#but I still love that they're not wasting time having her brush it off as just a phase or being confused

[niuxita21]

The absolute Misty Quigley-level mental gymnastics by Ana to come to the conclusion that her breaking Mariana's heart in season 1 was somehow all Juan Carlos's fault because if he hadn't gotten involved with Tere, Ana wouldn't have found out the day of the baptism and she wouldn't have gotten mad at Mariana for keeping that secret from her and, thus, rejected her when she told Ana she was in love with her 🤣🤣

[ms-demeanor]

Knowledge Fight anon again - thank you for the list and recs! I look forwatd to checking them out. I was excited to see there's a West Wing podcast because I enjoyed that show, but yourself and the hosts hate it so maybe not for me lmao. Though I will still give the first episode a listen - very curious to understand why our feeligns about the show differ so vastly. And if you -want- to rant about why you hate TWW - feel free! I'm genuinely curious - I'm European, have never lived in the US, so for me it was one of the biggest tools of learning how US politics work, which made it absolutely fascinating to watch.

Anyways! I'll be looking at the other podcasts as well, they all seem very interesting, and the common-denominator format you describe them having does jive with me. Thanks again!

My very republican father and sister very much wish that all democrats would act like the democrats in the west wing. It's touted as a point of honor and a great example of compromise when Democrat Jed Bartlett appoints a republican justice to the Supreme court, any time there's an environmentalist or a union supporter on the show they're painted as extreme and uncompromising, in the later seasons the Jimmy Smitts character is running as a democrat on a pro-school-vouchers, anti-tenure/union (so anti-public school, basically) platform, the show as a whole is against entitlements (free college especially is something the ostensible dems in the show aren't even interested in enough to lament).

Idk at a certain point it gets frustrating to see anti-abortion, anti-gay marriage, anti-healthcare republicans being praised as the mature compromisers in the room with complicated motivations and good points when every time a leftist protest shows up it's a warehouse full of people without enough message discipline to talk to to cameras without erupting into a shouting match and getting brushed off as whiny babies by toby zigler.

"Oh, we need CJ to look a little loopy, let's have her agree with these cartographers who are pointing out that the mercator projection privileges the global north." "Oh we need to present something that's a ridiculous waste of money, how about a wildlife crossing that would prevent keystone species injuries in an area of urban incursion, that's bullshit that we shouldn't spend money on." "Oh, we want to explain why big pharma can't provide free HIV meds to african nations in 2003, let's suggest that it wouldn't matter even if they did because *Africans don't have clocks and can't take meds 12 hours apart.*" "this hollywood producer is pushing too hard for gay marriage in 2007, let's lecture him about how you need to slow down and respect the process instead of being an activist about it"

There's this interview with Aaron Sorkin where he's saying "America used to be the world's heroes, when my dad was a soldier people would say 'thank god, the Americans are here' and they don't say that anymore and it's because of Donald Trump" - Sorkin totally ignores US imperialism and the way that people in Vietnam and Iraq and Afghanistan wouldn't say 'thank god, the americans are here' to an extent that is genuinely startling, and that shows up in the show. At one point in the show president bartlett okays the assassination of a foreign leader and says 'today we enter the league of ordinary nations' as though the US hasn't backed coups or assassination around the world, as though the CIA isn't a thing, as though Henry Kissinger isn't a thing, and it's *bizarre* from a show that is supposed to be politically aware.

I'm actually super hesitant to recommend the west wing thing to general audiences because i don't always agree with the hosts or their guests but as an analysis of the surprisingly right-leaning politics of the show it's a worthwhile listen.

It's honestly something i could rant about for way too long because I had early warning signs about it. My sister *loves* this show and its politics. She's got a "my president is Jed Bartlett" sticker that she keeps next to her signed copy of one of Ann Coulter's books. If my sister thinks your liberal character is reasonable and level headed and has good policy positions, your liberal character isn't all that liberal.

The show is steeped in American exceptionalism and imperialist apologia but it's got a tearjerker soundtrack and maybe the best and most charming cast ever assembled so you ignore it when CJ wants to brush off constitutional protections against illegal search and seizure or cruel and unusual punishment (she's a huge fan of cops and intelligence agencies and not a fan of oversight) or when she shits on affirmative action (she believes her father lost his dream job to a less qualified candidate who was selected due to minority status, and that that job loss led to his mental decline - CJ Craig thinks that DEI hiring practices killed her father) because Allison Janney is an incredibly talented and charismatic actress who is elevating the hell out of her character.

But, you know, it would be kind of fucked up if a Democrat president's chief of staff was cheerfully on-record about the fact that she thinks intelligence agencies are more effective when nobody knows what they're doing so we should leave them to their own devices.

Thank you for the opportunity to rant i cannot fucking stand this show and i kind of want to do an episode-by-episode breakdown of various flavors of bullshit but there are much better things to do with my time so i don't but it's nice to have a chance to yell about the stuff that makes me crazy off the top of my head.

That said: if you want a podcast that is less vitriolic but does actually get into how parts of the US political system work, check out 5 to 4, which is a podcast by 3 lefty lawyers talking about Supreme Court decisions. It's great!

[luveline]

hiii, can i have a blurb with emily, it can be literally about anything, i miss her and you write her impeccably ✨🥺

thank you ♡

Emily frowns at her computer screen. She's been having a hard time using the new system, and she can't stop batting at the feathered bangs that kiss her eyebrows, an agitated tic. 

She really doesn't like admitting that she can't do things. 

You rifle through your desk drawer. A few weeks ago you'd stopped for throat soothers on the way to work and found a packet of strawberry flavoured mentos at the gas station. I love the strawberry flavour, Emily'd said once, but I don't like any of the other ones. It feels like too much of a waste to buy the bag. 

You bought them. Chickened out on giving them to her. They're still sealed. 

"Hey," you say quietly, careful not to draw the attention of her deskmates. If Spencer or Derek were to witness this, they'd both laugh at you. Everyone knows how you feel except Emily, because isn't that always the way? "Emily?" 

She immediately turns her attention and concern to you, her eyes so dark and pretty it makes you feel sick. "Hey," she says, her voice dulcet, near melodic, "you okay?" 

"I got you these." 

You pass her the box of mentos without fuss. 

Her lips part in shock before melding to a smile that brags the pearl of her teeth. "Oh my god. Where did you find these?" Her gaze flickers between you and her newfound treasure. "How did you–" 

"I remembered, um, when we went to Austin, you," —you look down at her hands— "said you liked only the strawberry ones. So when I saw them I hoped you'd like them."

"Have you ever tried them?"

You rub at the inside of your wrist. "No." 

Emily's chair rattles as she stands, and mentos hit the sides of the box as she breaks the seal with her finger and tips a few into her palm. They're a light pink and smell strongly of strawberry, though there's a subtle coolness to them. 

"Here," she says. "I think you'll like them." 

You take it because she could offer you little tiny rocks and you'd eat them. You'd smile at her with cracked teeth. Emily doesn't realise how much power she has over you (remarkably) nor the effect of her closeness. You press the mento between your lips and she does the same, beaming this beatific, heart-racing smile at you as strawberry pops over your tongue. 

"They're good, right?" she asks, nearly smug. 

You nod quickly. You're not a reliable narrator and you'd say yes no matter what, but something about looking at her makes them sweet. 

"The– the new computer system, it's buggy, right?" you ask. When she looks at you dumbfounded, you correct, "Non responsive. Doesn't wanna listen." 

"Right?" She looks so relieved that it knocks you off kilter. 

"I think I figured out how to get my emails to stay in one place," you say, aiming for casual, barely making the mark. 

"Could you show me how to do that?" 

You sit in her desk chair at her computer and fix her emails to the desktop. The system isn't buggy, but you want her to feel capable. She is capable. Strawberry mentos over your shoulder, her hand resting on the back of her chair, fingertips brushing your back and silky dark hair skimming your shoulder, she's perfect. 

Spencer meets your eye from over the desktop monitors. He, of similar disposition, seems to be commending you on your demeanour with widened eyes and a small nod. 

Derek, on the other hand, taunts. "Is it hot in here?" he asks, fanning himself with his t-shirt. 

Emily leans over your shoulder to grab a case file from her desk, tossing it onto Derek's. "You can fan yourself with that once you've peer reviewed it for me." 

Spencer shakes his head in pity. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Emily asks you, looking down. "Are you hot too? You look flustered." 

"I'm feeling it," Spencer says. 

"Huh. I must be cold blooded," she says under her breath, the exhale tickling your neck. "Weird." 

[asliceofzosan]

because i woke up today still thinking of zosan's baby girl, here are some stuff about it that are now my roman empire:

none. i repeat NONE OF THESE STRAW HATS know how to hold a baby. sanji figured it out due to dormant maternal instincts alone. and more than half the time he has to yell at everyone to not hold her up by the calf or the ankles ("i'm looking at you luffy please for the love of the all blue do NOT gum gum whip her around like a toy—")

unlike both her dads, ayari is actually being extremely picky with food in the beginning. she hates certain textures and cries like its the end of the world when her baby food isn't heated to the right temperature. funnily enough, one of the few times she ate something she didn't want is if chopper is next to her eating the same thing and telling her its yummy. dw none of the baby food goes to waste. they're all re-used somehow in the week's menu. or zoro just ends up eating it.

ussop made a lil wrap around cloth for ayari so that sanji could cook while carrying her hands free. or zoro could have her strapped onto his back and nap while he does pushups.

robin could be seen reading books to ayari when both zoro and sanji are out cold and exhausted from being first time parents. one or both of them would wake up to find robin telling little ayari histories of the islands they visit, or the countries they've saved. she tones down some of the darker elements until she's old enough to grasp it. ayari grows up with auntie robin's love of wanting to know the world.

nami started doing her makeup with ayari on her lap. she shows all the different little products to her, letting her touch her brushes and everything. nami even "does ayari's makeup" too aka she just tickles her face with the brushes and pretends to put makeup on her so she feels like she's doing it too. when she's a little older, ayari asks sanji to join them and more often than not, sanji is making lunch with a full face of makeup done by ayari.

ayari's teething toy is a little plastic mouth sword. zoro is infinitely happy about it.

in the beginning, sanji tried to take up most of the parental responsibilities up until the point that he got too sick to even stand. he was stressed and exhausted beyond belief, actually pushing zoro away a lot. but when he collapses one day sporting a fever that was highly too reminiscent of when nami was sick after little garden, it scares him enough to finally seek zoro out for help.

and its not like zoro has not Tried to take the load off. its just that sanji was still fighting all his repressed feelings for zoro and this undue pressure hes put on himself to become a better parent than judge ever was to him. that he could raise this child with love and attention and devotion, completely forgetting that hes not the only parent.

zoro and sanji have a heartfelt talk about how the wish that was granted on that island was a blessing beyond belief. that theres a reason ayari looks like both of them. that she takes after both of them.

they both wished for this child in the deepest depths of their hearts. they wanted not just to be together but to have someone that grows up loved by them. cared for by them. not a restart or a replacement for a lost loved one like they first thought it was. but a child who sees them — zoro and sanji — and will one day wish to have a love like theirs.

oh also "luffy" is ayari's first word because zoro and sanji say it so often to stop their captain from doing dangerous shit while he's holding her. in line with that, her second word is "stop" so the first sentence she ever says is "luffy stop!"

the crew are hysterical over it. sanji stares into the void bc he wished for ayari's first word to be "dada"

he settles with the little joy of her fourth word being "marimo"

because her third word was "curly" (something he nearly strangled zoro for)

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 2: Facesitting with Robin Buckley.

