#also yes ending mid-word was intentional

[joannes-journal]

2 Corinthians 11:14 - Entry #4

CW: Bible Quote, Paranoia, Sleep Deprived MOD w/ Grammarly as Beta Reader

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"And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light."

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There's an unresponsive pseudo-god sitting in a blanket nest in the living room. That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd write. Observer overexerted himself last night to banish Smoke from the premises. Jester, who I forgot had turned into a rabbit, pulled himself from under the couch and was covered in sentient dust bunnies.

Fritz, someone I hadn't seen in a couple of days, teleported into the room, wondering what happened to the door. Right, I may or may not have blasted it off its hinges with my shot gun. Within minutes he disappeared and came back with a stolen door. Xia piped up, wanting to paint it. I remember when Dakota snuck into a scrap yard and came back with an old box TV for Trinity to paint (she painted eyeballs on them).

Xia immediately wanted to paint the door, but, according to Evan, there was no paint in the house. I looked away for a second (a second!), and Xia had manifested paint cans. Right, she's a god. Evan complained about painting over top of his hardwood floors (fair enough), and Xia manifested a tarp. The entire time, Evan was having a conniption.

"We don't have paint, Z," Evan explained he could get some for her, but before he could finish the sentence, paint cans manifested on the floor. When Evan complained about his hardwood floors, a tarp showed up. He was speechless as Xia and Frost gaslit him into thinking the paint and tarp had always been there. I got a chuckle out of it, but I was still hurting. She wanted to drink the paint, but Evan wouldn't let her.

We all started to get settled, trying to forget everything that happened. Jester mentioned something about being able to turn others into animals. I perked up.

"Can you turn me into a mantis shrimp? I wanna see more colors!" I started shaking with excitement, pulling up a picture and showing him. After some back-and-forth banter, I felt a woosh of air and was in a fish tank. I couldn't describe the new colors I was seeing, but I learned something. As a mantis shrimp, I think I was able to see possession. Evan had a purple aura around him, while Xia had a greyish/black aura...didn't we banish Smoke?

Static filled my vision. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something outside the window. I didn't know what it was, but it frightened me bad enough to want to not be a shrimp anymore. I called to Jester, demanding he turn me back into a human. And he did. I sat on the couch and glanced at the window. My head started hurting, and my nub started throbbing. What the fuck?

Then everyone got loud.

It was too much for Xia; she had teleported herself and the materials outside. I figured I'd join her; maybe all I needed was fresh air. But in the couple of minutes it took for me to join her-

"SHE'S GONE!" I rushed back into the house, grabbing my grimoire and the hellblade. "HABIT! GET SNIFFING!" He freaked out; everyone sprang into action, following me into the woods. At some point, Jester transformed into a dog. God, that's so cool. I flipped through the grimoire, knowing I had a locator spell somewhere. There it was! The "Quick Locator" spell took more energy due to not needing herbs or spices. Taking a breath, I said the words.

Whispy-gold streams appeared, creating a path into Hollow Grove. I fucking knew it.

We followed the path to the tower, where I knocked until Raven got to us. She was limping and surprised to see me.

"XIA'S MISSING! We need help! You're the one who knows the park the best!" My eyes caught a glimpse of something large, white, and furry behind them. "Is that...DISC0RD? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY RABBIT?"

Raven shifted awkwardly, "Xia?... The little child I'm connected to? Sure...oh yeah. I found it unconscious, so I brought it up to a safer area. Hasn't woken up since."

I heard something in the distance; I must've got here before the others. Frosts' familiar voice echoed amongst the trees, "In my defense, I even told him I wasn't gonna kill him!"

Raven panicked, "Oh no.. No no no no! You are banned from Hollow Grove get the fuck out before I call the police!" Right, Frost and Jester attacked them. I felt a presence behind me.

"LOOK- RAVEN, RIGHT?" It was HABIT. "SOMETHING HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER...FROST IS STAYING. DON'T MAKE ME GET MEAN." The others would be catching up soon. I wondered if Jester was going to stay as a dog or turn back into a human.

Raven knew who HABIT was. I learned that she and Xia were linked in more ways than being able to feel each other's pain. I turned and watched the locator spell dissipate into the air.

"SHIT! The spell wore off. Guys, we're gonna have to stick to HABIT's nose or something until we find her." Raven said something about her coworker doing a check around the park, not knowing if she'd be here. Frost chimed in, assuring Raven that she was with me this time.

I stepped past Raven to get to DISC0RD. My hands went for my necklace, taking it off and placing it around their neck. The wedding rings bounced together, reminding me of when Abaddon and I got married. This was a promise to DISC0RD. A promise that I'd be back for them.

I think this is where I'll end this entry. I'll explain what happens next in the following entry, but I feel I've written en

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[amsznn]

can you do dad matt and chris's different reactions to their daughter getting her first period while her mom wasn't home 😭😂 (i also really love your writing your amazing 💗🫂)

GROWING UP - c. and m. sturniolo

chris:

chris’ afternoon had been going smoothly. he lightly plopped onto the living room couch, ready to relax for the next couple of hours.

you had left to work on some brand deals with your team, leaving him to tend with your two daughters.

luckily for him your youngest had dance practice so he would only have to pick her up in a couple of hours. And your eldest was in her room, finishing up her homework.

everything had been normal when she came home. she greeted chris as per usual and rambled on about her day, which chris always listened intently to. then she finished the snack chris had prepared for her before she came home. Finally she thanked her dad and went to her room.

so imagine chris’ confusion as to when he heard blood curdling screams coming from his daughter’s room.

mid movie, chris jumped up and ran upstairs. of course he didnt want to barge in so he hurriedly knocked.

“honey? you okay?” he asked with worry. he could hear the light sobs of your daughter through the door and swung it open.

“dad, can you call mom?” your daughter asked through broken sobs. chris of course whipped out his phone and without a thought dialed your number.

as he approached further he could see the light patch of blood on the girls bed and put two and two together.

chris was still trying to find the right words to comfort his daughter and unfortunately you weren’t answering.

“hey, theres no need to cry, here.” chris said has he jumbled up the sheets and placed them in the laundry basket.

“your mom told you all about this before right?” he asked as she nodded. “so why dont you go clean up and ill get of some ice cream?” your daughter wiped away her tears and smiled.

chris gave her a light peck on the head and went to go wash the sheets.

in the end your daughter calmed down with the help of your husband (and ice cream), and you were in for a story when you came back home.

matt:

matt’s experience was similar to chris’, except his daughter was way more calm about it.

it was just a regular weekend afternoon and you had gone to brunch with your friends, leaving matt and your daughter at the house.

matt and your daughter had decided to spend some time together. playing board games, eating food they baked, and watching some movies.

it was on their second movie when your daughter had gotten up to use the bathroom. matt had taken this opportunity to send you a few texts since your daughter had a strict ‘no phones when watching movies’ rules. he stopped texting when he heard a faint

“daaad..”

“yes..?” he answered a bit confused. but he got up anyways and made his way towards the bathroom

“do you know where mom keeps the pads?” his daughter asked and honestly, it took him a minute to process what was happening. of course he didnt want to freak her out even more.

“uh- yeah, theyre in the bin on the rack.” he said with a cough, dialing your number in the process. lets just say, you were speeding home to give your daughter some emotional support.

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a/n: sorry for any requests that havent been submitted, im gonna go through all them pretty soon once i have the time!

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can you write sub!aemond going into sub–space mid fuck? like he switches to high–valyrian, eye all glassy and pupil dilated, and no control over his body (hips bucking up subconsciously etc)

maybe some overstimulation because he's so sensitive and he's all pliant and grabby with his hands? 🤭

I… anon you are truly a visionary.

NSFW sub!Aemond below the cut :))

So firstly, Aemond has no idea what subspace is before this happens, but I do think he actually would have been sort of teetering on subspace for a while whenever you and he would spend quiet time alone? Like if he knelt for you or you let him rest his head on your chest or if you read to him. His mind just switches off and he lets himself relax and float, knowing that you’re there if anything happens.

Because if that, I think the first time it would happen would be one of those times that turned into sex? You were laying in bed with his head resting on your inner thigh. You had one hand in his hair, gently stroking and massaging his head and then you were reading something to him, usually something calming and familiar.

He was letting himself relax, but he also hadn’t seen you in a few days and while you were absolutely right when you saw him and said he needed to calm down with you before he did anything else, he is now calm and far far too close to your undergarments to not want to taste.

You see that coming from a mile away of course, Aemond can never hide his intentions with you. You wait until he starts to get squirmy and grinds against the bed before you give him permission to eat you out, which he immediately dives into the moment you let him.

He’s so good with it, and by the time you’re pulling him away from you he’s so turned on and so so needy.

You get him to lay on the bed then with his back against the headboard and you ride him. When you start he’s not in subspace, but he is just… really settled? There’s no urgency, no begging or gripping of your thighs. It’s like he knows now that when he’s this vulnerable you will always give him exactly what he needs, so he doesn’t beg or try to do anything, he knows you’ll make this perfect.

And you do, of course.

You start off riding him nice and slow, listening to all his little whimpers. It’s when you pick up the pace that you see something has changed.

The first thing you notice is that his grip on your hips tightens and then his hips buck up. You had told him not to move at all, so feeling his hips buck up into you surprised you, because he’d normally never ever disobey you like that.

You’re about to tell him off for that, but then you look at him and he’s just so clearly gone. He’s leaning his head against the wall, panting and whining and mumbling something in high Valyrian so soft that you can’t make out what he’s saying. You tell him to look at you and he only whines louder and bucks his hips again.

You gently take his jaw in your hand and directly him to look into yours and that’s when you know for certain that he’s in subspace. His eyes are all glossy and looking right past you. He mumbles in high Valyrian again and this time you’re able to actually make out the word.

Wife. He’s mumbling wife.

And well, you’re certainly not going to tell him off now.

You tell him he’s so pretty like this, which makes him whine again and then you start riding him properly once more. He no longer knows what to do with his hands, can’t seem to make his mind up. He’s grabbing your thighs then hips then breaths then face and repeating it over and over, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You end up taking his hands and putting them on your waist, telling him to keep them there. He throws his head back in response and whimpers out something that sounded like “yes, wife, I will try” in high Valyrian. The poor thing seems completely incapable of English.

When you can see he starts to get close, you tell him immediately that he can cum because you really don’t want to risk how he might react if he came without permission and thought he disappointed you.

He’s so loud when he comes, whimpering and whining and saying “wife” and “thank you” over and over in high Valyrian.

The moment his orgasm is over, he’s straight into overstimulation because you’re still sitting on him, but he’s so pliant? He tries to push you off him, but it’s like he has absolutely no strength? He ends up kinda just weakly pushing against your hip.

You only ride him a little while longer and then get off because you don’t want to overwhelm him when he’s this vulnerable.

The moment you’ve rolled off him, he rolls to follow you and buries his head in your chest. He just holds you tight and whines and cries as he slowly comes down.

You ensure not to leave his side until you’re sure he’s recovered.

When he does recover, he’s just so thankful? He felt so so safe and well looked after by you. For the next few days he’s in the best mood that anyone has ever seen him in.

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could we maybe get some momfriend!reader and jack dynamics, maybe from before her and Aaron were even together?

something special

<333 cw; fem!bau!reader, very tiny blood description (& yes i know you're supposed to wash a paper cut right away but for the sake of the setting and aaron being cute i didn't include that step 😭), mentions of haley, mutual pining

"whatcha drawing?" you asked mid-writing, your pen flying across your paper but still finding the opportunity to peek over.

