#but gawd DAMN THOSE EYES UGH

[mrsoharaa]

Like I know this isn’t our sweet precious boy Suguru…but like— hear me out for a sec. The third screenshot of him (sealing Gojo away) is doing things to me for some reason…

[silent-raven13]

NO, HOBIE!

(AU: Ya'll ever read No, David? That lil fuckin' cholo silver teeth lookin ass brat? I just had a thought 😂)

Miguel shouting at the punker, who's wobbling to the edge of building, "NO, BROWN! I swear to GOD if you jump in that fucking pool of possessed Spider-people, I will kill you myself!" The last thing they needed was this ridiculous punker joining in on the chaos of all of this!

Hobie grinning widely under his mask being very tempted, and hated being told what to do. The gang were in a world where Dr. Oct created a dangerous serum that got Spider-people to do his bidding, and leaking out green salvia with their mouths morphed into Spider mouth. Seems like this Dr. Oct found a way to copy Shathra being similar to her Spider Wasp beings.

Luckily Lyla was working on a cure, while Miguel is trying to keep the gang from changing and stopping the mad-villain. However, Hobie saw the opportunity to fuck shit up as always! Why is it when Miguel always say no, there's always trouble from Spider-punk?

"Is that a threat?" Spider-Punk innocently asked with his goofy Spider-Punk mask beaming at Spider-man 2099.

Peni in her Sp//dr suit letting out a low groan, "Hobie, NO! Come on, this is serious!"

Miguel growling through his teeth. Pavtri had his hands out, "You know, Miguel doesn't mean it. Hobie, come on, my dude!"

"Brown, I am warning you!" The older Spider-man growls in anger.

"Mmm, I'm hearing a yes?" The Spider-Punk stick his long lanky leg out pretending to fall.

"NO, HOBIE! Bad! I'ma tell on Miles!" Peni shouted.

Spider-Punk quickly stood back hearing his Sunflower's name. Then, the massive urge to jump to the pile of infected people with Ace monstrous features got him pump. Those intrusive thoughts winning especially when Miguel commanded, "It's an order, Brown. Get over here, now!"

"Okay. Okay, no need to get your trousers in a mix." Hobie happily walks away at the edge hearing relief sighs, then he quickly turns back to jump down, "PSYCH! You thought!"

They all had their mouth dropped when their punker friend literally got infected all because his intrusive thoughts were in the way!

"HIJO DE SU PUTA MADRE!" Miguel cursing out loud enrage by his fellow Spider-Punk, ruining another mission just to fuck with him. The rest of the Spider-heroes saw their friend already turned into a freaky humanoid Spider causing ruckus.

"ALL FOR ANARCHY! I LOVE IT!" He shouted before he made odd growls.

"Ugh, and we needed him, too." Peni groans.

Pavtri rolled his eyes, "So what do we do now?"

"Hey guys, Miles was able to knock out Dr. Oct! How's your part of the plan going?" Gwen asked as she speaks through the intercom.

Miguel already raging at the side having to curse out in Spanish. Peni and Pavtri stood on top of the building with no luck of achieving their goal, "Yeah, about that..." Peni began.

Gwen let out a low groan, "Don't tell me... Hobie?"

"Yeah." The two sounded so bum about this outcome and exhausted.

"And Miguel?" She asked.

Pavtri answered, "He's uhhh..." Seeing his leader still ranting out loud in anger, "might need a drink later..."

"Oh god!" Gwen growls.

Then Miles' voice appeared, "What? What happened? Did the mission failed?" He had tied up the Dr. Oct variant up with metal bars. Then stood with his friend being confused.

"Guess." She sighs being exhausted.

"What did Hobie do this time?" Miles' voice already sounded drained knowing full well this was his boyfriend's doings. "Gawd, please tell he didn't jump in the infected?"

"He jumped in the infected." They all said with tiredness in their voice a bit annoyed at that.

"UGHHH! Let me go get him!" Miles groans, "Gwen, you have to go over there and help them. I'll be here and bring back Hobie since he's acting like a damn two year old!"

"Okay, be careful. Hobie might be a monster and hurt you." Gwen pointed out then chuckles, "Ha, that sounded stupid when I said that out loud."

"Then, I'll whack the shit out of him for being dumb!" Miles huffs already headed out to search for his man. Gwen went over to the other group to help them out with their goal in breaking in the building to let Lyla have control.

Meanwhile, Miles spotted his boyfriend causing a mess. "NO, HOBIE! PUT THAT DOWN!" He jump behind his boyfriend being a few inches away.

Possessed Hobie made sounds out of his mouth, this was Shathra all over again! Miles crosses his arms, "Hobie, you are in big trouble! Why did you turned into this?"

"Grr... hissssss, SsSSUNFLOWER!" His Spider-Punk happily rushes over to give him a hug knowing a familiar scent and face. His Sunflower being present had brought back his memories and focus on being his Spider-Punk self.

"Bae, you're infected! Stay put." Miles took a step back.

"NNNOOOO, Sunflower! Huuuggg meee!" He follows his boyfriend wanting affection.

Miles was able to lead his boyfriend away from the rest of the infected into the building where Dr. Oct was capture. His Spider-Punk fighting off any infected trying to get close to him, which was a good thing that infection isn't madding the punker.

Hobie snuggle his Sunflower when having the chance, "Sunflower!"

"Hobie, if you bite me, I will give you the Silent treatment." His Sunflower warned him as he types into the computer to have the building where his friends are opened up.

"Nooooooo!" He buries his face into his shoulder wanting cuddles. "Pay attention to me!"

"Okay, guys. I got it." He said through the intercom as his boyfriend became super needy.

"Alright, we're in!" Gwen answered.

After all that, the mission became a success. Lyla was able to make a cure, and had everyone turned back to normal. Miles grab his boyfriend's shirt giving him a full blown lecture, "Next time, you decided to let your intrusive thoughts get in your way, I will personally punish you, Hobie! No means No! I know, damn well you only did it to piss off Miguel."

Hobie stupidly stand with his legs a few inches apart to be on his boyfriend's level, his Spider-Punk mask being so bug eyed. "You're going to punish me, luv? Kinky."

"Oh shut up!" Miles keeping his serious attitude, "Next time, your not gonna be in a mission with me."

"Nooo, luv! Don't be so cruel!" His punker whines, seeing how much he upsetter his boyfriend. "Don't ignore me."

Miles gave him the silent treatment. Gwen slurp her slushie, "So... you think it was worth it?" She looks at Hobie.

Peni and Pavtri chuckles seeing the punker being dragged by holding on Miles' ankles. Good that what's he gets.

[gumnut-logic]

Five times! Five times Scott had ruffled his hair today!

Alan glared at the door his brother had walked through. Alan might be sick, but he was no longer a little kid.

He reached up and stubbornly flattened his hair down again.

He knew it was a sign of affection. He knew he should be grateful for Scott and everything he did for him. Alan was an orphan with four amazing brothers among an amazing supportive family. He was grateful.

Honest!

But if Scott touched his hair one more time he would bite his fingers off.

He was fifteen, for goodness’ sake. Practically a grown up.

He did not need his hair ruffled every hour or two.

Despite this, Alan straightened out his features and his posture as Scott walked back into the room, medicine in hand.

“Grandma says, this should do the job. Help with your breathing and clear your chest a bit.”

Alan did not glare as his brother poured the required amount into a medicine cup.

No, he didn’t glare at all, because this was his cherished big brother who was risking infection to look after him. He’d even stayed back from a rescue to do so and Alan owed him everything.

Bite his fingers off!

Maybe it was the fever talking.

“Here, drink it all up and lick it clean. Make sure you get all of it in you.”

Alan didn’t say anything as he took the cup.

Scott frowned. “Alan?”

He pressed his lips together and guzzled what proved to be revoltingly sweet ugh that crawled down his throat like a caterpillar.

You’d think they would have invented some decent cold medicine by now.

“You okay?” Worry flickered in those brotherly blue eyes.

Alan gulped down the last of the ghastly stuff and cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

His brother took the used cup and stood up. Shoving the bottle of medicine into the same hand, he reached out towards Alan’s temple.

“Gawd, I’m fine, Scott, leave me alone!”

Turning away, Alan threw himself under the covers and curled up, obviously dismissing Scott.

Rather rudely.

He was sick. He could get away with it.

Okay, so hearing his brother’s soft grunt of disappointment and his quiet movements as he left really sucked.

But then Alan really sucked anyway and it was a sucky day and, yeah, it all sucked.

Guilt chased him into an uneasy sleep.

-o-o-o-

He had no clue how long he had been out when he was woken by a clatter.

“Oh, damn.”

Alan rolled over to find his eldest brother on the floor beside his bed, the remains of a fold up chair beneath him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Alan’s head was full of Thunderbird exhaust, he felt achy and tired. “Why are you in my room?”

“Keeping you company.”

Alan stared at his big brother a moment, his head swimming. “I’m fifteen, Scott. It’s just a cold.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

Alan blinked, unsure how to answer that question. “I’m fifteen.”

“I know that, squirt.” And suddenly he was being held, soft cotton against his cheek, fingers combing through his hair. It was nice.

Then Scott was laying him gently back on the covers.

“Go back to sleep, Allie.” Scott ruffled his hair.

“Don’t do that!” It was an involuntary snarl.

His big brother startled a step back, eyes wide. “Alan?”

Alan’s own eyes widened in realisation of what he had done. But where there was usually genius, there was currently fog and he was clueless as to what to do next.

“Talk to me, Alan.” The words were low and had just that hint of mixed worry and command.

“Don’t do that.” Alan blinked. “Please.”

“Do what?”

“Mess with my hair. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

A worried frown. “Okay.”

Was it stupid that Alan thought he could see Scott’s hands twitching as if he desperately needed to reach out and tousle Alan’s hair right this moment?

But his brother didn’t. In fact, he straightened a little, shoulders back as if he was in the military again.

You know, the military that had hurt him so much.

Alan’s heart sank. He’d hurt Scott. One of the four bestest brothers in the world and he hurt him.

“You get some sleep, Allie. I’ll go check on Virgil.”

And Scott was turning and leaving and Alan was a horrible brother and he should say something but his head wasn’t working properly…

And then Scott was out the door and gone.

Alan groaned and rolled over hard enough that to set his head spinning.

Didn’t matter. He deserved it.

He lay there for a bit, again he had no idea how long. But at some point he coughed and curled up and fell into yet another restless sleep.

-o-o-o-

“Allie, c’mon, wake up. Time for your meds.” The voice was deep, familiar and loved.

Alan pushed his eyes open to find his brother Virgil standing next to him. Warm eyes, caring touch.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah, everyone is safe.”

“Where’s Scott?”

“Asleep.” There was something in Virgil’s eyes.

“Is he okay?”

A questioning frown. “Yeah. Anything I should know about?”

Other than Scott’s littlest brother being an asshole. “No.” At least he wasn’t a tattle tale. Virgil was known to get on their big brother’s case about his health and there was no way Alan was adding fuel to that fire.

Scott gave it enough all by himself.

Virgil’s lips pressed together. “And what about you? How are you feeling?”

“Awful.”

“Anything in particular?”

Oh, great, Virgil was pulling out his mediscanner.

Alan threw up his hands. “I’m fine! It’s just a cold, Virg. I’m fine.”

His brother froze. “You’re sure?”

“I’m fine!” And he polished off that almost shouted statement with a coughing fit enough to rattle every bone in his body.

Being suddenly wrapped in flannel brother did help at least a little. Virgil held him as he coughed up a lung, his gentle voice a blessing amongst the bramble in Alan’s head.

Not much was said as his diaphragm settled and he managed to get his breathing back under control.

Virgil still held him, one hand stroking his hair.

Without thinking, Alan grit his teeth and pulled away. He turned his back on his brother and curled up into a ball.

“Allie?” How did Virgil manage to sound just like Scott saying the same thing?

“I’m fine. Please go away.”

He could feel the worried frown scorching his back.

“Allie, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine! I just need you to stop fussing.”

Virgil said nothing to that, his breathing harsh in the silence.

Alan scrunched his eyes shut, hating both himself and the need to have to be horrible to his brothers.

“Excuse the fussing, Alan.” Ugh, there was parental Virgil pushing him back from the boundary he’d kicked over. “I will leave you alone once you have taken your medication.” Firm and uncompromising.

Virgil had his own command voice for idiots apparently.

Sighing Alan rolled back over and pushed himself up on his elbows. His brother said nothing, just stood there holding out the cup of goop Alan knew would be foul.

Along with a caring glass of water.

It was so hard to be angry at him, but Alan persisted.

He had to.

He had his own boundaries that needed to be enforced.

He snatched the cup from Virgil’s hand and sucked the goop down his throat.

And pointedly ignored the glass of water.

Without another word, he slapped the cup on the bedside table and rolled away, burying himself under the covers again.

He listened as his brother picked up the discarded piece of plastic and paused, no doubt staring down at Alan with that gentle, thoughtful expression.

Please just go away.

As if reading his mind, Virgil let out a breath and his footsteps walked to the door, which shut behind him quietly a moment later.

The relief at his brother’s absence just hurt.

-o-o-o-

Sleep was full of nightmares and dreams of him hurting his brothers. That worry in Scott’s eyes, the same in Virgil’s, and that gut churning shame at his conduct.

But at the same time, he was yelling. He was not a kid anymore. He didn’t deserve coddling or censure or protection.

And John! John’s eyes when he found out how horrible he was to Scott and Virgil. The disappointment. The ‘I expected better’ that echoed through uneasy heat.