Pairing: Robin Buckley X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1538 Warnings: Cunninglingus (F receiving Oral sex), Lil bit of praise, Vaginal Fingering, Dominant!Reader, Reader is SO in love with her awkward GF, This is my first time writing WLW so forgive me if it's a little bad.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

"Robbie, if I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have suggested it." You'd said for the third time in the last 20 minutes.

The brunette in front of you stared back with wide eyes, mouth working and words coming out, but they were all nonsense ramblings brought on by your girlfriends anxiety.

See, you'd asked her to sit on your face.

And she was very worried about the same thing everyone worries about when they're faced with that suggestion.

"But what if I hurt you? I mean, we both know I don't exactly have the best coordination with both feet planted firmly on the floor. And!" She pointed at you as if she had thought of a new trump card. "Let's not forget the time I managed to fall off a chair I was sitting in, not even weirdly, like I was sitting like a normal person-" she continued on but all you could do was listen and watch fondly.

Her face was warm as you took her cheeks in your hands, silencing her ramblings with a kiss. "Robin. I know what I'm asking for, and I know what I'm doing. We don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but I need you to know that you can trust me with this." You whispered, lips brushing hers as she gazed at you with half lidden eyes.

She let out a slow breath as she stared back into your eyes, then she sighed again with more finality. "It does sound pretty hot..." She admitted, breaking eye contact.

You couldn't keep the teasing smugness from your face as you took her chin in hand and made her look at you again. "Yeah? Wanna say that with a little more conviction?" You teased quietly, earning a halfhearted glare.

It hadn't been your plan to do it now, but shit, who were you to say no when she's looking at you like that...?

Pretty blue eyes darkened to an almost storm cloud color, lips parted as quick little breaths escape, clearly craving another kiss from the way her gaze keeps flickering down to your lips.

At some point her hands had found your sides, her fingers were curled in the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline, and the slightest of tugs was all you needed to lean in and claim her lips once more.

It never ceases to amaze you just how soft she is, and not just her lips, her skin, her body, her hair. For as tough as she is with everything she's been through, she's still so soft and sweet in your hands.

She leaned into your hold, pressing her front to yours, which was made slightly awkward by her being a little taller than you, but your hold on her chin kept her bent to your level and under your thrall, not that that was particularly hard.

Robin is always putty in your hands.

"C'mere, pretty girl..." You murmured against her lips before pulling her back in, pressing soft lips to soft lips as hands roamed and caressed.

You didn't wait long to escalate things, slipping your tongue past the threshold of her mouth to tangle with hers, earning you a quiet moan as her fingers tightened their hold on your shirt.

A sweet little sound echoed in the space between you when you parted for air at last, and it was like a spark to gasoline in your belly.

You took her wrist in hand and all but dragged her to your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you before sitting on the bed, pulling her onto your lap.

She wasted no time threading her fingers into your hair, cradling where your head met your neck gently. Your hands were a bit less gentle as they gripped her hips, grinding the apex of her thighs against your jean clad lap.

Your lips met and parted over and over as gasps and moans and the movement of your bodies pulled your mouths apart only to bring them back together again, tongues and teeth tried to tangle and nip in vain, but neither of you cared.

Soon enough even this wasn't enough for the two of you and griping fingers slipped under shirts to cast them away, followed very shortly by pants, which resulted in a rather entertaining show for Robin as she watched you try to shimmy out of them without her moving, because there was no way in hell were you going to let her get up.

You were successful, but it resulted in a break to laugh at yourselves, the air feeling just a little bit lighter, though no less charged.

Once your wits returned to you, you took in the woman before you. Your beautiful girlfriend, in her mismatched underwear, cream bra and pink panties. The bra is your favorite, it has a little bow right between the cups and the fabric is soft like her skin. And the panties have a tiny lacy border around the top a shade darker and the way it contrasts with her completion makes your heart race.

And that was nothing compared to her face as she looks down at you, flushed pink from cheeks to chest, hair mussed and wild, from what you're not sure as you haven't touched her hair yet. Her eyes are shadowed and hot, like the last coals under all the ash, waiting patiently to be stoked.

Taking her hips in hand you pulled her back into you as you scooted up the bed. It forced her to shuffle a bit, but she wasn't complaining, not when you were laying back and tugging her up to straddle your chest.

"You doing okay, love?" You asked softly, watching her face for any hesitation, fully prepared to stop and shelf this idea.

None came, instead she took a deep breath. "I'm good, I'm great...Go slow?" Your chest ached with how much you love this girl.

"Of course, let me know if you want to stop." You ordered softly, thumb caressing the skin right at the edge of her panties.

"I will...Now will you please touch me." She begged, only half joking.

"What do you mean? I am touching you." You answered before laying a smack to her ass. "Get up here."

And like that she was shuffling the rest of the way up, till a knee rested on either side of your head with care, a pair of sodden panties inches from your face, so close you could smell her, and it was like ambrosia, one could get drunk on Robin alone.

With your arms wrapped around behind her you pulled her in, pressing your mouth to the wet cotton, right where you knew her poor neglected clit was hiding, and gave it a suck.

Robin's body jolted and her back arched a little, so you did it again and she gave a repeat.

Deciding the third time was the charm, you did it again and held the suction for a moment, or three, longer. Watching as she whined and wiggled wanting more but unable to move in your iron grip.

Deciding to have mercy on your pretty girl you tugged her panties to the side and ran your tongue from bottom to top, capping it off with a suck directly on her clit. She cried out something that you're sure was meant to be your name, but with the way her gasp cut it off it was hard to tell.

Once she seemed used to being above you, you decided to give her one final push, and tugged her down to rest fully on your face. Your nose was smushed against her mons and caught her clit every so often as your mouth devoured her pussy, wet as much from you as from her at this point.

She didn't resist, already so overwhelmed by pleasure that she was putty in your hands.

It didn't take long to pull her first orgasm from her, pent up as she tends to be.

Her skin was tacky with sweat as she quivered and whined, thighs clenching your head as she gripped your hair with one hand and held herself steady against the wall with the other.

Now, normally you would give her a break between rounds, but you weren't done with her just yet.

So, when she went to move you held her in place, returning to the same rhythm you'd had a moment ago.

Unlike a moment ago, however, you pressed two fingers into her dripping cunt, feeling around for all of a second before finding that wonderful spot, and bullying it till she shook.

Robin's initial sound of confusion turned into one of shock, then finally one of pleasure as she fell into your touch once more, letting you wring another orgasm from her.

And it was spectacular.

Her back arched as her eyes rolled, her voice went from loud to silent as she struggled to draw breath, her hands gripped your hair so tight your scalp burned a little. But the best part, was the way she seemed to freeze for just a second before drenching your face.

You held her steady above you as she tried to catch her breath.

"That's my girl..."

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Fujin(s) x Reader: Wind Twins(Smut)

Context: We getting two Fujins let's go! Braid Fujin and short haired Fujin.

Warning: Threesome. Spitroast. A little self love in the beginning 😏 eat up baes ~~~~~~~~~~~~ What the hell was Kronika up to this time?

Whatever it was, it's no good. But this time... you just have to let it slide.

Your face was so hot as both of your wrists were in the hands of Fujin. One hand gripped in the present. The other gripped in the past.

Both looked really hungry at you.

"I don't think I can do two..." You bit your lip and pressed your thighs together as a slick heat was getting built by the mere thought of struggling with two cocks.

"Oh darling, you don't understand. You don't have much of a choice." The present braided Fujin informs you. Of course, they both know you really LOVE being pursued like that.

And off, your clothes were in the matter of seconds, getting them torn off by two versions of your lover. You were absolutely living the dream.

Getting pushed on the bed, you grunted and peered up to see those two already got there clothes off as well. They weren't wasting time.

"Why don't we get her riled up more?" The past Fujin whispers in a sultry tone to the other.

"Great idea."

The scene before your very eyes made you grip the sheets, bite your lip, and got your pussy to the point it's dripping.

Both of the wind daddies brushed up against each other before opening their mouths for a very passionate kiss. Hot moans stirred between them. You can see how aggressive the kiss was, how their tongues were really wrestling each other.

They grinded their hardened shafts together, both leaking with pre cum. Everyone in the room is extremely hormonal tonight.

You had to touch yourself a little watching them dry hump their cocks together while tongue dancing all for the purpose of giving you a show. Until they're ready for the next.

"Ah! Neither one of us permitted you to touch yourself now, did we?" The long braid one chastised.

"No." You sulk at the scold.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I think she needs to be punished. Don't you think, future me?" The grey short haired man shook his head and clicked his tongue, looking at the other.

"I think so very much. Stand." He commands.

You get out of bed and stand bare and so exposed before them. The present Fujin goes behind you as the other is still in front.

Your wrists were restrained with one hand by present Fujin, and he presses a hand on your back to guide you to bend.

You do so. Now the past Fujin's cock was right in your face.

"Suck him off, love." The voice behind you commanded.

Listening, you took the pretty cock in your mouth. You could only suck gently on the pink head until he places a hand in your hair and moves his hips forward, already trying to deepthroat you.

Too focused on not trying to choke on him, you let out a muffled squeak when you feel another large length rest along the line of your perfect ass.

Fujin behind you wouldn't enter yet. Last thing they wanted was to overwhelm you already, and you end up breaking on them.

"I didn't say stop." Front Fujin turns your head back forward and gets you to statt sucking again as he moves in and out slowly in your throat.

This wasn't the most neatest position, as you were drooling on your chin around his cock. If it was saliva. But this alone continues for a few minutes until the Fujin behind you decides you're ready for next level.

You groan a little feeling your cheeks get spread. Your wet cunt clenches hearing the soft laughter as the god sees how turned on you got.

"So pretty back here." He compliments, eyeing all of it. He grabs his thick cock and taps it at your coo lips. Then, he rubs it against the fluid. You had to produce a lot for him to get lubed this way.

All the easier for him to gently slide in there and cause you to react pleasingly.

"Mmf! Mmmmmf!!" Past Fujin had to slide his cock out briefly so you can let it out. Also, for a brief check-up to see if you were all well.

"Does that feel good, darling?" The Fujin in your pussy asks as he slowly pushes until he's balls deep.

"Oh, yes! It do- mmph!" Your mouth gets stuffed again. You were okay.

"She's taking her punishment so well." The face fucking Fujin chides.

"As a good girl should. She's lovely back here. How about up there?"

"Hmm.... Think she could use a little motivation."

Listening to his past self, Fujin pulls back and stabs his cock forcefully inside you, smacking your cervix with his tip and making you moan louder and up your head game.

"That's it..."

My God, you were doing really well with two cocks in you.

Majority of the noise filling the room were really sloppy sounds. Your pussy getting fucked raw and really damp, and you sucking and throating the other not so nicely.

Your eyes were rolling back. Dreaming is where you are right now.

