#bro i don't even really know what the hell the solution is here

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“Dex,” Keefe says, soft as the perpetual gentle whirrs of the noisemaker that keeps Dex’s room from being overstimulating or understimulating, broken as the mirror Vespera threw Biana through. 

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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

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10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

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"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

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So uh... Lesson 18 huh??

I'd just like to say that the juxtaposition of Lesson 18 being all sad and serious with the new event being all ridiculous was both weird and kinda nice? Like I needed that event to cheer me up after Lesson 18 almost made me cry.

Anyway, let's talk about it! Lesson 18 spoilers below!

Okay. I've seen some speculation that perhaps Lesson 20 won't be the end of season one. However, I don't think that's going to happen.

I think they're gonna pull some time travel shenanigans on us again. Or Nightbringer is gonna show up and deus ex machina this mess. Or the solution to everything is for MC to just make a pact with all seven brothers at the same time. Solomon did say that he thought they could do that in a past lesson. And if they do it all at once, it wouldn't take that long? Hmmm.

Anyway, I could speculate all day, but there were some really interesting things that happened in this lesson that I'd rather talk about.

First of all, Diavolo pulling out the Prince Voice on Raphael had me going OHHHHH lol.

I honestly love Diavolo's different sides. It makes him feel so real, you know?

SPOILERS FOR HARD LESSON 18 (just skip this paragraph in case you haven't gotten to it yet!)

And I feel like that really is even more evident in the hard lesson where he talks to Barbatos about the difference between his head and his heart. And how all he really wants is for the brothers to be happy. Which was so dang sweet. And Barbatos just gives him that whole speech about what a great king he's gonna be. I was like I can't with these two.

HARD LESSON SPOILERS OVER

Anyway, the fact that Diavolo can just step into this Prince persona and be a leader when he needs to, but then he's just a silly guy when he's not needing to do that is very realistic to me. A lot of people have different versions of themselves that they only show at certain times or to certain people. Gives his character a lot of dimension, in my opinion!

And oh... can we talk about Mammon?

My precious baby. I wanted to hug him so bad. I wanted him to continue to chew out Raphael. I mean, I know Raph is kinda just the messenger here, but I felt like Mammon was actually saying what everyone was feeling, but was too restrained to say. For some reason, everyone was just kind of letting Diavolo take the lead (and I guess that makes sense, he is the Prince after all and Raphael is basically saying they'll go to war over this). But Mammon was like oh hell no.

I agreed with him entirely. The Celestial Realm can go fuck off. I was NOT expecting this to be about the fact that the brothers have power in the Devildom now. Like are you kidding me? THAT is your big concern? Should've thought about that before you threw them out, GOD.

And when Raphael was like are you questioning Father's word to Lucifer and Luci just kinda got sad looking, I was like YES QUESTION HIM because Lucifer and his brothers deserve better than this bullshit.

It really feels like the Celestial Realm booted them out because the bros did something they didn't like, but now they've realized they made a mistake. So to get them back, they're gonna go down to the Devildom and threaten them.

Are they trying to get us to hate the Celestial Realm? Is that the goal here? I don't, obviously, but I think this was a pretty shitty move considering all that these guys have been through.

BUT THEN THE BROTHERS COMIN THROUGH WITH THE WE WON'T LEAVE SATAN

when I tell you I was crying... it was Belphie's fault.

Pretty sure this was the line that made me tear up, but then we get the same sentiment from Beel and Asmo about not leaving Satan behind and I was just like that was MY HEART you guys just shattered.

Now let's talk about Solomon and Barbatos in 18-A, shall we?

Please refer to this collection of screenshots featuring my true love dishing out some real insults.

WOW. Let him have it, Barb.

I don't know what Solomon did, but I do find this exchange incredibly interesting. Note that Solomon is wearing his human world outfit here. I kind of think human-world-outfit-wearing-Solomon is the imposter. He's the one who talked about the pact with Asmo first, where it didn't fit with his later version of the story. He was also the one who pushed all the brothers into Asmo's tub and therefore also the one who then made a pact with Asmo. He was also the one who commanded Barb to make a portal when he didn't want to and who had the discussion with Nightbringer.

I'm just sayin... maybe he doesn't know why Barb is mad at him 'cause we got more than one Solomon running around...

Buuut I could be completely off base here. We'll see, I guess!

This could all be resolved by the end of Lesson 20, you never know with this game lol.

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I hope you don't mind this ask, but I'm in a huge Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation rn (both TGS and OG novella) and I saw a post from you about how "Cotard's Solution" fits his Vibe; did you ever go on a ramble of Will Wood songs that fit Jekyll/Hyde? I'd love to hear them! I'm usually either an emo rock or hyperpop fan but I'd love to dip my toes into more Will Wood ever since my friends have shown me his songs :] I hope this isn't too much of an ask!

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND HEHEHE >:3 (also I'm so so sorry I kept forgetting about this 💀 BUT I'VE FINALLY DONE IT), I did originally connect a bunch of will wood songs to TGS characters in this post, and then I talked a bit about my Jekyll and Hyde playlist here (tho these are all various artists and Chonny Jash, not will wood, still a good collection of songs imo! Especially if you like emo rock and Hyper pop!!), but I would gladly go into detail about a bunch of Will Wood songs and how I connect them to TGS/J&H once more >:3

I LOVE WILL WOOD I'M SO NORMAL (also if there's any specific song from that first post, the honorable mentions in this, or my playlist that anyone wants an explanation for, just ask, bc idrk off the top of my head what to explain lmao, and if I have the thinking capacity to, I love explaining my reasoning!! :3)

OKAY OKAY, I'm probably not gonna hit many songs, but I'll try to get a few :3 I usually don't do these this in depth and I don't wanna make it too horribly long 💀

FIRST UP, A FRESH ONE I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT (bc apparently it hasn't been on my main playlist... I'm kinda slow sometimes): SKELETON APPRECIATION DAY

HEAR ME OUT, the "bones" could be interpreted as Hyde, or just all of Jekyll's hidden parts-- anything that isn't the perfect gentleman he prefers to show. And like!!! The lyrics can be connected so easily!! "While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts" transformation, next.

"All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming" I don't even feel like I gotta say anything on that one.

"All love starts as a scheme, So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping" bro literally didn't believe Lanyon loved him, the 'waking up' could be the first transformation.

And like!! The chorus!! "Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones / Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home /Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone / If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?" Hell, I can see this as Jekyll asking (or at least wishing for) Lanyon to be more vulnerable, but!! Better yet, Lanyon asking/wishing that of Jekyll, since he knows how Jekyll just tends to cover everything up.

Idk, maybe I'm just talkin outta my ass, but I think this is really up there on my list of TGS-able Will Wood songs.

NEXT (another fresh song I haven't rambled about before): HALF-DECADE HANGOVER

I LOVE THIS SONG SM!!! I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME IT COMES ON!! PROBABLY MY FAV WILL WOOD SONG RN!!

Anyways, this song is so so soooo angstily Jekyll coded, let's go straight to the lyrics >:3

"Wonder how I didn't die / This is not my life. I'm no survivor, I only happened to survive" right out the gate, first lines. Bro literally drank chemicals and now shares half his life with an entirely different consciousness.

"Down the days I have left, with one eye open"- could be him drinking the potion, with the one eye open being only half of him--"That was me screaming "Bitch, I am reality" / And stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag cause me and / Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue / A staving shakes scraping change till daybreak / Turns out anyone can eat out the trash / Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash" could literally just be Hyde doing stupid shit and Henry regaining control 'mid-crash', ie when problems arise because of either of them tbh.

And the chorus!!! "Cause I was drunk when I made my bed / Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it /What have I done? Don't know what I've said / It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead / It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head" bro was at his worst when he made that potion, and now he's stuck with the consequences. And the "this, in jail, or dead" those are the only options he thinks he has to deal with Hyde now!!

"Tripped on a couple steps, and collapsed on the stairs / Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared" my guy has been lying to everyone around him for years, but now everythings falling apart and it's coming back to bite him in the ass so hard now.

LAST LYRIC BC AT THIS RATE I'LL THROW THE WHOLE SONG IN-- "Sober, but still so much still hangs over / Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain / Say that a second chance is a chance I can take" first of all, the poured my whole past down the drain could be him literally giving up the man he was and taking the potion, OR, him dumping all the potions in that one scene, teehee. Secondly, the second chance part and the lines that follow in the song, totally him at Lanyon.

Next: OUTLIARS AND HYPPOCRATES

This one to me is a very Hyde song, specifically him talking to Jekyll.

"Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change / You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange / I doubt that you would even if you could change / The things that make you special are the things that make you strange" could be Hyde tellin Jekyll that he wouldn't get rid of him, even if he could, because it makes Jekyll fell better about his "lonely prince" persona, as Jasper put it lmao.

"I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky" I just really like thinking about this line with them bc ✨imagery✨. Like, shadow Hyde, check. Gallows? Hell yeah. Red-hot sky? We got color AND, by proxy, sun and moon references, Let's go 🗣️

"You become immune to my toxic fumes / My dose-dependent presence in your life / It's all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind" I mean like. Toxic looking green potion. 'Collective mind', they're both parts of the same guy.

"Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there" mmmmm bodyswap mishaps 🤤

"Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane / You can thank me later" idk how to explain it but the way this is said just gives major Hyde vibes, you get it, right chat?

"Who'd want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do? / So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one" him and his little crush/loathing on Lanyon, the silly

Next!!: MR CAPGRAS ENCOUNTERS A SECONDHAND VANITY

Literally the Jekyll and Hyde song ever. I mean, it starts with "you're trying to replace yourself" 💀

"Carving out a fact from a reckoning! /Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton / Levitating off the ground / Is another man wearing your face" LIKE DO I EVEN GOTTA SAY ANYTHING? This whole song is about false identities 😭

"All the other false identities / Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories / Shuddered at what they found / When they stripped away the grace" like...

"Damn, I thought you're not your imposter / You're so sure you're not gonna get caught / Dead in your own skin / But you didn't choose what you were born in" this song gives big vibes for chapter 14 and 15, with the constant switching and fear of identity reveal and such.

"What you feel and what you do, are those things really you? / And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never) / So, my God, what's wrong with you? / And I'm still asking who that is" I really like thinking about this part as Lanyon asking Jekyll those things, even without an identity reveal! Since he puts up this gentleman facade and hides everything, Lanyon barely knows who Jekyll is.

"You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough) / You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet) / You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)" This part feels like a simultaneous Hyde and Jekyll part, with Jekyll being the parenthesised parts. Hyde being all cocky n shit while Jekyll tries to figure things out or something, idk lmao running low on explanation brain cells.

Honorable mentions that I just don't feel like explaining in depth rn, but probably could!!

The Song With 5 Names- very Jekyll coded

Dr Sunshine is Dead- kinda Jekyll coded, but VERY Hyde coded

2econd 2ight 2eer- the Hyde song ever

6up 5oh Copout- another mega Hyde song, if I could animate it would be over for y'all

Against The Kitchen Floor- Jekyll and Lanyon, these gay people make me upset

Cicada Days- also very Jekyll and Lanyon :(

Hand Me My Shovel!- Jekyll coded, I like to think of him making the potion

Basically, 90% of Will Woods discography can be spun to fit these silly characters. I love Will Wood guys :3 sometimes I wish I could verbally ramble about this kinda stuff, but also words are hard (and it makes me feel annoying lmao) 💔💔 but anyways!!! Thank you for the ask! I hope Will Wood consumes you just as well as it has most of the TGS fandom :3 <333

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what do you even know ? (pt.2) ㅡ kim taerae.

kim taerae x reader.

words : 1,525

genre : fluff

warnings : kissing ??

first part here

"the fuck."

"and now, he's gonna get mad..."

there he goes.

"no because what the fuck. how did you even end up with that solution- hell, that's not a solution, you created a whole new problem! why di..."

and your friend, woongi, keeps going. and to be honest, i don't blame him, and neither do you. because, once again, you put yourself in an embarassing situation and then cried about being embarassed.

you two were sitting in the back of the lecture hall, not really paying attention to your teacher's word. you decided it was time for you to finally spill the tea about what happened at that party...

after the moment of closeness you shared with taerae in that kitchen, he followed his words and took you home. he came in, helped you get rid of your shoes, leaded you to your own room. there, he put you in bed, smiled as he told you to have a good night. and that's it. he left you to sleep, with the headache in the morning as your only friend.

when you woke up, you didn't remember everything. you were wondering how did you got home, trying to remind yourself the night before. and it came back, the fact that you confessed to taerae even though you planned on dying with that secret. you panicked, because yes, he didn't reject you, in fact, it kinda seems like the feeling was mutual. but, you know, you just had so much doubts. if he liked you, why didn't he tell you ?

"well i could ask you the same question ! why did you never tell him yourself ??", replied woongi when you told him that.

"because i'm scared, you know ? we are really good friends, and it's been like that since we were child. i don't know, it never seemed like he liked me back !"

"and now that you know he does, why are you avoiding him..."

yes, because that's exactly how decided to deal with that situation. you decided to avoid him, making sure that love conversation would never happen. what if you were wrong ? you were drunk after all, maybe it never happened that way-

"you don't make up things when you're drunk, y/n !", exclaimed woongi.

"don't talk that loud", you said, reminding him you were in class. "look, I don't wanna ruin our friendship, you know ? it's very precious to me, if we date and then someday he realizes he no longer needs me, that's it. that's just the end. if we stay friend, it's better, because that means i get to be with him forever and-"

"forever until he falls in love with someone else...''

"stop ??"

"damn..."

woongi let his head fall onto the table, maybe harder than what he thought, but he decided to act like he didn't hurt.

"i can't believe you have 0 braincells, 0 rizz, 0 bitches..." said your friend, sighing heavily.

"last time i checked you were still single, woongi." woongi choked on his saliva, waking up, ready to clap back.

"well last time i checked i wasn't running away from the boy i'm in love with for some dumb reasons !"

"but what else do you want me to do", you whined.

"talk to him like ?? what the hell do you wanna do ? i don't like that whole miscommunication trope bro."

trust me, woongi, i don't like that miscommunication trope too. and deep down, you knew woongi was right. but you also knew you were too scared to do anything about it.

"keep going like that. you won't have him as a lover, but you'll lost him as a friend too."

maybe that was enough to give a call to reality. you couldn't just avoid him forever if you wanted to stay friend... you had the idea of talking to him like it never happened, like you didn't remember because of the alcohol. to be honest, that was selfish of you and you kinda felt bad for the fact you didn't have the guts to talk to him about it.

what you didn't know for sure is that tarae wasn't that far from you in the lecture hall. he didn't mean to eavesdropping, really, but you guys were just so loud he couldn't help it. now, he knew what was wrong, and decided it was time it took the matter into his hands.

your day in school was finally done. you went home, woongi's words still in mind, thinking about the whole situation. but you didn't have to overthink some more, because when you got home, an hour later, someone knocked at your door.

you weren't waiting for anybody, so that kinda surprised you. but you got up anyway to open the door, coming face to face with taerae.

