#c stands for cassi

[realandhumanmanthing]

when you love something so much you have to write something related to it

idk: So..... did you see anything unusual today?

C: Like.. more unusual than usual?

idk: Yeah.

C: No.

idk: I saw some bloke swearing at a lamppost. There was a satchel, more than likely his, and it was hanging from the lamppost. He was jumping at it, trying to catch it, it was out of his reach. Poor guy. I think some bats were flying away with it beforehand.

C: Wait, that newspaper boy that comes here, at the same time, everyday?

idk: ... Yeah.

C: Is he still out there?

idk: Pretty sure. You thinking about helping him?

C: Yes... but I'm worried about this place being left alone.

idk: That quiet guy in the corner's pretty weird.

C: ... Okay. That's unrelated to what we're talking about, but alright.

(a few minutes later. the Singing Mandrake is closed. Harry is still outside.)

C: (leaving) Harry, do you need help?

H: Yeah. Help would be greatly appreciated!

(okay I'll continue this later when it's not 10:15pm and I have to go to sleep)

Anything unusual?

You mean more unusual than... Well, than usual?

Hmmm... Not much...

Oh, though... I did just see a bloke swearing at a lamppost.

Yeah, a lamppost. There was a satchel hanging from it. He kept jumping, trying to grab at it. It was just out of his reach, the poor bugger.

Anyway...

Is that all you wanted to ask me?

[wispinwish]

its your birthday!

sketch underneath the cut

[theemissuniverse]

COMEDIC RELIEF! FEM!READER INTROS WITH MK 11 CAST PART 1

SUMMARY : You are a powerful Earthrealm warrior with the ability to pick up peoples fighting styles. (Basically Shujinko.) and shapeshift into them. You were once a part of the Black Dragon and dated Kano but left.

WARNING : Suggestive dialogue.

A/N : This was fun. I missed doing this.

ROMANCE FLIRTY DIALOGUE

Kung Lao

Fujin

Scorpion

Kitana

Nightwolf

Shao Kahn

Probably more that I forgot. main character wants to f with everything tbh

FATALITIES

Rock, Paper, Scissors

(Y/N) will shape shift into Scorpion first. She’ll throw the spear at the opponent and yell “Get Over Here!” She’ll pull you over towards her. She’ll shape shift into Sindel and use her scream, making all the skin pull off her opponent. Then she’ll change into Liu Kang and preform his bicycle kick to go right through her opponent.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

(Y/N) will change into whoever her opponent is. Then hit her opponent in the face repeatedly saying, “why are you hitting yourself?” The manically laugh and do a spin kick to kick their head off.

FRIENDS

Kung Lao

Scorpion (one sided on her side)

Nightwolf

Noob Saibot (one sided on her side)

Kitana

Liu Kang

Cassie Cage

Fujin

ALLIES

Sheeva

Sub-Zero

Raiden

Jax Briggs

Johnny Cage

Jacqui Briggs

NEUTRAL

Rain

Mileena

Jade

Erron Black

Kabal

Baraka

Kotal Kahn

ENIMES

Cetrion

Frost

Shao Kahn (one sided on her side)

D’Vorah

Geras

Kano

Skarlet

Sonya Blade

Shang Tsung

Kollector

Sindel

DIALOGUE

(Y/N) #1 : Who’s hotter? Kung Lao or NightWolf?

(Y/N) #2 : Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) #1 : There’s no hope for you.

(Y/N) #2 : Okay round two. Who’s hotter? Kitana or Sonya?

(Y/N) #1 : Skarlet.

(Y/N) #2 : Dear god, what is wrong with you?

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

SCORPION : It’s me.

(Y/N) : I can’t tell if you’re going along with my flirting or if you mean that literally.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Scorpion* Get over here!

SCORPION : How many times are you going to say that?

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Until it gets old.

(Y/N) : *imitating Smoke* Where there is Smoke there is fire!

SCORPION : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : One of you ninja freaks do.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sub-Zero but with Scorpion’s voice* Get over here!

SUB-ZERO : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* It’s not my fault you don’t got a cool catchphrase.

(Y/N) : Come on, Kuai, don’t give me the cold shoulder. Ha! Get it? Because you got frosty powers?

SUB-ZERO : Yes. I get it, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : Cool. Glad we’re on the same page.

JADE : You and Johnny Cage are a headache.

(Y/N) : Yeah but I’m the funny one right?

JADE : By the gods…

(Y/N) : You’re cute when you get all fiery.

JADE : I am not nor will I ever be interested,

(Y/N) : Are you Outworld women conceited? I was trynna be all girl power and compliment you.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

RAIDEN : I do not wager money.

(Y/N) : If you’re broke just say that.

(Y/N) : Come on, Raiden! Hook me up with Fujin.

RAIDEN : I will not play matchmaker with my brother.

(Y/N) : So you’re broke and not a matchmaker? What are you good for?

LIU KANG : Are you ready for training?

(Y/N) : Not if Kung Lao isn’t here.

LIU KANG : You know you’re the only person to utter that.

(Y/N) : Double or nothing!

LIU KANG : *laughs* I have already beaten you twenty times, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : So??? I will be the last one standing!

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

LIU KANG : Didn’t you use that line on Scorpion?

(Y/N) : Give me a break. I can’t keep track of everything I said.

(Y/N) : Do your bicycle kick into Shao Kahn. He won’t leave me alone.

LIU KANG : I pity that you have to deal with that.

(Y/N) : The chosen one pities me? I must be dead meat.

(Y/N) : I’m not the bad guy anymore, Sonya.

SONYA BLADE : You were with Kano. Bad guy still stands with you.

(Y/N) : Yeesh. If you want to fuck him, go ahead.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sonya but with Kano’s voice* ‘Ello baby, did you miss me?

SONYA BLADE : That’s not funny.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Don’t be jealous cuz you can’t do the voice.

KUNG LAO : How come you haven’t trained with me?

(Y/N) : I’m scared I’ll hurt you.

KUNG LAO : Oh, sweetheart. That’s just not possible.

KUNG LAO : You dated Kano?!

(Y/N) : Are you judging me, Lao?

KUNG LAO : I just didn’t know your type was losers.

KUNG LAO : It seems like all the men want you.

(Y/N) : I know right? I’m a total catch.

KUNG LAO : None are better than me.

(Y/N) : You know the Darth Vader thing you got going on is kinda hot.

NOOB SAIBOT : I will bring you to death.

(Y/N) : Okay on second thought….

NOOB SAIBOT : Your fighting is impressive for an Earthrealm woman.

(Y/N) : Why thank you dark shadow thing.

NOOB SAIBOT : That doesn’t mean you can beat me.

(Y/N) : Come on, Bi-Han. We were buddies, remember?

NOOB SAIBOT : I tolerated you. I do not like you.

(Y/N) : We’ll that’s just hurtful.

(Y/N) : Come on. Say it. Just once.

KANO : *sighs* Throw a shrimp on the Barbie.

(Y/N) : Aww. You do still love me.

KANO : That bloke still hitting on you?

(Y/N) : You know how many men I have lined up? You’re going to have to be more specific.

KANO : The one with the stupid hat.

KANO : Your last chance to come back to me.

(Y/N) : I’d rather be with Shao Kahn than you.

KANO : You got yourself a death wish.

MILEENA : Come dance with me.

(Y/N) : How about no?

MILEENA : Then I’ll make you.

(Y/N) : I’m kinda into the whole vampire thing.

SKARLET : I am no vampire you mistake.

(Y/N) : Ouch. That wasn’t even necessary.

JOHNNY CAGE : You and me would make the hottest couple in Hollywood.

(Y/N) : I’d rather die than be caught dating a white American man.

JOHNNY CAGE : Death over dating me? Seriously?

(Y/N) : Now that I think about it, Takeda is kinda cute.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t even (Y/N).

(Y/N) : What? I said I was thinking it.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t say it…

(Y/N) : Okay I won’t….your dad’s kinda hot -

JACQUI BRIGGS : Stop it!

(Y/N) : To what do I owe this displeasure?

D’VORAH : The Kahn wants you. Alive.

(Y/N) : The Kahn will be disappointed then.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Shang Tsung* Your soul is mine!

SHANG TSUNG : I sound nothing like that!

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Sure you don’t…

SINDEL : You are too weak for Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) : And yet…he wants me more than you.

SINDEL : A fatal mistake he has made.

KITANA : Tell Kung Lao I am not interested.

(Y/N) : Because you’re going to admit your undying love for me right?

KITANA : *laughs* You amuse me, (Y/N).

CASSIE CAGE : So do you like girls or boys?

(Y/N) : I like whatever looks good.

CASSIE CAGE : That is such a ‘you’ answer.

CASSIE CAGE : Come on, admit it. You like him a little.

(Y/N) : He keeps sending human hearts at my door. No!

CASSIE CAGE : Who knew Shao Kahn was a romantic?

(Y/N) : You know you want me.

JAX BRIGGS : Tuh. Not exactly my type.

(Y/N) : What I gotta do? Get a cheap blonde wig?

KABAL : Fighting me won’t make you gain all my moves.

(Y/N) : That is literally how it works.

KABAL : Ah shit.

SHAO KAHN : I will kill all my concubines just to have you.

(Y/N) : Why doesn’t anyone normal want me?

SHAO KAHN : You did not deny me.

SHAO KAHN : Earthrealm is wasting your power.

(Y/N) : Let me guess, you have better use for it?

SHAO KAHN : More than you know.

(Y/N) : Tell your scream queen wife to leave me alone.

SHAO KAHN : Her jealousy is its own weapon.

(Y/N) : How the hell did the tyrant want me?!

(Y/N) : Stop sending me human hearts in a box. It’s weird.

SHAO KAHN : What would you like for me to do?

(Y/N) : Not send me human hearts???

(Y/N) : How come you’re not my mentor and Raiden is?

FUJIN : Because we wouldn’t be able to go through one lesson without you flirting.

(Y/N) : I can’t help it if you’re hot.

(Y/N) : I’m ready to be blown away Fujin. Get it? Because you control the wind. And stuff…

FUJIN : Yes, (Y/N). I get it.

(Y/N) : Good. Let’s tussle.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

FUJIN : Are you sure you want to lose all your money?

(Y/N) : Oh you think you’re the funny one here?

FUJIN : Ignore Shao Kahn’s advances, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : You say that like I’ve been hanging around with him.

FUJIN : After finding out about Sindel, I don’t know what to expect.

FUJIN : Your power is most impressive.

(Y/N) : *giggling* I take that like you’re flirting with me.

FUJIN : You take everything I say as me flirting with you.

NIGHTWOLF : You are a powerful warrior, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : *giggling* You make me blush, Nightwolf.

NIGHTWOLF : Show me what you can do.

(Y/N) : If your name isn’t Nightwolf then what is it?

NIGHTWOLF : I will never hear the end of it if I tell you.

(Y/N) : Aw. Don’t be shy, Nighty.

OTHER INTROS MENTIONING YOU

LIU KANG : (Y/N) says she likes you better than me.

KUNG LAO : Smart and beautiful. What doesn’t she have?

LIU KANG : The sense to realize I am the better one.

SHAO KAHN : I will have (Y/N) and take over Earthrealm.

KUNG LAO : Tuh. Don’t think you’re her type.

SHAO KAHN : Says the one who gets rejected for Liu Kang.

LIU KANG : You know…(Y/N) doesn’t seem like your type.

KANO : She wasn’t personality wise but body wise she was.

LIU KANG : You are truly insufferable, Kano.

SINDEL : That pretender has gotten under your skin.

SHAO KAHN : I don’t need you of all people to tell me that.

SINDEL : That rat will die where she stands.

SCORPION : Your ex will not stop showing her affections for me.

KANO : She’ll fuck anything with a pulse.

SCORPION : She dated you. I expect that.

RAIDEN : (Y/N), keeps asking about you.

FUJIN : Really? What has she said?

RAIDEN : Do not fall for a mortal, brother.

JOHNNY CAGE : We all know you wanna bone (Y/N), dude.

NIGHTWOLF : I can’t tell if you’re (Y/N) impersonating Cage or if that’s really you.

JOHNNY CAGE : Really? We act that much alike?

JADE : How are you friends with (Y/N)?

KITANA : She’s not as bad as you think she is, Jade.

JADE : I highly doubt that.

FUJIN : Stay away from, (Y/N).

SHAO KAHN : I am not threatened by an air bender.

FUJIN : You should be.

SONYA BLADE : (Y/N) is not your friend, Cassie.

CASSIE CAGE : Can’t you put your beef in the past? She’s cool.

SONYA BLADE : Once a black dragon, always a black dragon.

TOWER ENDING

I’m pretty much a badass so it was expected that I was the one to defeat Kronika. There was one thing I wasn’t sure about. The hourglass.

Changing history would mean the relationships I’ve made along the way would be forgotten. And I would go back to being the evil bitch in the Black Dragon.

In the new timeline, I made it exactly how it should be. Liu Kang and Kung Lao heroes. Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, and the others casted away like they never existed.

Everything was supposed to be peaceful.

I started to feel a newfound boredom. Because there was no chaos and I made everything perfect, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The people I’ve once cared about had no recollection of me and I didn’t know what to be. The only reason why I was one of the good guys was because of the people that were near and dear to my heart.

So I did what I do best, I played the bad guy.

And damn does it feel good to be the bad guy again.

A/N : part 2 or mk 1 next?????

[c0llisiion]

DAY 19 — YOONGI

★ npr, f!reader, voyeurism , horny!reader, bf!myg— lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 411

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day19 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Yoongi gulped thickly as he observed your naked body on the soft plush covers of your shared bed. Your legs wide open, a vibrator in your pussy and the tip of a wand on your clit.

He had just gotten back from work early, tired and exhausted, hoping to relax a bit. He was expecting you to greet him at the front door and even called out to you, but when he got no answer, he became suspicious.

If you had gone out, you would have texted him. It was unusual fs. He had even texted you a few minutes prior to his arrival that he would come early; surely you would be aware. 

Thats when he heard the soft whimpers coming out of your shared bedroom. 

He walked closer to the sound source and saw the door conveniently left half open. He could hear you clearly now. The whirring of the vibrators and your angelic moans was music to his ears.

Yoongi drooled as he watched you push the vibrating dildo in and out of your pussy. Your hips were bucking up as the wand was set on high, giving your clit her deserved attention. 

“Fucking slut… such a dirty little slut…” he whispered under his breath. His cock was getting painfully hard already, straining against his dress pants. 

He slapped himself mentally, but he couldn’t help but get turned on at the way his girlfriend pleasured herself. Her hands were quick. Dragging the dildo in and out at a relatively fast rate. The wand pressing down on the poor abused clit harder and harder. 

Your back arched off the bedding. Your sweet juices dripping down your ass and collecting under it. This was the horniest you had ever been. Too bad your boyfriend wasn’t there to witness it.

“Mm.. fuck yoongi…” You moaned out in utter bliss. Gasping and groaning as the toys hit your sweet spots. A clear stream of your liquids gushing out moments later, making you gasp and mewl.

The minute Yoongi caught onto those words and watched your orgasm, he felt a wet patch form on the front of his pants. He came. Prematurely. 

He panicked internally and carefully pulled his pants down, trying not to make any sounds so your session wasn’t interrupted. He rubbed his face as he watched his arousal leak out of his pink tip, the length still standing tall and hard.

God the chokehold this woman had on that man. 

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[freakassfemme]

if you dfw cheating tropes i respect that #fuckrealcheaters 🥺 but cheating on your boyfriend with abby and she's jealous and possessive and pissed off at you for even initiating but OH.. she wants you so bad she's not even pushing you away.. i fear i need it

not a player but i’ll still play w her [drabble, 18+]

warnings: mean! abby, cheating, oral sex (reader and abby receiving), light slapping, degradation, NOT PROOF READ!!!! wc: 1.9k a/n: answering old asks woooooo yahooo! n e ways I went for mean abby I hope everyone is chill with that. me well I'm chilling legs open 4 it

♫ playlist: long way 2 go (cassie)

"What the actual fuck are you doing?"

Abby's words were harsh, cutting through the music with a rough palm on your shoulder, shoving you away under the dim lights of the house party. Her drink sloshed over the edges of the red solo cup, spilling onto her hand. She grimaced, setting the cup down and shaking off her hand as she continued to stare at you in disbelief. When you didn't respond, she raised her eyebrows, scoffing.

"Hey, is anyone in there?" She snapped, growing more irritated. "Or are you just acting like a fucking douche for no reason?"

The truth was, Abby had no idea what had gotten into you, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. One second, you were rambling off about your fuckass boyfriend, about how he was pissing you off for the umpteenth time, but Abby had actually felt a twinge of sympathy this time (alongside her usual annoyance with the topic).

She'd been responsive when your eyes began to water up, pulling you into her arms like any good friend would. Or, at least that's what she told herself.

That's what she told herself when you looked up at her like a kicked puppy, clinging to your best friend like you couldn't stand to breathe air that hadn't been exhaled by her first. You were good. friends. Point blank period.

So why the fuck were you kissing her?

In the blink of an eye, you had closed the gap, slamming your plush lips up and into Abby's, locking your arms around her so tightly that when the taste of alcohol on your lips sent red alarms finally off in her head, she had to forcefully pry your fingers off of her, and Jesus fuck, she was pissed.

It was pretty hard to be this upset, especially when the waterworks really started and people began to stare. Your eyes pooled over, flooding over the rims and down your pink cheeks in a way that made Abby feel like the dick. She had to remind herself that she wasn't in the wrong -- she was mad at you.

She couldn't be mad at you for kissing her. God, she'd spent so long with her fingers in her boxers, toying with her clit to the thought of just running her tongue over your neck that she almost couldn't resist kissing back. But you weren't kissing her to kiss her, you were kissing her because you were mad at your boyfriend, and you were treating her like every straight girl in the fucking house, getting sleezy and expecting her to open up her lab for experiments the second one of you bitches licked the rim of a bottle of vodka.

"What's your problem?" You snapped back. "You've been staring at my tits all night!"

At least that much was true. Abby hadn't able to avoid catching a few glances of your low cut top the whole night, especially when she's leaning over you and playing the part of the dutiful gal pal. Still, she blushed, even though she couldn't deny it.

"You're not like that!" She countered, going right for the throat to dodge your accusations. "You've got a fucking boyfriend, dude."