Something cool touched his brow. In a fit of defiance, he pushed it away and snarled.

Alarmed voices and worried words.

He was being lifted, held tight.

He fought, but the arms around him only held him tighter.

Scott spoke to him in his dreams.

Virgil’s sharp words echoed as light danced over his eyelids.

But then Grandma was there…

And her voice followed him into darkness.

-o-o-o-

“I know you’re awake, Allie. You can’t hide it from me.”

He was, but he had been floating in that comforting place just below full consciousness, something telling him that waking up fully was not a good idea.

“C’mon, sweetie, open your eyes.” A finger brushed over his cheek.

Grandma.

He could tell she was standing beside the bed. Her presence etched itself into his mind.

“Alan?”

“Mmph.”

And waking up did prove to suck big time.

His head was a stuffy mess, his throat raw, as if gouged by his own fingernails. And he was hot. So hot.

Grandma’s touch was cool as she cupped his cheek.

He pushed his eyes open and found her leaning over him as expected.

What was not expected was the infirmary background.

“Wha-?” He coughed and his throat screamed at him as his head spun. The ow he muttered was more of a slurred ugh.

“Drink a sip of water.” A straw was placed on his lips.

Cool liquid doused the fire attempting to consume him.

“Better?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

Her hand was back on his cheek and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

A single nod was all he could manage.

“You’ve had a nasty fever spike, honey. Looks like you’ve caught yourself a flu.”

The quiet in the room suddenly struck him. “Where is everyone?” His voice was a croak.

“There was a callout.”

Of course. He swallowed disappointment he didn’t think he had a right to feel.

“They didn’t want to go, but they had to. Gordon told me to tell you that he would bring you a souvenir.”

Oh god.

“Don’t worry. I gave him some restrictions.”

Alan wilted. Last time his fish brother had brought home a ‘rescued’ slime mould he had named Fred.

Alan groaned and melted into the bed.

Grandma reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes and they slipped closed without his permission. “Relax, sweetie, and go back to sleep.”

He mumbled something. Grandma had just told him to wake up, now he had to go to sleep again?

But she kept stroking his hair and he was so tired.

Sleep whisked him away.

-o-o-o-

The next time he woke he felt a little more human. The room was dark, but he was obviously still in the infirmary. A shape moved beside the bed and for a moment he expected a brother to emerge out of the darkness.

But it was Grandma.

He felt both guilty and disappointed.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Grandma stood up and adjusted the IV bag hanging above him. It was only then he realised his hand had a needle sticking out the back of it.

That bad, huh?

The Virgil voice from his dreams echoed across the back of his mind and he shivered.

“Are you cold?” Grandma eyed him with her keen medical eye - the one Virgil had inherited.

“No.” His voice was small and a little lost.

Grandma sank down to sit on the bed beside him. Her hand landed on his arm. “You haven’t told me how you are feeling.”

How was he feeling? Still hot, but not as hot as before. His head was a pounding mess, but his throat hurt a little less. “How long was I asleep?”

“About fourteen hours. Your body is working hard to fight this off.”

Alan’s eyelids dipped.

He forced them open.

“Where is everyone?”

“Asleep. Your brothers were here earlier, but they were very tired so I sent them to bed.”

“Are they okay?”

“They are fine. It was you who they were worried about.”

“It’s only a cold.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow as she called him on his bullshit. “I will pretend I didn’t hear you say that, young man, otherwise I might think you thought your brothers are ones to panic when they discover their little brother delirious and running a fever hot enough to power his own Thunderbird. You are ill, Alan. Respect the illness and give your body all the help it needs to defend and repair itself.”

“Yes, Grandma.” Yay, more guilt.

His grandmother sat down beside the bed. “Now you are awake, you can tell me what is bothering you.”

Aw, hell. What had his brothers said?

“Um…”

Her hands captured one of his and she wrapped all her cool fingers around his hot palm. “Honey, I’ve been your grandmother for a long time. I can see something is upsetting you beyond being sick.”

“What did they say?”

“Who?”

“Scott…and Virgil.”

She blinked. “Your brothers have been worried about you. Neither of them wanted to attend the callout, but they had to, you know that.”

He tightened his fingers around hers a moment and then tried to pull away.

She didn’t let him.

“Alan?” She was almost stern.

God, his head was hurting. “Why do they always have to treat me like a kid?!” It burst out along with the moisture welling in his eyes.

Grandma startled and rose out of her chair, but she didn’t let go of his hand. But she did reach out and gently brush her fingers against his cheek.

He was caught between wanting more of the reassurance and wanting the respect of growing up.

He shied away.

Her hand hung beside his head for just a moment before she withdrew it. He wasn’t looking at her as she sat back down with a sigh. “Alan…”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t want them ruffling my hair ‘fondly’ as if I’m still six years old.”

“They love you, Alan.”

“I know! I love them, too, but you don’t see me ruffling their hair.”

“It’s a gesture of affection.”

“Grandma, I know! It’s just…”

She reached out as if to touch his face again, but pulled her hand back before she made contact. “You’re growing up.”

“Exactly!”

“You should talk to your brothers. Explain that you want to set boundaries. They will understand.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Alan, you want to be an adult, you need to act like one and take responsibility.” Her voice was kind but firm.

Yeah, sure.

“Alan, being a parent isn’t easy-“

He groaned.

And regretted it immediately. Grandma’s lips thinned, displeasure a thing he never wanted to see in her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Her lips twisted, but she continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “Being a parent isn’t easy. You see it as being old enough to do whatever. But a parent has to work out when a child is ready. Sometimes they are right, sometimes they are wrong. They have to compensate for their own needs at the same time. Have you considered that your brothers might need that contact?” She sighed. “I have no doubt they will do what you wish. If anything can be said about your brothers, it is that they will do practically anything for you.”

It was true and he knew it. Scott kept him safe as if he was fragile or something.

“You’re growing so fast, honey. It is sometimes hard to keep up with you.” She looked down at her hand in his. “You will just have to speak to them.”

When he didn’t answer, she squeezed his hand again. “But right now you shouldn’t be worried about that. You should be sleeping and healing.” She hesitated a moment, but then leant down and kissed his hand before letting him go. “C’mon, honey, leave the growing up until later.”

She didn’t reach out to touch his cheek or his hair and to be honest he missed it.

But he was also ever so tired and drifted off before he could form any more coherent thoughts.

-o-o-o-

If anything could be said about Alan it was that he knew how to do as he was told. Grandma told him to get better and so he did.

His family was in and out of the infirmary for the few days he was there. Virgil’s eyes were warm as he took his vital stats and ran the scanner over him, probably more than he needed to.

Scott sat with him when he could. Even started a game of chess. It was no computer game. Scott dragged out the Lord of the Rings set their father had given to him the day he joined the Air Force.

Something about chess and strategy.

Alan just thought it was a game and managed to win at least half the matches they had time for.

Scott cursed him, but with a smile.

A proud smile.

God, he loved his big brother.

Gordon, of course, was in and out, often bringing in food or one or two of his plushies to keep Alan company.

On the third day, when Alan was due to be allowed back to his room, all his brothers were called out to the Philippines.

Grandma, of course, saw to his every need and it wasn’t long before he was snuggled up in his own bed safe, warm and entertained.

But it took his brothers forever to return.

He couldn’t even ask John because John was on Two not Five. He did have a few conversations with Eos, but she only really gave him the basics of what was going on and no youngest brother wiles worked on her.

It was ever so late when he was woken by One returning to her gantry beneath the pool. He lay there waiting for the inevitable sound of Two behind her. Sure enough, moments later, he heard the heavy lifter on approach.

Relief was enough that the release of all that unconscious tension had his still ill body sinking into his bed.

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

-o-o-o-

It was still dark when he woke next. The clock claimed one of those early, early hours that shouldn’t exist. But for the first time in days he felt more himself.

And he was actually hungry.

Climbing out of bed proved no dizziness or wobbly legs. He truly was getting better. He still had a bit of a cough, but nothing like earlier. This bug proved to be more fever than hacking cough which was at least one bonus of the whole scare your family silly scenario.

A trip to the bathroom blissfully unaided and he padded out into the hallway in his socks.

The Island was ever so quiet. That predawn quiet he rarely saw but often heard Scott and Gordon waxing poetic about. John usually saw the sun rise before all of them and Virgil preferred not seeing any of the am hours unless they involved some creative enterprise that had started in the pm hours.

Considering the time, he might see Scott leaving for his run. If he was lucky he could catch him and maybe apologise for his rudeness. Even catch a little big bro/little bro time before the rest of the family rose.

He crept through the house and took the elevator down to the comms room en route to the kitchen, but he was side tracked by a single glowing light from Dad’s desk.

Alan frowned. It wasn’t like Scott to leave the holoprojector running.

His socks made no sound on the hardwood floor and he was ever thankful for that fact the moment he realised why the ‘projector was still on.

Scott’s features were slack in slumber, his head on one arm curled over the desk. He was breathing softly, a hologram of something financial hovering just above his hair.

The blue light cast him in a ghastly shade and Alan shivered.

But it wasn’t only that. The light also lit up a small bandage on Scott’s right forearm where his sleeve had been rolled up.

His brother had been hurt?

It was small and it was obvious Scott was fine otherwise there was no way Virgil or Grandma would have let him anywhere near that desk.

But Alan’s heart clenched anyway.

As a family they had to face the possibility of injury almost every day, it was part of the deal of being a rescue organisation. They did their best, but it was always there. And when it did happen, even small things like this, it always hit home what they were actually risking.

He swallowed.

Outside an early morning bird squawked and flew across the caldera. The sound drifted through the partly open main doors.

Scott didn’t stir at all.

It wasn’t until then that Alan appreciated how rare this moment actually was. How few times he had actually seen his brother asleep. Scott was a notoriously light sleeper as much as Virgil slept like the dead. The fact he hadn’t woken up the moment Alan walked into the room was a sign of how exhausted he must be.

Grandma would likely go off the deep end if she found him here like this.

Alan took a silent step forward. He couldn’t help but stare at his big brother, face mushed up against his arm. His hair had obviously been in the shower and left unstyled. It was falling across his eyes.

Alan reached out and ever so gently brushed the strands aside.

Scott’s breathing hitched and for a moment Alan thought he had ruined everything, but another indrawn breath and his brother’s breathing slipped back into the slow rhythm of sleep.

He resisted the urge to touch him again.

It was only then Alan realised exactly what he had done.

And why.

He swallowed back a sudden lump of emotion. The urge came from his heart. The need to connect, to comfort…

This was his brother, one of his most beloved family members and he had been hurt.

Alan had to hold himself back from reaching out again.

Outside the sky was showing the very first light of pre-dawn. It wouldn’t be long before Scott woke up, or Gordon bounded in ready for his swim, or Grandma started her day.

Scott was in all types of trouble, including from Alan himself. But for this moment, this ever so quiet and private moment, Alan just wanted to be with his brother.

Quietly he grabbed a couple of cushions off the lounge and set them down beside the desk. Sitting and getting comfortable he sat next to his sleeping big brother, waiting for him to wake, and watched the dawn light up the sky.

-o-o-o-

[selfshipping-gremlin]

🤗 with your fave pink boi >:3c -💚

Gawd this was a struggle to write fjhfhjg also feel a lil awkward about how it's written but oh well

Atlas helps fight marluxia, something he says makes them mutter, "you can be so infuriating sometimes.."

"So you remember me from those times?"

A puzzled look crossing their face with their reply, still on guard in a fight stance. "....hard to say, after reawakening, some of my memories have been.... vague."

"Does that not bother you?" He inquires, already knowing the answer, a slight teasing tone. "Knowing you've gained a loss, and loss what you've gained from then?"

It was like he was trying to provoke them.

"Gah!- that dumb, cryptic-ness, is so irritating with you-" they huff, eye twitching, "why cant you ever just be straightforward with what you're saying?!" They lunge forward, keyblade clashing with scythe.

"Funny, i believe you said something similar back then as well." He says, poking at them again, though, the look in his eyes is softer compared to the knowing one from the question moments ago. A bit of inner confusion in him, over this temporary and fleeting foreign feeling.

Taking a step back, Atlas rubs their face, hand(s) running through their hair in frustration. "That-! That too! You keep talking like you know me so well, but i can hardly seem to remember a damn thing about you-! It's so- frustrating!" Their voice starts to crack towards the end, fighting back tears that threaten them with heat. Memories trying to replay, without much clarity.

Larxene makes a noise of disgust before chiming in. "Ugh, feeling nostalgic all of sudden are we, marly? Dont forget hearts are just an inconvenience-" She's cut off by Sora trying to get her attention, annoyance coming from her before turning her focus back on him.

"Yknow, for once i think i agree with her. I cant focus on stopping you, if i keep being manipulated by feelings..." they mutter solemnly, taking a stance again.

Marluxia sighs, a small part of him was hoping, another brief foreign feeling, he wouldnt have to keep fighting them. Readying his scythe, he makes the first move, starting their battle once more.

"I dont think you truely believe that sentiment. You were so intent on learning how to feel when you shadowed me-" He closes in on them, grabbing their blade wielding wrist, leaning in close, "enough so to ignore her comments."

Atlas' heart was pounding now, the sudden close proximity making them feel flustered. He notices their pulse. "It'd been strange not having you around-"

He's cut short as he shoves them away, blocking sora's attack, the two facing off as Atlas tries to recover from the shock. However, it's only a few minutes until sora lands the final blow.

“Oh… So, now it all comes back to me.” He chuckles self-derisively, after falling to his knees.

“Hey. Is that a real laugh?” The hero asks.

