#haven't asked yet and am trying to prepare as much as possible

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googling 'hr laws alberta vs bc' to see if i can put together some sort of manic powerpoint presentation to convince them to let me move out of province by bribing them with shittier overtime protection

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But Daddy I Love Him - Jacaerys Velaryon

A/N: Oh hi! First of all, thanks for all the love on my last Jace fic. I'm sorry it's taken so long to post my next, I've had a crazy couple of weeks, but I wanted to make to get something out before this week's episode. I can't believe there's just 3 eps left of the season! I am hoping to get my Jace chapter fic out before then, so I have put most of my focus there. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

TS Prompt #8: But Daddy I Love Him

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader Word Count: 5.3k Synopsis: Jace and the reader fall in love, much to the displeasure of the reader's father.

Warnings: smut

Jacaerys Velaryon is beautiful.

It is tourney day in King's Landing, and your eyes are stuck to him as he makes his way out into the arena. Around you, there are scattered conversations whispered not low enough, about how the prince has matured in the last year, how handsome he has become.

He has not yet put his helmet on. This leaves his hair out, curls whipping around him in the gentle breeze. He flicks his hair back and there is a chorus of awes around you. You smirk at the reaction.

"The arrogance," your father, Jason Lannister, mutters from your side. You barely spare him a glance, not wanting to remove your eyes from Jacaerys.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"He's showing off," your father says, disgust in his voice.

"It is a tourney," you say, "Isn't that the point?" He doesn't respond, just continues to monitor the arena space.

Jacaerys mounts his horse and with bated breath, you watch as he accepts the lance from the Master of Revels. His opponent is a knight you haven't met yet, a Ser Estermont. He has done well in the tourney so far, though, which makes you nervous.

As both men prepare to make their joust, you lean forward in your seat, needing to see as closely as possible, what is about to happen.

Unlike the matches before, this one is over in one round. Jacaerys aims his lance to the perfect angle, and expertly knocks over the knight from Greenstone.

Applause erupts from the viewing gallery, and you nearly stand up and cheer, you are so relieved about his win. Jacaerys rides around the stands and stops in front of the gallery you sit in. He lifts off his helmet and smiles in a way that makes your heart race.

"Lady Y/N," he says, and you think you hear discontented sighs from behind you. "Might I request your favor, that I may excel through the rest of this tournament?" You smile and reach for your wreath of flowers. For one moment, your father grips your wrist, as if he means to keep you from going. But it does not last long. No matter what your father may think of Jacaerys, he is still the prince, and future heir to the the throne. To deny him would mean scandal.

As you approach the railing, you try to fight off the grin at seeing him. Jacaerys extends his lance so that you may drop the wreath onto it easily.

"Thank you, My Lady," he says, eyes locked onto yours.

"Good luck, My Prince."

He rides off into the arena, garnering more applause from the stands, as you return to your seat. There are jealous eyes upon you. Even your father looks angry. But you pay them no mind. There will be more rounds, and Jacaerys is sure to succeed time and again, which will have him request the favor of more ladies.

Smiling as you sit down, you think of the girls who will bestow upon him their own wreaths. You might even feel bad for them, for surely, they will assume that his attention means he might court them. But you know that his affections lie only with you.

To you, the prince was just Jace, and you had loved him since you were a girl. Three months ago, he had declared his love for you, too, and ever since, the two of you had been hiding your love, waiting for the right moment to proclaim your intentions.

"He did quite well," you say to your father, making another effort to talk up Jacaerys to him.

"Ser Estermont was an easy opponent," your father says, disinterest and dismissal reflected in his tone.

Once the tournament is over, Jace makes his way into the castle. Several lords and ladies stop him on his way, congratulating him on his victory. He thanks them in passing, his thoughts only on getting into the castle, where he knows he will find you.

There is a feast to be held after the tournament, and while most everyone heads that way, he dismisses himself, saying he wishes to change before then.

When he turns down the hallway towards his quarters, the area is empty. The guards that usually stand at his door were at the tourney and are now sitting down for the feast.

You come around the other end of the hallway, your red dress immediately drawing his eye. You glance around cautiously before breaking into a run, launching yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, laughing as his arms settle around you.

"Oh," you say on a breath, pulling back just enough to face him, "You have no idea how worried I was for you."

"Have you so little faith?" he asks with a smile.

"I believed in you," you say, hand to his chest, "But belief doesn't change the fear that comes at watching a lord twice your size sprint at you with a lance."