They would eventually find a synchronized pace, first one cock pulls out the other push in you. Then and currently, both cocks are plowing into you since they were such insatiable men.

The taste you were getting was getting saltier and they were going a little more rough on your poor being. Your eyes shut as you feel your tummy tighten uncomfortably until you just had to go.

Tears poured as you whimper and cum. Following shortly, white fluid leaked from your vagina and your mouth as both of them came, still fucking both ends of you until they were finally done with you.

You were unaware when they cleaned you up but you recall being placed on the soft mattress.

You most definitely recall when they laid beside you, cuddling you as you were losing full unconsciousness between them.

Best thing to ever happen.

[supernatural-thingz]

On Fire

Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Poly!lost boys x hellhound!reader

18+

Y/n sat quietly in the candle lit cave as her boys were out causing chaos. After some time had passed, she put her book down and decided to get cleaned up, her body still cased in ash from her shift earlier. She wandered through the caverns of the endless cave. It's really quite a fascinating structure. Some of the cave was mad up from this old chic hotel but other parts were formed over the years naturally and she loved the little pieces of nature hidden of the depths of their cave. Hidden away in the depths of the cave was a spring of ocean water that pooled in and made the perfect bath. The boys had put candles all around and Marko even snagged a few towels from some surfers he was harrasing on the beach. As she stepped into the room, it was dark. Not a single candle was lit but that's an easy fix. She flashed her eyes a crimson red and snapped her fingers together, emitting a flame around the room that lit all the candles. She smirked in satisfaction. Hellhounds could control fire and have incredible strength. Even more powerful than a werewolf but kind of similar. Y/n took her hair down and stripped off the random tshirt and sweatpants she had thrown on before entering the water. The ocean water felt cool on her skin as she scrubbed the soot from her body. Once she was clean of ash, she leaned against the edge of the pool just relaxing in the cool water.

It didn't last as long as y/n had hoped as she heard whoops and hollers echo through the cave. The boys were home. Dwayne was the first one to find y/n. "You know, if shifting causes you to have to bathe more, I'm all for it" he smirked as he peeled of his blood clad jacket and jeans before joining y/n in the pool. Y/n laughs and looks Dwayne over. He had blood all over him. These boys were messy esters. Even more so when they're pissed off. "Well considering how messy you all are, I think us all bathing more would be beneficial" y/n teases. Dwayne laughs as he gets closer to y/n and wraps his hands around her waist. Y/n studied his face. He had streaks of blood on his cheeks. She cupped water in her hand and washed away the red from his smooth skin. Dwayne watched her every move. He had never known such kindness. She was the kindest soul he had ever known and it still shocked him that he was theirs. Dwayne locked eyes with y/n and went to kiss her but they were both covered in a huge splash of water. "It was definitely a blonde" y/n said as she wiped the sea water out of her eyes. Marko now stood in the pool laughing his ass off. His curls now wet and crumbling apart making his hair look longer than usual. "I had to do it! It was too perfect of an opportunity!" Marko reasoned as he waded over to Dwayne and y/n. "Bullshit, you jealous little ass!" Dwayne bellowed as he grabbed Marko and dunked him under the water. Y/n shook her head and smirked at their antics before walking up to Dwayne and kissing his lips. "You know how jealous he gets, D." She teases knowing full well that Marko can hear her. Marko wasted no time striding over to y/n in the pool and smashed his lips into hers with such force that she hit the side of the pool. "I know my jealousy drives you wild, baby" Marko winks. "Excuse me but this is just rude!" Paul yells as he entered the room and kicked off his boots before making quick work of his clothes and joining the trio in the pool. "Starting the party without the best member?" Paul teased, grabbing y/n away from Marko. His eyes didn't land on her eyes like they typically did. Hid eyes were trained on the still fading scar on y/n's chest, right below her collarbone. Y/n grabbed his chin and picked his head up to meet her gaze. "I'm OK,Paulie. I promise." She reassures, quickly kissing his lips. He brushed his hand over her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I just worry about you, sweetness. I can't help it. I just wanna protect you from everything and anything. I want nothing to hurt you or pierce this beautiful skin." Paul leaned his forehead onto hers before taking a deep breathe. "I heal, hunny. I'm not as fragile as I look" y/n smirked before running her hands over Paul's shoulders. Paul immediately smiles "Oh I know you're not fragile, sweetheart. You can't be with us around. I'm sure we would of broken you by now if you weren't so tough." Paul winked before kissing her lips and diving into the pool to clean off his dinner. Y/n felt a presence and knew immediately who the feeling belonged to. She looked over at the doorway and David was leaning against it. His icy blue eyes watching the boys goofing around in the pool and you.

"Our pest problem has been taken care of, my love" David cooed as he entered the room and took off his blood stained clothes. He never broke eye contact with y/n as he entered the pool and made his way directly to her. He grabbed her hips as he got close enough and pulled her close. " Thank you for taking care of them. They were just gonna be a problem." Y/n said as she put her hands on David's chest. "They hurt our queen. We couldn't possibly let them just walk away" David responded as he held y/n in his arms. Y/n hummed as she felt safe in his arms. Surrounded by her boys. Everything felt right.

David swiftly caught her legs over his arms and put them around his waist. " I hear Paul made you a promise if you were good while we were gone and the cave's not on fire so I'd say you listened" David said as he slowly moved his hips, making his length tease against her. Y/n let out a hum that got all the other boys attention. "I..I just read my book....and took a bath." Y/n was able to answer breathlessly as David continued to move his hips, teasing her. "I'd say that counts as being good" David cooed before he captured her lips in a heated kiss and grabbed her ass with both hands. She swiftly lifted her up in the water slightly and slid his length into her. She let out a cry of bliss. Dwayne soon stood behind her, holding her up. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and started kissing the side of her neck. As David increased his pace, y/n leaned back into Dwayne more. Dwayne held her shoulders and reclined her back into the water so that she was laying on it, floating. Marko and Paul immediately came over and stared kissing her now fully exposed torso as Dwayne continued to kiss her neck and face. David rocketed his hips to meet hers and she bit her lip as her eyes turned red. "There you go,baby. Relax. Let us take care of you" Dwayne whispered in her ear. Her back arched as David continued at his quick speed. " Fuck this feels amazing" she gasped out as the boys just smirked. David clenched his jaw as he grabbed her hips with a bruising strength and rutted into her. David's eyes turned gold as his speed began to grow sloppy and y/n let out a moan as they released together. "Fuck Kitten. Feels like you bring me back to life" David groaned as he pulled out and trailed kisses up her stomach.

Paul was quick to take David's place between her legs. "You still with us,sugar?" Paul asked as he pulled y/n up so that her chest was against his. "You know it takes more than that to knock me out" y/n teases with half lidded eyes. She felt another pair of hands sneak around her stomach and looked over her shoulder to see Marko, grinning from ear to ear. "I think me and Paul have a plan to knock you out" Marko teased before kissing her neck. "Oh yeah?" She questioned, biting her lip. "Yeah,sweets. I think you deserve it after the day you've had" Paul adds as he smashes his lips into hers. She kisses him back,weaving her fingers through his long blonde hair. Paul then moves a hand down to her folds and his touch sends Shockwave through her whole body. "Fuck! Paulie please!" Y/n cried out begging him for more than just a touch.

He laughed a little before lining himself up with her entrance and rocking his hips forward but after that he stills his movement and moves his mouth to her ear. "You think you can handle me and Marko, sweetness? You gonna be a good girl while we tear you apart?" Paul teased with a pleased smirk. Paul was quite the tease when he wanted to be. Yeah most of the time he was a golden retriever goofball but times like these seemed to ignite his more dominant instincts and it was intoxicating. Y/n nods at a loss for words and Paul kisses her jaw as he starts to move his hips, dragging in and out of her slowly. He knew how to tease her. How to get her exactly where he wanted her. This woman was his world. A goddess. He wanted to treat her as such at any chance he got. Y/n's mouth remained open as she gasped at all the places Paul's length was hitting just right at this slow speed. But she wanted more. She pulled at the blonde vamps hair, unable to voice what she wanted as she was lost in the pleasure. Paul laughed as he let out a breathy moan. "Fuck yeah,baby. You want more?" Paul asked as Marko began biting at her neck from behind. "Yes" y/n groaned out. What she wasn't expecting was the feeling of Marko's hand feeling for her entrance and then him rocketing his hips,plunging into her in rhythm with Paul. Y/n lets out a screech and wraps her arm back towards Marko as she rakes he nails across his shoulder. "Shhh. Easy, Mi amore" Marko whispered as him and Paul stilled their movement and allowed her to adjust to them. "Fuck,sweets! If you keep squeezing us like that, we aren't lasting too long" Paul groans as he feels y/n's heat flutter against him. Once the boys felt satisfied that they had given y/n enough time to adjust, they both started rocking their hips in rhythm. Moans and groans came from all 3 of them as they moved together, the water around them splashing up at the momentum. Y/n's eyes turned red and her face started to smolder with a slight flame as she grabbed onto Marko with one hand and Paul with the other. "Ready,my love? Together OK?" Paul cooed with half lidded eyes. Y/n nodded as she threw her head back against Marko's chest and both vamps let out a moan while y/n's back arched at she let out a moan. "Fuck!" Marko exclaimed as he pulled out of her and tried to catch his breath (yeah he doesn't breath but old habits right?). Paul follows suit and peppers kisses over her face.

She looked drunk. She was in complete bliss. Exhausted but happy. Paul picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the pool where a towel clad Dwayne was waiting with a towel. Dwayne took her in his arms and wrapped the towel around her before carrying her out of the room and through the cave pathways to her bed. Well it was more their bed now since the boys preferred sleeping by her instead of in their usual spots. She was home for them. She was their safety. Dwayne laid y/n down in her bed and pulled the blanket over her towel clad form. Her eyes fought off sleep as she stared up at Dwayne. "But what about you?" Y/n asked with a voice full of sleep while reaching a hand out to him. Dwayne grabbed her hand and kissed it before laying down next to her and kissing her temple. "Later,Princess. Now you sleep." Dwayne anwsers as he pulls her onto his chest and notices how fast she falls asleep. Paul comes into the room not long after and curled up next to her, kissing her shoulder before nuzzling into her sleeping form. Marko then comes in and lays across her feet like a lap dog cuz let's be real he's just everyone's favorite rabid chihuahua. Finally, David joins his family laying on the other side of her as he observes the way she had fallen asleep in Dwayne's arms practically laying on him. Their little Hellhound.

[yandere-wishes]

BOY DO I HAVE IDEAS FOR YANDERE!FIVES

I wrote hcs for him years ago but i'll paraphrase some points from there:

Fives is a (mostly) harmless yandere who just really wants to please you! When he falls, he falls fast and deep. Once he decides he likes you and you're going to be his cyare (what I like to call a clone's darling), he's latched onto you and he will never leave. No matter how much you try to leave him, he will find you. Where there's a will, there's a way. Romantic.

"Where are you going? I'll come with you!"

Echo's a little jealous now that all of Fives' attention is focused on you but he's happy Fives has found his cyare.