"spiderman and superman." jack replied happily, switching from a red to a blue crayon. "see, they're teaming up to fight the bad guy because he keeps doin' crimes."

about an hour or so ago, jessica had dropped off jack at the bau. long story short; she was called into work urgently and with aaron in a meeting, you were quick to volunteer yourself to keep him company. rather than cramming into the small space of your desk, and jack potentially hearing conversations or details not fit for a six year old, you've made home in the roundtable room. you could work, jack could color.

you had also fired off a quick text to aaron; letting him know jack was with you, a brief synopsis of the situation and where he could find you both once his meeting concluded. it had, and he was about to join, but found himself pausing outside the door, listening to your easy, lighthearted conversation for just a moment.

when it came to you and jack, there was just something about it. something extraordinarily special.

"i see," you nodded along to jack's words, an encouraging smile on your face. "that's really good. since when did you become an artist?"

"since always." jack grinned proudly.

"then you have to promise you'll make me a drawing soon. my desk is pretty boring, i need something to brighten it up." you held out your pinky, eyebrows raised. "promise?"

"i promise." jack linked his pinky with yours, and turned back to his masterpiece with renewed vigor.

a sense of warmth filled aaron's chest, the ends of his lips turning upwards into a faint smile at the natural bond you and jack had developed so quickly, over the course of a few weeks. deciding it was as good a time as ever to join, aaron reached out to fully open the door when a wince-gasp came from jack, stopping him.

"oh no," your head turned. "paper cut?"

jack nodded meekly, grimacing as his gaze shifted to you. his big, sweet eyes were tearful, "it stings."

"can i see?" he offered his hand limply, hanging downwards at the wrist. you cradled his small hand in yours; it was just a tiny cut - no more than a few centimeters, a faint line of red gradually seeping to the surface.

"hm, well," you huffed a breath, turning his hand face-up face-down - vaguely exaggerating the examination. you got up to retrieve the first-aid kit stationed in the room, aaron sidestepping a bit to keep out of potential view. "i think luck was on your side today, i don't think we'll have to amputate this time." you spoke with an airy tone, quick to bring light to the situation. it worked, jack stifling a laugh as you retook your seat. "nothing a bandaid can't fix."

there was the click of kit opening, a slight shuffle of what sounded like paper.

"and don't tell anyone i told you this," you applied a bit of ointment onto the bandaid before wrapping it onto his finger - not too tight or too loose, all to avoid cutting off circulation and to let the wound breathe. "we gotta keep extra band aids around because your dad always seems to get one himself."

"dad gets paper cuts? really?" jack's eyes widened in surprise.

just as his son, a breathless chuckle exited aaron; that wasn't necessarily true, but your intentions were clear: cheering jack up.

in addition, the last time he had heard someone talking to or interacting with jack like this - empathetically, attentively, motherly, was, well... haley.

it touched the usually unattended part of his heart that had been vastly empty since the divorce. since that one, horrible day. while the emptiness still lingered, you had made a pull at it. for a moment, you had healed it, even.

again, there was just something special about you. and again, the only way aaron could describe it was extraordinary.

"really." you nodded convincingly, tossing the little plastic scraps into the nearby trash bin, giving top of jack's hand a consoling pat. "it happens all the time."

aaron mentally rolled his eyes at that, a smile itching at his lips.

jack picked up his brown crayon, pain forgotten, eager to get back to his drawing. "i'm gonna draw daddy and put a bandaid on him. he's a superhero too, y'know?"

"yeah," your smile was rather bashful, your tone of voice so admirable it caused a blush to rise in aaron's cheek. "i know."

[make-me-imagine]

Valentines Headcanons {OPLA}

Headcanons: How the Straw Hats + Others surprise you on Valentines Day

Pairings: Zoro x Gn!Reader; Sanji x Gn!Reader; Luffy x Gn!Reader; Nami x Gn!Reader; Usopp x Gn!Reader; Mihawk x Gn!Reader; Buggy x Gn!Reader; Shanks x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating in most headcanon sections.

A/n's: I wanted to write something for Valentines Day, and opla has been rotating in my mind so I wrote this! No idea if its good or not, but I hope you like it! Straw Hats ages are not mentioned in this, but I think of them as older than 18 when writing for them, so imagine this takes place later in the series/timeline.

Words: 1,312

Zoro

Zoro tries to be romantic, but comes across a bit awkward. Though he is still very sweet with his words when he wants.

On Valentines Day he told you he made a reservation at a nice restaurant on the island you were currently on.

But unfortunately, neither of you made it as you decided to follow Zoro there.

So naturally, you got lost.

"I swear it was on this road, I was just here yesterday."

"Unless you made a reservation at a butcher shop we aren't in the right area."

After wandering for an hour and trying not to laugh as Zoro got more and more frustrated, you found yourself in a cute park surrounded by trees and markets.

Making a new plan, the two of you went to the market, bought some food and drinks, and had a spontaneous picnic in the park.

Zoro secretly bought you a bouquet of flowers, and was very proud of himself when he surprised you with them.

The picnic ended up being very relaxing and sweet, and you couldn't have asked for anything better.

Sanji

Sanji, the classic and hopeless romantic he is, would of course cook you a special dinner complete with all of your favorite dishes.

After a cute and surprisingly simple breakfast and a cozy mid-day, complete with the two of you exchanging flowers and chocolates, he shut himself in the kitchen telling you he had a surprise for you.

He spent the next few hours recreating all of your favorite dishes with so much devotion that one look towards Luffy when he tried to sneak in sent the poor boy running.

Did he make way too much food? Yes. Was he worried? No.

Because after you had your fill he did have every intention of letting the others take what they wanted (mainly Luffy as an apology for the death-glare)

I think Sanji is totally the type to propose on Valentines Day as well.

So later in your relationship, do not be shocked if he surprises you with a ring after dinner.

Luffy

Luffy wanted to surprise you, but hes not exactly subtle.

"What's your favorite flower?" "What's your favorite chocolate?"

"Why?"

"No Reason!"

You of course were not surprised when he did surprise you with a bundle of your favorite flowers, and some chocolates.

Some of the chocolates looked a bit...odd.

It didn't take long before he boasted about having Sanji teach him how to make the chocolates himself.

You also gave him chocolates, which he was very grateful for. Because even though he ate many chocolates while making them, he could always eat more.

Especially if you gave them to him.

He also had Sanji teach him how to prepare your favorite meal for dinner.

It wasn't the best food, but it was the thought that counted, and if Luffy was anything, he was thoughtful.

Nami:

You are Nami's first serious partner.

So she wasn't really sure how to celebrate the holiday with you.

But the two of you decided to figure out something together that you could both enjoy.

In the end, you decided to wander around the town of the most recent island you ended up on.

The two of you ended up having a great time as you found a market, which was very lively and had a lot of food, music and activities going on.

You bought Nami a necklace as a present, and she got you a bracelet.

The day passed quickly as you enjoyed your time together.

You ended the night lying on the beach, drinks and snacks in hand as you watched the sunset fade and the stars come out.

Nami knew that she loved you, but being this comfortable and happy with you, truly made her appreciate it more.

Usopp:

Usopp is a nervous mess on Valentines Day.

He greets you with a bouquet of handpicked flowers, chocolates and a shaky voice.

Even though you two have been together for a short time he is still gets nervous around you.

You find it endearing of course, and kiss him on the cheek in thanks.

Usopp is shocked and touched when you surprise him with a gift as well.

He proceeds to become more confident because of this and goes off on a tangent about your relationship and his feelings.

It is adorable and only makes you fall for him even more.

After this, he tells you he has a surprise for you, and he takes you to a restaurant to surprise you with dinner.

He needed a reservation and didn't have one, but somehow smooth talks your way in. To both of your surprise.

Mihawk

Mihawk loves you and shows it in various, almost mysterious ways. Most of which you've gotten used too.

But something you did not expect was for him to celebrate something like Valentines Day.

You figured he wasn't even aware the holiday was near.

So when it came to the day of, you didn't expect anything.

But much to your surprise, you found a large, very out of place bouquet of flowers.

Seeing a note, you checked it to find a simple, yet beautiful message.

"To my soul, whom I would be incomplete without."

Mihawk would be watching your reaction secretly, and smiled in pride seeing the grin on your face.

When you saw him next, he acted nonchalant about it, not showing any real reaction.

But you caught the small tug of his lips and knew he enjoyed how his surprise made you feel.

The two of you would also have a slightly fancier and more expensive dinner than normal, which he also didn't seem to to take real notice of.

But had obviously planned it for you on purpose.

Buggy

Buggy is extra with everything.

So of course he is going to go nuts with his Valentines Day surprise for you.

He planned a show just for you to enjoy, using all of your favorite tricks and things to make you laugh.

At the end of the show he surprises you with an abundance of gifts.

Flowers, desserts, chocolates, jewelry, money, the list goes on.

It was a bit overwhelming but you knew he was just trying to spoil you and make you feel special.

If you try to reject any of it, he will be bummed.

You surprise him with a few of your own tailored gifts and he is overjoyed and thankful.

His final surprise is a buffet like dinner with all the food you could imagine eating.

Buggy is a lot, but if anything, he will never bore you.

And he will spoil you and treat you like royalty.

Shanks

Shanks is a casual romantic.

He loves to do various simple, yet sweet things to make you happy.

On Valentines Day, he gets you flowers, and set's up a picnic on the beach.

You have an abundance of snack foods and drinks, and the two of you relax together for hours just soaking each other in.

He tells you stories of his adventures, and you listen with awe, even if you had heard them before.

You talk about all of the adventures and trips the two of you will go on together.

You watch the sunset together while lying with your head in his lap.

Shanks takes the time to tell you everything he loves about you, and how much he desires to spend the rest of his life with you, no matter where it takes you.

His final gift to you is a small compass on a chain. It had been designed to open as a locket, and inside was a small lock of his hair.

He said that no matter what happens, the compass will always bring you back to him.

You don't really understand how, but he was right, it really did always lead you back to him.

xx End xx

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Scars

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: Even a Jedi Knight needs some reassurance from time to time.

Warnings/Tags: Spoilers for Jedi: Survivor, canon-typical violence, SFW, no use of Y/N, minor angst.

A.N.: My fifth entry for Cal Kestis Week 2024! It follows the Day 4 prompt ‘Scars’. I've been meaning to get this one out like four days ago, on the last day of Cal Kestis Week but unfortunately work and studies prevented me from finishing it on time. And yes, another older prompt but I simply had to use this idea! Gif by me!

Also on AO3!

Word Count: ~1,600

The final moments of Cal’s fight with Dagan were a blur of pain and fury. As the duel between Cal and Dagan came to a brutal end, Dagan’s lightsaber struck Cal across his chest, sending a shockwave of agony through his body. The sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air as Cal staggered, his tunic scorched around the fresh wound while his lightsaber clattered to the floor.

The redhead clutched the wound as he felt the charred fabric of his tunic cling to the cauterised wound. The world around him flipped as he collapsed to the ground, his vision narrowing to the sight of Dagan’s triumphant sneer.