“Yes… My heart is remembering how to feel,” He replies, touching his chest. "Thanks to you" he adds, though he's starting at Atlas when he says it.

He starts to close his eyes, only looking forward when Atlas speaks up, much closer than he realized they were, and kneeling next to him.

"For as much as you're cryptic tendencies annoyed me, i did- do, care about you...." There's a pause as the quiet words were said. "We'll find each other again then...okay..?" They meekly croak out, teary eyed.

Marluxia gives them a soft look and smile as they stand there watching as he finally fades from sight.

[vampireimiko]

𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 !!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, nothing but fluff <3

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, this would've been a oneshot but i didn't really have it in me to write a one

⬤ okay so, with hawks being a pro hero and such, you two didn't really get to go on many dates without people interrupting to ask for his autograph

⬤ don't get me wrong, the man loves his fans and attention but he was with his s/o and wanted time with you alone !

⬤ he felt really bad because you two could never really be able to have a proper date where it was just you two :(

⬤ he briefly remembered how you mentioned wanting to go to the fair with him

⬤ so hawks decided to rent out a WHOLE fair just for the two of you

⬤ ugh rich people 🙄

⬤ but no fr it was such a sweet thing for him to do

⬤ so fast forward to you guys' date, it was amazing !!

⬤ you guys rode bumper cars, did those huge swing thingys and eventually ended up on a rollercoaster

⬤ and too your surprise keigo was scared of them ???

⬤ "YOU LITERALLY FLY HOW ARE YOU SCARED OF ROLLERCOASTERS ?!"

⬤ "YEAH BUT NOT THIS FAST."

⬤ after the ride was over you started laughing hella hard at him💀

⬤ and the whole time he was like :(( and after that you apologized and kissed him, still laughing a bit at him <33

⬤ "I'm sorry baby, I'll make it up to you when we get home. But first let's get cotton candy, ride the ferris wheel and then we can go home !! " you beamed at him

⬤ when he heard that damn comment about making it up to him at home best believe he RAN to the cotton candy booth

⬤ "I NEED TWO COTTON CANDYS, PLEASE HURRY AS FAST AS YOU CAN."

⬤ nigga??? calm down 😟

⬤ but anyways after you two got the cotton candy, keigo practically dragged you too the ferris wheel😭

⬤ "SLOW DOWN, IM GONNA FALL."

⬤ when you two got too the ferris wheel keigo felt like he was literally vibrating ⬤ ???

⬤ "Finally we're going slow now 🙄 " you said eyeing him from the side ⬤ "I'm sorry, let's just enjoy this for now." He said coming behind you and grabbing your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder ⬤ the view you two were getting was immaculate

⬤ all the city lights were hitting your skin perfectly ✨

⬤ DONT even get me started on how the moonlight was hitting you, my gawd ⬤ "Shit, I can't wait to get you home. Your literally glowing right now."

⬤ "Why thank you baby 😊 "

⬤ when that ride was over best believe he picked you up in his arms and FLEW to the car.

⬤ guess he really wanted to see what you had in store for him at home, but that was a different story for a later time <33

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; this was rushed if you can tell💀 but nevertheless enjoy. also if you liked this don't be shy to ask for more <33

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[jinkicake]

Looking Respectfully

Asahi, Iwaizumi, Ushijima with a s/o with an appreciation for their arms/back. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Azumane Asahi x Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @sweet-sweet-strawberry ,, here you go!!! I will def sit here and looking at their beautiful muscles with you. I think my favorites on each of these sweethearts would be Asahi’s back, Iwaizumi’s arms, and Ushijima’s thighs, respectfully. Anyway,, sorry this took so long I was really busy today!!!

SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 1,976

~~~

Azumane Asahi 

I was conducting my research for this…. Asahi speech. I was looking at pics of him and rechecking his sign and now my big brain is connecting the dots,,,, he is a Capricorn.... like his personality totally makes sense now knowing that,,, right? 

Anyway,,,, I am currently looking respectfully at this tall gorgeous hottie!! He 6’0? He passed the I’ll be his housewife check

He is so big like his back and shoulders are so broad like lemme take a little swing daddy,,, sorry

Asahi is so polite and bashful that he would get really blush when he catches you staring at him,,, like running your eyes all over his body

I feel like he would thank you a lot whenever you compliment him, he would say thank you like fifty times…. Why is he so cute?

His self-confidence would go through the roof when he finds out how attracted you are to his arms/back,,, he would try to tease you about it but you could always tease him back really well so his methods doesn’t work like he wants it to

Telling him how much you like his muscles will probably fuel his ego, it would make him feel so good and internally he would get so cocky,,,, he would never let the power go to his head though…. 

It does come in handy, your appreciation for his arms because Asahi has the opportunity to make you so weak

Literally one flex of his biceps or even a glance of his bare back would have you on your knees in front of him, pulling your hair back

Asahi is one of the softest sweetest mf and he definitely knows how to treat you,, he knows what he is doing. Also I want to add that Asahi is the blueprints for what all men should strive to be like, quiet. 

“A-Asahi!” You hiccup, tears pooling in your eyes as you dig your nails into his back. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Asahi stares down at you, his face etched with concern as he looks at your pained expression. “Are you okay?” 

You can’t answer and simply nod your head, hoping he gets the hint. He feels so thick inside of you, you feel so full. 

“Keep going,” You push through grit teeth and Asahi wants to slow his movements, but judging from the way your nails keep piercing his back, he knows he shouldn’t. “it feels so good.”

Asahi blinks as he connects the dots all together in his head, the way you’re mewling and the way you’re holding onto his back so tightly, it should’ve made sense earlier. Asahi spreads your legs further apart, making an obvious point as he thrusts deeper inside of you. He takes advantage of how easy it is to bottom out, letting you grind against him as he stills against that one spot along your walls. 

“Yes,” You lean up to kiss his neck, running your tongue along the front of his throat, nipping at any spot you can reach. “right there.” Asahi moans softly as you suck a deep bruise in the crook of his neck, the vibrations from your muffled moan go straight down to his aching cock. 

He doesn’t want to be gentle anymore.

Suddenly his hips begin to move again, snapping into yours at a pace you can barely keep up with. The motion makes you fall back against the bed, unwrapping your hands from his shoulders to drag down his front instead. You watch with needy eyes as his abs ripple under your touch and you take pride in the light red scratches going down his chest. 

“Babe,” Asahi warns and you pretend not to notice, he lowers onto his forearms and brings his face real close to yours and utters a single warning. “Play nice or you’re really going to get it.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Now… now my baby boy,,,, ugh my gorgeous Hajime~~ Arms. ARMS.

Iwaizumi Hajime has them biceps, triceps, brachialis, coracobrachialis, bicep brachii, tricep brachii, thank you. Now, I know what you’re thinking ‘bitch everyone has those muscles’ and you would be right but they aren’t Iwaizumi Hajime

You guys know that photo of him with the sash that says ‘champion’ on it? Yeah,,, that’s what I AM thinking about. Please he is so damn fine, my arm wrestling KING. Next

Iwaizumi is such a shy sweet little baby BUT at the same time he is an attention-seeking gemini, therefore…. Very early on I think he would be shy whenever you compliment his looks but then later in the relationship he’d be like ‘oh you like what you see bbyg?’ 

He’d get really red and flustered under your stare like if you are just looking respectfully then he will seriously get soooooooo shy,,, Hanamaki will make fun of him for ages because of it LOL

When he gets more comfortable and confident with you then Iwaizumi would most definitely do things on purpose to rile you up

He’d carry heavy boxes or just stretch in front of you so that his biceps POP and you just have to sit there like…. :) thank you for the view, Hajime

Let’s sidebar for a second and IMAGINE how amazing his hugs would be,,, even though my short kind isn’t the tallest his arms would make you feel so safe and warm

Can I also add that Iwaizumi’s resting bitch face is so hot? Like he looks so unapproachable and like such an ass but he is the sweetest person EVER,,, gawd I love himmmmm m>>>>>>

Damn I really,,, what else do I add… I am just sitting here staring at photos of Iwaizumi and I am genuinely rendered speechless… he is a very handsome person 

Your pitiful whimpers slip out of your mouth one after another. You try to muffle the noises by burying your face into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck but it doesn’t work, not when he is thrusting into you like this. 

“Relax, babe.” Iwaizumi drags his lips against your ear, his voice lowering uncharacteristically deep and it makes your head spin. His strong arms are wrapped around your waist as he cradles you into his chest as you rest in his lap. Your thighs are starting to grow tired from lifting yourself up and down to meet his thrusts, but the stretch is too delicious to quit. One of Iwaizumi’s hands rubs along your back soothingly, gently caressing your skin. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks and slows down his thrusts, making sure you feel everything. The teasing pace, as much as you’d rather him pound into you, feels so good. Iwaizumi always makes it a point to fuck you slow and sensual, when he isn’t fucking all his frustrations out. 

You love the feeling of him against you like this, holding you so close as if you’ll slip away from him. It nearly drives you crazy, he keeps thrusting into your soaked core and his groans make it harder and harder to focus on anything. 

The noises that Iwaizumi Hajime produces are not to be taken lightly, his grunts and groans are so deep. So full of need that it almost sounds animalistic, yet he also makes breathy little whines. Noises that make you wonder just how he would react if he wasn’t in control. His whimpers are your favorite, the sounds he makes when he gets close, it is almost like he is begging for more. 

“Hajime,” You need to hear him, you grind down against him, successfully ripping a hiss from his teeth.

“What, baby?” He asks, his strong hands grip your backside to control the movement of your bodies. Iwaizumi always makes it so obvious who is in control. From his angle, he can see everything, the way his hard cock disappears into your warm entrance, the way your face tenses up whenever it feels too good. When he gets no response, he has to ask again. “What is it?” 

“I need to hear you.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

MOTHERFCKING USHIJIMA WAKATOSHIIIII...iiiiiiii...iiii.....i. his stupid beautiful gorgeous stoic face and his thick muscular back that would tense under your touch or his abdomen that would flex every time he breathes or his biceps that would strain every time he moves it,,,, yeah I know how muscles work I took anatomy 

Let’s start off with saying that Ushijima would not notice your staring, I think it would take him a while to figure out how much you appreciate his back and arms

He’d just be like ‘why do you keep staring at me?’ And be really confused

Even if you told him that you love the way his muscles flex whenever he simply moves, Ushijima would still be like ‘. . . and?’

He probably wouldn’t get the reasoning and wouldn’t think him moving is anything special... it is special Wakatoshi, you are special,

I don’t think he would purposely do stuff to turn you on,,,, he hasn’t unleashed that power yet even if he KNOWS he has it 

However that doesn’t mean he won’t hold back,, he is still going to play volleyball like he always has and exercise like Ushijima always does without a care in his mind

Let’s simply take a moment to think about how gorgeous he looks in that stupid ass shiratorizawa uniform, ugh with his large ass biceps that are literally bigger than my big ass head or how tight the uniform looks on his BACK,,, something about me thirsting over him like this doesn’t feel right. I apologize Ushijima, I am looking respectfully

Probably after the first two times you jump his bones solely because of his gorgeous arms then Ushijima will finally get it,,, the light bulb would click in his head

I think Ushijima would be a really cute tease like the way he would taunt you would be so adorable,,,, he’d subtly move his arms in front of you so you can stare happily and let your mouth water in peace and act like he doesn’t know what he is doing when he damn well knows

“(Y/N), are you even listening?” Ushijima slightly tilts his head, his olive eyes are hard as he stares at you. You don’t meet his eyes, you simply nod while continuing to stare at his forearms. They are crossed over his chest and you can’t help but follow the veins that wrap around his arms. “What did I say?” Ushijima waits silently for your answer, noticing how you barely even blink and instead run your eyes all over his body and up to his strong shoulders.

“Mmm, something about volleyball?” You hum and Ushijima continues to stare at you. He heaves a sigh and stands up from his seat, placing his palms flat on the table in front of you. You can’t help the appreciate smile that comes onto your face at the sight of his arms flexing so close to you, the stupid love-sick expression on your face doesn’t go away even as you slowly bring your eyes up to his. “Is that not what you said?"

You sound so innocent that it makes Ushijima bite back a groan, instead he wraps one of his hands around your wrist and drags you toward his bedroom. As soon as you close his door behind you, you turn back around to catch the large shirt that was once on his body now on the floor. With an excited squeal you instantly place your palms on his back, running your hands all around to feel the hardness beneath his warm skin. 

“Am I getting a special treat~” You ask suggestively, knowing damn well Ushijima can never say no. He doesn’t give you an answer and instead turns around to face you. One of his hands grabs your chin while the other cups the back of your neck so he can instantly press his lips to yours.

His lips mold and fit with your own, eagerly prying them apart so he can swipe his tongue against your own. It’s always a ploy to get your tongue into his own mouth, from there Ushijima can gently suck on the muscle and hear that sweet whine escape from your lips. 

When he finally pulls away, only letting a few centimeters of space rest between your lips, does he answer your question. 

“Yes. Only for my good girl.”

~

Taglist.

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[borathae]

OK SIBI CH30!

JM GREENHOUSE🤧 ik the character death is a part of the story but i hope we get more insight into JM's other side

ALSO SIBI he wasnt always a monster🤧

OK PPL HV PASSIVE AGRESSIVENESS AND YG HAS PASSIVE AFFECTION UK WHT I MEAN???? LIKE THE ENTIRE BREAKFAST THING🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈🙈

THE WAY HE CALLS HER Princess 🫂😭🙈🥺

HE KNOWS SHE IS A TEA PERSON...FK SHIT UGH YG!!!

You know i do A VERY FKING BIG THING JUST HAPPENES GUYS... YG JUST...? ACCEPTED THAT HE CARES? OH MY GAWD.

OK Sib i wanna talk of something here... and that is childishness. For a few days, this thing has been in my head. Basically, i hv been noticing how kiddish behaviour is generally linked to a certain sort of ...experience... like some ppl dont even realise how a part of them is very kiddish, not immature per se, but like... ok so for example lets take YG. He s a sweetheart n he cares. OFCOURSE HE DOES. But uk the way he refuses to show his emtions... even thats a lil acceptable cuz some ppl r like that but thinking board games and flowers and scents r stupid and naive... while it is very visible how they r either pretending to be this way or convincing themselves to behave a certain way... its so... vulnerable in disguise. Idk if u r getting me but it is like... cuz they think that these things mean being vulnerable they deliberately put up a tough front n only end up showing this other side of theirs... atleast in my eyes. N i was thinking for a creator who has seen and done things we cant even imagine... isnt this behaviour a bit... childish?? And this is clearly my pov(cuz i love psychology n i hv been noticing this around me for a while) but ppl who hv this kiddish aspect to them r scared of losing their comfort zones... Ok i realise my words make no sense and no connection to the story but i felt this and thought of sharing

I always wanted to own a greenhouse SORRY BUT I LAUGHED HERE.... OC IS A ... YA SHE S KIND!🥺😂

I'm trusting you to not mess this up Y DO I FEEL LIKE IT WAS YG SAYING "IM FINALLY TRYNA OPEN UP PLS DONT PUSH ME AWAY OR GIVE ME A REASON TO STOP"😶 IS THIS JUST ME? OH YG?

THE TIME WHERE OC STARTS CONTEMPLATING IF YG WILL THINK HER PRESENCE IS UNECESSARY N ALL KINDA PUT ME OFF... SOMETIMES I THINK SHE REALLY GETS SO CARRIED AWAY SHE FAILS TO SEE WHAT LIES AHEAD OF HER... THE ENTIRE SEQ OF YG TELLING HER WHAT THOSE VAMPS DID N ALL N SHE IS SUDDENLY ALL ABOUT TAE... IK SHE HAS HER REASONS BUT I HOPE SHE LL DEVELOP A STRONGER CONSCIOUS TOWARDS YG AS WELL

TAE🥺😭

THE DANCE TALK😭😭😭 NO Y DO I IMAGINE A GIGGLING TAE CLAD IN KNEE LENGTH KHAKHI COLOURED OVERCOAT AND OFF WHITE PANTS AND A RED-YELLOW SCARF WID A BROWN BERET AS HE SWINGS OC WHEN HE SUDDENLY RECALLED A DANCE STEP DURING THEIR NIGHT WALK NEAR A STREAM🥺🙈🤧

I thought i lost you🤗🤗🤗 NO SHE S HERE BABY JUST FK EVERYTHING N COME BACK TO HER N GIVE US SOME GOOD OL CUTE GIGGLY SEX PLS🤧

HIM NODDING HIS HEAD WHEN SHE ASKED ABOUT SJ HURTING HIM.... DAMN THIS IS SO SAD BUT ALSO HE IS SUCH A CONTRAST TO YG... HE IS SO OPENLY VULNERABLE INFRONT OF HER...I MISSED TAE DAMNNNN😭😭😭😭😭

OK YG CUD HV MADE A DIFFERENT APPROACH... HE CUDVE TALKED TO HER PRIOR TO TAKING HER THERE N ASK HER TO AVOID JM RELATED QUE...OR IDK DO SOMETHING DIFF... NOT HURT THEM MORE. HE HURT OC TAE N HIMSELF... YG CMON NO!

OK UK WHAT OC CUD HV APPROACHED IT DIFFERENTLY TOO😔 GOING THERE ALONE WID A BLOOD BAG?! SRSLY NO NO NO. IT MUST HURT SO MUCH FOR YG CUZ

He really almost lost her n the way he explained the aftermath.. he wud hv been in so much pain if that had happened n everything... every fking thing wud fall apart in a minute

He just asked her to keep his trust n she fkd it up real bad...

He was starting to open up n now he is forced to feel misunderstood... or NOT understood to be precise

I gave u everything THIS WHOLE PART BROKE ME... SHE DESERVED TO HEAR HIM SAY ALL THAT BUT ITS JUST I LOVE THESE BOTH PPL SO MUCH I JUST LIKE SEEING THEM HAPPY NO SAD SAD TIME FOR THEM😭

HE SAID HE CARES! TWICE IN 1 CHP AND IN 1 DAY... I DONT THINK HE HIMSELF REALISES WHAT HE HAS DONE

This is all new to me too! You think i know what I'm doing? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OH GAWD HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE THE ONE WHO CREATED THE ENTIRE VAMP SPECIES ... TO SEE YEARS OF THIS PAINFUL WORLD... TO EXPERIENCE EVERY FKING THING AND YET BE MADE TO FEEL SO HELPLESS BY A HUMAN GIRL HE JUST MET... WE DONT APPRECIATE AND UNDERSTAND YG ENOUGH! NO WE DONT!

OK SO HEAVY! SO HEAVY! UM I WENT AWAY FOR EXAMS N NOW I COME BACK N SUDDENLY YG IS ALL TALKING OF HIS FEELINGS😵 TAE SHOWS UP BUT HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN AND HE IS SO VULNERABLE😭

N OC JUST LOST TAE N YG FOR NOW😭😭😭 OH SIB NO HEART ATTACKS PLS! I MISSED SA SO MUCH N THIS CH... FK IT KICKED PLACES! YOUR TAKE ON EMOTIONS N MIND N BEHAVIOURS INTRIGUES ME... U R SO TALENTED. NOT PRAISING U IM ACTUALLY JUST MAKING OBSERVATIONS AT THIS POINT😂IM IN AWE!💜💜💜

-The Yelling Anon

OK PPL HV PASSIVE AGRESSIVENESS AND YG HAS PASSIVE AFFECTION UK WHT I MEAN???? LIKE THE ENTIRE BREAKFAST THING🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈🙈

HAHHAHAH Yoongi be like "I am evil" *proceeds to do kind things aggressively* gosh I love this lil bean :(

ALSO PRETEND THAT I JUST INSERTED YOUR ENTIRE PARAGRAPH ABOUT YOUR ANALYSIS OF YOONGI HERE hahahah okay so I totally get what you mean omfg. It is kind like of a defense mechanism. You know, maybe Yoongi just wasn't really allowed to be soft and tender in his past and because of that he is trying to repress those sides of him by pretending that he is "too good for favourite things or games" because maybe in his past he was punished by showing those sides of himself. Not like punished by a certain person per say, but more like by life? You know if he showed someone he cared maybe then they ended up dying or leaving him. If he showed that he liked something then it ended up getting lost or dissappearing. So as a defense mechanism he pretends to not care about anything these days, just so he can keep himself safe from potential loss.