"hey", he simply said. "hey", you replied.

"can i come in please ? we need to talk."

even if the way he said it was meant to be reassuring, you couldn't help but to feel a bit anxious. without a word, you moved to let him get in.

"wait for me in the living room, okay ? i'll grab you a drink in the kitchen." that was just an excuse to be alone for a second, to make up your mind about what you were going to do. but you didn't except him to follow you in the kitchen.

it was just you and him. in a kitchen. again. but this time, you didn't feel at ease. not in a way where you were afraid of what he would do to you, no. you trusted him, and he would never hurt you. you just know that you had no way to escape that conversation.

"look, y/n, i swear i don't want you to feel forced to talk about it. but i need to be straightforward, so you know what i'm thinking about it."

"about what ?"

"do you remember what happened at that party ?"

you didn't respond, contemplating wether you should lie or not.

"y/n, please tell me you remember."

"i-i don't. i don't remember. i mean, i'm not sure what you referring to..."

"okay. forget about it then."

oh. that's not what you were excepting. you wanted him to let that go, but it still hurted. maybe he just said he liked you because you were drunk and he didn't know what else to do.

"i'm not really into drunk confessions, anyway. i rather tell you what i feel about you properly."

"what ?"

well, you weren't excepting that either. you felt your cheeks and ears getting warm.

"you don't have to reciprocate my feelings, or to answer me now. i just feel like i should tell you because i don't want you to feel insecure about it. you've been avoiding me since then, so i assume you remember what happened? and for some reasons it makes you scared... but please, whatever it is that makes you feel like this, keep in mind i meant every word i said that night. i meant it when i said i love you, because i really do, and i'll show it to you whatever the relationship you want us to have. i kept what i feel for you to myself for years anyway, i can keep going. but, you know, this time, i feel like i might have a chance and i don't want to miss it. if you need time to think about it, that's fine by me. and if you don't... i don't know, maybe you didn't mean it that way when you told me you love me."

he didn't spare you a single look while that monologue, not daring to, afraid of your reactions. but then, you answered.

"you think i meant it in a friendly way ?"

"i don't know, that could explain why you didn't want to talk to me afterwards."

"what do you even know ?"

he understood now. that was your way of telling him you remember what you said that night. he saw that as a green light, maybe you were asking him to give you a push so you could confess properly this time. he reminded him of the way you looked at his lips that night, and to test the waters, he came closer to you. he wouldn't do it if he was sure that's what you wanted. when he saw your eyes automatically went to his lips when he came closer, he took that as a sign, hoping he was not wrong. without a word, he soflty placed his hand on your neck, and finally placed his lips on yours. the kiss was tentative at first, gentle, but the intensity increased when you responded to it, conveying your unspoken feelings to taerae. your hands went to his face, cupping it.

the two of you were lost in each other's touch, basking into the other warmth. but you had to pull away.

just like that night, taerae rested his forehead on yours.

"please tell me you love me back", he said in a whisper. you simply smiled when answering. "i loved you since forever."

and woongi won't be able to call you bitchless anymore.

[andreainlove]

i hate this

(school drama, don't bother really)

never thought I would have to use this feature to rant, because I felt I could never have so much to say but here i am. (and this is gonna get looong)

i didn't go to school today. just decided that I don't want to go after getting completely ready at 6am in the morning, just because most people with whom I interact weren't going today. or maybe because a person was going with whom I didn't wanted to interact at all, plus there weren't any prac classes so yeah

now this person. she was one the first friends I made after coming to this new school btw. she is still my friend. but it's just. I FIND HER SO ANNOYING. a few days ago me would disagree with this statement btw. few days back I was so onto her telling her about my past friends, things i usually don't talk about to random people, because I found her to be very empathetic and understanding and mature and al the things i usually didn't find after getting in the medical line, because NO ONE IS READY TO HAVE A TALK WITH YOU OVER HERE, I FELT LIKE EVERYTHING IS COMPETITION with these people over here, but this person felt different. her aura gave me vibes that she would understand and that she was willing to listen. she's so nice and all.

but then i realised EVERYONE finds her to be a person good with words and attractive and EVERYONE goes to her to solve problems or have a talk, AND SHE BARELY SEES ME NOWADAYS. AND IDK ITS JEALOUSY IG BUT I HATE THAT EVERYONE WANTS TO SPEAK TO HER and tell her about their respective crushes. and now she barely speaks to me, rarely she interacts nowadays, when she does it's like she's doing it as if ahes forced to.

I don't like this. maybe because I was this person once back in my old school. i hate the fact that just because I was too busy dealing with my own stuff, JUST WHEN LIFE WAS HAPPENING TO ME IN HD, I MISSED BEING THE FRIEND WITH WHOM EVERYTHING COULD BE SHARED AND SHE'LL NEVER SAY A WORD TO ANYONE.

i feel so insecure sometimes that yk maybe people don't trust me anymore with their "secrets" or they don't believe that i could give any advice BUT I WAS THIS PERSON ONCE WHOSE ADVICE ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING WAS VALUED.

sometimes I feel like its good that they don't come to me anymore, because what if one day by mistake something slips from my mouth, what if I'm not the same anymore and what if I cannot keep words inside me anymore.

I hate the fact that i cannot be like this friend of mine, not anymore.

i didn't go to school today, so I texted a girl to tell me what happened today, after sometime she called and we were just having a talk when she was like "can I tell you smthing?" i was like yeah sure go on, and then she hesitated and said "no leave it tu nhi samjhegi...." i was like arrey first try no then idk she was just saying no no multiple times when it slipped from her mouth that "____ ko bolne ka boht man ho rha hai" and then I asked about it a little and said that yeah as everyone wants to tell her things. she said "yeah people really trust her yk" ok bro ok.

no I'm not complaining, yeah she's really a trustable friend, she's so so nice I have to agree with that but idk the moment I agree with that there's always this feeling which i cannot ignore at all. it's like even though I agree with it in words i really dont want to agree IDK WHY AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME AHAHHAH i feel like screaming sometimes.

now just because she got into a new relationship, people worship her like anything. as if she knows everything, as if she has every problem's solution. I feel like I KNOW WHERE THIS WILL GO, I KNOW HER, I'VE BEEN HER FOR MORE THAN 1.5 YEARS. idk what's wrong with me and how to describe this feeling but yeah it's irritating the hell out of me, eating me from inside and I'm not being able to focus at anything properly it's soo annoying i hate this. anyways.

[koraesrambles]

Thoughts on the conclusion of Gotham War

Alright, so I've made it absolutely no secret that I've been enjoying the crap out of Gotham War. Is it structurally sound with good pacing and clear stakes? HELL no. It's not an air tight story, there are so many holes in all of the characters logic, but it is also an extremely good time.

I don't mind loose storylines in comics like this. Mostly because the premise "full grown man dresses up as a bat and cannot stop himself from mass adopting every orphan that looks like him" is already so ridiculous that anything they posit as a solution in their "war on crime" I think, "Yeah, I can see that." None of the rules of this world make sense.

But I don't really read most things for their air tight plot. Slight detour (There's a point, I swear!), but some perfect examples of this are Puss in Boots and the Last Wish and The Super Mario Bro movie. The last wish is PHENOMENAL. A literal work of art. I've seen it so many times and just basked in it's beauty. Love everything about it, absolutely stellar. But do you know what movie made me look up fan content, read fics, and forced me to buy the digital copy of the movie before the DVD came out? Yep. Mario Bros.

Why? Because I like stories about brothers who love each other and the mario movie gave me exactly that. It's not an air tight, phenomonal story with gorgeous real world applications, but it gave me a fun time where two characters worried about each other incessantly and honestly? that is what I'm here for.

So back to Gotham War. If I'm not actually looking for a ground breaking story (which honestly, I know those happen in these big super hero comic books but I feel like they're usually the *exception* rather than the rule) and just want good character interactions, then Gotham War delivered phenomenally. Especially since my favorite character was the one constantly being wrung through the wringer.

It was a great time. I enjoyed reading it, the art is better than anything I could ever produce even when the characters made weird faces. It was great. But did they stick the ending?

Eh, endings are hard. I would love to see more consequences for Bruce. Him just going off at the end and getting away with the horrible things he did to Jason is annoying. I almost wanted Jason to actually die at the end there, just so that Bruce would feel stupid and sad. If Bruce never acknowledges what he did to Jason (which . . . he probably won't, given the track record) then I'll be pretty disappointed. That's some juicy angst right there that should absolutely be addressed.

And I appreciated that literally every character that interacted with Bruce that knew about what he'd done yelled at him for it. Even Dick's seeming about-face at the end with "I'm sure you had your reasons" came after two weeks of getting used to the idea AND him trying to actually get Bruce to make good choices for once. I mean, Bruce doesn't, but A for effort, Dick. Thanks for punching him in the face last time, that was cathartic.

I surprisingly really like the fact that it wasn't Zur who did this to Jason. It was Bruce. Horrible, wacked-out, messed up Bruce Wayne who is so desperate to control everything around him and so terrified of losing the people he loves that he constantly overrides them like they're his freaking pets. Bruce is in a BAD place, and I sure hope that there will be tons of fics exploring that even if canon never acknowledges it.

But that's how I deal with comic universes like this. Everyone jokes that "Canon? what canon!" and we all laugh but honestly . . .yeah. Like, seriously. Canon is whatever works for the writer's plot in the moment. They make stuff up and contradict themselves all the time. They're constantly retconning stuff. It doesn't take away from any of the stories I like, I can still read them. And at this point, legitimately, I approach every single comic I come up on as though it's an AU. There is no canon timeline for me, because it's too messy. DC is literally just an AO3 platform that's allowed to make money.

Because the people who originally created these characters are long gone. These guys (gender neutral) writing and drawing the comics now are just fans like we all are. It's all fake. None of it is real. So let's all just have a good time.

I was talking to some friends about this and they pointed out, "It's difficult because people feel like when they're constantly screwing around with things like that why should they even care about the characters?" And they were absolutely right, that's extremely frustrating to deal with. I put a lot of emotional investment into characters, but every writer is going to approach the characters differently and with a universe like DC has, you just have to roll with it. There are no stakes. We all complain about it, but nothing is done to change it because we love these characters and we'll keep coming back for more, and so they keep having to make more content and that means messing with stuff they already have. It's a never ending cycle. These are living legends, mythology that's being written out in real time. Nothing about them are ever going to be cohesive.

Wow this is getting long, sorry about that. Things I loved about the Gotham War conclusion: Jason almost sacrificing himself and being a hero even though he was terrified. A+ content. Gorgeous, you go my boy! Tim telling everyone how to beat up all the rouges (Good job sweetheart, way to be a morally ambiguous little shit like you always are). Even if he claimed to be the second best robin at the end, those are fighting words my man. I also liked Jason's "Go 'save' another one of your sons." jab. That was great. I liked that everyone told Bruce he was wrong, even if it could have been stronger. The rest of the issue was plot stuff that I didn't really care too much about. I really like Bat/Cat, so I didn't mind those scenes too much even though Bruce is still the worst (affectionate AND derogatory).

I didn't really expect anything spectacular from the conclusion, and it really did end kind of like what I expected (nothing's changed except now Jason gets to deal with the Joker when he's sick with Super Anxiety -- which I actually am really excited for). But it wasn't as much fun as some of the previous issues.

That said, I would not mind owning an omnibus of all the gotham war issues, if just to re-read all of my favorite scenes. There were some truly unhinged crap in there, and that's just my cup of tea.

Story telling quality? eh, 6/10

enjoyment had? 9/10

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxi.x: Coke, Blood & Handguns, “live my life sipping wine and eating high-end food delivered to me by my three male servants.” ... “I’D SUPE UP MY E-TWENTY-EIGHT … Make that baby pur! New paint or maybe a clean wrap with some phonk/trap art … I can just FEEL the hype *sigh*” “SO!?!? What are yah gonna do??” “Yeah come on slick, where’d you move and why am I coming with you?” Ha … I-i … I have no idea … I’m stunned, I can’t even think right now … I’m exhausted honestly. “Well yeah!? Carrying around that much new chedda must be hard … could always you know! … let me carry some??” He said while making a smug face. Yeah right … you’d just blow it on hookers. “EXACTLY!!! Wait you wouldn’t?” *tsch* “Well … it is late … and we were about to call it anyways soooo … how about we call it ok?” Y-yeah … think that's for the best. “WHAT!?!?! You can EVEN THINK About sleeping right now? YOU JUST WON LIFE AND YOU WANNA SLEEP!?” J … seriously … I'm fuckin destroyed over here, mentally and emotionally … I barely know where the fuck I'm even at right now. “WHA- *Sigh* … alrighty … guess the fun had to end eventually … FINE!!! We can end it … ON ONE PROMISE THOUGH!!!” oh boy … I'm not gambling or drinking anymore, so don't even try it. “NO No no … we go get burgers or somethin, I'm starvin and could eat a goddamn homeless man … or a hooker … or both.” “You're fucking gross and need to be evaluated.” Haha yeah ok fine … come to think of it, have we even eaten yet? After a long pause and many head turns to the sky moments, as to capture the light of an idea, we all come to the conclusion that … no … we hadn't really. We've been serving in the desert heat roaming from casino to casino on little snacks we'd pick up at bars (peanuts, granola bars and gummy bears) and drinks from said bars! (Tequila, Jack Daniel's and Choice Vodkas) … “I've been mostly drinking water, and I've packed nutrition bars I've been eating from my bag throughout … You two haven't eaten anything nutritional at all?” … … … “Dear lord … you two need to grow up and plan ahead! You need an emergency bag filled with everything you'd need *zip*” She rustled around in her bag, pulling out all the emergency items she had deemed necessary. “*Rustling* Water Bottle *Rustling* Nutrient Bar *Rustling* Moisturizer and Face Crème *Rustling* Bandaids, Medical Glue, Sewing kit, Tampons, Toothbrush and Toothpaste … Hypoallergenic Lotion and Shampoo/Body Wash.” Are you allergic to most soaps? I thought you used the name-brand stuff? “HALF OF THAT SHIT IS FUCKING USELESS!!! And JESUS How much can you fucking fit in THERE … IT'S LIKE A CLOWN CAR!!!” “No it's just for others that might need it and may be … J shut up … Makeup wipes, contact solution, bug spray or eucalyptus oil for those allergic or sensitive, sunscreen and coconut oil *Rustling* And oh Yeah!! a micro heating pad, with spare fluffy socks!” … We stood in amazement … How'd you fit a whole ass heating pad in there? “BRO I COULD MAKE A BETTER KIT!!! Fuck your nutrient bars … UHHH EVER HERE OF A LITTLE THING CALLED AN MRE!!!” “You're fucking retarded, here, here *Zip* and just for the record … I have more emergency stuff in my car, just hidden” She handed us both protein granola bars with extra fiber. Thanks. “Yeah this will do I guess … I still want burgers though!” We can get burgers, M … will you please drive? I'll pay. “Auuuuggghhh … fine … where to?” How about … Fat Boy Burgers? “HELL YEAH!!! *Rubs stomach* I can put down a burger like a fat man for sure … then drop a fat man in the toilet later!!” *Tsch* Haha you're a damn child … what'd yah say M? “Yeah sure … I want a salad though, do they have any salads?” Uh yeah looks like it! “Then yeah sure, let's go you two” She said while walking off slowly towards her car, swinging her keys around her finger. “TO SEE THE FAT MAN!!!” Haha Yeah! “BEAR WITNESS VEGAS!!! FOR I THE JESTER!!! WILL TAKE DOWN THE LARGEST FAT MAN BURGER THAT THE FAT MAN CAN OFFER!!!! … And feel … Perfectly Fine!!!” ... [To Be Continued]

[pencil-urchin]

My notes are a little less organized than usual, so please bear with me because I'm trying some new stuff to prevent my posts from getting lost!