Taking in a deep breath and pushing away the pain for the moment, Cal Force-pulled his lightsaber towards him and used one of Dagan’s own hallucinations against him. He focused intently, allowing the Force to shape his image into that of Santari, Dagan’s late friend. The vision caught Dagan off guard, his defense faltering as he grappled with the apparition of the one person who he trusted most. Seizing the opportunity, Cal's lightsaber blazed with lethal accuracy, piercing right through Dagan's chest. Dagan's pained scream was mixed with a sizzling sound as the blade tore through muscle and bone. Cal twisted the sword, guaranteeing a fatal strike.

Just as victory appeared to be imminent, Dagan used the Force to painfully seize Cal's body, suspending him mid-air. Dagan’s voice, filled with rage and desperation, rang through the chamber as he yelled about Tanalorr, his dream fading away. Cal struggled against the invisible grip, his own strength waning.

BD-1, seeing the peril his friend was in, acted swiftly. With frantic beeps and nudges, the little droid managed to wake Bode, who had previously been rendered unconscious by Dagan. Realising the dire situation, Bode aimed his blaster at Dagan and fired, the shot breaking Dagan’s concentration and releasing Cal from his grasp.

With a final lethal strike to across the chest, Cal sent Dagan crumpling to the ground, his body twitching as the life drained from his eyes. Cal stood over him, his chest heaving with the effort and pain of the fight.

Bode slowly approached the redhead, his expression a mix of relief and concern. “Cal, are you okay?” He asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Cal glanced at Bode, his face a mask of determination despite the agonising pain in his chest. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice strained. All he wanted was to get away from there and be in your comforting arms.

Bode studied him for a moment, seeing through the facade but deciding not to press further. He placed a reassuring hand on Cal's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You did good, brother," Bode said softly, his tone filled with warmth. "Go on ahead. I'll stay and survey the area. And see if I can find a manual for that compass or something..."

Cal nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over him at Bode's support. "Thanks, Bode," he replied, his voice a bit more genuine.

With a final look at his fallen foe and a nod to Bode, Cal turned and made his way back towards Pyloon’s Saloon. Hand pressed to the wound on his chest, each step sent a wave of pain radiating through his body but he forced himself onwards, driven by the need to be with you. He knew that in your arms, he would find the solace and comfort he desperately needed.

When he finally entered your shared quarters below Pyloon’s Saloon, stumbling in through the back door—most likely to avoid everyone in the cantina—You were already there waiting for him, your expression one of great concern. As soon as Cal stumbled in, BD-1 hopped down from his back, rushing over to You with worried beeps about the Jedi.

“Cal,” You said softly, rushing over to his side. “Let me take a look at that.”

He nodded, his emerald eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and resignation. His tunic sported a burnt slash across his chest where the lightsaber had struck him, the fabric singed and charred around the wound. Carefully, You guided him to sit on the bed, your touch gentle but firm. You gently pried his tunic off, being careful not to aggravate the wound further before You began to examine the injury. BD-1 perched on your shoulder, his beeps and chirps a constant stream of worry as he watched You work.

When the wound came into view, You couldn’t help but gasp at the horrible sight, your heart aching for the pain Cal had endured. The wound was a searing, angry red slash across his chest, blackened at the edges and blistered from the intense heat of the lightsaber.

The silence in your quarters was thick with unspoken words. As You worked, Cal couldn’t help but shakily trail his fingers over the fresh slash on his chest, wincing at the pain but also more at the thought of yet another mark added to his already scarred body. Each one told a story of pain and survival, a testament to the battles he had fought. His body was already littered with scars—what was another?

The redhead’s mind swirled with anguished thoughts. How could You, someone so beautiful and kind, love someone like him? How could You look at his scarred body and see anything other than ugliness—to see someone who was capable of more than just war and violence? The doubts gnawed at him, twisting in his gut like a knife.

After cleaning the wound and sealing it with a bacta patch, You looked up at him, your eyes solemn. “This will scar,” You said quietly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Cal forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, it’s just another one for the collection, right? Sure to impress you...”

Despite his playful words, the tone of his voice was heavy with sorrow. You could see the weight of his past experiences and hardships pressing down on him, the scars not just on his skin but deep within his soul.

You paused, your hands still on his chest and met his gaze with a gentle, unwavering look. “Cal,” You said softly, “you could be doing anything at all—something as simple as planting a seed in the cantina’s garden—and you would still impress me.”

The sincerity in your voice penetrated his defenses, and for a moment, the pain and fear melted away. He looked at You, really looked, and saw the depth of your care and admiration for him. It wasn’t the scars that defined him in your eyes, but the strength, courage and kindness that lay beneath them.

A lump formed in Cal’s throat as he struggled to find the right words. “You have no idea how much that means to me…” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, the weight of his battles felt lighter, the burden of his scars less daunting.

You smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of fiery hair from his forehead. “I do, Cal. And I’m here with you, scars and all.”

BD-1 let out a soft, comforting beep, hopping down from your shoulder to nestle closer to Cal to affirm your words.

Under the soft light of your shared quarters, as the tender moment between You and Cal lingered, You were overcome with a sudden urge to reassure him of your love and acceptance, scars and all. Gently, You leaned in and pressed a tender kiss around the fresh slash on his chest, feeling the tension in his body begin to melt away. Cal’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as he absorbed the warmth of your touch.

Moving upwards, You kissed the long scar on his upper right jaw, your lips lingering on the raised line, and tingling from the roughness of his short beard. You then moved to the small scar across his right eyebrow, kissing it softly. Eyes still closed, Cal’s mind was rampant with emotions he could barely contain. His heart pounded in his chest as the contact sent a shiver down his spine. Each kiss was like a balm, soothing the lingering pain and doubts that haunted him.

Next, You placed a delicate kiss on the scar across his nose, before your fingers gently traced the path of the old wound. Cal’s hands, which has been tightly gripping the edge of the bed, slowly relaxed, moving up to rest on your waist as if seeking the comfort and stability that only You could provide.

Finally, You reached the small scar that ran across his lower lip. You pressed your lips against it tenderly, feeling the slight roughness beneath the softness of his skin. Cal’s eyes opened, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The anguish in his heart was replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

When You finally pulled away, You gazed into Cal’s emerald eyes and saw tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Your heart clenched at the sight, but before You could voice your concerns, he softly assured You, “They’re tears of happiness.”

A giggle escaped your lips, the sound joyful and filled with relief. “I’m glad,” You whispered, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “Because you mean everything to me, Cal.”

Cal pulled You into a tight embrace, his strong arms holding You close as if You were his anchor in a storm. The weight of his scars felt lighter now, due to a reminder of your love and acceptance. And as You nestled against him, You knew that together, you both could face anything, bound by a love that was stronger than any scar could be.

[mars-ipan]

God I feel you on this. There are so many avenues for people to get sucked into bullshit infighting too.

I s2g every time I engage with trans content my for you feed starts serving me a ton of discourse about intercommunity transandrophobia or w/e and like... if people are being weird about trans men that's worth talking about sometimes, but I get the impression there are corners of the trans community that are doing nothing but scream at each other in some pointless transmasc vs transfem war. Meanwhile I'm sitting here on TERF island, transfem people right beside me, hoping our HRT and shaky legal rights don't get nuked in the next 5 years 💀

I feel like a general online discourse rule should be that if you're putting more energy into fighting your own community/policing language/etc than fighting people that materially affect our lives, something's gone wrong and you're at high risk of radicalisation into bigotry. Or might already be there.

ghhrgh LITERALLY….. like .

from what i’ve seen a lot of this transandrophobia debate came up in response to seeing trans women talk about transmisogyny. my theory is that a portion of tme folks saw that people have been discussing transmisogyny and felt that they were having their unique experiences erased. which, like, look . i get it. erasure is something i’ve experienced kinda my whole life. i understand that it feels Bad to have your struggles downplayed. i had that same worry at first. BUT. we GOTTA be able to examine how your own fears and anxieties and biases may be coloring your perceptions!!! bc yes being trans does not make you immune to transmisogyny!! we live in a transmisogynistic world implicit bias is Going To Happen.

like. transmisogyny is a real thing that happens and disproportionately affects transfems. transmisogyny is not something non-transfem people experience unless they are falsely perceived to be transfem. it is a uniquely transfeminine experience coming from the intersection of being trans and female (or female-adjacent). it is not just a unique kind of transphobia, but rather the intentional combination of transphobia and misogyny.

is this to say that transmascs don’t experience their own unique kind of oppression? no! but it’s not an intersectional oppression and it shouldn’t be treated as such. also, the name of “transandrophobia” just gives off. a really uncomfortable energy. you’re not being oppressed because you’re male. you’re being oppressed because you’re trans. i don’t feel like we need to give this type of transphobia a name because it is just transphobia. similar to how misogynoir is a word but we don’t have a word for the specific type of oppression black men face because that’s just racism. just because transphobia impacts you in a certain way doesn’t mean it’s a special type of transphobia, and really why are we playing oppression olympics in the first place? we’re ALL hurting. can we just like… help each other out? can we stop accusing transfems of like…. deliberately trying to overshadow transmasc issues or whatever? and for the love of god if we have to argue can we STOP misgendering and degendering each other mid-argument.

like. at the end of the day this is all trivial shit because In Real Life we’re being targeted by horribly cruel legislation and social movements. it’s like we’re in a burning house and i’m watching my brother and sister argue over black mold. like yes that’s a problem but i think !!!! we should focus on putting out the fire !!!! like i live in texas. lawmakers have been trying to pass anti-trans bills here for ages, and a couple of them have gone through! i remember being sat down in gsa in my freshman year of high school and having the club sponsors tell us that if a bill that was up for ratification mandating that teachers out their students to their parents was passed that they would do everything in their power to keep us safe. i have to be careful about how i dress when i go to certain places. and i’m not even someone who’s transitioning medically— lord knows what kind of bullshit hurdles people on hrt have to go through to get it. and we’re arguing over what we want to call our oppression? we’re all facing transphobia at the end of the day can we PLEASE fix that instead of dividing ourselves into little easy-to-eliminate factions please and thank you

[vodika-vibes]

All Mine

Summary: Tup returns home after a long day of training with one thing on his mind, you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 2380

Warnings: Smut, this is pure filth everyone. Also, reader is a pole dancing instructor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is spite smut. I said I was going to do it, and I did. So here it is.

“Hey, Tup!” Tup grimaces as Fives flings his arm over his shoulder, “We’re hitting up 79s now that the task master has freed us-”

“-just for that, Fives, I should make you run more laps,” Rex says as he walks past them, though it’s clear that he has no intention of following through on that threat.

Fives ignores Rex, “Anyway, wanna join us?”

“Who’s us?” Tup asks, as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Me and Echo,” Tup rolls his eyes, “Jesse, Kix, Hardcase. Oh, we got Dogma to agree-”

“You got Dogma to agree?”

“Boy needs to either get drunk or get laid.” Fives says dramatically, “And yes, he agreed. So, are you in?”

“Mm…pass.”

“What! Why?”

“I have plans.”

“Better plans than watching Dogma get totally plastered or watching him try to fumble through flirting with someone?” Fives asks, sounding aghast.

“Okay, rude. He wouldn’t fumble that badly. And also, yes.”

“Like what?” Fives demands.

“I’m going home. To my girl.”

Fives blinks at him, “You have a girl? You?”

“I think I’m insulted.” Tup mutters, “But yes, I do and she’s amazing, so I’m going home. To her.”

“Well, what does she do? What’s she like?” Fives asks.