As soft as he is for you, it doesn't mean he won't get violent. But not to you, never you! Compared to his brothers, Fives is calmer and prefers nonviolent means to get rid of anyone he perceives as competition but as soon as anyone makes you upset is having an unfortunate encounter staring down the end of his blaster barrel (away from you ofc).

Oh, and don't think you can come to the Jedi or other clones for help. Most of the Jedi are enabling and the clones work together and help each other out with their cyares. You're stuck with him <3

Fives is literally the LOVE OF MY LIFE!! I have been obsessed with him since episode 5 and am so happy to learn that he and Echo will be getting more screen time!!

You're 100% right, when Fives falls HE FALLS HARD. Poor baby can't get you out of his mind, constantly thinking about how soft your skin feels when you accidentally brushed past him in the halls. How sweet your laughter is when you giggle at a joke. How delicious your lips would taste when you grace him with kisses. How melodious your voice would sound uttering his name. You're just so dreamy and he's desperate to have you. I think the first thing he'd do when he realizes he can't get you out of his head is go to either Rex or Cody (Or maybe Anakin) to ask for advice. Obviously his older brothers (and general) wouldn't mind giving him some guidance. Tips on how to win her over. Ballpark estimates of what girls like (following the ever-basic "buy her flowers, girls love that stuff"). The most effective way of killing off anyone who gets too close to her without her tracing it back to you. Where the Chloroform is kept (You can't just hit your cyare in the back of the head with a blaster, it's just not right vod) They're all so helpful. Fives definitely takes their advice, although admittedly he'd be happier if you fell in love with him on your own accord. He'd feel kinda bad about kidnapping you.

Now Fives is definitely the clingy type. Trailing after you like a lost puppy, he's actually kinda excited when you leave the Jedi temple cause that means the two of you can go outside together. He's got no sense of personal space, constantly holding your hand or having an arm around your waste.

"Hold on mesh'la! Why are you walking so fast? It almost looks like you're trying to get away from me."

Tup and Echo are a little annoyed with how much of their vod's time you occupy. And how he's always talking about you. Still, they're happy for him and they'll do anything to make sure you stay with Fives. Despite their jealousy, they do try to be good wingmen. Even if that means stalking you through the streets of Coruscant. And forcefully dragging you back into Fives loving arms.

I agree!! He's totally super protective of his cyare!! Making sure that anyone who hurts you (physically or emotionally) is dealt with rapidly. He also likes to eliminate competition before it fully arises. Oh, someone looked at you from across the dance floor. Their corpse will be found the next morning in the trashcan. Did some guy ask for your number? Well, they had to take a quick "trip" to the "outer rim", so you won't be hearing from them for a while. After some time I feel like his darling would just give up and accept that they can't leave him. He's a great lover and he's so cute, I can't help but imagine that reader slowly starts to fall (very hard) for Fives too!!

The Jedi totally encourage this behavior. The poor clone troopers need love too! Anakin is super proud of Fives for picking such a sweet girl and if you ever go to him for help trying to escape your new lover. Then Anakin would harshly chaste you and drag you back to Fives personally. Ashoka would just start listing off reasons why Fives is the best lover for you. And Obi-Wan would hear nothing of it, Fives has gone to so much trouble for you at least try to show some gratitude!

I like to think that clones don't go after each other's lovers and are super respectful to one another. Push comes to shove, some clones just end up sharing a lover. What I wouldn't give to be shared between my favorite clones~💜

[whumpshaped]

For Beck, what was it like for him when he first started noticing that he was... enjoying the entire vampire bite thing? When did Helle first enthrall him, since he didn't on purpose the first time?

:) thank u anon ur first question hit a point i was eager to write abt. the second is very exciting too, but it came juuuust a bit later at a different time... i will write it though !

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tw vampire whumper, possessive whumper, gaslighting, mind control, basically noncon drugging, manhandling, noncon biting, and EXTREMELY suggestive stuff, i would go as far as to say it's noncon vampire kinky stuff

"No, wait, wait!" Beck hit the soft bed with a yelp, and he immediately tried to get up to scurry away. Helle was on him in an instant, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head.

"Oh, I waited once. I am not in the mood today." They didn't sound angry, not yet anyway. They just sounded... less playful, which began to become the new angry in Beck's mind. He knew there would be hell to pay if he actually made them angry, but their fleeting moods of practicality were scary enough for now.

"No, Helle, please, not today, please not today! Any day but today, please!"

That seemed to pique their interest. He was still weakly trying to get out from under them, tears stinging his eyes and quickly trickling down the sides of his face as he moved around. "Why?" was all they asked, and Beck slowly stopped struggling.

Why?

Why, of course they wanted to know why, and now he had to explain or get bitten.

"I– can I explain tomorrow?" he sniffled, not even trying to sound as pathetic as he ended up being. "Please, just, just give me 24 hours, I will be ready by the door and you can tear my neck open and whatever else you want! Not today, please–"

"No, I need an explanation today," they cut in. Beck swallowed when they leaned down, gently dragging their fingers along his throat. "If I am to miss out on such fine blood for a whole night, I absolutely must know why. Only a fool would give it up without good reason."

"It's o-only a good reason to– to me... b-but it's so important to me, I– please, I will tell you everything later, tomorrow! Anything!"

"You are not on top of your bargaining game today, human, and I am losing interest very quickly."

Beck knew they were being genuine, he could see it in their eyes. So he bit the bullet and just said it, a blush creeping onto his face and probably making him all the more enticing as he did so. "I have a date."

Helle's hand stilled on his neck. The entire vampire stilled, in that unnatural way only someone undead could, and for a moment Beck thought they were about to laugh. He might've preferred it to the cold 'oh' he eventually received in response.

"I just– I don't want to be dizzy and bleeding, and, and I don't want her to think I'm– I'm..."

"What? A thrall? A bloodbag? The unluckiest man alive for having wandered into that alley? Do you actually think I care for your little mortal love affairs?"

Oh, they were angry now, and Beck backtracked as fast as he could, openly crying now. God, he was so terrified of them. "No, n-no, I'm sorry, it was stupid– please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste your time..." He could just cancel. He could cancel and reschedule.

To when, if they're feeding every single night? an insistent voice whispered, and he brushed it off as quickly as it came.

"Please don't be angry," he whimpered, tilting his head to expose a row of healed and half-healed bite marks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me."

"The living are so tiresome," they sighed, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing his head further to the left to the point it hurt. He didn't complain. "But, lucky you, I am forgiving."

It did not feel like that as they bit down, and he whined again, glad to have the sound muffled by his blanket. Maybe it was never going to get less terrifying to be fed on in his own home. To see his own bed, feel it under his back, and have the vampire on top of him. These were two things that never should've collided.

But here he was, trying to tune it out as Helle clearly made it hurt more than necessary. He knew enough by now that he could tell when they did that, and today was definitely–

"A-ah," he gasped, the half-whimper half-moan escaping him involuntarily.

-

They weren't jealous, they told themself as they accidentally pushed some venom into their human's neck. It wasn't enough to be noticeable, but it was enough to have an effect; Beck would simply have to discern whether his body betrayed him on his own or with a bit of help.

They pulled away, pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, in the dating mindset already?" they hissed, way more vicious than they intended. "You will end up making me feel bad after all, for stealing such precious sounds from your girlfriend."

"I– I don't– she's not– I don't know what–"

"Keep quiet. I will have my meal in peace." They bit down again, purposely sucking a prominent hickey onto his neck. None of his cute little shirts were going to cover this one, they made sure of that.

They weren't jealous. They were... territorial, as all vampires. They told themself that over and over as they slowly released more and more venom and heard the human moan again before choking out a helpless little sob, clearly very afraid of the consequences.

"You– you're using–" they moved their hand to cover his mouth, deciding to finish feeding first and lie later.

-

It had to be. It had to be the venom. He couldn't feel it being injected into his neck, but he felt good, and it had to be the venom, because he never felt good when being bitten, it hurt, and he didn't like pain, he didn't. And Helle was especially rough tonight– so why else would his mind be so hazy? Why else would it be so hard to stifle moans even under the threat of more pain?

He was just caught off guard by venom, that was it. Helle had never used it before. Why now? They weren't jealous, were they? No, he trashed that thought before it could take root in his mind, focusing instead on keeping his composure.

He was burning up by the time the vampire finished, and he couldn't bear to meet their eyes even after they pulled back and let go of his jaw. "I'm sorry," he said immediately, voice thick with something he didn't want to think about. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to cover my mouth, I was just– I didn't expect it, I'm sorry–"

"You know I am not using any venom this time around," they said simply, and Beck's heart sank. No, that couldn't be right. "But I will be mindful of just how painful I make it on your next date night, now that I know it makes you act out."

"N-no, that's not– I don't like the bites, I'm not into–"

"Sorting that out isn't any of my concern, you can do that alone in your free time. Or with her. But I have a particular distaste for people throwing around accusations like that, so do not try to tell me what I did or didn't do again." They waited a moment, and Beck tried to process everything he'd just heard. It wasn't venom. What was it, then? Was it really just... him? Helle grabbed his face again and forced him to look up at them, all but growling, "Do you understand me, human?"

"Yes! Y-yes, I'm sorry, it won't happen again," he said hastily, more than relieved when Helle let go of him and got off the bed.

"Good," they said lightly before they turned to leave the bedroom and hopefully his apartment. "My warmest regards to the missus."

Beck stayed lying on the bed as the footsteps slowly got quieter, going towards the front door. Then there was a click, a creak, and a soft thud as he was left alone.

He stared at the ceiling and tried to will it to stop spinning. He wasn't entirely sure it was the blood loss that made it so finicky — it was likely just the emotions. Maybe this was some sort of trauma response. Maybe– maybe this was common among vampire victims. He would have to look that up later.

He didn't know how much time had passed until he finally calmed down enough to get up and grab his phone, and he realised with a wince that it was ten minutes past the agreed upon time. He had two messages from her, one being a simple 'excited to meet up tonight :)' and the second a more careful 'does tonight still stand?'

He called her, ready to talk about a strange vampire in an alley, to say he was attacked and he just wanted to be at home. It would've been halfway to the truth, really.

"Beck? Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah... yeah, I'm so sorry, I'm running late. I'll be right there, my phone was just– it's an old one, a bit glitchy, I couldn't call in advance–"

But he needed to get out and socialise. He needed to feel what it was actually like to be naturally pulled to someone, a human, instead of a rigid fucking corpse.

"Oh, don't worry about it! God, I was thinking up the worst scenarios in my head," she said with a nervous chuckle. "I'll be waiting, then!"

So he got ready. He cleaned his neck and put on a turtleneck that would be way too warm for an inside date, got in his car despite feeling lightheaded, and drove right to the selected restaurant. He walked in and tried to act like he always did, complimented her dress like he had any capacity to care for it, and sat across from her for three hours, chatting away like the two of them always had at work.

And he didn't think about how the two felt nothing-alike. He didn't concern himself with the memories that took all his focus, didn't stress over wanting Helle to sit across from him instead, and definitely ignored the growing pit in his stomach as he thought over and over again about their threat, reminding himself that it wasn't a promise.

'I will be mindful of just how painful I make it on your next date night.'