You scoffed, sniffing and wiping your face. You gestured stupidly around you. "I don't see no fucking boyfriend around here."

"You don't go for girls," Abby said pointedly, knowing that arguing morality with you would be useless at this point, especially since she could almost guarantee your 'boyfriend' was off playing the same card on some chick in a bar.

"I'm going for you."

For you

For you

You

You

I'm going for you, Abby.

The words ring through her head like church bells when you've got your fingers in her hair, grinding down on her freckled nose like your life depends on it.

She hadn't even been able to resist when you'd noticed her pause, soaking in your words. She wasn't nice, per se, calling you a bitch, a cunt, a fucking player and every name in the book while you backed her down the hallway, grunting the insults out between your mashed lips while your painted nails dipped into her boxers.

"Come on, Abs, what are friends for?"

Friends. Skipping rope and braiding hair and playing dolls. Pushing the little buttons to see what noises it makes, toying at your entrance with her tongue to coax little whimpers of her name from your lips. It was basically the same thing.

You were practically floating above her, your thighs shaking around her head in a way that convinced her you hadn't been taken care of nearly this well in a long, long time. Her large palms groped at your ass, pulling you down harder, faster, in a way that would have you worried she would suffocate if you weren't holding on so desperately to the headboard of the random bedroom you two had crawled into.

"Mmpf, fuck, Abby!" You cried out, tits bulging out of that black lacy bra that really wasn't giving pathetic and heartbroken BFF. It was giving slutty, it was giving whorish, and she told you so when she shoved your face down to her cunt some time later.

"You're a fucking slut," she growled, hands wrapping your hair into a handle. You whined from your place between her legs, kneeling on the ground. Abby was mean, angry, she was pissed. "Trying so hard, huh? You've got no idea what you're even doing, sweetheart."

She leaned her head back, letting out an annoyed puff of air as she looked up at the ceiling, then down at your pitiful attempt. God, you were pathetic, on your knees and whoring yourself out just to get back at your shitty ass boyfriend. She felt sour for giving into it, for letting herself be a toy in your cat and mouse game with him, but she also felt some sort of sick satisfaction in knowing she was going to make her mark on you, fuck you until you were too used up to go back to him. Until you could only beg for her to break you in over and over.

"You're lucky I like you, shit — it’s not his fucking dick," she reprimanded, an almost light slap to your cheek stinging your pretty lips into action. She groaned in annoyance, pulling your face away from her. "God, you're fucking dumb. Come here."

With her other hand, Abby pinched your cheeks, and ordered you to poke your tongue out. When you did, she shoved her thumb into your throat, flattening it. You gasped, instinctively going to wrap your lips around the digit.

She was too quick, shoving your face back into her core, your still-pursed lips wrapping around her clit in a way that sent a satisfying buzz through Abby's body. She let out a soft moan, a sadistic smirk spreading on to her face. She lifted her hips up, grinding into your face well beyond when you began desperately gasping between her thighs.

"There you go, there you go," she murmured, hissing out a sharp breath of satisfaction. "Put yourself to some use, huh? If you're gonna learn, you're gonna learn baby."

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 4/6

CW: Oral (f receiving), more angst, classism? 18+ only

wc: 5.2k

Master list

You woke up extra bright and early the following day with a smile. As you opened your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back to mind. Even though it was only 6:00 a.m., you walked to the showers with an extra pep. 

The steamy memories of last night flooded your mind, and even with the ice-cold water hitting your body, it couldn’t wash away the heat of Eddie’s touch. It was like he was burned into your skin, the way his calloused fingertips glided over you, how he gripped your hair, how he gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm. 

Your body craved him, you missed him, and you wished you could have slept next to him and had him hold you all night long. Everything you had wanted for so long was finally at your fingertips. You just had to reach out and grab it. 

Reality finally hit you when you shivered; you could no longer bear the icy water. The bitter morning air made everything that much colder, and the dilemma of having something that would cover all of the love bites Eddie gave you was coming to the forefront of your mind. 

You knew you would swim today and chose your baby blue one-piece suit. It covered everything on your stomach but was a different story from the chest up. 

The highest cut tops you owned were crewnecks and hoodies; there was no chance you’d wear a hoodie all day when the forecast was 30°C + weather. So you opted for your forest green Camp Murdock crewneck tee. It didn’t cover half of the love bites Eddie had made, but it was the best you could do without dying from heat stroke. You paired the shirt with some high-waisted light wash cut-off jean shorts. They made your ass look fantastic, and you wanted Eddie to be drooling over you. 

You slowly forgot about your salacious affairs from the previous night as you focused on picking up Eddie a coffee, like every morning. You knocked on the door thrice before entering.

“I hope everyone is decent,” you giggled, entering the cabin.

To your surprise, it was empty, so you walked back to the mess hall with the two cups of coffee in hand and joined the other girls at your usual table, and you took a seat beside Nancy.

“Have you seen the guys yet?” You asked. 

“Missing lover boy already?” Cassie teased. 

“Maybe.” you smile. 

“Here they come,” Robin pointed to them as they came from across the room.

You see Eddie's fist, and Steve, Billy, and Ashton are trailing behind him. They were making their way to the serving counter, and you caught Eddie’s eye and gave a small wave. He smiles and winks at you, and you swear your heart has stopped beating.

You turned back, unable to hide your facial expressions, and the girls started to mock you.

“Oh, Eddie, I love you so much; you’re handsome and funny.” Robin batted her eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

Nancy chimed in after, making the most obscene moans unbothered that we were in a room full of people. “Oh, Eddie!! Fuck me harder, you have the biggest coc—” She was cut off by someone clearing their throat. 

Your heads whipped around to see all four guys standing with jaws hanging open, but Eddie stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Good morning, ladies.” He chuckled and sat down beside you. The rest of them walked over to sit down on the other side.

“Morning,” you and the girls mumbled, a bit embarrassed by their actions. 

Eddie leaned into you and whispered a “Good morning, beautiful” under his breath so no one else heard. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his warm breath hit your ear. 

“So, uh, the fuck was that all about?” Billy asked, bringing up the elephant in the room. 

“What do you mean?” Cassie innocently asked. 

“You know exactly what he means.” Ashton chimed in. 

“Nancy, you’re the one fucking Ed?” Billy accused. 

“What?! Absolutely not! No offence, Lancelot,” She defended.

“Non-taken,” he laughed, and a discreet hand trailed up your back, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“But you know who is?” Billy questioned. 

“Maybe, but it’s not for us to tell.” Robin’s eyes trailed to you as she spoke, making all the guys, including Eddie, look at you. 

Would Eddie be mad you shared details about last night? 

“I’m hungry. Who’s hungry? Clover? Moose? Oh! Eddie, here is your coffee.” Trying to deflect, you passed over the coffee to him but accidentally tipped it, dumping it all over you. 

The coffee was still scolding hot; your first reaction was to stand and take the burning material off your body, knowing your bathing suit would still keep you modest. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You apologized to Eddie.

 While still looking down at your arms to make sure there was no burn forming it was weirdly silent at the table, so I look up to staring eyes from all the guys. 

“Well, that didn’t take long to figure out.” Steve laughed under his breath. 

“What?” You question him.

“I knew I was right!” Ashton cheered and leaned over the table to give Eddie a high-five. 

“What?” You asked again.

“Bambi,” Nancy whispers to you while circling her chest with her pointer finger. 

Your hands instinctively shoot up to cover yourself as much as possible. 

Eddie takes off his flannel and drapes it over your shoulders, not that it dose anything more, but the gesture is nice. 

“Guess the cat is out of the bag.” Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss you on the temple.

“Fucking finally, guys, it took you long enough.” Steve smiled.

“Jesus, dude, we thought you were marked up pretty bad; you fucking wrecked her.” Ashton laughed.

You buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder, but that only exposed the hickeys more because my hair fell behind your shoulders.

Billy abruptly got up and stormed off from the table without a word. 

“What was that all about?” Robin asked. 

“He’s butt hurt, is all; he’ll get over it.” Ashton shook his head, finally diving into his breakfast. 

You felt a little bad for Billy, but you told him time and time again that it was never going to happen. 

Eddie pulls you closer, hugging you tightly from the side. 

“Sorry, Princess. I couldn’t help myself.” He gives you four little pecks on your cheeks before standing up to get more napkins for the forgotten coffee that spilled on the table.

“Oh, gross. Please don’t tell me you’ll be that couple now.”  Robin rolled her eyes. 

“No, don’t worry, we won’t be like that during work hours; there is no way I’m losing this job.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

-

Due to your different schedules today, you didn’t see Eddie much after breakfast, but you ran into Billy again while swapping activities at the arts and crafts station. 

“So, you and Edward.” He said his name with so much venom in his voice. 

“Yeah, we, uh, it just kind of happened.” You stray your eyes, not wanting to look at him. 

You hated that you were the reason he felt this way. Sure, he’s been an ass, but he was still your friend, the guy from the last summer is still in there somewhere. 

“Well, whatever.” He bumped your shoulder as he passed you.

“Hey!” You yelled at him, but he kept sulking. 

“Coyote!” You grabbed his shoulder so he could turn around. 

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I told you repeatedly that this would never happen." You point between you and him, "I’m sorry, but we will only ever be just friends.”

Billy rolled his eyes and stomped off like a child. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Steve approaches you,

“Don’t worry about him; he’ll get over it. He’s only upset because you chose Eddie over him. It’s not like he’s in love with you. He just wanted to get his dick wet.” 

“You sure about that? He seems hurt?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, Bambi; watch by this time tomorrow. He will be going after Heather or Veronica.” he laughed. 

“If you say so…” I still was unsure but couldn’t let this Billy thing hang over your head; it wasn’t your fault.

-

To say Eddie is infatuated with you is an understatement.

Who would have thought Hawkins' very own Princess would also be a freak in the sheets for him? Well, it's not totally freaky. Eddie could have pushed it more, but he decided he best not. He didn’t want to scare you off before you ever got started.

He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Your moans and gasps played on a loop in his memory, the sweet dip in your voice when you screamed for him to fuck you, begging for his cock. He's been wound up all day because of it and needed you.

Eddie didn’t know how he would survive not being able to touch you for the rest of the day until after the bonfire. Time slowed down without you; it felt like forever before Eddie got a chance to sit beside you at the fire.

He had brought his guitar, remembering you said musicians were your type, hoping to score more brownie points. 

Everyone sang the camp songs Eddie played, and then he opened to play some real songs. Eddie was mindlessly strumming when he caught you staring at his hands while biting your lip. He knew he had you right where he wanted. 

You and Eddie didn’t get to talk much after last night’s escapades, but he wanted to stay in that shabby cabin with you all night. He needed to know your favourite TV show, your favourite food, how old you were when you lost your first tooth, your preference for ice cream or popsicles, and your favourite band. Eddie needed to know every detail about you. 

“Hello, earth to Eddie.” You giggled. 

Oh god that laugh could heal a million broken hearts

“Sorry, princess, zoned out a minute there.” Eddie stood up, seeing as though everyone was going to bed for the night.

“Hey, you guys coming to the mess hall after we put the campers to bed? We are playing cards.” Steve asks. 

You and Eddie looked at one another, and you both knew you wanted to be alone with one another. 

“Nah, man, we will call it an early night,” Eddie winked. 

“Gross,” Robin said under her breath. 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, Bird,” You pouted, and all Eddie wanted to kiss it right off your face. 

“You better be back by curfew, I am not covering for you again.” Steve pointed at Eddie. 

“Okay, man, jeez, what are you, my uncle? What next? You’re going to give me the safe sex talk?” Eddie laughs.

“Could you be any louder?” You gently smack his chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He takes you by the waist and shoves your bodies together.

“Eddie, not here! I don’t want to get in trouble.” You giggled, but he couldn’t help himself. 

After last night's encounters, Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you any longer. He crouched lower to pick you up, threw you over his shoulder, and ran to Cabin 7. 

You squealed as Eddie dropped you face up on the bed. Then you giggled when he pinned your arms over your head and onto the bed. Eddie finally got to kiss you for the first time since last night. Your lips were warm and soft and tasted like marshmallow, chocolate, and strawberry chapstick.

You moaned into his mouth and couldn’t help but grind your hips on Eddie's firm crotch.

“I don’t know how much time we will have, princess. I can’t have any of the others seeing you like this.” Eddie spoke into your neck, gently kissing over the marks that he had left the previous night. 

"Oh, we're a little jealous, are we?" You giggled again, but Eddie was not joking. "I would rip any guy's head off who walked in here." His tone was stern, and he heard your breath hitch. 

Eddie hoped he didn’t scare you, but that thought faded when you grabbed the back of his head to pull him into another delicious kiss. You got bold and slipped your tongue into his mouth, and you tried your best to fight for dominance; he let you win for a little while, but you both knew you would submit. 

You waited no time to take off your sweatshirt and bra, and Eddie’s hands were on you the second your skin was exposed to him. He slid his hands down your torso and across the soft, pillowy skin of your tummy until he hit the waistband of your jeans. 

“These have got to go,” He says as he unbuttoned them. 

You watched as Eddie got off the bed and knelt on the floor before tugging off your pants. You gave a little yelp when he then grabbed both of your ankles and pulled you towards him until your legs were dangling off the edge. 

“Open your legs for me, baby. Don’t get shy on me now.” He spoke as he pressed his hands to your inner thighs. 

How was someone’s skin so soft all the time? Eddie squished his fingers into your soft inner thighs. 

You couldn’t help but want to hide, raising your hands to cover your face, but Eddie wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t do that.” he crawled back up your body to move your hands. “I need to see you, pretty girl; I’ve been waiting for this all day.” 

You can’t help but whine at his words. Never had you been with a guy who liked to talk this much during sex. 

“Don’t be a brat; you don’t want me to show you what brats get when they’re punished,” Eddie whispers in your ear before slinking down your embody once again, ready to devour you.

A visible shiver runs through your body, and Eddie can see the tiny bumps lining your skin. 

“What if I want to find out?” You bite your lip, and Eddie’s head shoots back up with lust in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wouldn’t ask about what you’re not ready for?” He threatened. 

Eddie didn’t give you any time to respond, he couldn’t wait any longer, the smell of your arousal was controlling his needs. 

He started by making out with your lower lips before he slowly broke through your slit, and your breath hitched when he circled his tongue on your clit. 

Your gasps and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. 

Eddie continued making you sing for him as he buried his face into your pussy. He loved your taste; it was like he was addicted and he needed all of you. 

You moan as Eddie works his tongue from your clit down to your hole. As he sticks his tongue inside you, you can’t help but grind your hips into his face.

“Eddie, please, it’s so good, please.” 

You feel Eddie pin down your hips to keep you from moving. His hold was firm. It didn’t take much effort on his end to keep you still; your difference in size was to his advantage. 

Eddie continued and worked his way back up to your clit; he could see you were close; he watched and listened to your heavy breathing and moans that were getting louder and louder.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. I know you can do it” Eddie clamped back down on your clit only a few more seconds he will have you coming all over his face. 

“Eddie! ohmy—!” you scream.

“Hey there, you guys ar—OHMYGOD.” Ashton screams and covers his eyes.

-

Eddie has you right in your sweet spot; the pressure is building and building, you’re so close just a few more seconds and  

“Eddie ohmy—“ you thoughts are cut off because you’re cumming!  You’re cumming so hard, you’re unaware of the other person who entered the room. Once you no longer feel Eddie’s touch, you hear another voice that is not Eddie. 

“—MYGOD”

“Get out!” You hear Eddie scream as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. 

As you’re still trying to catch your breath you see Eddie marching towards the door. 

Oh god, someone came in; one of the guys saw you! You quickly scramble to hide your naked body under the sleeping bag. 

Eddie is already out the door, but you can still hear everything since he didn’t close it. 

“I didn’t see anything, man, I promise! Dude, I’m sorry, no one told me you were in there!” Ashton was pleading with Eddie. 

“You sure you saw nothing, man?” Eddie’s voice was gruff. 

“Yes! I swear, dude!” 

“Give me half an hour…” Eddie walked back into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

“Fucking hell, that’s why they laughed when they told me to go get the bug spray” you hear Ashton talking to no one in particular. 

You giggled, but Eddie’s face was stone cold, even if it glistened with your juices. 

“Oh, come on, Eds, it was an accident.” You sat up on your knees, the sleeping bag sliding back down. 

That caught Eddie’s attention; his eyes filled with lust once again as you started to graze your hands across your breasts, kneading them and teasing your nipples. 

Eddied stalked your way. He ducked under the top bunk. 

“What did I say I’d do if any man saw you the way I see you?” he growled in your ear. 

You didn’t answer him; you didn’t want to play these games. Instead, you kissed him to shut him up, tasting yourself on his lips. You brought your hands to the back of his head, lightly digging your fingertips into his curls, but Eddie pulled away abruptly. 

“What did I—“ WACK “—Oh fuck!” 

Eddie reached for the back of his head, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact Eddie hit his head on the top bunk.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” You get out between fits of giggles.

“Yea, I think I'll be okay. That hurt like a motherfucker.” The hit to the head seemed to snap him back to regular Eddie. 

“Want me to kiss it better?” You bat your eyes. 

“I can think of another head that you can kiss better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and carefully crawled into the bed with you, avoiding the top bunk.

You were wrapped up together, and the mood had shifted. It was light and fun, playful and giggly. 

After giving him what you believe to be the best blowjob of his life you got so comfortable cuddling you had fallen asleep. 

Eddie shook you awake, you had only been sleeping about ten minutes. Eddie hated that he had to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but the guys would be back any minute. You reluctantly got dressed but plopped back down on the bed. 

You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder just as you heard a tentative knock on the door. 

“It’s safe. You can come in.” You hummed. 

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, guys. Fuck.” Ashton apologized profusely. 

“It’s okay, Rooster!” You laughed. Eddie gave you a look of warning, but you brushed it off. 

You see Steve and Billy followed in behind him, hysterically laughing. 

“I can’t believe you actually walked in on them, dude,” Billy laughed; you could see tears coming from his eyes. It wasn’t that funny.  

“This your wise idea?” Eddie asked Steve. 

“Nah, man, it was all Coyote, but it’s pretty funny; poor guy had no idea.” Steve laughed. 

“Oh, I see; Billy just wanted to cock block us…” You rolled my eyes. 

“You think this is funny, man? Do you think it’s funny for a girl to be walked in on, exposed and vulnerable? You didn’t stop thinking about how this would make Y/N feel.” You watch, stunned, as Eddie gets up from the bed and walks over to Billy. 

