#barely chipped at whatsoever

[dominonary]

Diva/Aigami and Alexis/Asuka for the bingo! - @chaosmax

ayyyy

diva/aigami:

asuka:

[gamergirl-niffler]

Being Married to Haganezuka - headcanons

Relationship between swordsmith and demon slayer was actually unheard of, but you didn't complain at all.

It was really comfortable, you lived with your husband and were close enough to be ready when needed.

Your husband was a difficult person: hot-blooded, extremely dedicated to his craft, and socially inept.

Many were sure he would never find a wife. That was until you came into the village, after all Hotaru was just a man and despite all of his heavy flaws managed to win your heart.

People hated him, and you knew that, but thankfully your presence brightened his image. Just a tiny bit. But still.

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‌He doesn't just talk about work. He rants. 

A lot, actually. 

Thanks to it, you know all about his clients, even if he has very little of those.

"I need to make new swords! And guess for who! For a kid that barely made it through Finale Selection!" Hotaru complains as you hum in acknowledgement while braiding the long black locks of your husband. "I am sure he will be like the others! Not respecting my work whatsoever!"

It's a simple routine before bed. He rants, letting out some of the frustration while your attention calms him down. It's always enough to actually allow him to properly rest during the night. 

‌Sleeping with him is yet another completely different thing.

Once the two of you get into bed, there is no running away. When his arms wrap around you, it's over, you are stuck like this until the sun rises again. He is simply not letting you go. 

Hotaru will never admit it out loud, but that's exactly what he is afraid of, you were the only woman that ever wanted him, so what would he do without you around.

You are his biggest treasure, he is not letting you go. Ever.

‌ Mornings with Haganezuka are much nicer. 

He is calm and rested as you're helping him to get ready for work right after breakfast.

"I hate that mask," You say with a grimace, while looking at the ugly mask in your hand. 

Of course, you understand the whole idea of masks but it didn't change the fact you didn't like them, you preferred to see your husband without it.

He snatches the item from your hand and hands you a shawl. "You better help me with my hair," Hotaru mutters, sitting in front of you to make it easier. "You also should get ready."

With an eye roll, you started to wrap his hair, making sure they won't bother him during the work. "I am just as ready as you are," you sum up, tying the shawl as tightly as possible. 

Once you were done he got up, put on the mask and turned to you. "I love you," he admits, while his hands move to your collar to properly button it.

Looking up at him, "I... I love you too...," you say with a soft grimace, making him frown under the mask. "What's your problem now?”

"Sorry. It's hard to say with that thing on your face," you admit slowly.

"You're annoying," He scoffs and turns to leave.

After grabbing your sword, you could follow him, walking by his side and holding his hand until you reach your post. Only then the two of you finally part ways for the day.

‌Hotaru is the one taking care of your sword. 

How could he not!

Not only he's a swordsmith, but he is also your husband, so his duty to you is doubled or even tripled! Not to mention, the sword is his own creation.

"Did you clean it? Are you sure it's clean? Maybe you chipped it? Let me see!"

You need to keep him away, using your own hands to make sure he won't get to your sword. "Hotaru, love. I am sure of all of it," You sigh, but before you know it he already has his hands on it. 

How did he even do that?! 

With careful eyes, he checks the blade and handle to be fully sure you're telling the truth. 

He couldn't allow his beloved wife to walk around with a sword that isn't properly taken care of. Hotaru wanted to be sure you are safe. "It's getting blunt. I will sharpen it for you. You can take the other one."

And just like that, your husband is off to do his things. There is no stopping him nor making him postpone the work.

Speaking about work!

Hotaru is hard working and stubborn.

Once he gets to work... He. Is. Gone. 

The mix of passion and dedication in his case are actually a "deadly" combination. There is no way of pulling him away. Sadly, even as his own wife, you don't have this privilege.

Once, when you attempted to take the sword away to stop him, Hotaru snapped at you, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't you see I'm busy? This must be done, and I won't deliver a poorly made sword!"

After that, you never tried that again.

He can be gone for the whole day and night while forging a new blade. It's annoying when you cannot spend the evening snuggling with your husband. 

‌BUT you are actually useful when he loses his temper! 

"Y/N-sama!"  One of the young apprentices yells, getting your attention immediately. Kids here love you since you are much nicer than Hotaru, but one of them approaching you while on duty isn't something usual.

"What is it? Did something happen?" You ask, giving the boy a soft smile.

Boy nodded quickly. "It's Haganezuka! He lost it again."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you nod and quickly follow the boy just to find your husband held by three swordsmiths, while he's thrashing around to get free while another swordsmith stood nearby.

"What happened here?!" You ask with a frown. 

Hotaru growls. "He interrupted my work! I was almost done with the sword! Now I will have to start all over again! I'll kill you!"

You blink and rub your face, no matter how many times it happened, you still couldn't get used to it. "Hotaru. That's enough, let's go home. I will make you mitarashi dangos."

He immediately stops his thrashing around and looks at you. Other swordsmiths look at each other confused and slowly let him go.

Instead of attacking the man that took the sword, he walks to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's go. I want mitarashi dangos."

Of course, it's not the only situation like this. Things like this often happen because of his temper. Sometimes you need to resort to tickling his sides, but this ends in you dragging him back home and him later scolding you for even doing this.

‌ Since he works hard. He gets hurt.

Hotaru hates this, but at the same time he loves it. No one likes to get hurt, and he as a swordsmith sometimes gets his hands a little damaged in his work fever.

It's annoying. Wounds even if shallow still hurt and disturb the work.

Thankfully, he has you and he can always count on your help. He will not admit it, but he loves the way your palms feel against his own when you wrap his injuries.

You are a slayer, yet your hands are small and soft compared to his. Not to mention, you are always so gentle and careful while taking care of you. No one else can take care of his injuries just like you do.

"There you go," you say sweetly, tying a knot on a fresh bandage on his hand. Before he can thank you, you press a soft kiss to the injury. "I told you to be careful and to work less, but you never listen. Is it really that hard to listen just a little bit? For once?”

No matter how many times he returned home with cuts or/and abrasions, you always helped him and then scolded him. Normally he would get angry at someone for talking to him like this, but when it comes to you; Hotaru can't be mad, he actually feels oddly happy you do this. 

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In summary.

Hotaru is a good man. 

Others may hate him for his slightly angry nature, but that's because no one knows him like you do, not even a village chief.

He loves you in his own way and is forever grateful for you and the fact you love him back just as much.

Some people think you may regret marrying such a man, but you truly don't. He is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you wouldn't change him for anyone else.

[kyufessions]

sweetheart

synopsis: your annoying neighbor bothers you yet again

pairings: neighbor! eric x afab! reader

genre: smut, 18+

request: “open your mouth” + “why so shy?”

word count: 2.2k

warnings: spitting, oral (f. receiving), making out, playful teasing, pet name (sweet heart), lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i’m writing this half asleep so it’s not proofread whatsoever,, oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @haechansbbg

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

Only if everyone knew. Only if everyone knew that the boy next door you always swore annoyed you to your very core since you had first moved in over ten years ago, would meet you in your old tree house that stood between both of your houses at ungodly hours. With what started as another night wanting to get away from one of your family’s parties, turned into heated makeout sessions that led to what anyone would imagine.

Throughout the years, your father had been kind enough to re-do the treehouse. Seeing as you still adored it, he re-vamped it to make it seem more private and to your liking since you were now in your early 20’s. There was even a small makeshift door and small windows with curtains that you often kept closed- it was your favorite place to get away from madness when your room wasn’t cutting it. That was- until one spring night.

You had been in your treehouse reading a new novel you had bought at your local barnes and nobles, your lamp on and one of curtains slightly open to enjoy the slight breeze. Tonight your parents had some guests over from work, their conversations and jazzy background music being too loud for your liking. So you quietly made your way to your treehouse and enjoying your time alone until you heard some rocks being thrown at the door. Groaning, you ignored the disturbance. You knew exactly who it was and you did not want to deal with him tonight. One more rock, two, even three more were thrown. Thats when you stood up and fully opened up the half drawn curtain, looking down to see the annoying boy next door.

He stood there with his devilish grin, wearing a white tank and his baseball varsity jacket from the college he attended. He waved hello as soon as he saw you looking down at him, catching a glimpse of you from the limited lighting. “What do you want eric?” you shouted down, making sure your voice was only able to be heard between you both and not to disrupt what was happening inside your home.

He shrugged, his grin never fading. “I’m bored.” as you rolled your eyes and started to pull back down the curtain, he yelled back out to you. “Wait!”

You shushed him right away, his voice too loud for your liking. As you motion for him to come up the wooden ladder, he does as instructed and you watch as he climbs up halfway before you stop him with your words. “What do you want?” you ask again, annoyance stringing through your voice.

His lips form another shit eating grin. “I’m bored and saw the light on.”

“Find someone else to bother.” you start to close the door but see his hand stop it from closing.

Before you can begin to speak up again, eric decides to first. “Come on, i’ll stay in the corner and let you do your own thing. I won’t bother you. I just don’t want to be in my house right now and am grounded from using my car.”