I always wanted to own a greenhouse SORRY BUT I LAUGHED HERE.... OC IS A ... YA SHE S KIND!🥺

OKAY BUT LIKE THAT IS MY DREAM TOO holy fuck I want one of those kinds

imagine that's the kinda vibe the greenhouse has because that is my shit omfg I could spend my entire day in places like these :(

I'm trusting you to not mess this up Y DO I FEEL LIKE IT WAS YG SAYING "IM FINALLY TRYNA OPEN UP PLS DONT PUSH ME AWAY OR GIVE ME A REASON TO STOP"😶 IS THIS JUST ME? OH YG?

NO THIS IS 100% WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT OMFG

THE TIME WHERE OC STARTS CONTEMPLATING IF YG WILL THINK HER PRESENCE IS UNECESSARY N ALL KINDA PUT ME OFF... SOMETIMES I THINK SHE REALLY GETS SO CARRIED AWAY SHE FAILS TO SEE WHAT LIES AHEAD OF HER

or perhaps she was made to feel unecessary in her past. Maybe her presence was either ignored or dismissed and now just as much as Yoongi pretends to hate things to keep himself safe, she thinks that she won't be missed if she just randomly dissapeared 👀

NO Y DO I IMAGINE A GIGGLING TAE CLAD IN KNEE LENGTH KHAKHI COLOURED OVERCOAT AND OFF WHITE PANTS AND A RED-YELLOW SCARF WID A BROWN BERET AS HE SWINGS OC WHEN HE SUDDENLY RECALLED A DANCE STEP DURING THEIR NIGHT WALK NEAR A STREAM🥺🙈🤧

I CAN IMAGINE THAT TOO OMFMG I AM SOBBING :( THIS IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING HE WOULD DO AND ALREADY HAS DONE :((

OH GAWD HOW IT MUST FEEL TO BE THE ONE WHO CREATED THE ENTIRE VAMP SPECIES ... TO SEE YEARS OF THIS PAINFUL WORLD... TO EXPERIENCE EVERY FKING THING AND YET BE MADE TO FEEL SO HELPLESS BY A HUMAN GIRL HE JUST MET... WE DONT APPRECIATE AND UNDERSTAND YG ENOUGH! NO WE DONT!

sTOP omfg I am gonna sob wtfff noooo this is breaking my heart :((

Thank you so much for this message! I really missed talking to you 🥺💜💗

[nightwingvixen23]

Clark : you're on punishment for sneaking Damian into the house last night

Jon : *rolling his eyes*

Jon : yanno, no one would've found out if he wasn't such a damn screamer--

Lois : no one should of "found out" because you shouldn't be having sex at your age !!

Jon : ugh. mom. c'mon. I'm sixteen, gawd

Clark : you're on dish duty, mister

Jon : awwwh ! wtf, really ?? I dont wanna wash those grimy dishes !

Clark : hop to it

Jon : *heading into the kitchen*

Jon : whatever. but just know that if I have to scrub a dish too hard, that mother fuckers goin in the garbage

[jenoismydad]

I love you, sweetheart, whole-heartedly 💋♥️♥️♥️ tho it's been a mistake to come to your blog in the morning...

I've been scrolling through your blog for an HOUR and now I'm just dying out of horniness, and Jeno's hands? GAWD PWEASE. With my oral fixation there's just no way I'd be able to contain myself around him. Every time I see those hands I'm just ugh....Wanna him to offer me some cream to try on his finger so that I can wrap my lips around his damn fingers and suck on them slowly and teasingly, all the while looking right into his eyes. Then let go of them with a loud pop, as I was sucking my cheeks in and give them a last long lick with the tip of the tongue. And hope for him to shove his dick down my throat after that and ruin me.

Brat entered the chat.

haha sorry about that 🤧

no cause his eyes would be fixed on the way your lips wrap around his mouth and he’d probably be like “do it again” but no cream this time 🥵

[taehyung-king-v]

Make me squirt

WARNINGS: SMUT!!!

“ Tae, you didn't have to! it's my bday but you know it’s YOU all I want and all need” I whined on the phone but still, I thanked him for his gift. He sent me a bouquet of 100 purple roses from his office.

“ I can't wait to get home if you say it's me all you want” Tae said on the other line. He hang up after saying once again happy birthday to me. Aish, this man! Now I am trembling in anticipation, his tone sounded so promising. In a way, I hate it I have to be alone all day for my bday but, I have enough time to prepare myself and doll up so I will look good enough for Tae.

After I munched on some chocolate and took a bath, I fixed my hair, applied my light makeup and took one of my fav shirts of his on me, without a bra and panties; I was only wearing my high heels on. I'm sure naughty but so what? He ain't a saint either. hehe

................................................................................................................................

“ You finally came, baby!” I jumped on him as soon as he stepped into the halway of our house. I am so happy, he's here. This Is all I want!

“ Happy bday, baby but...  what are you wearing?” Tae said chuckling, after he kissed me softly with those plump lips. His lips are so delicious, they always feel amazing. They turn me on so so much. You can't even imagine...

“ you tell me... I was thinking about a nice dress but you're gonna undress me anyway so...” I played with his tie, using my sensual tone.

“ hmm, is that so?” God, I'm already so fucking wet. The way he's licking his lower lip, with that hair pulled back, exposing his glorious forehead and when he's touching me like this, I feel I’m gonna lose it.

“ please, baby! I missed you so much today.” I caressed his beautiful face, whinning at him.

“ Baby, you miss me all the time. You're so needy for me.” But he bite hard at my neck. How not to miss him when he's making me feel like this? I already felt goosepumbs all over my skin just by his simple touch.

“ yes, I am only for you.” I looked lustfully into his eyes. Tae attacked my mouth, with a desperate hunger now. I know he is the same for me, needy. His kisses make me dizzy, they make me moan like a slut. My body is pressed against his and soon, he was placing me on the sofa. I made sure to show him how needy I am for him and I parted my legs. Tae smirked, pleased by my action.

“ oh, no panties. such a naughty little slut, damn!” I started touching myself in front of him and he got ride of his pants and boxers in one go. He was doing the same, touching himself slowly as he was watching me. My mouth drolled at the sight: such a big fat cock. Tae's pumping himself into his hand, hissing in pleasure made my pussy clench around nothing. I'm moaning both because of my own touch and because of seeing him like this. He is the hottest sight ever! I'm so impatient for him now.

“ ah, Tae!” I moaned his name. I'm not fingering myself, just rubbing my clit to tease myself. I want to feel his long fingers inside me.

“ tell me what do you want, bday girl?” Tae got closer to me with a dangerous stare into his eyes.

“ you, you baby!” I circled his neck with my arms and now, we're sloppyly kissing. We're laughing in between.

“is there any special request?” he wiggled his eyebrows. Hmm, let me think. Oh yes!

“ actually, yes there is.” Tae gropped my boobs into his big palms. I let out a satisfied sigh.

“ I want you to make me squirt all over you handsome face!” I put my middle finger in my mouth and started licking it, while sensually staring at him. He ran a hand through his hair.

“ God, baby! don't make me... ugh, you're turning me into an animal!” Tae growled.

“ I'm glad!” I winked and I urged him wih my chin to start. He did as he was told.

Firstly, Tae touched my clit with his middle finger and looked at me to see my reaction. Then, he gave it a long lick. My breath hitched.

“ please baby. Put that fucking sexy mouth to work!” I begged him, playing with my boobs.

“ aaaah!” yes, there it is. Tae is kissing me so nice and then his tongue entered me in force. He's licking the life out of me, lapping at my juices like a starved man and I'm sent to paradise. His mouth is just pure gold, gawd! It feels so fucking good. I'm squirming under him and he lets me because he enjoy seeing me so gone. I opened my eyes to see Tae and I know I'm getting close. The stimulation is too much. Fuck, I love it!

“ like this, you needy girl?” I scoffed, laughing after, only to moan immediately. Tae inserted two fingers inside as he  keeps on licking my clit. With his free hand he's pressing hard on my abdomen. I feel that kind of pressure I was looking for and I started to roll my hips faster. My breath is almost taken away at how good he's making love with my pussy. I'm shivering, moaning so loud and feeling so good. I'm so lost into him and his sinful actions.

“ Ugh, T-Tae. cl-closee, ah!” Jesus, I'm really there, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. He decided to stop for a second but then he drown his tongue deeper inside me, making me see stars. Tae slurped my juices out and, in an instant, his fingers were back inside me. They made a "come here" motion and when Tae flicking his tongue over my clit, I started screaming. I grabbed hard at his hair, rolling my hips so desperately. I love how his head is so deep between my legs, devouring me like that.

“ uh, uhm! fuck fuck!” Here I am, letting go my fucking juices all over his mouth and face. I splashed all over. That was so noisy and erotic. So so good it almost hurts. The pleasure is too much now, so I grabbed his hair to pull him away from my pussy. I am trembling like jelly, my voice is gone. I'm moaning a muted moan and I feel myself floating on a fucking cloud somehere. FUCK

“ fuck baby! look at the mess you've done!” Tae said, panting. He cupped my face, parted my mouth and spitted some of my sweet nectar into my mouth. He's so dirty!

“ God, Tae! you really did it.” I said, after regaining my breath. It felt so good, better than I expected. I can't help but hugging him tight to my chest. Tae is the best boyfriend in the world! He does everything I want him to, I love him so much.

“ only for you, dear waterfall!” I gasped at his words, punching his arm with my left powers. Getting cheeky, aren't we?!

“ you're wet all over, go take a shower!” I giggled at him.

“ nope, it's my turn to come all over your beautiful face!” Tae winked, naughtyly and let out an evilish chuckle. SHIT!

[gumnut-logic]

Tousled (Bit 1)

I managed to prompt myself (well, it is possibly @ak47stylegirl​ ‘s fault) and ended up with this randomness. I have written more but I’m falling asleep at the keyboard.

Have some sick!Alan and worried!Scott. Doesn’t really go anywhere yet, but I’m working on it.

I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-o-o-o-

Five times! Five times Scott had ruffled his hair today!

Alan glared at the door his brother had walked through. Alan might be sick, but he was no longer a little kid.

He reached up and stubbornly flattened his hair down again.

He knew it was a sign of affection. He knew he should be grateful for Scott and everything he did for him. Alan was an orphan with four amazing brothers among an amazing supportive family. He was grateful.

Honest!

But if Scott touched his hair one more time he would bite his fingers off.

He was fifteen, for goodness’ sake. Practically a grown up.

He did not need his hair ruffled every hour or two.

Despite this, Alan straightened out his features and his posture as Scott walked back into the room, medicine in hand.

“Grandma says, this should do the job. Help with your breathing and clear your chest a bit.”

Alan did not glare as his brother poured the required amount into a medicine cup.

No, he didn’t glare at all, because this was his cherished big brother who was risking infection to look after him. He’d even stayed back from a rescue to do so and Alan owed him everything.

Bite his fingers off!

Maybe it was the fever talking.

“Here, drink it all up and lick it clean. Make sure you get all of it in you.”

Alan didn’t say anything as he took the cup.

Scott frowned. “Alan?”

He pressed his lips together and guzzled what proved to be revoltingly sweet ugh that crawled down his throat like a caterpillar.

You’d think they would have invented some decent cold medicine by now.

“You okay?” Worry flickered in those brotherly blue eyes.

Alan gulped down the last of the ghastly stuff and cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

His brother took the used cup and stood up. Shoving the bottle of medicine into the same hand, he reached out towards Alan’s temple.

“Gawd, I’m fine, Scott, leave me alone!”

Turning away, Alan threw himself under the covers and curled up, obviously dismissing Scott.

Rather rudely.

He was sick. He could get away with it.

Okay, so hearing his brother’s soft grunt of disappointment and his quiet movements as he left really sucked.

But then Alan really sucked anyway and it was a sucky day and, yeah, it all sucked.

Guilt chased him into an uneasy sleep.

-o-o-o-

He had no clue how long he had been out when he was woken by a clatter.

“Oh, damn.”

Alan rolled over to find his eldest brother on the floor beside his bed, the remains of a fold up chair beneath him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Alan’s head was full of Thunderbird exhaust, he felt achy and tired. “Why are you in my room?”

“Keeping you company.”

Alan stared at his big brother a moment, his head swimming. “I’m fifteen, Scott. It’s just a cold.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

Alan blinked, unsure how to answer that question. “I’m fifteen.”

“I know that, squirt.” And suddenly he was being held, soft cotton against his cheek, fingers combing through his hair. It was nice.

Then Scott was laying him gently back on the covers.

“Go back to sleep, Allie.” Scott ruffled his hair.

“Don’t do that!” It was an involuntary snarl.

His big brother startled a step back, eyes wide. “Alan?”

Alan’s own eyes widened in realisation of what he had done. But where there was usually genius, there was currently fog and he was clueless as to what to do next.

“Talk to me, Alan.” The words were low and had just that hint of mixed worry and command.

“Don’t do that.” Alan blinked. “Please.”

“Do what?”

“Mess with my hair. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

A worried frown. “Okay.”

Was it stupid that Alan thought he could see Scott’s hands twitching as if he desperately needed to reach out and tousle Alan’s hair right this moment?

But his brother didn’t. In fact, he straightened a little, shoulders back as if he was in the military again.

You know, the military that had hurt him so much.

Alan’s heart sank. He’d hurt Scott. One of the four bestest brothers in the world and he hurt him.

“You get some sleep, Allie. I’ll go check on Virgil.”

And Scott was turning and leaving and Alan was a horrible brother and he should say something but his head wasn’t working properly…

And then Scott was out the door and gone.

Alan groaned and rolled over hard enough that to set his head spinning.

Didn’t matter. He deserved it.

He lay there for a bit, again he had no idea how long. But at some point he coughed and curled up and fell into yet another restless sleep.

-o-o-o-

Next

[shaekingshitup]

Grindin

A/N: EEEPP. This is my first attempt at a reader insert. Reader is always gonna be black. I missed a many of days. Here is the day 3 prompt because I liked this idea! Kind of based off my favorite coffee shop. Maybe I’ll do more for this lil story? 💁🏿 The chime for the door is literally from this song here. 

Summary: Reader goes back home to open a coffee shop and meets a man that stirs some things in her. 

“I love the concept,” you commented, “ I know we were only interested in black and blue originally. But can you do a mock up with gold lettering as well?”

“YAS! THAT! I like THAT! exclaimed Ray

“Already done,” Lulu noted and pulled out a secondary growler mock up from behind the print that you were assessing.

“You know me so well,” you smiled.

“Yeah, your ass is kinda predictable” she smiled back which earned her a tongue out.

This was your first meeting of the month and so far everything was going great. You loved that you could live out your dreams with the two people you trusted more than anyone in the world. Lulu had been by your side since you both realized you were the only two Spelman freshmen who were both from Cali in your class.  By your second semester y’all were so inseparable that everyone thought you were sisters. And by year 2 you were already living together. Thank God y’all had separate interests which kept your friendship and now your business in a healthy and ever growing state. You were engrossed in the world of science. You had been a bio major who often volunteered at the local greenhouse. That helped you establish your small but busy coffee shop a year and a half ago. Lulu was a graphic artist whom also was in charge of all Grindin social media and the unofficial pastry taste tester. Ray had come along when the ladies were rooming together off campus. He was a community college to 4- year transplant at Clark Atlanta but the boy was born and raised in Macon, Georgia and he’d never let you forget it. It was evident that once he met the girls at a mixer in his first week, the friendship was a wrap. That spawned regular visits back to his parents’ homes on the weekends and even some holidays spent in the south. After graduation, the bond never broke. You and Lulu returned to Cali with Ray in tow so that he could use his business degree to help birth Grindin.

You glanced over to Sherell. The Brewista Lead for the morning shift. You knew that Sherell had been strugglin to keep up a healthy sleeping schedule with finals right around the corner and the nerves of her impending graduation from Lincoln. She was a sweet girl and you couldn’t stand to see her bare any more stress. You were so caught up in your thoughts about Sherell that you had missed the very clear topic change amongst your friends.