~

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[reconstructwriter]

So I Finally Finished Attack of the Clones

...for the very first time. When did this movie come out again? I am late, is there still room on this bandwagon? Anyway more thought vomiting on this movie...

Sith Pattern: I do appreciate that Palpatine is old, rich, white male fascist. Dooku is old, rich, white male fascist. Anakin shakes things up a bit by starting out young and poor but he’ll get there and has the rest down. Meanwhile our heroes are Padme Amidala, Mace Windu, Yoda, Bail, etc. Would have loved for George Lucas’ original casting of Obi Wan to have gone through! This does make Mirror!verses and morality flip AU's very weird because the Galaxy is being saved from aliens by three white guys? Unfortunate implications aside I can suspend a lot of disbelief about laser-swords and magic IN SPACE but I gotta draw the line somewhere.

Anakin’s attachment: Is well-shown here with convenient comparison to Cleigg – her husband and her son, the two who should love Shmi the most. At her funeral Cleigg is all ‘you’re in a better place. Thank you for the time we had,’ vs Anakin’s ‘I wasn’t strong enough to save you, I won’t fail again’ and ‘I miss you’. Exact opposites. Cleigg was entirely focused on Shmi while Anakin was focused on himself.

Also Anakin’s focus kinda screwed up Obi Wan’s mission when he wasted precious moments FINDING Anakin to get his galactically-important message through.

Mace Windu Not Killing Dooku: Shatterpoint, along with some fanfics, has Mace beating himself up for not ending the war by killing Dooku but my man you’re too hard on yourself! You only killed Jango when he decided to fuck around and find out with you in the death arena. Dooku did not fuck around and find out so your only chance would’ve been to throw away all your Jedi morals and stab him in the back! Thus risking becoming Darth Tyrannus 2.0 and screwing the galaxy.

Jango why did you fuck around and find out? I get Mace held a laser sword to your throat and you had a working jetpack going into the arena…but that arena is No Man’s Land. Even if Galidraan was canon you could’ve stayed back and taken pot shots.

The scene with Boba giving one last keldabe kiss to his father’s helmet is heartbreaking! Ouch!!!

Padme: So I kinda get being willing to confess her terrible taste in men on Space Fantasy Death Row. She doesn’t want to live a lie and is straight up expecting to die so what does it matter if she confesses? And then she does live so consequence time! Still feels like she’s ignoring the genocide – or George Lucas is ignoring the obvious implications. Genocide does work for foreshadowing Jedi genocide and Nazi comparisons (boy howdy does it!!!). But murdering every single member of an entire tribe down to the babes in arms doesn’t work for ���Anakin doesn’t Fall here, he just dips his toe in the Dark’.

Padme otherwise doesn’t seem too terribly out of character throughout. She stands her ground against Anakin and where she does give in – rescuing Shmi – or chooses to go after Obi Wan? Well both did do her immensely big favors it’d be weirder if she brushed them off. Plus, rescuing both comes with additional benefits – no assassin will look for her on Tattooine (it worked before) and Obi Wan’s rescue could offer the opportunity to discuss peace with the Separatists before war happened.

And it did – in the cut scene :P

Dual with Dooku: So Anakin did put his duty first when Padme fell in the (barren, sans enemies) sand with an ally but damn if his attachment to her wasn’t still affecting him. The hot-headed idiotic attack was the worst possible timing! Why does everyone beat Mace up (including the man himself) for not killing Dooku but give Anakin a pass when he had every chance of ending the war Right There if he’d been able to keep his head on straight for two minutes.

The End: As with the first movie, we end with Mace and Yoda clearly knowing what the Sith are doing, though they're split with Mace believing Dooku while Yoda thinks its a trick. And I think they’re both right because I read somewhere Dooku and Palpatine were hoping to sow doubt between the Jedi and the Senate but also was telling the truth – from a certain point of view. Anyway, they aren't oblivious. Yoda straight up says the Shroud of the Dark Side has Fallen.

The last scene really drives that home! How the beginning of the war is the beginning of the Empire. The war kills the Republic and this is repeatedly smacked into our brains with the imagery of Palpatine standing at the head of everyone else, the most powerful Supreme Chancellor ever as the army of white-clad troopers marches out into the galaxy below him. The Destroyers lift off. The Empire’s freaking theme music plays.

Overall the movie had its high points and stinkers but that was a damn fine end!

[semisolidmind]

I am in love with your jttw posts! They're awesome! I wanted to ask about your thoughts on a scenario with Bad End Sun reacting to seeing reader being pissed for the first time. Like, the reason Wukong fell for reader in the first place is because of their sweet, fun-loving personality, and their ability to brush off negativity. But the moment he returns from being under the mountain for 500 years, and starts threatening reader's loved ones, the reader isn't afraid to let Wukong know that they will do their level best to kill him if he lays a hand on their husband or children, even with the knowledge that they definitely don't stand a chance against him. I just love the idea of a reader that isn't afraid to throw down when the time calls for it. Feel free to ignore this ask, but I hope you have a great day! 💙

ooh, reader gettin sassy with the great sage? that can't end well;

let's say reader gives her big speech about family and love and how wukong could never truly understand what those mean because he only ever thinks of himself, and how she's willing to fight even him if necessary, and–

he's laughing.

"Oh, sweet peach, you're too much!" he says, chuckling even as she glares daggers at him. "You always were one for jokes, but this one is particularly hilarious!"

her "husband" (wukong sneers at the thought) lays prone on the ground a few feet away, tied by a magic snare, the grip of which renders him too breathless to speak. their children (when had that happened?) cower by him, too afraid to even whimper. the monkey king pays them no mind, his burning eyes focused only on the one in front of him. even now, 500 years later, she's still as wonderful as he remembers her, even with such fury in her eyes.

he's happy to see she's still so lively.

lively enough to aim a fist at him and swing. he catches it easily, but his eyes widen regardless. there was skill and power in that hit, for all the good it did. the traitor must have been training her.

"Good effort! If it were anyone else but me, you could have made contact. But, my darling lotus, we waste our time here. Out of respect for my once dear brother, I'll let him and his children live. You, however, will be coming with me." wukong purrs, grabbing reader and putting her over his shoulder.

and though she kicks and curses, reader is taken away, macaque barely able to call out to her through the pain of the snare's grip. the kids are able to free him eventually, magically gifted in their own rights. reader is gone again, leaving her little family behind to come up with a plan to defeat a nigh invincible enemy to save her.

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To Find Your Reflection

Summary: Griffin tries to outsmart Valtor while they're sparring but he's expecting her moves. While he doesn't turn her spell on her per se, he still ends up using it to his advantage. Or rather to both their advantage. Set in the Fallen Love universe. My previous Kinktober entry - Face to Face - is referenced. AO3 | FFN

Griffin's hair whipped behind her like she were a ballerina spinning around, following a carefully memorized routine.

It wouldn't take a newcomer long at all to figure out they weren't using the dance studio as intended.

The wall of mirrors captured every angle of her movements and revealed the instinct driving them underneath the precision.

There was no time to think. If she stopped for a moment, she'd lose precious velocity, would fail to react in time to Valtor's incoming attacks.

Spells came naturally to her tongue. The steady stream of power in her hands shifted by the second, only guided by the swishing of his coat, by the twitch of his fingers. Should she wait for his magic to finalize, take form and move their surroundings, it would already be too late.

Still, she was on borrowed time. All he needed to do was tire her out, his reserve of magical energy far grander than any other living being's.

Closing the distance between them was dangerous but her only hope was to outsmart him.

Being too vain for his own good, he threw magic on protective charms for his clothes in battle. He'd hate to see them destroyed, his coat in particular.

She only needed to touch it. Her power would animate it and force him to slow down if he were unwilling to burn it right off his shoulders.

The floor dipped under her feet.

Griffin leaped towards Valtor.

Her magic softened her landing – too close for him to try that again. As soon as her toes touched the ground, she redirected the rest of it into the building charge in her palm.

Valtor already expected her. He caught her hand into his and siphoned the hex away from it.

His free hand brushed against his reflection, the magic draining harmlessly into the enchanted mirror.

Griffin focused the rest of her power on filling her lungs with air.

There were no more viable moves for her.

She had to admit defeat.

Valtor tugged her closer and wrapped his arm around her. Her chest pushed in him with every heaving breath while he was decidedly unaffected.

Then again, he didn't really need to breathe. Not nearly as often as she did.

"I fear I have fallen prey to you, dearest," he sighed theatrically just to make sure they were pressed as close into each other as possible. "Watching you visibly plot my downfall has left me rather... wound-up."

He lifted her fingers to his mouth to press a kiss to them.

She was still coming down from their battle. The rush of arousal on top of it would have brought her to her knees if he weren't clutching her so close to him.

"Though, I suppose there's no harm done," Valtor continued, thumb rubbing patterns into the back of her hand. "We will always be drawn right back to each other."

Griffin followed his gaze to the mirror.

Her reflection didn't look back at her, was too busy kissing Valtor's. Half their clothes were already on the floor and she had her nails into him while he was working on the lacing in the front of her bodice.

Valtor leaned in, his breath tickling her earlobe. "They're not wasting any time making use of that."

Griffin hummed; the sound thrumming through her body had to go somewhere. "Of course not. When that's what you had them do."

Still, she couldn't tear her gaze away. She had to grasp at Valtor, dig her nails into his coat to stop herself from reaching out and pressing her hand into the scene before her eyes.

It wasn't right.

To watch him push her into the mirror and feel not the cold and hardness of the surface against her back but the heat of his skin, of his arm still wrapped around her. To see him cup her breast and lavish it with kisses from his hungry mouth while stuffed in all of her clothes. To witness with her own eyes his fingers disappearing into her and remain just as empty, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"It was your spell that brought them to life, dearest," Valtor's fingers leisurely stroked up and down her spine, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "I have no power over them."

Griffin forced herself to meet his eyes despite whatever truths he might find in them. He'd already read everything he needed in her body language. There wasn't a thought in her head she could keep from him as he'd proven during their sparring.

"Then why do this at all?"

The look in his eyes darkened – not with arousal but something more visceral, something between lust and blood lust. Like he'd reach into her chest and rip out her heart to drink up all the blood spilling from it, then lovingly put it back inside her so he could feel it beating for him in her cunt as he fucked her.

His hands came to her hips, "To make sure we're on the same page."

He spun her around so fast that her knees gave way. It was only his weight pressing her into the reflective surface that kept her on her feet.

The space in the mirror in front of her was empty, no trace of her presence to be found in it. It was like she didn't exist in that other world. Her reflection was its own person, completely independent of her. And she was still clutched in Valtor's arms, right where Griffin could see her when she turned her head to the side.

"Face it, Griffin," Valtor rasped into her ear, his breathing rough and uneven against her.

He was falling in the clutches of desire as well, unable to ignore the sight of her–of them–gripped by each other as soon as they'd gained sentience.

"Your place is by my side. We belong together in any form of existence, all versions of us."

He hiked her skirt up around her waist, unwilling to let it stall him the additional second he would need to vanish it off her form.

"What about my clone?" Griffin desperately grabbed at the first thought in her mind, to brace herself for the touch of his hand.

All she could see in the mirror was her own breath fogging it up and her want for Valtor, so strong it now existed outside the confines of her body. Not a hint of what he was doing.