“Is no an option?” you ask him with a puff. With a swift shake of his head, you open the door fully and allow him inside.

He looks around in amazement at the fairy lights and overall set up, noticing how you plop back on the mini couch you have set up in the corner. His eyes scan over a small drawer with a chipped paint job, old drawings and paintings hanging throughout that’s barely holding on with tape and some nails. There are some obvious new items hanging about and some older ones, and he quietly takes note of that as he walks around to inspect. As he does so, you occasionally glance at him to make sure hes not touching anything he isn’t supposed to. After a little more snooping, he takes a seat on the floor and starts aimlessly scrolling through his phone while you continue to read your novel.

Minutes pass in pure silence- nothing but the occasional hoot from a faraway owl and the distanced sound of jazz music from your home below. That was, until eric opened tiktok. His volume was louder than necessary, his laughter echoing in your ears. You try to continue your reading, trying to be the nice guy. But it felt as if each tiktok he watched just made him laugh harder than the last. You make a mental note of the page you stop on before closing your book and looking over at him, your face blank with irritation.

“If you’re going to be in here, can you at least quiet down? I’m trying to read my book.” your eyes finally meet and he just chuckles, getting up off the floor and walking over towards you.

“What’re you reading anyway?”

You clear your throat before speaking as he inches closer, trying to keep your book close to hide it from him. “None of your business, just please keep it down.”

Eric notices you trying to keep the book from him and as he steps closer he tries reaching for it but failing as you hold it closer to you. He scoffs, trying to reach for it again. “Why so shy about it, huh?” his tone is playful, his eyes beaming with curiosity as he tries to sneak a peek of the cover. You try moving your body to hide it from him but as you’re squirming, he snatches up the book and examines the cover. A small laugh leaves his lips as he notices the explicit cover, your face turning a slight shade of pink as he then reads the first page that started off juicy. When he looks down at you, your cheeks are now red and your eyes wide. “This is the shit you read?”

You stand up and grab the book back from his hands, or at least attempt to before he raises it above your head with a smirk. The height difference between you both wasn’t much, but the fact he was also wearing grey sweats right now didn’t really help the burning sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. To say eric was ugly would be the biggest lie- you actually found him quite attractive. He was just annoying and pestered you often, but he was quite handsome. As his hand was held above you, your book in his hand, you can notice his peaking bicep from under his varsity jacket.

Your silence and wandering eyes failed you as eric took note of this. “Checking me out, huh?”

As you're snapped out of your daze by his words, you jump up and grab the book from his hand successfully and try to move around him to leave but fail. Although your treehouse is spacious, it’s not the biggest either. So now you’re backed into a corner by the hot annoying neighbor who just found out you read smut. Cool. you just sit down on the small couch, puffing in annoyance in an attempt to hide how flustered you’ve become.

“No i’m not.”

His index and middle finger tap the right side of your cheek, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your red cheeks say otherwise, sweetheart.”

Normally you'd swat away his hand, but as you looked in his eyes you felt the air catch in your throat. You felt as if time had stopped due to the close proximity you both were in. the little nickname that normally bothered you made your stomach churn with butterflies, your hands gripping your book tighter.

you tried to hide it once more, trying to keep your tone high and mighty. “don’t call me sweetheart.”

“then try to act like you don’t like it and maybe i will.” eric then squats so he’s now eye level with you, his fingers tracing from your cheek all the way down your neck and to your shoulder ever so gracefully as he does so. your eyes just watch him, unsure of what this feeling is that’s come over you. his head tilts, his face amused by this. “does mommy and daddy know you read smut all up here by yourself?”

eric had always seen you as this goody-two-shoes; mommy and daddy’s most prized possession who always got fantastic grades and went to one of the best colleges the states had to offer. throughout the past ten years, he had always seen you achieve the highest possible grades with honors just to seek your parents approval. never brought over a guy, your nose always buried in a book whether it be for your studies or for fun. he also noticed how your hair never failed to be done perfectly, different colored bows or hair accessories to match your dress or skirt. you always had to present the world with this perfect image of you, and he was just so curious to get to know you deeper than this facade you try to sell everyone you come across.

he watches you shake your head, no words being spoken as you seem choked up. your eyes sparkle under the dimly lit fairy lights as they glare at him, causing him to chuckle lowly yet again. “what if they found out?”

“don’t you fucking dare eric sohn-“

“ah ah,” he slips the book from your hands, placing it beside you. “why don’t we put page one to the test?”

your eyes widen, eyebrows raising. “e-excuse me?”

eric slips off his varsity jacket, tossing it on top of your book. “i skimmed the page over. doesn’t ellen get eaten out, or am i mistaken?” you’re left speechless, yet your face continues to redden all over. eric has thought about this for years but never thought this day would come, only in his wildest of dreams.

eric stands up a little bit to hover over you, lifting your chin and leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. his hair is messy, probably from the baseball practice he had earlier in the day. your lips are inches from his, yet not a word can be spoken as you’re just in shock.

“all you have to do is tell me to stop and i will.” is all eric whispers before placing his lips on yours.

both of your lips move in sync with one another, his fitting perfectly on yours. his hand moves from your shoulder to your cheek, his entire palm cupping it and his fingers placing themselves on the nape of your neck. his touch sends shivers down your spine, his fingertips delicate and careful. his other hand moves to your left thigh, starting to spread it apart from your right one. but you don’t stop him, something within you tells you to allow him. as he bites down on your bottom lip, his hand on your thigh travels to the inner part and stops near your panties. his fingertips graze your folds, the lace material feeling good against his skin.

the sound of your whimper against his lips makes his blood rush, separating his lips from yours. for a few moments he just stares down at you, taking in the view of your wide innocent eyes and puffy pink lips. “fuck you’re so pretty, you know that?”

eric then gets on his knees in front of you, and you watch as he slips off your white silk pleated skirt and stare at your pussy in awe. “all wet for me already, sweetheart?” you bite your lower lip as you watch him, arching your back against the wall at the nickname.

his fingers push the fabric aside, the fingertips grading your folds ever so slightly to take in the beauty for a second. he grins up at you before slipping in one finger, earning a gasp from you. eric starts slow, pumping in and out of you teasingly. he just stares up at you the whole time, taking in the beauty of your reactions. he watches your hand involuntarily reach for his hair, tugging on it once he picks up the pace out of satisfaction. you let out quiet moans as he slips in a second finger, not wanting anyone to potentially hear anything happening up in the treehouse.

after a few moments of his second finger, he puts his mouth to your clit. with this sudden movement you throw your head back, starting to grind against his face. eric takes in every movement you make, enjoying how you use him for your advantage to release. his fingers continue pumping in and out of you at a consistent pace, his tongue occasionally moving in and out of your hole as his lips continue to satisfy you. as your breathing pattern picks up and your legs begin shaking, he knew it was only a few seconds before you climaxed.

once you did, you let out a loud moan and eric took in every juice you offered to him. he begins licking you up, cleaning you up the only way he’s currently able to. he then leans up, grabbing you by the cheek and staring down at your tired face.

“open your mouth, baby.” he murmurs. you do as instructed, allowing him to spit in your mouth. you watch him through half-lidded eyes, smirking as you take in the taste he offers you.

and that’s the night where it all started, your friends with benefits relationship with your annoying neighbor.

[rdbrainz]

Man… whatever… cyberpunk AU stuff inspired by the Future Society summons in BBS + a Franceska/Di Roy piece just because I can, duh!

Loose translation: 1) "Outdated models are dearer to me than any software that connects to the chip with no problem whatsoever"; 2) Nnoitra: Army prosthetics from god knows where. The eye implant is barely working and the only thing he uses in it is a built-in light. Nnoitra hardly has any money to fix it so he's left to deal with terrible migraines. Ulquiorra: High-quality rewired brain chip with a hack safety + an outdated old-fashioned prosthetic and both have to be connected by a cable for netrunning purposes. Because "It was very popular back when I was a kid…" So basically nostalgia. Grimmjow: Absolute dogshit prosthetics since he is a victim of the poorly installed and maintained implants in the lower class. Bazz-B: Got one of the most expensive and advanced prosthetics with a sensor that reads texture and temperature information for free. Modified it with a naked chick drawing to Jugram's chagrin since he's the one who bought it (and also chopped his arm off).

[sideeve]

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

[manheeiim]

Nothing Lasts Forever - Lana’s House

ᥫ᭡ link to nothing lasts forever masterlist

Not long after giving JJ my phone number at the corner store, he was inviting me to come with him and his friend on an adventure, whatever that meant. In fact, I asked him what that meant but he hadn’t really given much of an answer.

Despite my lack of knowing what was going on, I decided to go with him, going with the flow.

I stood in front of my house as I waited for JJ and his friend to come pick me up. Going in the car with a guy I barely knew and a guy I didn’t know whatsoever was not the smartest idea but honestly, I was too desperate to get to know JJ better.

Suddenly, an old van pulls up and I see JJ sitting in the passenger seat, his arm over the open window as he looks out at me.

“Hey.” JJ says.

“Hey.” I respond, a small smile on my face.

“Hi.” His friend says, leaning over to wave at me.