"I'm alright," he says, his hands running gently along your back. You smile at him and lean in to kiss his lips softly. Jace hums contentedly into the kiss, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulls you into a corner and deepens the kiss.

Together, you stay locked there for a long moment, relishing the quiet that is so hard to find. Jace's hands travel through your hair and over your body, greedy to get his fill of you while he has you.

"I should get to the feast," you say softly when you break for air, your forehead pressed to his.

"Stay with me," he says, entwining his hand with yours.

"My father will be looking for me," you say. Jace's smile drops. "I'm trying," you say, "To sway him to our favor."

"I know you are."

"Your victory today should help with that," you say, giving him a small smile. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you, My Lady," he says with a laugh. "I'll see you at the feast."

"Yes, My Prince."

By the next week, your father's attitude still hasn't changed. At the feast, you tried to talk about the prince, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. Jace had even come over to greet your family. Your father was diplomatic and only spoke to the prince for as long as he had to.

"I don't get why he won't give his blessing," you say, looking down at Jace. His head is in your lap, his eyes closed. He is so peaceful at this moment, you hate to bring this up again, but there seem to be fewer and fewer times for the two of you to be together. Even now, you are supposed to be with other ladies of the court, practicing your needlework. Instead, you snuck off to the Godswood to be with Jace amongst the blossoming trees.

"I'd be queen one day," you continue. "What more could he want for me?" Jace opens his eyes and looks at you with a frown.

"It's because of the rumors about me," he says lowly. You want to say he's wrong, but you wouldn't even believe yourself. The rumors of Jace's parentage had only grown in the last few years. It seemed that as he became older, and King Viserys grew sicker, the accusations only multiplied.

"I don't care about that, though," you say brushing your fingers through his hair.

"You should," he says, taking your hand in his own. "There are some who would see my brothers and I slain, rather than see us inherit our birthright."

"All the great houses swore allegiance to your mother," you say, squeezing his hand. "And you are her trueborn son. To do so would be--"

"Treason," he says, "But there are still those who would try it."

"My father wouldn't," you say. "As stubborn as he is, he is loyal to King Viserys, and by extension, your mother." Jace sits up, a serious expression on his face.

"Tensions are high amongst my family," he says, taking your hands in his. "In the entire kingdom, really. I am worried what may happen. Your father is smart, and that is why he must worry, too."

"You all fear something that may never come to pass," you say, "Are we to be separated in the name of what ifs?"

"We are to be separated until we can convince your father that I can keep you safe."

"And how do we do that?" you ask. Jace lays his head back on your lap.

"I don't know," he says.

The room is dark when you enter your father's quarters that night. He sent word to your lady's maid to see him immediately, but she couldn't find you until now, because you and Jace had been intwined in the Godswood all afternoon.

"Lady Clegane said she did not see you today," your father says right away, before you can even greet him. "Were you not to be under her tutelage this afternoon?"

"I don't need to study my needlepoint, Father," you say, stopping in front of him. "No man alive cares how well his wife can stitch."

"You were with the prince, weren't you?" he asks, standing. He towers over you, but you hold your head high, meeting his gaze.

"Why don't you like him?" you ask. He merely shakes his head.

"It is not a daughter's job to pick her husband," he says, "That duty lies with her father."

"And who would you have me marry instead? A lesser lord of the Westerlands? Someone directly under your control?"

"If that is what I demanded, yes," he says, bracing your arms. "I raised you to obey me, Y/N."

"No, you raised me to cage me," you say, tugging from his grip. "I would be Jacaery's queen! There isn't a more advantageous match out there for me. Yet you refuse to even hear us out, because it is not of your doing!" His face reddens, a telltale sign of his rage. You have never raised your voice to him before, and are now slightly scared of what he may do.

"I think it's time you return to Casterly Rock," he says lowly.

"What?" you ask, momentarily stunned.

"Your time in King's Landing is over," he says firmly. "You have become disobedient and careless."

"Father--"

"Do you think I am the only one who sees it, Y/N?" he asks, taking your hands in his desperately. His eyes are wide and pleading. "Do you think no one saw the two of you in the Godswood today? That no one can see the secret looks you exchange? That family is shameless, and I will have you take no part in it.

"I will not allow your reputation to be ruined by the prince's," he says. Tears begin to form at the finality of his words.

"When do I leave?" you ask, setting your jaw as you fight off the tears.

"I'll escort you the day after tomorrow, so you can make your goodbyes," he says. He can't meet your eyes.

"Very well."