Two things: one, he used your full name, which made your thighs clench in a way you never thought possible, and two, Eddie was getting in Billy’s face to defend your honour. He was possessive and protective, and you couldn’t deny you were getting wet… again. 

“Woah, dude, it was just a joke.” Billy shot his hands up in defence. 

You stand up off the bed to help as Steve pull Eddie back. 

“You need to work on your temper, bro,” Steve whispers to him. 

“Yea, well, I don’t need assholes disrespecting my girl.” He spat. 

Your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched at his words. You hadn’t had time to speak about anything of that nature; you were too busy exploring one another in a different way. But Eddie said you were his.

“Your girl, huh?” Billy scoffs. 

“Your girl?” You asked meekly. 

Eddie's face softened as he turned to face you. His cheeks reddened. 

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna be?” he asked, reaching for your hands. 

You jump into his arms; he catches you, spins you around, and plants a fat, wet kiss on your lips, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Ugh, get a room.” “So gross.” “Stop my eyes!” The three of them complained all at once, but you didn’t care. Eddie was finally yours.

As you slid down the front of Eddie’s body as he put you down, you could feel him getting hard again. 

“Walk me back to my cabin?”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” He bowed with his arm pointed to the door. 

The walk to the cabin was not long, only about fifteen feet between Cabin 7 and Cabin 8. However, it seemed to take Eddie and you ten times longer to get there. Stolen kisses turned into make-out sessions and more groping.

Eddie had you pinned up against the back of the cabin, hands down your pants, whispering dirty words about how he’ll have you begging for mercy while he fills you with his fat cock, until you saw the light of a flashlight. The night watch was on duty; you realized it was past curfew and needed rest. 

“Goodnight, baby girl, sweet dreams,” Eddie left you with a head-spinning kiss. 

-

You felt like you were living in a fairytale; everything was perfect—maybe too perfect. Maybe you were being too cynical; it’s only been two weeks, and you shouldn’t think about when the ball will drop�� 

Your past relationship wasn’t the best. Then again, you were in the 10th grade and didn’t know anything about relationships, nor did he. You were never cheated on, but you never felt like he was there for you when you needed him the most. 

It also didn't help that your parents disapproved of him. His family was not up to their standards, which you never understood. You were middle class, and your father worked very hard to support you and your mother.

Both of you had been kids, so it's not like you were getting married. But the pressures you felt from your parents and the lack of support in that relationship made your mind wander. You felt like you were just arm candy and nothing more.

There was no depth betwen you and your ex, and you were scared that would happen with Eddie. You have wanted to be with Eddie for so long, and you should be happy...

_

You decided to call Ashley that evening after dinner. She always knew how to make you feel better. It had been weeks since you had spoken on the phone.

Ash’s mom picked up after the second ring. 

“Well, hi sweetie, how have you been? Miss you around here!” 

“I’m great, Mrs. Thompson, thanks! I would be missing home, but there are more Hawkins here than usual.” You laughed. 

“Oh yeah, Ash told me Eddie was also there this summer, such a sweet young man.” she mused. 

“Yeah, he sure is sweet, alright.” You sighed. 

“Y/N, I’d say you have a crush on that boy!” She giggled. 

You always loved Ashley’s mom; she was like a second mom, but one you felt like you could talk to as a friend. 

“That’s kind of the reason I called...Is Ash around?”

“Yeah, just a second, sweetie… ASHLEY SWEETHEART, PHONE!” she yelled. 

You waited a few seconds and could hear her feet padding the floor to answer the phone. 

“Hey, bitch what’s up?” She laughed. 

“You are not going to believe what is up!” you half screamed excitedly. 

“Spill it, now.” You can picture Ash sitting at your shared kitchen table, ready and focused. 

“Do you want me to spare any details, or can you muster up the courage to take it all?” you giggled. 

“Details, now.” She demanded 

“Your friend is the best dick I’ve ever had!” You half-whispered in case anyone was about to come into the office. 

The line was silent for a few seconds. 

“Ash, you still there? Oh god, don't tell me your mom is still there?” Your apartment wasn't the biggest.

“You son of a bitch, you did it! I knew you could do it!” She cheered so loud you had to take the phone off your ear. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” And so you do...

“Fucking finally! I knew you would be perfect together.” 

“That's the thing, Ash. It’s too perfect. What if he realizes he made a mistake?” You bit your nail.

“No, dude, that’s not Eddie. I know that kid like the back of my hand. Once he is in it, he’s not giving up. He’s very set in his ways once he fixates on something,” she reassures. 

“But have you ever considered that we have never seen him with a girlfriend at school? What if he isn’t the relationship type?” You questioned. 

“Did you fall and hit your head? This is Eddie we are talking about. He is in charge of the Dungeons and Dragons Club. He is the biggest nerd on the planet. And you’re concerned he won’t want to be with you? The pretty angel of a human, hot, popular cheerleader?” 

“Well, yeah…” You sunk back into the chair, 

“You must have bashed your head into the headboard while Eddie rocked your world.” She laughed and you can't help but also laugh.

“I don't know; we are two totally different people! We are in two totally different groups. What if it doesn’t work out? What if we are too different? what about my parents?” 

“You and I are in two different groups. You and I are two totally different people, and we get along just peachy. Who says your parents even have to know?” 

"Well, they have to know eventually"

"Why are you planning on marrying him any time soon?" she snorts.

"...No"

Well, any other concerns you want to tell me about?” She quipped.

“Well… don’t kill me, but I told Eddie about our matching tattoos.” You cringed, hoping she wouldn’t kill you. 

“HA! I wish I were there to see the look on his face! Was it priceless?” She laughed. 

Ash and you started catching up with her and her trips to the city pool, and she said she had been going to the roller rink to see the cute counter girl. 

 “There you are, pretty girl.” You jumped as you turned to see Eddie walking over.  

“Shhhh, Im talking to Ash,” You hushed him. 

Before you could tell her he was there, he grabbed you by the middle, lifted you up and sat you on his lap. Then he took the phone. 

“AshCash! What’s up, man? It's been forever. Do you miss the dungeon master yet? Is Jeff holding up as my stand-in?” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. This boy was talking a mile a minute. 

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on her end, but you think she said something along the lines of “I’ll rip your dick off if you try anything funny with y/n.” Then Eddie laughed, saying, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” Then he hung up.

“Hey, I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You pouted. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” 

You continued to pout and crossed my arms to hike your breasts up. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

Eddie let out a groan of frustration. 

“Come on, princess. We have to go meet with the others; they’re complaining we're being too antisocial.” 

— 

The night continued, and you and your friends decided to let loose tonight. One more night was before the month ended, and the Campers turned over. You would miss your campers but couldn’t wait to meet the new ones. 

As you and Eddie walked over to the pit hand in hand, you could see the others around the already roaring campfire. 

“So, what were you two up to?” Robin asked, wiggling her brows. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You walk up behind her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek. 

“You and Eddie sit on the only free log left, and he wraps an arm around you. 

“You guys are so cute.” Nancy sighs. 

“You are so lucky you live in the same town. That way, you won’t have to break up at the end of the summer.” Steve points out. 

That starts the gears turning in your head. Being at home with Eddie, the thought rarely even crossed your mind. What were you going to do? The only reason you’ve been so yourself with him was that you were here, hours away from home. What were your parents going to think? What was the town going to think? You built up this whole reputation around yourself so people would like you. You needed everyone to like you. What will they all feel when they see you around with Eddie?

They would judge you; you know they would. What will the football team say when one of their cheerleaders is dating the town pariah? 

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, and you lost track of the conversation. 

“Princess” 

You snapped out of your inner thoughts. 

“What?”

“I said I can’t wait to walk around Hawkins with you on my arm,” Eddie affectionately nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

“Oh, uh? Yeah… totally.” You reached for a drink from the cooler. You needed something to calm your nerves.  

“Gunna, show you off to the whole town. Tell everybody that I bagged the prettiest, most thoughtful, most caring, joyful girl in Hawkins. 

“ Can’t wait.” You smile half heatedly when you feel like your heart is sinking. 

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Question for you; how do you think the rest of the war would have shaken up if Jake had actually killed Tom in #31?

I'm sure Jake's home life and ability to lead would be impacted, possibly Rachel too. And the whole end of the series would definitely be different.

Would to Yeerks even notice that Tom + his yeerk are gone? Since they pretty much sentence that yeerk to death anyway

Okay, so let's be clear: it wouldn't be Jake killing Tom. It'd be Marco. Jake spends the entire book alternately fucking up (e.g. demorphing in broad daylight 10' from Tom) and begging Tobias to tell him what to do. Marco spends the entire book actually leading the damn Animorphs. When it comes down to the wire, Jake stands there and has a (fully understandable) panic attack while Marco runs around coordinating not only Plan A to land Tom in the hospital but Plan B to kill him, and possibly Plan C to burn the house down.

So. Marco kills Tom, thereby saving Steve's life and also the planet.

• Jake falls apart. Saving Tom has been his reason for existence since the first battle, his only guiding star during the worst of the war. Not only did he lose his brother, but he tore his family apart.

• Marco falls apart. There are very few people Marco loves, but he would burn down the world for the sake of those few. And in the span of a few weeks, Marco has murdered one of those people, destroyed the life of the other. This war isn't worth it anymore. Maybe the yeerks deserve to have the planet, because there's nothing here worth saving.

• Rachel tries to keep the fight going, Tobias and Ax her only support. They've given up so much for this war already, and it'd be a disservice to every damn human on the planet to call it quits now. Every damn human includes Tom, for the record.

She held him down, a hand over his nose and mouth, knees on his chest, until Marco had forced him fully under the water. Together they leaned their weight onto his body, together they pressed him into the mud, until at last he stopped struggling. Then they left him there, floating face-down in the shallows, and staggered back to the woods to try and scrub the filthy water from their bodies.

Rachel's pretty sure Marco didn't see the tiny shape dart away from the side of Tom's head into the dark water beyond, in the half-second before he went limp. It was a fish. An eel. It was nothing at all. She saw nothing.

She dreams, often, about that nothing.

• Cassie stays on the team for now, because she won't consign all of humanity to die. But her friendship with Rachel is fraying at the seams. They snap at each other often, hang out rarely. Cassie worries about Rachel, and Rachel about Cassie, more than either one of them will say out loud.

• Tom was nobody. A dumb kid in the wrong place at the wrong time. The yeerk who died that day, on the other hand? That guy was everything, for the war.

• Tobias escapes the Community Center, and a yeerk called Sub-Visser Fifty-One inside a girl called Taylor, with seconds to spare. There was a mission to destroy the Anti-Morphing Ray, and it almost succeeded. Rachel doesn't have Marco's strategic mind, Jake's cold willingness to sacrifice a friend. She burns the building to the ground to try and destroy the prototype.

It doesn't work. In fact, it backfires — by the end of the month, Visser Three has quadrupled the budget for the devices.

The second generation is smaller than the first, more agile. So it's only two weeks before the inevitable happens.

• «Prince Jake,» Ax says, landing on his windowsill. «We must evacuate you and your family immediately. The yeerks have seen Rachel in her demorphed form, and it will not be long before they connect her to you.»

Jake sits up in bed, which seems to take an age. "They know." He probably means it as a question, but it comes out monotone.

«Yes,» Ax says. «They know. They are likely already on their way.»

"Oh." Jake turns over onto his side, curling into a ball. "Okay, then. Let them come."

«Yeah.» The gorilla shoulders open the door to Jake's closet, lumbering across the room. «We were afraid you were going to say that.» Grabbing Jake around the waist, Marco slings him over one shoulder and heads for the stairs.

• Jake, in true Jake fashion, becomes the one to explain to his parents what actually happened to Tom. Not a freak accident. Not a product of stress and bad decisions and swimming alone. Nothing to do with the empty whisky bottle Cassie thought to plant near the shore, hating herself for having thought of it.

• While the others languish in the hork-bajir valley, Rachel and Cassie take the morphing cube and travel to the San Dimas Hospital's long-term recovery ward. They travel to the San Luis Obispo School for the Blind. They travel to community centers and closed workshops, and they recruit all the help they can get.

The number of Animorphs doubles, then triples.

The number of controllers increases one hundredfold.

• Cassie broaches it just once. "Tobias," she says. He's the only one left she can trust, it seems like. "You remember what happened with Aftran? How we were able to help her, so that she didn't have to fight anymore?"

But of course it doesn't work. Tobias respects her enough to call for a vote, that's it. Rachel is flatly against. Ax is so betrayed that Cassie would even float the suggestion, he flees to the far side of the valley and won't speak to her for weeks.

"I can see where you're coming from," Marco, of all people, says to her. "But there are too many ways it could go wrong."

"I know," Cassie says miserably. "I know."

"If..." Marco looks toward where Ax went, checking he's gone. "If it comes to peace negotiations. I think we should offer. In exchange for being left alone. But until then, we can't afford to risk our biggest advantage."

"You're right," Cassie says. "And thanks for thinking about it."

Jake is technically there for this entire conversation. At one point he even lifts his head halfway, when Cassie reaches out to put a hand on his arm.

• Visser Three declares open war on Earth. The first nuclear bombs fall the following day.

• Mass evacuations of human-controllers are going on as quickly as the yeerks' ships can move. Rachel and Ax sneak on board one Pool ship transport, sabotaging its engines so that it spirals out of control while still in atmosphere.

It's a double victory: the Pool ship slams into a Blade ship on its wild wavering trajectory. All in all over 100,000 controllers die in the crash.

It's a half victory. Only Ax makes it home.

• War-Prince Asculan-Semitur-Langor declares war on Earth. Antarctica disappears in a flash, and Australia is swallowed by the sea.

• James Bly, Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Resistance, sues for peace. He surrenders the skies to the andalites, surrenders the forests to the taxxons. He surrenders 10% of the surviving human population to the Yeerk Empire.

• Quarantine, the andalites assure James. Just for now. Just to keep the yeerks contained. It's only a quarantine.

[theladyofshalott1989]

"Girls' Night Out" (An HCU One-Shot)

Summary: Matty has organized a Girls' Night Out, and, as an honorary "girlie," Damien, of course, received an invitation. When Sebastian finds out he's been left off the guest list ("NO SEBASTIANS ALLOWED!"), Damien and Sebastian devise a clever plan to sneak him in. Because, well, that's just what they do.

Word Count: 1,521

Matty had invited all the seventh-year girls to what she called a "Girls’ Night Out," scheduled for a month and a few days from now. With everyone deep in their studies for their impending NEWTs, Damien figured Matty thought it would be the perfect way to offer them a much-needed break. Matty was usually right. Damien was included in the invite, of course, because he was an honorary “girlie,” at least according to Matty’s invitation, which was immaculate and beautifully designed—typical of her, really. Damien had always considered Matty practically perfect in every way. Alvin must have thought so too—or at least Damien hoped—considering the two had been inseparable for the past few months. He made a mental note to check in with Alvin, maybe even nudge him to do something romantic for her every now and then, just to be sure. Damien always looked out for his girl friends. 

“What’s this?” Sebastian plucked the invitation from Damien’s outstretched hand. 

“That’s mine!” Damien lunged forward to grab the parchment back but Sebastian darted to the side, laughing. He sprinted to the far end of the Undercroft, Damien on his tail, holding the paper out of reach as his eyes quickly scanned its contents.

“No Sebastians allowed,” he muttered under his breath. “No Sebastians allowed?” The second time was much louder. Damien even had to clap his hands over his ears.

“What did you expect, Bash? You’re not a girl!”

“Neither are you, unless you’ve somehow managed to hide that from me for the past two years.” He raised an unruly eyebrow. “Not that I would mind…” he added, trailing off, likely lost in thought, imagining just what that might entail. 

Damien, who had stomped back to Sebastian’s side, snatched the parchment from Sebastian’s hands with a flourish. He huffed prettily, batting his eyelashes. “You wish.”

Sebastian blinked, visibly thrown, and swallowed like he was trying to regain his composure. 

A triumphant chuckle slipped from Damien’s lips. He loved these moments—when he could rattle Sebastian just enough to steal an unguarded reaction.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “So, how are you going to disguise me so I can join in on the festivities?” How, indeed. 

“Is anyone hungry?” Tori asked, pulling an entire pastry out of her robe pocket. 

"Always!" Damien said. He swiped the offered pastry from her hand and promptly stuffed the entire thing in his mouth. "Thanks, Tori," he mumbled through a mouthful, grinning cheekily as he chewed.

Natty, standing beside him, didn’t seem the least bit fazed by his lack of manners. Damien gave Natty a side-long glance, narrowing his eyes. 

She quickly corrected herself. “Damien! Manners!” Hopefully her delayed reaction wasn’t too suspicious. 

Because Natty, obviously, wasn’t herself. Because Natty was Sebastian. 

Luckily, Sebastian and Damien had just enough time to brew a Polyjuice Potion before the big event. Getting a hair from Natty had been easy enough, since Damien shared half his classes with her, and—naturally—Damien and Natty were best friends. Unfortunately, Damien wasn’t the sneakiest of lads, and she’d caught on to his plan almost immediately. After a hurried explanation and a bit of his trademark persuasion, Natty gave him permission since she couldn’t attend Girls' Night Out herself. Provided, of course, that Damien promised to fill her in on every detail later. He readily agreed.

“I miss Alvin,” Matty said next, startling Damien out of his rumination. 

“You literally just said goodbye to him,” Cassie said, scowling. “Anyway, you were the one that made this a girls-only event.” 

Matty sighed. “I know, I know. Don’t you miss Alex?” Cassie shrugged. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Right, Damien?” She winked.

“Right,” Damien agreed, not looking her in the eye. Natty-Sebastian clapped a hand to her mouth, failing to stifle a laugh.

Cassie, thankfully, didn’t pay Natty’s slip up any mind. “Anyway,” she continued, “Alex and I had an argument this morning and I needed a break from him.” "Oh no, Cassie!" Jo chimed in, grabbing Cassie’s arm and linking it with her own. "I’m sure everything will be fine. What did you argue about?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "He won’t stop haggling when we shop together. He insists on trying to negotiate everything!"

Jo snorted. 

“How industrious of him,” Natty-Sebastian piped in from beside Damien. “I’d consider that a good thing, wouldn’t you, Damien?” 