“Hi.” I wave back.

“You can get in the back.” His friend says.

“Or you know, sit on my lap, that works too.” JJ adds, causing his friend to shove him.

I roll my eyes as I get in the back of the van and shut the door, sitting down on the not so secure seating they had back here.

“I’m John B. Nice to meet you.” His friend introduces himself as he takes the van out of park.

“I’m Lucia. It’s nice to meet you.” I say politely in return.

“No, nice to see you, JJ? No, I missed you, JJ?” JJ joins in as he glances back at me with a teasing smile.

I blush a little, “Nice to see you, too, JJ.” I softly say, making JJ’s smile widen.

“Nice to see you, Lucia.” He responds.

We pull up to some house a few minutes later and they both get out of the car. I get up and go to open the van door but JJ beats me to it, opening it for me.

“So, why are we here?” I quietly ask him as I get out and he shuts the van, standing with me there for a moment.

“John B has some compass that he wants to ask this woman about.” JJ says.

“Oh.” I say, now being left with more questions.

“I’ll explain more later. Come on.” JJ then says as we head over to where his friend was.

As we’re walking, there’s suddenly sounds of glass breaking and suddenly I’m freezing up, my body not moving anymore.

JJ glances back at me, noticing my stiffness, before looking over at John B.

“Maybe we should come back.” JJ says. “It’s a little too soon.” He adds as he stands back with me.

“No, no, shut up, JJ.” John B shushes JJ and he just goes quiet.

Yelling is heard and I can hear a man yelling “Tell me where it is or I’ll kill you.”

I tug at JJ’s arm, making him look down at me, “I want to go. I don’t want to be here.” JJ nods in understanding as he looks back at John B.

There’s suddenly another crashing noise and JJ is pulling me up against the side of the house with him as John B goes up against the house as well. There’s a loud bang and I startle as paint chips fall on us.

Suddenly, my body was going back to a situation similar to what I’d finally escaped. My mind was going back to the mindset of when everything was happening.

JJ and John B look over when we hear the sound of the door harshly opening and JJ puts his arm over my chest to hold me back and to not look.

I can see them in the boat driving away and JJ takes my hand in his, bringing me along with him as he follows John B in the house.

We walk through the house and I reluctantly go along with JJ as John B leads the way. As we walk farther into the house, we could see the woman sat on the floor, her back up against the wall, in her bathroom. She was sobbing.

I let go of JJ and stand back, my heart pounding out of my chest. Something about this seemed all too familiar to me.

John B rushes over to her and checks to make sure that she’s okay but obviously she wasn’t in the right headspace to respond. He asks if he should call an ambulance and she denies. He then asks if he should call the cops and that’s when she says, “No cops, please!”

JJ goes over, “Mm. That’s not good. Come on, dude. Let’s just go.” He tells his friend.

I look at the woman’s face and I just can’t do it. I turn around and walk out. My heart is racing, my body shaking, my breath is quick. I could feel myself having a full blown panic attack and I didn’t want to add to the chaos happening inside so I left.

JJ comes out a few moments later, John B obviously still inside with the woman and he looks over at me, immediately going over to me. He grabs onto my arms in a firm but gentle way as he looks down at me.

“You okay?” He asks as he looks down at me, obviously sensing that something was up.

“I want to leave.” I say, ignoring his question unintentionally.

He didn’t ask why, he knew what it was. He knew that same feeling all too well. He studied my expression as he put his hand on the small of my back and started to lead me to the van, “Let’s wait for John B in the van.” JJ says.

When we get in the van, I get in the back and JJ gets in the back as well with me, sitting down next to me as he fiddled with his fingers next to me.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize. I felt like I had made it awkward and this was our first official time actually hanging out.

“Why?” JJ asked.

“I made a whole big deal.” I point out, having the habit of disregarding or downgrading my feelings.

“Well, you obviously had a reason.” JJ pointed out. I’m silent. “I get it.” Is all he says before we both go silent and just sit there, waiting for his friend to come back so we could leave.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Some Lmk ss edits + Headcanons (Traffic light trio)

- He/They

- Gay

- Only wears knock off brands (doesn't know they aren't real)

- Autumn is his favorite season, purely because he likes to stomp the crunchy leaves

- Adhd

- Has dimples

- Pigsy once got him rainbow shoes for pride month before he was even out but MK didn't realize they were pride shoes because the rainbow was on the sole

- Tried to cook breakfast for Pigsy and Tang on Father's day once, somehow lit the curtains on fire

- Wants Tattoos but keeps backing down because he doesn't like needles (will probably get one in the future though)

- Has a sketchbook fully dedicated to Redson, would literally die if someone ever found it

- Smells like oranges

- Only a few inches taller than Redson, always teases him for it

- Almost killed Sun Wukong once because he was disguised as a spider

- The Monkey's on flower fruit mountain always climb on him when he's around, he doesn't try to stop them

- Had to remove the snooze option on his alarm clock because he wouldn't stop hitting it

- Chicken scratch handwriting, no one else can read it for the life of them

- Learned Spanish in high school, don't ask why it just feels right

- Covered in scars, but 83% of them are from being a dumb kid instead of battles

- Once described Redson's voice as "really warm, like a hug!" And almost got burnt for it

- Love language is physical touch

- Has those really pretty brown eyes, like the ones that look like honey when the light hits them at that one perfect angle

- Has no fashion sense whatsoever, Mei chose out most of the clothes he owns

- Phone is shattered beyond repair but he refuses to acknowledge that he needs to get a new one

- Obsessively takes personality/buzzfeed tests in the dead of night, once pulled an all nighter just taking "which drink are you?", "what kind of seafood are you?" "What type of candy are you?" Type of buzz feed quizzes, and physically couldn't do deliveries because he was so exhausted the next morning

- Has a bunch of plants but is terrible at taking care of them

- Has a chipped tooth (actually Canon, it's on his lego figurine, I'm still sad they didn't add it to the show :( )

- Once walked in on Tang and Pigsy kissing as a kid and was promptly traumatized

- Has no skin or hair care routine, uses a 3 in 1 Shampoo/conditioner/bodywash

- Has really nice curly/wavy hair but straightens it and uses an unholy amount of hair gel

- Has a wattpad account

- Sleeps in literally the most horrific positions you have ever seen, yet somehow never get cramps or neck/back pains

- Once drank dishwasher soap as a kid because he thought it was juice

- Gets sunburnt incredibly easy (if you've seen the s4 special ykwim)

- Mk once accidently threw a plastic bottle in the trash instead of the recycling bin and got lectured for an hour by Pigsy (Pigsy is a huge environmentalist)

- His bedroom is messy as all hell but he somehow knows where everything is (Pigsy and Tang have tried cleaning it themselves but it was back to being a mess just a few short hours later so they gave up)

- He/Him (FtM)

- Gay

- Shortest one in the trio (just barely though). I like to think that the removal of the samadhi fire stunted his growth and demonic development, which is also why he takes so little after his father in appearance/height. He always wears platforms though, so he looks taller than he is

- He was so quiet and sneaky as a child that his mom had to put a bell on him

- Used to wear large combat boots until someone made a "step on me" joke. He doesn't wear them in public anymore

- Smells like smoke and cinnamon, Mei once described it as a 'campfire' smell

- Has really heavy blackout curtains in his bedroom

- Hair turns black when wet or when he's burnt out

- Always has a soft glow to his body because of his fire, mouth glows faintly, hair glows faintly, the more emotional he is the stronger the glow (MK and Mei are incredibly jealous)

- Tension headaches because we all know that mf has his hair tied up in the tightest goddamn ponytail ever

- Has the samadhi fire back (I'm delusional just let me have this)

- Has a habit of stealing his friends and families clothes to wear, first started when he was really little and would constantly steal whatever clothes of DBK's he could find around the house to help him feel like his dad was still there, and the habit just stuck with him

- Doctor handwriting

- Autistic

- Identifies as male but still likes to wear skirts and dresses sometimes (he just like me fr). Likes floor length skirts the best

- Actually really good at art, mostly draws blueprints for his inventions, but can draw people and landscapes pretty decently too

- Has a childhood Bull plushie that he still sleeps with, hides it under the bed or in the closet whenever MK and Mei come over

- has a scar on his back resembling the rings of samadhi from the removal ritual, Mei once confused it for a tattoo

- Mei once called him "Zesty" and he still doesn't know what it means, she refuses to tell him

- Was homeschooled by PIF

- Has a beauty mark like his mom's

- Has the most angelic, majestic, heartlifting laugh ever, but never actually laughs (unless it's his "evil" laugh, trust me guys)

- Goes to bed at 3am, wakes up at 11am type of person

- Needs glasses because the Samadhi fire fucked up his eyes (in Journey to the West, the samadhi fire is described as a flame that, when activated, "shoots out of every hole in his face" including, of course, his eyes)

- Remember when I said he was a quiet child? Yeah, he can't do that anymore, he literally has no idea how to be quiet now that he's older, the best he can do is whisper shout

- Hopeless romantic, but convinced that any and all feelings are unrequited

- Mei and Mk found his baby pictures once, he will never recover

- Long ass skin and hair care routine, will spend at least two or more hours on it every morning, but it's worth it, his hair and skin are always so soft

- Touch starved as fuck

- Love language is gift giving and positive affirmation (WILL cry if someone compliments him, doesn't matter who it is or what the context is, he once almost burst into tears when Sandy called him a good kid and gave him a pat on the back)

- Once he's focused on something he will stay focused for at least the next ten hours

- Loves strawberry flavored things but hates actual strawberries

- Listens to really underground music and has the biggest superiority complex because of it

- Has the biggest fucking bedroom you have ever seen, with one of those really large and extravagant, super comfortable canopy beds, wakes up like a Disney princess

- Usually self-preserving but will experiment on himself without hesitation if he thinks it'll help him with a breakthrough (has almost died on several occasions)

- She/Her

- Lesbian

- Has tons of piercings: nose, ears, bellybutton, etc (her parents don't know about the bellybutton piercing and she doesn't plan on letting them know anytime soon)

- "Hey, Red boy, cool tattoo!" "... thats a scar." (She still hasn't lived it down)

- Smells like freshly cut grass

- Tallest one in the group, idc what anyone says, I just have a feeling okay?