“Okay, but that nigga’s arms? They biggg. You know what that mean!” sad Ray pointedly at Lulu

“HA” she cackled, “ that don’t mean nothin’. My guy has really soft eyes and you know Y/N loves a guy who is easy on the eyes,” Lu quips

“Bitch, you see the caterpillar above those eyes? We don’t nee her birthin the next Helga Pataki in these streets”

“Ugh” you groaned as you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know how many times we have to have to do this but I do not under any circumstances want you two meddling in my love life,”

“But” they chorused.

“BUT NOTHING! Every human with an assumed penis and who looks like they got more than $150 in the bank becomes a contestant for your little game of ‘Win a Date with Y/N’! I run a coffee shop! Not a dating service. I’m done explaining shit to y’all. Stop harassing my customers and let my ass worry about who I am with! I mean that shit.”

“I told you we should have started addin females to the list,” whispers Ray as you walk over to the counter.

“Raymond Johnson the IV and Eyeluta Nicole Hathaway, if I hear one more word from either of y’all you both gone be banned from any pastries for the rest  of the month” you spat feeling like the unofficial mother of your group yet again. You took a deep breath and continued toward the counter. 

“Sherell, how’s it going?” you asked a you approached the register.

She sighed heavily.

“You know what? You need a break. Go in the back and relax your eyes a bit. I’ll man the front”

“Oh no. It’s really-“

You cut her off. “Get back there and relax a little. I think I know how to run a register,” you winked.

You were on the register and Antwon was pouring at the bar. You two were in a good rhythm. It was either bustling or there was one customer to tend to today. There didn’t seem to be any in between this morning. 

GRINDIN rang out as the next patron entered.

“Welcome!” Antwon called out as you were assessing the stock supply up in the floor.

When you turned around you were met with... Well, you weren’t quite sure how to describe him. Fine was an understatement. Standing six feet tall was a milk chocolate wonder with a physique that his dark turtleneck and three piece suit couldn’t hide.

Keep it professional y/n

Before you could even get a breath out he growled “Y’all really got Clipse playin every time the damn door open?” He said this with his eyes glued to his screen as if looking up was such a difficult feat to conquer at 7:32 a.m.

“Yeah. It’s a signature touch,” you responded to the stranger. At your voice, he looked up and offered a smirk that probably made most women collapse at first sight. You still hadn’t made up your mind though.

“I’m feelin it.”

“Is this your first time here? I’m more than welcome to answer any questions you have about the menu or the store in general” you offered.

“Nah. I’ve been in a time or two before. Never seen you before,” he very openly eyed you up and down, “I normally let my assistant handle this shit though, you know Miss… “

“Y/N. Well, since you’ve been here before then you’re familiar with our unique take on the menu.” you supplied.

“Yeah, y’all rotate teas and coffees quarterly. You seem to keep a few staples- which I ‘preciate and y’all got some corny ass names for these drinks too.”

You bristled a bit at that last part. “There’s nothing wrong with a little creativity.”

“Never said there was, Y/N” At this point you couldn’t tell if you wanted to serve this man or show him the door. You chose the professional route.

“So, what does your assistant normally bring you Mr…?” you trailed off

“Just Erik is fine. My favorite is the single origin. Black.  It’s always the best way to start my day.”

“Mine too.” you smiled. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all

“If you’re into the single origin and you love that bold, black, taste something similar with just a little more sweetness is Brew Thang.”

He chuckled. “See what I be saying about these names? How you expect a grown ass man to order a drink called ‘Brew Thang’?”

“It’s good. Once you have a taste, you won’t have a hard time getting it to roll of your tongue.” you sassed.

Oh fuck . I didn’t mean it like that. I gotta keep this professional. I don’t need a bad review from this guy.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? Then lemme get a taste,” he said licking his lips. Your eyes widened slightly but he caught it. 

“Size?” you asked looking down at the tablet screen. 

“Large” he said with a bld and dark stare, “How much I owe you?”

“This one will be on the house. I want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

OH MY GAWD GIRL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. PLEASE LEAD WITH YOUR HEAD AND LESS OF THE PUSSY

“Antwon, let’s switch. I’ll take the bar. You take the register!” You yelled out and quckly you two transitioned so that he could help the growing line of customer and you could bang out the drinks. Erik followed as you moved to the bar where he watched you work your magic. Once you were done pouring his drink you gave it to him. You got started not the next orders not the board but made sure to keep an eye on him as he took the first sip.  

“Fuck ma. This shit good” It was your turn to smirk. 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. So now you’re hooked on the Brew Thang?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely satisfied.” You failed to hide your giggle as you called out that Ricky’s order was ready. Erik stuck around for a little after that inquiring about other menu items that you told him not be too quick to judge based on their names. The initial tension had dissolved and you two were in a comfortable rhythm of commenting on both the menu and the changes you’d seen in Oakland during the last few years. Thankfully there wasn’t a rush at the moment and it was fine for your to be off to the side of the bar answering any questions he could put forth. He was attentive to your passion regarding the menu and all that went into the shop as a whole.

“Hol up. You ain’t a barista. This is yo shit?”

“I prefer Brewista and yes. I do co-own this shop with my best friend Ray and we have a great Graphic Artist, Lulu, on deck too” The more he learned about you. The more he wanted to know.

“Okay Miss Entrepreneur. I see you. Damn, does that mean that you tha one that come up with these corny ass names then?”

You scowled playfully. “You keep talkin on my name and you gone catch these hands. I’m a professional. But I grew up on these streets. I can throw blows Erik,”

“My bad baby girl. I respect your grind.”

“Okay. So who really is the corny one here?”

“Whatever,” he smiled. A genuine smile with teeth and this made you want to melt right there. “Anyways, speaking of Brew Thangs, you got  a ni-“

His phone rang and he glanced down cursing. He put up his index finger and gestured that he just need one moment. You nodded your consent.

“What up T?”

In that time that he took his call, you looked up and saw that you had a line out the door. Sherrell came back out to the floor and your two were in a great rhythm getting through the 16 drink orders that had come up. When you looked up again, Erik was no where to be found. Now that the shop was stable you let Sherell do her thang and went into the back to re-convene with Lu & Ray.

“Y/N we need to get you an award for best employer. You really be out here goin the extra mile for your staff,” Lu said. You lifted the corner of your mouth in a weak attempt at a smile.

“Uh uh. Hoe what’s wrong?” Ray said noting your dejected spirt.

“Now? Now you listen to me?!” you yelled. “ALLL the time, I tell yo asses not to intervene in my love life and the one time it may have actually been beneficial y’all were no where to be seen!”

“I know she didn’t” Ray said.

“Yeah. She did” Lu, retorted. “I’m gonna ignore your funky attitude because I can see you’re going through something sis. What’s the deal?”

“I was talking to this guy. This man. And y’all he was so charming and sexy as hell and he wasn’t afraid to talk about shit that matters and I just turned away to make some drinks and he disappeared! I really thought he was gonna make a move. Or at the very least that you two would move in on him and make me sit through another awkward date. But nooooooo, you two finally decided to respect my wishes for once and now Imma die alone!” you monologued.

“You done?” Lu asked.

“Yes” you pouted.

“Aww come here baby,” Ray said with his arms outstretched, “I’m sure he’ll be back.” He hugged your frame tightly and rubbed some circles into your back. “Especially if you turned around when you were in front of him, cuz BABY GOT BACK!!” He yelled.

You and Lu laughed as he started smackin your ass and shakin his own. Soon enough you were all in the back twerkin like it was the first night y’all meet all over again. Hopefully he’d be back.

I’m sorry I forgot who to tag! Soooo if you got tagged and didn’t wanna be I’m sorry. The inverse is the same 😁

@twistedcharismaaa @raysunshine78

@ghostfacekill-monger @yoursoulstea 

@shewrites02 @sarcastic-sunshines

@thadelightfulone

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Sandy's blog has inspired me to ask: what is your all-time favorite photo of Ben? (Just one. Control yourself, Steph) 😉

OH NONNY. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS. I have had the same absolute fave pic for a few years, though I get the tinglies when I see some others! Can I cheat like Sandy and give more than one?? Please???

SCREW IT NONNY I CAN’T HELP MYSELF. You’re getting my top ten!!

(@yorkiepug​ I’m sorry I made fun of you, it is hard)

1. Okay, my all time fave pic is this one. 

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. Gingerbatch? CHECK. FRECKLES?? CHECK. ADORABLE SMILE????? CHECK!!! BEAUTIFUL HANDS????? AKDLSFHALKSHDF CHECK!!!!!  EYES THAT END YOU???? FUCK ME, CHECK!!!! It’s only missing his nose crinkle!! Seriously, I love this pic SO MUCH. SO SO MUCH. IT’s the freckles. I have a thing for freckles, and I love that whoever photographed this, let his natural freckles show rather than hide them. It’s such a natural-looking photo, and it makes me happy so MUCH every time I see it! Honestly, this photo waters my crops. Even in my worst S.A.D. moments, this pic really lifts my spirits. I’m still trying to find a high res version of this pic so that I can make a beautiful print of it. Seriously, you guys have NO idea how much this pic just makes me feel so happy.

2. My fave photoshoot of his is the Vanity Fair 2016 Shoot... OH YOU KNOW WHICH ONE.

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. That hip sliver does things to my tummy. Like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUDGEMUFFINS, I can’t even swear with this photo because it’s so pure and beautiful. UGH he’s so SOFT and beautiful in this and it makes me so happy. Oh and this is the shoot that gave us this:

Just... that sucking motion is doing things to me. Moving on.

3. THE FUCKING UNTAMEABLE HAIR CURL

Just OMG THIS PIC. THIS FUCKING PIC and the loose curl. I love that fucking untameable curl. This is such a lovely pic of him, and it makes me so, so happy. His lips and eyes are SO beautiful and just that damned curl just is in every photo from this shoot and it makes me so happy. I love that fucking curl like it’s my child and it makes me sad that Ben doesn’t.

4. The Star Trek Into Darkness Shoot

I FUCKING LOVE THIS PHOTO. Just this hoodie and jacket combo REALLY REALLY suits him, and his cheekbones are SO BEAUTIFUL in this one. GUUUUUUHHH. 

5. HIS DORKY GOOFY FACE

OMG this photo makes me SO happy. I love this one SO MUCH. The goofy eyebrow and face, while wearing a suit. Ben is SO SILLY, I wish he let himself be this silly all the time. This photo is so precious!!

6. SOFT SLY LOOK

AAAAAWWWWWWW I love when he looks at the camera under his eyes. He looks so innocent and precious. This one especially is so lovely.

7. AND THIS TIME... WITH STUBBLE

Ben’s inability to grow facial hair is so precious, so when we get pics of his with his actual facial hair, it’s so BEAUTIFUL because his natural hair colour can be seen and it makes me happy. AND said natural hair colour makes his eyes SO SO green and I LOVE IT.

8. THE SMILE THAT CRINKLES HIS EYES

FUCK THIS PHOTO. THIS ONE CURED MY ROSACEA (I wish it really did, but FUCK gosh). He’s SO precious, and I LOVE those crinkles SO MUCH. When he’s smiling genuinely, his WHOLE FACE just crinkles and scrunches and it makes me so happy.

9. THE BEN TUMMY TUM TUM

ASDFADF This photo is so Lovely. Not sure if it’s an actual photoshoot or one that caught him unawares, but his stretch right on his tiptoes and the reveal of his tummy just makes me happy. AND JEANS. GAWD I love jeans on this man. Please, more photos of Ben in jeans.

10. The OUT Photo Shoot. 

BUT THIS ONE ESPECIALLY. THAT FUCKING SWEATER. That hole is driving me crazy and all I want to do is rip off his shirt.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk, I nearly died searching my 2,000+ photos of Ben on my hard drive. :| I’m not creepy or anything.

[broomballkraken]

Title: Family

Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening

Pairing: Gregor and Severa family bonding. Also background Gregor/Cordelia

Word count: 1368

Warnings: None

Summary:  Severa had heard stories of what her parents were like when they were her age, but seeing their past selves in person gave her a glimpse of their more...lovey-dovey side.

When Severa thought about what her parents were like when they were around her age (well, in her mother's case anyway), she had expected them to be grand warriors. From the stories she had heard, they were both masters at their respective battle crafts. She had seen it first hand with her mother, but her father had died when she was too young to really remember seeing him in action. From what little she had witnessed so far in the past, those stories she had heard about him were very accurate; there was no one in this army that could match his skill with a blade. She was not surprised to see that the stories about them were true.

There was something about them that did surprise Severa, however, and that was how incredibly nauseating her parents were in public. Gregor was currently sitting on a storage crate near the training area that Severa was occupying. Cordelia was sitting on his lap, with her arms around his neck while his settled on her waist. Cordelia was giggling as Gregor placed a kiss on her forehead and then on her cheek, before resting his forehead against hers. Severa felt like she was going to vomit. Severa clenched her jaw in irritation as she tightened her grip on her sword. When she saw her parents start kissing on the lips, she let out a frustrated yell as she threw her practice sword to the ground and stalked off in their direction.

“Gawds! You guys do know that you're in public, right?” Severa exclaimed, stopping in front of her parents and crossing her arms over her chest. Cordelia immediately pulled away from Gregor, blushing with embarrassment. Gregor laughed and reached up to pat Severa on the head. She grimaced and recoiled at the touch.

“He-he, silly Severa! Gregor just want to show world how much he loves his Cordelia! He not care who sees!” Gregor said, pulling Cordelia back to him and hugging her tightly. Cordelia couldn't help but giggle before she cleared her throat.

“Um, maybe this is a bit much, Gregor.” Cordelia said as she removed herself from his lap. Gregor pouted as he looked from Cordelia to Severa.

“Oi! Daughter of Gregor is so cruel! Severa should be happy to see how much Gregor loves her mother!” Gregor whined as he stood up as well.

“Ugh, whatever dad! I think everyone in the camp knows by now how grossly in love you two are. No need to scar everyone for life.” Severa said, rolling her eyes. Cordelia blushed and adverted her gaze to the sky, and she gasped.

“Oh! It must be almost noon already! I need to meet Sumia for lunch!” Cordelia said, looking back at Severa and Gregor and smiling. “I will see you two later.”

Before she could take her leave, Gregor pulled her into his arms for a hug and gave her another light kiss on the lips, causing Severa to make an exaggerated gagging sound.

“Goodbye my sweet Cordelia! Gregor loves you so much!” Gregor said, a huge grin crossing his face.

“I love you too, Gregor.” Cordelia said, giggling as she walked off to find Sumia, leaving Severa alone with Gregor.

“So, is little Severa still in training mood? Gregor would love to see how good a fighter his daughter is firsthand.” Gregor said, grabbing a practice sword for himself before picking up the one that Severa had discarded from the ground. She stared at the sword with narrowed eyes as he held it out to her, and after a moment she took it from him.

“Alright dad, but I'm not going easy on you just because you're old.” Severa said with a smirk.

“Oi! Gregor is not that old!” Gregor said, frowning as a hurt look crossed his face. “Fighting skills of Gregor not diminish with age. Young men like Vaike and Lon'qu also underestimate Gregor and live to regret it.” Gregor grinned and readied his sword.

“Oh yeah? We'll see who will be having regrets after I'm through with you.” Severa said as she raised her sword and charged at him.

