#but I'll rest more and study with less intensity for sure

[galaxiespace]

I’m finally kind of back! I'm so busy (and anxious) that I had to stay out of the internet in every possible way; the end-of-semester season is insane when you’re studying to enter college.

[spookychick78]

Chucky One Shot: Request

Chucky X Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, language, (Jade's outfit is different from the movie for ✨dramatic effect✨) and oh, captives? Anyway, let's get into it.

Word Count: 2756

"Jesus, (y/n). How many times to I have to fuckin' explain this, just-," he paused mid sentence with his rubber, or plastic, you'd never quite figured out what material you were both made of at this point, but nonetheless, his hand rested on his forehead with a frustrated sigh, "you're just gonna repeat after me, got it?"

Your captives were bound, lying flat on their backs with their eyes wide. Muffled pleas flew endlessly from their gagged mouths as they struggled desperately to find a way out of the present situation. It was quite impressive, you had to admit, that Chucky, who was no more than two, maybe three feet tall at most, had managed to reduce two fully grown adults to such a state. You'd never say it aloud, his ego didn't require further stroking at this point, he knew very well he was beyond good at what he did. In fact, he'd gotten you both there, all the way to Hackensack's darkened and if you being honest, unsettling graveyard with less struggle than you'd expected. The wind whipped past the two of you, nearly knocking you off of your plastic feet as you stood atop your soon to be new body with a frown. You weren't quite sure if it was pity you felt as you studied Jade's furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes, though perhaps it should have been, it was uncertainty. Specifically about whether or not you wanted to be her, well, be in her body.

"Isn't there anyone else we could find to do this?" You asked, spurring on another disgruntled sound out of your partner.

"You've got to be kiddin' me," Chucky muttered as his grip tightened around the necklace with the oversized rhomboidal amulet hanging from the chain, "is that really why you're being such a pain in the ass? Looks?"

Jade was pretty, in the traditional sense, but in your opinion such childlike features would be difficult to acclimate to. You tried to picture adorning her body in black, deep reds, your usual gothic attire and cringed. She was nothing compared to the body he'd destroyed, your body.

"Pardon me for wanting a little more class," you muttered back, earning another muffled yell from below you, "something I'm sure you've never heard of."

His artificial features contorted to form an incredulous expression as he shook his head, "You know, I'm starting to think you want me to kill you and don't think it hasn't crossed my mind to."

"Ditto, babe," you replied with a smirk, "it would only be fair."

"Look, can we save the threats until we can make good on them in real bodies? Let's just get this over with," he retorted as he situated himself between Jesse and Jade, "then I'll really give you something to bitch about."

You hopped off with a huff and folded your dwarfed arms, or tried to. They were just short enough to make such a simple movement tedious. Perhaps you could get used to such plain looks of it meant you'd have the freedom of actual limbs again.

"Ade due Damballa. Give me the power I beg of you," he began with his arms outstretched and an exaggerated tone.

You allowed yourself a brief glance around as he continued, finally reaching parts of the chant you'd never heard before. Usually, some interruption or another would halt him, but not this night. He'd made it far enough to render their eyes shut, their pleas silenced and their bodies still. It was actually working. You felt your heart rate quicken as words continued to spill from his mouth and you drew closer to your new form. You felt it, you were melding with her. For a brief moment her memories, her experiences clouded your vision in such quick succession it gave you whiplash. Then, everything went silent and your vision vanished as a pale white that seemed to grow brighter, more intense with each passing second overcame you until it turned black. With the darkness came feeling, a subtle tingle that pricked at the tips of your fingers and toes. The sensation spread and tingling soon turned to a strange, throbbing warmth. You tested it, eyes still consumed by shadows, but movement came surprisingly easy. You felt your arm raise, it was longer than before and when you rested your hand on your face you felt the almost forgotten, but easily remembered texture of flesh. You furrowed your brow and let out a groan as you tried to rid yourself of the fog that filled your new head.

"Holy shit," you heard beside you.

As you began to blink your eyes open, you felt him shoot up. Vision came slow, but eventually the haze lifted and you found it within your ability to sit up. Your legs were the first thing you observed and from that particular angle, you had to admit you were quite pleased with them. They were long with silky smooth skin. Skin you thought to yourself as you let your hand wander down your knee. You'd gotten so used to the hardened structure you'd been for what seemed like ages you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to touch yourself and really feel it. Finally, you lifted your head to see Chucky was doing the same with a baffled smile on his face.

"It worked," he said with a laugh as he stretched his arms out and shook his head in awe, "it actually fuckin' worked!"

Before, you hadn't been sure if Jesse's body would suit Chucky. He was so boyish, the all American type, which was so uncharacteristic for the man you'd known before the doll, but as you studied him then, it worked. It was deceiving, you'd never think he'd be capable of committing the crimes he'd grown so addicted to if you looked at that sweet face under those tousled brown curls, but it really worked. He started to undo his belt, which made you chuckle, you weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it wasn't long until you put two and two together. He pulled the fabric outwards as he lowered his head to study within them.

"Oh, you're gonna love this," he said with a proud nod, "kid was packin'."

"Right, cause you would know," you said with quick wit and a smirk, "what do you have to compare it to, Ken?"

"Hey, we both know I made a pretty good Ken," he said before he finally looked up at you.

His brows raised when he noticed you were still on the ground, legs just slightly tilted to the side with your hands on the behind you to keep yourself upright. Jade had been wearing a white dress that night and it's fabric had been blown by the wind to steadily climb further up your thighs.

"If I'm bein' honest, you look more like Barbie now, doll," he said as he sauntered closer to you.

You quickly replaced the edge of the dress to cover yourself, "Don't even start, Charles. You threatened kill me again not even ten minutes ago."

He lowered himself to the ground just a few feet in front of you and began to crawl closer as he spoke, "Oh, that? Come on, you know me (y/n). I'm all threats, I only bite if you ask nicely or piss me off."

"Well, I'm not asking," you said as his hand found your foot and steadily brushed its way upwards.

You wanted to deny him, he deserved it, but you weren't sure if you could deny yourself, that was the problem. His skin on yours, though it was just a small fraction of his body, felt heavenly. It had been so long since you'd felt human touch that when he bent your leg forward to rest his check against the inside of your knee, an internal throb forced you to further doubt your ability to say no.

"No," he whispered as he started to press his lips to your bare skin, "but you did piss me off."

He bit down then, not enough to hurt, but enough to make that thrum between your legs more prominent. You quickly extended your leg and pressed your foot to the center of his chest, barring him from touching you momentarily and he let out a wicked chuckle.

"I'm not buyin' it, (y/n). You can't tell me you don't wanna test these out," he said as he pushed your leg aside and forced both open this time, "besides, you've never been difficult to convince."

"Shut up," you snapped, but your eyes gave you away as they dipped to his new pair of lips that were curved into a devilish grin and parted just enough to display a row of pristinely white teeth.

"Make me," he said as he lowered his head, careful to keep his eyes on yours so he could watch you relent, "or I'll make you."

The wind betrayed you and blew your dress up again, granting him access to your core, which he wasted no time in drawing closer to. You felt his breath, hot and inviting, billow between the soft flesh of your thighs as one of his hands squeezed your hip. He observed the modest white panties hidden underneath with a laugh.

"Real cute, (y/n)," he said as he reached for the knife beside his former body, "but these aren't really your style, are they?"

He was quick to cut them, tossing the ruined fabric to the side and leaving you exposed to the elements. It was cold, but not for long. His mouth returned and with it, warmth that had you melting as you grit your teeth begrudgingly and gave in. Your head fell back when you felt his tongue glide up the inside of your thigh, tormenting you with your own want. His teeth soon followed as he resumed his nipping in an attempt to make you whine, which worked better than you hoped.

"Oh, for fucks sake," you breathed out with desperation.

His laughter only confirmed that was exactly what he wanted, "That doesn't sound like a no anymore."

"You know it's not," you said as you tensed under his tight grip on your thigh and tried to push yourself up to meet his mouth.

He hummed against your skin then, forcing another whine from you when the vibrations almost gave you needed, but not quite, "Yeah, I know, but you haven't asked nicely."

"Charles, please."

"Eh, I don't know. I don't think you deserve it," he said as he hovered torturously over where you wanted him, allowing his lips to just barely graze the soft flesh with each word he uttered, "maybe I should let you suffer the consequences of being such a brat."

You whipped your head back up and the desperation on your face only served to satisfy him, "You'd only be teasing yourself and you know it," you spat down at him in a weak attempt to get what your way.

"Maybe, but I'm sure there's plenty of chicks who'd be down for the cause with this guy," he said smugly.

"Fuck you," you said with narrowed eyes before you went to push yourself up.

Chucky, however, made sure you stayed in place. With both arms, he pulled you inwards by your legs, which forced you flat on your back. Your head hit the ground with a thud and in an instant, he was on top of you.

"Did I say you could get up?"

His eyes were darker now, threatening, but your body continued to betray you as you looked up at him. Desperate had become an understatement as you took note of the way he was pressed against you. From what you could tell, he hadn't been wrong about what was hidden inside of those jeans and it made you squirm.

"Now," he started as his fingers found rest between the two of you to toy with your entrance, "I said ask nicely."

You felt his thumb settle right where you wanted it, but it remained still. He wouldn't dare grant you the satisfaction of friction so soon. Instead, he left it motionless as he inched his index and middle finger inside of you, painfully slow. You wanted to curse him when he laughed again, amused by how wet you were.

"Normally, I'd count that, but I wanna hear you say it," he said as he dug in deeper, "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

"I need you to," you whined pitifully as your back arched into his stiff fingers in search of relief.

"I can tell," he said as he abruptly shoved them as deep as they could go, "but, go on."

A moan escaped you as your head dug into the grass below you due to how severely your neck was arched, "Please, whatever you want me to say, do, I don't care. I'll do it, just please."

"I kinda wanna do this all night and we both know I could," he said as he watched you, intrigued as he tested your limits.

No matter how subtle the movement, he got a reaction for each one. He stared hungrily as he listened to your breath quicken, but your expression wasn't nearly pained enough. That was the deciding factor for Chucky, it was all the incentive he needed to hook his fingers upwards and massage that spot that ached for solace.

"Much better," he said when your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open further to silently plead for more.

But just as he started to find a forgiving rhythm, he withdrew, leaving you with an emptiness that could have brought tears to your eyes. Words of protest had just begun to leave your mouth before he tugged you forward again, this time filling you when your bare skin met his. Some foul words left his when he took note of how tight you were with furrowed brows of his own.

"You're lucky it ain't my first time," he teased before he lent down to press a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, "cause fuck, that's a tight fit."

His hand stayed firm on your jaw, holding you in place as he rocked into you and in your legs, in turn, tightened around his waist.

"Now, where was I," he said before he slipped his fingers back into place to rub circles over that poor little nub as he took what he wanted, thrust after thrust.