Jace is speechless when you tell him. He found you sitting outside of his chambers the next night, tears streaming down your face. He invited you inside, a hurtle the two of you had yet to pass until then, and held you close while you told him your fate.

"We'll only have tonight," you say quietly.

"Maybe it's for the better."

"How can it be when it separates us?" you ask, looking up at him with watery eyes.

"Just for now," he says, brushing your hair back gingerly. "When things relax, we can try to convince him again."

"How long will that be?" you ask, "He'll have me married off as soon as possible, I know." Jace frowns down at you, his eyes searching for an answer in yours, that he knows he can't find.

"I won't stop fighting for you, Y/N," he says. "I promise."

"I won't either."

"We'll find a way," he says. You nod your head, a new wave of tears incoming, and relax into his chest. He holds you in his arms for a long time, his had tracing patterns along your back. The fire is nearly out in his hearth, and the room grows dark quickly.

"When did he say he wanted you back?"

"Fuck what he said," you say, looking at him intently. "I am not leaving your side tonight." With a hand to his cheek, you bring your lips together. The kiss is slow, a bit salty with the tears streaming down your face, but it is all he has ever wanted. He tries not to think about the fact that this might very well be the last time he ever gets to taste your lips, ever gets to hold you.

But it seems that your thoughts go there as well. Quickly, the kiss turns passionate. Your teeth scrape against his lip, like you can take him with you to Casterly Rock. His hands move down your body, to places he hasn't dared to explore yet. As one, the two of you move, so that he has you pinned to the couch, his body atop yours in a way he's only dreamed about before. You moan into his kiss as his body rocks into yours.

“Y/N,” he says breathlessly, forcing himself to break away from your kiss. Your lips are red, swollen from his touch. Your hair is spread out around you in a cascade of curls. It is torture to see you like this and not bring his body clashing into yours again.

“What?” you ask, your hand trailing down his chest, as if you need to touch him however you can.

“We should stop.”

“Why?”

“If anyone ever found out, you would be disgraced. Your father already doesn’t like me, I don’t want to give him any other reason to—“

“I’ll tell you something right now,” you say, “My good name is mine alone to disgrace. Being here with you now, doesn’t change a single thing about my honor.”

"Are you sure?"

"I need you, Jace," you whisper. You are barely able to finish the words before his mouth meets yours again, fiercer than before. He doesn't stay there too long. He needs to taste you everywhere, savor every moment he's got left with you.

His lips move across your face and down your neck. He loves the sounds you make when he bites down softly, the way your back arches your body into his. He sits the two of you up for just a moment, so that he can pull at the laces along your back.

When the top of your dress falls, he stares at your bare chest for a long moment. You smile at him, your skin flushed.

"You are so beautiful," he says. You grab hold of his face, kissing him again as you fall back onto the couch. Jace palms your breast, kneading gently as you whimper into his mouth. You pull at his clothes, too, until you rip his shirt off over his head.

Skin to skin now, Jace breaks from your lips to kiss down your chest. He lingers for a moment on your breasts, but his need to take you is growing too urgent. He moves down lower, tugging your dress down with him until you are fully exposed to him.

"Y/N," he says on a sigh, marveling at the sight of you.

"I love you."

"I love you," he says, dropping his lips to the folds at your center. The moan you let out is nearly enough to send him over, but he won't deny himself the opportunity to feel what it's like to be inside of you. He focuses on your pleasure, kissing the sensitive bud at the apex of your thigh, watching your face with rapt attention, seeing what action makes you cry out, which makes you thrust into him.

When you cry out his name, his watches proudly as your body clenches, waves of pleasure roll through you. Jace keeps up his actions for a few moments longer, tasting and savoring the moment as you come down.

When he sits up, he watches the rise and fall of your chest, the satisfied smile on your face. He kisses your lips passionately, treasuring the little sounds of happiness you make as he does.

He drops his trousers next, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. He presses into you slowly, barely able to keep his control, his need is so great. You gasp as you take him in, grabbing hold of his shoulders. He begins to rock into you, his movements gentle. As your sounds become more frequent, he picks up his pace, until the only sound he can hear is your cries of pleasure, and the collision of your two bodies.

He comes soon after that, his body collapsing on top of yours. For a long while, the two of you lay there, sweaty and happy, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.

"Jace," you say on a breath, breaking the silence first.

"Yes, my love?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

"This cannot be the last time," you say, cupping his cheek.

"It won't be. We'll find a way, I swear."

It's early morning when you return to your chambers. Your father collects you an hour later, and although the look he gives you suggests that he knows where you were, thankfully, he doesn't say anything.