Her own panting was thunderous in her ears. Her palms slipped against the empty reflection. She'd be carried away in the flood of their joint arousal until there was nothing left of her but a mess of sensation, only Valtor's body against her keeping her whole.

"Sh-she doesn't have a Valtor... of her o-own," she had to swallow down the terror choking her at the idea.

"She also doesn't exist currently," the edges of Valtor's voice dug into her like teeth trying to peel her nerves raw so that his every stroke ran through her like electricity. "Other forms of existence have their limitations."

His cock brushing against her jolted her. Only his palms on her hips steadied her, held fast as the head glided with ease through her arousal.

She had to remind herself to breathe, her lungs greedily sucking in oxygen. "What limitatio-"

She keened when Valtor thrust into her and sheathed his full length in her already fluttering pussy.

The pulse throbbing in her ears wasn't the reason why she hadn't heard her reflection's cries. The mirror didn't produce sound along with the images of another her caught in the bliss of Valtor's closeness, where she belonged.

"Were you saying something, starlight?" Valtor's smirk was palpable against her neck, under her skin, pulling her up just so she could sink back down on his cock.

A downpour of whines spilled from her lips – enough to make up for the silence of their reflections.

[kowbelll]

Hii 🥺

Could you write a Dylan O'brien fanfic about meeting his friends for the first time?

Thank you in advance ❤️

I LOOOOVE YOUR WORK! 🥰

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so, so sorry that it has taken me this long to post this. You are so sweet and deserve better smh. Anyway, I genuinely can't tell if this is shit or not, so hopefully it's not a disappointment after all this time...

Ten Minutes

Dylan's girlfriend was peacefully perched on his couch, wasting the day away while he was off in the shower, trying to make himself presentable. Of course, she had no idea that was his goal, or why he abandoned their position on the cushions.

Minutes later, he returned, wearing fresh clothes as the strands of his hair still flopped soggily. He smiled as he approached her again, standing above her.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You're wearing real clothes?"

His head tilted to match hers. "'Real clothes?' What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like," she started, glancing down at her loose t-shirt and sweatpants, "clothes that you would face the public in."

Dylan couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, "What? I just want to look somewhat decent when they come over. Is that a crime?" He watched as the color drained from his girlfriend's face and her eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" she stammered. "Who's coming over?"

"Some of my buddies from the Maze Runner cast, remember?"

She shook her head and immediately sat up straight. "No... No, I don't remember, because you never told me anything about that."

"I'm pretty sure, I did," he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, you did not, Dylan! When are the fuck are they coming over?"

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "About... Ten minutes or so?"

She sprung out of her seat on the couch and scrambled over to his bedroom to clean herself up as fast as possible, crying out, "Dylan, you bitch! This is my first time meeting your friends, who are famous by the way, and you didn't even give me a heads up!? I have ten minutes! I get ten minutes to turn myself into a pleasant representation of Dylan O'Brien's girlfriend!? Are you kidding me!? I'm going to look like a crazy person! They're going to think I'm a disgusting slob and shun me!"

He bit his lip from the living room, trying not to laugh at her frantic distress. "I'm sure you'll look as beautiful as you always do!" he called back.

"You're just saying that because I fucked you this morning!"

Although her words were spiteful, he had to quickly cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his burst of laughter. Obviously, he felt guilty for forgetting something that mattered so much to his girlfriend, but her reaction was priceless. And he knew appearances meant something, but watching her move so speedily was probably one of the most amazing spectacles he'd ever witnessed.

As she viciously brushed her teeth, she could hear the faint voices of the arrivals. By some miracle, she was (more or less) ready to be seen and introduced. She anxiously made her way back into the living room and put on her most welcoming smile.

There they were: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Ki Hong Lee, Kaya Scodelario, and Will Poulter, standing in the living room. She couldn't believe it. Their faces were so real, but the moment didn't feel like anything close to reality. How in the world was she going to pull this off?

She took a deep breath and stepped to Dylan's side. He glanced down at her and gave her a gentle, reassuring smile - exactly what she needed. However, she could still feel her face heating up and her hands getting clammy, as if right on cue.

Her boyfriend was clearly quite comfortable with his crew and had no problem introducing her, and unfortunately, teasing her. She may have stumbled over her words here and there and hoped with her entire being that no one noticed those clammy hands mentioned as she shook each of theirs. But all things considered, the greeting went smoothly. Dylan, being the loving man that he is, made sure she felt grounded with soft touches on her back or arm, and he guided the conversation to ease her mind of that responsibility.

As they sat down on the couch, sharing stories and drinks, she realized that there hadn't been a single awkward moment yet. She smiled on the inside, proud of herself for making do with the ten minutes Dylan gave her, and even more in love with him after seeing the way he raved about her in front of his visitors.

When the door closed and the room was left to the two of them again, finalizing their departure, she let out a deep breath, mumbling, "I guess that wasn't so bad..."

Dylan caught it and smirked. "See, you had nothing to worry about. Ten minutes is plenty of time."

"'Plenty' is an exaggeration, but yeah, I guess I made it work."

His smile only grew as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "They loved you, you know," he said, his voice lowering.

Her cheeks tingled as they changed shades, and she rested her arms around his neck. "Really?"

"Yes, really," he nodded, brushing his nose against hers.

The girl's eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feeling of his wandering hands. They glided up her back after sneaking under her shirt. Clearly, he knew what he was doing and the effect he had on her.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For making everything work out."

His smirk returned and he began pulling her in the direction of his bedroom. "Oh, I'm not done yet."

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Hi hi!!! Long time no ask!! I am always on my bullshit and scoured your blog for Lark content and Tim being a parent content.

So now I must ask, in the the everyone lives au, how did Lark react to Tim being pregnant? Perhaps was that what knocked her out of the stupidity and allowed them to escape? Or did they get out after the canon events of killing Alex and such?

I want to know everything!!!!

~💜

Purple heart person you don't know what you just unleashed. I fucking LOVE talking about/thinking about Tim and Lark/Jay. (I will probably keep flip flopping between what I call them cos it helps me make sense/keep track of their understanding of their gender at each point in the story)

SO

Finding out about the pregnancy.

In the 'canon' storyline of Sorry, It's Locked Tim doesn't find out he's pregnant until about early January of 2014, after Jay dies, when he's pretty far along, maybe five months ish, six at a push? With all the craziness going on around him he just doesn't think about it, and since they've been using condoms and he's on T (which has stopped his periods) he doesn't really have anything to go on to tell him he's pregnant, and the things that are there are easily brushed off as operator stuff.

Like, weird cravings? Operator probably.

Morning sickness? Operator.

Crazy emotional swings? Operator!!!

It can all be brushed off, so it is. There's so much going on already and he doesn't really have the time or energy to even think about the possibility of being pregnant. And again, if he does think about it, he can easily reassure himself that's not what's causing the things he's experiencing, and he doesn't bother bringing it up to Jay because he's "clearly not pregnant, it's just intrusive thoughts and I'm not going to dignify them with wasting my money on a pregnancy test."

So with that out of the way, the 'everyone lives' AU. I don't think they'd find out much sooner because Tim still wouldn't tell Jay about the signs, and the ones that Jay does notice he just brushes off like Tim, because they've been being careful. They'd figure it out at about 5 months, just like in 'canon' S,IL, probably. I am planning to change the date of Alex's death to being only a couple days after Jay's in 'canon' S,IL (so somewhere around December 7-9th of 2013) but in the 'everyone lives' AU he wouldn't die. He and Tim would still have that fight, but with Jay there as well, they'd manage to restrain Alex and call the police or something. Don't ask me how Jay and Tim don't also go to prison for some of the shit they've done in MH I don't know lmao, maybe even with everyone still alive no one who wasn't a part of MH believes it's real, so they just assume Alex lost it during the filming of a 'fictional' show.

Anyway, that fight happens before Tim and Jay know Tim's pregnant, but not long before, and i think after that fight the Operator would piss off just like in MH, go off and haunt Jessica because it's lost easy access to Alex/can't easily make Alex do anything to carry out its will because he's in hospital/prison/a psych unit. With the Operator out of the way, though, I don't think it would take long for Tim and Jay to figure out that Tim's pregnant, that these symptoms aren't caused by the Operator, because they're still here even though the Operator isn't anymore.

So maybe around mid-late December they realise.

And that causes a whole lot of worry, because "Oh my god Tim you're on T, that's not good for foetuses" as well as panic over what could have happened, given that that last fight with Alex was a pretty intense one. So they have a lot of feelings about it. They manage to get themselves sorted out though, calm themselves down from the panic, talk about whether they want to keep the baby or if they were going to have to figure out getting an abortion (would they need to go out of state? Etc etc etc), go to a doctor about prenatal care when they decide that they do want to keep the kid.

It's a lot of craziness for them, basically, lots of "oh god are we really ready to be parents? we've only been together for like half a year and we only just got out of a literal life or death situation a month ago" kinda stuff. They manage to figure it out though.

Birdie (their kid) is born in May of 2014, in the 'canon' S,IL storyline Tim raises her alone until she's about ten, when he finds out that Brian is in fact still alive when he just kinda shows up as a new p.e. teacher at Birdies school. He's paralysed from about the ribs down because of the fall, so he's in a wheelchair (though he is very slowly learning to walk again and can currently stand for short periods of time as long as he has something to steady him/to lean on) and has a service dog. He runs an after school club teaching disabled students to climb, and Birdie adores him (not knowing that he used to be friends with her dad) because she feels pretty similar to him in a lot of ways, because she's also physically disabled.

So one day, at parents evening or just after school when Tim comes to pick her up, i havent decided which yet lol, Tim finally gets to meet this Mr. Thomas Birdie has been talking about so much. He kinda just freezes when he sees him, because "holy shit that's Brian" and has to fight to keep it together, gets through the parents evening or whatever without breaking the fuck down in front of all the other parents, and he and Brian swap numbers and have a proper "first meeting" again where they can both cry it all out and hug and do all the things you do when you find out your best friend/one of your soulmates who you thought was dead is actually still alive.

Then they just slowly get closer again and start dating, and eventually Birdie has two dads (Tim = papa and Brian = bubah once she remembers she doesn't have to call him Mr. Thomas unless she's at school) But yeah! Anyway, sorry, back to the 'everyone lives' AU.

Birdie is born in May of 2014 to Tim and Jay who feel incredibly unprepared but are determined to look after her and make sure she has a good childhood. Tim is terrified of messing her up like his own parents messed him up, and Jay just does not feel ready to be raising a kid, but together they work it out and manage pretty well.

Birdie is about 6 or 7 when Jay's gender exploration comes to a head and 'he' becomes she, 'Jay' becomes Lark, and 'dad' becomes mum. Birdie, shocker, doesn't really care. She's a kid, she's suddenly got a mum who used to be her dad? Amazing! Her mum looks so much happier now and Birdie suddenly has a whole load of girly grown-up clothes she can try on and parade around the house in! Tim is obviously supportive, he's the one who's been helping Lark through this whole gender thing in the first place, and just over all, its a really lovely thing. Lark was happy to keep being 'dad' if the switch was too difficult for Birdie, and for a while she got called both mum and dad, but after a year or so Birdie only ever called her mum.