He had you spinning by then, so wound up it wasn't funny and it didn't take him long to bring you to the edge. He'd practically had you there with his fingers alone, but this was far better than you could have expected. You arms dangled loosely around his neck, hands grappling for purchase, but at his pace you found none. You settled to cling to his free arm that held him up, digging your nails into it as your body clenched tighter around him. You were right there and more than fearful he'd deny you a release given how the entire ordeal started, so you didn't hesitate to beg in advance.

"Please, don't stop," you cried out, clinging to him as you lingered on the edge, ready to jump, "don't you dare stop."

"Stop?"

"No," you said quickly, tightening your legs around him further, "don't."

His breath had grown ragged and despite his teasing, you could tell stopping wasn't a thought in his mind.

"Only cause," he stuttered as his hips began to lose there even pace, "you asked so-"

He leant his head back in an attempt to stifle a moan of his own, but thankfully it escaped, filling your ears with bliss, "nicely," he finished huskily.

That sound of his strained voice had you careening over that edge you'd found and he followed suit, rocking himself through his own high as he let himself spill into you. A slew of curses left his mouth as lewd cries escaped your own and your body went limp. Your hand, that had drawn blood from his arm with your nails, fell stiff on the ground beside you once he finally ceased his movements. He hovered over you, head hung as his shoulders trembled with labored breath.

"Shit," you heard him breath out before he lifted his gaze back to your own, "how was that for a test drive?"

By the look of your sweat laced face, flushed with lidded eyes, he nodded his head, satisfied. And you, well, he didn't leave you hanging, that was for sure.

[employee052]

HELLO IVE HAD MANY A BRAINBLAST FOR THE TSPxDBH AU AND IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SEPERATE POST FROM THE FIRST ONE

[IF U WANT CONTEXT TO THIS AU HERES THE FIRST POST]

This is V, The Explorer who finds Virgil's body in the office ruins just a few years after Humanity has gotten their freedom.

Some more AU spitballing:

His name is V because of Stanley's Wife. She probably has heard a lot about this android at his office and how this android has taken care of Stanley while dealing with the intense pressures at the office, so she knows that they are a friend to Stanley of some sort. (Highlighting her bc i'll mention her again later)

So when V is born, she names the baby Vi. (Stanley probably didnt know about V at all. Perhaps his wife was going to bring up the news to him when he got home one day. Only for him to never come back.) She wouldn't remember Virgil's name fully though, so she names him V.

Since the game is essentially a VR world for Stanley, everything inside is probably a mix of things taken from Virgil or Stanleys memories. Only due to the decay on Virgil's body and Stanley's forgotten memories, they're half of the whole picture, but taken at face value on their own. Hence the endless sprawling office, non-sensical catwalks and locations, etc.

Like... maybe the Curator is the voice of Virgil's developers, or the Amanda of this universe. But with the decay coupled with the office terminating his service, cutting Cyberlife's systems off from him, all he remembers is the voice talking to him in a white void and reimagines her in a museum.

Maybe the bucket comes from Stanley's vague memory of going to Home Depot to buy a bucket and finding one really good one in the entire store.

Etc. Etc.

Back to V, however, I bring this up because this is the reason why i colour picked V's hair colour from Mariella specifically.

Since Mariella in the game is the only other person with a model that's human in form, maybe Stanley remembers her face but just doesn't remember who it is. Which is why in this AU im thinking Mariella would be Stanley's wife. He just doesn't remember that her face is his wife, since his "wife" in the apartment ending is a mannequin.

(Ignore the fact that Virgil/The Narrator would go on to say "Who would want to commit their life to you" and that he may have some jealousy to this said wife in the first place. /lh /silly)

Maybe The Narrator saw Stanley's memory of this woman's face, and used it in the game since he remembered it so vividly. But since neither remember it was Stanley's wife's face, it was used for the Insanity ending.

Having V as Stanley's son gave me this idea that once The Narrator leaves the office with him to go live out the rest of his days at the local town of survivors, he ends up becoming close to him as well.

It's almost a miracle in a sense, considering that The Narrator wasn't sure he could trust humanity again after his time back in the office.

But over time, they get close, and The Narrator let's his guard down.

Cyberlife Androids have that feature where they can analyze things with their tongue, right?

When they end up having their first kiss, it would take some time for things to get working much less the Narrator be willing to even kiss someone, his HUD starts studying V's DNA.

As he's kissing him, he sees his systems say that its a 47.5% match to Stanley's.

And if you're wondering how the Narrator has Stanley's DNA. He has a function for CPR. And I am 100% sure that he would've tried to save Stanley using it.

The Narrator wouldn't be upset about it in the slightest however. If anything he finds the situation funny in a sense. That the person he ends up loving is also the descendant of the man he loved first.

If he tells this to V however, he goes silent at the realization. Especially since he never remembered having a Father.

Maybe this could lead to him going to his mother, who's now elderly, and the look of shock on his face when he sees an elderly Mariella look back at him, and the voice similar to the one he used in the Parable.

Maybe she tells the story about her husbands disappearance, and maybe The Narrator tells her about Stanley's fate.

Maybe he tells her about the Parable, about how he desperately tried to keep him alive, only to realize that he was gone and moved on. But he still has whatever's left of him in his mind. Living happily in the newly reformed VR space that has him living out his happiest days and in peace.

Maybe with this, The Narrator and Mariella begin to recount stories about Stanley, with V listening in about his father that he never remembered.

And maybe, they all grow closer, and finally move on.

[the---hermit]

09|03|2023

My night was agitated by an upsetting dream involving someone who is no longer in my life. The dynamics were very clear to read even in the absence of a psychology degree. I did get out some feeling while journaling before studying, which was definitely the smartest choice not to be plagued by the thought of that for the rest of the day. As in for what I am studying currently, I have finished reading How We Read Now and I can confirm I hated it. I will say more in my book review, but I really did not enjoy this. I have no idea how I manged to finish it today, as I wasn't even sure I would be done with it this week, but I am very thankful I am (almost) done with it. Tomorrow I'll just need to write down some general notes and then I will move on to something hopefully better. I will now head off to my massage appointment, and I really hope it will help with my back. Today it did hurt a bit less, but still I need a bit of help with relaxing I guess.

Productivity:

posted this book review

finished reading and highlighting How We Read Now by Naomi Baron (I worked on 5 chapters somehow) and this book will be my villain origin story

wrote another book review I will post soon

did some word puzzles

practiced Irish on duolingo

updated my reading journal

Self care:

didn't set an alarm and managed to wake up by myself before 8

read first thing in the morning

had a pretty intense journaling session

took my meds

📖: The Lumionous Dead by Caitlin Starlin, How We Read Now by Naomi S. Baron

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Riddle's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Vampire Word Count: ~1.4K Relationships mentioned: Mother (Dr. Carlotta Rosehearts), Evelyn (Dr. Rosehearts "friend"/veteranarian), Che'nya TW: toxic helicopter mom, "experimental dieting" on a child/malnourishment, She deserves to loose her medical license, dead animal/blood, animal abuse

"How long have you had him on a restricted diet? He's not all that old Carlotta, are you sure it's safe to try something like that on someone so young? Even if you do, it's not a very good testing pool to only have one subject, a proper study would enta-" "It doesn't matter Evelyn. The point is, I cannot keep wasting my time on synthetically making blood for Riddle. He's gotten to the point where I'm finally going have to take the risk of letting him consume animals blood, but I need you to curate the diet for the pigs I plan to use. I've already located a great farmer who said he'll raise and take care of them for me so all I have to do is come by to pick it up. The pigs can't be too fatty, and they cannot have a high glucose diet. In addition-" "Carlotta-" "Do NOT interrupt me Evelyn, that is very unbecoming and rude. Since you had something so important to say, why don't you go on and spit it out."

The younger woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "The diet you've suggested so far for the pigs will result in a terrible quality of life for them, and will likely shorten their life spans by quite a bit....they...if the farmer listens to you they might even....cannibalize each other." She stared down at her clasped hands. Dr. Rosehearts had always been an intense woman, but she had been the woman she needed in order to get the motivation to go to vet school. However, she also somehow felt that Evelyn was eternally indebted to her, and demanded her input and participation on every new idea that struck her, morals be damned. It wasn't even so much her opinion she seeked- Carlotta just wanted someone to tell her she was doing something right. She wasn't even related to Evelyn, but she felt terrified of defying her. She couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who shared a roof with her. She'd only seen him once or twice- he was always in his room sleeping or studying- despite being only about six years old in human years. Dr. Rosehearts just scoffed at the young woman. "I couldn't care less about their quality of life, so long as they don't anything they're not meant to- like each other- and stick to the plan I have for them, then my son should be perfect and set for life so long as he only eats from them for the rest of his life." Evelyn took a steadying breath. "....yes, but if the pigs are ill, chances are your son will fall ill as well." "Well that's where you come in. You'll be nursing them and ensuring they remain as healthy as possible so I don't have to waste my time synthesizing blood." By the time Carlotta had finished her sentence, Evelyn's eyes were on the tiny redhead boy clinging to a blanket and small stuffed animal as he rubbed his eyes. "Synthesizing blood?

Carlotta seemed to freeze up in her seat, her lips pressing into a thin line as she gripped her armrest until her knuckles turned white. Evelyn glanced between her and the boy, unsure really what to do. "Mama, you said I had real blood starting when I was three cen-taur-ies old....right?" Riddle seemed to wake up a bit more, his hair still sticking up a little as he rubbed his eye. "Cuz you promi-" "BACK to your room. You're not supposed to be awake yet Riddle." Her tone made both Evelyn and Riddle flinch, but Riddle started to tear up. "B-but you promised I was big enough when I w-was th-" Carlotta gave Evelyn a fake smile as she stood up. "I'll be a moment." She felt like she was meant to step in, but couldn't bring herself to do anything even as she winced as Dr. Rosehearts grabbed her sons wrist hard, causing him to sob as he was dragged back to his room.