The journey to Casterly Rock is long, taking nearly three weeks, and the entire time, your thoughts are on Jace. You bring him up a few times with your father, but after the most recent, he stops looking at you, stops speaking altogether, and rides astride his horse, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

When the news of King Viserys's death breaks, you hear it from your lady's maid. You shoo her away when she tries to finish braiding your hair. You know you should feel sad - Viserys was a great king, and had been sick for a long time. The last time you saw him, he looked like a walking corpse, and you had to avert your gaze.

But his passing means that Rhaenyra will be crowned queen. She will return from Dragonstone, where she fled just a week after you left King's Landing, and Jace with her.

You run from your chambers and burst into your parents' quarters, and find them talking in hushed, urgent tones. Your mother turns at your arrival and the look on her face scares you. There is panic in her gaze, mixed with a sadness that seems to grow when she sees you.

"Y/N," she says softly.

"I just heard the news."

"Yes."

"I expect we'll be leaving for King's Landing soon?" you ask, looking to your father. "For Princess Rhaenyra's coronation?"

"My dear," your mother says, a hand out to call you to her side. "Maybe you should sit down."

"What is it?" you ask as she sits you down in front of their empty hearth.

"Rhaenyra is not going to be queen," your father says.

"What do you mean?"

"Aegon has been crowned."

"He usurped the throne?" you ask in shock. "Are we gathering our bannerman? Should we--"

"Y/N," your father says with a sigh, taking your hands as he sits across from you. "We won't be calling our bannerman. We are supporting King Aegon."

"You swore allegiance to Rhaenyra," you say icily, looking between your parents' faces.

"I can't explain it all to you, daughter. There is much you don't understand."

"Uncle Tyland?" you ask quietly. Certainly, your level-headed uncle would see reason, when your father could not.

"He sits upon Aegon's small council," your father says.

"How long has this been planned?" you ask, moving away from your parents. The room suddenly feels too suffocating. Watching them, waiting for their response, you catch a quick look between your parents.

"How long have you known about this, Father?" you ask, stepping closer to look him in the eye.

"Rhaenyra was never going to be queen," he says lowly. "Regardless of the parentage of her sons. Although, that certainly didn't help her cause." You pull back from him, a look of disgust on your face. "And Aegon will make a good king."

"What will happen to Rhaenyra? To her sons?" you ask, the second question coming out broken. He doesn't answer. You look to your mother, hoping for some words of support from her, but she shares the same sad look on her own face.

"You've known this for so long . . ." you say, thoughts racing, "That's why you wouldn't approve an engagement between Prince Jacaerys and I."

"Yes," he says, "And I won't feel sorry for it. He'll be killed, no doubt. I don't want the same fate for you."

"But Daddy," you cry, calling him by a name you haven't in years, feeling as helpless as if you were still that child, "I love him!"

"It's already done, Y/N," he says, pain in his eyes. You let out a strangled sound before sliding down the wall.

"I'm having his baby," you say through a sob.

"What?" your mother asks urgently, crouching at your side. "What do you mean?" But no words come to you. The tears are falling too fast, any words choked by hiccupping.

Eventually, they bring you to your room. They both asked more questions about the baby, but you don't answer them, you can't. You don't trust them.

Your father had known this fate would befall Rhaenyra, would befall her sons. He knew you loved Jace, and he still let it all happen.

The next morning, your mother comes into your room. Her eyes are bloodshot, with dark circles underneath them. She brings you a cup of tea and kisses your forehead, before she says anything.

"Tell me about the baby," she says. "Are you certain?"

"No," you admit, bringing your knees to your chest. "But I haven't had my blood in a few weeks." Your mother nods and looks down sadly at her own drink.

"You'll need to drink moon tea," your mother says softly.

"I won't."

"Then you'll need to get married immediately, and claim the child as your new husband's."

"I won't do that either."

"Y/N," she begins with a sigh.

"You've already slammed the door on my whole world, I won't let you take this one last piece of him I have. If I am to have his child, I will keep it and I won't claim it as anyone else's."

"You'll be ruined," she says. "And if Aegon finds out that your child is Jacaerys's--"

"He won't. Nobody needs to know."

"Your father won't like this," she says gently. "You do not wish to make him angry."

"He's been angry. I've made my decision."

The next week, your cycle arrives, and you cry all day long.

"Sending another raven?" Rhaenyra asks, stepping out onto the cool balcony beside Jace. He gives her a tight lipped smile and nods. "Have you heard back from her?"