*ahem*

WE HAVE KISS!!!

WE HAVE KISS!!!

ALERT!!! ALERT!!!

LIGHT THE DIMMADAMN BEACONS!!!

LET GONDOR KNOW!!!

LET NASA KNOW!!!

LET AR'ALANI AND ELI KNOW!!!

LET EVERYONE FUCKING KNOW!!!

*ahem*

Now, back to things in order.

Thrawn got "too hot." Uh-huh. Sure buddy. Sure you did.

Or rather, which kind of hot are we talking??? 🥵

Absolutely cannot believe that Thrawn is just out touching stuff with his damn fish hands. Idk what diseases you can get from raw fish, but I hope he ain't been cooking chicken because we don't know if Chiss are immune to salmonella!

I do have to agree that while the food sounds divine (I'm allergic to fish, but lemon & dill are always good), I'm with homegirl and think a little blueberry would be a much tastier breakfast.

Thrawn! FFS there is no such thing as perfect! The only perfection is because it's with you!

💙

LMAO THRAWN KNEW THE WHOLE TIME!!!

OMG THRAWN KNEW THE WHOLE TIME.

Thrawn bringing up the incident in the library just made me think of Clue, made me think of the weapons in Clue, made me think of The Pipe, made me think of porn made me think "Thrawn, in the library, with the pipe" but in a sexy way, not a murdery way.

Tbh, I'm actually really glad Thrawn dealt with their age gap the way he did. He gave Reader a chance to live her own life, have her own experiences, and be her own person before coming to her and in so doing avoided any of the gross groomer stuff that could have been a problem with a 40 year old just outright dating a 20 year old. Very responsible, and even if Reader ended up in a bad situation, she did so as her own person, and living her own life, which is so, so important. I just hope he doesn't beat himself up over not acting sooner, thinking he could have saved her.

And now? Now that Thrawn has proclaimed "only Reader" just...HNGH...

Keep talking, blue boy, and we're going to town right here on the kitchen floor. It's probably the only thing you didn't touch with your fish hands.

Footsie? 12/10, yes, adorable, absolutely love, very cute.

Shopping trip!!!

LMAO reversed shower temp trope! Love to see it, for real!

Note to self: Gorgeous dress, must draw!

Kudos to Thrawn for being sensitive to the fact that being spoiled with things is a possible trigger, less so for being so blunt about it (but also, it's Thrawn, how else is he gonna be?). And major Kudos for finding a solution to ease homegirl's mind and heart and take away that anxiety.

Omg you KNOW this man has planned the damned wedding of his dreams like a teenage girl and you KNOW it's adorable.

OMG the tailor is amazing, love him, adopting him now.

LMAO Thrawn is basically wearing what my husband wore for our wedding (he didnt have tails)

Squeeeeee~ purring and kisses is so cute!!!

I would let him tell me all about roccoco for ever and ever

I BLAME FUCK-ASS NATHER FOR THE MEAT MISHAP I STG IM GONNA KILL HIM

You tell 'em, Thrawn! No excuse for that!

T_T he toast with him juice, so cute 🧃

DANCE??? YES PLEASE???

Karyn Faro is the real hero of this goddamned galaxy and i will hear nothing to the contrary.

I LITERALLY say this to my husband all the time.

He basically responds the same. 💙💙💙

HNGH can't stop kissing SO HOT, yes get on that couch and ride him girl!!!

DAFUQ THRAWN WE HAD LIFTOFF AND YOURE ALL "ABORT MISSION???"

***I*** HAVE BLUEBALLS FROM THAT LET DOWN

BRO JESUS FUCK WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF?

No, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME???

For real! Thrawn! What the hell???

A step in the right direction

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Tags : fluff, domesticity, date, first kiss, reader is disabled

You have a full week to enjoy Thrawn presence before going back to work, what will you do ?

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You wake up to an empty bed. You blink and yawn, stretching your spine. You lay your hand on Thrawn’s side of the bed, it’s cold. He’s been up for a long time already. You yawn again and pass on your fluffy dressing gown, open the shutter to let light enter the bedroom and head to your living room.

You find Thrawn sleeping on the couch.

You don’t know why he didn’t stay in bed with you. Maybe he felt a bit ill… Also it is quite exceptional for him to sleep this late. You tug on the plaid to cover up his shoulders and kiss his cheek, enamored by the picture. His face is so relaxed like that, he looks like a true angel. You nuzzle your nose with his cheek and his eyes opens instantly, well awakened.

“Good morning, mister.” You caress a strand of hair out of his face.

“Good morning, cha’cah.” He responds with a soft tone, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Did you sleep well?”

No you didn’t. Even if you didn’t have a nightmare this night it doesn’t mean you didn’t have a bad dream about your trauma.

“Quite well.” You lie to not worry him.

He looks at you straight in the eyes with an indecipherable expression.

“Really?” He insists.

“Yes!” You smile for him, a broad, large smile.

He doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t insist more, leaving you your privacy.

“And you?” You divert the discussion to him, “Why sleep on the sofa when we have a fluffy mattress?”

“It was too hot for me.”

“You felt uncomfortable? You want to get rid of one of the covers?”

“Do not worry about that, Cha’cah.” He raises his head to kiss your cheek tenderly. “Let us enjoy breakfast together?” He proposes.

You prepare caff while he’s cutting a loaf of soft white bread for you. He doesn’t consume white bread, too unhealthy and not enough nutrients. You look at him taking out a portion of Spira salmon for himself and you get more and more distressed at how he’s prepping it.

“Thrawn, I do not think this is a good way to prepare fish, you're cross-contaminating every utensil.”

He looks at you with what you think is surprise in his eyes.

“This is how I always did.”

You frown in disbelief.

“Nobody ever told you it was dangerous?”

“I rarely cook with someone else present.”

“Do you usually cook? Like at all?”

“I prefer going to the mess halls or wardroom or eating the dishes the droids prepared for me.”

You shake your head, sympathetic. Apparently he is as clueless in the kitchen than in politics.

“Let me help.” 

You cut the flesh of the salmon in manageable quarters, and spread oil in a dish.

“First you're gonna cover the salmon quarters with butter and add a pinch of salt.”

He obeys as you grate a lemon over a bowl. His movements are swift and precise even if you realize he doesn’t know what he’s doing. You gave him the lemon.

“Now add the juice and the zest.” 

You take out some dill that you wash thoroughly.

“I remember your cutting skills being impeccable, mince that finely with this shallot.” 

And he does succeed, his blade techniques are immaculate. You cut lemons that you put on each quarter while Thrawn adds some crushed garlic and oil as you instructed him to.

“And now you let them cook in the oven. See? It wasn’t so bad.”

“Thank you, cooking is not one of my fields of expertise.” He wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You are more experienced than I am.”

“Not so much, I just learned a dozen of recipes by heart and play with them. That is nothing special.”

You remain standing against the counter when he takes your hand to pull you in his embrace. You hug him tight as he presses you against his warm body. He is so tall and broad, he could suffocate you without thinking about it, but his hugs are always so infinitely tender…

You sigh of contentment, head resting against his chest as he kisses the top of your head, listening to his beating heart. He is so muscular, it is criminal.

“I didn’t imagine you this affectionate.” You let out in a satisfied sigh.

“Does it displease you?”

“Absolutely not.” You hug him tighter “Keep going like that.” 

His hands caress your back and circle your shoulders in a chaste manner, cradling you gently. But your mind wanders elsewhere, being pressed against such a body awakes your desires and you can’t help but think about how thin your pajamas are, how warmth travels from his skin to yours, how you want him to devour you in one go. He’s such an athletic man, his stamina must be unmatched, it makes you drool just thinking about it.

“Thrawn…” You moan and you feel him tensing up under your touch, you part slightly from him to open your dressing gown “I am so hot suddenly, you want to… help me out?” you mewl.

He smiles lightly and closes back your gown, much to your dismay.

“Thrawn?”

“Do not worry, cha’cah. Everything is okay.”

You try to reach his lips and he stops you, pressing his hand on your mouth. You growl in response.

Why?

“Not now, cha’cah. Let me do it my way, I want it to be perfect.” He licks the tip of your nose, and you hear a faint purr starting.

He presses you back against him and you feel the vibration of his purr through the tender flesh of your cheek.

“Promise?” You ask, full of doubt.

“I promise you, cha’cah. You will not have to wait long still.”

“How long?” You press, at the end of your patience and on the verge of explosion.

“My, my, are you not an impatient one?” He lowly chuckles.

“I have been waiting for you for ten years.” You deadass respond.

“I know.”

What?

“You… You knew?” 

“Of course.”

You look at him with eyes round like saucers and embarrassment settling in.

“You think I did not notice how warm you get standing next to me? That I never noticed how you crossed your legs in a desperate attempt to calm down your burning core? How squeamish you became when talking to me? Do you think I am blind?” He murmurs in your ears, licking the outer shell with the tip of his warm tongue.

You gasp feeling the warm wet limb caressing your sensitive skin.

“You think I was unconscious when you tried to kiss me in the library?” he keeps teasing you.

You feel your whole body burning with desire and your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You were awake?!” you choke.

“I was.” He blows at your ear, his hand slowly going down your body, “You did well to stop in time.”

“Or… Or what?” all your words crash in your mouth.

“Or I would not have been accountable for my actions.”

Does… Does that mean that he would have had you on the table like that or that he would have manhandled you to stop you?

“Me… Meaning?”

“Do not fret about it, cha’cah. You stopped just in time, and that was for the best for both of us.” He nibbles your ear.

“Okay…” You say a bit relieved and a bit afraid.

He keeps playing with your ear, teasing you as he chuckles and you can’t refrain your yelps under his touch.

“So… When you proposed we sleep in the same bed, you were playing with me?”

“No. I would not have disrespected you like that. It was just the most practical solution.” He caresses his fingers through your hair.

“But if you knew, why not come to me sooner? Why wait ten years?”

“You were too young for me.”

You pout at the revelation, frowning your eyebrows and pursing your lips.

“Do not look at me like that, cha’cah. You were barely 20 when I was already 40, I needed you to mature and grow, to flourish into the great woman you are today.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t count me as a possibility because I was “too young”.” You wince

“Nobody was a possibility at that time.”

“And now?”

“Now there is only you.” He kisses your closed eyelids.

His hand caresses your lower back, ever so slightly sliding the tip of his fingers past the hem of your little short. You inhale sharply at the sensation of his warm palm against your colder skin.

“Thrawn…” You moan again as his other hand slides under your shirt to caress your back.

“Mmh?” He murmurs, eyes closed as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I want you.” You confess.

“Me too, cha’cah.” He kisses your forehead and tugs on your shirt to reclothe your properly “But I should not get your hopes up.”

He kisses your forehead one last time and parts from you to take out the salmon out of the oven, leaving you arms dangling, mouth agape and craving for more.

“Breakfast is ready.” He announces and he starts serving the quarters.

You sit down, body boiling and mind bubbling. You eat little mouthfuls, hands trembling, you were so close to have him but he cockblocked you last second. 

Two times!

He takes a bite and his pupils widen instantly.

“This is delicious.” 

“I am happy you like it.” You try to smile through your distress.

You both remain silent for the rest of the meal but under the table he slides his feet to caress yours. Your bite almost fell out of your fork as he plays footsie with you with the sternest expression, completely unbothered.

You finish your meal as best you can trying not to flush furiously.

“Do you have something planned for today?” He asks you out of the blue.

“Hum, not especially. It was supposed to be a slow day today.”

“Good. I will be taking you shopping this afternoon.” He says standing up to clear the table.

“For what occasion?” You ask, surprised.

“I am taking you to the Pinnacle tonight. I have a table reserved for us two.” He casually explains.

Your last bite took a wrong turn.

“The Pinnacle? But you have to wait more than ten months to have a table booked here!”

“Do you think I came to see you unprepared?” He raises his eyebrow like it was obvious “We are booked for 20h.” He kisses your temple and leaves you to take a shower.

You await your turn, legs dangling off the bed, squirming like a little girl. A dinner at the Pinnacle? As a first date? He really goes strong! You giggle to yourself, excited like a child, you feel like 16 again. You let yourself lay down on the bed, listening to the water running next door and realize that there is only a thin wall separating you from his mighty naked body. Instantly your imagination starts running wild, remembering the time you spied on him at the waterfall and how good he looked at the lake with only his boxers on. You bite your lower lips, you’re way to horny for your own good.

With devious hopes you knock on the door and he invites you to enter the bathroom, you open the door in a swift movement and are immediately disappointed.

He’s already fully clothed.

Blast.

“A problem?” He asks innocently.

“No.” You pout, better chance next time.

He put on a white chemise, a waistcoat and black pants, one of his three civilian outfits. You realize he’s applying his red eyeliner under his eyes. You observe the very meticulous brush actions on his blue skin. You’re absolutely fascinated.

“You want to help me?” He asks gently.

“I can?” you’re surprised and caught unaware.

He hands you the brush and the pigment and takes a chair to sit as you delicately manipulate the brush to adorn his beautiful face. You hold your breath, careful to not make a clumsy movement and ruin the make up. He lets you do, fully trusting you with his eyes closed, you trace the lines of his favorite pattern under his lower eyelids, trying to replicate it the best you can. 

You’re so close to one another, you feel his breath on your chin and he must feel your on his closed eyelids. You gently hold his cheek to prevent him from moving, feeling the warmth spreading through your palm.

“It’s almost finished.”

“You can add some modifications if you want.” He tells you softly.

“I can?”

“Of course, you really progressed with your makeup techniques these last few years. I will be your canvas for today, be creative.”

“If I do it, you will do mine?” You propose.

“As you wish.”

You add scrolls and dots of red with the brush and a gradient burgundy eyeshadow that melt in the marvelous blue of his skin and outline it all with some golden eyeliner, giving him a sharp look.

He takes the time to observe himself in the mirror, looking at every angle.

“It is successful.”

“You like it?” you ask full of hopes.

“I do.” He confirms “Take your shower and I will paint your visage.” He tells you with a soft smile.

You undress and enter the shower, and immediately scream in pain. Thrawn comes back running, knocking at the door.

“Cha’cah? Is everything alright?”

You open the door violently, shaking.