As promised, she was back a few moments later, her sons cries no longer heard unless she really listened for it. She sighed and sat down, shaking her head. "Honestly, children are just too nosy sometimes." Evelyn looked away from Carlotta, uncomfortable. ".....is it true?....you told him he got real blood when he was that age?....you know that's....well I know you know, but...that's when kids are supposed to switch over gradually to start building their immune systems and give them access to the real thing so they can start hunting and getting the nutrients they need without...lab precision." She looked down at the floor, but she could feel Carlotta's eyes burning a hole in the top of her head. Before she could let her intimidate her out of saying it, she finished her thought. "The way you feed him now, and the way you want me to help you feed him in the future, is going to keep him malnourished." Carlotta had never evicted someone from her home faster, before making her way to her own blood supply and indulging herself in her guilty pleasure. --------------------------------------------------------

Riddle sobbed quietly into his pillow, not wanting his mother to hear, but he could smell the blood she was drinking from where he was. It was so unfair. He had been so excited all those birthdays ago, because he was finally moving up in the world. He knew, from his reading, that he was meant to have the synthesized blood to make sure he didn't have exposure to anything his body couldn't handle. Around three centuries, he was supposed to have had rodent blood mixed with the synthesized blood, until he was drinking strictly rodent blood. And at five centuries- well the list went on, and he knew it well. Of course he did. His mother made him read all about that, and maths, and science and world history and alchemy and hexes and curses and all manner of things instead of letting him do...anything else. But apparently not even the one thing he thought she had given him was true. "Whyyyyy you cryin?" Riddle startled and suppressed a small scream into his pillow, clinging it close to his chest, panting and terrified at the head and hands poking out from under his blackout curtains. The purple haired boy frowned, and turned his head upside down, further startling Riddle by accident. "What's wrong? 'm just curious. Meowybe I can he-" Riddle threw the pillow too gently to really do anything to the boy, but didn't want to call his mother into his room unless he really had to. When the boy just smiled at him after the pillow, he relaxed a little, not feeling like he was angry. "Y-you have got to go.....you g-got to go before my mama hears you!" He whimpered and curled up as his stomach grumbled. Che'nya tilted his head to the side, his ear flicking a bit in response. "I'll be back little vampy, don't nya worry 'bout good ole Che'nya!" The boy seemed to disappear, leaving Riddle to wonder if that interaction had really just happened or not. A few minutes passed, and he decided to try to sleep again, whimpering softly as he laid back down. However as soon as he got comfortable he heard a bit of a scuffle outside his window and the purple head of hair popped under his curtain again, something in his mouth. Riddle watched, bewildered, horrified and fascinated as the rest of the boys body assembled slowly in his room, before the boy spit out the rat he had in his mouth unceremoniously, it still twitching on the ground, "You know how to eat it, right?" Riddle looked down in disgust at the animal for a moment, before instincts took over. He was just so hungry. In seconds, all that was left of the rat was the pelt and dehydrated husk of what it used to be, and little Riddle panting as he realized just how good and filling the rats blood was compared to whatever his mom gave him. Shakily, unsure, he handed back the remains of the rat, looking up at Che'nya pleadingly with a few tears in his eyes. "I'll getchya some more little vampy. Don't worry. You're not gonna go hungry anymore." ----------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending lmao sjdfhlkjsdf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

i’d love to hear more about “I grow ten hundred feet tall” 👀

- @buckactuallys

That’s the little extra story to go along with proposal fic, because I’m apparently a persons who loves to write sequels to things that aren’t finished yet. It’s going to be five or so scenes, first takes place before the events of the main fic and is Eddie talking to Michael about coming out later in life after you’ve been married and have a kid, second is Bobby driving Eddie home after the first time Eddie gets hurt on the job after the lightning strike and they talk about loving Buck (set right before Buck and Eddie’s big fight in the main fic), third is the morning after the impromptu engagement party that Eddie wasn’t actually in attendance for and Chimney attempts to give him a shovel talk, fourth is after the events of the fic Eddie flying to Texas to come out to his parents (goes not great) and then his sisters (goes better), fifth is him returning home to Buck after all that. The broad concept is “Eddie talks to dads” asdfgh here’s him and Buck talking at an airport (some under the cut because there’s reference to potential homophobia)

If Buck doesn't stop kissing him Eddie is going to miss his flight, but he can't quite make himself pull away. It's nice here, in his husband's arms, warm and soft and comfortable, and it would be so easy to just stay here. Much easier than going to do the thing he's going to do. Eddie sighs and pulls back far enough to rest his forehead against Buck's.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

"No," Eddie shakes his head, then smiles at the look on Buck's face and says "No, I don't want you to come, not no I'm not sure."

Buck laughs a little, caught, but his eyebrows still have a worried tilt to them. Eddie reaches up a hand to smooth the left one out, thumb sliding between the strawberry marks. He leans into the touch. "I checked in the car. There's still seats on your flight."

Eddie kisses his cheek (again, for maybe the 50th time today). "Someone's gotta stay with Chris and all our regulars are otherwise occupied."

"Then we take him with us."

"No." Buck blinks at the intensity with which Eddie says it. Eddie sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "No, I don't want him within kidnapping distance if my dad decides he doesn't want his grand kid raised by homosexuals.”

"Jesus, Eddie." Buck's eyes go wide and Eddie regrets the way his jaw has tightened. "I should come with you."

"No- no, sorry, it's not going to be that bad." Buck looks at him skeptically, and Eddie presses a kiss into his chin, trying for reassuring but not sure if he's hit the mark. "It's not gonna be that bad."

"Eddie-"

"It'll be alright, I promise," Eddie sighs, taking Buck's hand. "It's gonna be unpleasant, sure, but it'll be fine and then it'll be over and I'll be back in less time than a double shift."

Buck studies him for a moment, unhappy, but nods at whatever he finds. “Alright. Call me when you land. And after you talk to them. And whenever you need.” Another kiss. “How about we just keep a line open the whole time?”

Eddie laughs softly, nose bumping into Buck’s cheek. “Phone bill would be a nightmare.”

“Worth it,” Buck says quietly. He rolls his eyes, then scrubs his hands over them, clearly frustrated. “I feel stupid- It’s two days, you’ll be fine, I’m just- I’m going to miss you. I hate that I won’t be there to have your back.”

“Two days,” Eddie agrees. “You always have my back. I’m probably gonna call you and gross cry over the phone, remember?”

“Proba-“

“Probably going to gross cry, definitely going to call,” Eddie clarifies. “I need to… know you and Chris are safe. I need to have you to come back home to. Two days-“ the PA system above them calls out boarding for his flight, and he tightens his grip on his duffel bag. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Go, they’ll take off without you.”

One last, last kiss, and Eddie pulls himself away and towards his flight, not looking back or else he might not have the strength to leave after all.

[feministsouthpark]

Mrs. Tweak - Character analysis (Part 3)

First time I covered her introduction in S2. Last time I covered her appearances from S3 to S5. You see, in season 6, there is a new development, as at one point, her son Tweek ascends to main character status. What does that give her? We see her again at the Marsh residence. No, seriously, Kyle makes a stupid bet which inflicts everyone to eat with their butt and poop out of their mouth. And Richard is one of the first people who jump on the bandwagon. He even joins an atheist club, along with the Stotches, the Tuckers, the Donovans and the Blacks (Side note tantrum: The Blacks and the Marshes are in the same room again!)

You see, this episode is not good at all for Helen. Richard brings her along, but she doesn't agree with any of his new views. However she doesn't say anything. She doesn't say a word through the whole episode. She just gives her usual blank, sad stare, wondering where she lost all her fight. She feels tired and powerless now.

"You know never to talk to strangers, right Tweek? You can't trust anybody." In Child Abduction Is Not Funny, for contrast, we do see her being on the same page as her husband. They are both paranoid over child abduction news.

Richard: Now, we don't want to alarm you, son, but we've installed new locks on your bedroom windows and door. It's important for you to know never to unlock them at night for anyone except your mother and I. Tweek: Oh Jesus! Huh! Helen: It's just a precaution, sweetie. Probably nothing will ever happen. As usual, it seems like Richard's view on the topic is much more intense, and while cautious, Helen's approach is much more laid-back. During the night, Richard tricks Tweek into thinking he is a police officer who is there to catch an abductor, and the naive Tweek opens the door for him.

Richard: You failed the test, son. Didn't I tell you not to open the door for anybody except your mother and I? Tweek: Oh God! Oh Jesus! Helen: [walks up and stands next to Richard at the doorway] What if that had been a child abductor pretending to be a police officer, Tweek? Richard: He would have sprayed your brains all over the floor and then taken your body off to the woods. [Tweek shakes his head in frustration and whimpers] You've got to be on your toes, Tweek. Alright, now go to bed and get some rest. Helen: 'Night, Pumpkin. [his dad closes the door and locks it, then the parents go off to bed. Tweek turns to go to bed, but looks distraught]

Of course the whole gag is based on how inconsiderate and damaging they are as parents, with Helen bringing home Richard's point. However they do have slightly differing approaches, and while the psychology of good parenting is missing, I find Helen reassuring Tweek to be sweet at the very least, how she calls him Pumpkin. She is naturally next shown comforting Tweek, after he has been abducted by an actual child abductor.

"Tweek, Tweek, are you okay?" Of course after that experience, they both become even more paranoid. Then the news tell them most child abuse incidents are by the parents themselves. She immediately gets suspicious of Richard, without any hesitation.

Richard: Where are you going? Helen: Uh... I'm just going to go upstairs and see if Tweek is still in his bed. Richard: Oh? [puts the popcorn and blanket aside and rises] I think I'll go with you. Helen: It's okay. I can do it. Richard: I just want to make sure that you- Helen: That I don't abduct him? How do I know that you haven't done it already? Richard: Me? I would never abduct our son! Helen: That's not what the new study says! Richard: [wipes his forehead, then] Well what are we supposed to do, eh-? How can we protect Tweek from ourselves? [both parents look upstairs]

The scene shows distrust in both partners of the relationship. They let Tweek wander on his own with the rest of the children. In the end the parents learn that while the kids can be in danger at home, they are still in less danger than on their own, so they get their children back. By the way I love how sassy she looks when Richard relizes their mistake.

In The Death Camp of Tolerance, she encourages Tweek to be tolerant and get educated about harmful stereotypes. Interestingly, the rest of the parents mistakenly send their sons to an extremist torture camp, but the Tweaks didn't. They probably noticed something was off and bailed on the opportunity, and you better believe the credit isn't to be given to Richard.

That was Helen in season 6, join me for season 7 and beyond right here on tumblr and bless all your hearts for reading this!

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

Can I request some Jonathan crane x reader with some sub/dom dynamics? Reader being the sub :)💗 thank you so much!! I hope you have a good rest of your week!

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, my first request! Ok, so sub/dom stuff covers a very wide area, so I'm just gonna write a very small thing. I hope that's what you're looking for!

CW: Teacher/Student Relationship, Light choking, some verbal teasing, GN!reader

"No. Try again."

You sigh and search your brain. These private study sessions at Professor Crane's apartment were more intense than usual these days, but you couldn't blame him. Finals were coming up, and you couldn't imagine how much Crane would be disappointed if you were less than perfect on his test.

"I wonder."

You look up from your textbook as he steps towards you. Suddenly, a hand grabs your throat in a light hold. Instinctively, you raise your hands to pull them away, but relax as you look into your professor's eyes.

"Perhaps a quick shot of adrenaline will help." His voice lowers to a murmur, but you hang onto every word. "Although you already have something else in mind, don't you?"

Okay, it's really no secret that you want to be on his bed, at his mercy. But when education is concerned, he doesn't slack. You try to deny being distracted.

"You're a terrible liar. The signals are all there. And as much as I would love to rip every piece of clothing off of you, we both know that won't happen until I know for sure you have this material memorized."

He releases his grip, allowing you to catch your breath. As you gasp for air, Crane leans into your ear.

"I won't deny that breaks are important, so if you get this one right, I'll let you choke on something else."

You're about to choke on your own spit, his statement catches you off guard.

"What is a common response to fear?"

Oh, he's giving an easy one on purpose. He thinks he's being clever, but he has his own obvious signals. You smile and answer that it's a fight or flight response.

He smiles back. "Good. You know where I want you."