Damien mumbled something non-committal, trying to steer Sebastian away from drawing attention to himself, then quickly changed the subject. "So! Val!” He clapped his hands together. “How are you and Cal doing? Still completely head over heels for each other?"

Val, leading the pack, her round glasses catching the soft glow of the purple-pink sunset ahead, swiveled around. “Yes, of course!” she squeaked. 

Well, that was certainly suspicious. Damien sighed. “Is everyone fighting with their significant other?” 

“Not me!” Matty said from behind him. Damien should have amended his question. Matty and Alvin never argued. 

“And you’re not fighting with Sebastian,” Natty-Sebastian said. “At least not that I’m aware of,” she added, smirking. Natty never smirked. Everyone stopped walking to stare. Tori’s jaw dropped. 

“Natty,” Ellie and Alyn said in unison, “Are you alright?” They didn’t wait for her to respond, exchanging a surprised glance when they realized they’d asked the same question at the exact same moment.

Natty-Sebastian schooled her expression. “Oh, erm, yes. I’m just excited to be here with you all. It’s usually just me and Damien. Or, erm, me, off on my own exploring.”

“We’re so happy to have you here!” Jo exclaimed, an exuberant smile gracing her beautiful face. She released her arm from Cassie, and embraced Natty-Sebastian. Natty-Sebastian tensed. Ellie, ever observant, noticed. “Why so tense, Natty?” she asked, raising a perfectly contoured eyebrow.

“Erm, uh,” Natty-Sebastian glanced at Damien, floundering, “no reason?”

Damien brought a hand to his forehead. “That’s on me, everyone,” he said, scrambling to come up with an excuse. “Natty and I were playing Summoner’s Court all day because Professor Ronen challenged me to a match next week. I needed practice. She’s just sore. That’s all.”

All the girls nodded.

“How kind of you, Natty,” Alyn said, patting Natty-Sebastian on the shoulder gently. 

Everyone resumed walking and broke back out into scattered conversation. 

Phew, that was a close call. Damien was grateful he could see the Three Broomsticks slightly ahead. Once they all had some Butterbeer in them, he hoped that it would be easier to keep Sebastian’s presence under wraps. 

Boy, oh boy, was Damien mistaken. 

It turned out the boys had decided to drown their uninvited woes at Sirona’s fine establishment. So, what Matty had originally intended to be a girls-only night quickly turned into a gathering for everyone after all.

“Another!” Jaimsen shouted, slamming his empty glass on the counter.

“Another!” Natty-Sebastian echoed, mimicking his motion—but more clumsily. In her enthusiasm, Natty-Sebastian sent her glass tumbling to the floor. A loud crash followed. 

Sirona shouted, “Watch it!” from across the counter as she served another customer. Natty-Sebastian dropped down, picking her glass back up with a sheepish look on her face. She was very obviously drunk. 

Damien groaned and dropped his head into his hands. 

Alyn, who was sitting to his left, laughed. “Are you sure Natty’s alright?”

Ellie tugged at a stray strand of hair as she nodded. “She’s sure acting more…uninhibited than usual.”

“Perhaps she’s been working herself too hard,” Damien tried. “We’re all studying tirelessly, after all.”

“Not me!” Cal interrupted, raking a hand through his hair with his usual cavalier charm, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Not you,” Ale agreed from further down the counter. “Obviously not you,” he spat out, then took another chug of Butterbeer. 

“Whoa, what’s with the attitude?” Natty-Sebastian said, alighting at Damien’s side, holding yet another full glass of Butterbeer. “How many have you had?” Damien said, holding back a long-suffering sigh.

“That’s for me to know and you to…uh…not know,” Natty-Sebastian replied. 

The group had gone totally silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“Something’s not right,” Theo said from beside Tori. Tori abruptly stopped sorting a pile of sweets she had on the counter in front of her. 

“I agree,” she added. “Natty, were you experimenting with any new potions today? One time Poppy accidentally inhaled a drop of Amortentia in class and acted besotted with me all day.”

Florence, who had kept to himself most of the night thus far, laughed. “Poppy’s always besotted with you, Tori. What’s new?” 

Jaimsen gave Florence a high-five, then pecked him—rather adorably—on the cheek. “Oh, are we kissing now?” Natty-Sebastian suddenly said. Then, before Damien could get a word in edgewise, launched herself forward and planted a big, wet kiss on Damien’s lips. 

Damien recoiled, shouting out and tumbling backward off of his stool.

The entire group erupted in shouts of shock and disbelief. Jo, wide-eyed, even yelled, “Merlin’s arse!” which was extremely uncharacteristic of her.

“Oops,” Natty-Sebastian muttered under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. Damien glared up at her from the floor.

“Sebastian Sallow!” Damien growled, giving up the act entirely.

“I knew it!” Matty exclaimed, her grin wide and knowing.

Of course she did.

MCs Mentioned:

Damien (and his Sebastian, aka "Bash") are mine 🤭 

Matty, Theo, and Cal @girl-named-matty

Tori @espressoristretto-patronum

Cassie, Alvin and Alex @acslytherpuff

Jo @ravenwind-75

Val and Ale @savingsallow

Ellie @accio-bagel

Alyn @ps-cactus

Jaimsen and Florence @leaping-toadstool-caps

Thank you to everyone for allowing me to borrow their MCs. This was a blast to write! :)

[honeytraits]

Searching for Love!

Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge

Born and raised in Del Sol Valley to Judith Ward and a presumed one-night stand, Modeste has been in the limelight from birth, following in her mother's footsteps as an actress.

You'll often find her strolling the streets of the Valley or enjoying San Myshuno, cameras and crowds in tow.

Modeste has a talent for embracing her fame, though it's a double-edged sword. Sims fainting? Probably near Modeste. Teens clamoring for autographs? That's Modeste. A famous baseball player caught in a steamy exchange with a Ward in her car? Definitely not Modeste.

In relationships, Modeste seeks kindness but hasn't always been treated well. A hopeless romantic, she craves attention from anyone, regardless of how they treat her.

Entry Guidelines: All Genders are welcomed, we welcome all races, etc! Be diverse! Go semi-crazy with your sims lore! Must be Young Adult/Adult sims! Humans only sadly :C I own all packs! If you have any CC, please add them in tray files or however its done, i'm not quite sure.. but make sure its maxis match! No romantic trait, everyone is looking for romance here! At least one negative trait! Add hobbies, likes & dislikes, or sim characteristics This is all for good fun and I thought this would be a great way for people to show off their sims! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! One outfit per category, please! When entering, when you pose your entry, please use the tag: #modestebachelorette or just tag me!

Contestants: 1. Cole Bautista (@simsinfinitylt) 2. Pixie O'Grady (@invisiblequeen) 3. Cassie King (@deathclawfaggot) 4. Harper Levine (@changingplumbob) 5. Skye Robin Langley (@daedriyth) 6. Plearnpichaya Petchsutee (@dridsimsheart) 7.

No deadline, I'm accepting entries until I get 7 sims! Send me a private dm so you can be slotted! First come, first serve!

Meet Modeste Ward she/her | twenty-three Pansexual

High Maintenance Snob Materialistic

likes - money, duh - ballet concerts - retail therapy - extravagant parties - expensive getaways - physical touch

dislikes - cold weather - dogs - spicy foods - her mother Judith (sometimes) - rude people

Fun Facts

Modeste knows ballet but its a hidden talent of hers She loves spoiling/being spoiled people that are close to her she wants to be a ballet dancer instead of a fashion model she's somewhat of a people pleaser to her mother and other celebrity friends she has.

….she has some mommy issues

Modeste is looking for her Miss/Mister right, will you be them?

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"First Taste"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader

Tags: doctor/patient, medical kink, body image issues, oral sex (f!rec), fingering, dub-con, pussy worship, (inference of background cannibalism (b/c it's Fresh), but nothing to do with the plot or reader)

Summary: Steve Kemp sees a new patient for a consult about a rather ... intimate procedure.

Steve gets into the office at his usual time, coffee cup in hand as he catches the elevator. He sees Cassie jogging in from across the lobby in her colorful scrubs and holds the door for her. They greet one another amicably and ask how each other’s weekend was. She tells him about her new kickboxing class, he tells her about the pâté he made on Saturday.

“Liver?” She says dubiously as the two of them enter the office. She’s wrinkling her nose and laughing at him. “You’re some kind of Chef, Kemp.”

“I prefer the term gourmand. By the way is that Barbie on your—”

“Yep.” She goes behind the nurse’s station and hands him a clipboard. “Your morning appointments. Dr. Hickory went into early labor at like four am, so you’ve got some of hers.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he takes the clipboard and gives it a look. “What is she, thirty-eight weeks?”

“Thirty-seven.”

“Should be fine,” he mumbles. He frowns at one of the patient slots on his clipboard. “I see I have an FGM consult at eleven,” he says, eyes flicking peevishly back up to Cassie.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she says, checking on her computer. “Yeah, Ms. Moreau. Be nice, she’s new.”

Steve narrows his eyes at the info. “You know I’ve tried to get away from doing those anymore,” he says, giving Cassie a look. Everybody in the office knows how he has a problem with the fact that Hickory’s turned their office into such a chop shop. Steve would’ve thought a woman would know better. Female solidarity, progressiveness, autonomy, kumbaya, whatever.

Cassie rolls her eyes at him. “Yeah yeah. Dr. Brendan the activist.”

“Hey, I told you, it’s—”

“‘Pathologizing the pussy’,” she recites with finger quotes. “We know.”

“Mm,” Steve grunts, assumes the ‘we’ is in reference to all the nurses at the practice. Those girls share a level of groupthink that is frankly eerie.

Steve works in plastics. He’s a vain man himself, so he knows he shouldn’t have gotten involved in a career field like this if he wasn’t prepared to be surrounded by other people’s body insecurities 24/7. It’s just… not how he pictured it.

Good thing he’s got this new side business venture going. He’s hopeful about it. Just last month he’d been able to send in the final payment for his student loans. Pretty soon he’ll have enough to get a house. He's entertaining the idea of a custom build, still scouting properties south of Portland. “I’ll see you later,” he tells Cassie. “Send my nine o’clock to exam three when they get here.”

“You got it.”

You arrive early for your appointment, plunking yourself down in the waiting room chair after the long walk from the train. You feel unpleasantly sticky underneath the cotton of your sundress. The office is cool, but it’d been hot outside. The near-boiling summer temperatures made you work up a sweat as you made your way across the city for this appointment.

Now, sitting in the chair, you can feel the sweat that’s formed on your body. It’s at your hairline, between your breasts and at the creases of your inner thighs. You worry about it, because soon you’ll be baring yourself to the doctor and you had specifically showered right before leaving for your apartment, used a pH balanced feminine hygiene product, just in case you were somehow scent blind to your own body. You didn’t want to be sweaty and gross when Dr. Hickory was going to be looking down there.

“Miss?” The receptionist smiles at you, holding out a clipboard from over the desk. “You need to fill this out, please.”

You stand, hurrying to go get it and the pen that she offers you as well. “Sorry,” you murmur. They’d told you that you would need to be there fifteen minutes early for paperwork. You return to your chair, feeling like such a hot sweaty mess, whereas the receptionist lady is so pretty and poised. You tuck some of your blonde hair back behind your ears and cross your ankles in an attempt to be even a fraction as put together as she is, you powder blue espadrilles knocking together as you prop the clipboard on your lap.

The office’s air conditioning is making the perspiration cool to your skin now, clammy and unpleasant. You read over the intake forms and fill them out. The second page has a line drawing of a naked woman’s body, front and back. It asks you to circle the areas you’re there to address. You bite your lip and circle the drawing’s pelvis. The anxiety you tend to get creeps back up on you, but you take a deep breath and let it out. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Dr. Hickory does this all the time. It’s her speciality. She will have seen it all, and you’ll be nothing new to her.

The door to the waiting room opens and a younger woman in hot pink scrubs peeks her head through. “Ms. Moreau?” she says brightly. She has café au lait skin, wild curly hair, and a genuine smile that helps put you at ease.

“That’s me.” You stand up, the only person in the waiting room. “Obviously,” you chuckle, grabbing your purse and following after her.

“I’m Cassie,” she introduces herself. “Hop on up here and let’s get your weight.” You step on the scale backwards and open your mouth to tell her that you don’t need to know the number, but Cassie cuts you off with a wry look. “Don’t worry,” she says, thumbing at her own chest. “I know how it is, girl.”

You flush and nod, glad that you don’t have to veer into that explanation. She records your weight on her clipboard and tells you to follow her to an exam room. Inside, she hands you a painfully thin paper gown and tells you that you can change. You fidget uncomfortably. “Um, actually I wore a dress so that she could just…” you make a gesture, “ah, dive right in. Is it alright if I just stay like this?”

Cassie nods and doesn’t try to foist the paper gown on you any further. “Have a seat,” she tells you. “The doctor is just finishing up with another patient.”

“Okay,” you whisper, getting up onto the exam table. After Cassie leaves, you look around the room, taking everything in. You’ve never been in a plastic surgeon’s office before. Everything looks just like any other doctor’s office would, except that instead of posters talking about BMI and heart disease, there are advertisements for laser therapies and Botox.

You spot a tray of breast implants over on a counter and can’t stop yourself from going over to look. You pick one up and poke at it, feeling it wobble in your hand. You giggle a little, before bringing it up to hold in front of your chest. Your own breasts haven’t ever bothered you much. They’re small-ish but have a good shape. One of your exes had complimented them excessively (though other parts had received thinly-veiled criticism). You pick up another of the implants, this one bigger and more viscous, and hold the two shapes up to each of your breasts, trying to imagine what it would look like…

“I wouldn’t recommend either of those for you,” a male voice cuts in, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

You spin around. You’re still holding the implants near your chest, startled as you blink at the man who’s entered the room. He’s wearing a doctor’s coat over scrubs, and his nametag says Brendan Kemp, MD. The bigger of the two implants rolls out of your lax hand, landing with a comical ‘plop’ right by your shoe. “Oh jeez. I’m sorry!” you say in a hurry, feeling like a child who’s gotten caught doing something bad. You rush to bend down and collect the implant from the floor. “Sorry I was just—”

The man steps closer with a smirk on his lips and gleaming eyes. He seems amused at you. “Everybody wants to grab the boobies,” he says, gently taking the implants out of your hands and setting them back onto the tray on the counter. “You’re fine, Ms. Moreau.”

You blink at him, stuck in place. He knows your name. “Oh,” you say, voice hushed, still embarrassed. This doctor is very good looking. He has a commanding presence, too. Something about his eyes draws you in, makes you want to be the object of his attention. He smiles warmly at you, perfect teeth flashing for a second, and you huff at yourself and try to laugh off your foolishness. “Yeah,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “Guess I was just curious.”

“Hey, at least you weren’t juggling them. I walked in on that, once.” He winks. “What’s your accent? French Canadian?”

“Ah, y-yeah. I’m from—” You watch as he barely listens to your answer, his eyes sliding down to the level of your chest and staying there, assessing. You flush under the scrutiny. But you don’t feel like you can move away without being rudely dismissive. You squirm, uncomfortable. “Um, I’m not—”

“I’m Dr. Kemp,” he murmurs offhandedly, still staring at your chest. You see his hands twitch, as if he’s thinking of touching, but stopping himself. “A woman with your frame wouldn’t look right with ones that big,” he says, meaning the implants you’d just been holding.

You feel the need to defend your own taste. “Oh I know that. I wasn’t—”

“These,” he says softly, taking one of the more modestly sized implants from the tray and holding it up in front of you to see. You’re caught looking more at the sight of his strong, elegant fingers than you are the implant. “These would suit you better. Though I honestly wouldn’t recommend augmentation for you.” His eyes finally return to your face. “Your breasts are lovely.”

You feel your lips part in shock. “Um…” you feel an odd combination of flattery and confusion. Is it normal for a doctor to talk to a patient like this? Maybe it’s different with plastic surgeons, you think. They are paid to focus on their patients’ looks, after all. Comments on what is and isn’t aesthetically pleasing must be par for the course, here. “Thank you?”

But then there’s his gaze, the way he stares at you. It feels like he’s not just looking at your body for his job, but also looking for himself, as well. There’s too much interest there to be purely professional. Your breath catches when you feel your nipples starting to tighten beneath your dress, and sure enough, when you glance down they’re very visible through the fabric. Shit. You see Kemp’s eyes look back down.

“Sorry,” you say in a rush, turning away from his assessing gaze. You should’ve worn a bra, you chide yourself. You try to take a deep, stabilizing breath while you have your back to him. “I’m here for… for something else.” You look down at your pebbled nipples, which aren’t softening as much as you’d like, and you sigh in defeat. No doubt Dr. Kemp has seen plenty of nipples in his day. You need to just get over it. You turn around and climb back up to sit on the exam table, the paper crinkling under your butt as you settle. “I’m just waiting for Doctor Hickory,” you explain. “For a consult. They said she’s with another patient.”

Dr. Kemp sighs and holds up his clipboard. “Actually, that’s why I’m here. I’ll be seeing you today.”

“What?” You sit up straighter, alarmed. “But…” You’d specifically sought out a woman doctor for this. The idea of a man looking critically at you, there, is mortifying. “But, but Dr. Hickory—”

“Is having a baby,” Kemp says. “She went into preterm labor this morning. But we hear everything’s going well.” He smiles at you, as if this is good news. “She’ll be out on maternity leave for at least six months.”

“...Six months,” you repeat weakly. You hadn’t even known she was pregnant. They hadn’t said a thing to you when you made the appointment. You’d been counting on her being your doctor. And now this guy, this Dr. Kemp, was stepping in? You swallow nervously, uncomfortable with a man (let alone a very, very handsome man) being your doctor. Not for this. “Um, well I…”

Dr. Kemp is already looking over your chart on his clipboard. He’s going to see what you circled, you realize, mortified. You watch helplessly as he reads all of your private details. “Dr. Kemp…” you say meekly,

“You're here for a consult for…” he reads, eyes scanning further down the page. “Oh. You’re the Labiaplasty.”

You flush bright red at the word coming from his perfect mouth. You squirm uncomfortably. “Um, well… yes.”

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, placing a hand on your knee as if in comfort. He pulls it away before you can process it. “I’m more than familiar with the procedure. I trained down in L.A.” He says this like it’s supposed to explain something, and he winks at you again. It’s… upsetting.

You swallow thickly. “The thing is, I’d been hoping for a female doctor.”