“What kind of shower do you take?! It is scorching hot, I burned my entire body!” You fulminate, still feeling the bite of the boiling water on your skin.

He passes his hand under the water without wincing.

“Is it? I find it quite relaxing.” He seems confused.

“Relaxing?!” You repeat astonished “This water is well over 60°!”

“I am sorry, I will remember it.”

No taking showers after Thrawn, noted! He looks in your direction and immediately looks away like he is embarrassed.

“Could you please put on your nightgown instead of simply hiding behind that thin towel?” He makes the conscious effort not to look at you.

You look down at yourself, realizing you're just holding the towel in front of you, barely hiding your bare body before his eyes. You were so taken by surprise you didn’t cover yourself better.

“Out, mister!” You order, indicating the door.

He silently exits the bathroom and you take a nice, COLD shower. 

You dress up and let him enter back to do your makeup. You could fall asleep under his gentle brush strokes, it’s like a facial massage. You give him total control, letting him have his fun as he did to you. You relax under his warm, careful hands.

“There. What do you think?”

You turn to the mirror and gasp. That is not how you do your makeup at all, it is a totally different technique but the result is so… Exotic.

“Oh wow.” You let out, approaching your face to the glass.

“I tried to match our makeup.” He explains.

“I love it, actually.” You admit, admiring your profile. “When did you learn all those techniques?”

“We use makeup to express our affiliation to a family early on in our life.” He informs, tidying the makeup case. “Shall we go?” He turns to you with sparkling eyes.

You take his hand and head to the department stores of Coruscant.

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You quickly found THE dress. You saw it in a shop window on a mannequin and dragged Thrawn into the boutique. This is a marvelous long, velvety dark green dress that hides your mechanical legs, which the other dress didn’t. With off, flared shoulders and a twirl of fabric drawing scrolls and roses on the skirt you can’t help but twirl in front of the mirror while Thrawn refuses an nth glass of champagne proposed by the employees.  You pull on the skirt to observe your legs. They are only practical and crude, not at all made for a fancy setting and you’re afraid they might spoil your fun. You know they allow you to walk again but you can’t help but hate them a bit.

“Do you like this dress?” Thrawn asks, slouching on a sofa like a king.

“Yes! It is beautiful! I love it!” 

You take the tag and choke at the price. It’s worth more than 5 months of your paycheck. 

“Ouch!”

“A problem?”

“Yes, the price. I don’t have the salary for it” You wince.

You take a final look at you in the mirror, appreciating how it hugs your forms and accentuate your complexion. Too bad…

“You are not paying that.” He simply says.

You turn to him, outraged.

“Thrawn, I won’t let you pay for that dress, it’s unaffordable!”

“Not for me.” And like that he summons an employee with the snap of a finger. “We will take that dress, do you have any set of jewels that would accord with it?”

“Thrawn!” You say, choked and embarrassed.

“Of course, sir.” The employee bows “I will show you our jewelry. Right this way.”

You’re being ushed back to the changing room with a female employe to help you dress and undress, she meticulously folds the dress and put it in a velour box and hand it to you with a broad smile.

You join back Thrawn observing the shiny jewels, listening to the advice of the employee, giving him the different carat of each piece. You take him by the arm and drag him to the side.

“ Thrawn, what are you doing?”

“I am paying you a dress you love?” He responds equally confused.

“Thrawn, this dress and those jewellery are prohibitively expensive! You can’t be serious?”

“I am always serious.” He drily answers “What you do not want me to pay for you?”

“Because… Because…” Your mouth suddenly dries.

“Does it remind you of him?” He tilts his head.

You dig your nails in your palms, uneasy. Nather used to buy things he loved, not really caring for your comfort or taste.

“In a sense… Yes.” You let out in a shaky breath.

“Then what if I buy them on credit?” He holds his chin thinking.

“What?”

“I pay for you today, and you will repay me in the future. Would it be more comfortable for you?”

That… could work…

“I… Yes. I would prefer that.”

He delicately holds your chin and kisses your forehead.

“Let us choose those jewels, then.”

He brought you back to the jewel stall and helps you choose diamonds you truly like. It makes you feel dizzy to wear something so pricey, what if you broke them or lose them somewhere? 

You finally settle for an orichalk necklace that mimics a grapevine with little shiny diamonds as flowers here and there and a pair of chandelier earrings. You don’t even ask the price, it’s better for your heart to wait a bit.

Next stop is finding a costume for Thrawn and it is proven more difficult, no stores can accommodate his stature, it’s always too short or too tight and uncomfortable While he chooses and tries different ones you're tapping away on your comlink to find the next boutique. You’re going back to him when you localized a tailor down the road while an employee that just took his measurements embarrassedly admits they don’t have his size.

“We’ll have more chances at the next one.” You cheer him up. “We’ll have to exit the department store tho.”

“I am not worried.” He simply says, gentlemanly carrying your bags.

“It’s a little boutique but surely they would have more choice, those are artisanal costumes they should accommodate a wider range of bodies and… Thrawn?” You look where he standed to realize he’s not here anymore.

You turn back on your track and find him looking at a shop window. As you approach you realize it’s a wedding boutique, displaying their wedding dresses. His face is stern and calm but his gaze his fixed on the white fabric.

“You… Want to enter?” You ask, a bit shyly.

“No. That would be premature.” He shakes his head.

You look at the beautiful dresses. A glimpse into the store lets you see happy couples trying on the dresses and costumes, you hear laughter and joy. 

You feel his hand sliding in yours and intertwining your fingers.

“Shall we go?” He asks 

You nod with a smile and you walk out hand in hand. You’re on a little fluffy cloud. You press yourself against him and squeeze his hand as you feel lighter and lighter, giggling like a little girl.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Nothing. I am just happy to be with you.” You broadly smile.

He squeezes back your hand in a dignified silence and you reach the little boutique.

It is a charming little room with false wood packed full with clothes and fabrics of all sorts. 

“What do you might want?” the Mirialan tailor asks behind his counter, working on a vest.

“I am searching for a tail coat.” Thrawn explains.

“And several civilian outfits.” You add, taking out a waistcoat off a shelf.

They both look at you, Thrawn with questions in his eyes, he only searched for a costume but you feel like this boutique could finally complete his wardrobe.

The old man stands up with his tape measure.

“Let’s see what we are working with.”

While Thrawn gots his measurement taken for the nth time today you rummage through the shelfs, hangers and mannequin.

“You are quite tall and large sir, I see why you had trouble finding a costume to your measure.” The tailor comments, unphased.

“You have something for him?” you ask.

“No.”

“Oh…” You lower your shoulders, disappointed.

“I will need to do some touch up on my costumes. You’re lucky I am quite quick at it.”

“So you can do something for us?” You inquire full of hopes.

“Yes. But searching a costume for the same day is a stupid idea.” He berates.

“We are busy people.” Thrawn explains.

“That’s what they all say, and who do they come crying to after? Me.”  The tailor grumbles, “Choose your costumes, I will touch them up.”

You have fun having Thrawn trying on chemises and vests, you try different fabrics, different colors, different shades.

“Is the buttons to your liking?” The tailor asks.

“Yes?” You respond unsure “They’re just buttons…”

“That’s where you’re wrong lil’miss” He chastises you very seriously “Buttons make or break the entire character of a costume, you have to harmonize them with the fabric, the shades, whether or not you wear rings… You don’t happen to wear rings, do you?” He turns to Thrawn.

“No I do not.”

“So those are not the correct ones.” 

He opens a very, very large drawer with a complete collection of different types of buttons.

“Oh I like those ones!” you indicate.

“I am gonna make the call if you don’t mind.” He responds, grumpy.

This man doesn't like to be told how to do his job visibly. You go back to Thrawn who’s looking for different pants.

“Find something that tickles your fancy?” 

“Perhaps.” 

“You are darn lucky I had hems to each of my pieces!” The tailor shouts from the other side of the workshop.

You pout, looking in his direction before showing your finding to Thrawn. You tried to add some pastel colors to his wardrobe but he isn’t as keen as you.

“Try it on again.” The tailor comes back with the black tail-coat.

“Already?” You ask dumbfounded?

“You think I am some kind of newbie?”

Thrawn reappears with the tail coat, suiting him perfectly. For all his bad behaviors this tailors really know his work. It's really impressive.

“Woaw.” You let out.

“Do you like it?” Thrawn asks you, observing himself in the mirrors.

“I mean… You have such a figure in this. Do you like it?”

“It seems proper to me.” He flattens the black vest on his gray waistcoat.

The buttons the tailor choosed are, indeed, better.

“Try those ones.” He gives Thrawn black costume shoes. “You know how to accord those?”

“The belt?” Thrawn answers.

“Indeed, remember: the belt with the shoes, the tie or the scarf with the clutch and never, and I mean NEVER more than 3 colors or tone on tone. If you follow those rules you should be good.”

“They didn’t tell us that at the department store.” You think out loud.

“Of course they didn’t. They burn your eyes with glitters and gold but they don’t even know the first thing about tailoring.” He grumps, tidying the clothes you didn’t choose.

You exchange a glance with Thrawn, this man takes his art very, very seriously.

“I’ll send you your touched up clothes in two weeks.” He informs, folding the tail coat in a small briefcase and putting the waked shoes in a box. He hands you a large bag and pretty much shoos you out of the boutique.

“Well, that was an experience.”

“You think? I think I appreciate this man.” Thrawn responds deadpan. “But he was right, finding a costume for the same day was risky.”

“Well, we got one. And you look absolutely gorgeous in it, so I’m not complaining.” You rise to kiss his cheek.

You feel him shiver at the contact of your lips and a low purr starts.

“I love when you purr. This is soooo… Adorable.” You nuzzle your nose to his cheek.

“Glad you appreciate this quirk of mine.” He takes your hand and guides you back to your ship.

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Thrawn gallantly opens the flying car’s door to you and extends his hand for you to take support, you’re in no heels so you don’t need to but you still take his hand. He escorts you under the shining lights of the Pinnacle, everything is golden and sparkly and you can hear classical music coming from the dining rooms inside. You walk on the marble floor, trying not to slip on your long dress concealing your hideous mechanical legs. All around you the guests are as prestigious as Thrawn, you recognize Governors, Ambassadors, Moffs and you’re almost afraid you’ll cross paths with Tarkin. The footman guides you two to your table and the decadence starts. They brought you different entree and side dishes to start with numerous types of exotic breads.

How are you supposed to eat a full course dinner with so many plates? You’re only at the first entrees and you’re already practically full. You try your best to keep your manners in check to not shock anyone around you while Thrawn is more relaxed, his naturally elegant manners are surely not a problem for him.

“I think I am already full.” You sigh when you see another entree of vegetables is brought to your table.

“I told you not to eat too much at noon.” Thrawn grins slightly, taking a sip of water from his crystal glass.

“I was under the impression that the chic restaurants’ portions were ridiculously small.”

“You have been proven wrong.”

He keeps to plain water while you indulge in pricey champagne and wines, but knowing the place it must be pure source water of some mountain somewhere. You observe the dining room you’re in, it imitates the rococo style of some former human empire you don’t really know much about, Thrawn knows however and you let him narrate every style choices of the architecture and its cultural meaning. Him who’s usually so silent speaks so much when it comes to art and you gladly shut up and listen to his deep melodic voice explaining to you why the crystals of the chandelier are of such color and not another one. You eat all his words up, asking questions to keep him going and he gladly answers, serving you long tirades as you eat your expensive seafood.

The room is circular with a dance floor at the center, circled by the dinner tables. The musicians are on a balcony, presiding over the dining room. The floor is a waxed, shiny wooden floor supporting different white stone columns. The walls are white with golden moldings and decorations of  nymphs and fauns.

The food is delicious, rich and creamy, melting on your tongue. You almost moan of pleasure at each bite. This is so good!

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Thrawn asks softly.

“This is a delicious soiree, Thrawn. Thank you so much.” You smile brightly at him.

“My pleasure.” 

Finally the main courses are coming, the dinner finally advances.

The waiters brought you your dish under a cloche for the reveal. They come in perfect synchrony and rise up the cloche.

Your smile dies down and your stomach sinks immediately.

Meat…

You feel a cold sweat down your spine and nausea rise.

Not meat.

Everything but that.

Since that revelation…

“I said no meat for us.” Thrawn immediately warns the waiters with an icy cold tone. “Send it back immediately.” The tone calls for no discussion and the waiters turn back with the dishes in their hands, apologizing profusely.

One of the butlers sees you sending back the plates and comes checking in.

“Is everything alright Sir and Ma’am?”

You just take your napkin to your mouth, holding your stomach uncomfortably.

“No.” Thrawn answers darkly, “I specifically asked for no meat dishes for me and my fiance when I reserved and one still managed to find its way to us.”

“I am truly sorry Sir, it is intolerable. I will castigate my teams as they deserve. Maybe another bottle of wine free of charge would appease you?” He commercially proposes.

“I need fresh water…” You weakly inform.

“Of course, Ma’am. Right away.” And like that, he is gone.

Thrawn extends his open hand to you. You weakly meet him with yours, trembling.

“Are you alright, Cha’cah?” He gently asks, with worry in his eyes.

“I… I think it will pass.” You say as the malaise slowly dissipates.

You can’t touch meat since that day… You can’t even smell it without being violently sick.

“I am sorry, do you want some fresh air on the patio?”

“No… No, it’s good.” You deeply breath in and out, searching for another subject to take your mind off of it “Say, what does “cha’cah”means? It isn’t the first time I hear you say it.”

“Well, “ He smiles enigmatically, caressing your finger with his “In cheuhn it means “beloved” or “most dear”.” 

You feel your cheeks heating up instantly, you almost want to hide your face behind the menu.

“Oh…”

“Does it displease you?” He tilts his head.

“No! No at all.” You reassure him. “It is… It’s an honor for me to be called such by you.” You say embarrassed and heart puffing up with love.

He leans over to gallantly kiss your hand. You feel your heart on the verge of explosion.

“I am glad.”

“Can I give you a pet name too?”

“Of course, I would be honored.”

“Love?”

“I would be most touched.”

“Darling?”

“It sounds sweet to my ears with your voice.” He caresses your hand fondly.

The butler comes back with a jug full of water and ice and a second one with an expensive red wine bottle.

“Would this appease the worries we caused you?”

Thrawn takes the bottle to check it.

“It is acceptable.” He just responds, keeping them on their toes for what they’ve done to you “Bring me some fruit juice, I am tired of water.”

The butlers bow down and leave you for your dinner.

Red fish is brought to you with a creamy herbal sauce. You eat slower to not upset your sensitive stomach and you still feel yourself trembling a bit. Thrawn serves you another champagne glass when his juice reach your table.

“I would like to raise toast.” He announce to you.

“Oh!” You take your glass in hand, “In what honor?”

“Yours. I did not have the time to congratulate you for your recent promotion.”

That’s right! 

Your promotion to Commander.

You were so excited to see Thrawn for a week you completely forgot about that.

“Is that why you asked for juice?” You cheekily ask.