Tup twists his lips, “She’s a dancer, and she’s amazing and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Fives releases him, “Fine. I don’t actually believe that she exists, but since I’m an amazing big brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“How magnanimous of you.” Tup lifts his bag higher on his shoulder, “Have fun getting drunk. Try not to get arrested. I’ll see you in a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Tup’ika!” Fives calls as he turns his attention on Dogma, who looks so very resigned. 

Tup almost feels bad.

Almost.

And not nearly almost enough to put his plans on hold. 

So he throws a wave over his shoulder, and then hurries out of the barracks before anyone else can stop him. 

His mind is already firmly locked on his cyare, and all of his plans for the evening.

Tup is lucky that his cyare lives close enough that he’s able to walk to her apartment. 

He walks through the familiar streets, until he reaches her dance studio, and he keys in his personal code to the door. Her studio is a special one, all of the windows have been coated so that the people outside can’t see the dancers inside.

Which is a good thing, since his perfect cyare teaches pole dancing.

Loud music thrums through the building as he pokes his head into the lesson room to see what’s going on. She’s mid-lesson still, clad in that dark blue and white leotard set that he loves so much. Her legs and feet are both bare, and she doesn’t seem to notice him. 

He watches her for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before one of the students notices him, “Ah! Hi Tup!” She shouts, “Are you joining us today?”

His cyare turns her head at the call of his name, and she favors him with a blinding smile, “Tup!” He drops his bag on the floor to catch her as she flings herself into his arms, “Welcome home!”

“Mm, this is a very nice welcome.” He drops a kiss to her lips, “But don’t let me interrupt your class, love.”

“You can join us. There’s an open pole,” She offers, very temptingly.

Tup laughs, “Maybe later this week. Rex put me through the wringer today.” He drops one more kiss to her lips, and sets her back on her feet, before he lowers his head to press his lips against her ear, “I’m going to shower, if you finish up in time, feel free to join me.”

“And if class doesn’t end in time?” She asks lightly.

“Then we’ll just have to shower again later.” He says with a wink.

She grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tup kisses her one more time, and then grabs his bag back off the floor and heads towards the stairs that lead to the apartment above the studio. The music is much quieter up here, though that’s 100% because the entire building was soundproofed when she bought it. 

He tosses his bag next to the laundry and heads through the apartment to the fresher, intent on taking a very long, very hot shower. He doesn’t expect his cyare to join him anytime soon, though.

Pity.

Oh well, it just means that he’ll have to have his fun when she finishes with work. All this means is that he has time to plan.

Finally the lesson is over.

It’s been nearly an hour since Tup returned home, and you know that he’s already finished his shower.

You firmly, yet politely, usher your students out of the studio and lock the door behind your last student, before you turn the music off and look around the studio. You need to clean up before your next lesson.

But your next lesson is in several days, which means the mess will hold.

You hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, a broad grin crossing your face when you see Tup heading towards you. “Sorry that took so long,” You say brightly as you fling yourself into his arms.

He catches you effortlessly and lifts you to hook your legs around his waist, “No harm done. I figured you’d be a while.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his, “I should probably shower. I’m covered in sweat and-” You’re cut off when his lips catch yours in a deep kiss.

“Don’t care. You’re just going to get even more sweaty.” Tup adjusts his grip on you and uses his free hand to remove the top part of your leotard, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later. “Mm, someday I’m going to convince you to let me take you down in your studio.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face heats at the thought, though you’re not opposed to the idea. Instead of answering, though, you grind yourself against his erection, pulling a moan from his lips, “You’re already hard,” You note.

“I’ve been wanting to bury myself in you since I got here. That's why I turned down the dance lesson.” His lips move to your throat, and he quickly sucks a mark onto the tender skin there. 

You release a breathless laugh, before you press your hands through his hair, “Tup,” You coo his name.

“Hm?” He doesn’t pull himself away from your throat.

You comb your fingers through his curls, “Let’s go downstairs.” You offer.

Tup stops moving for a moment, before he pulls back and blinks at you, “Downstairs?”

“Into the studio.” You confirm, you wiggle against him and he groans again, though you're not sure if it’s because of the wiggling or because of the offer. Or maybe a mix of both.

Slowly he sets you to your feet, “Okay.” Tup says as he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Downstairs.”

You take a half step back from him and then giggle as he pulls you back against him, his hands moving to your hips, “Tup!”

His warm hands ease the bottom part of your leotard down your legs, and tosses them to the side, “Better to remove these here, I think.”

“I think you just want to stare at my ass,” You tease.

“Mm,” Tup’s hands slide across your ass and he squeezes roughly enough that you squeak, “You do have an amazing ass.” He agrees. And then he lightly pats your hip, “Alright, let’s go.”

“What about you?” You ask lightly.

Tup chuckles and kicks off his sleep pants, tossing them to the side as well. “There. Now we’re both naked.” He crowds into your personal space before you can get more than a glimpse of his cock, which was intentional, you’re sure. “Downstairs, cyare.”

You let him usher you down the stairs and into the studio.

It’s a lot cooler down here than in the apartment, and you can’t help but notice how Tup is eyeing the wall of mirrors with a small grin on his lips. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you are sure that he won’t leave you guessing for long.

And you’re right.

He presses into your personal space, his warm hands caressing your exposed skin, banishing the chill with ease. His lips find purchase on your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin, pulling pleasure filled moans and gasps from your lips. 

“Listen to you,” Tup coos against your throat, “Singing for me already, and we haven’t even started yet.” His hands slide to your hips and he squeezes tightly, before he spins you around so you’re facing the mirrors.

There’s no hiding the pout on your face, “I can’t touch you like this, Tup.” You whine.

He chuckles in your ear, and you shiver at the sound. “Oh, kitten, you weren’t going to be touching me anyway.” His hands slide down your arms comfortingly, and guide your hands to the pole in front of you. He presses a kiss right under your ear, “Some day, beautiful, you’re going to give me a show. But I need you too much for that right now.”

He easily manipulates your body so that you’re bent at the waist, your hands wrapped firmly around the pole, and your legs spread for him. It’s a very exposed position, and you can’t help but squirm when you feel his hands massaging your ass and hips. 

“You look amazing like this,” Tup praises quietly, “All spread out and eager for me. And only me.” There’s something like smug satisfaction in his voice, though you don’t question it.

This is the only time he shows any possessive qualities, and you find it unbearably hot.

“Tup-” You whine his name when he goes longer without touching you than you would prefer.

“I’m here, cyare.” His hand slides up your spine, and then back down again, “I’m right here. Kriff, look at how wet you are.” One of his fingers teases your entrance, and you release a keening noise, as you try to rock back onto his fingers. “You’re so needy, cyare.”

“Please, Tup-”

Slowly he eases his finger inside you, and thrusts a couple of times, “Cyare, you don’t even need any prep,” Tup teases, “You’re already so aroused. Maybe I should have you like this more often.”

You whine as you rock back against his fingers, and that whine turns into a noise of displeasure as he pulls his finger out of you. “Tup-”

“Shh, I have you.” Tup settles himself behind you and rocks his cock against your slit, the head of his cock nudging your clit just enough that you whimper for him.

And then, finally, he thrusts into you with a low groan.

In spite of how needy he is, and he is needy, he moves slow. Taking his sweet time until he’s completely bottomed out inside you. He tightly grips your hip with one hand, while the other reaches up to wrap around your hands on the pole.

Tup remains still, raining feather light kisses against the back of your neck and shoulders, until you’re squirming against him. And then, and only then, does he pull out until only the head of his cock remains.

When he thrusts in this time, it’s a lot faster and harder than originally, and a pleasure filled moan falls from your lips as you rock back to meet his thrusts.

“There we go,” Tup gasps out, his grip tightening, “Kriff, you take me so good, cyare. Like your pretty pussy was made for my cock.” His hand leaves your hip to slide up your body and caress your breasts, “Like you were made for me.”

His name tumbles off your lips like a prayer, and he chuckles as he presses a kiss under your ear, “Beautiful. You’re perfect,” He praises, “I love you so much.” He nips your earlobe gently, and then sucks another mark high on your neck.

“Are you going to fall apart for me, cyar’ika?” He coos in your ear, “Are you going to cream all over my cock?”

“Yyes…please, Tup-” You’re not quite sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as his free hand drags down your body and presses against your clit. Not roughly, but hard enough that you whimper and fall apart around his cock. Only able to stay on your feet by virtue of his arm wrapped tightly around you.

His thrusts become shallower as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it’s only when he’s sure that you’ve recovered enough, that he pulls out and flips you so that you’re facing him.

Your hair is sticking to your face, and you’re breathing hard, and Tup is looking at you like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“You did so good for me,” He praises, “Can you give me another one? Just one more?”

Your arms slide around his neck, and you nod mutely. “Can. Will.”

He chuckles, and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist against, his hard cock sliding deep within you, and brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Tup presses your back against the pole and he guides your hands so that they’re clinging to the pole over your head, “There you go, just like that.” Tup whispers, “So good for me, cyare. Doing so good.”

You smile at him, it’s hard to focus with his buried so deep inside you, but you can focus enough. “Always good for Tup. Because I belong to Tup.”

He releases a shuddering groan and leans in, “Damn right you do.” Tup kisses you deeply, “And I belong to you.” He pulls away just long enough to check to make sure that you were comfortable, before he restarts the same rapid pace from earlier.

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk, or do anything, tomorrow. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the galaxy.

It tracks…after all, he’s the most important person in the galaxy to you too.

[imagine-lcorp]

Falling (One Shot)

A/N: Helloooo, my dears! As every year, here it is! A little piece to celebrate the beautiful day of Halloween/Day of the Dead!! Hoping you had a great weekend and that you're enjoying the celebrations, you know I can never miss these holidays. Anyways, pls enjoy this fic and I hope you're good :)

Lena Luthor!Succubus x R//Word Count: 1,233

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When you started to dream about her, you didn't know you would fall this hard for her.

It started a couple of months ago, when you would come back home, tired and sick of the day that was too much like the day before. And the day before, and the day before. With no other want but to forget the day and try to find some solace in the empire of dreams. It was the tedious and lonely routine that left you defenseless against her.

If days are joyless, let the night fill your desires. She had whispered into your ear as you had drifted away.

You remember her in your dreams too clearly. The color of her eyes as they looked at you, so inviting, the sound of her voice, so tempting, the soft touch on you and the pleasure she offered, so needed. She was all you could ever want and she knew what you wanted, as she had made herself in her image and likeness. Green eyes, raven hair, fair skin. A lovely vision indeed, impossible to resist. Besides, you knew she wasn't real so, what was the harm in that?

As time with her passed, it didn't matter that after waking up you would feel tired, that seemed to be your only setting nowadays, or that you would start to fall asleep in places where you shouldn't. At work, during lunch, in the labs, on your way home. At every chance you got just to see her one more time.

It was strange sometimes to see her in the flesh, walking around the office, checking on the labs, meeting with employees in the cafeteria. You had to remind yourself she was not her and her wasn't she. One was real, the other a dream.

Until she wasn't.

It's time to go home, (Y/N).

The whisper in your ear made you jump back from your seat and away from the computer you were working on. You had been jolted awake from her dream by her voice, her real voice, and she had looked at you with concern and worry as you looked around to remind yourself where you were.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh, yes, yes. Sorry, Miss Luthor." You had responded with a hammering heart.

After all the dreaming, the last thing you thought could actually happen was having to interact with your boss.

"May I ask why are you here so late? Everyone else in the lab is gone."