[dohyunahn]

last but not least, it's me bear (he/him) again, here with my final muse intro. this here is ahn dohyun, an absolutely beloved muse of mine who, despite having existed for years at this point, i've never gotten to write. he's a 23 year old music teacher at an international school. he's passionate about music, good literature, his family and friends, and baked goods. here you can find links to his profile, and bio. under the cut i'll leave some tldr info about him. you know the drill, please like this post if you'd like to plot!

dohyun was born the 3rd child to an eventual family of 7. he's a twin, though he and his twin brother are pretty different. that didn't stop them from being inseperable as children though. even now he's still exceptionally close to his twin, and he's one of teh very few people in the world that dohyun will ever complain to.

he had a very normal, though slightly poor, youth. with so many kids it was pretty hard to make ends meet, but it never bothered anyone and they all made do. they were always reminded that many people had much, much less than they did

[ tw: parental death ] at the age of 10, his mother fell ill, and wanting to spend what could be her last years with her own family, they moved to seattle, usa where she got intensive treatment that inevitably didn't work. when dohyun was 14, his mother passed away, and shortly after that they moved back to seoul [ end of tw ]

dohyun took on a 'motherly' role in the family after the loss of their mother, despite having an older sister. he was naturally much more nurturing than his siblings and found that looking after them helped him deal with his grief. he also turned to music much more during this time and would play his mothers piano to feel close to her

he sought a lot of comfort in his old best friend who he reconnected with after he got back to seoul and managed to find his happiness again

his grades took a slump around the time of his mothers illness, and passing, but he managed to climb back up to near the top of his class by the time he graduated high school. he went on to college, taking a break midway through for military service. he studied music education with a minor in korean literature, and after graduating in late 2023, he landed a job teaching music at an international school that would begin at the start of the new school year in march 2024

along the way, he and his childhood best friend fell in love (or perhaps that happened even before dohyun moved away; he'd never been quite sure) but they began dating shortly before high school graduation, and though his enlistment came with some bumps in the road, they're still together and he plans to spend the rest of his life with him

dohyun is a gentle giant. while he's gotten pretty 'buff' since his enlistment (he kept up with his exercise after discharge) he'd never hurt even a fly. he's entirely too selfless sometimes, but can be a bit stubborn (almost has a bit of 'mother knows best' attitude)

loves baking and eating baked goods, and appreciates a good hot drink, whether it be tea or coffee, or something else

definitely the kind of teacher who's never seen without a flask of tea or coffee

[splendidissimus]

2003ish - "Being depressed doesn't make you unworthy." (Patronus)

((Content warning: depression))

Genre: romance

Romance level: high

Angst level: 3/5

Draco's headspace: low

((words: ~800))

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Theo let himself into Draco's study, leading a glowing silver little animal with his wand. The animal skittered around, low and long, and Draco at first thought it was a ferret, and was prepared to be offended, but it wasn't shaped quite right.

"You got it corporeal?" He stood to try to get a better look at the Patronus, if it would stay still. Theo helpfully directed it up onto the desk, where it perched on its back legs, looking at him. "What is that, a weasel?" 

"Mongoose." Theo seemed pleased with himself. 

"The snake-hunter? That's such a strange form for a Slytherin. It's perfect, you rebellious weirdo." He put his finger in front of the mongoose's face and tested to see if it would follow along, and it did, seemingly curious. After a minute it playfully bit at his finger, which had pressure but felt like nothing but a brief warm sensation. 

"You sure you don't want to try again?" Theo sat down, and his mongoose playfully gambolled over the top of the desk and then off into the air. 

"I'm sure." Draco retook his seat. "It is a waste of time, of course. Unless you expect Wiltshire to be invaded by Dementors?"

"No, it's just an enjoyable intellectual challenge. And it's good to be prepared — if we're ever in Diagon Alley and someone cries out 'Oh, is there a Patronus in the building?', I'll be able to save the day." 

"I like that you're planning for all these likely contingencies. I can't tell you how many times I've been out in Diagon Alley and heard someone cry out for a Patronus and had to look on helplessly." 

Theo smiled and left the mongoose to its own devices as it decided to invade Draco's lap. "You could do it, you know." 

"It's well-known that Dark wizards can't produce a Patronus." He pet the barely-there creature for a second before he shooed it away.

"Putting aside iteration 487 of the 'you aren't a Dark wizard' argument—"

"Yes, let's. We'll call this one a draw."

"—some well-known propaganda horseshit, is what that is. I reckon Dark Wizards've got more reason to do it if they're trying to use the things; it's not like Dementors are known for being all that obedient and trustworthy. Look at Umbridge, she was complete evil, but we all saw her Patronus in the pictures of the trials." He idly held out his hand and the mongoose happily galloped back to it, then started playfully attacking it, trailing ghostly whorls of light. "There might be some merit to the idea that Dark wizards tend to look for easy solutions, and summoning a Patronus is damned hard so they're not likely to actually put in the work, but that's a matter of correlation, not causation, and anyway, I'm not even completely convinced it holds up. Some Dark magic is among the most effort-intensive I've ever seen. 

"What it actually is is some self-congratulatory elitism, arbitrarily assigning moral superiority to the ability to master a difficult spell whose success is highly dependent on factors completely outside the wizard's control. A high-quality mediaeval righteousness fable wizardkind has collectively decided not to question because it inherently validates the nobility of its supporters and invalidates its critics as envious less-thans."

Draco watched him with some curiosity, chin resting on his fingers. "I don't think I've ever seen you so passionate."

"I am passionate. I'm pissed at us. You're a better person than I am by almost any metric, and the idea that you can't make a Patronus because you're somehow bad is personally offensive. A Patronus doesn't require goodness or moral fortitude. It just requires simple joy; if you can't make one, it's not because you're a Dark wizard. It's just because you can't find a happy memory because you've had a shit life."

"I have happy memories," Draco argued mildly.

"Do you have memories that are pure happiness? No complications or regrets or bad associations around the edges?"

He knew the answer to that perfectly well. Draco leaned back to regard him. "And you have? With your dead mother and Death Eater father and no friends? What is it, a particularly satisfying bit of research coming together?"

"Kissing you." 

Draco did smile a little. "You're an embarrassment," he said fondly, going back to his papers. 

Theo banished his Patronus as he came around to his side of the desk. "Being emotionally complicated doesn't make you evil," he said, settling his arm around his shoulders, and laid a kiss on the back of his head. "Being depressed doesn't make you unworthy." 

He didn't trust himself to speak through the surprise lump in his chest, but he bowed his head lifted his hand to cup the back of Theo's in a silent thank-you.

[quippih]

i need to get out of florida

I've lived here for my whole life. It's always been the same hot weather and scorching sun and suffocating humidity. I don't hate it here; if I could afford an apartment far away from my family but close enough to the beach that I could go whenever I wanted and got top surgery and hormones so I didn't feel like a freak whenever I go to the beach then yeah. I'd live here for the rest of my life. I fucking love the beach.

But a little less than a year ago I was up in Kansas City, going to art school and living in the overflow housing that was just a hotel next to the school. And yeah, I wasn't doing great in my classes and I eventually was kicked out because of it, but damn did I feel free.

I even had a job, as mind numbing and exhausting as it was. In hindsight seasonal depression plus my uncle passing away really put me in a position where I wasn't fighting to stay in that school. I wasn't trying. For 90% of my life I've blamed myself for my shortcomings, so shoot me if I want to blame the snow and some cancer for not trying, instead of faulting it on my own willpower.

I miss it every day. I don't miss the student debt and the art history and critical studies classes. I mainly miss riding my electric bike around and feeling responsible when I went to get groceries with money I earned. Sure, I wasn't paying rent and I got most of my meals through the school. But I didn't have to think about whether or not I was allowed to have a treat or get myself a midnight snack. Or whether I was allowed to go to late night events or ride my bike around town at ungodly hours of the night.

Of course, I wasn't really taking care of myself that much either. I was very wishy-washy with therapy, which sucks because I found a therapist I really liked right before I left. He knew nothing about being trans, which I sometimes find is a good thing because explaining it to someone else makes me feel like I understand myself more than I probably do. I was at least taking my meds, I tried to use good coping skills or whatever. I didn't drink alcohol or shoot heroin or anything. But again, getting hit with a wave of not being able to get out of bed because it's cold outside was fucking intense. Especially after living somewhere where the only two seasons are hot and hotter.

I'm reading Nevada right now, a book about a trans woman in New York who rides her bike a lot and thinks a lot about Being Trans in a very self-aware kind of way. And I see her holding a job and living in an apartment with her girlfriend and (spoilers) having to couch surf with a friend for a bit and I think. I've already got friends in New York. I have L, a friend who does performing arts and has been up there at SVA for at least a year now. My friend D is going up there for SVA too. I went to an art high school full of fellow fags and dykes and transsexuals, of course a good chunk of them are ending up in New York.

It's hard to have that courage again, because I failed the first time. I don't know if I want to go to New York, or Kansas City, or anywhere else because I won't have anywhere to turn to if I fail again. In a school sense, I mean; if I had a degree and was just struggling to find work and couldn't afford rent then I think my parents would help me out a bit. They're not heartless or anything.

I think I'm going to get my bachelors in Graphic Design at the local college, fill my time with school so my parents think I'm working towards something, and then I'll fuck off to some other state where it snows. I'll figure out how to hold a job and pay rent and live with my boyfriend and live with my girlfriend and take hormones and save up for top surgery and Be a Person without wanting to kill myself again.

and maybe then, after a while, i'll come back home and go to the beach again.

[skatetome]

hello!! could you please write elinor fairmont x fem reader? hope you have a nice day :)

More Locations Than Pages

Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1777 words

Warnings: FIRST KILL SPOILERS!! Fight description

Author's Note: This definitely could've been better, sorry anon :(. I used way too many time breaks. Anyways, thank you so much for the request! I hope you have a good day too!!

University was stressful — every single part of it. Even though you were in your sophomore year, the homesickness and constant pressure to succeed were still both as bad as they were freshman year. You valued the independence you received as a result of going to an out-of-state university and living in a dorm all alone, but there’s nothing you missed more than having your parents to go to when things got too stressful. You definitely didn’t adjust to that change during your first year here, and based on how you’ve been feeling recently, you probably won’t adjust to it during your second year, either. This university lifestyle was what you predicted to be amazing for your wellbeing, but it seems to be the complete opposite.

Your parents putting you under the impression that your grades were the only thing that mattered about you is the main reason university has been so difficult for you. Even after being moved out of their home for two years, the mindset they pushed on you for your entire life was obviously still very prevalent. The thoughts became so familiar to the point where you'd probably feel worse without them. There's a huge chance that your grades would decline, too. If your mind isn't constantly degrading you for every point you get off on an assignment, or telling you that you can put off your needs for a bit since you need to study, would your grades even be above a C-? If you gave up the rigid and intense habits after years of practicing them, what will that mean for your future? While abstaining from that lifestyle would give you answers to those questions, you simply don't feel ready to — at the moment, at least.