“I was not envisioning myself raising a toast with plain water.” He humbly confesses “I am happy to be able to celebrate it at your side tonight, cha’cah. My congratulations, you deserve it.”

You clink your crystal glasses and take a sip.

“Would you offer me this dance?” He asks standing up.

Your sip almost goes the wrong way.

“I… Right now? Here?”

“Yes.” He looks you in the eyes, resoluted.

“Its just… I only managed to walk with those legs, I’m not sure I can…”

“A good thing is the man who leads, then. Take support on me, Cha’cah, I will hold you firmly.”

You take his hand after hesitation and you walk to the center of the room, where other couples are already dancing. He places his hand firmly on your lower back, pressing you against him and takes your hand gently in his.

“We are not supposed to be this close.” You remind him with a side smile.

“What if I want you that close to me?” He responds without missing a beat and starts waltzing with you in his arms.

You twirl in your deep green dress like wings, a bit unsure of your legs at first but you quickly find your rhythm and dance with all your soul with him.

“Thrawn! You’ve been practicing?” You realize suddenly.

You remember the Academy ball, he managed to save his face for one dance but the way was long and tortuous, but now he seems so much more at ease, sure of his steps and not fighting against you.

“I asked Commodore Faro to help me.” He reveals.

You can’t help but laugh imagining them both trying to dance in Thrawn’s office, Karyn must have had so much difficulty to bring him to such a level.

“Well, she did a really great job. You are a fine dancer now.”

“Thank you.” He slightly bows his head to the compliment, “You still have it yourself.”

You dance, wrapped in the melody, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, eyes fixed on his face.

“Why such a blissful smile?” He asks, maybe a bit embarrassed to be fixed that close?

“You’re just so gorgeous.” You say unembarrassed, “And that tail coat suits you so well. You are such a handsome man I sometimes wonder how you can be real and how I managed to have you.”

He lets out a humble chuckle.

“Thank you for all those compliments. I ask myself the same questions about you.”

You feel your cheeks burning again and you press your cheek against his chest to hide your face from his gaze.

You keep turning, waltzing among the other couples, close to each other. You focus yourself on his beating heart like a soothing melody.

And finally the waltz ends.

“Follow me to the balcony.” He murmurs in your ear.

The night is fresh and the balcony is empty of people but full of flowers and plants. You caress one leaf with the tip of your finger as Thrawn closes the glass door behind you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turn to him with a little smile, awaiting fo him to speak his mind. He comes close to you and kisses your hand delicately again, his other hand comes caressing your cheek, you can’t help but lean into his palm with a contented smile.

“(Y/n)(F/n), I love you.” He says so low you barely hear him.

He presses his forehead to yours, still caressing your cheek.

“Do I have the permission to kiss you?” He asks.

Your heart skip a beat and your stomach ties itself in knots.

Your first kiss, finally.

“Do I?” He repeats at your silence.

“Yes!” You exclaim with joy and and excitation “Yes you have it!”

“Close your eyes, please.”

You close them immediately and lick your lips, ravenous, excited like a child.

“I am going to kiss you now.” He murmurs, holding both of your cheeks.

You feel his breath on your lips then an incredibly tender sensation and warmth as your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft, light, overflowing with love but you feel real fireworks in your stomach. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks and you hear yourself growling for more. You feel his lips stretch in a small smile and a faint purr starts. You circle his shoulders with your arm and hold the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He obliges and the soft kiss becomes something more, something ravenous and full of desires. You feel his hands sneaking their way in your back, pressing you together to his hot body. The purr is now loud and echoes in the night. You hungrily respond to his kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He gently bites down your lower lips before kissing you again, entering your mouth to meet your tongue, hugging and dancing with it.

He reluctantly parts with you when he feels you panting for air, by reflex you try to follow his lips as he moves away to not end the kiss but he stops you in your track with a peck on the tip of your nose. You pant heavily, eyes darken with lust and desire and the feeling to be deprived of a tasty candy.

“There will be more.” He promises you to calm you down.

You damn well hope there will be more kisses!

But for now he gently holds you close on that fancy balcony, cradled by the sweet music and the laugh of the guests and for the first time in months you finally feel truly at peace.

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The kisses are hungry and heavy, robbing you both of your breath. You don’t know how but he manages to open the door of the apartment without stopping to kiss you. You enter, almost tripping on one another and the door closes back to give you intimacy.

You deeply growl, burying your nails in his vest, almost tearing the expensive fabric apart. You suddenly push him down the sofa and he lends with a “oof.”. you don’t leave him time to ask questions, you straddle his laps and embrace him with your arms.

“Eager, are you not?” He manages to mock between your kisses.

“You have no idea.” You answer darkly, filled with a dark energy.

You dishevel his black blue hair, biting down his lips harshly. By instinct you start humping his thighs and moan against his lips. You feel his burning red gaze on you, embolding you.

“Do you like how I kiss you?” You ask between two kisses.

“Yes. Very much so.” He breathes in response.

He takes a fistful of your hair while grabbing your butt. You moan against his mouth, letting your hands travel south to his belt. You try to unfasten it,clumsy with your haste, shaking with excitement, but his hands come to seize yours, immobilizing them.

You look at him without understanding.

“No, Cha’cah.” He simply says “Not tonight.”

You lower your shoulders, clearly disappointed.

“Oh… Did I do something?” You worry.

“No.” He shakes his head and kisses your cheek. “This is me. I am the only one at fault.”

He keeps peppering your face with peck as you register that he just served you the bullshit “it’s not you it’s me.” excuse.

So you definitely did something. 

You must have.

But what?

Away from your inner turmoil, Thrawn captures your lips again for a softer kiss.

“Hold me close, cha’cah.” He murmurs in your ear.

So you hug him tight as he kisses your neck, his hands on your back, cradling you.

But you can’t help thoughts spinning in your head.

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He sighs.

Tonight again he can’t bear to sleep next to you.

He feels his body tensing up and his muscles rolling under his skin. His breath is short and his heart pounds in his chest. He gives a side glance at your asleep self, face relaxed and breath deep as you sleep soundly.

He must get out of this bed, of this bedroom.

The kiss was a bad idea, he regrets it now. He takes a very needed cold shower and heads to the living room and lays down the sofa for another night again.

Away from you.

He sighs again, much more at ease and comfortable and finally drifts off to sleep.

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[midnight-echoes]

Here are some incorrect quotes with NickToons. Enjoy.

Timmy: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Jimmy: Technically a mix of green and blue. Timmy: So blurple. Jimmy: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Timmy: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Jimmy: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

SpongeBob: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three. SpongeBob: One... two... three. Patrick: ... SpongeBob: ... SpongeBob: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered* Zim: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? Mikey: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. Rudy: What about Guano? Nobody ever suspects Guano! Guano: Well what about Danny? Danny: Zim has a knife. Zim: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! (stabs Rudy in the arm)

Bessie: What do you call disobeying the law? Other NickToons: A hobby. Bessie: *crosses her arms* Other NickToons: That we do not engage in.

(Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation) Fanboy: How do you eat pickles? Chum Chum: What do you mean? Fanboy: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Chum Chum: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Fanboy: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Chum Chum: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Fanboy: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Chum Chum: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Fanboy: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Chum Chum: Nods in agreement Kyle: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Fanboy: Jeez, okay. Chum Chum: Quit yelling at us already.

Guano: What the hell were you thinking? Sheen: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic! Guano: You released OSTRICHES!

Lincoln: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into- Ronnie Anne: You sleep with a stuffed rabbit. Lincoln: He’s my SECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

SpongeBob & Patrick: accidentally set the kitchen on fire SpongeBob: We need an adult! Patrick: SpongeBob, you are an adult! SpongeBob: We need an adultier adult! Get Danny!

(Timmy recording whilst Frida and Manny are arguing) Frida: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO! Timmy: wheezes like a tea kettle Manny, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab her. Frida: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? Manny: It's my favorite movi- Frida: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, MANNY! Manny: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y- Frida: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

Arnold: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Lincoln: wHat? Arnold: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Lincoln: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Doug: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Ronnie Anne: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Doug: That's not how it works…? Bessie: Hmm… I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free… not sure where you're getting your facts from…

Olly: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Saraline: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Olly: Not when you’re playing with Ansi, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Pelswick: What did you two do? SpongeBob: Timmy: Pelswick: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

Pelswick: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Sheen: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔 Jenny: Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Sheen: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Danny: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Sheen: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

SpongeBob: Where's Fanboy? Timmy: Don't worry, I'll find him. Timmy, shouting: Chum Chum sucks! Fanboy, distantly: Chum Chum is the best person ever! Fuck you! Timmy: Found him.

Jimmy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Timmy: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Kidnapper: We have your child Bessie: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Bessie: Oh god, you have SpongeBob.

Cat: Dog… Dog: Oh no, 'Dog' in B flat. Dog: You're disappointed.

GIR: honk. Zim: WHAT. GIR: HONK. Zim: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Timmy: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Patrick will and will not eat. Danny: Grass? Yes! Timmy: Moss? Yes!! Danny: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Timmy: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Danny: Worms? Sometimes! Timmy: Rocks? Usually nah. Danny: Twigs? Usually! Timmy: Jimmy's cooking? Inconclusive! SpongeBob: How did you… test this? Timmy: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it. SpongeBob: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Jimmy: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Kyle: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. Fanboy: Hey, Kyle. Kyle: GODDAMNIT!

Guano: Mikey, please calm down. Mikey: I asked for two large fries! Mikey: *dumps fries onto table* Mikey: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

Ansi, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles. Olly: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake- Saraline, under her breath: Don’t say Jortles. Olly: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

SpongeBob: Guys… the principal just called— Jimmy: It was Timmy! Timmy: It was Dib! Dib: It was Zim! Zim: It was I ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

Snap: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Arnold: I think you mean cards. Rudy: He did not. Snap, pulling out knives: I did not.

Miko: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. SpongeBob: What's wrong with you?? Miko: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Five: No, he means other than that. Miko: Ohhhhhh. Miko: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Jenny: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment…at all? Timmy: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Snap: I’m quick at math. Rudy: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Snap: 24. Rudy: That wasn’t even close. Snap: But it was quick.

SpongeBob: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Danny: Danny: Why are you eating dirt? SpongeBob: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

Dib, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Gaz, my own sister, for telling me SpongeBob was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

*Sheen falls over* Chum Chum: Sheen! Are you alright? Sheen: Is that you, God? Chum Chum: What? Sheen: It's just, you sound a lot more like Chum Chum than I expected.

Timmy: So… what’s goin’ on? Arnold: You want the long version or the short version? Timmy, hesitantly: The short one, I guess? Arnold: Shit’s fucked. Timmy: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

Dib: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Mikey: Several traffic violations. Chum Chum: Three counts of resisting arrest. Fanboy: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Guano: Also, that’s not our car.

[samsspambox]

no thoughts just a fic im probably not gonna write bc i don't feel i have marius' characterization down yet (bc i don't have that many cards of him)

here's the premise: glow in the dark stars

from what i've seen marius has a lot of trauma regarding cold, dark spaces (re: lost gold, chapter 4)

and also i think he'd be hella embarrassed if he had some night lights

here's the solution: glow in the dark stars

and he asks mc just to hang out, you know, cuz sometimes while opening some wounds even briefly hurts like a bitch

but this is happening like, in that lull of the time between marius' uncles talk and the end of chapter 4

so mc is still thinking about the guys words, mc and marius worlds apart

marius is there just talking about his glow in the dark stars and 'aren't they just the coolest missy?'

they also have some planets and stuff

so mc is directing marius into putting the stars and the planets in the correct order (listen,,, this is the astro in me LMAO)

but then mc has an epiphany

while they're worlds apart, but they're living under the same sky (in this case, they're making their own sky)

and mc realized that yeah, they wanna be with marius bc they're both going into this blind together

they're making their own path together, right?

by this point marius finished putting the stars and planets up and tells mc to lay down in his bed

and he turns off the lights

because the stars were under direct lights, they're a bit charged so they're shining brightly over them

marius lays down next to mc and ofc this is where a little heart to heart happens

'you don't think it's childish?' he would ask mc, because they are kind of childish, right? they're things you give little kids

'no, they're very you' they say as they grab their hand because truly, glow in the dark stars are exactly like marius

a beacon in the dark, light that is created and that you can only see in the dark. because he is a star in mc's eyes

their star

and ofc mc kind of kicks their own ass in their head because holy hell, how did they spend so much time not realizing that they love marius

so mc grabs his hand and says 'i like them a lot.'

and you could probably add more to it but i guess the main thing is just marius and being seen as a little kid and being insecure about it, but we all have that thing that makes us childish, you know? but also the whole 'we're human, we deserve to be happy together' as well.

it's not exactly the most well fledged out fic, but it's a really good concept i can't exactly recycle for the bois i do know how to write well because of its childish implications. glow in the dark stars just fit marius so well and idk, idk bro, marius is such a good boi and deserves to not be afraid of the dark

[rainbowsky]

I don't know how the situation of queer people is in like in China because I'm not from there but if it's anything like it's in India (where I'm from), there is no way ggdd will ever be "outed". Because, for the general public here, it's like either you're straight or you're straight. There's no other option. Straight is not just the default sexuality, it's the only sexuality in the eyes of the general public. There is not a single non-straight (or out, rather) Indian celebrity that I (1/2)

can think of. This is not to say that India doesn't have a queer community, because it does, it definitely does, and a very huge one at that but they're all closed circles. In the public eyes, there's no sexuality apart from heterosexuality. You can be seen hugging and holding hands with someone of the same sex and living with them for the past 10 years, going on vacations with them, and you will still be branded as "Aww bros. This is what true friendship looks like. Truly brothers"(2/3)

At no circumstance, will the general public ever believe any rumors that might circulate about you and your bro because "what deranged bullshit are you saying?? imagine giving such vile connotations to a pure brotherhood?". As for my personal story.... I'm not straight. I know I'm not. But I will never come out because unless you're willing to live a life ostracized in society and probably disowned by family, there is literally no other option. And that's the sad sad truth (3/3)

I’m really sad to hear that, Anon. It pretty much confirms everything I’ve heard about the situation in India. The world still has so far to go, and it’s heartbreaking to hear how things are in some of the most difficult regions.

It’s hard for me to fully imagine what it’s like because I’m fortunate enough to be in Canada, but when I try to get a sense of it I just think back to when I was young and growing up a gay atheist in a really backward small town, in a really conservative xenophobic evangelical Christian family. There definitely was a sense that homosexuality - and even atheism - ‘doesn’t exist in our world’. And insofar as it does exist - “You know you hear things sometimes” - those people are ‘bad people’. They are the ‘Other’. They are ‘dangerous’.

To me, the hate isn’t even the worst part of living in homophobic regions. The worst part is all the lies we are taught about who we are, what we are, what we represent, what we deserve. It’s so psychologically destructive. I really hope that you’ve been able to find some support and community online and hopefully IRL among your closest people. It’s hard. I feel for you.