"Here and there," he says. He has been sending ravens to you for the past two weeks.

"I'm sorry your feelings fell into the middle of this mess."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Mother," he says seriously. She gives him a sad smile, a palm to his cheek.

"Baela tells me you have a plan to get her out," she says. Jace looks at her with wide eyes. He hadn't technically asked her permission, and what he was doing would be dangerous for their position.

"I know I should have told you," he starts.

"Yes, you should have. I would like to help," she says. She laughs at the bewildered look on Jace's face. "Do you think I would let you suffer here, knowing she's there, probably suffering too? Tell me your plan, Jace."

So he does. He gives her the same instructions he just sent to you. She gives him her support, while offering a few suggestions. She leaves him on the balcony after, giving him space to think over his plan, and to try and quell the hope building up inside of him.

All he is waiting for is one word from you, and he will enact this plan.

A day later, a raven knocks at his window, waking him from sleep. He leaps up immediately to grab its message, and finds just one word, written in your handwriting.

Yes.

On the morning of your escape, you awake with a smile on your face. It has been weeks since you felt anything at all. Your lady's maid enters into the room to ready you for the day, and you greet her, "Good morning."

"Good morning, My Lady," she says, looking at you in bewilderment. You're not sure you've spoken to her since you arrived at Casterly Rock. "I trust you slept well, then?"

"The best yet," you say.

As she moves about the room, getting your clothing together, you make sure to pick out the dullest dress in your wardrobe. When she sits you down to do your hair, you have her tuck your tendrils into a woven braid. Everything for indiscretion, or this plan will not work out.

When you walk into the breakfast room, your parents are gathered around a table. You give them a kind smile, playing the part of the dutiful daughter, knowing that your plans for escape were all laid.

"Good morning," your mother says, an air of suspicion in her voice.

"Morning," you say, sitting down next to her. "Good morning, Father."

"You haven't forgotten about your commitment today, I hope?" your father asks.

"No, I remember I am meeting with Lord Lannys today," you say innocently. He studies you for a moment like he doesn't believe you, but then his expression changes, or he forces it to. He forces himself to believe that you have finally pulled out of your darkness.

"Perhaps I'll accompany you down there," he says, "It's been a while since I have checked in on Lannisport."

"No," you say quickly. "You said you'd let me go with just a few guards."

"So I did."

"I have so little freedom," you say, "Am I to be chaperoned every day of my life?" The look on your father's face is one of remembrance, that this is the behavior he expects from his daughter.

"You will stay close to your guards," he says firmly.

"Of course."

"Our world is not as safe as it once was."

"I know."

"Very well."

You thank him and your mother, and when you bid them farewell, it is bittersweet. You try to see them as the loving parents you had when you were younger, but now you only see the causes of your heartbreak, and know that you're making the right call.

"When will she be here?" Joffrey asks impatiently, for the third time.

"Soon, I think," Jace answers.

"Why has it taken so long?"

"You don't have to wait with me, Joff," he says with a look to the younger boy. "It takes a long time to get here from the Westerlands."

In his plan, Jace had wanted to assure that your route would not be easily followable. The plan was for you to go to Lannisport and get aboard a ship that would take you to Seaguard. From there, you would travel by horse to Gulltown, where the Arryns would assure you passage to Dragonstone.

Yesterday, he got word that you arrived to Gulltown safely. If all went well, you would be in Dragonstone anytime now.

But the waiting was agony. Many times, Jace thought about saddling Vermax and flying out to you, just to get one glimpse of you. He knew himself, though, and knew that if he saw you, even from the air, he wouldn't want to let you out of his sights. He needed to wait patiently.

He was as bad as Joffrey, though.

When he finally sees your ship on the horizon, his heart starts beating faster. He rushes from his balcony and makes his way through the castle. Joffrey tries to keep up, but Jace loses him somewhere along the steps leading down to the shore.

Jace gets to the pier just as the small boat does. He doesn't think he is breathing as you step off the boat. Your eyes are searching for his and when they find him, a smile breaks across your face. You run towards him and he does the same, meeting you in the middle of the pier.

The second you are in his arms, you break down into tears. You cling to every part of him, your hands needing to touch him, needing to know that he is well. He realizes he is doing the same, his hand tangled in your hair, the other on your back.

"Oh, it's so good to see you," you say, pulling back just enough to look him over. Before Jace can say anything, you kiss him quickly, but fiercely.

"I'm so glad you're here," he says, hugging you again. You laugh, squeezing him just as tight.