*

“What did Gregor say? Severa silly to underestimate Gregor.”

“Shut up, dad.”

Severa glowered as she let Gregor rub a healing salve on the large lump that had formed on her forehead. She really should have seen this coming. She herself was a formidable fighter; she had to be coming from the future that she did in order to stay alive. Despite that, her father was in an entirely different league and he had defeated her rather quickly.

“Severa has good grasp of basics of combat, but needs to work on her form and maybe learn some advanced techniques.” Gregor said, smiling at Severa as he sat down next to her. “Gregor is confused. Did future Gregor not teach Severa anything? Gregor thought she learn to use sword from him.”

Severa's expression darkened as she let silence fall between them. Gregor tilted his head his brow furrowing with confusion. She clenched her jaw and shook her head slowly.

“No. You never had the chance to teach me how to fight. You-you died when I was really young...” Severa said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she trailed off. “I hated being compared to mother all the time, so when everyone thought that I was going to follow in her footsteps and become a pegasus knight, I decided to learn how to use a sword instead, like you, dad.” Severa grit her teeth as tears welled up in her eyes. She closed her eyes as one tear escaped and slowly ran down her cheek. She had never really told anyone the reason she became a mercenary, and now she was discussing it with that very reason, and her emotions were boiling over. Severa opened her eyes when she felt Gregor place a hand on her shoulder, and she looked over at him. He gave her a slight smile as he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“My poor Severa. Gregor is sorry that his future self left you too soon. He hoped his death wasn't in vain.” Gregor said, a solemn look crossing his face, and she noticed his eyes were glistening with moisture.

“Well, no. Mother didn't like talking about it, but I heard from others that you died saving her life.” Severa said as she took a deep breath, trying to calm the feeling of overwhelming sadness that was growing in her gut. Her eyes widened as Gregor suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

“Gregor is so sorry he leave you and Cordelia.” Gregor began, his voice cracking a bit as he tried to talk between sobs. “Gregor make promise now that he not leave them this time. He stay alive and kicking no matter what. He not fail you again.” Gregor rubbed Severa's back gently as he cried, and Severa could not hold back her own tears anymore as she buried her face in Gregor's chest.

“You-you never failed us dad.” Severa sobbed. They held each other for a few moments, until they were able to stop their crying. Severa took a deep, calming breath and wiped the tears from her face.

“Mother's face always lit up when she talked about you, even after you died. I-I knew how much you loved each other. How much you loved me. So, don't call yourself a failure.” Severa continued, frowning as she looked back up at her father.

“Gregor is so blessed to have such a wonderful daughter. He and Cordelia must have done something right with the parenting business. Gives Gregor hope for this future.” Gregor said with a laugh. Severa smiled and hugged Gregor again.

“Well, you better not leave us again daddy, or I'll never forgive you.” Severa said.

“Gregor is not going anywhere, he promise you that. He make damn sure this future is different.” Gregor replied, nodding as a determined look crossed his face. Severa smiled, confident that this was a promise that he was going to keep. Severa felt blessed to have her family back, and she would treasure every moment that she had with them.

[chokemeanakin]

Yo I had to open my NOTES for this one. I got a lil carried away at some points my bad lol 👉🏻👈🏻 So anyway starting off:

This

“‘You don’t look as bad as you think you do,’ Anakin said.”

And this,

“‘...I find that the robes sometimes strip us of our individuality,’ he replied, coming over to stand behind you. Gently he turned you back towards the mirror, resting a hand on your shoulders... ‘There is nothing wrong with the way you look.’”

Was so comforting 🥺🥺🥺 As someone who struggles with self-confidence (as I’m sure many people do), DAMN those words said so casually really pack a punch. Like I felt that in my gut. Damn.

“‘Stay close,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to have to go looking for you.’”

DADDY ENERGY DADDY ENERGY I DONT HAVE A DADDY KINK BUT DICK ME DOWN DADDY (sorry for nsfw it happens)

“‘I said a ship, not our ship,’ he replied as he started to strip in front of you.”

FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHH

“Anakin quickly recovered, muttering Huttese under his breath as he course-corrected.”

Do this in my pu$$y

“You turned back, pleasantly shocked to find yourself staring at his bare chest. ‘You’re not wearing a shirt.’”

FUCK ME YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“You swallowed and nodded, trying to settle your gaze anywhere but on the set of abs in front of you.”

omg omg omg omg 🤤🤤🤤🤤

“You leaned into his touch, shutting your eyes. ‘No.’ Keeping them closed, you murmured, ‘You’ve turned out to be remarkable.’”

“‘I’ll try not to let it go to my head,’ he teased.”

This exchange was so freaking cute ugh 🥰

“He looked up at you through his lashes, blue eyes like the endless sky that made you feel like you were soaring within them, falling up into the heavens.”

Goodbye guys I am now ascending as well 😇🙏🏻

“‘If I were fearless,’ you said, softly, barely above a whisper, ‘I would kiss you.’”

This was hella smooth gawd damn

“‘Thoughts of you consume.’”

When I tell you I flatlined—

“A small smile settled on your face as Anakin beamed like a god of the sun.”

God of this pu$$y

Sorry!!!! So sorry. Don’t know what’s wrong w me tbh. Cant help it I’m a huge slut for the way you write Anakin. Absolutely superb 🥰🥰🥰

yak who this is 😘 So ani and reader are undercover on a mission, and there’s some mutual pining, and they have to play a couple for this and i’ll let you decide from there

I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS HAS SIT HERE FOR AS LONG AS IT HAS.

It’s also like 4000 words for which I offer up no apologies.

No warnings apply. @workitholland

“The two of you will be sent to Corellia,” Mace Windu said without room for argument.

“Spy on the locals, you shall. Learn about the secret ship trading, you must,” Master Yoda said gravely. 

You cast a glimpse towards the Jedi Knight beside you. “If we are to spy, we cannot be seen as Jedi, I’m assuming.”

“No, you are not,” Mace replied, folding his arms. 

“Undercover, you shall go. The cover story, up to you it is. Find the information, you must. Details, we need not ask for,” Master Yoda said.

The Council stared at you in silence for a moment.

“I know this goes without saying, but your mission is secret. Tell no one,” Mace said in a serious tone.

“Yes, Masters,” you replied, bowing politely before excusing yourself from the room along with your new partner. 

You studied him as you exited the room, remembering how close you had been as padawans, having drifted since the war started and put you on different paths. That didn’t mean you hadn’t kept up with the man’s lucrative career. He was a Holonet star in his own right by now, a fact that was not lost on you.

“How are we going to go about this, Master Skywalker?” you asked, turning a keen eye on him.

He seemed to wither under your scrutiny for a moment before regaining his bravado, “You mean our cover stories?”

“We could be siblings,” you proffered.

“Or lovers,” he said with a sly smirk. “We could be on Corellia for our honeymoon.”

“It isn’t a very romantic destination,” you replied. “Pirates and thugs everywhere.”

“Romance can happen under any conditions,” he replied as he got to the transport that the Council had prepared for you. 

“Very well,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help the slight tinge of blush on your cheeks.

The two of you made your way up into the craft, settling in to pilot it. In order to remove suspicion, you were to make a series of jumps instead of flying straight from Coruscant. While in hyperspace, you found civilian clothes and changed. It felt strange to be out of your robes. They were as much a part of you as your lightsaber in a way, an outward expression of your devotion to the order. Looking in the mirror, you turned this way and that trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness you felt.

“You don’t look as bad as you think you do,” Anakin said.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to see him leaning against the doorway behind you. “That’s easy for you to say. You didn’t always wear the robes.”

“No, but I find that the robes sometimes strip us of our individuality,” he replied, coming over to stand behind you. Gently he turned you back towards the mirror, resting a hand on your shoulders, “It downplays beauty and handsomeness in order to safeguard against pride. There is nothing wrong with the way you look.”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, the moment felt charged. His hands on your bare shoulders were hot, making you wish for the layers of your robes to protect you from the intimacy of it all. “How long before we land?”

“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace soon,” he replied, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “From there it’ll just be a short while until we touch down in the capital.”

You nodded, “Aren’t I lucky to have a husband who is such a good pilot.”

A playful smirk flitted across his face at your teasing. “Listen, angel, your husband is not just good. He’s the best.”

“A change of clothes for you could never hide your pride,” you shot back with a chuckle.

Anakin shrugged, the smile dropping from his face at your remark as he thought about how many times he’d been chastised by Obi-Wan for saying such things, “Many have tried.”

You watched as he walked out of the room, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror before joining him just as the ship dropped out of hyperspace.

The space in front of the planet was cluttered with ships.

“It’s almost as if they have a battle of their own,” you murmured as Anakin guided the craft through shipping lanes.

“It’s one of the busier ports in the galaxy. The fact that it’s also responsible for building a lot of ships probably doesn’t help the clutter,” he explained as he took the ship into the atmosphere.

You’d never been to Corellia before, and therefore didn’t know what to expect. It was as if there were a little bit of everywhere in the galaxy on one planet, visually. Having spent most of your time on Coruscant while you were growing up, it still felt odd to see cities that sprawled out instead of up.

As if it were almost second nature to him, Anakin gracefully landed the ship in a busy space port.

“Are you sure its safe to leave the ship here?” you asked as you glanced around at some seedy people eyeing up your ship.

“Well, unless you have a better idea,” he shot back as he got out of his chair.

A grimace settled on your face. “Just.... lock the ship up after we leave.”

Anakin rolled his eyes as the two of you left the ship and went towards town.

Your senses were overwhelmed when you stepped out onto the busy street. There were so many sights, smells, and sounds, not to mention people bustling and jostling you every which way. Anakin reached out to take your hand when the crowd started to separate the two of you.

“Stay close,” he said. “I don’t want to have to go looking for you.”

“R-right,” you stammered as you felt how warm and safe his hand felt around yours. “We should find lodgings.”

Anakin nodded and started to tug you down the street towards an inn. You were lucky enough that they had one room left. As you settled in for a meal, the two of you listened closely to the discussions around you.

“The group in the corner,” you murmured.

“What about them?” Anakin asked, tilting his eating utensil slightly to see the group in the silver.

“They’re pirates, talking about smuggling crafts. I heard them when I passed by earlier to use the refresher,” you murmured. “They also mentioned a race. It’s a front. The Hutt who sponsors the race takes possession of the winner. The fastest racer is then given a new ship and told to fly to a neighboring planet for a race that never happens. The pirates intercept the ship and sell it on the black market and the racers are never heard from again. The Hutt tells the people that they left Corellia to race in better places and were killed in a racing accident.”

Anakin’s eyes squinted as he studied them, “How often does this happen?”

“Once a year,” you replied, taking a sip of your soup. “If they did it any more often, they’d get suspicious.”

“And I’m assuming the ship the winner receives is whatever the latest model is from the shops,” Anakin murmured darkly.

“With the newest technology,” you replied. “Presumably it’s then sold to rival manufacturers who take the secrets and make their own versions. The Hutt is then sold the new ships at a cheaper price than what the Corellians would have charged, as well as given a bit of a bonus as a thank you for doing business.”

“Intellectual property theft isn’t exactly a crime we concern ourselves with,” he said thoughtfully.

“It is when the ships are currently being sold to the Separatists,” you shot back.

“When’s the race?” Anakin asked in amusement.

“Tomorrow,” you replied. “Why?”

“That should be enough time,” he said with a nod, getting up from the table.

“Enough time for what?” you asked incredulously.

He gave you a smile and a wink before leaving you alone at the table.

You sighed, “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

After gulping down the rest of your soup, you rushed back to the room the two of you were sharing and gave your report to the council.

“Very good,” Mace said. “See if you can find out more information about this year’s model, that way we can hope to figure out what new advances the Separatists will have. Then come home.”

“Yes, Master,” you said, bowing as the call disconnected.

The early morning rays streamed in through the window. You’d missed your opportunity to sleep, and Anakin was still missing. You sat on the only bed in the room as you contemplated how you would go about finding that new information when Anakin returned.

“Why are you covered in grease?” you asked as he headed towards the refresher.

“I was working on a ship,” he shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with our ship,” you said, getting up to follow him.

“I said a ship, not our ship,” he replied as he started to strip in front of you. 

You turned to the side to give him some privacy, your cheeks getting hot. “Anakin, what are you doing?”

“I can’t race without a ship,” he said as he stepped into the steamy column. “I can’t use ours in case it gets damaged.”

“You’re not racing, period,” you replied.

“I already paid the entrance fee,” he replied.

Your mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious.”

“I can win,” he shot back.

“That isn’t the point!” you replied with a groan before slamming the door shut and returning to your room. 

Your feet were insistent as they paced back and forth along the room waiting for him to come back out. When he finally emerged, you were all roiled up.

“Anakin, you cannot race. I forbid it!” you said finally.

His eyes narrowed at you, “Oh, you forbid it? Well, then I guess I’ll just stay here!”

You scoffed. “It’s dangerous, not to mention it’s not part of the mission. You don’t have to do this.”

“It’s racing, of course I have to! I’ll be fine. I’m doing this,” he said, pointing at you, “and you... you’re not my actual spouse. You don’t get to decide this. ”

“Of course I’m not your actual spouse,” you shot back, “Like this farce of a relationship could actually work out in the real world. You’re too impulsive and you don’t think about any of the consequences of your actions. Or who you hurt.”

“I don’t care what you think,” Anakin looked as though you had stricken him. “The race is in an hour. I don’t expect you to come, and I don’t need you to,” he mumbled before walking past you and out the door. 

As the door closed behind him, your knees gave out and you sat on the bed. That burst of outrage was so unlike you, and in truth, you weren’t actually angry. You were worried. You held your head in your hands, unsure why you were so worried. Anakin was a great pilot. He was more than capable of handling himself, and yet you didn’t want him to race. Was it because it went against your mission’s directive? Or was it out of concern for his safety? Or... perhaps... you wondered softly, if it was something much deeper.

What you did know was that you couldn’t just sit in this room and not know what was happening. With a sigh, you went to the races. At the very least, perhaps you’d find out more about this new ship while you were there. 

The crowd was charged as they waited for the race to begin. You scanned the line of racers to find Anakin, eventually catching sight of him towards the middle of the pack. Taking a steadying breath, you let yourself fade into the background. You were just an innocent bystander. Nothing to see, but unbeknownst to all, listening to everything. 