You stared at the empty document on your screen. What was supposed to be the first page of a paper with a seven-page minimum was nothing but a piece of digital printer paper that's been sitting in a printer for three weeks. Yep, you've had the last three weeks to write this entire paper. Sadly, for you, the paper was due tomorrow morning. It was currently 11pm, meaning you had twelve hours to write seven pages, which was absolutely impossible for you. You sigh and place your head onto your folded arms that rested on your desk. Your tired eyes glued themselves to the wood of the desk that lies right before them. The heaviness of your eyelids is quickly lifted at the sound of your phone going off. You raise your head from your arms and grab your phone. You reposition yourself into a less lazy seating position as you read and exchange messages with your girlfriend, Elinor Fairmont, or as you call her, Ellie.

———

hey can you come over to my place? it's urgent

sure, i'll bike over. see you in 5

love you. stay safe!

love you too!!

———

You grin as you turn off your laptop. Grabbing your mini backpack from the spot on the floor next to your desk, you stuff your laptop and its charger into it. You zip the top zipper closed and toss both the straps onto your shoulders. You approach the door of your dorm, open it, and lock it the moment you get out of the doorway. You make your way through the empty hallway, humming to the tune of a song that's been stuck in your head as you do so. Once you finally reach the exit, you push the door open and walk straight to the bike rack that rests next to your dorm building. You grab a key down from your pocket and unlock your bike. You walk it away from the rack and hop on the seat. You then start your route to Elinor's house, a route that's practically engraved in your head.

*****

You knock on the door of your girlfriend's house, laying with the straps on your backpack as you wait. You watch as Elinor runs down the staircase and towards the door. She grabs the doorknob and pulls the door open, waving you inside. The look on her face and her fast paced body language alarm you, as the reason she invited you over must've truly been urgent. She walks you up the staircase and pulls you by the wrist into her bedroom, seating you on the bed next to her.

"What's wrong? You seem to... panicked." You ask, concern starting to fill the newly-formed pit in your stomach.

"You're going to hate me." Elinor sighs, a worried smile plastering onto her face.

"I could never hate you, pretty. Just please tell me what's wrong so I can try to help."

You weren't lying. Ellie was perfect in your eyes, and there was truly nothing that could change that. You'd loved her for only a year and a half, but it felt like longer. The memories you two shared were similar to ones of true soulmates — which is where it seemed you and Ellie's relationship stood. You took your backpack off and placed it on the floor next to your feet, not breaking eye contact with Elinor as you waited for her to answer.

"It's a long story, but, basically, I got in a fight with these two guys and one of them tried to stab me but actually ended up stabbing the other guy. Juliette found my lipstick at the scene so she thinks I was the one who stabbed the guy. She stole my storage unit key and now she's with our distant brother Oliver and his girlfriend doing God knows what."

Her entire statement broke your heart. Knowing that she had gotten in a fight with two guys without you there to make sure she was alright was nauseating. The last thing you would want for Ellie is for her to get injured, or, in this case, actually stabbed. You couldn't imagine finding out the news, or even worse, watching her die. You felt one of your eyes fill with tears, which you quickly blinked away.

You and Juliette had always been on pretty good terms. Though you two didn't talk much, your shared conversations about dating girls were always enjoyable. That said, the attempt she was making to ruin Elinor's life with a murder accusation turned you away from her instantly. You couldn't believe that your girlfriend's own sister would do something like this. In fact, this whole situation was unbelieveable.

"Do you think Juliette and your brother will call the cops or something?"

"God I hope not." Elinor replies, plopping down onto the pillowed end of her bed as if she was getting ready to sleep.

"Do you want to get some sleep?" You ask the blonde, following her footsteps in laying down.

After seeing her nod sleepily, you pull the duvet over your two bodies. You bring Elinor closer to you, her head burrowing into your neck. You rub her back slowly, as you two doze off, cuddled against eachother.

*****

What sounded like hundreds of police sirens outside of the Fairmont house woke you up from your sleep. You blink a few times to adjust to the light before slowly removing our arms from Elinor's embrace. You get up from the bed and look out the window, seeing only the edges of red and blue blinking lights. You run back to the bed and stand by Elinor. You bend your knees a bit to get on her level before shaking her body lightly and whisper-shouting at her to wake up. It takes you about five shakes until her eyes started to open. You let go of her for a moment so she could wake up. Once she started to sit up, you pointed at the window as a way of silently showing her what was going on.

"We have to get out of here." You say, reaching your hand out for the tired girl to grab. She obliges and uses it to pull herself from her bed. She walked you both towards the window and let go of of your hand to open said window.

"Hop out, slide down the roof, and meet me down there.. we can run into town and hide, it's just down that hill over there." Elinor cried, the panic starting to settle into the two of you.

You nod at her and wiggle your way through the window frame, falling onto the slanted roof shortly after. You then slide down the roof and onto the grass, your back being the first and only part of your body to take impact. You sigh at the pain as you get up to stretch and wait for Elinor to follow you. You see the girl nervously make her way out of the house right after you. You back away a bit and watch as she slides down the roof and onto the ground where you stand. You reach both of your hands out for her to use to help her get up. You give her a quick peck on the lips before grabbing her hand and guiding the two of you towards the glowing lights of the city.

*****

After what felt like the two of you had run three marathons to get to the city, you rested on a bench to catch your breath. Elinor's head rested on your shoulder as your synced breathing began to slow down and return to a normal pace, similar to your heart rates. The tranquil silence you two had shared for who knows how long helped with your bodies going back to relaxation. Your minds have both slowed down too. The raging thoughts became less speedy and it was easier to come up with an escape plan.

"Do you, um, want to go get a room at that hotel down the street?" You asked your resting girlfriend.

"Sure, can you carry me, though?"

"The things I do for you." You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your girlfriend to pick her up. You stand up and readjust so you can carry her bridal style. Before you start walking, Elinor pulls you in for a kiss that was well needed for both of you. You stay kissing for just a few moments before she pulls away. You stare into her eyes before pulling her into another kiss.

"That's the suspect!" A man's voice calls out. "In that woman's arms!"

You and Ellie pull away and look at the cops then back at each other. You start running down the streets of Savannah, Georgia with your criminal girlfriend in your arms and a seven-page paper you hadn't even started.

[sebearie]

midnight study dates

✿ college! kuroo tetsurō x gn! reader

"you look cute," he said, resting his head on his arms, looking up at you as you glared at him.

your eye bags more prominent than ever. hair disheveled, aggressively ruffled after hours of intense frustration. you were pretty sure you could pass off as that trashcan puppet from elmo. "shut up kuroo, i look like absolute crap."

"never seen crap look so cute," he grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes, pulling your glasses off your face.

"hey," you whined, as he held them up in front of his eyes, squinting, trying to see through them, "your eyesight sucks."

"kuroo, need those to see," you pouted, barely containing a smile as he tried on your glasses.

"hmmm, say please," he teased, pushing it up his nose bridge.

"m'not saying that," you crossed your arms, turning away from him in defiance.

"then i guess i'll just keep these," he said taking them off, eyes carefully trained on your expression as he slowly inched it towards his backpack. "fine fine, please," you rolled your eyes, finally giving in as he smirked.

"say it then."

"i just did kuroo," you sighed, resting your temple on your hand as you rubbed it.

"say 'kuroo, give me back my glasses..."'

"kuroo, give me back-."

"ah ah let me finish dummy, 'pretty please my dashing boyfriend,'" he chuckled as you glared at him. "and don't forget the puppy eyes yn, shh shh," he placed a finger on your lips as you tried to retort.

"...fine, kuroo, give me back my glasses," you paused as he looked down at you expectantly with a wide smile mouthing "puppy eyes." and that's the last straw for you as pulled him by the forearm towards you, his face inches away from yours, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing a little, cherishing the moment, you steal the glasses off his hand and smirk in victory.

"hey, that's cheating," he laughed, trying to snatch it back as you moved it around in the air trying to avoid him.

"i don't make the rules," you stuck your tongue out at him, stretching your arm out behind you, this time he moves towards you, your noses just barely missing each other. caught off guard you relax your grip on the glasses as he steals it back and kisses your nose.

"two can play at this game babe."

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bonus! your first encounter:

"i can't believe i almost failed this one too! i can't understand anything, i'm gonna have to pull an all-nighter for tomorrow's test," you groaned into the call leaning against the vending machine. kuroo unintentionally eavesdropping when he gets a snack for himself.

a few hours later, kuroo's about to leave the library when he sees you, sleeping on your desk, mouth slightly agape, chuckling to himself at the sight. you swear you feel something cool press against your cheek even in the daze of your dreams, you wake up to see a canned drink with a sticky note stuck to the side written, "you can do it! i believe in you" with a little smiley face, and just like that your night feels a little less sucky.

seyeon's note ✿: first of a few reposts of my favourite drabbles/fics from my old acc, just because i want them all in one place! i read an amazing kuroo series yesterday and hhhh im so inspired to write stuff again ✨

interactions = free onigiri 🍙 (i know a guy ☺︎)

[echoversit]

Questions 1

I'll probably turn this into a mini-series of questions I wish I could ask Sun and Moon and their replies. This was inspired by @bamsara 's immaculate fic Solar Lunacy (which I have been posting a lot about whoops). Word count is about 1.8k so enjoy!

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     “I’ve got a question.” You say, sagging into the desk chair the same way you do after every long shift. You’re not even halfway through yet. Sun watches you curiously from the other side of the desk, moving to sit on it, hands moving to support him as he leans back. 

     “Shoot!” he sends you a grin and you mostly send one back. His gaze seems to intensify slightly, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“How do you guys solve problems?” you ask. Sun’s eyebrows raise slightly as he starts to think, a hand coming up to his chin.

“Permanently.” He seems to interrupt his own thinking, looking surprised and then his face goes suddenly blank, before he comes back and chuckles nervously. “Ahaha, what a thing to say! I’m not sure that was quite what I meant to-”

“You know, your face goes blank when you’re talking to Moon.” you interrupt him, eyebrows raised incredulously but a smile on your face. He blinks at you, genuinely surprised. 

“Really?” You nod.

“Oh yeah…I can also tell when Moon’s talking even when it's your turn. It’s kind of obvious. But you don’t talk a lot when it’s his turn. Is it harder to talk when it’s you or do you not have alot to say..?” You take a moment to look at his reaction. His eyebrows are raised in consternation, and there’s a wide smile on his face despite the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, sunshine, I didn’t realize you knew us so well!” he said, a hand coming to frame his face charmingly, sending you a wink. “But we got off topic, how do we solve problems? I usually try to figure out exactly what the source of the problem is and work top down.”

Your eyebrows narrow in thought. “...um, could I have an example?” He nodded quickly.

“Sure! Just the other day, a whole group of children had an upset. If I tried calming down each child individually, it could take all day and the problem might not be solved. I found the one that was the most upset- one of the younger ones- and discovered that he was extra hungry since he hadn’t had breakfast and it was already lunch! I gave him some food, he stopped crying, and with a little comforting, the rest of the children stopped too, since they were only crying in reaction to his tantrum.”

You scratch your cheek absentmindedly. “That makes sense. I like that approach.”

“Well thank you!” he leans a little closer to you. “What made you ask that question? Something happen in the outside world?” You cocked your head, a different question suddenly in mind.