Getting called mum by Birdie is such a gender euphoria moment for Lark, like, it's so special to her.

It's around this time when Lark and Tim get married (so that'd be in around 2020-2021 ish) and because of covid it'd be a pretty quiet thing, just the three of them and a small part of Lark's family that she's reconnected with and who aren't queerphobic. It'd still be one of the best things that has ever happened to Lark and Tim though. Yet again, a gender euphoria moment (for both of them really) especially for Lark, getting to wear a beautiful wedding dress and all that. And of course Birdie would want to be the ring bearer and the flower girl, because who else could possibly do those two incredibly important jobs? No one. Birdie is the perfect candidate and she will not let anyone else steal her thunder!

ALSO Brian would still secretly be alive in the 'everyone lives' AU, and would probably be found out the same way as in canon, with him becoming a teacher/running an after school club at Birdie's school when Birdie is about 10 (which would be in 2024, this year, lmao) and Tim meeting him at a parents evening/when he's picking Birdie up from the climbing club. However this time, after exchanging numbers with Brian, Tim gets to go home and tell Lark about it. Instead of having to cry silently about it in his room so that he doesn't worry Birdie, he gets to cry about it to Lark. They still try and hide it from Birdie to begin with, so they don't worry her and so that they can come up with a plan for how to talk to Birdie about how they know Brian and stuff like that.

It takes a good few months of meeting up with Brian to talk about everything that's happened, getting properly reacquainted (as well as talking about their feelings for each other, because there's no way I'm getting rid of Brim in the 'everyone lives' AU, it's polyamory or nothing) and all that, before they have a solid plan for how to go about the whole "yeah so Brian is Papa's friend from all the way back in university who we all thought was dead" conversation.

Though given that I'm pretty dead set on Tim (and Lark in the 'everyone lives' AU) doing everything in their power to keep MH a secret from Birdie (they delete the youtube channel and try and scrub everything about MH from the internet. They can't delete the TTA channel because neither of them know how to get into it so that has to stay up, but everything they can get rid of they do after saving it to a hard drive, because it is a massive part of their lives that they don't want to just completely get rid of). Given that I'm dead set on that, it probably wouldn't actually be "this is papa's supposedly dead uni friend" lol, because Birdie is a very curious kid and she would ask so many questions.

She'd ask too many questions if they just told her Tim and Brian lost contact at some point too, lol. She's autistic and only 10, so can't fathom how you could possibly lose contact with your best friend in the world.

Oh yeah Birdie is autistic as well as being physically disabled. Probably EDS, because same and I like giving characters the same issues I have. Maybe even FND too, actually. And tourettes. I'll leave it there or I'll feel too mean /j

Anyway. Yeah :]

the 'everyone lives' AU :D

WAIT ALSO, sorry, more thoughts, Alex.

Because everyone lives. So does Alex. Duh. But that does leave Tim and Jay/Lark with a decision to make: do they tell Birdie about him, and if so, when? I think they would both go and visit Alex as soon as they were allowed too, though they don't go super often at first because they're told that it tends to send Alex into some really bad spirals. After a few years though, they go to visit him pretty regularly. I think that's when they'd start talking to Birdie about him. Very carefully, obviously, because they're still trying to hide MH from her as much as possible (they can't completely hide it because both of them still have nightmares about it, just like in 'canon' S,IL Tim has nightmares about it) but they do talk to her about Alex.

They tell her that he's been in hospital and can't leave because he's been very ill, but that he's been getting a lot better recently, so Tim and Jay have started going to visit him (Birdie would be maybe 5-6 at this time, so they're just at the stage where Jay is starting to realise he's Lark). Anyway, they talk about Alex very carefully and not super often, only when Birdie asks about him or asks what they did that day on days where they went to see him etc, but they do talk about him.

It's only after Brian comes back into their lives that Birdie actually meets Alex. It takes a lot of talking with Alex's doctors and all that, especially when they're worried that seeing Brian alive might send Alex spiralling again, but eventually stuff gets sorted out and Brian and Birdie meet Alex. (I like to think that at this point Alex is like, kinda living in a sort of assisted living situation? But also under police supervision? IDK if that's a real thing, but it is in this universe because I want him to not just, be in a prison/inpatient psych unit for the rest of his life, yknow?)

It's a lot for all of them, that day, Birdie is maybe 11-12 and Alex is completely different to how Brian remembers him. Alex is happy though. He's happy that what's happened didn't seem to ruin Tim, Lark and Brian's lives. They all look happy and healthy and even though things are different (i.e. Brian being in a wheelchair) all of them look really happy.

It's probably around this time that Brian, Tim and Lark all officially become a polycule, too, i think. Around when Birdie is 12-13 ish, y'know. Tim and Lark are still married and all that, but they don't really look at it as a heirarchy thing, it's just a thing, y'know. It doesn't really take long for Tim to call Brian his husband as well as Lark his wife, and it only takes a little longer for Lark to just say she has two husbands, y'know?

Also, do they still live in Alabama in this AU? God knows lol. Maybe they moved away and it's an even bigger miracle that Brian turned up as a teacher in Birdie's school. I don't know, but either way I love it.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL) Springfield, WA2000, and Task Force DEFY's S/O making them breakfast

Looks like it's time for a T-DOLL FUN FACT!

T-DFF 1: Despite being 100% androids, T-Dolls are perfectly able to consume food and retain all their senses for tasting, able to develop preferences.

Springfield's metaphorical heart warms the moment she smells coffee as she gets up from her bed.

(Springfield) "Aw, S/O! You didn't have to, I could've just...No, no, I'm not complaining. Just pleasantly surprised~."

Springfield enjoys this pampering as she sits upright.

As much as she would like this every morning, the fact this was rare made her cherish S/O and these moments all the more.

Especially considering the fact she didn't eat, and S/O knows this.

It makes this moment all the more loving to her.

She now makes sure to return the favor by brewing a cup of coffee for them at the café.

(WA2000) "H-Huh...?! I don't eat, dummkopf! Why did you...?"

She quickly trails off as she sighs, slightly blushing.

(WA2000) "S-Sorry. I didn't mean that..Um, thank you."

She shyly takes a bite of her food, her lips growing into a smile.

The fact S/O took the time to wake up and cook for her was something they should be appreciated for.

Since she didn't even need to eat, it showed her just how much S/O loved her.

After finishing, she gives S/O a passionate kiss.

(WA2000) "Thank you. Next time, make some for yourself, okay?"

After that breakfast, she goes back to her usual tsundere self, but blushes anytime she remembers this morning.

(RPK-16) "Oh? Surely you haven't forgotten T-Dolls don't eat?"

16 eats it with appreciation anyway. Even if it was a little waste of time for them to cook this.

She's never really had this type of affection shown to her.

All the more reason she got into this relationship, was the excitement it created.

If she was going to have mornings like these, it certainly wasn't going to get stale anytime soon.

(RPK-16) "Thank you for the meal, S/O."

(AK-12) "What's this I smell, S/O?"

12 teases S/O by making them spoonfeed her, she wants to enjoy bed and breakfast proper.

(AK-12) "Not that I don't enjoy a bit of pampering, but you know we don't need to eat, right?...Hm, oh well, I'm not complaining.~"

She doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth, instead gladly accepting their love.

Truth be told, she was genuinely taken off guard. She wasn't expecting to be woken up to breakfast.

Ever.

It was moments like these that she fell in love with S/O all over again, but they wouldn't get to know that.

That was a bit too sappy for her.

But she makes sure to pay them back with some gifts of her own.

(AK-15) "W...What is this?"

15 is completely speechless as she realizes what's in S/O's hands.

At first she thinks they're eating breakfast in her room, until she realizes that was meant for her.

(AK-15) "We don't...I mean, I don't need to-..."

She looks at the food, then back to them before cracking a smile.

(AK-15) "Sorry. I shouldn't be trying to make a fuss over a gift. Thank you, S/O."

She eats the breakfast, but only if they sit next to her and enjoy it. They need it more than her, anyway.

Uncharacteristically, the smile on her face stays the entire time they eat together.

15 didn't really understand what love was still, but she figured after this morning, she got a good idea of how it felt.

94 tilts her head in confusion when she sees S/O with a tray of food.

(AN-94) "Why haven't you eaten yet?...It's...for me...? But I do not require food....True, I can still taste but-...Ah, thank you."

94 is still confused, but grateful.

With a soft smile, she eats the food given to her.

She goes stiff when S/O has a napkin and gently brushes her mouth, her hand reaching for theirs.

(AN-94) "...Thank you, S/O."

94 maintains eye contact for just a few moments before going back to eating.

She's still not sure why they got her food, but it wasn't a moment she'd be forgetting anytime soon.

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extra chapter for the final, like 12 members come together and celebrate Christmas together in a cafe or something with background music from Hyewon song winter poem~

Home for Christmas

IZ*ONE

2,615 words

Categories | happy times no angst this time, slight NSFW jokes, a fandom inside joke now and then

Something short, soft and fluffy to end the year ❤ I tried to give each member their own spotlight/"screentime," so sorry if it's a bit messy!

Also very unedited lolz

Café? Booked. Food? Served. The girls?

Well... not here.

Eunbi's starting to get nervous. She's planned this for months, and they all agreed to go. But it's five minutes past the set time, and not one former member has showed up yet. The food would go to waste if they don't come, and her heart would be broken to pieces.

Eunbi's sure that she can't stand missing an opportunity to unite with them. The disbandment was one thing, but another opportunity being missed? After all the months she's been without them? No, she can't bear that.

Now that the holidays have rolled up, there's a lot of free time in their schedules to time a reunion. And today is the date they chose. But they're still nowhere to be found.

"Still not here, hon?" asks the man behind the counter, AKA the man Eunbi has looked up to as a second father ever since the day she worked in this café. He was kind enough to let her reserve the café just for IZ*ONE, saying he'd cook the meals and prepare the fanciest plates. Eunbi is eternally grateful to him for that, but she's afraid that all that would go to waste. Like he had asked, the members are still not here.

She shakes her head. "No," she says in a small voice.

He smiles at her tenderly. "They'll be here any second, Eunbi-ya, don't worry."

She appreciates everything he's done for her: plastering her posters and fansite photos all over the walls of the café, taking care of her, and helping her prepare this reunion. But she doesn't really believe in don't worry anymore. It's all she's ever been told to do, but it's easier said than done when her life is just so... busy. One wrong move can bring her and her efforts down the gutter. Even the considerably smaller things like these.

But what's so small about IZ*ONE? These girls do not fit the word when there are eleven of them, but in the metaphorical sense, they are Eunbi's home. They are her big, ridiculously and loveably rambunctious family she would give her life for. This reunion can look as small and unmeaningful to an outsider, something that can be brushed off like a leaf falling onto one's shoulder. But it isn't small to Eunbi. One wrong thing about it all will make her freak out.

Still, she nods. "Got it." Her hopes may be lost, but she wants to show at least a speck of self-assurance, even in front of the man to whom she's shown all her vulnerabilities to.

She looks up to say something to him. Probably a word of thanks, since he deserves to hear every appreciation in the world after what he's done for her. But his eyes are somewhere else, somewhere behind her. It unsettles her so much that she turns around to see for herself what it is.