"You're probably exhausted," he says, taking your hand and leading you back towards the castle. "You've had a long journey."

"Just a month," you say with a shrug, making him laugh.

"Well, you deserve your rest. I'll bring you right to my room," he says, "But there's one thing you'll have to do first."

"What's that?" you ask, furrowing your brow.

"Speak to my mother."

Dragonstone castle is not that much different from King's Landing, but it's unfamiliar, and unwelcoming. At least, the men sitting around Rhaenyra are. As you stand before them, some of your courage starts to slip.

"I am relieved to see you here safely, Lady Y/N," Rhaenyra says with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. She stands and moves closer to you.

"I am sorry for having to do this, but seeing as your house has pledged their support to my brother, I have to ask where you allegiance lies," she says, stopping in front of you.

"With you, of course," you say immediately.

"You must know the risks, Y/N," she says, "You could very well be killed for supporting my claim and Jace's." For a moment, you glance back at your prince, and gather strength from his encouraging look.

"I'd burn my whole life down before I listen to another second of my father's scheming, and well before I bend the knee to Aegon Targaryen," you say.

"I love your son very much, I would never do anything to jeopardize his future, or yours, My Queen." Rhaenyra gives you a smile that is so much like her sons. She nods her head.

"Thank you, Y/N. Welcome to Dragonstone."

"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. Before you can even turn around, Jace's hand is in yours. He is looking down at you with a smile.

"Come on," he says, pulling on your hand gently. He leads you through the castle, up to his chambers, which will now be your own, he explains.

Once the doors close behind you, he is upon you, wrapping you in his arms as he kisses you. You smile into the kiss, realizing that this is not a dream, or just a passing moment. You'll get to stay in his arms for the rest of your lives.

"I love you," you say when you break away. "Thank you for getting me out of there."

"You're my lady, Y/N," he says, "And very soon I'll make you my princess. Of course I sent for you. I love you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body into his again as your lips connect again.

"You must be exhausted," he says breathlessly. "You'll want to sleep."

"All I want is right here."

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[moirindeclermont]

I know many of you have been waiting for this. Today's episode of "All Polin's First Time We Didn't See" is about a specific belt (thanks @bookgamer) and Pen having the time of their lives while torturing her dear husband in the best way possible.

One night, she confesses to Colin that sometimes her mind brings her back to their first time, and somehow she is stuck on the image of him undoing his belt, and that she wants to tie him to the bed and have her way with him.

Of course, Colin accepts. He loves it when Pen takes the reins in their bedroom, and this step feels natural and almost inevitable.

Setting everything up takes a couple of days so they are not disturbed and everything is prepared. Of course, he has his belt on, and there are some water and snacks by the bedside table—they have learned what's needed in time. The safe word is always "Plant."

He stands half-naked and kneels, waiting for instruction. They have played this game in reverse, so they know the rules quite well. Pen enters the room, and Colin has to control himself to try to look at her, knowing how magnificent she would be. "Colin, you may look," says Pen with confidence. He breathes in relief, only to gasp the moment he sees her. She has a dark green robe, the nightgown under is also dark green, and still, he can see the aura of her nipple. A goddess waiting for him.

She gets close and lifts his chin with her fingers, making him shiver.

"I take it you approve," she says, and he nods. Bloody hell, they haven't even started yet, and he is already aching. She looks at him, passing her hands on his curls. "You may get up. Go on the bed and present the belt to me," she added after a moment, releasing him.

He scrambles to get to his feet and on the bed. He takes the belt away from his pants and presents the belt to her, almost like a sacrifice.

Pen takes the belt from his hands, kissing him briefly on his lips. "Such a nice obedient husband I have," she purrs in his ears.

"Lie down and grasp on the head post," she adds in the same voice, and he can only comply

Pen gets to close the belt around his hand, and he is at the perfect height to suck a nipple into his mouth. Usually, he would not wait, but this time is different.

"Wife... may I suck your nipple?" Pen looks at him, smiling, "Since you asked so well, then yes you may".

He proceeds through the robe and the nightgown, but he guesses that Pen must feel it all the same since her breath gets a bit faster. He tries to go to the other one, but Pen scolds him. "I told you yes for one, not for two," she says mischievously, standing on her knees as she admires her work. He could free himself if he wanted to, but there is something nice and intense about giving up control. He is Pen's for tonight. To do as she sees fit.