“Sun..do you ever wish you could leave the daycare? Or even the pizzaplex?”

Sun’s face instantly went blank for a full ten seconds. When he came back, he fully shivered back into his frame, before his eyes jolted wide as his shaky grin. “What? What a silly question, that can’t have been what you were thinking of!” 

Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “No, I’m- are you ok? You just always say ‘outside world,’ and it made me curious-”

“Yes! We’re fine!! Now, no more pesky distractions, what happened to make you curious about problem solving?” His tone is a little less warm than you’re used to, but you try to shrug it off, studying his expression and latching onto the tiny, pinprick pupils that only appear when something has not gone to plan. You hold them for a long moment, watching as his guard tenses again, before your lips press together and you sigh, giving up. His tension lessens.

“I asked because there’s some stuff going on in my project group, and I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“Hmm, is that why I see a contact named “GP Idiot DNI” show up in your phone notifications?” he said casually, and you frown at him, glancing down at your phone, tossed onto the desk carelessly, now lighting up with text messages. You groan, partially forgetting the tension still in the air. 

“Yeah. Some of my groupmates have an issue with the leader, who…” your phone buzzes again, and you silence it decisively. “will not leave me alone. I’ve kind of become the center of the problem without even attempting to get into their argument.”

Sun made a sympathetic sound. “That does sound tough. Have you tried asking what happened?”

You roll your eyes. “I did, actually. I got a couple versions. The original argument was a year ago, they don’t even fully remember what happened. Making amends is out though, both parties made that clear.”

He hummed. “Well, have you tried switching groups? If you’ve become the center of a problem that’s not even recent, remove yourself. They can fight it out amongst themselves. Or just fail the project.”

You straighten. “I guess that’s a possibility. I’ll have to email my prof. I just feel bad..it’s my only on-campus class this semester, and I’ve been trying really hard since I know the professor.”

A large hand is placed on your shoulder.  Raising your head, Sun looks down at you kindly. “If you know them, they know how hard of a worker you are. I’m sure they’ll understand.” You smile back up, pleased with your solution. Thinking about it a little, you’re pretty sure if you explain it at the next class, the prof will let you switch. There’s still enough time. You put your hand over his in a show of thanks.

“Thanks, Sun. I guess I just needed a new perspective. I don’t really have a lot of people to ask, but I’m glad I talked to you about it.” You fiddle with your other hand a little as you say it. His smile shrinks but grows considerably more genuine.

“Well I’m flattered that you thought to come to me first.” he says softly, thumb smoothing slowly over your hand exactly twice before he stood up suddenly. “Now, we need to finish cleaning up! We’ve left this awful mess for this long?”

You chuckle quietly and heave yourself out of the comfortable security chair.

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You make eye contact with the red-eyed wonder to your right as you fiddle with a broken security bot.

“Hey Moon?”

His attention on you sharpens. His eyes are always on you anyways, but you tend to attribute it to his security programming. Facial recognition and all that.

“How come you can speak when Sun’s out but he doesn’t speak when you’re out?”

He blinks once, face going neutral for a moment before he shrugs. You grimace at him, and he tugs at his cap. After you glare at him for a few more seconds, he lifts into the air slightly on the wire system, body going slightly limp as he does so- his nervous tell. You try not to break your gaze in triumph.

“-gets more time.” You blink. 

“Hmm?”

“There’s more lights on than off. I get a little bit of his turn.”

You consider this. The pizzaplex is lights on around 7AM, but opens at 8. Then, the building closes at 10:30 at night, but depending on your shift the lights can stay on until midnight. That’s only 7-8 hours for Moon versus- you double check your math- 16 or 17 for Sun? No wonder they’re so neurotic- Sun barely gets any rest and Moon gets barely any time to stretch his legs. You say the first thing that comes to mind.

“That’s not fair.” Moon floats a foot or two above the ground, still. Listening. You continue. “Management or Parts and Services need to even that out. Or make lights turn out quicker or something. You only get a few hours to be fully active and Sun has to run for most of the day? You’ve got to be restless out of your mind and Sun’s got to be fucking exhausted. I bet that’s part of why he doesn’t say much when it’s you turn.” you finish, frustrated on the animatronic’s behalf. 

Moon stares at you, eyes white. He doesn’t even manage a “language.” You take this as a confirmation of your speculation.

You hum. “I bet if I email Management about that and make a case about not overworking one side of the daycare attendant over the other they’d do something about it.” you think for a moment. “I might say something about it to Freddy too? I think he mentioned that he can make complaints to management one time.” You walk over to Moon and pat him on the arm since you can’t reach his shoulder. “Would that help a bit?” You don’t want to overstep. Moon looks at you, blinking one eye into a red glow. He smiles at you, something closer to real from Moon than you’d seen yet.

“Problem-solver. New nickname?” You laugh at the reference to your earlier conversation. “No, I’ll keep the one have, thanks.” you flash your gifted nametag and his smile sharpens in delight. You wink at him, and turn to screw the last few bolts into the security bot and watch it's eyes flash on. After setting it on it’s way, you turn back to Moon as he does what Sun did earlier and shivers slightly, eyes refocusing on you after a moment. You stand again and wipe off your knees, stretching and then checking your watch. It’s late. You look up meet Moon’s eyes head on, finding him quite a bit closer to you than a few seconds ago, watching you very closely from just a foot or two to your side, feet back on the ground. You startle slightly at the looming animatronic, but shrug it off, clearing your throat. 

“I should probably head out, I have class tomorrow..” you say, almost regretful to go, but you can’t think of any other reason to stay. Moon silently escorts you to the staff exit door onthe wire system. As you wave and open the door, he snickers seemingly to nothing, then turns back to you.

“If you are not removed from your group project idiot..remove them.” You shake your head in amusement. 

“Nope, sorry. Not happening, thank though. Goodnight, Moon.”

He stares into space for a minute, face blank and eyes black. The red glow comes back after a moment. 

“Goodnight Brat.” then, a slight crackle. His eyes flicker white briefly. Then, a much brighter voice comes out then you were used to. “Goodnight, Sunshine! See you tomorrow!”

You straighten, then grin and wave again. Moon’s eyes shift fully to white. “Goodnight Sun! Both of you have a nice night!” a silent wave accompanies you out the door. 

As you clock out and exit the building, the night’s discussions leave you thinking. An email to management was definitely in order to solve that issue- Sun and Moon would probably be a lot calmer if their schedule was evened out. They might enjoy things more, and that might help whatever was wrong with Moon...? You tuck that thought away for now. That was one problem solved, but you wouldn’t be forgetting that system reboot when you asked if they ever wanted to leave. Getting in your car, you russle through your bag and toss the heavy “Fazbear Entertainment Extended Staff Rules, Guidelines, Legal Reminders, and Permissions” book onto your dashboard and prepared yourself for a late night of McDonald’s coffee. You had some reading to do about how far your animatronic handling responsibilities can stretch.

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Dust in the Wind Part 11 (tbb)

Master <Part 10 Part 12>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: General audience

Words: 3.6k

a/n: we get yelled at and then we go on vacation. fluff happens. v sweet, brush your teeth well after reading. found some resources so now I'll start branching out and giving names to planets! maybe. we also get to hear about 2 characters I made up for the story, one named after another beloved CoD character (the first is Maxis).

“Can you at least say something? Having you glare at me with your arms crossed while I wait in anticipation for a verbal beat down isn’t my idea of a good time.”

Hunter hadn’t said a word to you about your antics. Hadn’t said anything to you, actually. When you got on the ship, he asked Tech to check your wounds and patch you up while Echo got us back into Hyperspace. Then he asked Wrecker to take you to his bunk and from there, everyone seemed to understand that Hunter was going to rip you a new one. Wrecker whispered a “it was nice knowing you” before putting you down in your final resting place.

From what you understood, the mission was a success. It would have likely failed had you not intervened. You did what needed to be done and fast. Quick thinking was a great quality in the field! Yet here you were, waiting to be lectured. The man simmered with anger, frustration, and stress, practically radiating hostility without words. His half-tattooed face started to look less like a skull and more like a warning.

Hunter sighed and looked away for a moment, releasing some of the energy he was accumulating.

“Do you know how stupid that was? You jumped in without a single thought of how it would interfere with the mission.” His voice was curt, sharp like a knife, but you could tell he was holding back.

“Not doing anything when I could help would—”

“You’re not listening, Maxis.” His voice was steady, a practiced anger. His voice wasn’t louder but held more fierceness than before. “Not only did you have no concern for your safety but no regard for the rest of the squad. If you got captured or gave away our position, the mission not only could have been compromised, but…” Hunter stopped, avoiding ‘what ifs’. He then adjusted his bandana and ran a hand through his hair before securing it again. “Why?”

“Why what? You’re going to have to be specific. I did many things where that question could apply to.”

“Why did you do any of it? Why didn’t you at least wait for my approval?”

You rolled your eyes, the first time you felt this was unfair. “The approval that would never have come? I was there when you all planned this, and it was down practically to the minute. Schematics, blueprints, and maps, I studied them with you. When you got in a jam, I saw an opportunity to get you back on schedule and fast, so I took it. Most of your work was in the factory, not outside, so I knew to at least stay above ground. You said so yourself, this mission was important, and I took it seriously.” After you finished, you slumped back, realizing that he could take your backtalk as disrespect.

Hunter took a moment to think about it. You could tell he was flip flopping between wanting to commend you on your quick thinking and wanting to argue with you about getting involved so thoughtlessly.

In the silence, you decided to push your luck once more, so you cross your arms and leaned back against the wall. In a deep voice and terrible accent, you mockingly said, “’Oh thank you Maxis, it was really cool of you to step in like that, saved us time and effort.’ Oh no problem, Sarge, I do what I can, glad I could help.”

His eyes were intense, and you were sure you were about to learn how quick he was at killing, but instead all he did was reply, “I don’t sound like that.”

You scrunched up your face and said, “you do a little bit, yeah,” as you showed as much with one of your hands.

Finally, his whole body relaxed as he changed positions, so he wasn’t leaning or crossing his arms, his demeaner changing to a more open one. “You’re insufferable, Maxis. I am trying to be mad at you for putting your life on the line and being absolutely reckless. I already went through this with Omega and it’s not easier a second time. You’re right, I and the entire squad are thankful for what you did, it was extremely irresponsible but probably saved the entire mission.

“I just don’t understand. One second, you’re a mechanic, the next, you take out four troopers by yourself. I look away for one second and you’re taking a speeder for a joy ride over a canyon.” He took a breath for a moment, placing words to the emotions that rattled in his head. “I told you I’d keep you out of danger, but I can’t do that if you invite danger in like that. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Your mouth felt dry. “Then what do you want?”

Hunter sighed; this was too much emotional talk for the man, it was clear in his entire disposition. “I want you safe. If you want to be more than a mechanic when a mission calls for it, it’s clear you’d be a great asset to the team in skill, but you haven’t shown you can communicate with us when it matters. It’s hard to trust your life with someone who won’t listen or someone who doesn’t trust you with their name…” his voice trailed off and it went silent.