- Adores glitter makeup but can't stand the feeling of it on her skin

- Love language is quality time

- Has a love/hate relationship with her dragon features, she thinks they look cool and she's proud of her heritage, but if her scales get too dry, which happens very easily, they get really uncomfortable and itchy as all hell

- Had a phase in high school where she'd dye her hair everything except green

- Probably also has Adhd

- Avid tennis player

- Hates the feeling of jeans, but loves denim jackets (has a whole collection, plus one that she and MK have been patching together for years)

- Always smudges her mascara somehow, MK once thought she was crying

- Super rough and rowdy as a kid, like I'm talking pushing kids off swings and down the slide rowdy, tackling people in the sandbox or on the school field, girl was a menace to society

- Snorts when she laughs

- MK tried to scare her once as a joke and her first instinct was to deck him (apologized profusely... before laughing at him)

- Most reckless driver on the planet, it's a wonder how she hasn't gotten her license taken away yet

- Doesn't really consider herself close with her family, she loves them but MK, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy are her FAMILY, y'know? Like Rosa in b99

- Was the first person to know MK has a crush on Redson, she found out when she walked in on him drawing them together, and she will never let him forget it

- Has a normal skin and hair care routine, and constantly tells Redson that he's insane for needing 2+ hours to complete his

- Is the only one with readable handwriting

- Once stayed up for an entire week to play a new video game that came out

- Will smack her head with a brush if her hair doesn't cooperate

- Bites people (gently, its how she shows affection. Unless she doesn't like you then she'll just naw on your arm until she draws blood)

- Lives on energy drinks, her favorite is Monster Pipeline punch

- Has really soft and really thick hair

- Used to chew on her hair in middle school

- Biggest sweet tooth ever, Redson is disgusted by her eating habits

- Goes on early morning jogs every day except weekends

- Sabrina Carpenter fan

- Refuses to watch any movies or shows based on video games she likes because they'll "never have the same charm or energy as the game", but will buy the video games that a show/movie is based on if she watches them before playing

- Will eat random plants all the time. Walking through the park? She'll lean down and pick a flower to chomp on

- The type of girl to carry around a goddamn gallon water bottle everywhere

- Has a thousand fairy lights in her room, it's a fire hazard

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

anyway here’s my cornley polytechnic drama society into the woods fancast because I think it’s the perfect sort of show for them to fuck up 👍

jonathan plays the baker, alongside sandra as the baker’s wife. I imagine this is shortly enough after peter pan that they’re still very bitter at one another. said bitterness absolutely shows onstage, but it fits the characters perfectly and the audience ends up thinking that they’ve just finally gotten good at acting. jonathan brings a homemade “medieval feast” to celebrate opening night and it poisons the entire cast

annie plays the witch. this was the only casting decision that was unanimously regarded as good until chris let it slip that he’d ultimately done it because she was “the loudest singer.” robert took great offense at this and, despite having no interest in the part before, began campaigning to play the witch instead. it did not work. annie’s witch costume has two layers to make the quickchange at the end of act 1 easier, but the top layer keeps falling off before the reveal is supposed to happen. her magic staff is supposed to emit a smoke effect but it keeps malfunctioning, and at a certain point she just gives up and tapes lit cigarettes (stolen from trevor) to it. this goes about as well as you’d think

dennis plays the narrator. everyone had assumed it’d be an easy role for him since he could just read all of his lines off his book prop, but this is proven wrong near instantly when he starts genuinely reading the book instead. when dennis actually does start reading from the script, it becomes immediately clear that he somehow has the director’s copy and the entirety of the rehearsal notes are read out loud, including several deeply personal things that chris has written in his script for convenience

dennis also plays the mysterious man, but he keeps forgetting which way he’s supposed to be related to the baker. over the course of the show he goes from father, to son, to brother, to father again, to distant cousin, to grandmother

chris plays cinderella’s prince, alongside robert as rapunzel’s prince. they spend the entire show trying to out-act one another, and it goes without saying that this ends up a complete disaster. robert makes any moment into an unplanned duet to try and prove that he could have succeeded in seducing the baker’s wife. chris shows up at rapunzel’s tower and attempts to choke robert out with her wig. they get in an opt-up battle at the end of agony (reprise) that ends with robert singing a note so high it shatters a stage light

in accordance with typical into the woods casting, chris also plays the wolf. he orders a very expensive “wolf suit” online from someone he thinks is a bespoke costume artist. it doesn’t arrive until opening day, and it becomes immediately clear that what chris has actually bought is a full on fursuit. it’s very hard to see in and he keeps running into the fake trees

robert is double cast as milky white. there is no practical reason for this whatsoever, as milky white could’ve just as easily been a puppet or some kind of cutout on wheels, and it’s very obvious the whole thing is just a power move on chris’ part. during the scene where milky white is meant to “eat” the props, vanessa misunderstands and literally feeds them to him. he chips a tooth on cinderella’s shoe

due to a lack of numbers, vanessa is playing both cinderella and rapunzel. her costume is split down the middle, and due to this she can only face in one direction as each part. this means that half of the time she’s facing away from whoever she’s talking to, and that she frequently has to walk/run backwards without turning her head at all. whenever cinderella and rapunzel talk to each other she faces straight forward. the break-off mechanism in rapunzel’s side of the wig doesn’t work (sandra ends up stealing a single, barely visible hair), so she’s also constantly tripping on her hair

max, being in a new relationship with sandra, desperately wanted to play alongside her as the baker so that they could kiss onstage. unfortunately for him, he is playing jack instead. although this is maybe the single most-fitting role he’s ever been cast in and he’s genuinely giving a great performance, the opportunity is ruined by his having to do every scene accompanied by robert’s milky white

lucy was supposed to play little red, but was pulled from the production the day before opening by her parents, who have banned her from performing with “robert’s troupe” after what happened in peter pan

consequently, little red is now being played by trevor, who is wearing a costume far, far too small for him. trevor manages to get away with reading his lines off papers pinned to the inside of his cloak, but he doesn’t know any of the songs, so sandra has to sing them offstage for him while he lipsyncs

all of the ensemble characters are played by a celebrity “guest” frantically switching between various comically large hats. chris tried to get francis back for this part but after some careful deliberation he determined that it would genuinely be easier to kidnap a famous person than to get francis to come back after the disaster that was peter pan. the tension is only worsened when, via a botched music cue, it’s revealed that francis is now an active member of trevor’s metal band

the giant was supposed to have been played by trevor via voiceover from the sound booth, but now that he’s onstage playing little red the part is left to approximately four members of the run crew who are desperately trying and failing to say the lines in unison. lucy breaks into the theatre sometime during the baker’s wife search sequence and takes over the giant’s part the next time she’s on, much to trevor’s dismay

the worst fuck-up award goes to annie, for accidentally knocking the supports out from under dennis’ narrator platform during last midnight and triggering a chain reaction in which every fake tree onstage topples each other one by one like some terrible, life-threatening game of dominos. honorable mention goes to chris for spending $6000 of max’s inheritance on a custom costume without actually seeing it at any point during the process

the worst injury award goes to max, for getting his circulation cut off and almost losing a hand after his arm got stuck inside the golden hen puppet midway through act 2. honorable mention goes once again to chris, who got stabbed with a bunch of glass shards when robert broke that stage light

[silverstormsxx]

An Angel Is Born - A Deltarune Fic

Part 2 of "A Warm Cup Of Tea On A Cold Winter Night"

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Pink had begun getting really into The Light World recently.

They had been reading about the clouds, the sun, the sky.

It wasn't for any particular reason, mind you - they simply found themselves getting a little.. curious all of a sudden, that was all.

(That was the same thing he said before.. before-)

In their studies, they had discovered something that truly fascinated them.

The Lightners worshipped a deity - The Angel. The same way Darkners worshipped Lightners.

"What in Light's name could possibly be above.. well, a Lightner?" They had thought.

Thus, they had done more research into the subject, and well..

What they had found was wonderful.