People often talk about leaving as a solution, not fully taking into account just how hard that can be. I know firsthand that there are few things in this life more painful than losing everyone you love most, and going through life without family. It’s incredibly difficult and often a matter of trading one horrible situation for another. No matter how much our families hurt us or turn against us, they are still our families. I loved my family despite all the ways they made my life hell.

Time seems to be the best and most reliable factor in making change, but it takes a long time for cultures to change, and very often it’s just - as horrible as it sounds - a matter of waiting for the worst generations to die off and be replaced by more progressive generations.

It’s difficult thinking about GG and DD, and people like you, Anon, having to wait it out and hope for the best. It makes my heart ache. I hope that process can be expedited in some way, although I have no idea how.

I wish I had some helpful wisdom for you, because you deserve all the love and acceptance and freedom to be who you are and live your truth. I just hope you are safe and able to find at least some support. 💛

[drabblily]

the end - bokuto x reader

pairing: bokuto koutarou x reader

genre: angst

warnings: growing apart, hearbreak, mention of death 😈

word count: 1637

synopsis: bokuto grows apart from you no matter how hard he tries not to. is this the end of your relationship with him?

author’s note: i feel like i didn't do him justice despite being in love with him :’) also if you see any mistakes in this, WHOOPS because i didn’t really do in-depth checking fjsabahfb

you think you started noticing the signs when he cancelled on you for the first time. your extremely clingy boyfriend who somehow always made time for you told you he “was busy.” at first, you understood. he was a busy person in general, with volleyball and such, so of course you couldn't be mad at him for it, he had his life and you had yours.

but then you started noticing the little things, how his golden eyes zoned out when you were talking, how he seemed moody every time he came to see you, how he didn’t share your excitement whenever you were talking about the things that made you happy that day. 

it was odd, how everything about him slowly changed around you. when he usually was the happiest around you, it started to feel like a burden to see or be with you. and you knew it wasn’t because he’d been having a rough day because whenever you came to visit him at his practices, you watched as his eyes were bright and how he laughed oh so loudly. yet, when he turned and caught sight of you, you saw how his wide grin faltered and his laughs came to a stop. you were pretty sure you saw him sigh at one point.

you knew what was happening to your relationship with the owl-like male, you both knew. it wasn’t something either of you could deny, it was as clear as day. he was growing apart from you, getting tired of you and this relationship. but, neither of you addressed this, almost as if you two were ignoring the topic because neither of you wanted to admit that your 2 year relationship would not be making it to it’s 3rd. 

the last straw was when you and bokuto decided to go out with your small friend group, deciding to go separately and meet up there because he wanted to hang out with kuroo, kenma, and akaashi before the night started. you agreed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips and went back to doing your makeup for later. he threw you a small goodbye and you heard the door to your apartment close. your thoughts went back to the kiss you shared with him 10 seconds ago, well, not really shared to be honest. your hand touched your mouth, recognizing how he didn't kiss you back and left so quickly. 

feeling a familiar fluid well up in your eyes, you dabbed at them with a small tissue, not wanting to ruin your hard work with some silly tears. it was nothing to be concerned about, you told yourself, you’d talk about it later with him in private and hopefully figure out a solution that would help repair your broken relationship.

forty-five or so minutes passed by and you were finished, already in your small car and driving to the restaurant you’d be hanging out at. you had gotten a text from your girlfriends that they were about to arrive there soon, which by soon they probably meant 30 minutes soon. you smiled at the small thought of your friends as you pulled into the parking lot near the joint. by now, you thought, bokuto and his best friends would be done with whatever they were doing and should be expecting for the rest of the group to arrive soon, including yourself. 

exiting your vehicle, you locked it and began to make your way to the entrance, looking both ways before crossing the road to make your way to the eatery. when you opened the door to the building, you felt a rush of cool air brush against your face, feeling yourself become calm at the temperature (which was weird that you were nervous in the first place, you never have been so worked up over a simple hang-out.)

flexing your clammy hands, you made your way throughout the building to the table you and your friends usually sat at--which was a booth right around the corner. you don't really know why sitting here had become a tradition but it did, and it was perfect to you. however, right before you could turn that same corner, you heard your boyfriend’s loud laughter come to a stop and his voice speak your name. 

“y/n? she’s…” you could hear bokuto sigh tiredly, “doing fine, i guess.”

“what do you mean you guess? aren’t you her boyfriend?” akaashi asked curiously, noticing how his close friend’s mood lowered at the mention of your name.

“no, no, i mean she’s doing great! and about the boyfriend thing...i don't know anymore. i love her, man, at least i think i do? but lately it just feels like a chore seeing her, you know? i just feel like i want to take a break with her though, or hell, maybe even break up with her? i dont know...it’s not fair to her for me to keep cancelling without any explanation. like she kissed me before i left her house and i couldn’t even return it! er--well more like i didn’t want to return it?”

“shit bro, that took a turn i didn’t expect, but for sure with taking a break at least. even we could tell how you suddenly went all gloomy and shit when we brought her up.” you heard a vibration against the table, probably a text, “oh looks like the girls are about to come in. remember what we talked about, man. can’t have my favorite bro this sad--no offense kenma, you know you’re my bestie~” kuroo teased, followed by his iconic cackle and a groan coming out from the faux blonde’s mouth.

“yeah yeah! just, make sure not to tell y/n about this, okay? i’m not ready for that conversation yet…anyways!” his hands slammed on the table, “i’m gonna use the restroom! i gotta peeeeee” 

normally you would’ve laughed at how he unnecessarily dragged out words, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. not talk, not laugh, not even move when bokuto bumped into you when he turned the corner. 

“hey hey hey!! baby? you’re here already? hey, why are you crying, birdie?” bokuto gulped nervously, worried that you had heard everything he said, moving your hair out of your face to look at you more clearly.

as if finally processing everything, you flinched away from him, frantically wiping away at your tears pathetically, “d-don’t call me that kou, what...what do you mean by what yo-you said? you don’t love me? y-you don't want to kiss me anymore? what does that mean?” you stammered out, feeling a sob rack through your body. 

“birdie…”

“stop! don’t call me that if you don’t mean it...please…” you begged, your hands shaking and your bottom lip quivering, attempting to bite on it to stop it. 

bokuto’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling a lump in his throat and occasional tears falling down his cheeks. he always hated seeing you cry, to see you so sad, and yet here he was being the cause of your distress. 

“why couldn’t you talk to me about this? why did you have to distance yourself more and more instead of confronting me? was this because of me? please tell me so i can fix myself...because i don't want to lose you, bo…” your eyes searched his face desperately for answers, for anything. 

bokuto took a step towards you, uncaring of the attention you two had gotten yourselves, “no! it’s not because of you, i swear...it’s not you, it's me.”

a sharp laugh came out of your mouth, amused at the cliche that you thought only existed in those movies you watched, “don’t say that. you know how much i hate that…”

“bir--y/n...i love you…”

you inhaled, pursing your lips together and looking deep into those yellow eyes of his, “you love me...but you're not in love with me, is what you meant, right?”

bokuto opened his mouth to speak, to deny and say that wasn’t true, yet no words came out. for some reason, he couldn’t lie to you like that, because it was true, what you said. he tried so hard to make himself fall back in love, but all his efforts were for nothing. that spark he felt two years ago was no longer there, no matter what he did. 

“so it-it’s true?” you questioned, wanting him so badly to say you were acting crazy and kiss you, “you...you’re not in love with me anymore? is this the end of us?”

he watched your figure back up more, nodding your head with a pained expression gracing your pretty features, hearing a small whimper leave your lips, “you know, for a man who loves to talk you sure are quiet...so i’m gonna take your silence as a yes. i should probably hate you right now...i want to hate you for this. but even now i can't help but love you. isn’t that sad…?”

before he could reply, you spared him one last glance with tear stained cheeks and a broken heart, shaking your head lightly in disappointment and turning away. you didn’t hear him come after you. you didn’t hear him call out for you either. you did feel the familiar cool air at the entrance, your friends coming in at that exact same moment, smiles immediately dropping at the sight of you. you felt guilty, pushing past them with no explanation and out into the street to make your way to your car. 

it's funny how the crying blurred your eyes so much that you forgot to look both ways before you crossed the road, something you were taught to do at a young age. but in the end, all you could hear was a loud beep and then blackness flooded your vision.

taglist: @igenll

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 3 "Chainsaw" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

I really think I was wrong.

I don't care what you believe, okay?

You have to promise me that from now on, you're not gonna go anywhere alone

Ooh, pork rinds.

I'm freaking starving.

Can you get Some syrup to dip the ranch chips in?

You want to put syrup on chips?

We just caught a serial killer.

Let's see who you are, you sick son of a bitch.

I'll pay for 'em.

I left home without my wallet.

Ow, my nuts.

Ow! It hurts so bad!

Who is stealing all these bodies?!

Don't ask me! I'm not the killer.

I got Eiffel-towered by hot morons who are brothers.

See, it occurred to me that I don't really care

|I'd just hop to it if I were you

I will destroy you, bitch!

There's a huge stain on the floor.

In my experience,

Any time somebody asks, "oh, I wonder if that's blood," it's almost always blood. I mean, you know how many times it's, like, ketchup? Zero percent of the time.

There it is. That's blood.

It's luminol. It reacts to the iron in hemoglobin.

Now, that's suspicious

There is a psycho killing people.

The bitch is not even cute.

Go to Bel Air? I mean, just like that?

It's a bloody tragedy.

Yeah, well, it was really bloody.

It's just one of those things in life that just hits you so hard, and you just think to yourself, wow, it's gonna be weeks before I really, truly get over this.

Oh, are you okay? I mean, how are you feeling?

I'm super sad.

I want to be the one who tells you How awesome you are all the time.

I want to have sex with your corpse.

I mean, all I ask is that maybe you have sex with a smaller number of people.

Okay, why do you even care how many people I sleep with?

I always wear protection, and it's not like I love these chicks.

You love me?

You love me.

You're hot, I guess. I mean, your boobs are symmetrical, and you shave your box in a hot way.

At this point, I'm not even sure if I could have sex with you.

I got to break up with you again.

Look, just pray.

I'm just trying to make friends.

I was spying on you the other day while you were changing. Noticed you have a tattoo on the small of your back?

Who slits their own throat?

Let's tell each other how we feel about one another.

You are a disgrace.

This place is insane.

That's not even a cute picture.

I love that your dad's so rich, and I love porking you so much.

I hope we can keep on porking forever.

You're so freaking hot, and I love the amazing faces you make when I'm really taking you there.

Look, I am not gonna let some guy with a knife and some anger issues scare me away.

I will not be playing favorites.

Look, can't we just make the best of this, huh?

A lot going on in those last few frames. Vietnam, Watergate, the invention of the pill, The White Album.

Has there ever been a more perfect weapon of destruction?

Aren't we all running from the chain saws in our past?

You are amazing.

What did any of that mean?

We've all been traumatized.

Do we look inward and-and heal, or do we take that hurt and turn it into anger and take it out on the world? Which path have you chosen?

Maybe we could discuss it over a salad or something.

Something happens when you put on a costume. It changes you.

This closet is the most precious thing in my life.

It's like a second vagina to me. So you sneaking in here and rifling through my clothes is a heinous violation. You have violated my closet-vag.

I once thought about donating them to charity, but there is something so depressing about a poor person walking around in couture.

Growing up, all I wanted to be was a fashion girl.

Was there an accident?

I will totally look like someone nice.

I'm gonna need some pliers.

You're terrible at tennis.

You can't call dibs on a person.

I sort of feel like you and I are two peas in a pod, don't you?

I mean, we're both really smart, and when we talk, it's really meaningful.

Hold on. Wait. Are you a lesbian?

What I'm trying to say is, I feel like we get along really well, and I would like it if we could become friends. But, like, good friends. Like, best friends. Like, soul mates.

Do you promise me you can keep a secret?

We're, like, billionaires.

My dad is not my real dad.

But wait, if you don't want anyone to find out, why tell me?

Everyone would immediately assume the killer is me.

I need an alibi to prove it could not have been me.

This will not stand!

We're going to play a game called cocaine or dildo.

Ooh, that sounds fun. But also kind of like hazing. And illegal in, like, what, six different ways.

I saw footprints leading away from the body.

Look, I'm really sorry that I didn't respond to your messages, and also that I thought you were a serial killer.

Oh, no, you're not dating him, are you?

He clearly sees people as objects.

Sociopathic murderers dehumanize their prey.

I did some gumshoe work.

You like me now when I got a baseball bat, bro?!

I thought this would be a lot easier.

Where you heading?

You are what us detectives call a person of extreme murderous interest.

Tell it to the judge, 'cause you goin' downtown.

What exactly do you think you found out?

Found out everything about you, little girl.

I know you thought I was on your side

And what better way to knock off the competition than murder in the first?

What if there's more than one killer?

Now, that would really throw secure enforcement solutions off the scent.

I'm gonna use the hand you forgot to handcuff and call 911.

You crazy as hell.

It regulates the colon

It doesn't scream "date."

You'll forgive me if I'm feeling a little overprotective.

I thought we promised you would never go anywhere alone.

I'm not alone.

There's, like, a million people here.

Look, please don't freak out.

I'll be fine, okay?

I'll let you know when I'm done.

Yeah, you call me when you're done.

That nightgown is amazing.

Nighttime really is the only time it's socially acceptable to dress like a 19th century homesteader, which is my favorite style of dress.

I need to sleep with a white noise machine on. I hope that's okay.

Is there any way to turn it down a bit!?

There's no volume control.

Those are whale distress calls. I find them very soothing.

Are there other noises that the machine can make?

I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep with all that noise!

I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

Get back to your room!

Didn't you hear the screaming?

I mean, yes, I heard screaming, but that's because the white noise machine was set to "slasher movie."

You're not taking another step until the police arrive.

You're the killer.

[chrospw-doodles]

When the Ink doesn’t flow

So... for starters this is a rant I wrote somewhere between september and november of 2020, it was intended to be posted in my main blog @chrispriceway back then, but I decided to put this here to avoid being too too personal there, I mean it is supposed to be a happy place to goof around and show you cool stuff, that’s why I made this side blog, to be more personal and less awkard so, yeh.

Chris-Jan.2021

What's up everybody, I know I haven't posted anything in a while and I wanted to adress my abcense and some other stuff that I wanted to talk about but never knew how to bring it up.

So, to those who follow me and dont really know who am I as a content creator:

hi, the name is Christian, you can call me Chris, I'm somewhat of an artist and like to post my stuff here.

Now, even if you have been following me for a while you may have noticed that I really don't post very often and that I haven't been around for a while even if I claim that I'm trying to be more active, well I think it's about time to talk about the issue and make some big changes around here.

But first of all, why does it even matter?

Well, to be honest the past three to four years I haven't really seen my online connection as serious business since I am primarly a student, and school does suck all of my time, the problem with that is that I really feel like I havent been respectful to you, the audience, not that I owe you anything but since I am now trying to make a living from my art, it is necessary to take this connection between the audience seriously and with a bit more respect.

In those three years all I've ever did was too much talk and too little deliver, so I apologize to those people who were really invested into the stuff I do, I really appreciate you guys.