“(Y/N).”

Hunter snapped his neck to look directly at you. “What?”

“It’s my real name. I’m not ready to use it again but… I can see how much you care for your squad and how hard it must be to keep it together as the leader. I’m… not sorry for jumping in but I am sorry for making your job harder, for making you worry. To show my commitment, that I’m going to do what it takes from now on, I’m telling you my real name.”

Hunter blinked, stunned. After a moment, he whispered your name back, making sure he remembered it. You nodded, stood up, and extended your arm out. “Sergeant Hunter, it would be an honor to fight by your side.”

He beamed, chuckling a little before taking your arm. “Glad to have you, (Y/N). Now rest, Maxis. That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir”.

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It was a bit of a longer trip back to Ord Mantell, while you did relax for some of it, you ended up getting restless, so you would spend time with Omega. She was particularly interested in the details of your dramatic speeder bike incident, so much so that she requested it almost like a bedtime story.

“So, I stood above the fuel, looking for something to light a fire with. I was digging in my pockets just like this when BAM! The door to the facility opened—”

“The guards saw you!”

“Yep, I was lucky Crosshair had my back, he shot the fuel for me, starting the fire.” The sniper, who was half paying attention the story, huffed in response.

“You’ll have to teach me about speeder bikes sometime so I can do that, too.”

You looked down at Omega, who sat between your legs. “You’d look really cool with a speeder, I think. Get you a helmet and a matching bomber jacket. The coolest Loth-cat in the Outer Rim.”

Echo looked up from his holopad. “Where did you learn to drive a speeder like that, Maxis? You’d have to be pretty skilled to outmaneuver all those guards and jump the gap.”

Oh, I just happened to pick the bike of a racer and used his memory to have an impromptu podrace. No big deal.

You realized it had been a second too long, making for an awkward silence. To cover yourself, you chuckled lightly, trying to play it off. “Well, when you watch too many holoshows in your down time, you can get wild ideas of what’s possible. I just sat on the bike and really felt like I knew what to do and the limits of the bike. I’ve ridden plenty of speeders before so it’s not like I was going in blind. It was probably also the adrenaline.” Not a total lie, you did feel how the owner drove it. You probably couldn’t do it again, though.

Omega yawned and you used that as an excuse to escape to the gunner’s mount to nap for a bit, escaping more questions.

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The Batch decided that after that last mission, the group needed a break and Hunter asked Cid of a possible planet that would be suitable. Soon after, you and the squad were on your way to Hitaka. It was a small farming planet and not as affected by the Empire, at least not yet.

The Havoc Marauder landed on lush green grass. The ship was nicely tucked away in a clearing in a forest, not too far from a town.

Hunter gave relative freedom to the crew, although everyone was meant to be back at the ship by sundown. He requested that those who wondered into town to let him know first and that they would wear civvie clothing to blend in. The boys went to explore the forest, you however, were still somewhat injured and couldn’t travel far. Omega decided to keep you company for a bit, though Hunter was never far.

The grass was half Omega’s height in some areas, and she enjoyed running through it, chasing the native bugs of the planet. She wanted to study them, taking notes for research similar to Tech. After little success of getting close to them, you offered to try and have one land in your hand so she could take her notes.

You closed your eyes and reached out with your hand, palm facing up. You then reached out with the force gently, connecting with one of the firefly like insects. It perched on your hand peacefully and Omega watched in awe. She came close but was careful not to spook the bug as she jotted notes down on her holopad. You yourself studied the insect. It had three sets of long iridescent wings, a thin body, six legs, and kaleidoscope eyes. After a moment, it flew by, joining a group of them in the wind.

While Omega continued her notes, you started to pick at some of the wildflowers near you, neatly weaving them into a circular shape. It took a few tries since it had been a while, but you made a flower crown. While Omega was still nose deep in the holopad, you silently put the crown on her head and giggled.

“Wha-what’s this?”

“It’s just a flower crown, have you never made one?” As soon as you asked, you realized what a stupid question that was. Of course not, she was stuck in a lab on Kamino all her life.

“No, I never really got to do anything like this. Can you teach me how?” The earnest on her face warmed your heart.

“Of course, Omega. I bet the boys haven’t ever had a flower crown before. Let’s make them each one, how does that sound?”

Omega took her job of collecting flowers very seriously, attempting to match the flowers to each Batch member. Red for Hunter, orange and yellow for Wrecker, purple for Echo, blue and dark purple for Tech, and white and green for Crosshair. She followed your instructions carefully, attempting to make the best flower crowns like her life depended on it. Omega concentrated so hard; she didn’t notice you had taken a few photos with her holopad. It brought you great joy in giving Omega a small little bit of childhood, away from the war and now away from the Empire. You also had your childhood taken from you, starting your Jedi training very young, and while you tried not to resent it, you didn’t wish it on anyone else.

“Maxis?” Omega was staring at you.

“Oh, sorry Omega. I was just thinking about something. Are you all done? The boys will have to be back soon.”

She nodded and grabbed the crowns, handing some to you, and you both slowly made your way back to the Marauder. Hunter was already there, sitting on the ramp. Omega took this chance to run up and put the crown on him, but he was much too quick.

“Whoa hey. What’s this?”

“It’s a crown, I made it, so you have to wear it.” You could see Hunter break down to her begging eyes. She had a gift, that child. Hunter leaned his head over and accepted the crown with as much dignity as a war-torn soldier bending to the will of a child could. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he met your eyes.

Wrecker, Echo, and Tech were the next to arrive, which were the three you had in hand. Wrecker saw Omega’s and wanted one instantly, so he kneeled as you placed in on your head. Tech was a bit more reluctant, but Wrecker punched him in the shoulder and that seemed to convince him. Echo was honored to take the crown, admiring the craftsman ship the both of you had put into them. Crosshair must have seen what was happening and attempted to avoid being bestowed a crown, but Omega caught him before he could sneak on the ship.

As you talked with Tech about the insects you saw, you were interrupted by Hunter clearing his throat. “Uh, Maxis?”

You turned around to face him. He had somewhat of a shy expression, even showing on the tattooed side of his face. Silently, he pulled a crown out from behind his back, one with red and white flowers. “Uhm, Omega realized you hadn’t made one for yourself, so…”

You blinked, looking at the crown. But why did Hunter have it? After a moment, you bowed and accepted the crown. With a smile you asked, “how do I look?”

Hunter sucked in a breath and said, “Beautiful.” Your smile grew wider. This was a moment you would remember forever.

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The next day was spent mostly on repairs, cleaning out the dust from the last mission, running diagnostics, and checking weapons and supplies.

You found yourself laying in the grass, Echo next to you, as you both worked under the belly of the ship. It was pleasant, a soft floor compared to the rough concrete you’re used to on Ord Mantell.

“If it’s not too personal… how’d you join the Batch?” You asked, filling the silence.

Echo hesitated but started talking before you could take it back. “I was on a mission and got caught in an explosion. The Separatists kept me alive me and did experiments, turning me into a cyborg. That’s why, if you’ve noticed, I only have one real arm.”

You stopped your work and looked at him, eyes wide. “No way. Why didn’t you tell me you had a scomp link for an arm?” He looked back at you before you both started laughing.

“My legs were replaced as well as my neural and respiratory system. Eventually Rex, my Captain, found me along with the Batch. After we won the battle on Anaxes, Hunter offered me a place here.” After a beat, he asked, “what was your time like in the GAR, before the Clones?”

Oof, now it was your turn to share an uncomfortable story. “I was… scouted from a young age. I worked closely with a Jedi and his Padawan. His Padawan, Mara, was a hot head. She loved everything that came with being a Jedi and really believed she was invincible and could do no wrong. Her master, Valek, couldn’t quite get Mara to be pragmatic and level-headed. She was just too ambitious and naive when it came to the war with the Separatists, never fully grasping what happens to those who live on the war-torn planets. Always short sighted, not seeing the bigger picture.” You sighed, thinking about the arguments you had with her. This was not something you could share with Echo, as the Jedi would have been higher rank than you in his eyes.

“This all changed during a battle where a Sith got involved. Mara challenged the Sith Lord, thinking she could handle anything but was quickly outmatched. Master Valek sacrificed himself to save his Padawan and the squad escaped, however, Mara lost a leg due to that battle. She never was the same, full of everything the Jedi teach younglings to never be. She never got past the defeat. Not long after, I left.” Echo sat quietly, your words sinking in.

“Well, anyway,” you changed your tone, giving a different feel to the atmosphere, “we’re almost done here. If we did this all correctly, we shouldn’t hear a clanging noise when idling. Flip that switch on your panel but wait one sec—” Echo did not wait one second and the release on your end opened. A puff of grime and dirt blasted on your face. Luckily, you were wearing your googles, but the rest of your face was covered. You tried your best to wipe it off with your hands, but no amount would remove it, only spread it around.

Echo sputtered out some sorry’s but couldn’t contain his laughter at your misfortune. You glared at him after removing your googles. “When you stop being a wastoid, grab me a towel. I’ll finish this up real quick, so you don’t humiliate me again.” You couldn’t stay angry, a smile still taking over your face. It took him a minute because of his giggles, but he disappeared onto the ship. You closed the panels up and started to get out from under the ship, although you waited until you could clean your face.

“Maxis? What’s wrong? Echo said you needed my help so—” Instinctively, you turned to Hunter’s voice and immediately regretted it. He froze in place, and you could tell he was trying not to laugh. Your body went ridged and you ripped the towel he had in his hands, muttering a few choice words about Echo. He knew you had a weakness, and you were going to make him pay.

After wiping your face, you went to clean your googles. Hunter spoke up, “Ah, you missed a spot, on your cheek.” You went to wipe it, but Hunter shook his head. “No, not—Here.” He took the towel with one hand, grabbed your chin with the other, and wiped. You stared in each other’s eyes a moment after he got it. Time seemed to stop and breathing became difficult. Am I going insane? I think I’m going insane.

To snap yourself out of it, you said, “oh I think you have something on your face too, let me get it.” You wiped some of the dirt you had on your hand on to Hunter’s non-tattooed face. You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your face, giving you away.

Hunter’s eyes went from soft to playful. Before he could say something, Echo called him back to the ship, saying Tech needed his help again. Echo had a huge knowing smirk when he appeared in front of you, so you threw the towel in his face.

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The Batch was due to leave in the morning, so everyone was attempting to relax and explore a little while longer. You wandered around and found Crosshair shooting some targets. You stayed back a bit, thinking of how you could ask him to give you a few pointers on shooting.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?” His voice startled you.

“Oh uh, I was hoping you could help improve my shooting. I was never really good at it but you, being the best marksman ever, could probably give some good advice.” You hoped the sweet talk would help convince him.

He stared back at you, thinking about the request. After a moment, he straightened and offered his sniper rifle.

“I meant with like… a normal blaster.”

“Might as well start with the best, darlin’.” Take what you can get.