Kemp’s eyes fly to your face as he realizes how uncomfortable you are. “Oh, Honey. I see.” You blush and he gives you a tender look. “You’re shy? That’s understandable.”

“Thank you, I—”

“But I’m sorry to tell you, Sweetheart, there aren’t any other women doctors in our practice.”

“Oh.” Your heart sinks. Getting this consult appointment had taken months, and you’d wanted to go to a place where you knew they were very good, very experienced. This place had been recommended as the best. “I see.”

Dr. Kemp looks pityingly at you. “Did you want to reschedule your appointment?” he asks gently. “Dr. Hickory won’t be taking new patients until after her leave, but I can have the receptionist take a look at next year’s calendar.”

You look at him with wide eyes, disappointed. “Next… next year?”

He makes an apologetic face. “Yeah, sorry.”

Sighing, you try to put on a brave face. You’re an adult, you tell yourself. Buck the fuck up. You’ve put up with male gynos before, after all. None of them ever looked like Dr. Kemp, but you shouldn’t hold the man’s good looks against him. He’s just here to do his job, to help you. “It’s okay,” you say, trying to approximate a friendly smile. “It’s fine. You can… you can be my doctor.”

Dr. Kemp’s eyes flash in satisfaction, but there’s something about it that’s more than just professional. “Good girl,” he says, and he says it all chipper and like it’s a normal thing to say to a patient, like it isn’t supposed to make your panties feel a little bit damp (and honestly, the sweetheart’s and the honey’s and the your breasts are lovely’s has probably contributed to the situation in your panties, too). “So,” Kemp says, sitting down onto the physician’s stool and rolling over. “Why don’t you tell me what makes you want this procedure.”

He’s giving you his full attention. He’s not even holding the clipboard anymore, and you find that it’s nearly impossible to meet his gaze for long. You look down at your lap instead, at your clasped hands against the white fabric of your sundress as you tell him, “Um, well I guess I just don’t, ah, don’t really like how I look… down there.” You nearly whisper the last words, ashamed.

“What don’t you like about it?” he asks softly.

“It just doesn’t look right,” you say, echoing the things your boyfriend had told you, things that you couldn’t help but to come to see as true. “It’s too much. Too big. It looks like…” you can’t even bring yourself to say the words that he’d used. “It’s just not pretty,” you whisper, cheeks burning in shame. “I want it to be prettier. Like other girls.”

“Other girls,” he repeats. “What other girls are we talking about?”

You scoff quietly and frown at your lap. “Like… you know. Like what you see in, in—”

“Porn?” Kemp says, voice tight. When you look up you’re struck by his darkening expression. He looks pissed off. “Let me guess,” he says, jaw working. “Boyfriend?”

You gape at him. “Ahm… no. Ex-boyfriend,” you murmur. Dr. Kemp looks very displeased, and you shrink back into yourself. “Is it… isn’t this like, a common procedure?” you ask meekly, wary of the man’s expression. “I looked at the website. There were lots of before and after pictures.” When you don’t get a response, you prod, “Doctor?”

“Steve,” he says, his expression lightening up somewhat. “You can call me Steve.”

You glance at his name tag that says Brendan Kemp, MD. “But—”

He scoots forward and puts his hands on your knees, rubbing over them. It pushes the hem of your dress up by the barest degree, but you ignore it. He’s looking you closely in the eyes. He looks sweet, and kind. And because of how handsome he is, how sure of himself too, it’s intimidating as hell. “Why don’t I have a look first, hm?” he says. “Give you my professional opinion, before you go deciding what needs fixing.”

You gulp and manage a tiny nod. “O-okay.” This is the part you’ve dreaded. Dr. Kemp (Steve, he’d told you to call him, but that just makes this whole experience feel more uncomfortable, more personal) scrutinizing your most private place.

He pulls out the stirrups from the end of the table and instructs you to put your legs up. “Take your shoes and underwear off and get comfy,” he says, smiling nicely at you as he says it, as if “comfy” is something you could possibly be while doing this.

He scoots away on his rolling stool to go over to the room’s counter and don latex gloves, giving you an illusion of privacy as you untie the laces of your shoes and slip them off your feet. They land on the floor with a muted ‘clunk’, and you slide your panties down your legs and tuck them under your lower back. They have a little wet spot on them that you don’t want Dr. Kemp to see. You slide down the table and put your feet into the stirrups, getting into the familiar, yet never-not-humiliating, position. You feel impossibly exposed, the cool air hitting between your legs and making you want to close them. As a useless, last-ditch effort, you straighten out the fabric of your dress so that it covers you to your knees, serving as a sort of barrier between you and him. “...Ready,” you say quietly, when it seems that he’s not going to return without your say-so.

He sits on the stool and rolls up close between your legs. You start trembling a little and you shut your eyes to try and calm down. “...Hey,” Kemp says, getting your attention. When you open your eyes again you see him standing over you, looking at your face instead of between your legs. “Honey,” he says gently. “You seem really nervous.”

You wince. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He looks kindly at you. “I just wanted to double check. You didn’t indicate any history of sexual assault on your intake form.”

You blanch. “Oh! N-no I— nothing like that.”

“Okay,” he says gently, patting your knee again. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You’re struck by how sweet that is of him, and you try to relax to show him you’re grateful for his care. “It’s okay, it’s fine,” you tell him as he sits back down on the stool. “This just… sucks, you know?”

“Mm.” You gasp as his gloved hands appear on your ankles and give an indicative tug. “Scoot down closer to the end of the table, Sweetheart.”

Heat floods you as you do as you’re told, putting your ass right to the edge of the table like he wants. It’s so humiliating. You want to cover your face with your hands, only refraining by gripping the edges of the padded table instead.

“Shh. Good girl,” he praises you, and you feel your belly clench at the words. Below you, he chuckles and self consciousness floods you as you think of what he must be seeing. You’re suddenly, horribly curious if you’re at all wet. Good God, you hope not. But your panties had been damp, that one little wet spot on the crotch… You tense again as Kemp’s hands appear on the inside edges of your knees, pushing them apart. “Open up for me now.”

You realize you’d been closing your legs together somewhat. “S-sorry,” you whisper.

He rubs your inner thigh—close to the knee but still shocking. “It’s okay. I know this is hard. I can tell you’re a woman who doesn’t spread her legs for many men.”

Your lips part as your mind reels, offended and horrified that he’d say that. Nevermind that it’s true, or that it sounds like he’s praising you, like he’s just calling you a ‘good girl’ in a different way. You seal your lips shut to keep yourself from scolding him.

The next thing you feel is him leaning closer. You swear you can feel his breath down there, but surely he wouldn’t be getting so close. You grit your teeth and try not to let your mind run away with itself. “So,” you say to try and make conversation, to try and prove to him and yourself that you’re a mature woman who can handle this. “So y-you can see. See what I mean.”

“Mm, still looking,” he says thoughtfully. You inhale sharply when he touches you, but you quickly slam your eyes shut and try to take calming breaths. You knew going into this that you’d need to be examined. He drags his fingers over your mons and down the puffy outer lips of your pussy. It’s extra sensitive to you because you’d shaved yourself completely bare before this appointment. Silly, maybe, but you’ve always thought that hair down there was unsightly, gross, and you didn’t want Dr. Hickory to have to deal with it.

Not that she’s dealing with you at all, now.

You bite your lip as you feel him exploring you slowly, with the barest of touches. He’s touching you in a way that feels more like a lover than a doctor. His thumbs gently dip into the crease of your outer lips and pull them apart, baring everything between. “Look at that,” he whispers, and you nearly cry out in mortification. You must whimper or something, because Dr. Kemp pauses and checks, “Still okay?”

You nod, eyes squeezed shut tightly. “Fine,” you say breathily. Deep breaths. He does this all the time. It’s no big deal to him. Just take deep— “Oh!”

He’s stroking the hood of your clit with the pad of a finger, just the barest, gliding touch. It’s slippery with something, and you feel halfway sick as you have to wonder if it’s a medical lubricant he’s somehow fetched, or your own arousal that he’s gathered up and is using to explore you. No, you think, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t…

“You have a gorgeous pussy,” he breathes from between your legs.

“I… ex-excuse me?” you stutter. This time you can feel it when you clench and slick comes out of you. Dr. Kemp groans as if he’s seen it happen, and you feel your face flame. “I’m sorry,” you apologize, humiliated that you’re getting wet from this. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh sh sh,” he hushes you, one of his gloved hands smoothing over your inner thigh, this time much further up. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your body’s just reacting naturally to being stimulated.” His gentle explanation does absolutely nothing to help with your situation, and you feel your belly tighten again in arousal. You whimper helplessly, somehow wanting him to comfort you. And he does. “Honey,” he breathes, going back to tracing the hood of your clit. His fingers move down, following the line of your inner lips, spreading them out and gliding over the thickest parts of them. Shame curls in your gut as you remember the words you ex had used:

“Fucking luscious,”

You blink at the ceiling tiles, shocked. Those had most certainly not been the words he’d used. “Um,” you start to say, but he interrupts you in a firm tone,

“Baby, listen to me, okay?” You’re frozen, unable to respond so he takes your silence for compliance. Between your legs, his fingers trace up and down the wet folds of your cunt. There’s no interpreting it any other way now—he’s caressing you. “This?” he says, whispering the words what feels like only inches from your skin. “This is your labia minora.”

You exhale shakily. “I—I know that.”

“Mm.” He keeps tracing them, keeps gliding around in the wetness that’s now becoming obscene. “It’s natural for you to look like this.”

“I just…” you stammer, still trying to bring this examination back into the realm of productive. “I th-think they’re too big. There’s too much…” you tense up at another wet stroke over your clit. “Too much...meat,” you grit out.

Between your legs, Steve makes a displeased sound. “That’s what the ex told you, huh?” He doesn't wait for you to answer, one of his thumbs sliding down, down, until it starts rubbing down at your taint, pushing right up against the edge of your pussy. You gasp and he shushes you. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong, here,” he murmurs, his breath a hot whoosh against you.

You whimper at the realization of how close he is to you now. “Please,” you whisper, “Dr. Kemp—”

“Steve,” he corrects gently, still thumbing circles of pressure into the thin skin at the edge of your hole, almost teasing, almost threatening with how close it is and how with only a little bit more pressure, a different angle, he could slide it right in. “I told you to call me Steve.” His other hand splays out over your mons, the thumb dipping down to swipe up and down over the hood of your clit. It’s a slick, gliding, barely-there touch. He’s hardly applying any pressure but that’s how you like it. You’re so sensitive there, and you can’t hold in the pitiful little moan that leaves your lips. Steve hums in approval. “Yeah,” he says, voice low and quiet. “You’ve got a prominent clitoral hood.”

You toss your head on the table, a whine building in your throat at his bold, clinical language. It doesn’t match his tone of voice or the way he’s touching you. This is so wrong. But you can’t stop it. You like it. He intimidates you horribly, and you like that, too.

He’s still stroking you there as he says, “What was that word you used, hm? ‘Meat’?”

You cringe.

“Well it is,” Steve says lowly. “Very meaty.” He traces your folds again, this time holding your labia delicately between his fingertips and rubbing the sensitive flesh. You just about die.

“St-steve, please,”

“And these lips,” he says, ignoring your pleas. “These gorgeous …juicy fucking folds.” he says, nearly growling the words. “Makes a man wanna lick, and suck…”

You go rigid at the first touch of his tongue. “Ohmygod,” you whisper, hips jolting up against his mouth without your permission. You’re about to apologize, but before you can, Dr. Kemp is loosing the filthiest, most appreciative groan, the tail end of the sound becoming muffled as he mashes his whole mouth against your pussy. “Holy—” Shit, you finish in your mind, unable to force words past your throat anymore. Steve mouths at you like he can’t wait, like he’s desperate, and you feel it as his tongue swipes broadly over your entire cunt. Your fingers spasm, digging painfully into the edges of the exam table as your whole body tenses up. “Oh, god,” you moan, hips jerking against his mouth.

He makes a muffled sound of pleasure and sucks everything he can into his mouth; your clit, your lips. He sucks, hard and sloppy, releasing it all with a loud, wet sound. “Fuck, honey,” he pants. “Never wanted to suck on a pussy so bad.” His hand returns to your mound, his thumb taking up the same swiping motion over your clit, only now you’re drenched and swollen, throbbing with sensitivity.

“Shit,” you whine, pressing up against his hand without realizing it at first.

He holds you down easily and flicks his thumb a little rougher, a little faster. “Yeah? He breathes, kissing at the edge of your sex, near your thigh in a move that is surprisingly sweet. “That feel good for you, Sweetheart?” You make an unplanned noise of assent, and he hums darkly. He’s pleased. “Good girl,” he says again, and flicks his thumb. “Such a big fat clit, and these pretty pink lips. Mmhm, so fucking plump. I could play with it all day, looove it.”

You toss your head, unable to take the words he’s saying. And he’s growling it all at you like it’s a good thing, like your pussy’s the best thing he’s ever seen. You can’t doubt for a second that he means it, but you’re just so overwhelmed by what he’s saying…

You make an embarrassingly high pitched sound when he presses a finger into you. “Oh!”

“Shsh,” he warns you, smoothing his other hand up the apex of your thigh, up under the fabric of your dress, over your belly. “Shh, honey. Don’t want the nurse to walk in, do you?”

You gasp, suddenly afraid of that possibility. He feels you get still and silent and soothes you with a heavy lick over your lips, the finger that’s inside of you curling. “You’re okay,” he promises, kissing your clit, sucking it and letting it pop from his mouth. You sob. “Shh. You’re okay.” He moves his finger shallowly, stroking you from the inside. It feels nice, and you exhale shakily, trying to calm yourself down.

“Steve,” you breathe. “You shouldn’t. We… I shouldn’t….”

All of a sudden he rises from the stool, standing to his full height and moving to the side of the table as he keeps his hand on you, in you. He stares down at you, his expression rapt but tender. It’s so much worse with him looking at you like this. It’s almost harder than when he had his face mashed against you and half your sex inside his mouth. It’s even more serious like this, you think as you blink up at him with parted lips. It’s more personal. He looks you right in the eyes, unfaltering, as he slips in another finger. You keen, and your hips press up into it, seeking. His lips curl, pleased. He moves his hand in such a firm, practiced way. He’s not pulling out very much at all. Not thrusting so much as he is rocking, grinding.

Inside, something starts to feel tight and desperate. You watch him watching you, watching it happen. He’s smiling, smug, he knows what he’s making you feel. “You’re soaking my hand, honey,” he murmurs, and you feel your cheeks flood hot with shame. “Uh uh,” he corrects you, stern. “No, it’s beautiful.”

He changes it, starts rocking deeper, curling against your walls and jabbing harder at that spot. It’s not an orgasm you feel so much as an urgency, and you squeak as the pressure builds. “S-something,” you try to say, try to tell him that something’s going to happen. But his eyes gleam in pleasure, like he already knows. Above your clit, the thumb of his hand starts rubbing in downward strokes: down down down. Holy fuck does it feel good. Your eyes slam shut as you feel it building, building and tightening. Oh—

“I want you to promise me,” Kemp says, and you’re shocked at how close his voice is. You open your eyes. He’s bent over, his face mere inches from yours as his hand keeps working. “Before I make you cum, I want you to promise me,” he growls. “Promise me that you’ll never let anybody cut on this fucking perfect pussy.”

You gasp, his words jabbing at the core of you almost as much as his fingers inside do, “Ahh-oh!”

“Promise me, Angel,” he says, rocking his hand harder, faster, harder. “Promise me now.”

“I… I…ha-oh! I pra–hom–mi–ssss!” Your eyes slam shut and your hips jerk against him as it happens. You cum, you cum hard. You hear him curse and know that he’s moving back down between your legs to look at your clenching cunt. He never stops jerking his hand into you, drawing the pleasure out. You’re loud. You squeal and shriek and jerk wildly through the whole thing, unable to control your body. It’s never felt this; this urgent, this out of control. You buck against his hand, feeling the wetness soaking everything beneath you, until finally it comes to an end.

He pulls out of you and uses both hands to spread your lips apart, staring. You whine and squirm, and then you really feel the extent of the wetness down there, and you blanch. “I—Oh no.” You try to sit up, try to pull away from him and get his hands off you, panicking. “I… I peed.” You struggle, mortified, pulling your feet from the stirrups and swinging them to the side of the table, trying to close yourself to him, trying to get off the table and—

“Heyheyhey, no. Hang on baby, calm down.” Steve stops you, his hands at your waist, keeping you seated on the table. He crowds you, holding you in place. “You didn’t honey, you didn’t. You’re okay.” He laughs. He’s laughing. You can’t believe it as you watch him. You begin to scowl, ready to be hurt and mad, but he hushes you with a kiss to your mouth.

You gasp and go silent, somehow more taken aback by this than anything he’s done yet. His mouth is so sure and confident over yours, his lips pillow soft but commanding. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. “You squirted, honey,” he explains, amusement still clear in his eyes, only now you’re calm enough that you can see the affection there, too. The satisfaction, the desire. He’s not making fun of you.

“What?” You look down to the end of the table, where you’d been splayed open for him. The paper covering and the vinyl padding of the table are soaked with a clear liquid. You look down to your lap, which is barely covered by the material of your bunched up sundress now. Between your thighs, it feels wet too. “I… I did?” you nearly whisper, astounded.

He laughs affectionately and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, Angel, you did. It was amazing.”

You flush and tuck your head down, feeling tingly from his obvious approval. The things he’d said about your body… “You really meant it?” you ask. “All the—”

“Yes,” he says firmly. He tips your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “Hey,” he says gently. “Remember what you promised me.”

You squirm uncomfortably. Maybe he finds you attractive, but you can’t help but to worry about other guys, about the future partners you’ll have. Steve might like it, but he’s just one man. The fact remains that down between your legs, you still look like most of the before halves of the before and after pictures. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, apologetic to dismiss his opinion of you. “But I just… I want my next boyfriend to think I’m pretty, there,” you say reluctantly, glancing up at him.

He has a fierce gleam in his eyes as he boldly tells you, “He already does,” and then surges down to kiss you again.