So with that aside...

I wanted to talk about mental health.

well MY mental health

I know what you may be thinking, "what the heck Chris? What does this have to do with you being a lazy ass biss?"

Well, it's kinda simple as it is complicated so I will be putting here some bullets to make it easier to you to navigate through and to let you know how long it is going to be to those who really really just want to skip this post already

Introduction

Danplan Drama

College is a biss

When job becomes priority over school

How did all of this affect my mental state

And how I feel about it

Final thoughts

I'm not okay

Well, was, not anymore (mostly), or at least not as serious as I was some monts ago. Listen, shit went down, it's 2020 and that was inevitable, but I really want to go trough some points to give you context.

This year has been specially rough to me because of some circumstances that a few may know, but for context I'll be telling you about it.

The danplan shit did a lotta damage my bros

Ah, yes, long story short, I was an animator in that channel before the figgin drama

But it wasnt really that bad, you see, I really think that it was inevitable that it was going to end like that because of how are those two, but at the time I had to shut a lot of stuff because I didn't wanted to make it worse as the other animators did... but in retrospective, If we had talked about how we felt about the issue in that moment maybe it could have been better, or maybe not, I don't know and maybe I'll post a rant about it some other time (or maybe I wont), the point. is.

It was emotionally taxing, and to be honest it screwed me very bad. You see, I know I am not that good of an artist in comparisson to the others, nor have the best management of my social media, or another project to keep me on the public eye for a while, and since I went back to school I couldnt possible be hired by another channel because of my lack of time; so loosing my job at danplan was a HUGE deal to me because I knew that none of the jobs available in my country could pay off as good nor be as flexible as being an animator was, so that whole ordeal was really, really frustrating.

Then school became a living hell

Since I escentially lost that job I did try desperately to find anything as good to fill the void (it sounds dramatic but believe me, it felt really bad fam.) So the opportunity presented itself and I took a bone in stephen's channel.

In all honesty it was a good job and it was quite fun, but I didn't really stayed as a full time animator, I believe it was due lack of time or maybe my style wasn't really what they were going for, and tbh fair game... but it was still bad news for me because I was that desperate to find a new job, and I was so inmersed on doing that so I wasn't taking good care of my grades.

So now I had two problems, no job, and I was doing terrible on school because of my obsession with the job hunting.

And at the time I was still part of the community...

I was very active in the dp community and in Pau's server, I found great people and did some art because I really felt happy about it...

But honestly, that didn't last long.

School started to be a real problem and I did fail two of my school subjects, at the end of the semester I was burned out, and sleep deprived, so there was that.

One of my finals was a video talking about the drama and stuff and I've never finished it because I ran out of time and eventually I didn't felt it right abaut it, because it was like opening a grave again, like it was something too disrespectful even if it was originally intended for the sake of the animators, to give them, us, some justice at the end of the day... but I couldn't do it. It wasn't fair to everyone else because they moved on.

And that was the beginning of this crappy thing I've been carrying around.

I just. Can't. Finish. Anything.

I just overthink everything and fail before I begin any of the pieces, or Im about to finish but change my mind because Its. Not. Good. Enough.

I have a TON of pieces that never saw the light of the day BECAUSE I'm not in the right state of mind, and it is painful, because I love doing art as much as I love engaging with you guys, even if you are a few to maybe 10 people, I enjoy it. And It sucks to not be able to do stuff because I feel crappy.

And I know for fact that feeling crappy it's a crappy excuse to not do anything

But I don't mean that to anyone else but myself, because I feel like I could be better and do better, but... it isn't working, the global situation did some damage too, and I've been manageing, still, I haven't been able to finish a lot of stuff and honestly, I just want to come back before I become a ghost account.

So what's up? What's poppin'?

The plan is to try to force myself to finish at least one piece per week to keep this alive until I find the will to work normally again.

Maybe it's not the best solution, but I think this will motivate me a little since I really want to materialize some projects that I have had on the back of my head for a long time now, and I really want to start em' and share it with you along the way... so yeah, that's basically it.

Well, that was a long one, and if you happened read this far, thank you, I really appreciate it.

I hope I will be seeing you soon...

Stay creative, my dudes.

[tarotdeckshuffle]

This is a weird prompt but I think you will knock it out of the park as you always do: HC about the chocobros (and whoever you choose!) needing their crush's help (not quite s/o yet but feeling is probably mutual) to remove a tick that has latched onto them in an embarrassing area (butt cheek, on a scar they don't want to show, etc.) and having to remove a tick from their crush that is in a similar area. Just thought it would be a funny prompt. Thank you and have a good day!

Wow…this thing took forever to write. I don’t know why, but it was SUPER hard for me. 

Also, this is super long already, so it’s just the Bros. 

Director’s cut can be found here!

Hope you enjoy!

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But…Ticks.

Noctis

The two of you went out hiking together, where he had planned to confess his feelings for you. 

You’re on a romantic overlook, 

He’s trying to gather the nerve to say something, 

When suddenly he freaks out because he feels something crawling on him.

He’s dancing around like an idiot. 

“What is it?! What’s crawling on me?!” 

You’re begging him to stand still between fits of laughter. 

But he insists something is biting him. 

When you ask where, he blushes…hard.

“Nowhere…I’ll get it!”

He runs behind a nearby stand of trees,

You hear grunts, cursing, and the like. 

And are in tears from laughing so hard!

Finally, a defeated and blushing Prince comes out. 

“I can’t get it off…” 

“Get what?”

“It’s a tick…” 

“Do you need help?” You’re going to have to pry the words out of his mouth, you fear. 

He looks at the ground, “Yeah.” 

You go behind the trees, where Noct starts undoing his belt. 

It’s your turn to blush. 

“What’re you…What’re you doing?!” You stammer. 

“It’s…on my butt…” Noctis is about to explode he’s so red. 

You had thought the insect was on his back or something, 

But this?!

You’re blushing hard as you’re exposed to a full moon…

He just went for it. 

The pants and the boxers are gone. 

You have to turn away for a moment. 

But you come back as you promised to help him.

There it is,

Latched onto the royal butt cheek

Is the tick. 

You reach down to pinch it off,

But it won’t come. 

“OWowowowowow…” Noctis complains. 

“Give me a second, I’m trying!” 

Again, you pull at the little insect.

“It’s biting harder!” 

You really can’t please Noct, can you?

The little bug isn’t coming off. 

You’re about ready to call off this rescue mission when an idea strikes you. 

“Wait! I know what to do!” 

You run to your bag and rummage around it. 

Finally, you find them: your matches. 

“I read about this on Pinterest once!” You exclaim proudly. 

“You did what? What are you doing?” 

Noctis is not ok with this plan. 

Before he can complain further, you light the match

And hold hit before the tick. 

You look up at your crush, a mischievous twinkle to your eyes.

“Don’t fart,” you say with a wink. 

Noctis’s expression says it all: “What the hell?” 

Your plan works!

The tick begins to unlatch from Noct, drawn to the new heat. 

You pinch it off of him and toss it into the woods,

Before blowing the match out. 

Victoriously, you exclaim “And there you have it, your royal hiney-ness!” 

He can’t even right now. 

The two of you get situated before making your way back down the trail. 

The walk back is silent. 

It doesn’t bode well for your friendship. 

You’re sure Noct never wants to see you again. 

“I’ll…see you around, then…” you mutter as you turn to walk home from the trail head. 

“Wait.” Noctis takes your hand. 

You’re stunned for a moment. 

Noctis lets you go as he searches for words. 

He removes his hat, trying to be formal and sincere. 

But instead just fidgets with it in his hands. 

“I…I brought you out here today for a reason,” he begins. “I wanted to…to tell you how I feel.”

You stare at him, still stunned. 

“I really like you and…and I was hoping to spend more time with you. I want to know you better.” 

Noctis stares at the ground to his left. 

“You do? I mean, you STILL do,” you ask. 

Noctis simply laughs. 

It’s an amazing sound and his whole face lights up. 

“Especially now,” he exclaims. 

You can’t believe it!

Your joy reveals a warm smile on your face. 

“I’d really like that,” you reply. 

The two of you are smiling at each other, 

Unsure of what to do next,

When an uninvited guest decides to butt in. 

Something bites your earlobe. 

You cry out from it. 

Noctis immediately comes to your rescue. 

“What is it?”

“Something bit me!” You can still feel that nasty bug crawling on you. 

“I see it,” Noctis picks at your hair, attempting to rid you of the pest. 

When suddenly, 

He makes time stand still.

You’re so focused on the intruder that you didn’t notice Noctis was preparing to kiss you. 

His warm lips softly kiss your cheek. 

You can feel your whole face turn red. 

“What was that,” you stammer. “Did you get the bug?!”

Noctis laughs again. 

“Yeah, I got it.” 

Your head is still spinning. 

Seconds pass as Noct wonders if he sidestepped. 

For you, everything is wonderful. 

The Crown Prince!

Likes you!

YOU!

Just as Noct pulls away, you pull him close, 

And kiss those perfect lips. 

In that moment, the world speeds past you,

But it’s no matter. 

Because this is where you belong. 

Prompto

The two of you worked together. 

Honestly, you couldn’t be more different. 

You were always trying to be serious as Prompto joked about a situation. 

He tried to comfort someone as you tried to help them find a solution. 

You found his constant optimism fairly annoying,

He found your logical approach to everything to be bleak. 

You like cats, he likes dogs. 

Etc. 

But you couldn’t deny he was amazing. 

He could raise everyone’s spirits, 

And brighten even your day. 

His smile could bring you to your knees, 

And his humming was infectious. 

But…damn if he didn’t also annoy you. 

It got so bad that your boss “recommended” that the two of you do some “team bonding”. 

For a shift, you two got dropped off at a trail head and told you’d be picked up in eight hours. 

The whole prospect annoyed you. 

“Fine, you go do whatever, I’m going to walk home,” you said as your boss’s car drove away. 

“Noooo,” Prompto whined. “We’re supposed to be team building!”

“We’re not a team.” You had started to walk away. 

Your flat wasn’t far from here, you could easily make it home to have a day off!

“C’mon!” Prompto jumped in front of you, taking you by surprise. 

“Even if we’re not a team, doesn’t a hike sound nice?” 

He looked remarkably like a puppy right now. 

You had to admit, there were worse people you could be spending the day with. 

You took a moment before relenting. 

Prompto cheered as he took your hand and led you up the trail. 

You were glad he was focused on the path ahead and couldn’t see your face. 

How were his hands so soft?

You continued on for sometime before he “realized” he was still holding your hand. 

He blushed and apologized for holding onto you for so long. 

You really didn’t mind. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been going, but the hike was quite pleasant!

You shared stories and laughed at his jokes. 

You really had more in common than you thought!

Time passed quickly and you were stopping for lunch. 

Miraculously, Prompto had brought a picnic?!

You were impressed by his planning, but also suspicious. 

You sat and enjoyed sandwiches while admiring the view. 

The whole experience was turning out rather well, you had to admit. 

Prompto was in the middle of another story, mouth half full of food, when he suddenly froze. 

There was silence,

Before you asked, “What’s up? You ok?”

Like a bolt of lightning Prompto sprang from his seat!

“BUGS!!” He cried. 

He was dancing about, kicking food over, and frantically brushing at himself. 

Mouth still filled with food, his screams were inaudible. 

You stood and held out your hands to him,

“Prom, Prom, PROMPTO!” 

Finally you got his attention.

“Calm…” You took deep breaths and gestured for him to mimic you. 

He did. 

“Good, now swallow your food. Good, don’t choke…Now, what’s wrong?” 

It was like trying to calm a horse: you had to slow the world down to one thing at a time. 

Prompto quivered as he tried to keep calm. 

“Buuugs…” he whimpered. 

“You have bugs on you,” you tried to clarify. 

He nodded, swallowing hard. 

“Ok, ok. What can I do to help?” 

Prompto snapped back to reality and took count of his surroundings. 

“I got this,” he exclaimed with a newfound confidence. 

Arms outstretched and walking like his legs couldn’t bend,

Prompto made for the nearest stand of trees. 

Once out of sight, you could hear shuffling. 

“Ew, ew, ewewewew…” he exclaimed. 

You had to laugh a bit. 

It took some time, but finally, he came out. 

Prompto was still shirtless. 

He was as white as Elmer’s glue. 

Like…bad. 

But he was remarkably fit!

Damn…

He was blushing as he approached you. 

“Can I…can I have a hand? Please?” 

“What’s up?” 

“I have one I can’t reach…” 

“Er, sure…how can I help?” 

“There’s one…” He blushed too hard to finish. 

You gestured for him to continue. 

He took a deep breath. “Down there.” 

“In your pants?!” Your face felt like it was on fire. 

No! No way were you doing that! 

“Yes, but not like…not on the front!”

“On your…butt?” 

“Yeah…”

“NOPE! No way I’m doing that! Not in my job description!” 

You threw your hands up and began to walk away. 

He reached out and took your shoulder. 

“Please,” he begged. “I’m terrified of bugs!” 

How could you say no to those eyes?

AND his warm hand on your shoulder?

“Fine.”

You relented and turned back to him. 

Back in the tree stand, you found out that his butt was as snow white as the rest of him. 

He surely was the fairest of them all. 

Pants down, you picked all of the ticks off of him, one by one. 

You tried not to see too much, though. 

“So, you’re scared of bugs? Is that why you like birds so much,” you asked, trying to ease the situation with small talk. 

“I guess so…I never thought about it like that, but it makes sense.” 

Prompto tried to turn to smile at you. 

“Nonono buddy, you face THAT way!” 

You put up a hand to push him back. 

You thought you were finishing up,

When a voice came to you from the campsite. 

“Is someone there? Is everything ok?” 

Two strangers were at your camp. 

“CRAP CRAP CRAP! Hi! Yeah, everything’s great!”

Prompto yelled out to them. 

“Just,” he looked over to you for help. 

“NAPPING,” you shouted. 

He bent over, attempting to gather his clothes,

Forgetting you were right behind him,

When the hikers peeked behind the nearest bush. 

“Ok, we just wanted to make sure…” 

You didn’t know old women’s eyes could grow that large.

But there they were, 

And there you were,

Face to face with Prompto’s glowing bare butt. 

“It’s not what it…” you started. 

The second old woman grabbed the arm of the first. 

“It’s ok,dear. You do…you.” 

Your brain quit working. 

“We’ll be going now,” the second woman proclaimed. 

“See ya later!” Prompto blurted. 

They looked like they had seen aliens as they disappeared. 

When you couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore, you fell over backwards laughing. 

Between breaths, you managed “See you later? What the hell?” 

Prompto had pulled his pants up and was hiding his face in his hands. 

“I don’t know…it just happened, ok?” 

It took a long time before you could stand due to laughing fits. 

Eventually, you made your way back down the mountain. 

Prompto had forgotten all about his bug problems. 

You were near the trail head as your time together ticked away. 

“Sorry,” Prompto began. 

The usually cheery man looked glum and wouldn’t look at you. 

“For what?” You genuinely didn’t know what it was about. 