"I prepared something for you," she whispers. The robe is down her shoulders now, the nightgown leaving only a thin veil of dark green on her skin. She lies down on the opposite side of the bed, her legs suddenly spread in front of him, his instinct telling him to move, but he can't. Pen now laughs. "Nah, nah, nah, you'll stay there while I touch myself. Then I'm going to take my pleasure with you. Colin, don't you dare come, am I making myself clear?"

Colin whines now but nods nevertheless. His wife knows that patience is not his strong suit. "Eyes on me, husband," the siren calls, and Colin is not strong enough to resist. He looks at her, her hands already playing with the hard nubs on her chest, and he feels like his brain is going without blood.

"I can feel you look at me even with my eyes closed, Colin," she tells him, on hand playing with the end of the nightgown until she finds what she is looking for.

He can see her arousal grow, and he is so frustrated he can't go and take care of that himself. He already wants to beg Pen to free him. This is so much harder than he anticipated. It is pure torture. Pen touch herself, a couple of fingers already inside her, and she moans. He moans in response, unable to stay still with his hips. She looks at him and smirks. "You are so pretty like this husband," she murmurs, collecting some of her pleasure for him to taste. He sucks those fingers hungrily.

"Let's take this out," she tells him, taking away his breeches. His dick jumps, finally free, and Pen does not hesitate a bit, taking in her dainty hand and pumping it a couple of times. Then, she is straddling him, grinding herself on him, and he is fighting not to release. He doesn't know how he is going to resist once he is inside her.

He doesn't have to wonder much because Pen seems incapable of waiting, and the moment after, he slides into her, making both of them gasp in delight.

She is using him, and it is glorious. She is riding him, scratching his nipple with her nails, and he can't do anything besides stay as still as he can, trying to think of anything as not to come. He watches her, enthralled by her search for her pleasure, and he vows he will stay there, not coming, as long as she needs to. It's a sight he would never forget.

"Pen, free me," he says unable to resist, he wants to touch her, but she looks at him and chuckle, doubling down on her riding.

She comes once like this, her core almost sending him to the edge, but he obeys her order. "Give me another husband, and then I'll free you," she whispers, and this time she lies down on top of him. "You can move your legs," she says, and he understands she wants him to work. It's hard to move like that, but he plants his feet on the bed and goes for depth instead of speed while her tits pressing on him are driving him crazy. He is a sweaty mess when she comes a second time, moaning her name.

"Please, Pen. Please," and she moves slowly to release him. "You beg so prettily, husband," as they kissed deeply. When he is free, his hands go immediately to her face. "You're so good at this Pen. So good," he flips them over. "I want to come inside you, Pen. Can I do it?" and she nods, open to him as he is to her. It doesn't take long; both are overstimulated at that point. He sees white when he finally comes, Pen keeping him inside her as her core is milking him.

He almost collapses on top of her. They will clean themselves soon, but they are now basking in the afterglow, sharing the most tender kisses as they murmur sweet nothings on each other lips. "You're so good", "You make me feel so powerful", "I love you", and now Colin gets her obsession with that belt... he might buy one more just in case she wants to take it...

I accept request! Please write me your favourite first, and I will bring it to life. Let me know what you think of this one as I hug (or shake hands, or thank you, depending on your boundaries. Each and every one of you for following me on this journey.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Sebek Zigvolt - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"I shall speak quickly!!"

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Hm... I think this should be the route my lord should take to today's ceremony.

Crowley: Ah, good timing. Zigvolt-kun!

Sebek: Headmage…? I was not aware of any meetings you may have with my liege…

Crowley: Am I not allowed to casually speak to my own students?

Crowley: Although actually, I was hoping you could help me prepare for the ceremony we are holding later. We are currently a little short-handed.

Crowley: There are two things I wish to request.

Crowley: First is escorting the guests. Second is to carry chairs and desks from Ramshackle.

Crowley: Both are simple tasks. Would you attend to these?

Sebek: Since it is a personal request from the Headmage yourself, I shall not refuse. I accept.

Sebek: Although, it is very evident that more assistance would be needed…

Crowley: Ah, no need to worry about that. I've already wrangled up three other fantastic helping hands.

Crowley: Or perhaps I should actually say it's 3 pairs of human hands, and one with paws…?

Grim: Myaaaaaaah!! I never said I was gonna help!

1. We have to. 2. Good students would do the tasks given them.

Jamil: Headmage, I would appreciate this being over with swiftly.

Sebek: Grim and [Yuu], huh. And the Vice Housewarden from Scarabia.

Sebek: Two scrawny humans and a small animal. I don't mean to be rude, but will these three be sufficient?