The Angel was incomprehensible to any eye - Lightner, Darkner, Human, Monster.. no mortal eye could ever truly understand it. The Angel watched over them all in it's omnipresent eye, guiding them to whatever destinies it believed best for them. It had the ability to control the very fate of everybody that existed in this plane of reality. Those who were lucky enough to be shone on by it's light, were rumored to be blessed with powers and abilities that would allow them to shape their own destinies, as well!

It was while they were reading about this absolutely glorious being they were visited by none other than Blue.

"Heya, Pink." Blue greeted, his cheerful voice just barely managing to hide the pure exhaustion in his tone, something only an Addison would ever be able to recognize. He glanced towards their storefront as he leaned on their cash register, "Business slow today?"

"No!" They yelled out on instinct.

'I am not like him whatsoever I am not like him whatsoever I am not like him whatsoever-'

"Pink..?" Blue had put his hand on their shoulder, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? Do you want to clock out early today-"

They cleared their throat, putting on a deceptively calm voice in order to soothe Blue's nerves, "Don't worry. I'm.. I'm fine. It's just been a bit of a.. stressful day, that's all."

Blue's face looked emphatic as he walked up to stand beside them, "It's okay to admit that you're not okay sometimes, you know that right?" He giggled, "We're family. And family is always there for eachother. No matter what. If you want, I can.."

Pink found themselves spacing out as Blue talked about what has could do to make them feel better. After the.. incident, he had been focusing more on making sure no one's feelings were ignored. They didn't do it on purpose, mind you. It was certainly a sweet gesture that Blue was willing to do for them, but-

❤ Iceshock.

There it was. That.. voice again.

They had been hearing it every day these past few weeks, trying to get them to examine random things more closely, to talk to people they didn't even know the names of. They were beginning to sick of its apparent omnipresence over-

... Wait a minute.

❤ Iceshock.

"Maybe I could even get Orange to chip in, if he's not too busy with that new commission he was talking about earlier- Pink?"

'The Angel watched over them all with its omnipresent eye, guiding them to whatever destinies it believed best for them...'

❤ Iceshock.

"Pink, are you okay..? Do I need to call somebody-"

❤ Iceshock.

...

"P-Pink, what are you doing-"

...

They awoke to the sight of an ice sculpture right next to them, miraculously not melted in the heat of their store.

"Oh? How nice of somebody to gift me this.." They murmured tiredly as they began to drag the statue into the backroom of their shop, "Was it Blue? He always did like giving gifts.. I'll have to thank him for it in the morning.."

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Extra notes:

Totally unrelated but every time i write pink I picture them having the voice of rarity from mlp:fim

Also yeah. 'Player is the angel' theory is canon in this.

[ladylilithprime]

2 + 51 + sastiel

2. Royal AU

51. Accidentally Married

HOW IN THE Seven Hells do you get accidentally married?!"

That was certainly the question of the hour onboard the TSS Impala, with the first contact crew clustered around the conference table for the debrief. The question was being asked by Captain Robert Singer as he stared down the team, specifically the remarkably stoic face of his Science Officer, Commander Samuel Winchester. His First Officer, Sam's older brother Dean, was being no help whatsoever as he lounged back in his chair with a shit-eating grin that he was only getting away with because he knew Captain Singer didn't give a shit about protocol so long as orders were followed when the chips were down.

If he had to admit it, in all due fairness, Dean had probably earned the right to a little smugness since it was usually Sam pulling Dean's (often bare-assed naked) behind out of the fire and some alien woman's bed before people started stooting. The fact that it was Sam currently in the proverbial hot seat was unexpected and Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to handle it... especially when Sam himself was being so damn calm about it!

"Sam?" Bobby prodded pointedly.

"It's all in my report," Sam repeated, the same thing he had said when the subject of his accidental nuptials with one of the scions of Yngyx's royal family had first come up in the verbal debrief.

"Summarize it for me," Bobby gritted out, eyes narrowed.

Sam shot his still-grinning brother a dark look and sighed. "While Yngyx is aware of the broader galaxy, they're by and large content to observe from a distance and not get involved in what they call extra-planetary affairs unless they have due personal cause. This is because of their own culture and history involving war--"

"--which is covered more thoroughly in my report," Dean broke in, nudging Sam a bit harder than was probably necessary. "Quit stalling and get to the good part, Sammy, y'know, the part where 'due personal cause' means 'directly affecting the ruling royal family'."

"Are you going to make me skip the part where our linguistics team clearly missed some key elements in programming the universal translator with the primary language of Yngyx that misses the nuances of dialect and political maneuvering?" Sam snapped at his brother. "Because I will swear to anything or anyone you want that the paperwork we signed before wine drinking was to have Princex Cas'tyl join my team as a diplomatic liaison and cultural advisor for our future dealings with Yngyx. It was not made clear that they were marrying Princex Cas'tyl off to me until we were due to retire for the night and King Mykaex was asking his offspring if we would be spending the night in the palace or if Princex Cas'tyl would be retiring to the Impala with his new husband."

"So what exactly does this mean for us?" Bobby broke into the brewing argument with all the practice afforded him of having halfway been a father to the brothers back when the freshly orphaned boys had joined the Space Force as teenagers. "Bottom line it for me."

"Bottom line is that I'm married to Princex Cas'tyl," Sam said after a moment longer of staring Dean down. "What that looks like going forward, whether it's in name only or we try to make it work as we get to know each other, is really up to us and it's really no business of Space Force Command beyond our doing our jobs and the team continuing to run with our usual level of professionalism and efficiency."

"Hmph," Bobby scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to look at the only new face at the table who had spent the last half an hour of the debrief silently watching the team, Sam in particular, with those strange, swirling, featureless blue eyes of the Yngyxans. "How about you, your highness? What're your thoughts on the situation?"

Cas'tyl was visibly startled to be addressed, eyes blinking twice, before the newly married royal carefully extended their hands palms up in a gesture that Bobby wasn't quite sure how to translate.

"I am a Child of Yngyx," the princex said in a gutteral, growling voice that somehow still carried the undercurrents of wind chimes. "For always is my fate to bond with one not of Yngyx, that our peoples be united as greater-family. Some see shame, to be sent away from Yngyx. I see honor, to join with one who takes me into the stars and will teach me much more than just of Yngyx."

"Fair enough," Bobby sighed, then cleared his throat. "Well then. Guess the only thing left to do is to get you both moved into a set of couples' quarters since that single you're using right now ain't big enough for the pair of you."

"Wait, what?" Dean sat up sharply, frowning. "That's it? No lecture, no disappointed stare, just shipping 'em off to bigger quarters?"

"You're right, almost forgot something," Bobby said solmenly, smirking beneath his beard as he turned his body so that he was looking equally at Sam and his new spouse. "Congratulations on your wedding, son. Unexpected as it may be, I hope you both'll be very happy together."

"Thanks, Uncle Bobby," Sam answered gravely, his tone belied by an answering smirk as Dean slumped back in his seat with a disgruntled scowl. "I'm sure we will."

[eriexplosion]

God IDK if I'm prepared for Solitary Clone again tbh

Weak for the design of Desix really, I just love this fully enclosed city style thing

And GOD am I weak for Tawni Ames, like. My lady. I'm particularly weak for her in her mask with the voice modulation. Forget taking the dude hostage she should have just shot him. I had to look up his name (Grotton) because I refuse to call him the governor he's just some bitch that showed up suddenly.

CROSSHAIR THOUGH. THERE HE IS. He somehow looks even worse than Return to Kamino and several months (presumably) of recovery from his 32 rotations on an open platform. Terrified to think of what he looked like right when they found him.

The food has upgraded, now instead of merely 'cylinder' we also have 'Drumstick' and 'orb' not that Crosshair gets to eat any of them.

God I'm sorry it is so funny to me that Crosshair has managed to get less popular like it's awful for him obviously but like. He was always dreadfully unpopular HOW did it get worse?

I have a working theory that it's perceived favoritism. Like, he apparently has a bare box for a room and he sleeps on a slab without a blanket but it IS a private room. He gets called on personally by the Admiral, even though the audience knows it's pretty much just to be disrespected. They didn't bother going back for him on Kamino for 32 days but they DID go back for him and that's more than most clones get.

Alternate theory is that his vibes are just that bad because he's so desperate and lonely. Poor bastard sits silently at the end of the table and STILL gets abandonoed.

The way that Crosshair spends so much of this season in a variety of depression jammies

Rampart just casually like BTW HOW LONG DID WE LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD? JUST REMIND ME. I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO DESPERATE THAT YOU'RE STICKING WITH US AFTER THAT.

Seriously the fact that he can be like 'wow this clone is so loyal he forgave us for leaving him for dead' and instead of appreciating what he has he has to needle Crosshair about it. Just. "Left for dead and yet you still came back... why?" Smug faced bastard man.

"I'm a soldier of the Empire" because "I LITERALLY REJECTED EVERYTHING ELSE I HAD FOR THIS I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER OPTIONS" doesn't play as well.

I really want the batch to know about this but I don't think he'd ever tell them. If there's one thing Crosshair is good at it's, for whatever personal reasons, choosing to present himself in the most unsympathetic fashion possible at every opportunity.