You stepped closer and took the rifle. The rush of emotions and memories almost forced you to drop the gun, you gritted your teeth and did your best to work through the force echo. It was painful, memories from when he was with the Empire and away from the Batch, alienated. It felt like a whole was blasted in your chest. The numbness he felt spread through you and mixed with resentment. Your eyes shot open, and you took a gulp of air.

You didn’t know how long the echo lasted, but it was long enough for Crosshair to wonder if you lost your mind. “You okay? It’s not that heavy.” Dude, are you okay? These feelings are rough and not something people should handle alone!

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you said with a shake of your head. To prove everything was totally fine, you looked down the scope and aimed at a few of the targets. With expert precision, you knocked out each and every one, even one that was moving. Every shot was clean… and too professional.

The sound of a toothpick snapping was the moment you realized you messed up. Your breath caught in your lungs as you realized you had used the force echo to shoot the targets with Crosshair’s skill. Being as subtle as you could muster, you aimed for one last one and missed horribly on purpose.

You met Crosshairs distrustful glare with a sheepish smile. “What was that?” His voice was low, dripping with suspicion.

“Beginner’s luck?”

“Beginner’s don’t take out targets with that sort of accuracy. Try again.”

Before you could come up with another lie, Wrecker called out to the two of you, saying dinner was ready.

Crosshair snatched the rifle from you. “This conversation isn’t over.” He walked toward the camp without a second glance.

That night, you intentionally stayed as far away from Crosshair as possible, avoiding the daunting chat with the sniper.

Part 12

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 6

Summary- Has Karma finally caught up to you?

Word count- 2.1K

Pairing- Chris Hems x You x Liam Hems

Warnings- Smut, cheating, swearing

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Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

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He turns on his side, looking at you, his leg wrapping around yours. Holding you close, afraid to let you go.

"I want to be able to take you out and show you off, instead of hiding away in hotels rooms. I want everyone to know you're mine, not Liam's." 

You struggled to sleep that night, tossing and turning while Chris slept like a baby next to you. You couldn't stop thinking about the many possible outcomes of your secret being out in the open, while you knew it was going to have to happen sooner rather than later, there would be no way you could avoid the utter turmoil that would follow. You couldn't think of one possible outcome that wouldn't cause complete destruction for everyone involved which understandably left you feeling completely anxious.

Your phone buzzing on the bedside table, roused you from the light sleep you'd finally managed to fall into. Tiredness washed over you like a thick lead, your eyes heavy and blurred as you blinked at the screen of the phone and realised you hadn't called Liam like you said you would.

You answered the phone quiety, getting up to go into the bathroom, your usual tactic of running the water while you spoke but this time hiding your voice from Chris not Liam.

"Hi babe." You whispered. Stepping over the piles of clothes scattered across the room, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Chris was still sleeping.

"Why are you whispering?" Fuck.

"Sorry I've just woken up." You said in your normal tone, whincing at how loud your voice sounded in the peaceful room. Cringing even more when Chris woke from his sleep, his eyes opening, sitting up and spotting you across the room. Realisation flashed before his eyes as you put your fingers to your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet, cursing yourself for not making it to the bathroom in time.

"Sorry, you're usually awake at this time. I just phoned to make sure you were ok, you didn't call last night." Liam says.

"I know sorry, I was shattered and fell asleep more or less as soon as I laid down. I didn't sleep well though. How are you?" You turned your back on Chris, not being able to stand the faces he was pulling.

"Aww you never sleep well in hotels do you? I remember that trip to New York, we didn't sleep all night." 

"Yeah I remember although that was for different reasons." You could hear Chris stirring behind you, getting out of bed.

"That's true, we need a trip like that again soon, where we spend the whole weekend in bed." He laughed, you rolled your eyes at the irony, little did he know that's exactly what you were doing at that moment in time. Chris confirming it when he slid up behind you, his naked warmth pressing against you, the heat of his morning glory resting against the swell of your ass. 

"Yes we do, anyway I'm going to have to go I'm going to be late for this conference." You could hardly concentrate as Chris began planting feathery kisses all across your shoulders.

"Ok babe, I'll speak to you after. Love you." Liam says.

"Love you too." Chris pulled a disgusted face at you, his expression contorting his handsome face, before taking your phone from your hand, ending the call and discarding it on to the bed.

"Who do you love?" Chris asked needily, his breath heavy in your ear while he pushed your knees apart so his hand could slip in between, stroking your wetness with the pads of his fingers.

"You." You sigh as his thumb meets your clit, circling slowly. 

"Good girl. Now back to bed, i intend to make the most of our last full day together for a while." He slaps your ass as you move to the bed, squeeling as you fall down on to it.

He falls down next to you, making you squeel again when the bed bounces you up and then his hands are all over you. Gripping and squeezing all your curves while his lips attach to your fever hot skin.

You lift yourself onto him, straddling him, your wetness soaking his thighs.

"Sit on my face." He says excitedly, his face lighting up at the prospect.

You move to hover over his face, while his tongue reaches out to lick smoothly up your folds, flicking against your clit and making you moan with pleasure.

"When I said sit on my face I meant literally clasp your thighs around my head and smother me with that perfect fucking pussy."

You whine at his words, grinding yourself against the roughness of his beard. Leaning forward to hold the headboard as Chris's tongue dips into your opening, swirling around, his nose adding friction to your swollen clit. He groans against you, the vibration sending you to the edge as you lean back, your hands resting on Chris's hips, your thighs clasped tightly around his face. From this position you can see him perfectly, his expression locked with lust as he eats your pussy so good. Your legs shake as the gripping rises through you, tingles throughout your body as you come so hard on his tongue.

A hum of approval from Chris as he laps up your juices, smiling triumphantly while you pant, biting your bottom lip, your legs still trembling. You roll over next to Chris, cramp seizing up your muscles due to the intensity of your orgasm.

"Fuck Chris, you're too good at that." You pant, laying on your back in the middle of the bed, Chris lying beside you his hand gently tickling your arm.

"Fucking too right, I'd eat your pussy every day if I could." 

"Well if that isn't a reason to tell Liam, I don't know what is." You laugh, turning to face Chris. Hunger still flaring in his eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He says while squeezing your thigh. "Shower? I've got unfinished business to attend to." Tipping his head towards his straining erection.

You'd barely made it to the shower before he's already bending you over, muttering in your ear about how hot you are. One hand cupping the nape of your neck, the other gripping onto your hips as he shoves his dick deep inside your tight walls.

Your hands slipping down the wall of the slick shower, trying to find something to cling on to while he relentlessly pounds into you from behind. His thighs slapping against your ass, the sound of skin connecting echoing around the tiled room.

Watching his cock dipping in and out of your greedy cunt, mesmerizes him, his thumbs digging into your cheeks as he pulls them apart for a better view.

He groans when you tighten around him, your muscles gripping against him as the sensations travel through your body like fire. Your head dizzy, full of only pleasure as you gush around him. His hand smooths up your back, tangling around your hair as his thrusts get sloppy, smashing against you with a grunt. Satisfaction washing over you both as he finishes with one last thrust.

"You're a machine. Fuck.". You pant, resting against the cold tiles.

"I aim to please." He stands under the water, washing himself. You're hypnotised watching the water drip down his body, drops resting on the ridges of his toned stomach.

He looks down at you, his hands smoothing through his wet hair, his mouth slightly open as the water runs off of his face. Proud of the way your legs are still like jelly, that just fucked look still painting your face.

"Shall I order room service? I've definitely worked up a appetite after that." 

"I'm gunna wash my hair and then I'll join you. Order some pancakes." You slapped Chris on his taunt ass as he stepped out the shower, winking at him as he turned around with a faked shocked face before leaning in to kiss you.

"Anything for you."

You took your time washing your hair, enjoying the bliss of silent thoughts. Finally lost in the moment and enjoying your time with Chris without having to think about all the other things. This is how it should be all the time, easy, nothing to worry about, this is how you wish it would be.

You wrapped a towel around you, the steam in the room making you lightheaded. Holding on to the sink to steady yourself, you caught your reflection in the mirror. You studied your face, noticing how the stress had started to age you, little lines by your eyes that weren't there before. 

The thought played in your mind as you left the bedroom, freezing in shock when you realised you weren't alone.

Talk about bad timing, you'd walked out of the bathroom at the same time room service was delivered. The tall, dark hotel worker still stood in the doorway as Chris closed the door behind him. You saw his eyes light up when he saw you, recognition flash through his eyes when he saw your shocked expression. He knew exactly who you were and exactly what you were doing here, half naked in Chris's room. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Chris, what the fuck? You could've warned me not to come out." 

"I shouted through to you, did you not hear? Relax, he won't say anything. It's company policy." 

"Fuck. Do you think he cares about fucking company policy with the measly rate of pay he gets?" You start to panic, of all the things to go wrong this was probably the worst. You couldn't help thinking it was karma getting its own back, finally catching up to you.

"We'll be fine, he probably didn't even recognise you." Chris was calm, nonchalant as usual.

"He definitely did, didn't you see the look on his face?" You saw the look in his eye and knew what it meant.

"You're paranoid. Relax, we're fine." He pulls you into his arms, his hands travelling up your towel. "Do we need this?" He pulls away your towel with a frown.

"Chris how are you so calm?" You stand up, pacing the floor in front of him.

"Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you're angry." He sits back on the bed, admiring you as you glare at him then holding his hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok but would it be so bad if we were found out?" 

"Yes. Yeah it fucking would. I don't want Liam finding out like that and why would you?" 

"I'm at the point where I don't care how he finds out as long as he does, I just want this everyday. You. I can't stand giving you up again after this weekend and having to wait weeks to have you back." 

"Yeah I know but not like this Chris. You need to go track him down and give him some money or something. Please." You plead, tears prickling your eyes.

"Fine, told you I'd do anything for you and I meant it but can we eat first?" He raised his eyebrow, patting the bed next to him.

***************

"Hi it's Mr Hemsworth in the penthouse suite, is it possible for you to send the guy who just delivered our... I mean, my room service, back up to my room please." Chris said, on the phone to front desk.

"Of course, is everything ok with your food Sir?"

"Yes fine, I just forgot to tip him." He rolled his eyes at you.

"No problem, I'll send him up for you now Sir." She laughed.

"She's sending him up." Chris said to you, putting down the phone and sighing.

"Shall I hide?" You ask, unsure what to do in this situation.

"Well yeah, he might not've seen you in the first place." 

"He did." You say over your shoulder, already making your way to the bathroom.

You stand by the door, it open a little so you can hear them talking. Your heart beating fast as you waited patiently, leaning against the wall with your ear to the crack in the door when you hear a knock and Chris's heavy footsteps going to answer it.

"Hi, I forgot to tip you earlier. Let me just get it for you, come in." Chris says.

"Oh it's fine Sir, you don't have to tip me." 

You peeked your eyes through the crack in the door, spying the guy stood awkwardly by the door while Chris went through his wallet.

"I hope you will respect my privacy and I can rely on your discretion?" Chris said while handing the guy a huge wad of cash, looking like he was making some kind of dodgy deal.

"I'm not sure what you mean Sir but thank you." 

"I think you do." Chris glared at him, his face expressionless making the guy uncomfortable, looking at his feet.

The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.