"Sorry, I got caught up in work. We have an important project in our hands." You tried to look apologetic. It hadn't been your intention to stay so late in the office.

"Well, I appreciate your passion for this project but it's almost ten." She had smiled at you. "It's time to go home, (Y/N)."

She repeated and you were jolted awake once more.

The dreams that night were like nothing you had experienced before. There in the shadows, in the safety of your bed, they had been so vivid and passionate, and the affection of them so tender you could have died just right there. Her hands on your chest, her lips on your neck, her legs entangled with yours, blissfully unaware of the world and as the nights passed, the days seemed to blur into the illusion too.

You would see her in the distance before you crossed the street, at the end of the market queue, you would see her disappearing behind doors moments before you had to go through them. She was haunting you now, filling spaces everywhere you went.

Your friends started to worry as did your coworkers. You would drift away mid sentence, spacing into the distance, opening your mouth as if to speak. You would sometimes shiver and tremble, as if an invisible hand caressed your spine. As time passed you would also whisper and murmur, unintelligible words known only to you. It was the dreams invading your waking hours.

"I called you here because I'm concerned." She was sitting behind her desk and looking at you intently.

"Concerned about what, Miss Luthor?" You shifted in your seat.

"Your coworkers have noted that you are distracted, so to speak." She left her seat and rounded her desk, leaning against it as she placed herself in front of you.

"Distracted? How so?" You swallowed hard as you looked at her. You had never been this close to her before.

"You're missing meetings, you don't deliver your reports in time, you stay longer at the labs but it seems you don't get much done." She placed her hands on her sides, grabbing the edge of her desk. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah." You cleared your throat and tried to focus on anything else. Your mind was drifting away into more pleasant places but you had to concentrate. "I've been having a bit of trouble sleeping, that's all."

"Insomnia?"

"More like bad dreams." You looked away.

"Have I been a bad dream to you, (Y/N)?" You felt her fingers on your chin pulling you to look at her once more.

Green eyes, raven hair, fair skin, soft touch. A lovely vision, difficult to resist. Was it real? Was it a dream?

"N-no." You gulped.

"Then we should go home."

Her hands found yours, pulling you up from your chair. She guided you towards the door, never taking her eyes off of you. In them you could see it all. The affection, the desire, the love. She spoke then in hushed tones, whispering words of love one could only ever heard in dreams. It was comforting, it was madness.

At the edge of it all, she pulled away from you, freeing your hands and walking a few steps away from you.

"Wouldn't you want to stay with me forever?" She asked as she opened her arms to you.

She was offering a final embrace and you...you only had to offer yourself in return. And isn't that what love is?

So you threw yourself into her arms.

It felt like you were being carried away into the night, with the wings of love on your back against the roaring wind. Like a raindrop flying among the city lights in fractals of color, until you hit the ground.

Caution lines were put in place that same night as paramedics took care of your broken body. The next morning, police officers started the investigation, asking all relevant people what could have happened.

When the CEO of the company was interrogated as to why an employee seemed to have jumped from her office's balcony, she couldn't come up with any logical explanation. She recalled seeing you from time to time after working hours, still in the office. Maybe it was the burnout that had finally driven you out of your senses. In any case, she couldn't know, she barely knew you.

Police turned around with no more questions to ask. The cause of your death, now clear as it could be. They turned around, ready to deliver their findings to their superiors. And as they did, the couldn't catch the little smile that appeared on her face. A smile so complacent it would have raised some flags.

She walked then to the balcony, crossing her hands over the rail and looked down with the smile still on her face.

No one had ever fallen this hard for her.

[fushigur0slut4]

Tales of the heart♡

A/n: I'll try not to mention the readers appearance :). while writing this I kept on thinking of riftan so instead of writing toji I almost wrote riftan😭 part 2 coming not so soon.

Toji is 29 reader is 24! Smut!Friends!to!lovers!slight!Angst!Hard!sex!Sub!reader!dom!Toji!nipple! Play! Minors dni 18+

Everymorning coming to work you would always buy and extra sandwich. Not for you but for the homeless man that kept crossing your mind. You would always go to the park he was at everyday to hand him his sandwich.At this point you guys were considered friends.

Every morning you would come to that bench he was always at and have small talk. Then, make your way to work. This morning when you were buying your usual sandwich the thought of letting him live with you kept on crossing your mind. I mean you had enough space for two, and he really does need a shower.

You reached the park he was always at and the both of you sat on a bench. You gave him his sandwich and just watched him eat it. That's when you realized how pretty he was for a homeless person. You spent a moment staring at him (the scar) and then "what?". " O-Oh uhm y'know, I've really been thinking about it, well uh ", It's just now you were reconsidering it. " well Toji I've been thinking about it for a while. Would you like to live with me...? ",.

The man let out a hyena like laugh. "You're joking right? ",

No I'm not. "Toji I have to go to work now please tell me your decision when I come back",. Toji just nodded with his mouth agape.

.......

After what felt like years for Toji you came back. "Have you decided yet? " It was odd to Toji. Shouldnt he be the one asking to live with you?. But he still said yes.

You brought him to your house it wasn't big but it could fit the both of you. "First do you know how I to work a shower", " hey princess you know I haven't been homeless my whole life" the only word you heard was princess.

You were a bit flustered but still played cool. You showed him the bathroom and then gave him something to eat.

While eating Toji asked a question. "How could you warm up to me so easily. I look like a man in my mid 40s, what if I had bad intentions", you've known toji for about three months and there has never been anything off about him except the scars on his body especially the one on his lip. " well I think I've know you long enough to tell what type of person you are. Toji smirked and leaned closer to you "So then what type of person am I? ", • uh you probably work out a lot and you probably have alot of experience dating• " gee babe how dya know", the name caught you of guard for a second. " excuse me but you literally flirt with every human being you talk to no matter the gender and your built like a gym bro", . Toji laughed out loud.

"Also I meant to ask, sorry if it's personal but how did you end up homeless? ", " smoking and gambling", you weren't really sure what to say, and completely regretted asking the question. Toji interrupted your intrusive thoughts and asked if the Tv worked. The both of you guys watched some Netflix and you went to bed while toji slept on the couch.

After that day he's been living with you as a friend since.

This morning the first thing you did was cough. Then you already knew what it was. "TOJI WHAT'D I TELL YOU ABOUT SMOKING INDOORS!? ", he literally snubbed you. You kept on nagging him until he said " hey princess what happens to 'good morning' hi' hello", you took a deep breath. "Good morning mr.fushiguro now stop smoking or I'll kick you out.

Toji laughed and crushed the cigarette on his shorts. "Sweetheart this is about the 10th time you threatened to kick me out",

"Yeah but what if I mean it one of these days"?.

.....

While Toji was in the shower you kept on thinking about your feelings for him. Everyday you were contemplating when you should confess or maybe you should never . You have been living together for over 2 months it would only be natural if u dated. Right.

Then monents later toji came out of the shower with the towel only covering his lower half. You couldn't help but admire his perfectly built figure. He walked up to you. Toji could tell by the look on your face you were flustered. "So you gonna shower or what? ", you said nothing and speed walked to the bathroom. While speed walking you heard that annoying chuckle of Toji's.

.....

T h e both of you guys were eating lunch ,as per usual toji was on his phone meanwhile you were just focusing on your food. "Hey y/n, apparently theres gonna be snow for the full week",. A dramatic gasp left your mouth and you dropped you spoon. You turned your head to face Toji's and you saw that same bored expression on his face but you didn't care. You put your hands on his shoulders. " We.have.to.go.shopping". Toji frowned at the idea of shopping. <we?> "YES WE WHAT IF I BUY SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE",.

Toji just smiled and said ok. Toji realized how much you cared about him and his perspective on things. Toji watched you as you rushed your food just to go winter shopping.

The both of you put on your coats and you had to force a beanie onto Toji's head. While shopping for Christmas stuff you asked toji whether he wanted a real tree or a fake tree. Toji pretend to think about it for a moment. "A fake tree it'll be easier to take home.

It was about 6pm when the both of you guys came home. You took turns showering. When the both of you were done showering you changed into your pj's and toji just wore T-shirt and shorts. "Hey Toji do you wanna bake cookies with me? ", you said striking the most innocent face at him. Toji cringed a bit and said yes.

Everything was going smoothly until the icing part. "Tojiiii your messing up my kitchen and there is literally icing all over your face", Toji grimanced as the icing stuck to the knife. " I told you I'm not professional at this stuff",. You stared at the cookies toji made. "Hey y'know if we were in home economics right now I would give you an E for effort, but speaking honesty they do not look good", Toji laughed a bit.

.....

Before you knew it was the 24th of December. You decided to pull an all nighter and forced Toji to do it with you.

You were almost going crazy waiting to open the gifts he bought you. You calmed down when the feelings you had for him just stabbed you in the heart. You started stressing out on whether or not you should confess now. You were already imagining how intimate your first kiss would be.

His soft lips gliding against yours. His hands roaming your body. You almost drooled at the thought. But all the energy you built up died once you realized how awkward it would get if he rejected you.

All of a sudden the courage built up again. You stood in front of Toji . You had the tightest grip on your clothes as you said "I LOVE YOU TOJI".

(Embrace yourselves I suck at writing smut. 💀)

You were about to cry from embbarassment.When Toji's rough hands grabbed your face he didn't even give you a moment to think before his lips attacked yours. His soft lips moved in sync along yours while his hands roamed your body. The kiss was passionate and intimate. You opened your mouth to let his tounge slip inside. Before you knew it you kissed your way to the bedroom.

While Toji was pecking your lips and sucking on your neck. His hands fondled with your breast. Toji slowly took of your shirt. Even though he hasn't done anything your body felt hot and sweaty. Toji wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked on it like a baby. He made sure both of your tits got equal amount of attention so he rolled the nipple on your other boob and sometimes switched.

When Toji got up the big evident tent in his shorts scared you a bit but you tried not to show it. Toji removed his shorts, and just when he was about to take off his boxers you interrupted him.

Toji sighed and lined his face up with your pussy. You were scared because he wasn't doing anything. All of a sudden we blew an icy breath and plunged his fingers in your cunt. You let out a breathy moan. Toji's long and thick fingers stretched your gummy walls so deliciously. Toji ruggedly dived his fingers in and out your pussy.

Your little wimpers and moans turned him on even more. His fingers hit all the right spots which caused your moans to be more high pitched. "Hey, don't clench so tight I won't be able to move"." O-o-ahk". Toji curled his fingers so carefully inside you. You clenched a bit to tight on tojis fingers and the familiar feeling of an Orgasm approached you. "T-toji- ambatakum!"

Toji pulled out and laughed at what you said. "

"Toji what the heck!? ", you whined relaxing yourself a bit. " Listen darling the only place your gonna cum is on my cock",.

Toji placed your head on a pillow and put you in a mating press. Tojis hard on springed out of his boxers. He held your legs and flexed his cock to make it hit your pussy multiple times. Toji rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your shopping cunt. From time to time he pressed his tip between your pussy lips just to see your desperate look.

After what felt like hours of him teasing you toji finally put is cock in you. You bit your lip to hide a moan but a little whine came out. "If it gets to much just say 'apple'.you slightly nodded and Toji started moving.

Despite the fact Toji promised to be gentle his pace was merciless. You bit your lips to try hide your moans but little wimpers came out of your mouth, and toji thought that was the cutest thing ever. Toji loved how submissive you were during sex. "You know you won't be able to hide your moans from me for long", Toji said his pace not faltering. You moaned loudly then tried to cover your face but Toji didn't allow that.