It’s been a long day. With both his own patients and a bunch of Hickory’s to see to as well, Steve is pretty tired by the time 5:00 rolls around and the office staff is closing up. He changes out of his scrubs and lab coat, back into his gym shorts and sneakers that he’ll jog home in. That’s how Cassie finds him. “Brendan, check it out!” She holds up her phone for him to see the picture of a wet, vaguely purple-colored newborn. “Boy,” she tells him. “Five pounds, whatever ounces. Small but healthy. She says they’re naming him Grady Harrison.”

Steve grins. “Awww.” What a horrible name.

Cassie puts her phone away and tilts her head at him. “A bunch of us are going for drinks. You want to come?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m beat. Gonna head home soon.”

“Mm. You know your nickname is Boring Brendan,” she teases, grabbing up her purse and heading for the exit.

“It is not,” he laughs, waving her out the door. “I’m just gonna finish up with a few notes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She waves goodbye and the office door falls shut, locking behind her because he’s the last one there and the office manager already left. Steve walks behind the partition of the nurse’s station and sits down, booting up one of the computers. He clicks the mouse over a few folders, typing in his password when it prompts him for entry into the patient data files. There’s one in particular whom he wants to learn everything he can about.

He finds the folder marked with her name:

Moreau, Ann J.

The corner of his mouth ticks up and he clicks to open the file. “Ann,” he murmurs the name, remembering the taste of her cunt against his tongue, filling his mouth, his senses. Mmm. She’d been delicious, exquisite. Not taking his eyes away from the computer screen, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tiny scrap of lace she'd left behind in her hurry to escape him. He holds the panties under his nose, inhaling. Fuck, he thinks, remembering her delicate body in that delicate cotton dress, how she'd cried out and creamed herself for him. So sweet.

He wants to learn more about her, fully plans on tracking her down and taking her on a date. On many dates, if he can.

Because he’s never been the type to be satisfied by just one taste.

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[bzbzbzzz]

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C: *just standing and yelling her we're not the same song*

V: *is about to die from arousal* from 1 to 10, how likely is it that Cassandra notices?

2

*untranslatable russian obscene onomatopaeia*

(check out Cassandra's butt.)

V: ahahahhaaa what is it, bloodplay? i wonder if all the guards use it as a mating ritual or it's just Cassie's thing.

3

Cassandra leaves but traumas stay

V: hey Cassie how about breaking a couple more of my ribs before leaving?

C: ...

[special-force-mk]

Can I have a headcanon of Kombat kids kissing reader's scar after seeing them for the first time (based on my self made prompt scar kissing!) Make it fluffy!

of course you can, I hope you enjoy and I will try my best to do this it been an long while sense I post on here but I will try

also sorry for the late reply I have a another account am running to so I have to go back and fourth between my accounts

Genre: wholesome/comfort

ship: Cassie x reader, Takeda x reader, Jacqui x reader and JIn x reader

tw/warning: Scars on arms

writing type: Headcanons

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Cassie Cage

🥤📱 - you were changing out of your fighting clothes form an long mission you had, you were listening to the peace and quiet until the door sudden shoot open to only show Cassie

🥤📱 - "dear, I got you, your favorite food and drinks to celebrate for you be-." she start to say happy but when her eyes met your arms covered in scars her eyes widen in shock but when you rush to cover them that made her pick down you two drinks and food and made her walk over to you

🥤📱 - " l know they are an eye sore, I try to c-." you start to say in shame but when you felt her sudden move your hand to show your scar making you panic and look over at her in shock but sudden when you felt her sweet lip met your scar

🥤📱 - that made you heart race more then ever now as you mouth in shock while you hear, " No, don't hide them. I like them and I beat any one ass who say they are ugly." her soft but yet serious voice that only made you blush along your heart beat faster then ever

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Takeda Takahashi

💭⛓️ - you were chilling in your dorm laying on your bed rest because you had an day off today but your boyfriend Takeda had shift with JIn so you were ready for an tired Takade but you did think he get off shift so soon

💭⛓️ - when you head your door sudden open making you shoot up to only make the clovers fall off your body to show your scars cover you arms which made Takeda eyes widen in shock which only made an awkward silence

💭⛓️ - "oh.... hey babe.... I can explain on th-." you start to before he jump onto your tricking you onto the bed making you gasp louder then ever in shock of what just happened

💭⛓️ - " You have scars they so cute and adorable." he just start to praise your scars which cost you to go slience more then ever before in shock and trying not to panic in your mind trying your self you stay calm

💭⛓️ - but also soon as you felt him start to kiss your scar you filled your slow lose the calminess as your heart beat pick up more then ever before as blush rush across your face before you let out an cry of your inside melting while he just look at you smiling like an puppy

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Jacqui Briggs

🦾☠️ - you were helping Jacqui carrying thing out of the plane that come with more stuff you guys need for missions that soon happening so you and Jacqui were sighed to help carry the thing out to the base

🦾☠️ - you were on water break catching up on your breathing before you rush to undo your hoodie and take it off forgetting about your scar calmly while you lean up against an box behind you to catch up on your breath while the wind form the open door of the base let the cold breeze hit you

🦾☠️ - but when feel someone stand up in front of you blocking the wind as you slowly open your eyes to met your girl standing in front of you before you hear, "nice scars dear but I think I never seen your ask before lovely." she say soft which made you tense up and panic badly

🦾☠️ - "A-am sorry, honey. I cov-." she say in panic and worried voice but before you could cover your scar her metal hand goes over your hand stopping making you rush to look up at her in shock before you knew it she sit in front of you

🦾☠️ - "no, I think they are lovely scars." those words made you rush to look over at her in shock before you knew it her sudden metal arm rush around your waist and pull you close to her before she start to kiss your scars more then ever making you goes silence and panic silencely

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Kung JIn

🏹🎯 - you were bring him something to drink and snack on during his shooting training with his bow and arrow but when you walk into the training room you see him sitting on the stand alright on break which made it even easier on you

🏹🎯 - you sit down ahead of him to give him his food and cold drink to only get. "thank you, how did you know I was on break." he ask calmly while he start to eat the snack you made him which made you giggle before you say with an wink, "I have my ways love." you say happy as you smile more then ever back at him happy

🏹🎯 - but when you notice his eyes met your arm before he lean closer to you before his hand grip your arm before he say now serious, "when did you get these scars." he say in his serious voice now as you tense up badly

🏹🎯 - "o-oh, these scars were years ago old..." you say nervous as you look away from him as you move you hand over the scar to hide in shame now which he goes silence now watching before you hear the sound of the rapper move before you could look over at him sudden he move you hand off your scar and rush to kiss it making you tense up in shock

🏹🎯 - "sorry for sounding serious, it just I care but I want you show your scars more... They very pretty on you." he say now serious but yet softly before he stand up and grab his bow and walk off leaving you on the stand watching him walk off as you smiles an bit

[cryingincringe]

Iris | ln4

“I think I cannot love you…”, and as you say that, your heart breaks into pieces. Your honesty is going to be the death of you.

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Sooo… it got a little out of hand… I’m saying nothing more but that the unedited version of this had over ten thousand words…

It became very sad and heartbreaking and I for myself needed to hold back a few times :(:

Lando Norris x OC!fem!character

warnings: a lot of heartbreak; angst; (fluff but not really)

9.6k words

(I recommend both songs for the emotion)

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You pace the hospital waiting room anxiously. Lando, your best friend, had just been in a bad racing crash, and had suffered a few injuries from it. You waited for what seemed like hours until the nurse finally let you know that you could come in.

You rush into the room. Lando was laying in the bed, a few bandages across his bare chest and small cuts across his arms and his face. Despite his state, he smiles at you.

“Hey, Cassie.” He grins at you slyly.

You just stand in the door and let your gaze trail over his bandaged body.

Lando watches you as your gaze travels over him. He then gives a small wink and holds up his bandage hand as if to gesture ‘come here.’

“You’re just going to stand there and stare? Come closer! Take a seat.” He laughs at his own joke.

You can’t help but crack a small smile. It was a difficult time, yet Lando’s charisma and joking way still made you feel comfortable.

“Don’t act tough, I know your hurting”

“Okay, I’m hurting.” He groans. “But I’m glad I’m here with you.”

He reaches his hand towards you and you take it, smiling back at him. He pulls you closer and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a little scared.” He whispers.

“About what?”

He thinks for a moment. “About… everything. But especially about what happens now.”

You can feel his hand shaking slightly and his breathing is a little rapid.

“Lando.” You tell him gently. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m here, right? So, nothing to worry about.”

He lays his head back and closes his eyes, trying to calm down.

You sit next to him on his hospital bed, holding his hand tightly. He looks over at you and smiles a lopsided smile.

“Thanks, Cassie.” He whispers. “Just seeing you here… it calms me down so much.”

You smile gently and caress his hand.

“I’m glad.” You tell him. “Because… I want to be here. I want to be by your side.”

Lando smiles back at you and your gaze stays on his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you intently.

Your smile is sincere.

He stares at you for a moment longer. Suddenly, he lifts his head off of the pillow and leans over to you. Before you realize what’s happening, his face is close enough to yours for him to kiss you. Before you have a chance to react, his lips meet yours in a soft and gentle kiss.

After a moment, he pulls away. His eyes are a little brighter and he’s smiling widely.

“...Sorry..." He mumbles. "I just don’t know when I’ll get to do that again...”

You blush and avert your gaze, not knowing what to say.

He smiles at you and leans back against his pillow again, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, that was a bit sudden. I was just… overwhelmed, I guess.”

He’s clearly expecting you to say something back. You can see the hope in his eyes.

“Lando…I-“, you don’t know how to put it.

He smiles again and nudges you playfully, as if to say “just say it”.

His grin is endearing. You can’t help but feel your heart clenching. You think about it for a moment longer and finally decide to say what you’re thinking.

“Lando, I… I…”

“I’m seeing someone”, you mutter and bite your lip.

His smile faltered for a moment. He stares at you in disbelief as he takes in your words.

“C-Cassie.” He stammers. “Since when?”

Your heart aches as you watch him fall apart right in front of you. You wish you were somewhere else, but you can’t just leave him alone in a state like this. A wave of guilt washes over you.

“Since a few weeks”, you confess.

“Why didn't you tell me?!” Lando's voice raises slightly in volume. He shakes his head slightly, letting out a sigh.

"You could have at least said something."

He looks away from you now, letting out a soft sigh. He runs a hand through his curly hair and frowns.

"Is it serious?" He mumbles, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear.

“I thought so”, you say.

He stayed silent.

Lando still hasn’t turned back around to look at you. You can hear a sense of resignation in his voice as he mutters out his next question.

“Is it serious enough…”

He clears his throat and speaks louder, finishing his sentence.

“... that you won’t still feel the same way about me?”

You blink and just stare at him.

A flicker of hope crosses Lando’s face as he sees your reaction. He leans towards you, gently caressing your hand again. You can feel him staring at you intensely, waiting for your reply.

“Cassie, I don’t care if you’re seeing someone else.” He pauses for a moment, trying to think of what to say next.

“Please…”

It’s clear he’s desperate. Your heart aches to see him like this.

“I- I’ve never thought of you in a way like that”, you admit, completely disillusioned.

Lando freezes in place, the color draining from his face. You can see his shoulders slump and hear him sigh once more. For a moment, he’s silent, letting himself process what you’ve just said.

When he finally speaks again, his voice is even quieter than before.

“Oh.”

That’s all he’s able to get out.

He pulls his hand away from yours and leans back against the bed. He’s completely silent now, staring off to the side.

“I-“, you want to say something but don’t know what.

Your heart breaks as you watch him sit there, quietly processing what you’ve said.

You’re not sure what to say either. He already knows the truth now.

After a few moments, he speaks up again. You can’t help but notice the hint of sadness in his voice.

“It’s alright, Cassie.”

He looks back at you and smiles slightly.

“You can’t change how you feel.”

You just stare at him. You’d expected him to be mad at you or send you away but not this. Not him comforting you.

“Besides…” Lando’s voice is still soft, almost to a whisper. “We’re still friends, right?”

He looks up at you hopefully. The sadness in his eyes is clear. But as long as he has your friendship, that’s what matters.

“Right, Cassie?” He looks to you for assurance. “We’re still friends?“

“Of course!”, you say and grab his hand again.

A sense of relief washes over Lando as you grasp his hand in yours once again. The smile returns to his face as he squeezes your hand softly, holding it tightly in his grasp.

“Thanks, Cas.”, he murmurs. “You don’t know how much it means to me… that you still want me around. It’s all I could ask for, really.”

“We’ve known each other for so long…”, you mumble and try to process things.

Your words give him pause.

“Yeah… we have, haven't we?”

He lets out another tired sigh and leans back against his pillow.

“We go way back. Been friends all through childhood... all through high school, and even now…”

He stops talking for a moment and stares up at the ceiling.

“It’s just weird thinking that it might’ve been different. That… you could've been something more than my friend.”

“Since when did you start to see me… as more than just a friend?”, you ask., scared of the answer.

Lando’s eyes flit back towards you. You can feel the nervousness return as he struggles to find the right words.

“Well… it’s been a while, I guess.”

He sighs heavily before shaking his head and continuing.

“I don’t know… I guess ever since we were in middle school?”

He looks back up at you and you see the fear in his eyes as he waits for your response.

“I’ve never…. I’ve never realized…”, you stutter.

“I know.” Lando responds calmly, his words even-tempered. Of course, in his head, he’s beating himself up over it but he quickly shakes it off before looking back at you.

“I always wanted to tell you…” He says with a small smile, “but I guess I was too caught up in this ‘friend’ phase of ours and… I never thought there was a chance you’d like me back.”

You feel even worse hearing his words. Because they were true, and that hurt you.

As he finishes his sentence, you can tell that he’s waiting for you to say something. His face is a picture of anticipation, like he's hoping you’ll say something different this time around.

Your heart feels like it’s going to break for Lando. You reach out to him and grab his shoulder, leaning closer to him.

“Lando…” You mutter, “I wish… I wish I felt the same way about you…”

A wave of sadness washes over him as he stares at you, his smile slowly fading away. Your words break his heart.

After a moment of silence, he smiles again slightly. But there is more sadness in his eyes this time.

“Thanks… I appreciate the honesty.”

He clears his throat again and leans back against the bed, looking back at the ceiling. He takes one of your hands in his and caresses it with his thumb.

“Let’s just… stick to the plan then.” He chuckles softly. “Just friends, right?”

You sigh sadly and feel so bad. “Yeah…”

He smiles at you and raises his other hand to caress your shoulder this time.

“Still friends.” He repeats. “Not a single thing changed and not a single thing will change.”

He gives a small laugh but it doesn’t entirely hide how affected he is by your rejection. He leans into your shoulder and sighs heavily. He rests his head against you, clearly wanting physical comfort to soothe your emotions.

“Friends till the end, Cassie.” He finally whispers.

You gulp at how guilty you feel. “Well at least you got your kiss.”, you try to cheer him up somehow and to soothe your conscience.

Lando laughs slightly as he hears your words. “Yeah… yeah, I guess I did.”

He leans a little more into you, resting his head on your shoulder, wanting more comfort.

“And you know what?” He continues, sounding slightly happier now. “It was worth it.”

He grins at you as he lets out another chuckle.

“I got a kiss from my favorite girl. I can die happy now.”

You feel his arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer to him now.

You smile sadly and can’t believe it. If you would just have noticed…

It wasn’t fair. If only you had known sooner how he felt, you could’ve saved him from so much heartbreak.

As you look down at his head, resting on your shoulder, you notice that his eyes are slightly damp from tears. But his smile is still there.

“Hey, Cassie?”, he whispers after a moment of silence. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, of course”, you try to catch his eyes.

"I've..." For a moment, Lando hesitates. He seems to be picking his words carefully.

"I've felt this way… for a while. Ever since I was a kid. Since I was maybe 10 or 11, I started to... like you."

He pauses again, taking a deep breath. "But I could never admit it to myself. Couldn't tell you how many times I almost said something. But..." he sighs, "I didn't."

It's clear that he wanted you to know how long he's been feeling this way.

Your eyes widen at his confession. “And I’ve never noticed…”, you blamed yourself.

"Don't blame yourself, Cas.", he tells you. "It's not like it was obvious. I made sure not to show it, even though... I wanted to."

He grabs your hand again, his grip tighter now as he looks into your eyes. "I swear, I wanted to tell you so many times... but every time I got close? I just couldn't do it."

A hint of frustration crosses his face at this. "This is definitely something I should've spoken about before now..."

You just sit beside him, speechless.

After a moment, he speaks up again, his voice quiet but steady.

"Do I regret telling you? I mean... yeah, a little. Because now you know how I feel. It would've been easier for me to just keep it in. But, for you? If I didn't say anything, then I'd never have told you... and I would've been keeping this from you forever."

He looks away from you for a second, shaking his head as his voice drops to a whisper. "...and I don't want to hide anything from you."

You sigh before you hug him tightly. “I’m so so sorry”, you whisper with a trembling voice.

As you hug him tightly, his eyes close. He hugs you back just as tightly and nuzzles his head into your shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “I… I should’ve told you sooner. I shouldn’t have let things go this long. I shouldn’t have taken so much time to just…”

His voice trails off. You hug him tighter, but then you notice his eyes are wet now, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He’s trying not to cry, but he can’t keep it in anymore.

“Oh, Lando”, you say and cup his face, wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

He wraps his arms around you tightly, his face against your shoulder as he continues to cry on your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I really am."

He continues to cry for a few moments longer before he finally calms down.

"Do you forgive me?" He asks you softly.

You can't believe he's asking you for forgiveness. Your heart breaks as you nod gently, wiping away his tears again.

"I do, Lando. I do."

He leans against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he looks up at you.

"I want you to know, Cassie, that I'm going to feel this way about you for a long time... even though you don't feel the same way. And I'm okay with that. As long as we're still friends, I can live with it."

He smiles slightly as he continues to look at you. "I like where we are right now. And you... you mean so much to me, Cassie. More than I can say..."

His words leave you speechless.

“Can I kiss you again?”, you ask while looking at him. “I just wanna make your that I really feel nothing. But maybe I do”, you look hopeful at your idea.

You can see his heart skip a beat when you say that. Your words fill him with hope…

“…Are… are you sure? Because I can’t let you….”

His voice trails off, and he turns his head to look away from you. But he still has your hand in his, holding it tightly as he struggles with his thoughts.

“You don’t know what this means to me…”, he murmurs softly. “I just… hope…”

After a few more moments of silence, he finally speaks up again. “Yes.”

You try to smile before leaning into him, placing your lips on his ever so gently.