"Boo!"

Kang Hyewon, always the prankster. One would expect grace from such a pretty woman, but Hyewon breaks those expectations, just like she almost does to Eunbi's shoulders as she seizes them.

Eunbi's heart freezes and relaxes in the same second. "Hyewon!" she says annoyedly. "It's Christmas, not Halloween!"

"No 'hi' from my pretty unnie or anything?" Hyewon asks, pouting. She knows acting cute can buy her an escape route out of anything bad when it's with Eunbi, and of course, she uses it to her advantage.

"Stop acting like that in front of oppa!" Eunbi rolls her eyes and blushes as the café owner laughs at them, but wraps her arms around the girl anyway. She missed her too much to be more annoyed. Far too much.

Hyewon accepts that there will be no "hi" from her unnie because she gets a hug to make up for it. She loves Eunbi's hugs, and how tiny the leader feels in her arms. They bring her a sense of comfort. Going without the hugs especially since she and Eunbi were roommates during IZ*ONE days has been particularly difficult.

"I brought guests," Hyewon says cheekily.

Eunbi cocks her head to the side with a question written on her face. But there is her answer, standing in the doorway: her girls.

"Unnie, hiii! " Minju yells out in an uncharacteristically loud voice. Her adorable grin melts Eunbi's heart. Minju possesses the smile of a younger boy's first love. It's no wonder that her fans look like they're about to pass put whenever she approaches them. "Long time no—"

"Wow, you really didn't greet Hyew-unnie at all?" Yuri asks with mock distaste. Trust her to always find a way to spark a fight with Minju. Her hair is no longer red—it's become jet black, cut short at her shoulders. "You're so impolite, Minju."

"Hey! I didn't mean it like that! Plus, we already met—"

"Ohhh, stop it, you guys," says Yena. Normally she'd join in the fight to get Minju even more worked up, but it seems that the cheeky duck went through character development over the past few months. She slaps her stomach in emphasis. "Let's just get in, shall we? I'm starving!"

Yujin nods. "So am I!"

"And me!" Chaewon says. Her bob cut is stunning. Hitomi's twirling the short strands of black as she speaks.

"Well then let's just get in!" Wonyoung speaks for all of them with a tone of authority. As usual, she's dressed in impeccable clothes. Her fashion taste has evolved as she grew up into the woman she is now. She's gotten thinner, though, Eunbi has noticed worriedly. She makes a mental note to coax her more food later.

But at this moment, all Eunbi can think about is how happy she is. Everyone had shown up just when her hopes were fading. Everyone looks happy. That's all that matters to her.

-

Heaping bowls of white rice and fried rice top the tables. The café owner sets them along with variations of fish and chicken. Traditional and modern food blend together on the plates. The scent alone makes Wonyoung full. Hyewon, however, doesn't mind eating up even the leftovers.

"Oppa makes the best tteokbeoki!" Eunbi boasts to all of them. She hands Nako some utensils, and the small woman immediately gets the hint to pass them all to the others. "Once you eat some, you'll never want to stop."

"Don't flatter me, Eunbi," he laughs with a shake of his head. He gives Wonyoung a drink and hands Sakura a napkin. He starts to scoop delicious food onto the round plates.

Sakura looks up at him with a blinding smile. "I'll have to try it out for myself to decide."

"Please do," he says graciously. "It's not everyday we get to have Miyawaki Sakura herself over for Christmas."

Sakura is a star wherever she goes. The main attraction in IZ*ONE maintains her spotlight in Lesserafim, only this time there are more eyes on her. But she's still humble in real life, when the cameras cut and the curtains are drawn.

"What do you call me then, oppa?" Eunbi complains. "I literally worked here!"

"Or me?" says Yena. She has the Choi Yena look on her face right now: drawn eyebrows, wide eyes, and a pair of plump lips open to let out her fighting spirit. "You know Smiley, right? 'Push, swipe—"

"Wrong song, that's Smartphone!" Yujin cackles, almost pushing Wonyoung over due to her laughs. The youngest is laughing, too, but at a calmer level. Or maybe it just looks that way since Yujin is just relentless when she's in a state of joy.

"Can't even get her own song right," Nako teases.

"Hey, fuck you—"

"Want a drink, Nyeong?"

Wonyoung raises a glass of sizzling soda. Chaewon watches the bubbles rise to the surface observantly, seemingly spacing out again. "Already have one."

"No, I mean, like a drink drink." Nako points to the bottle of beer at the center of the table. "You're nineteen now. You don't want to try?"

"Nako," Eunbi says warningly. Wonyoung may have turned of age, but she was still a baby in her eyes. There's no way in hell she's going to let her drink so early.

"Come on, Minju took Yujin out for drinks when she turned nineteen," reasons Nako with an innocent shrug.

"Ya! I told you not to tell Eunbi unnie that!" Minju protests.

"I trusted you, unnie!" Yujin moans, covering her face in embarrassment.

"Eunbi unnie has been drinking, she won't mind," Hitomi makes a clever reference to an old inside joke that even the fans know.

Chaeyeon cackles. Her hand finds the perfect victim to channel her happiness: the wooden table. Each reverbating slap causes the surface to shudder. "It's true, she has," she confirms for everyone's convenience. "She's been sending me drunk texts, like 'ohhh Jjaeyeonie! I miss Sakura so much! She—'"

"Ya—"

"—'I wish I didn't leave her hanging—'"

"—shut up, Chaeyeon, you're just jealous!"

"Jealous? There's nothing to get jealous over with Kkura, it was a one-night fling!"

"No one said it was related to— wait, you and Sakura had a fling?!"

"Okay, maybe we did get into a relationship," admits Chaeyeon. There's no reason to hide it now; everyone at the table is listening to her attentively. "Maybe we did try to fuck during Fiesta, but that's all in the past now."

"Hey, Wonyoung and Yujin are listening!" scolds Sakura. Her face is beet red, too. All her secrets are poured out in the open on what is supposed to be a happy reunion night. "Keep it PG-13 here."

"I'm not thirteen anymore, unnie!" Wonyoung whines. Everyone in her former group seems to forget that fact about her: she's not a child anymore. She can see why they won't loosen their grasp on her childhood days, however. She's practically grown up in front of their eyes. In addition to that, she was quite young when she joined Produce 48.

The only one to treat her like an actual adult is Hyunseo, her new group Ive's maknae. Everyone here just marvels at Wonyoung's maturity as if she didn't have cameras in her face since she was a kid.

Still, as Yena hugs her comfortingly and pats her cheek, Wonyoung decides that she doesn't mind their babying at all. Her eleven older unnies are unhinged, wild, and ruthless, but they're still her unnies. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Yujin has had less of the baby persona haunting her now that she's the leader of Ive. Sometimes Wonyoung becomes wistful for the old Yujin, who played around and joked with her. But that doesn't mean that the puppy Ahn Yujin has completely gone away. She sees it when Yujin's dimples show as she laughs and smiles, when she leans over to rest her head on Wonyoung's shoulder, when she still struggles with her shoelaces.

You can say that she's just a little bit in love.

"Right," Sakura says, breaking Wonyoung's train(wreck) of thoughts. Her former fellow center reaches over to pat her hand. "I'm sorry, Wonyoung-ah."

"It's okay, unnie," responds Wonyoung. It's totally fine—she truly cherishes moments like these where little unintended slip-ups lead to the loudest of laughs. Everything is so serious nowadays.

"Do you still want to drink?" Nako asks hopefully.

"Nako-ya," asks Chaewon, suspicious because of Nako's repeated inquiries for a drinking partner, "are you drunk?"

"Who are you, Hitomi?"

"Hey, that's my line!" Hyewon protests. She's already had numerous lines retracted from her during IZ*ONE. She's not about to let anyone steal her one-liners as well.

"What do you mean? I said that," Hitomi says. Hyewon notices that, like her, she eats little. She only took three large bites and drank the blue lemonade.

"I know, Hiichan. I was talking about the message I sent on Bubble."

"Ohhh, now I get it."

"You're subscribed to my Bubble?" Hyewon asks in surprise.

"I'm subscribed to everyone!"

"Stalker much?" Yuri asks snarkily. She loves being a bratty snark with everyone, even to her own members. Oh, especially to them. It tips Eunbi off so much it's actually delightful to see.

"Jo Yuri, you brat," sighs Yena, shaking her head. Was this the girl she swore to marry?

Yuri throws her a playful wink. She is.

Eunbi's processing it all. She's been quiet for some time to take it all in. Sakura and Chaeyeon being... what, friends with benefits without her knowing? Minju taking Yujin out for drinks? She has no idea if she should start her lecturing now. But one day, she'll get used to the chaos IZ*ONE brings. Maybe one day.

In a parallel universe.

Where everything goes right.

Um da da da da da da da da... /

A familiar voice and a familiar tune. God, this day just likes to attack her with an onslaught of memories, huh? But the song speaks of a more recent event, some time after the disbandment.

She looks across the table. Her eyes and Hyewon's connect. Of course! It's Hyewon's song being played in the background! Who else can perfect the smooth, silky tone of voice like her?

Hyewon is embarrassed. She hides her face with her hand as all the members ooh and ahh over her and the song. "Ahhh, oppa, you didn't have to do that!" she says shyly.

He grins. "I had to. I'm a big fan of the song."

"Can you play Antifragile next?" Chaewon asks boldly. Chaeyeon is surprised at her straightforwardness, but the café owner doesn't look like he's fazed by it.

"Sure, no problem."

Chaewon squeals happily and reaches over the table to give Sakura a high-five. They personally dislike the song, but any promotion is good promotion.

She and Sakura have also gotten a lot closer before the redebut. Destiny always seems to find a way to tie their fates together. It was as if it were telling them to make up for the time they didn't talk much during IZ*ONE days. Imagine their surprise when Yunjin showed up at the practice room!

The universe always finds a way to bring the twelve of them together. Whether by chance or plan, they are drawn to each other like magnets. Sakura and Chaewon's redebut together, as mentioned earlier, speaks for itself. Yena, Yuri, Chaeyeon, and Eunbi are in the same field as soloists and meet occasionally at music shows. Hyewon and Minju reunited for a Prada event, and are both actresses. Hitomi and Nako are inseparable as J-pop idols. Wonyoung and Yujin made a second debut in Ive together, as they always are.

And now, with Hyewon's Christmas song accompanying their smiles, they've bumped into each other again. It's happened before countless of times, so who's to say there isn't an official reunion song up ahead? If Starship eventually becomes more lenient, and time grants them all a passageway, the chances aren't zero.

There's already contentedness in their hearts, though, as each member talks about their experiences over a large dinner, in the place where it all started for their leader. Yujin talks about missing Azzo, and her nights in Paris are all about what Wonyoung drones on about. Eunbi, of course, says how much she misses them all. Yuri and Yena become feisty again, but it hides not their true feelings of homesickness for this environment that used to be a usual, everyday thing.

Even the singing Hyewon that adds flavor to their conversations and plays from the radio knows:

I've been dreaming of today like a present like today /

Confession in December that couldn't be hidden.

With you, with you, na /

My best part is all for you /

My best part is all for you.