He removed your hands from your face. "Fuck, your clenching so hard around me, y'know I won't last long if you do that". You were deaf ears to what Toji said. Before you knew it you made a mess all over tojis cock. that's when you realised you let your moans go. Toji kept on going till he reached his own high.

"Fuck". When toji realised he was about to cum we did it on your abdomen cuz he wasn't about to take no risks. " so... Does this make us official now? "... I guess so" . Toji got up to clean the cum of your abdomen and the both of you went to sleep together.

Stream rover by kai.

[alatabouleau]

German terms of endearments for your fic

.Now, it's been two years since I've fallen into the X-Men/Cherik-fandom and one thing that I have seen continuously is people trying to find terms of endearment in German for Erik to use for Charles (or his mother for him). (I've lost count of how many times I've seen the word "Liebling" spelled wrong) And honestly, no offense. I know it's hard writing a character who speaks a language you don't. And obviously, you're gonna make mistakes. So I thought I'd share my knowledge as a mother tongue in German and let you know some of the most common ways we described our loved ones. ;) DISCLAIMER: I am but one single person, grown up south-east from Berlin, I DO NOT speak for the whole of Germany, nor do I ever intent to, especially since we are anything but a cultural monolith. Just keep that in mind while reading. ;)

Exclusively romantic terms: - Liebste (fem.)/ Liebster (masc.) : literally means "most loved". Closest English equivalent is probably "love" or "beloved". Bit old-fashioned. Makes you sound like a 20th-century-gentleman. ;) Make sure to write it "I-E" NOT the other way around! It would make the opposite sound. - Geliebte (fem.) / Geliebter (masc.): literally "beloved". Makes you sound even older, like Jane-Eyre-19th-century-old. Again, I before E. - Süße (fem.) / Süßer (masc.): literally "sweetie" (I KNOW this is probably now confusing, but trust me.) This is where we get into the... sappy side of German. Like, there are some mid-forty/fifty-couples who use that, but the rest makes it probably just cringe. (I know I am right now really helpful by starting with those that are not really modern, but I've seen this used because people translating English terms so I just wanted to say it here.)

Terms for both romantic and parental love: - Liebling: literally "darling". Classic, neutral, always the safe option for every situation. (I before E ;) ) - Schatz: literally "treasure". Again, safe option, though this leans rather to the romantic side, but can be used for children either way. And then of course, some animal pet names may be used for either children or romantic partners, but honestly, I don't know any couples who do that. So, those will go into the parental category, I'm afraid.

Terms for children: -Spatz: "sparrow". That's what we basically use as "sweetie". You can also use the diminutive "Spätzchen" for either toddlers or said by grandmothers. -Maus: "mouse". same thing. Diminutive is "Mäuschen". Tendency in usage for girls, but can work for either gender. (This is what my Mom still calls me sometimes even though I'm already 22! XD) -Motte: "moth". This is now really rather for girls, and rather those whose names start with M. -Krümel: "crumb". Not used by many, rather comes from the North, also rather used for unborn children in the womb. -Fussel: "fluff". Also not that common but can be cute in my PoV. :) -Hase: "rabbit". Diminutive is "Häschen". This one's rather for boys in my experience.

And then again, at the end of the day, expressions of affection are personal and as we get more personal in German, we tend to use our respective dialects. Yes, there are actually quite a many dialects for our relative "small" country. Around 30, to be concrete. Though they are all decreasing in being used, sadly, as we get more and more globalized and mobilized. However, here are some examples that I know, my knowledge being utterly limited as I am only one single person from the region south of Berlin:

-Kleene (fem.) / Kleener (masc.): "little one". If you ever have a character originating from Berlin or south of Berlin, this can be used for children. -Meechen: "girl" in the dialect of the region called "Lausitz" around the border of Brandenburg and Saxonia. Also for kids. -Schätzelein: diminutive of "treasure" in Colognian dialect. Romantic in nature, though it can also be used in a way like hairdressers in American movies sometimes call their customers "sweetie". (please, if there's a person from Cologne here, correct me on that!) -Liebchen: "darling" or "beloved" in Saxonian dialect, I believe. Rather used by old couples. -Min Dern (fem.)/ Min Jung (masc): "my girl/boy". Northern dialect. In the region around Hamburg, if I remember correctly. Used for kids.

That's it for the moment. I will probably add to this list whenever I learn some new, but I hope this is already helpful for some people. Have a great day! :) Also, if to other German mother-speakers, feel free to share your perspective, correct me if I did put something in the wrong region or enlighten me with other words.

[chloessapphicapothecary]

Ok, first off, I’d like to thank EVERYONE who showed their support for my first attempt at just showing my sapphic ramblings to the world. You are all amazing, and incredible, and just… means the world to me. 2024 has been a trying year, but also given me a lot of happy-firsts. :)

So, regardless, thank you for spending a few seconds reading my mini-obsessions. It means literally the world to me. (Both Earth AND Krypton. 💜☀️)

Oh, and while I’m here…. Maybe I could dust off another snippet. Now, for context, the two aren’t necessarily connected, they were both written for two separate issues *MY* ‘Cat’ has had in years past, each sparked inspiration.

That being said, this one would prolly take place before the first one, and yes, you’ll notice some similar beats to the first one… suppose I know my own tropes well… so, apologies if they are a bit too heavy-handed… but I am who I am. Lolz

Also? This one…. Might have a rumbling of a part 2, which would lead to the event teased near the end.

Regardless, enjoy! 🧡🤍🩷

“You Don’t Get to Talk to Her That Way…”

Kara knew better than to listen in, especially to this particular conversation, but between her sense of morbid curiosity, and overall feeling that she should know about this conversation too, Kara tuned her super-hearing to pick up the conversation happening inside Cat’s office, between her and her mother.

“Kitty, darling, how are you?” Katherine asked in her usual, high-brow way, even if the intent of the words was to be more of a knife in the back.

“Mother, what do you want?” The younger Grant asked, hand already massaging her left temple as she held her phone to her ear with her right, she could already feel the headache coming on.

“Wow, that harsh even for you, Kitty.” Katherine all but tisked, that tone making Cat’s blood boil internally as she tried to keep her cool, but given what she assumed this conversation was about, she was already on edge.

“Mother, what do you want??” She repeated, her words more pointed and venomous as her heart rate began to accelerate, giving Kara even more reason for pause, even if she managed to keep the appearance she was deep into researching something for the board meeting later that day for Cat.

“Fine, we’ll dispense with the pleasantries…” Katherine replied before sighing in what Cat knew was mock annoyance. A way to glamourize her plight in the phone with her “ungrateful” spawn. “I called because I saw the article in the Planet about you and…. Her.”

The ending of the sentence was steeped in moderate disdain, as if she was calling to tell a drunken frat boy to send his evening booty call home so she could get some sleep. That fact alone sent Cat right to the edge of her limits…. It was going to be touch-and-go from here on out, enough so even Kara stopped to look and see what Cat’s face looked like.

“Of course you read it in the Daily Planet…” Cat groused, rolling her eyes in irritation. “Would it kill you to buy a newspaper that I own?”

“The Planet’s record is unmatched, Kitty, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Her mother admonished.

“I’m not…” Cat grit her teeth. “I just hoped eventually you’d take pride in something your daughter made..” she added with a very heavy passive-aggressive edge.

“Oh don’t be silly, Kitty…”

“My name is Cat.” She cut her mother off, her words tumbling out with almost the full venom that Cat usually reserved for indignant men of all privilege-types. “And her name is Kara.”

“I know who she is, Kit… Cat.” Katherine replied, begrudgingly changing course mid-way to say what her daughter wanted to hear. “But honestly? Just have a weekend fling to clear your head then get back to…”

“No.” Cat interjected again, her tone firm but reserved, which stood in stark-contrast to the red-faced woman clutching her phone tight enough to lose circulation, not to mention how her heart was jackhammering inside her chest.

That was when Kara gave up any other pretenses and excused herself to enter Cat’s office, waving plaintively, which gave Cat all the signal she needed to know Kara was not entering the room by cruel happenstance.

“You don’t get to talk about her that way, mother.” Cat jabbed back, not even hiding her contempt. “Call back when you can learn at least a modicum of human decency.”

Cat slammed the phone down on the cradle, and immediately cradled her head in her hands, leaving Kara a bit surprised. Their relationship had just finally hit the public scene a week ago, after an all-too-brief 6-months of time to just, be… together. Cat had dreaded this call every single day since the word dropped, from an article published by Cat herself, wanting to get out ahead of it before someone scooped it and made it into something much more nefarious than it ever was or could be. So in a way she was almost glad the call happened, up until she compared Kara to some… drunken frat boy she needed to fuck and get over by Monday.

“Hey… so… I assume that didn’t go well.” Kara finally piped up, her discomfort a bit noticeable, but she kept most of it under-wraps. Who knew the Girl of Steel had, or needed, such obscure powers, Cat silently mused to herself, as she could see enough to know her feelings, but not enough to know them all.

“How much of it did you happen to hear?” Cat replied without even thinking, her demeanor shifting nebulously as she tried to calm herself down from the mood that had her slamming the phone down hard enough to make her own body wince.

Kara pursed her lips, and momentarily weighed her options, but the Queen of All Media, interviewer of despots and douchebags, and the occasional not-deplorable, saw all she needed to see.

“So, all of it.” She groaned, before looking up from her forlorn position to make eye-contact. “I’m sorry, Kara.” She spoke succinctly and heartfeltly, her dalliances in ‘Keira’ all but evaporating once she had no reason to have the misspoken name as a way to keep herself in control of the woman she mocked as “Sunny” Keira Danvers, insufferably goody-goody Girl Scout. She had already eaten all the crow she deserved and more for that jab, and was even pleasantly surprised when Kara actually liked the moniker of “Sunny”. So, who was Cat to argue with the woman she was somehow always enamored with? Even when she was too afraid to own her own feelings?

“Ms. Grant, it’s ok… it’s just…” Kara began to assuage her paramour, as she always did.

“No, Kara, it’s not!” She insisted, her eyes filling with rage, rage that Kara knew better than to assume was aimed at her. “She does not get to talk about you that way… like you’re just… some silly fling I’ll get over by Monday.”

“Ok…” Kara replied, a bit taken aback. She wasn’t totally unaware of Cat being like this… but to have it be about her was certainly something she was still getting used to.

“I mean it, she doesn’t get to disparage someone as good as you, I won’t allow it. She had no right to assume you’re just some… floozy who I’m only interested in because she’s good in bed… not to say you aren’t, but you know what I mean, yes?” Cat added, her vamping was another new development, something that Kara was both surprised by, and totally enamored with. She knew Cat was head-to-toe a strong, confident woman… but to see these moment of insecurity, of vulnerability, it just managed to show Kara there was ways she could love her even more.

“It’s ok, Ms. Grant, I get it…” Kara assuaged her lover, walking behind the desk to get the distance of the desk from between them.

“So, how long til you think she calls back?” Kara asked, when of course, because pitch-perfect irony, the phone rang. Both women winced at the blaring tone, but Kara, being Kara, picked it up without skipping a beat.

“Cat Grant’s office, this is Kara, how may I help you?” She asked with perfect customer-service tone, even as her face was riddled with all the visual hallmarks of annoyance and disdain.