Every trace of doubt is washed away from him as you lean into him. Your lips brush against his, ever so gently, but it’s enough to send a jolt of electricity through his body.

As you pull away, he stares at you with a pair of eyes filled with hope.

“Cassie… I-“ He mumbles before looking away, flustered. “Do you think… maybe you could…?”

He starts to trail off again, his cheeks now flushed a bright red as you notice tears rolling down his eyes again.

You feel anxious. You didn’t feel anything. So you press your lips against his again multiple times.

His body jolts each time you press your lips against him. Each kiss feels like a rush of energy, as his heart flutters with each touch of your lips.

But nothing changes as you pull away again. There's no fluttering feeling, nothing of the sort. You feel anxious as you notice Lando still staring at you, desperate for a sign that you feel the same way about him.

He looks away from you after another few moments, finally calming down, the energy from your kisses slowly fading.

"No?" He murmurs. "You don't feel anything?"

You could cry. You so desperately wanted to feel something but it just wouldn’t happen. So you softly shake your head. “No…”

"Oh..." Lando mumbles as he looks at you, his hope completely washed away.

He turns away from you and lays back onto the bed. His whole body slumps as he seems to give up. He closes his eyes as tears start to roll down his cheek again.

"I knew it..." He says quietly. "I should've known better than to think for a second that you'd feel the same way..."

The silence of the room feels suffocating now.

“I just don’t get it?! Why do I not feel anything?!”, you get louder and press your palms against your eyes, beating yourself up over the fact that you wouldn’t feel anything for Lando.

Lando flinches a bit at your sudden outburst. He can hear the hurt in your voice and it breaks his heart.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Cassie..."

He shifts on the bed again, trying to reach up and grab your hand.

"It just happens, Cas." He says, his voice quiet but reassuring. "You don't need to blame yourself for it. I don't either. We can't change what we do and don't feel, okay? That's just life..."

“But you deserve to be loved. I don’t want you to be like this. I can’t be dating someone else now if you’re hurting”, you almost whine and feel tears pricking in your eyes. You’ve never felt so bad before…

Lando tries to smile, but you can tell how hard it is for him to do. He looks at you with sad eyes and leans closer towards you again.

"Don't worry about me, Cas. Just... just do what you need to do to be happy, okay?"

He takes a deep breath and turns away, staring down at the bed again.

"If you don't feel anything for me, then..."

He can't finish his thought out loud. You can hear his voice choking up as he speaks.

You lean down towards him and lean your forehead against his. “I just want to feel something. I want to know how it feels”

Lando doesn’t say anything for a moment, but as you lean your forehead against his, he leans back into you.

His voice is still quiet, but his body language suggests that your reassurance means a lot to him. There’s so much hurt in his eyes… He seems to be at a loss.

For a long moment, he stays quiet. He looks away from you and glances around the empty room.

“I wish…” That’s all he says, but for you? You understand instantly. You know what he wishes for.

You start crying eventually. The guilt eating you up from inside. You feel like you forgot how to love. When you clearly just didn’t love Lando…

Lando watches as you break down, tears rolling down your cheeks. He slowly pulls himself up to a sitting position, still clutching your hand as you sob. He can’t stand seeing you hurt like this, and so he leans in close and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Shh” He whispers, stroking your hair with his other hand. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You can’t respond as you continue crying. The words feel like just empty words now, and nothing will take you out of this state of sadness.

“It’s just unfair…”, you sob.

Lando continues to stroke your hair and hold your hand as he whispers to you, trying to reassure you.

“I know, Cas. Trust me, I know…”

He lets go of your hand and wraps his arms around you instead, squeezing you tight as you continue to cry.

“I know you can’t change your feelings for me, and I… I can’t change where my heart lies either. But you still mean the world to me, Cassie. Nothing changes that, alright?” His voice is soft and comforting, like a blanket wrapped around your emotions.

“Can I try one last time?”, you ask and look into his eyes, the tiniest shimmer of hope.

As you look at him, you can see Lando's heart leap in his chest, his breath catching slightly.

“…go ahead.”

There’s a slight edge to his voice, a little nervous anticipation. You can tell he’s worried for what this might bring. But he’s willing to try the “kiss test”, hoping that this time maybe something is different.

You lean into him and lay your lips on his, but this time you open your mouth and deepen it.

The moment your lips meet, everything changes for him. It’s like a jolt of electricity running through his body. His breath catches as his heart skips a beat.

After a few seconds, he breaks the kiss and looks at you, his eyes wide in surprise. He can barely form a thought or even speak.

"W-wow..." He whispers, still trying to catch his breath. "Cassie, that... you... that... I mean, that was..."

But you on the other side break down into tears again.

"Cassie?" Lando whispers softly, concerned by your reaction to the kiss. You can see his heart breaking again as he watches you cry.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying now? Did I do something wrong?"

His confusion is clear as he looks at you with wide eyes, waiting for your answer. He knows something's up and it's making him worry a lot.

“No. I’m just broken.”, you sniffle.

"Broken?" Lando asks softly, but you can hear the heartbreak in his voice.

"Broken... about what, Cassie?" He asks gently, wanting to know exactly what's wrong. He can't stand to see you hurting anymore and if there's something he can do, he will try to do it.

"Tell me... what happened when we kissed? What did I do?"

“No! My body is just broken. It won’t work. It won’t let me feel anything!”, you cry and sob uncontrollably.

Lando stares at you as you break down, trying his hardest to comfort you. You can feel his arms wrap tightly around you again as he leans in close to you.

"Hey, shhh..." He begins, trying his best to calm you down.

"Hey, hey... no. Cassie, you're not broken. You can't be broken, okay? It doesn't... it doesn't work like that, Cas. You're just fine. You're... you're perfect. You are you."

You try to calm yourself but still feel like you failed him. Him and his love for you.

“Hey, hey. You didn’t fail anyone, Cassie.” He pauses for a second, wiping some of your tears away.

“You just… you just don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

He pulls you closer, holding you as tight as he can so you never have to let go.

“There’s nothing you can do to change where your heart lies. That’s just a part of life. But I hope you know that I won’t love anyone else the way I love you, Cassie.”

“Stop.”, you cry and try to get his arms off of you.

"Stop?" He asks, confused by your words.

"Stop holding you? Is that it...?" He raises his eyebrows. If this is what you want, he won't push it. But he's just surprised that you want to let go after the talk you just had.

"You know I love you, Cassie." He whispers softly, still holding you tightly.

“Stop it!”, you get louder.

"Stop what?" He seems a little panicked, his voice raising as he watches you break down again.

"What do you mean, Cassie? What am I doing?"

You notice his expression of concern is growing with each moment, his arms still wrapped around you, not willing to let you go.

“Stop touching me!”, you yell and try to get away.

As you pull away and yell at him, he looks at you with sheer shock. The look on his face says it all... he didn't think the situation was this bad. He didn't know you had grown so uncomfortable with his touch.

"I'm sorry, Cassie." His words are filled with confusion and concern. He loosens his grip on you and lets you go.

"What did I do?" He asks softly, his voice hurting as he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anything. I don’t deserve your love so stop treating me like I did!”, you cry and break down onto the floor.

“Cas…”

He sighs softly and looks down at you. “Come here… please”

Not knowing what else to do, he bends down and slowly sits down on the floor next to you. He reaches out and lightly strokes your hair as he watches you cry.

“I’ve told you this before, but I’ll never stop loving you. So don’t ever think you don’t deserve anything… you deserve the world, Cassie. Especially my love. Even if I can’t have yours.”

That makes you cry even harder. “I just don’t understand how you still want to have me in your life. I’m so stupid”

"Look at me."

You do as he says and raise your head towards him.

"I'm going to say this one more time, alright? One last time, okay?"

He strokes your hair again before he begins, speaking softly but clearly.

"You are everything to me, Cassie. Everything. Do you know how much joy you bring into my life? How much I want to be around you? What I don't understand is why you're so hard on yourself, okay? You... you've done nothing wrong."

“I can’t be with anyone else anymore. I can’t because I know it would hurt you. Lando don’t you understand how bad I feel? How fucking bad I feel to exist?!”

"Look..."

He reaches forward and wipes away your tears before taking both your hands into his.

"Maybe this will help you understand how I feel..." He glances away from you, but he looks back at you again after a few moments.

"Do you know what it's like to look at someone every day and love them so much it hurts? And then, when they don't feel the same about you, you blame yourself for it, like you've somehow failed at life, like you don't deserve the oxygen you breathe?"

You look at the floor and don’t stop crying.

“Stop it. Look at me.”

You look up at him as the tears continue to roll down your cheeks. You feel guilty, but you still can’t understand why he’s so stubborn about this. And just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he speaks up again.

“We can’t help what we do and don’t feel, okay, Cas? It’s like that for everyone, not just you and me.”

His words sound strange to you. You still don’t feel anything for him… nothing.

“I just don’t understand why I can’t…”, you whisper, your body still violently shaking with every sob.

“Shh...”

His hand covers your mouth as he sits next to you, hoping to calm you down. But your words are like a dagger to him.

You don't understand why you can't feel for him, and he can't understand why he still feels for you.

He looks at you with desperate eyes, but all he can see is your tears falling down your cheeks. He looks away from you again and holds your hands tightly, hoping that a little contact might help.

“Lando”, you sob and collapse even more.

"Cas..."

The hurt in his eyes is clear. He just wants you to love him as much as he loves you. Nothing more, nothing less.

As you sink down even further, his arms wrap you even tighter and he leans his cheek against yours.

He wants to ask you if you love him again. If you've changed your mind about it after all. But he's too scared. He doesn't want to hear another "no". And so, he sits there and says nothing more.

But then you suddenly force yourself to stop crying, even though your body is shaking.

He's confused by your sudden change, but he's happy to see you stop crying. And so he relaxes a bit, his arms still wrapped firmly around you.

"Cas, are you alright? What changed?" He asks gently, still with his head leaning against you.

You can tell he's a bit scared that you'll break down again. He doesn't want the situation to worsen and feels like he's already pushed you too far.

“I’m not gonna give up. I’m gonna fight for this love and I won’t stop until I can give you what you deserve”, you say determined, your voice trembling but you get up to your feet anyway.

"No. Cas, please..."

As you stand up, he follows suit, pulling you close once again and looking at you with concerned eyes.

"You don't have to do this. You don't want this love. Just because I love you, doesn't mean you have to love me back.

If you really feel nothing, please just let it go. Don't try to change your mind. Don't try to... to lie to yourself. I... I don't want you to do this, Cas."

You sink against his body in defeat. You will try, but won’t tell him. You’re gonna do everything to love him in that way.

He sighs and pulls you in tight against him once again.

There's a part of him that feels happy to have you in his arms again, even if the circumstances aren't ideal. Even if he knows that you're just lying to yourself.

"I know you're gonna try, Cas. I'm just scared I'll never be enough for you. I don't wanna be the reason you feel so broken. Please, if you can't change your mind don't force yourself to love me"

You tremble and feel hollow. Tears roll down your face but you don’t feel them. You feel numb.

"Shhh... sshh..." he whispers, stroking your hair and hoping to at least calm you down.

"It's alright, Cas... it'll be alright. Don't cry."

But even he knows how much this hurts for you. You can see the defeat in his face as he continues to hold you and stroke your hair. He doesn’t want you to feel like this, but he knows he’s the reason you hurt so much. And for him, that’s the worst feeling in the world.

———

After what happened in the hospital you began to spend every day with Lando. You went out together or you just visited his apartment. You so desperately wanted to feel something for him that you tried everything.

Over the next few weeks, you tried to see Lando through a completely different lens. The lens of love. You did everything you could to give your emotions a push in his direction.

You went out to dinner with him more often, spending quality time together. You paid extra attention to how he looked and dressed, making mental notes on his every move.

And yet, even though you spent so much time together, nothing changed. You didn't feel the spark, you didn't feel anything for him. And you hated yourself for it.

“Can you pass me the salt?”, you asked one morning after you spent the night cuddling with him in his bed. Now you ate breakfast together and it was more than just weird.

You smile sweetly as you speak, but there's a deep sadness in your eyes. You thought that spending the night with him would change something... but it didn't.

“Of course, love.” He reaches over the table and taps your hand while sliding you the saltshaker. There's pain and despair in his eyes as he does so.

He knows how much you tried to force yourself to love him. He's just trying to keep a lid on it as best he can and not show how much pain you've caused him.

You salt your scrambled eggs before smashing the shaker down on the table with a thud. “This is ridiculous”, you mutter.

“What's ridiculous?” He asks softly, looking at you with confusion.

He watches you smash your food down on the table and he knows something's wrong. You've hit a breaking point and there's no hiding it anymore.

“Did I say something?” He raises an eyebrow, trying to guess what set you off so suddenly.

“No! You’re perfect and that’s the problem! I just don’t understand why my stupid heart won’t start to feel something! Just something” Your head sank into your hands as you said that.

"Cas, shhhh..."

He reaches over the table and takes your hands into his. They feel warm and gentle as he leans towards you.

"I know you tried. I know how hard you tried. But you can't force it, Cas. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His voice is filled with empathy as he tries his hardest to make it clear that he isn't angry at you. He just wants to understand how you feel.

"You can't make yourself love someone. It just doesn't work that way."

You bite down hard onto your lip, maltreat it as if pain was the only thing you deserved right now. You deserved nothing but pain because this was all you could bring upon Lando. You bit your lip so hard it eventually started bleeding.

His heart breaks the moment he sees you bite your lip, blood trickling down your chin. Everything you’ve tried has failed. And it hurts him even more than it hurts you.

He reaches out, gently wiping away the blood with his finger. He has so many thoughts running through his mind… so many things he wants to say… but none of it is easy for him to say out loud.

“Please don’t, Cassie. Please, just stop.” He whispers softly, his voice breaking with emotion.

“Stop what?”, you look up at him, sucking at your bleeding lip now.

“Stop doing this to yourself.”

His eyes are red and filled with tears as he watches you suck at your bleeding lip. He doesn’t want you to hurt anymore, but he also doesn’t want to see the way you keep trying to force yourself to feel something that just isn’t there.

“There's no shame in not loving me back. I know it hurts, Cassie, but… but you don’t have to do this to yourself. Please, just take a breath and step back for a moment.”

You look down onto your still filled plate and let go of your lip. The blood trickles down your chin and you gulp down the iron tasting blood that was in your mouth.

“Cassie…”

He watches as you let go of your lip, the blood still slowly dripping onto your plate. He’s getting increasingly worried about you, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, Cassie. And I can’t let you do that, okay?” His voice is soft now, filled with desperation as he watches you gulp down your own blood. He wants to comfort you so badly, but doesn’t know how… and it’s killing him inside.

“But you’re hurting more than I am”

“Yes. But I’m hurting because you’re hurting. Can’t you see how much pain you’re causing yourself? That’s causing me pain too. It has to stop, Cassie. Please don’t keep hurting yourself.”

He pulls out a napkin and gently wipes away the blood from your face and hands. It’s not much, but it’s something at least.

“Can you do this for me? Just take a step back, please.”

You take a deep sigh and stare into the distance. Take a step back…

“Can you promise me you’ll take a step back? Please?” He's desperate now, his voice sounding so soft.

He sees you stare into the distance, looking as if you're in shock. And for many reasons, you probably are. You tried so hard to force yourself into love and it didn’t work. Everything you did was for nothing.

"Do you want me to take you home, Cas?", he asks gently, still looking at you from across the table.

You sigh again and simply nod, not looking at him.

His heart breaks as you nod. He stands up and offers you his hand as he pulls you to your feet. Your movements are slow... sluggish.

“It's okay, Cassie. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Just… let's just go home and take a break from all of this, okay?”

You nod in response again, feeling even more numb than before. But you can't say anything. You don't know what to say.

———

The sun is finally setting and you're sitting in your room, completely silent. It's clear that these past few weeks weren't kind to you, and now you're back where you started. You thought that if you spent more time together, he could make you fall in love with him.

But it didn't work out that way.

You just sit there and stare at the wall in front of you. You can't seem to think about anything else than all the hurt you've caused him over this whole ordeal.

You get startled when your phone rings and you get ripped out of your thoughts.

"Hello?"

You answer the phone with your usual pleasant voice, but deep down you know exactly who the call is from. And you really don't feel like speaking to him right now, but you will. For him, you'll do just about anything.

"Hello... Cassie?"

His voice is soft and kind as he speaks to you. A part of you wishes you could say "I love you too", but you know that'd only hurt you both in the long run.

“Yeah… yeah it’s me”, you confirm, voice sounding defeated.

You can hear him sigh from the other end of the line as he speaks to you. You know that sigh too well, it means that he understands you. He knows exactly how you're feeling right now and how much you've struggled.

"Look, I wanted to talk to you. Can I... Can I come over?" He asks softly. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach, because you know what he wants to talk about. You're not sure if you can handle it after all those weeks of disappointment.

“Maybe…”, you wanted to say ‘Maybe you shouldn’t’, but couldn’t bring it over yourself to reject him. So you go silent again.

"Please..." His tone sounds desperate and he doesn't even try to hide it.

You can feel your heart break a little as you look out of your window and notice the dark, cloud-covered sky outside. It's clear that it's going to be a rainy night. Just like your mood.

You feel exhausted, your emotions drained from the failed attempt of feeling what he felt for you. But for him, you'll do just about anything. So you give in and agree to have him come over.

“Be careful”, you say as you agree with him coming to your place.

"I will, Cassie."

There's relief in his voice as you agree to let him come over. He just wants to be back with you. Even though he's not entirely sure what this conversation is going to entail, he just wants to be with you again.

He soon hangs up. You go back to your thoughts and once again stare out of your window. You've made your choice, but it might not have been the smartest decision you've ever made.

“I love you”, you test the words on your tongue, just to hear how it would sound from your lips.

Your heart flutters as you whisper those words to yourself.

"I love you too.", is what you should say, but you're afraid of the consequences that may bring. You can't bring yourself to break his heart all over again and make him see that his efforts were in vain.

Instead, you stay silent, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you can somehow fall hard for him before he has another chance to say anything.

But there's still time left before he comes over is there enough time for you to force yourself once again?

“Lando. I love you”, you try a second time.

"I love you too." Is what you should be saying, but once again, you keep your lips sealed.

As you say his name, you watch as your mind tries to find an alternative way to show him your appreciation. You know how much he wants to be loved... maybe there's another way?