I wonder again if Crosshair was ever officially promoted. He still has a CT prefix rather than CC, and Rampart's super casual about putting him under someone else's command, referring to it as 'not ready to play commander again' it's like the entire title was just a good behavior courtesy rather than an actual promotion and so no official changes have had to be made. And now it's clear that Crosshair doesn't need good behavior courtesies or in fact any courtesy whatsoever to try desperately for approval, so why bother?

Really thought that he'd act out more against Crosshair over the false report thing but there's something so funny about the fact that he was doing this LITERALLY just to be a bitch because Rampart just is like that.

CODY

Crosshair looking at Cody's exact markings skeptically until Cody pulls his helmet off because the color is just as important as the design. Why aren''t you YELLOW?

"You're lucky I was available." I love that it takes literally 1 second for Crosshair's completely deadpan snark to come back when faced with Cody because what was he doing before this other than being miserable in his box of a room?

Cody probably is surprised but not because the batch went AWOL but because Crosshair didn't go with them. He doesn't know about the chips and Crosshair was the LEAST likely to follow orders before, not the most. Cody's experiencing Opposite Day over here.

Goddddd the musical cue after 'then they're traitors, like the Jedi' as Cody realizes that Crosshair is NOT safe to pressure on this anymore. I don't think he'd ever actually turn Cody in tbh but Cody can't know that. He's seen a LOT of clones act in ways he never thought they would after all. He's acted in ways he never thought he would.

Crosshair really seems to have dropped his attitude about regs like he uses the word once but he's completely chill with the new squad. Downright chatty practically, he's even said MULTIPLE sentences.

"He saw it coming. The galactic empire." Yeah fun thing about that Tawni, he DID see it coming true because that was. The plan.

I do love that they give people multiple outlooks - Serennians hate Dooku for obvious reasons, on Desix they don't really know how corrupt he was, so Tawni is almost admiring of him. In the end, Dooku and the Republic were corrupted and everyone is suffering for it but they can only see their piece of it.

Can't be mad that Tawni shot them down, Crosshair was told to come here and shoot her pretty much so like, her instincts were Correct.

Off to check the crash for survivors of which there are several literally no crash has ever had no survivors in Star Wars apparently.

Crosshair is so excited to get to shoot things again finally something he's good at.

The way he says "Trust me" just damn. The voice. The voice is so good.

I'm still not over Crosshair sitting COMPLETELY STOCK STILL WHILE BEING SHOT AT, ZERO FLINCHING LIKE THE RISK OF SHRAPNEL ISN'T EVEN REAL. And the shot straight down the tanks barrel, GOD.

The way that if things went different in all of this Crosshair might have actually found some acceptance with a squad but since the universe demands that Crosshair be as miserable as humanly possible as often as possible, that is not to be.

Love how they actually made the droidekas intimidating by bringing them into such tight quarters. Also the sound design on their rolling is done FANTASTICALLY.

Still, RIP Wyler :c

Seeing the tactics play out is so good. Yes I know our boys are on the side of evil but you don't have all the facts. (I love them.)

CODY SCREAMING NOVA'S NAME WHILE CROSSHAIR HAS TO PULL HIM OUT OF RANGE OF THE EXPLOSION.

Stairwell Scene Stairwell Scene STAIRWELL SCENE. Genuinely loved how they framed the fighting here, sticking them into interesting locations where they get to use the environment just. Adore.

POV: you still haven't bothered to train your hand to hand skills

Just yeet the puck into the air it's fine Crosshair will manage it's good. This shot is so completely impossible and improbable but you know what's more important than that? It is extremely cool.

"Nice throw." "Nice shot."

TOO BAD THAT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT TO GO VERY BADLY INDEED

THE CALLBACK TO MINA BONTERI GETS ME

The thing is that Crosshair was ordered to kill Tawni like, straight up ordered to kill her, and yeah he still has his rifle raised at this point but he was letting her talk, he was letting Cody actually negotiate, and when he was told to lower his rifle he did.

I remember right after this came out there was a lot of things about how Crosshair was BLOODTHIRSTY and FINE WITH KILLING HER and like he didn't jump to the task, not even when Grotton ordered her execution, he didn't do anything until Cody was threatened with consequences.

Crosshair isn't bloodthirsty, but he will do anything for people he cares about, including taking a shot that he knows Cody never would before Grotton even finishes saying 'consequences for disobedience'

The way Cody tried so hard though just, I love him, I adore him. All he wanted was for everyone to get out of that room alive.

THE WORST PART IS I think Cody fully understands why Crosshair took the shot too. The timing is obvious. And that makes him feel worse, because he did NOT want anyone to die for his sake. He didn't want Crosshair to kill her for his sake either. This whole thing was just too much.

I feel like his last moment with Crosshair in front of the memorial was him still trying one last time to get through to him, let him have a chance to say anything that might make this better (or make it seem like Cody has the option of trying to get him to leave the Empire with him) and Crosshair failed THOROUGHLY by doubling down on orders.

They both have to live with their choices and it's agonizing actually I am in PAIN.

Crosshair lying awake all night and then staring at the helmet when he wakes up.

GOD I am never over the absolute venom in Crosshair's voice when he's forced to spit out Cody's CC number to get Rampart to acknowledge it. It's the way he never argues his own number or his own treatment, but disrespecting CODY is different.

Also Rampart looks completely Disgusted that clones are out here having names still after all this.

His face on 'Problem?' is the most punchable thing I have EVER looked at.

Anyway I really do want to see Cody again post going AWOL but I would also be fine if we don't catch up with him until significantly later and he shows up in Kenobi season 2 or something. Unlike many people did when this aired I don't think they ever wanted to imply anything other than that Cody did in fact go AWOL, so I don't think we'll be seeing him as a CX clone or anything.

God this episode is still so good.

[bigskydreaming]

Like Gotham War is so much dumber than I expected it to be and my expectations were subterranean. No character is coming out of this one unscathed.

Damian is suddenly the number one Bruce stan who gives no shits about his siblings despite the fact that Bruce and he historically practically never agree, and it was literally just last year that he was expressing this disagreement in the form of attempted patricide. Apparently he's moved on from that and done a full 180. Did we see it happen or why? No. But guess it did!

Bruce is employing double standards like he thinks that'll singlehandedly fix the job market.

Jason's characterization is fine, its his literal character that's suffering.

Tim's like "Oh I know I have no chance of beating my little brother in a fair fight (he says this definitively) so my only chance is to cheat" like since when is that an opinion Tim holds.

Dick's not actively like, being written terribly in this I guess (though I dont like that it took even as long as it did for him to decide on Selina's plan being worth backing but whatever) but its all relative so its got to be acknowledged that if I weren't desperate for anything good to say about him after a couple years of Badly Taylored Dick Grayson, I probably would have waaaaay more complaints. The bar is in the Netherworld.

Babs has barely any role in the story beyond plot contrivance and acting like the Answer Key to the point where she literally pulls out 'based on absolutely nothing whatsoever I've correctly deduced that Bruce has been taken over by his back-up personality, so we can go ahead and start addressing that plotwise.'

Like Selina's the only one who had anything good going for her in the story in the sense that this would have been great for her characterization if they actually BUILT on what she'd done here instead of dedicating the whole storyline to Bruce trying to dismantle it and then everyone having to reconfigure to clean up the fallout from Bruce's attempted dismantling of it making everything worse. Alas, the story had no intention of building on it or Selina's development so here we are!

LOLOL Chip Zdarsky turn on your location, I just want to talk. Are we still doing that meme? No? Eh, its fine, do it anyway.

[nohoney]

sweetness I hope you’ve had a wonderful week mwah mwah! I was thinking about that one drabble that you wrote of us!dabi and us!keigo continuously cheating on us!yn and I was wondering if we could please get a bit of an angst drabble (I have departed from the smut/fluff train and I am now boarding the angst one)

hi darling! i hope you’ve been well and taking care of yourself! i’ve pretty much wrapped up that little cheating drabble timeline but i definitely will not deny you us series angst (´ ω `♡)

warnings: angsty-ish, touya carries reader briefly, like a sort of make up but also not?

Right now, all three of you are in a department store looking at dinnerware.

“Does it really matter what kind I get? We just need something to eat on." Touya sighs as his eyes gloss over the different styles, sizes, and shapes of plates that are presented on a shelf. Getting something new didn't necessitate that he needed to get anything fancy or flashy. All plates are there for the same purpose; to just put food on it and then eat off of.

Keigo looks over a set of five blue plates and compares it to a set of six that are in the color black. "You know that we're replacing more than just things to eat off of. What about the bowls and the cups too?" he points out.

"God, who cares?" Touya huffs out and he gestures vaguely to the entire shelf, "Let's just buy whatever we need to replace and get going. I do not care what they look like. It's not like it will be expensive for me anyway."

You stand off to the side and keep to yourself. The boys just talk only to each other while you are simply just there with them. They are not exactly ignoring you but you're not apart of the conversation either. In fact they wouldn't be here talking of dinner plates and fruit bowls if it weren't for you.