“Oh, it’s you…” Katherine replied, her own disgust much more telegraphed in her voice.

“It sure is, did you need something, Mrs. Grant?” Kara asked, sure to make sure her voice was so sweet and saccharine that Katherine could squirm on her end of the phone.

“Just to speak to my daughter. Post haste.” Katherine annoyedly added, as if irritated that she needed to even voice the request.

Kara looked at Cat to gage if she even wanted to be talked to. After a few moments of silent contemplation, Cat sighed and picked up her head to give her a free hand to take the phone.

“Alright, here she is… have a good day, Mrs. Grant..” Kara added, biting her tongue before she said something a bit too far for the snark and smarm of the present moment.

“Yes, Mother? Called to apologize for calling my GIRLFRIEND a weekend-only floozy?” Cat shot back, not losing a bit of her edge from the previous conversation.

“Kitty, honestly, do you expect me to go through this whole charade?” Katherine asked bluntly, her tone devoid of empathy.

“You’ll never know what I expected out of you, mother, and that’s your loss. Just like… you know what, no… Mother, new deal..” Cat replied, as the wheels were turning in her head.

“Against my better judgment, I will forget all about this… abhorrent waste of my time if you’ll agree to one thing.” Cat began to lay her case, like a prosecutor leading the witness to the exact spot she wanted them.

Katherine sighed, making little effort to hide it from her daughter’s ears. “And what exactly is this ‘one thing’ you expect of me?”

“Dinner. You, me, Kara, and Carter.” Cat explained. “I’m sure your grandson would love to see you, and… you may as well get to know the woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with.” Cat said boldly, the words even making Kara react with visible shock, followed by a comforting warmth that could’ve made her float off the ground, if she wasn’t careful.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be in town…” Katherine began to tell her daughter of her future plans, but once again Cat was not wanting to be regaled by whatever vapid, vain reason her mother had to be in town, no-doubt a Nobel Laureate or Mega-Star author to which Catherine Jane Grant ‘couldn’t compare’ to.

“Oh, you don’t have to settle this with me, I’ll have Kara call you back to schedule it. Bye mother.” Cat roared, before once again slamming her phone down.

“So, I take it you’d like me to…” Kara began to ask as she noted it on her tablet, before looking up to see Cat’s head back in her hands.

“Cat, what’s wrong?” Kara asked, resting the tablet on Cat’s desk before closing the minuscule distance, resting a hand on Cat’s hunched-over shoulder.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine… I’m fine.” Cat tried to beg off, but somehow that reaction, which had become her staple reaction to any form of disappointment, just felt… wrong. Luckily, she wasn’t the only one who had the same overall thought.

“Cat, no… please don’t shut me out.” Kara meekly-pleaded in a moderate whisper, as she stopped down to look her in the eyes, only to see they were reddened and misted with tears. “El mayarah, remember?” Kara added, reaching a hand over to try to crook Cat’s face towards hers with a push on her magnificent jawline.

“Oh, Kara… you don’t need to get dragged into my mother’s delusions, especially when she thinks…”

“Cat, stronger TOGETHER. You don’t have to do any of this alone. Not anymore.” Kara all-but-pleaded, dropping her hand to squeeze Cat’s lovingly. “And, with all the honesty and respect I can manage, I don’t give a fuck what your mom thinks about me.”

Cat visibly guffawed. She was honestly not sure what to think. The confidence was startling, but the expletive was honestly shocking.

“Language!” Cat tried to fire back, her ability to keep a straight face faltering as Kara showed her own flustered reaction to Cat’s reaction.

“Hey, it got you to smile… so it was worth it.” Kara smiled, reaching over to wipe a tear from Cat’s face. “So, Cat… if I can use the question you so eloquently taught me back at you… what is the ‘anger behind the anger’ here? The tabloids have called me much worse than that..”

“Because those tabloids were written by my…. Mother.” Cat’s face went white as she realized it. It was something she knew all too well, and thought she had grown past, yet here it was, threatening to make her come unglued as she sat there.

Kara kept quiet, and just continued to crouch there, rubbing small circles on the top of Cat’s hands as her eyes stayed trained to the teary-eyed woman.

“I… no, it’s silly…” Cat tried again to retreat, but Kara gently squeezed her hand and kept her eyes trained on her. *Dick move, Supergirl..* Cat mused to herself, only because she knew that she had no defense to those kind eyes that made everything better.

“Fine.” Cat relented, letting out a deep sigh. “My issue is the same silly, stupid one I’ve had my whole life. It’s what has basically propelled me to get here,” Cat added, motioning to her desk, the room, and to a greater extent the entire building.

“I’m just a silly, stupid, weak girl who just wants her mommy to love her for who she is..” Cat just bluntly replied, before she sunk her head back onto her free hand, and use every ounce of her energy to hold back the next round of sobs.

“Cat, you are literally none of those words… not even close.” Kara began her reply, choking back feelings of her own. “And it’s perfectly normal to want that, believe me, I have experience on 2 planets, with 2 very different mothers.”

Cat just looked over at her, eyes red with hopelessness, and just stared. As if silently asking her to continue.

“You’re not weak for wanting a mother’s love. What child wouldn’t want to know that the people who made them, love them?” Kara added.

“You have a point.” Cat quietly replied.

“Oh, Cat, as the smartest woman I know always tells me, I always have a point..” she quipped back, smirk on her lips as she watched Cat realize it and get her own matching grin.

“I’m so sorry your mother can’t love you the way you deserve, Cat, but… I can try my best to fill in the gaps.” Kara offered plaintively.

Cat’s flusterment was palpable. “Kara, darling, you can’t replace my mother’s love for me… because you already show me love, and grace, to a level she could never wrap her head around.”

“Well, yeah, you’re the woman I love… what else am I supposed to do?” Kara asked, as if confused about how someone couldn’t love Cat the way she did.

“You see, darling, that’s what makes you different than her. You don’t see caring as a chore… sadly, my own mother can’t see past herself to see what you see, her loss.” Cat regained her composure, just enough to go back to matters at hand at work.

“Thank you, Kara… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Cat admitted, her dalliances in vulnerability something that just made Kara’s heart ache more for her beloved.

(To Be Continued…?)

El Mayarah,

Chlo. 💜☀️

[inkykeiji]

Is it okay for me to take the 🌱 (sprout) emoji ? bc I will definitely be hanging around to ride this Sunday ship to the ends of the earth

Also also alsoooo since im already unhinged. Can you imagine the discussion when robin flies back home?? How she left two siblings and is now meeting this established MARRIED couple. I low key see Sunday in all his fanfare almost shading the siblings from each other. Like always supervising conversations and never leaving them quite alone. Bc listen he put in all this work to make you the most dutiful, satisfied and content wifey. And he loves robin yes, but she went off and made her life and he won’t let what he built at home crumble. So he sits there, smiling and comforting when robin tries to ask if youre happy and comfortable. And I imagine her getting frustrated when Sunday delves in to explain on your behalf that yes you are quite happy. And robin is just getting so frustrated and youre just smiling up at Sunday oblivious with nothing but admiration and I just. Phew. I have sooooooooo many thoughts about this man. Pls how he’s with you in bed??? Boy just the experience to tell 

absolutely bb of course you can!!! welcome to the anon club wooo 🥳🥳 hehe <3 i am v excited to have u here with me to scream over sunday!!! any sunday pieces i write will be posted over on @inkyajax! c:

tw: incest / pseudo-cest

oh robin is 100% like what the fuck sunday??? but in her polite, cordial robin terms :) it’s the absolute last thing she expects to arrive home to, and it sends her for a fucking loop initially, sputtering on her response the moment she hears her precious baby sister call their elder brother husband, quickly and efficiently choking out her surprise to be demure and discreet, just like her brother taught her. but then she takes a moment to truly reflect on it, meditating on the situation as she stares up at the glowing plaster stars still smattered across her childhood ceiling—didn’t sunday promise he’d finally have those removed?—and she can’t believe she didn’t see it coming sooner. 

she can’t believe it blindsided her. i mean, really, what more could she expect with sunday? he’s always been over-protective, over-possessive, and entirely overbearing with his need for complete control—thinly veiled ownership of his siblings. and, suddenly, robin feels immense guilt. she should’ve known better, should’ve tried harder to shield you from him, shouldn’t have turned a blind eye and gone off to selfishly chase her own dreams (and, oh, if she ever discloses these thoughts to sunday, you know he’ll agree with her, using her compassion and culpability as a weapon to hurt her more, to break her down and rearrange her views and opinions his way). 

as disgusted and disappointed as she is with her brother, robin still tries her best to keep the peace as best she can throughout these increasingly infuriating interactions, smiling and sweet even as she begins to spit certain words through clenched teeth, even as her body continues to coil with every instance of sunday cutting you off mid-sentence. 

it would be especially wise of sunday to mediate all communication between his two sisters, easily ensuring all interactions flow through him. he is, by all intents and purposes, a filter on you and your words. it’s hard for robin to trust what either of you say when you’re around each other. robin knows this, because sunday has done the same with her, several times throughout their life, overseeing her responses to reporters and fans alike. as such, you can bet your ass she’ll be attempting to devise some sort of plan to get you completely alone so she can interrogate you honestly and properly—now, whether she actually succeeds at that is another story entirely. 

what’s worse is the precedence sunday still rules over her with. sure, she can recognize this is wrong, and yes, she can feel as guilty and remorseful as she wants to, but can she resist sunday’s clever, covert manipulation? the same manipulation that she’s been eroded by, poisoned by, for her entire life? the same manipulation that has kept her unwittingly trapped beneath her brother’s thumb, tail feathers pinned under his nail? 

probably not. 

how effortless it would be for sunday to consistently and continuously chip away at robin’s resolve, at robin’s logic, to convince her that no, truly, this really is what’s best for their dear baby sister, sunday swears it. who better to take care of you, to nurture and love you, than your righteous older brother? who better to anticipate and fill your needs than your own flesh and blood, just as he always has, just as he always will? 

no one, that’s who. and robin knows this, deep down, too—sunday just has to ensure that she realizes it. 

please sprout don’t even get me started on sunday in bed i fucking black out at just the THOUGHT of that man fucking you ooohhh my god

[seafoamreadings]

week of april 16th, 2023

aries: beginning with an aries moon, the week starts out with the wild anticipation of another new moon in your sign by mid week, the second in a row. and this one's at the last degree of your sign. and it's an eclipse so, yes, it can be crazy. the focus is on how you relate to others, and how they mirror you back to yourself.

taurus: there's an eclipse in aries, the start of taurus season (!), and then a little mercury retrograde starting up in your sign as well, all before the week is out. so in a way the spotlight is on you. even though the eclipse is in aries, the closely related north node of the moon is still in your sign for now. don't let anyone rush you about anything.

gemini: it's all about your soul-mate friends this week. the little pod of souls you are most at home with. you'll get word from some of those you haven't heard from in what seems like (and maybe has been) ages, and you might also make some new ones! so what if there's an eclipse and a mercury retrograde? just don't take things too quickly or impulsively and it's actually great for you.

cancerians: as a lunar-ruled being you're affected more than most by eclipses like the one this week. the bad news there is it'll be a frazzling one. the good news though is that whatever change it brings is needed, and immediately following the eclipse the moon enters taurus, where it is exalted. so you will have a good opportunity for recovery and integration.