Anakin tightened his hands on the controls, feeling a bit of anger bubble in his chest. At the root of it all, though, was hurt. Hurt that the one person who’s opinion mattered the most didn’t support him, didn’t believe in him. He looked out towards the crowd, hopelessly looking for you. When he found you hidden between some Wookies, a smile came to his face.

They came, he thought. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned his attention back to the race. The track wasn’t large, at least, not by Tatooine’s standards, but it was still formidable. He flexed his fingers as he waited for the countdown, connecting with his machine like he used to with his pod racer. The lights flashed as engines revved before finally, it was showtime.

Now this is pod racing, he thought as he shot out from the starting line. 

You heard the people around you talking about the new ships, having entrenched yourself in a group of shipbuilders if their uniforms were to be believed. Soon enough, you knew everything you needed for the council. Turning your attention back to the race, you saw Anakin weaving dangerously in and out of the crowd of racers. 

It was as if your feet moved on their own accord, running towards the boundary until you pressed flush against it, your eyes tracking every movement he made. Your hands tightened on the rail in anticipation when one racer cut him off and sent him into a tail spin.

Anakin quickly recovered, muttering Huttese under his breath as he course-corrected. His eyes found you and saw your nervous face. He sighed, feeling guilty at how upset he made you. He wanted to be the hero, the winner, to prove he could do it. But... he also knew what was more important: you. He didn’t have to prove anything to these people about his flying skills. He had to prove to you that he didn’t mean what he said earlier. He did care what you thought. So, he did something that shocked you. He threw the race.

As he pulled into the finish line, you hopped the barricade and ran towards him. Your arms encircled him and held him close. He crushed you back. 

“You’re an idiot!” you said as tears of relief stung your eyes.

Anakin let his shoulders relax as he held you close. “I’m sorry.”

“I got the information we need,” you sniffed. “Let’s just go back and get some rest. Neither of us got any sleep last night.”

He slowly released you and followed you back to the inn. 

You kicked off your shoes next to your bag and disarmed yourself before getting into bed as he walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

Slipping into the sheets, you buried yourself under the blankets hoping to find a false sense of security, or at least a rationalization for your feelings. When Anakin had almost gotten hurt earlier, it felt as though your heart had dropped into your stomach. You should unpack that, but you couldn’t. Not right now, at least. Instead, your mind drifted to all the late nights the two of you shared as younglings, talking about your hopes and dreams. You remembered talking about what kind of Jedi you wanted to be. With a wistful sigh, you realized it was nothing like the Jedi the two of you had actually become.

The bed shifted softly behind you as a warm body slipped into it.

“Credit for your thoughts?” he murmured.

“How’d you know I was still awake?” you asked.

“I could feel your uncertainty from across the room. Anyone feeling like that isn’t sleeping,” he replied, propping up on his elbow and turning towards you.

You turned back, pleasantly shocked to find yourself staring at his bare chest. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“I get hot when I sleep,” he shrugged.

You swallowed and nodded, trying to settle your gaze anywhere but on the set of abs in front of you. “Do you ever think about what we wanted to be when we were younger and how we turned out?”

Anakin’s brow furrowed, “I was a slave and I dreamed of seeing the galaxy. I got my wish.”

“Not that young,” you said with a slight smile, reaching outs to smooth his brow. “Remember when we were padawans and we talked about what we wanted to do?”

“I remember you talking about how badly you wanted to work in the library with Master Nu and me calling you boring for not wanting a life of adventure,” he teased.

“Well, I doubt I’ll ever cease having adventures at this point,” you sighed.

“War changes a person,” he said solemnly.

“I don’t know if I’d ever be content to hide in the library again,” you admitted, “Not when I know everything that’s out there. All the pain... cruelty... things we should be working towards getting rid of.”

“You can’t save the galaxy,” he said sadly. “Sometimes you can’t even save one person.”

“Never hurts to try,” you replied, laying back down on your back.

He looked at you then, dragged his eyes down your face. Gently, he reached over to caress your cheek. “Is that what was keeping you up?”

You leaned into his touch, shutting your eyes. “No.” Keeping them closed, you murmured, “You’ve turned out to be remarkable.”

“I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” he teased.

Your eyes opened, “I’m serious. I always admired you when we were younger. You were, are-” you corrected- “fearless. You were never afraid of doing what you wanted. I wish I had that same instinct.”

Anakin swallowed, looking down at the space between the two of you. “If you could do what you wanted, what would you do?”

Your eyes trailed his naked chest before making their way up to his face. You took in the slight stubble from the long day he had had. Then, your fingers reached up to touch. He looked up at you through his lashes, blue eyes like the endless sky that made you feel like you were soaring within them, falling up into the heavens. Gently, you traced your forefinger down the pink flesh of a scar long healed. He sucked in a breath as you let the hand trail down his face. Your thumb settled in the divot of his chin as the rest of your fingers reached up to settle on his cheek. Feeling bold, you let your thumb slide up to run across his bottom lip as your eyes settled on them.

“If I were fearless,” you said, softly, barely above a whisper, “I would kiss you.”

Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up to meet his to find his searing gaze holding you in place. There was a torment behind his eyes as you dangled a forbidden possibility in front of him. Your heart clenched at having done this to him, having burdened him with the knowledge of your affections. It wasn’t your fault that you felt this way, and it certainly wasn’t his.

“Good night, Ani,” you murmured before letting your hand fall from his face and turning away from him.

“No,” he said shakily, sliding his arm around you to turn you back towards him.

“N-no?” you stammered in confusion.

“You don’t get to just say that and then turn away as if nothing has happened,” he said, feeling impassioned. “You can’t tell me how you feel, touch me as tenderly as you have, and then give me a cold shoulder to calm your own conscience. Not...”he trailed off, licking his lips, “not without giving me the chance to respond.”

You felt frozen in place, fearful of the rejection you were sure would be coming. The chosen one, Anakin Skywalker, surely could never want someone like you, could he? His victories inspired hope. He was the face of the Republic while Master Kenobi was the face of the Order. You were a nobody in comparison.

“I used to always be so tired when we were younger,” he explained, “but, I was also homesick, too homesick to sleep. I always felt so far behind all the other padawans because I hadn’t grown up in the Order, going so far as to train every night. Yet, everyone always treated me like I was above them, like I was untouchable because of what I was, not who I was. Everyone except you. Do you remember when we first met?”

“You were going through the basic lightsaber forms and I told you that your footwork was wrong,” you replied.

“And then you taught me the actual way to do things,” he replied. “You trained with me when no one else would approach me. You were one of my first friends.”

Friends. Your heart sank into a sadness of knowing that this was how it should be, and that you were foolish to get your hopes up.

“And then we drifted and I realized how much I missed you,” he added. “More than I’ve ever missed a friend. I’d see you across the Temple when were both there and I couldn’t meet your eyes because I knew I’d lose myself in them. You always think you can just slip into the background and hide from even yourself, but you don’t with me. You are all I can think about when life gets dark. You’re my light. When I think a battle is hopeless, I remember that I’d rather have you read about my victory instead of reading my name on the list of those who have fallen.”

You swallowed, turning your head away to hide the emotion in your eyes.

He reached out with the metal hand he so despised and tenderly turned you back to him. “Thoughts of you consume.”

In that moment, you came to the realization that the star that was Anakin Skywalker not only burned ever so brightly as to illuminate the entire galaxy, but that he burned for you. 

Your mouth went dry. 

“I’m not a hero without fear,” he admitted, “I have so many fears, but my biggest fear is losing you.”

Your eyes softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, “You’ll never lose me, Ani.”

He leaned into your touch, slowly closing his eyes to savor the moment, “But... I’m not afraid to do this,” he said before pulling you close. His lips pressed firmly to yours and you felt like your bodies were in tune with each other. You molded yourself into him, feeling the force flow freely between the two of you. All were connected through the force, but this rivaled anything you’d ever felt before. Electricity danced over your skin as his touch sent sparks down your spine. Your hands explored the flat planes of his chest, as his hands slipped up your arms, just as warm as earlier. His heat enveloped you as you lost yourself in him until you didn’t know where Anakin ended and you began. In the back of your mind, you knew that this wasn’t something you should be doing. This wasn’t the type of Jedi you should be, but it was the type of Jedi you had become. 

War changes people.

The thought echoed in your head.

War reminds us what’s really important. War shows us what we are afraid to lose. War shows us how far from our ideals we’re willing to fall in order to win.

War shows us where love can be found, because the opposite of war is not peace. 

The opposite of war is creation. 

The opposite of war is love.

The trip back to the Temple was easy. Living with the knowledge of what had transpired on Corellia was not.

As you walked down the ramp, his hand brushed yours, barely holding it. The Council would be waiting for you in the tower spire looming above you. You’d debrief and then you’d be sent on your separate ways.

A small smile settled on your face as Anakin beamed like a god of the sun. His warmth radiated through you and you knew.

Physical difference wouldn’t alter the emotional closeness you’d found on Corellia. You would always be with each other.

[aceandsparrow]

Survivor 36: Ghost Island Premiere

[S] This legit has to be one of the dumbest themes in Survivor history…

[A] No jumping off the ship/gathering materials to start? What is this? What is going on?!

[A] Orange Tribe first impressions: (1) That girl’s tights are straight out of the 80s and hurt my eyes; (2) Blonde girl in the Coachella outfit will be Sparrow’s crush; (3) Token African American woman is probably a lawyer; (4) That dude’s fro… [S] WTF is a “Coachella?”

[A] Never volunteer. You put the target on your back. You all should know this after 35 seasons.

[A] Purple Tribe first impressions: (1) Big bro with the gaudy gold cross necklace will be a douche and likely a model/athlete; (2) Girl in purple cardigan is probably friends with goat yoga from AR; (3) Token African American woman is probably from LA; (4) Guy with glasses will reference Cochran as his inspiration; (5) Guy in blue/white polo with have a unique name (like Fabio) and be youngest on the tribe; (6) Track jacket is probably from NY or NJ and will be like Tony and Tony v.2 - he will try to intentionally cause chaos.

[A] Pick the most physical: picks dudes. Pick the best at puzzles: picks girls. Fuck you guys.

[A] Damn, Survivor is really stirring up the drama right from the start.

[S] Is the too little rice to make them relive Australia losing all their rice? [A] Was it Australia where they resorted to eating rats?

[A] I’m going to bet Chris (purple) forfeits. He looks too anxious.

[S] “I hope she knows how to do slide puzzles!” BRILLIANT ANALYSIS BY THE PEANUT GALLERY!

[A] HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT. [S] Chris made the right choice. Domenick is wrong.

[S] Donathan? Like Jonathan and Donald? [A] Donathan (really? okay…) I can’t listen to you…please stop talking. Your voice is grating AND your backwater upbringing is showing. DID YOU REALLY JUST CALL HIM EXOTIC?!

[S] I strongly hope Domenick goes home quickly.

[S] “We’re like best friends in a candy shop.” Well that’s an analogy.

[S] LOL Jacob. [A] “I don’t want to be the suspicious dude” says the dude who asks his tribe if they think there is an idol and then immediately goes off adventuring. [S] If Jacob was convinced someone like him would be the first to get voted out, why did he go on Survivor at all? [A] Jacob, oh god, please stop. You are going to poison everyone. [S] LOL Jacob is insane.

[A] STOP WITH THE GODDAMN SPIDERS. [S] I thought, “spiders are better than snakes” and then they showed ants swarming a tarantula…

[S] Did he finish UPenn law? Cause I’d hate to have to pay off law school student loans on a furniture designer’s pay. [A] Oh gawd. That’d be hell.

[A] Is it just me or does the logo look like Hydra?

[S] And Jacob is going home…Oh wait, unless he goes to ghost island. Send him, he’s the weak link. [A] Bye Jacob. Smart move since you were totally who they’d vote out.

[S] It will be interesting to see if Jacob was right and they send Don (I’m calling him Don) home.

[A] Jacob, you need the power/advantage. Your one vote will not save you. [S] You gamble 100%. I wonder if there were keys in both bamboos.

[S] Oh God, this whole season is gonna be clip episodes.

[A] Oh he has to will it to someone on the other tribe? This feels less like the legacy advantage and more like the thing from last season that Ryan gifted to Chrissy.

[S] Have they even said the blonde girl on orange tribe’s name? And what is the deal with the shorts? Are those a Coachella? [A] Sparrow, your age is showing :P

[A] I cannot take the name “Donathan” seriously.

[S] STOP WITH THE FUCKING WHISPERING AT TRIBAL! I want a rule that says this isn’t allowed. [A] I second this rule.

[S] Send Gonzales home please. No more paranoid tribal whispering.

[S] Buh-bye. Also, this team better hope there is never a spelling challenge.

[A] Not the right decision IMO but also not surprised they went the paranoid “get rid of threat” route.

[S] Already? I want immunity idols to go away.

[A] Oooo Andrea. Sparrow had such a crush on you. [S] Andrea

[S] Is he sitting with his feet in the ocean while wearing socks? Ugh.

[A] The fact that Jacob drew a smiley with a fro next to his name is fricking adorable.

[A] Jacob, your tribe did not buy it. There is no way you forget to bring the note. [S] I 100% would not lie about Ghost Island. I’d even tell them who I gave the legacy advantage to.

[S] I legit can’t stand Domenick. [A] You mean Tony v.3?

[A] The one possibility the orange tribe is forgetting is that if they lose again, high probability purple sends Jacob right back to Ghost Island; maybe focus less on his idol and more on the upcoming challenge?

[S] So many fake idols. Ugh.

[S] How do you “have” him, Domenick. He now knows you have a real idol, even if he doesn’t knows what it looks like.

[S] My least favorite part of watching Survivor is having to figure out how to spell bouy. [A] B-U-O-Y.

[A] Orange tribe is really bad at picking who does what at challenges. At least James tried. Donathan just sat there saying “I don’t think I can.” [S] At least James is trying…

[A] Jeff, he is not an emerging hero. He was peer pressured into finally trying and just happened to succeed. Don’t praise him. [S] Don didn’t save his tribe. He cost them a shit ton of time by refusing to try. [A] If they send James home, I will be pissed.

[S] Is her name Libby? Lizzie? Honestly I don’t think it’s showed up on screen.

[A] Would have been smarter to send Jacob again. I know they want to keep their “weak” players in, but if you constantly send the same person, you control what’s coming back from Ghost Island.

[A] Do they have to smash the urns in order? Because I would just smash randomly. [S] Ace, I would have smashed ALL the urns. I’m not smart.

[S] Jacob, you are such an idiot. “Stephanie knows how to play the game” is the only smart thing you’ve said.

[S] Oh good, the high school bullying from Amazing Race has moved over to Survivor.

[S] Stop giving Don credit for this, Jeff… [A] If you were “comfortable in your swimming skills,” WHY DIDN’T YOU DIVE DOWN IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

[A] I could have just skipped watching tribal as it played out exactly as expected.

Next week on Survivor: [A] Are they seriously switching it up that quickly? Lame. [S] Drop your buffs after two tribal? Stupid.