But it doesn't seem like it and that's terrifying. What if you can't make yourself feel what he feels for you? What if this whole thing really goes awry? Can you bear to break his heart completely?

You look at the clock and think you still have a bit of time before Lando is here. It has started to pour outside but you didn’t care as you left your apartment and ran down the street to the tiny florist store.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you run to the flower shop. What are you doing? What are you thinking? Can you really do this?

All your thoughts are a blur, as you run in through the shop door and start to search for flowers that might be able to express what you're currently feeling.

"Aww... what do you want these for?" The store owner asks as you put a bouquet of irises on the counter. "Just a present" is your vague answer, as you rush for your credit card.

You quickly thank her before exiting the store. As you make your way back you see Lando entering the building your apartment is in and you are quick to call his name.

"Lando?!"

He looks up as he walks into the building, then stops in his tracks when you call out for him. His face lights up in surprise, but quickly changes to worry when he sees the flowers you're carrying.

You can tell that he's desperate to hear what you have to say at that moment. His love for you hangs on a fine thread, and one wrong word... one simple wrong word, and it could all come crashing down.

The rain is pouring on your small figure as you hold the bouquet of flowers in your arms

Lando looks at you, soaked in the rain and holding that bouquet of flowers. His heart is racing just like yours. He wants to know... he needs to know... but he can't bear the thought that your answer might make him feel even more hurt.

He walks up to you and takes the bouquet, looking at it with curiosity. "These are cute... but why did you get them? For who?" He asks softly before glancing down at the flowers again.

“These are for you. I thought….”, you get quieter and look at the flowers

"For me?"

He smiles slightly as he looks at the flowers. He can't help but get excited by your answer. Maybe... maybe this is it. Maybe you really have changed your mind and fallen in love with him after all.

"You got these for me?" His voice is filled with hope. He just wants to hear you say it. He hopes you won't break his heart again. His whole world is on your words right now.

“I thought you might like them”, you look into his eyes as the rain has soaked you both completely by now.

"I do like them, Cas. You're so sweet, I love them."

He smiles again and leans forward, his voice getting softer.

"Is there... is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything else you want to say to me, Cas?"

And he holds his breath as he waits patiently, desperately wanting you to say the word he's been hoping for these past few weeks.

“I-“, you cut yourself off. Should you say it now even though you didn’t mean it? Should you really break his heart?

Your heart skips a beat as Lando still looks at you, waiting, hoping for you to say what he's been so desperate to hear.

What do you do now? Say it or not? You don't love him, but he loves you... You can't break his heart. You just can't. If you break up, just think of the pain you'll cause him! How could you do that to another person, especially someone so gentle and kind.

You remain speechless as the rain still pours over you and Lando.

You let the flowers fall to the ground carelessly as you reduce the distance between you both and wrap your arms around him. Before he could react your lips lay on his.

Everything happens so fast. You hold onto him, your skin pressed against his, your lips pressed against his. And all of this while you're still soaked in the rain.

You close your eyes and try to forget about everything else. You just want to be with him and you can't let anything stop you now. Not even the pouring rain.

But... are you acting on instinct, or is this for real? There's still a tiny seed of doubt in your mind, wondering if you've made the biggest mistake of your life.

You press your lips harder against his, as if to force his love into yourself and let your tongue slip into his mouth.

A shiver runs all the way through his body as you press your lips even harder against his. You're pushing yourself over the edge. You can't back out now.

His mouth presses against yours before his tongue joins yours in a sensual dance. Just hearing the sound of rain and thunder outside.

There's an intensity to your kissing... one he's never felt before. Could you be... falling in love with him after all?

His heart skips a beat as his mind is filled with thoughts of what this could mean. Could it really be possible? Is she finally falling in love with him? Did his efforts not go in vain? His whole world rests on this one moment.

He holds you close, pressing his body even more into yours as his tongue dances with yours. This feels... real. Is it real?

He pulls away slightly, just enough to meet your eyes. But he won't speak now. He wants to hear what you have to say first.

“Lando”, you breath and look at his lips before letting your gaze shift into his eyes. His eyes full of love…

"...Yes, Cas?"

His voice is filled with anticipation as he waits for your response. Everything hangs on this one word... what is it that you have to say to him?

He watches you silently... his heart racing... as you look at his lips and then his eyes. What do you have to say to him? What will change his entire world? His heart is in your hands.

“I’m sorry…”, is what you then whisper against his lips

Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, as he takes in your words.

"Why.... why are you sorry, Cas? What did you do wrong?"

He tries to smile, to hide the pain in his voice as he tries to figure out what you're apologizing for. He wants to pretend it's for something else... because he's scared about what could come next.

“I think I cannot love you…”, and as you say that, your heart breaks into pieces. Your honesty is going to be the death of you.

His heart drops as you say your words, his eyes filling with tears. "You're... what... w-what do you mean, Cassie?"

He looks at you nervously, wanting so badly to hear something else. But his worst fear has come true... you can't love him at this point. And that's something that'll destroy him. He knows if you tell him, then you'll never come back.

His hands rest on your shoulders, trying to hold on to you. He doesn't want to let you go... especially not now. You're all he has.

“I tried… I tried it. It just doesn’t make me feel anything”, you cry.

You've broken him. You've completely destroyed his heart. He stares at you with tears in his eyes as he tries to understand what you're telling him.

"You tried... You tried what, Cas? You tried to love me?"

He keeps staring at you, trying to make sense of what you're saying. How can this be? After just a few weeks, how could you make him love you so much and then go back on it?

He wants to yell at you... scream... hurt you. But instead, he just stands there in shock.

“I tried. Every fucking day, I tried. But it feels wrong. It feels wrong and that doesn’t make sense. I want to love you but my feelings just won’t let me”, your eyes glisten with tears as you speak

You can see the pain in his face as your words cut deep into his soul. You can see how much that hurt him, how deep those words hit him. It was as if all of this time, all of your efforts... were for nothing.

He takes a few breaths, trying to comprehend what just happened. "How... how does it feel wrong?"

He needs to know... to understand why. He wants to save this, make the past few weeks worth it in the end. If he understands, if he does it right... maybe you'll change your mind again.

“It feels hollow”

Those words cut deep into his heart and he slowly nods. You've already destroyed him and now these words are destroying him even more.

"So... we can't be together?" He asks you softly, trying to find some kind of hope in your words. He doesn't want to hear the truth... he just wants to hear that this was all just a big mistake.

And you can hear that desperation in his voice. He just wants this to be a big joke. But it's not... it's real. All of this is real, just like your words of rejection.

“We can be! I can still try! We have enough time and maybe…. maybe if you give me a little more time, I could… I could”, you couldn’t even say it indirectly anymore

"No... No, you can't, Cas..."

His eyes still fill with tears as he just takes a moment to think.

"If you could, you'd already feel it. You've already tried and you can't..."

He can't even say it himself, but he has to tell you the truth so that this doesn't hurt even more later. He can't let you waste your time on a lost cause, hoping for something that will never come true.

He holds your hand and his voice is soft as he looks into your eyes again. "You can't, Cassie."

And that was when it hit you.
You couldn’t love him.
And your whole world crumbled.
“No.”, you shook your head. “No, no, no, no, no!”, you screamed

He flinches as you scream in despair and that was when it set in with him as well. He starts to understand what your words meant.

He can't believe what's happening, he just can't. This isn't real. It can't be. What about all that time he spent trying to make you love him? What about all those nights where he lay awake worrying about what his future would look like, without you by his side? What about all of those times where you gave him hope?

And now... now you're taking it away from him.

You were a crying mess and screaming your soul out, the rain barely covering your pain

"No... no... no... please..." You scream as tears run down your face. It feels like your heart is getting crushed as you beg for this to stop. You don't want this to be happening... you don't want to lose him, but your heart refuses to cooperate with you.

You don't know what to do. You just want to go back in time and force yourself to love him. You wish you were a normal girl, with normal needs and desires. But you're not and you... you just want to be normal.

You fall onto the ground, the water gathered on the street soaking you even more but you couldn’t care less. You were losing Lando and it ripped you apart

"Cas..." He kneels down next to you and tries to comfort you. He wraps his arm around you and wipes the tears from your face. Even though he's hurting just as much as you are, he still cares enough about you to try and make you feel a bit better.

"Please... please don't cry, Cas. It hurts me too much as well."

He wants to hold you, comfort you... make you feel wanted and loved. But now, it seems like the most he can do is just try and stop you from feeling so hopeless.

You shake uncontrollably. But as you feel his arms around you something inside of you snaps. You push him away from you and get up to your feet again. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

You push him away, your face full of tears. He looks at you in shock, trying to understand why you suddenly snapped.

"Get away from me!" You scream at him, your voice filled with pain. It seems like your heart can't take the pain anymore and it's turned you into someone you never wanted to be.

"I NEED TO BE ALONE! JUST GET AWAY!" You yell at him, pushing him aside before running out into the rain. His eyes fill with shock and he doesn't hesitate as he runs after you.

"Cassie, wait!" He runs after you, hoping to catch up with you before you get too far away.

"Cassie, stop! Don't go... please..." He's not angry. He doesn't yell at you for running. Instead, he's just afraid that you're going to do something that could hurt you even more. He only wants to help you and be there for you. But he's not enough. He can't save you like this.

You try to run faster until you reach the beach. The sand slowing you down immediately.

The beach is empty tonight, rain slowly pouring from the skies. There's no one here but you and him.

"Cas, wait... please." He catches up with you, but you push him out of the way and walk even faster.

"Don't go! Please let me explain..."

He tries to hold your hand, but you pull away. His eyes fill with fear and concern as he looks at you.

"Why?" Is all he says... and even that doesn't hide the pain he feels at that moment.

“Don’t you understand? I can’t love you! Stop chasing something that will only hurt you! I’m hurting you! And i don’t want that so GO!”, you yell as loud as you could

He stops in his tracks as the rain pours around him.

"Don't do this, Cas. You can't just push me out of your life." The expression in his eyes, the way he looks at you with such emotion... it almost hurts you.

You know that he still loves you after all these weeks, even after your rejection. He'd still do anything for you, even if it means being hurt over and over again.

You stop for a moment... and look at him... and you feel it. Your heart starts to race.

Your whole body heats up, it feels like you would ignite in flames every minute. Your heart beats uncontrollably as he stands in front of you, so much desperation but also Love in his eyes. You finally realize. It finally clicks…

You feel as if your whole world has stopped. You look at him and all the words you want to say are stuck deep within your heart. But then you realize that he can see the answers in your eyes.

He tries to speak, but he can't say a word. Instead, he pulls you close and kisses you.

Your heart skips a beat as you suddenly feel your emotions being taken out of control. And then... it happens. You're back where you were just weeks ago.

A kiss. One simple kiss and everything changes.

You cry against his lips and feel your heart pounding. It beats as if it never did that before. But now it only beat for Lando…

Your hearts beat as one and you kiss him with an intensity you never thought it was capable of. You're scared, excited, nervous... your entire body feels alive.

He holds you close and your world narrows down to just you and him. Everything else around you disappears.

The rain falls on you while your hearts beat as one. Everything is perfect... and you don't ever want this to end.

He kisses you back, his lips soft but passionate. For a moment, all your doubts fade away and you're left with just the two of you, together in a world of their own.

In that moment... everything makes sense. You know exactly what you have to do. What you've always wanted to do.

You want this to never end and even if this moment just lasts forever with you and Lando... that would be enough. The rest would be just a bonus.

[purplesunset9112]

Jesse: Okay, what does A stand for? Cassie: Arson. Jesse: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? Cassie: Barson. Winslow: laughter Jesse: What stands for C? Cassie: Commit arson. Winslow: Oooo. Jesse: D! Cassie: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Winslow: more laughter

[star-going-supernova]

Fnaf prompt:

Whatever good karma she had, she just used up

Our second-to-last tumblr generated prompt is number 11! Ruin really came through with the development for Roxy, and I thought she deserved a ficlet of her own! (title’s a bit of a silly play on the phrase “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”)

One Mimic’s Mistake is Another Roxy’s Victory

Roxy wasn’t sure how much stock she put into the idea of karma, but if it existed, and if hers had been saving up for something big, this would be the moment she’d choose for it to intervene. 

She slammed into the rogue robot that had attacked Cassie and forced it back and away from the girl. She thought it might be an endoskeleton, based on the way it felt, though it was just slightly off in proportion. 

It certainly wasn’t a human or animatronic she recognized, for all that she was blind. And that was the important part. 

“Cassie, run!” Roxy cried, slashing at the bot with her claws. It was a loud, creaking thing, heavy and clunking with every jerky step it took. 

Her highly attuned ears caught the sound of sneakers moving away, and Roxy made sure to angle herself between the monster and the direction Cassie had run off in. 

They tussled a bit, smacking and heaving each other around with their matched strength and weight. Any advantage it could’ve had with its eyes was lost to a clumsy sort of inexperience. 

And then the robot made the dumbest decision it could have made. In a stuttery, slightly mechanical voice, it said in perfect imitation, “I-I’m Gregory.” 

Intellectually, Roxy knew it wasn’t. She knew this was a robot, a skeletal, endo-like robot who had just played a slightly distorted voice clip. 

But hell if those two little words didn’t kick Roxy’s protective anger all the way up to feral rage. She flew at the thing with a wild screech, and it was clearly taken off guard, rendered defenseless in surprise. She snapped one if its knees, bore it down to the ground, and then she braced her feet, dug her claws into its chest, and pulled. Roaring, she yanked with all her strength, plus whatever robotic equivalent of adrenaline that the reminder of Gregory had sparked in her. Metal tore apart, the strain snapping it and shattering the insides of the robot’s chest. 

She split that monster all the way down to its spine, and then just to be petty, she reached into its eye sockets and squeezed until its eyes popped in an explosion of warm sparks and broken glass. 

Her excellent ears caught the sputtering death of its core, the silence where there had once been whirring and creaks and clicks. Roxy, the victor, growled one last time at it and stepped away from the scrapheap it had become. 

“Roxy?” she heard, little more than a nervous whisper. 

“Cassie,” she said, turning toward her voice. “It’s all right now. The monster’s dead.” 

Footsteps tread closer, slowly, cautiously, then, “Whoa.” 

She couldn’t help but preen at Cassie’s impressed tone. “It didn’t stand a chance against me,” she boasted, flexing her arms. Just because her casing had been damaged didn’t mean the mechanisms that gave her her strength had been. 

Cassie giggled lightly. “You really ripped it apart! Are you okay?” 

“Eh, it didn’t get more than a swipe or two in,” Roxy said. Surface damage at best, and it wasn’t like a couple more scratches were going to be noticeable, given her overall state. She could still tap in to security cameras and use them as oddly placed eyes. She knew what she looked like. 

Brave little Cassie came closer still, all the way to Roxy’s side. A small, warm hand slipped into hers. “You saved me, Roxy. Thank you,” Cassie said. She sniffled. “I-I’m really sorry that I hurt you. I didn’t want to, I swear! That thing tricked me, it told me I had to shut down all the security nodes—”

“And I was one of them. I know, Cassie, and I’m not mad at you.” 

The sounds of stifled crying tore at Roxy’s insides, and without her programming restricting her from doing so, she carefully knelt and scooped Cassie up, holding her the way she’d seen a million parents do with their children. 

Other than making a quietly startled noise, Cassie didn’t protest. Instead, she leaned closer, settling against Roxy’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Her mechanical heart skipped a beat, and she thought she might understand what humans meant when they said they felt all warm and fuzzy. “C’mon,” Roxy said softly. “Let’s get out of here.” 

Cassie nodded, and Roxy went back the way she’d come, following her internal map through the underground tunnels and hallways, up the stairs, and across the flooded cave. The main level of the pizzaplex wasn’t far, and if she wasn’t mistaken, Cassie was nodding off in her arms. 

That was okay. Roxy wouldn’t drop her. 

[pondering-gales-left-orb]

Okay weekly rogue trader update shsjdj appearantly Fridays are now rogue trader days !

- i have been playing since the morning i think this game has turned into a sort of comfort game somehow despite all the you know *gestures vaguely*

- anyway i talked more to Jae and my fucking god that woman is hilarious and incredible snd appearantly a princess or whatever

-also poor cassie Walked in on Jae having an orgy

- finally faced the daemon posing as Theodora and poor idira honestly i understand this is her way of mourning calling out to theodora but its so fucking sad that even that is turned against her because of her powers (i could be completely wrong ofc who fucking knows with this game lol ) anyway spared her and told her to take time to collect herself and ofc everyone disapproves

- and right after that we went to Janus and i finally met yrliet and i fucking love her and im so sad for her story my rogue trader being an ex pirate and did alot of xenos trading and all that she also was okayish with her from the start so thats a relief kinda didn't feel like cussing her out on sight at that moment lol

-also to my complete surprise henrix.... didn't call for her immediate execution lmao

- also Abelard my beloved widow milf & gilf & dilf coming to th rogue Trader's defense everytime someones like ".. are you sure about dealing with the xeno- " " ACTUALLY HENRIX THE ROGUE TRADER HAS A PERMIT ROOM ITS LONG ASS PIECE OF PAPER THAT JUST SAYS "I CAN DO WHAT I WANT THE EMPEROR SAYS IM BASED" SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH HOLE INQUSI BOY " and tessera is just standing there beaming like "thats my seneschal :D"

- also im pretty sure wrap travel is my favorite thing ever cause not only do i get to explore new places but these goddamn people on this goddam ship cant stop getting into trouble its insane and delicious

- highlight of my day was yerliet mid wrap coming to tessera about to throw up like "c cc- can you believe it?? Someone actually asked to -gags- to- hold my hand ????????? And asked me back to thier *comtimplates jumping of the bridge* their room????? What is this ship of monkieh heathens?????? " And the whole time im like dying yelling JAE WHY yrliet hasn't even been on the ship for a full day JAE PLEASE

-oh also Argentina or whatever almost killed Jae and then JAE almost killed CASSIA And CASSIA killed 1000 BIRDS... Appearantly she was upset they shat everywhere... Okay 👌

- ah also henrix is like getting sassy and teasy with Tessera and then he was like okay wait im actually concerned for you do you.. know what ur doing and i had to get up and walk off because "I" INFACT DO NOT KNOW WHAT IM DOING MOST OF THE TIME IM JUST GOING OF VIBES

Game of the year game of the century even