leo: the volatile aries vibes all week actually favor you, causing philosophical/spiritual/even academic changes. while these may be stretching you a bit thin, they are ultimately bringing you to even higher leonine levels of greatness. meanwhile, taurus vibes simultaneously can cause an apparent setback in some career/status arena, but this is likely mostly just an illusion.

virgo: it's not the best time for stuff like taking out a loan, applying for college, etc, but if you've already got those things in motion from before? they're going to be super fruitful starting around now.

libra: relationships may be in chaos, or they may be about to reach new highs. really, both these things are very possible. venus is favorable to you more now even than usual, so you have her as an ally; any chaos is the good kind, whatever it looks like initially. you'll look back on this period as some major breakthrough.

scorpio: it's not that eclipses don't normally affect you, but it isn't usually so strong. the last eclipse season did occur over the axis you share with taurus. this one does not. but you have an old affinity with aries, and this occurs at the very very end of that sign. and the south node is still in scorpio, so you're still putting in real work there.

sagittarius: some people say not to say intentions at all eclipse but i say it's a great idea as long as you're willing to relinquish control over the outcome and are prepared for volatility along the way. this one's at the end of aries, ruling over your romances, creativity, and fun.

capricorn: earth vibe so dependable and steady suits you, even if mercury does go retrograde (which it will.) the eclipse? mostly not really your problem but a close family member might try to make it seem that way. that firm earth is still there to ground you as needed.

aquarius: if pluto or the eclipse vibes have you frazzled, this week provides an opportunity to make your home base a real sanctuary. mercury retrograde needn't be feared; just take it as a sign to get settled in instead of flitting about.

pisces: perhaps it seems trite or boring in such a trying time, but for your unity with all things nothing is trite in the end; so the week's best advice is to consider where your money goes, and how okay you feel about that. then make any needed adjustments.

[majestic-cicada]

The Majestic Cicada

Source: https://sayostudio.com/portfolio/cicada-life-cycle/

When I was a teenager, I never knew _what_ I wanted to be when I grew up. All the ideas of careers I had, however, dealt with wanting to make the world a better place - I don't think that's an experience unique to me. I like to think that most young people want to grow up and change the world for the better, I like to think that that is everyone's goal. So in a way, I knew _who_ I wanted to be.

Fast forward to doing what most young people are pressured into doing straight after high school (or else, obviously you're a failure... PSA: that's a crock of frass)- I went to university. I was very fortunate and privileged to attend a prestigious university in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It was an epic journey. I had a very generous family friend pay for the first two years of my studies.

[Soliloquy: I recently messaged him when I became overwhelmed with gratitude. The trajectory of my life would not be what it is without him... It could have been but he certainly made the road a lot smoother for me. Always be grateful. His words to me were, "You never need to pay me back but, rather, pay it forward." And so I try to do that in some way everyday, and I remind myself of this goal by saying a few things I am grateful for. Yes, even on the days when the thoughts of dark clouds are oppressive.]

I had been greatly humbled by my lack of academic achievement after my first semester. I had also been greatly liberated by my social experiences. Even so, I picked my damaged ego up and kept moving toward the finish line. I had registered with the intention of majoring in Zoology and Botany. Until one fateful day... Professor Martin Hill walked into the lecture theatre and began, with his booming yet very balanced voice, about insects. Five minutes into that lecture, I already knew Zoology was out of the window. Entomology was my new special interest.

Fast forward to second year. I had to collect 200 families of insects, preserve and pin them properly, and correctly identify them using dichotomous keys. As a vegetarian at the time, and someone who was extremely fond of any 6-legged creature, this was one of the most trying tasks I'd had to undertake. My pinning technique was shocking (sorry to the tutors and lecturers who marked my collection, and most importantly my sincerest apologies to the poor critters whose corpses are so poorly displayed).

I was, however, exceptionally talented at using a butterfly net. One day, whilst strolling towards the quarry, always on the look out for insects, I heard this odd noise in a bush. I saw this massive... fly? I wasn't sure. I had never seen anything so spectacular in my life. But the odd noise was somewhat familiar. It took me back to summer on the coast with my grandparents. I caught the poor bugger (pun very much intended) and off we went to the lab. It turns out, this was not just any cicada, this was a rare cicada to find in the area. I was absolutely taken by this enchanting and noisy creature. And so my love for the Majestic Cicada exploded.

I ended up collecting a coastal species in the mid-semester break, obsessively searching for them, obsessively devouring and gorging on the information of these creatures. We sometimes call them "Christmas beetles" here. They are not beetles at all, but rather true bugs (i.e. Hemiptera). They were given their misnomer for two reasons:

They emerge in the summer months (over Christmas time in the southern hemisphere) and make one hell of a racket.

Their nymphal casing looks almost beetle-like, which they discard as they emerge from the ground.

In my somewhat feverish love affair with learning about cicadas, what has stuck with me was that some species can take up to 17 years to develop before they emerge from the ground. I explained that poorly.

The adult female lays eggs.

Eggs hatch after a few weeks (species-dependent).

The nymphs (of which there are 5 instars), burrow into the ground where they hide from the world, growing, developing, figuring things out. The nymphs attach to tree roots for nourishment.

After what is one of the longest nymphal stages of an insect life cycle (at least to he best of my knowledge at the time), 13-17 years the nymphs emerge from the ground and into the daylight. They do this all within a few days.

After their emergence, they molt their exoskeleton for the last time, and crawl up a tree, pale and vulnerable as their wings extend and their exoskeletons darken and harden.

As fully-fledge adults, the males fly around singing the most ludicrous song in search of females. The females show their approval with wing-flapping.

After a wild time of promiscuity and making as much noise as possible, the adult females will lay their eggs. The adults live for only a few days to a fortnight. And so the cycle begins again.

It's beautiful, isn't it? This cycle of a 6-legged creature, so similar to the experience of so many humans. We're put away in schools for our formative years, kept separate from society at larger, in the dark and not in the daylight. We emerge one day as adults, vulnerable, confused and trying to figure out what the heck we're supposed to do. And when we've gained our strength and certainty, we fly, screech and fulfill our life's purpose. We perish and return to the earth from whence we came, their to provide nutrients to trees whose roots will one day feed future generations.

As I'm getting closer to thirty years old, I feel like my exoskeleton is starting to harden, I'm not so vulnerable anymore. My wings are itching to take flight. I am ready.

Prof. Martin Hill, if you ever read this or get this far through reading this, thank you. Thank you for bringing such joy to my life through your passion. Inspired by you, I now teach biology. I have a booming voice and a fire to warm the curious minds of my students. If you've forgotten who I am, I used to wear the most outrageous outfits, with the most outrageous hairstyles and often times in winter, I wore my ladybird onesie to lectures. You have made an indelible mark on my intellect, my journey and my life. Thank you.

[praetoravila]

15, 20, 25, 38, 40 (a new one! not one we've talked about👀), 51, 69, 72, 83, 99, 100 (if you're up for it!) <333 for jelisa !!!

HIIIII thank you ash!!!!!

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

elisa is a physical touch person, so usually a hug and a kiss or just generally hanging around in james’ presence is enough to help her, while james prefers getting to talk it out (he also likes a good mope session)

20. Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?

neither of them LMAO! elisa grew up with bugs all around her in brazil and her immediate reaction to most of them now is, danger will kill you, so she just doesn’t do anything until it’s gone. and james…. well it’s james. he doesn’t like dirt and anything involving dirt. tião (elisa’s uncle) is usually called in as bug reinforcement

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

YES!!! stealing this one from you lol, but james calls elisa songbird, along with your standard babe, baby, and babygirl - babygirl usually being one only for more intimate moments. elisa calls him pet names mostly in portuguese but a few english ones sneak in there as well. her favourites are: meu príncipe (my prince), lindo (handsome), and meu gato (my hottie). technically she could also call james tiago since his name and that name are derivative from the same word but it’s too close to tião so absolutely not LOL

38. What would be their ideal evening in?

elisa’s not very picky, so honestly, just lying around w james in bed or on the couch doing nothing is sufficient for her. james prefers doing something of some sort so either watching a movie together or cooking a simple meal together - he loves learning about elisa’s culture and hearing her speak in portuguese as she’s explaining things to him

40. What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?

oooo okay choosing a song, that we haven’t already talked about, stuck by big time rush in my head is the first song james writes for elisa. it’s written post mid s2, when they first start dating and gustavo informs him that he can’t talk about their relationship publicly bc he’s the heartthrob of the band, and the fans won’t like the idea of him

not being single. he just wants everyone to know how in love he is, but he can’t, and it’s killing him lol. for a elisa song, flip the script by prima j is her song. when she first starts falling for james, she had no intention of getting into a relationship at all, she’s still struggling with her immigration and her homesickness + her fears about not being good enough for los angeles. james is one of the first people in la to remind her that she is talented enough and that she’s done the work to prove it and herself. it doesn’t fix her fears, but it sates them, and its one of the first real, intimate moments they share that makes her realize her feelings for him!

51. Are there any characters who ship them?

is it a cheat to say all of btr? lol, but yes, james’ friends are all very supportive of their relationship, particularly kendall and carlos who are the quote unquote matchmakers. kendall points out to james that he has feelings for elisa in the first place, and carlos finds ways to insert the two of them into shenanigans where they have to interact so they became friends and eventually more. elisa’s best friend back in São Paulo, fernanda (fernie for short) is also their biggest supporter, and she gives james the shovel talk (in portuguese. at 2am. right after a concert lol)

69. If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go?

james is the one who usually holds the bags, he’s a gentleman okay? he’s also usually the one who decides what stores they go into. elisa isn’t a big fan of malls, they overstimulate her too much, especially with the smell of american fast food (girlie hates the smell of refined oil) but when she’s in charge of the mall trip, they usually end up in american eagle, anthropology and Aeropostale (or the triples a’s as she calls them lol) since those stores are her vibe

72. If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?

oo!!!! i think it’s nuanced. elisa knows that james is famous, and that he’s the heartthrob of the band, so she’s kind of resigned herself to knowing that people will flirt with him, and that she is going to have to learn to not be jealous. but i think if someone is flirting with him when he’s just james and not specifically being james from big time rush, she gets a little bit peeved bc she wants him to have that distinction from who he is in the band. james on the other hand is a jealous man. he doesn’t like people looking at or touching what’s “his”, and that includes elisa lol. it’s part of why he hates jett for so long, bc jett would NOT get the hint and kept flirting with elisa. she would obviously turn him down and be polite, but james could tell it was making her uncomfortable which made his anger turn up 100 times more

83. Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down?

james does for sure! he’s passionate about everything he does, even if it’s not always the smartest thing, and one thing in particular he gets frustrated about is people comparing him and kendall. he’s very insecure about it, and elisa’s good at picking up on when he needs a moment to be in a kendall free zone and just rant or hug it out or whatever it is that he needs. elisa sometimes gets frustrated w her health issues, especially when her thyroid problems start acting up. james is good at spotting when she needs to take a break and stop for a minute, and he’s particularly good at enforcing the routine of eating and drinking water for her (she forgets to do it all the time. like seriously elisa, girl it’s a problem)

99. Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?

elisa!!!! she’s the mom friend, and james is very picky about what he eats and she will go to the poor 16 year old running the mcdonalds counter and chew them out in english and portuguese for putting pickles on his cheeseburger when he asked for no pickles!

100. Make a meme of this ship.

okay not memes that EYE made, but here some silly goofy ones that i think fit them.

i went off a little bit lmao