By now, you truly enjoyed his company.

You realized you hadn’t wanted someone to make you happy,

That’s why he had annoyed you so badly. 

Prompto looked at you, desperation in his eyes. 

“For all of this! There’s something you should know.” He took a deep breath and held up a hand so silence your protests. 

“This whole day was planned…well, sort of, not the weird bug bits and…” He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter! I like you! Like…REALLY like you! And everyone at work knew! So, it was their plan to make us spend the day together so I’d ask you out and I was on board with it but…I screwed it up, but not the usual way! NO, I MEGA screwed this one up! You go, Prompto, you took a perfectly nice hike and…” 

He had planned this? 

He got you out of work to ask you out? 

It was a cute plan, you had to admit. 

You stopped his pacing and ranting by placing a hand on his shoulder.

You spun him around and kissed his shocked lips. 

Finally, he was silent. 

“It was a weird day, but it was fun,” you whispered as you pulled away. 

“Really?”

The question seemed to pull the last of Prom’s strength from his body. 

“Yes. What do you say we turn around and spend more time up here?” 

He smiled as he leaned in to kiss you, again. 

“EEEGH!” He screamed, almost falling away from you. “BUG!” 

“What?!” You were taken by surprise! “Where?” 

“In your hair!” Prompto summoned all his courage to flick out one hand from his chest and get the small bug out of your hair. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Wanna check me for more,” you asked, winking at him. 

“NO.”

“Aww, c’mere!” You chased after Prompto back up the path, teasing him the whole way. 

Ignis

You came to visit the guys at one of their campsites. 

Hoping to spend a little bit of time with Ignis,

Who you had a crush on for ages.

You tend to think that most people have a crush on him, though. 

The day passed by with ease,

Mostly spent helping the other men with their hobbies.

When dinner rolled around, you hopped up and offered Ignis your assistance. 

He gave you a warm smile, 

“Ah, is it my turn to have your attention?” 

A rosy blush crept over your face. 

“If you’ll have it,” you teased back. 

His smile deepened. 

“Most gladly!” 

Unbeknownst to you, the other three men all exchanged looks. 

You and Iggy set out to prepare dinner. 

Everything was going smoothly, 

You were cutting up vegetables as Ignis added them to a searing pan. 

Enjoying the smooth pace and culinary dance,

When your thoughts were suddenly interrupted. 

“Bullocks!” It was Ignis!

“What’s wrong? Did you cut yourself?”

You were at his side in an instant. 

“No…we’re short ingredients.”

He looked around the makeshift kitchen. 

“I could have sworn we had more tomatoes…” 

You brightened at seeing a way to help!

“I could go find you some! They should grow in this area!”

You were already five steps out of the kitchen when Ignis caught your arm. 

Both of you froze. 

You were blushing, having not expected that from Ignis.

He was blushing, not knowing why he had done reached out. 

He pulled away and attempted to regain his composure. 

Pushing up his glasses to hide his blush.

“I should go with you,” he cleared his throat. “The monsters here are quite formidable.” 

“Are you sure? Won’t the food burn?” 

You weren’t sure why you were asking these questions, 

You really did want him to come with you!

“Yes, it shall be fine. It’s all but done.” 

Ignis removed the pan from the heat and covered it. 

He made the “watching you” gesture to the other men,

For he had a feeling they would eat without the two of you,

Before joining you at the edge of camp. 

“Let us be off, then!” 

He held out his elbow for you to link with and the two of you were off. 

“Aren’t they cute! They look like something from the Wizard of Oz,” Prompto exclaimed as you left. 

He, Gladio, and Noctis all pulled tomatoes out from under their chairs. 

You and Ignis strode on, looking everywhere you could think of for the ruby red fruit. 

“Finally! Someone who agrees with me! A tomato is technically a fruit,” you discussed with Iggy. 

“That is true, although it does not have the sweetness commonly associated with fruit,” he continued.

“True. As the saying goes, “Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit…’” you began. 

“‘Wisdom is not adding it to a fruit salad,’” Ignis finished. 

You smiled at him. 

How could one man be so intelligent and handsome and charismatic and…

“Oh! Over there!” A red glint in the sun had caught your eye. 

Growing out of the dry dirt was a giant mess of a tomato plant!

The old thing was so large it resembled more of a bush than most plants you had ever seen. 

You and Ignis investigated your discovery, hoping to find any remaining fruit on it. 

Unfortunately, animals had beaten you to many of them,

With the resident bugs getting many of the rest. 

But deep within the bush, one crimson globe still remained. 

You offered to get it, but your companion refused. 

“Logistically, I’m much taller than you. I should be able to reach it.” 

You shrugged and let him, not eager to dive into a dark, bug infested bush. 

Laying on his side and leaning into the plant, Ignis stretched one arm into it. 

After much struggle, the battle was won!

“Got it,” he exclaimed, a look of victory on his face as he pulled his arm from the bush! 

But the victory was short lived as the arm of his suit was now swarming with bugs. 

Ignis jumped to his feet!

He threw off his jacket and started swatting at the bugs that were now on his shirt,

Somehow, not dropping the tomato in the process. 

You rushed to his back to help, attempting to brush bugs where he couldn’t see them. 

Ignis whined as he danced around, now pulling his shirt off over his head and discarding it. 

The tomato ended up in the pile of clothes. 

“THEY’RE EVERYWHERE,” he cried!

His distress made you distressed, but you were unsure of what to do. 

“Stop…” Iggy muttered to himself. 

He forced himself to stop dancing about and breathe. 

“Think…” 

You could see he was attempting to focus. 

“ARG! They’re absolutely everywhere!” 

His composure was lost as he now began brushing at his pants. 

“Iggy, Ignis! Stop!” 

You finally got his attention. 

“How can I help?” 

He tried to breath, again, but it came out as a whine. 

“They’re all down my legs! And they’re biting,” he bemoaned. 

You saw only one solution. 

“Then get rid of your pants.” 

The bluntness in your voice caught Iggy off guard. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Take off your pants,” you exclaimed. 

“I cannot!” 

“I’m trying to help you, though!” 

“I shall not!”

“You shall!”

“Shant!”

“SHALL!”

“It’s not…” Ignis struggled to find the last word as he began to bounce again. “Proper.” 

“Do we have time for proper?”

He sighed as he accepted your argument. 

His long fingers shook as he undid his belt.

His cheeks took on the same shade of crimson as the tomato as he turned his back to you and dropped his pants to the ground. 

You would have taken a moment to admire the view if the bugs skittering over his legs were not so clearly visible!

Hurriedly, you helped him sweep away the unwelcome guests on his legs. 

“Disease ridden pests” Iggy cursed as you worked. 

“I beg your pardon,” you joked. 

“No! Not you, I mean…” He looked even more flustered at your joke in his current position. 

“It’s alright! I’m kidding! There…I think we got them all,” you said, leaning back. 

“I would agree but…I can attest to one more.” 

“Oh? Where? I don’t see it,” you started to examine his legs. 

Ignis would not look at you.

You got suspicious. 

“Iggy, where,” you asked sternly. 

“It’s really no problem! I’ll take care of it at camp…”

Ignis reached for his trousers. 

You snatched them away. 

“Where, Iggy?” 

“It’s made its home in a…private area.”

“Iggy, don’t play games with me.”

You sort of hoped he was just playing. 

“Unfortunately, I’m not,” he said in an exasperated tone. 

You took a sharp breath. 

You used it to say,“Let’s just…get it over with.”

Ignis closed his eyes tight before throwing his boxers down. 

You closed your eyes for the reveal and now opened just one to see. 

It was just going to be a normal butt, right?

Nothing weird, nothing great, just a butt?

And it was, but it was also extraordinarily well defined.

Could someone work out their butt muscles? Was that a thing? 

Did Ignis specifically work out his butt?

You eyes scanned the muscly masterpiece before coming to rest on a brown dot in the middle of his cheek. 

“I see it!” Your voice held more excitement that it likely should have. 

With a powerful pinch, you sent the bug away. 

“Ouch! Careful,” Ignis yelped. 

“Sensitive down there, are we,” you teased as you got to your feet. 

The strategist snatched his clothes from the ground and began to violently shake them.

“Perhaps,” he stammered, blushing. 

Still in his boxers, he turned to you. 

“Your turn. Turn around,” he commanded. 

You had to admit, being ordered by him filled a certain need you never knew you had!

Snapping back to your senses, you protested.

“I’m fine! Really, you got them all!” 

“Best to be sure of that than have you sick later,” he retorted, forcefully spinning you around. 

His hands were warm on your neck, igniting a fire within you. 

He was close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.

His fingers worked through your hair, sending tingles up your spine. 

But this wasn’t how it should be. 

“Wait!” You snapped back to your senses.

Ignis seemed like he had just come back to reality, as well. 

The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

“At least…get dressed first,” you offered. 

Ignis sighed.

“Fair enough.” 

He was buttoning up his shirt when he glanced over at your bushing face. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No!” You were brought back to the Ignis before you, not the one in your fantasies. 

The one you had let run his hands through your hair and kiss down your neck.

You looked up to find him staring back at you, a gently sullen look to his gaze. 

“I’m truly sorry. What I did was…inappropriate,” he exclaimed, looking down at his shoes. 

“What was?!” You truly didn’t know what he was talking about. 

“I should not have laid a hand on you without your consent. Forcing you to be checked for insects was inappropriate and…” 

“Iggy!” You were before him in a few quick steps. 

“It’s alright! I’m not upset about that,” you assured him.

The look of shock on Ignis’s face was adorable. 

In that moment, he slightly resembled Prompto. 

“You’re not?”

“No!”

“Well, that’s comforting! I was so afraid I had overstepped! It was just that I didn’t want you to get bitten by those nasty things and in my haste I wasn’t thinking!” 

You couldn’t help but giggle. 

He really could be a knight in shining armor. 

Ignis couldn’t help but admire your smile. 

It was utterly beautiful. 

He put his hands on your cheeks as you calmed. 

“Then what are you upset about? Please, tell me.” 

You couldn’t hide anything from those warm eyes, especially not now. 

“I’m upset that part of me wanted something else. It was a completely platonic moment where you were worried about me and my dumb self thought it was…something more.”

You stopped, shocked you had actually said so much. 

That was it, you were sure of it. 

You had just finished off your friendship with Ignis in one fell swoop!

“Well,” he began. “It sort of was.” 

Your racing mind halted in its tracks. 

“It was what?” You couldn’t have heard that right. 

“It was. I thought so, too.” Ignis was beet red but trying to shrug it off. 

You couldn’t help it as you burst into fits of laughter. 

Ignis joined you. 

Every time the two of you would meet eyes, you’d start laughing again. 

Finally, you found your composure. 

“Wow, Iggy, I thought you were more romantic than that,” you teased. 

He straightened. “I would like to think that I am! How about you let me prove it?” 

He took a step closer to you. 

“I’d like that,” you smiled as the distance between the two of you ceased. 

Tilting your chin up, you shared a soft, warm kiss, leaving you both with a smile. 

Upon reaching camp, you found the food gone and plates dirtied. 

“You were gone so long, we figured you ate,” Noctis said as Ignis frowned at the scene. 

“I bet you ate something, all right,” Prompto added, wiggling his eyebrows. 

His blond hair changed to red as Ignis smashed the tomato over his head. 

Gladio

You mentioned one day that you had never been on a proper hike. 

He couldn’t believe it and said that you NEEDED to go on one. 

You smiled and nodded saying that the two of you should “Make a date of it!”

He blushed so hard you wondered if he was ok.

It was so cute!

He told you that you’d go this weekend!

You didn’t believe him.

That was, until he showed up at your door early the next morning!

His chest bare under the unbuttoned flannel shirt. 

“Going for the lumberjack look,” you asked, still half asleep. 

“Yep. You could say I’m lumber-jacked,” he retorted with way too much enthusiasm for a morning. 

He hoped that being “spontaneous” would be romantic. 

Honestly, it was kind of annoying.

He waited as you rushed around to get ready. 

Then you were off!

You drove together to his favorite trail. 

An “easy” one, he claimed. 

But it wasn’t long before you were winded. 

The hike really wasn’t that easy, 

Even Gladio shed what little shirt he wore and tied it around his waist. 

You had to admit, the view was great!

Especially now ;)

It was approaching midmorning when you finally stopped for a break. 

You sat down in the shade to enjoy a snack

When you saw Gladio. 

What was he doing?

Some sort of yoga pose?

His arms were bent and stretched over his head,

His face was contorted…

He saw you staring and snapped his arms to his sides. 

“Could you…could you scratch my back? Please?” 

He looked so embarrassed. 

You just laughed. 

“Muscles too big?” 

“…yeah,” he admitted. 

He turned his back to you

And you saw what was bothering him!

It was a small bug,

Latched onto his back!

“Oh! Bug,” you cried! 

“Calm down. Just get it off.” 

Leave it to your lumberjack warrior to be cool in this situation.

You picked at the dark thing, 

But it started scampering away from your fingers!

Gladio danced as he felt it crawl down his back,

You tried to chase after it, pinching him all the way down!

But the speedy little thing slipped below his pant line in an instant!

Gladio turned his head and the two of you stared at each other for a moment. 

Before he turned back and started undoing his belt. 

“WHAT…What are you doing?” you stammered. 

“Getting that little bastard,” the shield grumbled. 

You began to blush. 

“Can’t it…wait?! It’s just a little bug and we don’t know each other and…”

And with a clatter, Gladio’s pants hit the ground. 

“Do you see it?” 

He wouldn’t look at you, but his ears were red. 

“…no.” You squeaked, peeking out from between the fingers covering your eyes. 

Gladio growled. 

You know what he was thinking.

“WAITWAITWAITWAIT….”

Your hands left their post at your eyes and were waving before you but…

Woop.

There they went.  

You stared dumbfounded at him. 

The good news was that his butt was just as perfect as you expected it to be. 

But it was tanned…

“IS IT THERE?!?!?”

His booming voice brought you back to your mission. 

“There it is!” You saw the little bug, now latched onto Gladio’s butt. 

The little thing looked about as happy as a bug can look. 

And you couldn’t really blame it.

You set your eyes on your prey,

This time, you were ready!

With what you hoped were lightning fast reflexes you lashed out,

Slapping the bug…

And Gladio’s butt.

The bug went flying!

Gladio started holding his sore cheek and dancing around,

Before falling over, tripped by his downed pants.  

After getting everything worked out, 

Gladio back on his feet and clothed,

You made your way down the mountain. 

“Wanna get lunch?” The shield asked as you reached the car. 

“You still want to spend time with me?!”

You were sure he would want you as far away from him as possible after this whole ordeal. 

“Of course! I mean, we’ve come this far…” He winked at you. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

But your joy was interrupted by a sharp pain.

You squeaked and spun around to try to see what it was. 

“What’s up, babe?” Gladio looked over at you worryingly. 

“Something bit me!” You replied incredulously. 

Gladio was silent for a moment, before breaking into laughter. 

“I’ll help you get it off, but only if we do it at your apartment this time!”