They wouldn't be here if it weren't for the tantrum you threw yesterday.

It's embarrassing when your anger gets the best of you and you become destructive. You can't even remember what had made you upset again just like many other fights before. Just another meaningless argument with your blue eyed boyfriend where he said that you were being dramatic again. He had angrily cursed and decided to step out.

When he had returned probably no more than ten minutes later, he came back to you having emptied out the cupboard of all the dinnerware. Broken ceramic pieces were shattered on the floor. Barely anything survived your rampage.

You stood on the opposite side of the kitchen, the only clear space with no broken pieces and chips of ceramic was only where you stood. With all the little sharp bits and pieces lay before you, the only option to be able to get out would have been to crawl up onto the countertop.

Touya had pulled on his boots only to be able to step over all the broken ceramic to retrieve you, putting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to the bedroom where you were essentially put on timeout.

While you cried into a pillow, he swept up everything into a trash bag and cleaned up after the mess you made. Even in your attempt to apologize, Touya didn't want to hear you speak and he went to bed with his back to you.

So now here you are, simply watching as Keigo tries to put thought into selecting dinnerware and Touya not wanting to put in any whatsoever. Your eyes drift over to the opposite end of shelves where where there are sets of mugs as well as individual ones as well. A white mug with pink clouds painted on it catches your attention. There's other designs and sizes with flowers or cats or some cheesy quote in funky lettering that are there for sale too.

"Stoneware would be good, yeah?" Keigo's voice break away your attention and you look back to see him holding a set in his arms. "It even comes with the bowls and mugs. Isn't that great?"

Touya doesn't have a comment and you just mumble a quiet 'yeah'.

The three of you move out the aisle to head to the checkout. You remain silent waiting in the long line and looking again at the rows set up along the checkout line for any last minute purchases. Again you happen upon the same mug that you saw in the aisle and your gaze lingers on it.

Before you can even react, Touya's reaching for the exact mug you're staring at it and holds it in his hand. "Quit staring at it like that, I'm gonna buy it." he states without looking at you and just keeps his gaze forward. You try to tell him it's fine and that you didn't really want it but Keigo's foot nudges against yours.

You stay silent and guess that maybe this might be Touya's way of also trying to move on from your tantrum.

The white mug with pink clouds sits on the countertop as you unbox the dinnerware set. It's heavier than you'd expected it to be and Keigo had chosen a pleasing color palette. Four plates, four bowls, and four mugs to replace the set he had before in the cupboard. You push aside the box so that it's out of your way, unknowing that it actually pushes and tips the white mug over the edge of the countertop. From the corner of your eye, you barely catch a glance as it falls and don't react quick enough to even attempt to catch it.

It smashes into little shards and big bits.

"Baby? You okay?" Keigo looked up from the book he was reading and comes to your side. He gives you a consoling little 'oh' when he looks at the mess by your feet. "It's okay, I'll clean it up."

You're sitting on the kitchen countertop as Touya emerges from the shower with a towel around his neck. He's drying his hair and he asks if he actually heard something break or if he was just imagining it. Keigo sweeps the broken mug into a dustpan and makes sure to sweep the broom in the little corners that stray pieces may have fallen to. It's disappointing that he had gone out of his way to buy it for you only for it to break the same day.

Touya offers no words though, just waiting patiently until Keigo finishes cleaning the mess and the dustpan is emptied into the garbage.

"'M sorry Touya." you tell him as he helps you off the countertop. He only offers the small gesture of rubbing your back and doesn't say anything.

It feels a little cruel almost that the gift he had given you to try to move on ended up being broken by your own actions. So you have to figure that this is karma for what you had done. You walk out of the kitchen only to step on something sharp. "Ow!"

"Aw man, must have missed one! C'mere dove, let me see and make sure it's not too bad."

Now it felt like a punishment.

[essencefluxed]

[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone

“G—Garen—“

Lithe fingers gently made their way to nestle into short, dark locks; chipped nails gently digging into Garen’s scalp as lips had pressed themselves down into his neck; the blonde shivering slightly, and even more so as those kisses slowly started to descend downwards. Soft breathes had left the smaller; chest still heaving from kisses stolen from lips they had now slightly swollen from teeth and pressure; head tilting to give her other more access to flesh as Ezreal remained straddling his lap. His skin was flushed differently shades of red; like watercolour on paper—the colour making the freckles that danced upon the bridge of his nose and is shoulders and down his arms more noticeable; like an artist who used their thumb against a brush’s bristle to gently splatter paint to their canvas. The blue runes on his cheeks buzzing to life with a slight glow before simmering down; briefly shining only because Ezreal’s concentration wasn’t focused on withholding small slivers of magic to light up his face.

“Mmn..” a soft grunt left him; one hand untangling itself from the other man’s hair and slowly trailing down the back of his neck before moving to meet his shoulder, gently squeezing it to urge the other that he didn’t have to stop. Ezreal’s body felt hot from the attention; his goggles, shirt, jacket and gauntlet tossed to the floor forever ago; the blonde half bare in the soldier’s lap and trying to keep himself from going crazy from every little kiss or touch that Garen had blessed him with. Lips parted ever so slightly; soft breaths of air leaving him as he gently shifted against Garen’s lap. A snort left him, amused. “Really going at it, huh, lover boy?”

A grin crept onto his features—familiar. Cocky, but this time it seemed much softer than usual—as if he was being less full of himself. Regardless, arousal burned within him, gasping softly as he felt teeth brush against his collar bone and strong, calloused hands squeezing his smaller waist, causing Ezreal’s hips to press downwards.

Many questions flooded his mind—How they got here, why Garen would have any interest in him whatsoever—but they were pushed away for now; Ezreal tilting his head down to press his own lips softly against the top of Garen’s head, voice teasing as he spoke. “That all you got, big guy?”

[just-eyris-things]

fucking vent time because this is fucking terrifying. i mean my job. my job is actively chipping my faith in humanity away.

it's fucking TERRIFYING that I ask young adults what they think of when they hear "online security" and they can't tell me anything.

And I mean ANYTHING. I was expecting a bare minimum, such as "you need a strong password" or "don't click sus links" but all I got was "I don't even know what to say to that in Polish".

like...bro. you spend your entire day glued to your phone. You browse tiktok and instagram like it's oxygen. Surely you know SOMETHING about being safe online....

I hope that it's them being simply lazy and not them having no thoughts whatsoever...even if it's really starting to look like the latter. It's terrifying.

Just where are we, as a society, going...?

[skylarstark4826]

BATHING

The great, fire-heated, polished stone bathtub had been made to order for Shep Hazard’s very large form. This meant there was ample room for two moderately-sized humans. Even with the abundance of space, there had been barely a moment so far that Tech and Phee’s bodies had not been in physical contact, since the ‘bathing’ began.

Shep had given one of his many extra bedrooms to Phee quite long ago, and now, she and Tech shared it, along with the bed. When she had asked Shep if she and Tech could have the place to themselves for one night, the jovial mayor had been more than happy to oblige. Everyone on Pabu loved the idea of Phee and Tech together, and the entire population made sure to do anything Shep asked of them to encourage the relationship.

Up until now, Phee had made it a point to keep her relationships to a minimum. It was necessary in her line of work; she’d made enemies out there, on her quest to liberate ancient wonders. Enemies that wouldn’t hesitate to use her loved ones as leverage against her. She was loath to ever let her friends come to harm because of her… but as much as she’d tried, she couldn’t fight her attraction to Tech for very long at all.

Tech, naturally, had no experience whatsoever with romantic relationships. He’d been a soldier from birth, and the genetic mutations that gave him such exceptional intelligence also stunted his emotional maturity. But Phee was insistent and persuasive, and had gradually chipped away the armor of facts and statistics with which he protected himself.

On his knees in the tub, Tech lit one last oil lamp, carefully placed on the wide rim of the huge basin. Pabu’s ruby sun had nearly vanished below the line betwixt sea and sky, and he found the mayor’s private bathing chamber needed a hint more light, if he and his partner were to fully appreciate every detail of one another’s bodies.

“Come to me, Brown Eyes,” Phee purred from where she sat at one end of the tub.

The endearment made Tech shiver, even in the pleasantly-warm water. He slid himself backwards to sit in-between Phee's drawn-up knees, and carefully lay back against her chest. The hot, relaxing, herbal-scented water lapped around their bodies, steam softly rising, creating a hot, misty haze in the room.

Phee’s pretty hands came up on either side of him, and the strong, lithe arms enfolded Tech’s slim form, resting over his belly and chest, holding him snug against her butter-smooth torso.

Feeling a bit restrained, Tech instinctively tensed a bit. He felt the lady behind him chuckle gently, the pillowy breasts against his back rumbling like gentle thunder.

"At ease, Trooper," she said. "I am in charge, tonight, remember?"

Tech nodded a little, and tried his best to let his guard down, to let go, to allow someone else to be in control. He swallowed hard, taking a deep, calming breath.

"Don't be nervous," Phee's soft, warm voice murmured against his ear. "You know I would never hurt you."

The pirate lady’s graceful hands picked up the bar of solidified cleansing oil, lathered it, and then slowly moved to slide over Tech's chest and stomach. The oil made Phee’s delicate fingers glide slickly across his sensitive flesh, leaving trails of bubbles on his smooth skin.

"I only want to make you feel good, baby."

Phee’s hands moved up and down, caressing the flat planes of Tech’s abdominal muscles, making them quiver and tremble in response. The nimble fingertips traced patterns over his pectorals, circling his nipples, drawing in closer and closer to the small, sensitized buds with each pass.

Her left arm slid around Tech’s narrow waist and held him in place, giving her right hand the freedom to explore the sensitive, responsive, beautiful details of his torso.

The velvet fingertips softly circled Tech's right nipple, teasing the smooth, dusky areola with its pebbly surface, and its scattering of sandy hairs. The tender little nub tightened and hardened, becoming erect and more sensitive. He moaned as Phee lightly pinched the little point of flesh, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger.

"Does that feel good?" came the sultry voice, moist lips brushing Tech's neck, just below his ear.

He couldn't find his voice, so he just nodded a little.

Phee’s hand drifted lightly across his breastbone, pausing for the fingertips to skim lightly up and down his sternum for a few moments, raking through the sparse hair, before zeroing in on his other nipple. The second sensual hotspot was given the same share of reverent attention as its twin, hard fingertips gliding delicately over his areola, drawing in more tightly, circling and circling, closer and closer, until the pert, rigid little bud itself was caressed and tickled.

Tech had taken to breathing in hard through his nose, and out through his mouth, as if he were in labor. It was partly so he would remember to breathe at all, and partly to keep control over himself, so he wouldn't climax before either he or his partner were ready. It was a challenge, to say the least….

Genoa's hand came up then, her knuckles laying against Tech's right cheek, gently turning his head to the side. The clone allowed himself to be guided, not really understanding, until Phee’s lips found his earlobe, and began suckling it.

"Ohh...," Tech moaned, leaning in to the full, sensual, and adoring lips. As his earlobe and side of his neck were worshipped by Phee's talented lips and tongue, she lathered her hands again, and brought them both up to caress his neck. The firm touch started at his hairline, then crept, spider-like, softly downward, easing the tension out of the muscles, nails softly scratching over the column of his throat, then up to trail over his sharp jawline.

"Give me your hands," the soft, commanding voice said into Tech's ear.

He obediently lifted his hands out of the water, and his wrists were seized, and gently pulled upward. Tech allowed his elbows to be bent, clasping his hands behind Phee's head, snuggling his own head back into the crook of her neck. After another quick lathering of her hands, Phee rested them both on Tech's shoulders, massaging them, then moving downward over his chest, then outward to his vulnerable armpits.

Tech stiffened slightly as his lover's hands drew near to that most ticklish region, but aside from briefly ruffling the thin patches of hair there, the hands only lingered at his underarms for a moment, before continuing downward.

The gentle, lather-slicked palms glided over his ribcage; the touch just firm enough not to be ticklish. Then lower still, over the taut, broad muscles of his sides, and then even lower, to rest at the edges of his abdomen. There, Phee stiffened her fingers into claws and raked them slowly up and down Tech's belly, leaving tracks in the layer of sudsy bubbles that covered his perfect skin.

Tech was pressed back against Phee, his chest heaving slightly at the sensations. The sudsy fingers crept inward, long nails drawing circles around his navel, closing in on the sensitive little divot. The clone arched his back, stretching the skin of his belly under the attentive fingers. As before, his partner kept his touch firm enough not to tickle.

Hands drifting lower, Phee traced the pad of her middle finger delicately around the little hollow of Tech's navel, brushing over the rim, then slipping inside to probe the soft, exquisitely-sensitive little folds.

Tech was panting now, his eyes closed, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow as the blood rushed through his body, burning him from within, every touch of his talented partner making his body react, like a skilled musician coaxing beauty from his chosen instrument. His body was the instrument, and Phee Genoa was the prodigious Maestro who urged it to sing.

The delicate hand drifted lower, following the sparse scribble of light brown hair that trailed downward from Tech's navel to spread into the meager thatch between his long legs. Phee's fingers softly carded through the kinky curls at the base of his cock, taking care not to touch that pulsating, throbbing, engorged and eager organ... at least not yet.

Instead, she moved her hand to the junction between Tech's thigh and groin, and lightly fingered the taut, sensitive skin there. She followed suit with the opposite thigh.

Tech was moaning now, so deeply and desperately that it sounded almost like sobs. Every so often, his hips gave a reflex-like twitch as he tried to get Phee to touch his cock.

"Can you hear me, Brown Eyes?" Genoa asked, ruffling the hair of Tech's groin, but still refusing to touch the twitching, bobbing member at the center.

"Y-yes...," Tech whimpered, "Please, Phee... do it...."

"Soon," the playful pirate said, reaching her other hand to softly caress her partner's tummy, spider-like fingers crawling leisurely back and forth across the oh, so sensitive belly-button and the sensitized skin surrounding it.

"Please!" Tech choked, thrusting his hips against his partner's hand, desperate to increase the friction. “Please… t-touch me… touch it.…”

"There's something I need to tell you, first," Phee murmured, kissing Tech's sweaty neck. "A secret."

"Anything... just please... finish me...."

"Patience, Quick Draw," the dark-skinned lady said with a throaty chuckle, as if relishing the power she had over him. Her soft fingers circled the base of Tech's cock, her other hand still fondling the hard, flat, sudsy stomach, making the muscles there flutter and dance. "Are you ready to hear my secret?"

Tech was weeping with need, and could only nod, grunting in affirmation.

Phee leaned close enough to brush his lips over the clone’s ear, closed her eyes, and whispered... "I love you."

And with that, she wrapped her talented fingers around Tech's cock, and slowly slid them from the root to the tip, brushing her thumb over the rosy crown, glossy with pre-cum.

"NNNGH!" Tech moaned, arching his neck back, gripping the edges of the basin with both hands.

Phee smiled, and repeated the motion a few times, gliding her hand softly up and down her lover’s hard shaft, putting extra pressure on the sensitive underside, just below the head. Tech had been so close to his climax, that it took mere seconds to bring him over the edge.

"AAAAAHH!" the clone wailed, gasping as he orgasmed in the pirate’s soft hand, copious streams of cum jetting the length of the bathtub, to land in cloudy trails in the cooling water.

"PHEE!" Tech sobbed as he spent himself to the last drop, and all at once, his body went absolutely limp to flop against Phee’s smooth, well-endowed chest.

"Tech?" Phee murmured quietly after a minute or two, shaking the clone gently by the shoulder. "Brown Eyes?"

There was no response, and no signs of life. Phee Genoa quickly sat up and tilted the insensate clone back so she could see his face. She slapped lightly at the flushed cheeks, her heart starting to pound with worry.

"Tech! Hey!"

Finally, Tech moaned faintly and reached up blindly to cup Phee’s cheek in one hand.

"Kark it all," Phee heaved a sigh of relief, taking Tech’s hand in her own. "Baby, you scared the poodoo out of me."

The clone mumbled an incoherent reply, and Phee leaned closer to his face, turning her head to place her ear near the spent man’s lips. "What was that?" She inquired.

"Thank you."

Giving a fond chuckle, Phee snagged the chain of the tub stopper with her toes and pulled it out, letting the water drain. She slid out from under her still-limp lover and climbed out of the tub to retrieve a towel. Then she gently, lovingly, patted his slim body dry from head to toe.

After recovering for another minute or so, Tech rested his hands on the edges of the tub and slowly pushed himself to his feet. As he stepped out of the tub onto the smooth, stone floor, he swayed a little, reaching out for Phee.

“Easy there, baby,” she said, slipping her arm around his waist and guiding him through the refresher door into their shared bedroom. She lowered him carefully onto the bed and tenderly drew the lightweight, silky covers over him.

"Thank you," Tech breathed again, reaching up to kiss Phee’s cheek as she leaned over him. "I… have never felt like that, before."

"You let someone else have control, for once," Phee said softly, kissing the top of his head, nuzzling the damp hair.

"Never thought letting someone else control me could be so… freeing," Tech quipped as Phee walked around to her side of the bed.

"I take it you enjoyed it?" She asked playfully.

“I should say so…. I nearly climaxed into a coma," Tech murmured sleepily as his snickering partner slid under the covers next to him.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Phee said quietly, pulling him into her arms and snuggling down into the bed with him.

“What about next time?" Tech asked, slurring his words as sleep began to overtake his deliciously-expended body. “Can I be in charge?”

"I think that’s only fair," Phee replied, rising up on one elbow and smiling down at the beloved face gazing sleepily up at her.

"Good."

She laid back down and nestled against Tech as he slipped his arms around her. A few minutes passed and they were nearly asleep, when Tech spoke again.

“In case it was not obvious…,” he began, hesitantly.

“Hmm?” Phee hummed sleepily in response, sliding one hand up the smooth, cool expanse of Tech’s back to tousle the short, straight hairs of his nape.

“…I love you, too.”

They drifted off to sleep together, tucked close to one another, safe in each other’s arms.

THE END