Jamil: If you have any complaints, you can ask someone else, then.

Crowley: Now, now. Grim-kun and [Yuu]-kun are probably the most knowledgeable when it comes to Ramshackle.

Crowley: Please have the two of them show you exactly where the chairs and desks are stored. Now then, I'll leave it to you all.

Jamil: So, that basically means [Yuu] and Grim will be getting the chairs and desks.

Sebek: It'll take all day if I leave it to just you two. I'll help as well.

Grim: The way you say that kinda pisses me off!

Sebek: I simply spoke the truth. How many chairs are you able to even carry in those little paws of yours?

Jamil: Hey, no fighting. I guess that means I'll be escorting the guests. [Yuu], look after these two.

Sebek: I cannot allow anything to keep my lord waiting for me. We should finish these tasks as quickly as possible.

Sebek: Hey, you two. Hurry and take me to Ramshackle, already.

Grim: Don't be tryin' to boss me around just 'cause you're bigger than me!

[Ramshackle Dorm – Hallway]

Sebek: So, this is the room with all the chairs and desks, I see. Then, allow me…

1. If you try to open it too forcefully… 2. We haven't started cleaning that room yet!

Grim: Yahoo, just slam that sucker open!

[SLAM!!]

Sebek: Urgh!? [cough, cough] Wh-what's with all the dust…!? It's as though it has been neglected for decades...

Grim: Myaha! Serves you right!

Sebek: Grim, you little… [cough] If you keep messing around, we'll never finish our tasks!

Grim: Hrk… Guess this guy has a point somehow…

Sebek: [sigh] …The room is one thing, but it looks like the chairs and desks aren't that dusty.

Sebek: However, it's not like they can be used as they are now. I'll bring them outside the room, so you two should wipe them down quickly.

1. Got it! 2. You good with that, Grim?

Grim: Hrrrrn～ Then, I guess I'll go and do ya the honor of grabbing a rag for ya! You better thank me!

Sebek: A good retainer knows that action speak louder than words. Hurry and bring that cleaning cloth already.

Grim: Mrraaah! You're just so annoyin'!

Sebek: Alright. I've finished carrying out all the chairs and desks. Have you finished wiping them all down?

Grim: Oh, yeah, we're done! They're all spick and span!

Sebek: Time to carry these to the Mirror Chamber, then. It may take us a few trips to carry all of these.

Sebek: Hup…

Grim: Myah!? You sure you can just carry 8 chairs like that!?

Sebek: Of course, this small amount is no problem whatsoever.

Grim: I-I can totally do that too, I just gotta use magic… Hyah! Myaah～?

Sebek: You're too shaky. It's much more efficient to carry these by hand while in a narrow corridor, instead of attempting to use magic.

Sebek: Hurry, we must away.

1. Then, I'll carry a desk. 2. Upsy-daisy…

Sebek: ! Hey, careful! I'm stacking the chairs right here, if you just haphazardly try to lift it like that…

Grim: Ah, watch out! The chairs are about ta fall!

Sebek: Urk!

[rattle, rattle]

Sebek: ...Whew, somehow I kept it from toppling over.

Sebek: [Yuu], how long to you intend on using my arms as a shield? I need you to move.

1. S-Sorry. 2. Thank you.

Sebek: I see your powerless human self is in full force. I cannot leave this to you, I'll carry the desks as well.

Sebek: It generally falls to me to carry heavy items in Diasomnia, as well.

1. They really rely on you, huh. 2. You're really strong, huh.

Sebek: Heh. Well, that's because I train every day so as I can protect my liege, Malleus-sama.

Sebek: SO IT IS ONLY NATURAL THAT BOTH MY LEIGE AND LILIA-SAMA WOULD SOLICIT MY ABILITIES!!!!!!!

Sebek: Why, just the other day, I had my lord's lab coat...

Grim: Myah! Look, [Yuu], Sebek! Carryin' chairs with magic's easy-peasy!

Sebek: H-Hey, keep an eye forward! You're going to bump into the corner!!

[crash!]

Grim: Myaaaah! I'm trapped under all the chairs! …Help meeee～!

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Headmage, all the chairs and desks have been brought over here to the Mirror Chamber! …Headmaster, are you here!?

Jamil: Apparently, the Headmaster is entertaining the guests before the ceremony begins. He left just as I arrived a moment ago.

Sebek: I see… Then, what should be done about these chairs and desks?

Jamil: I made sure to ask how they were to be arranged, so I'll instruct you on what to do. [sigh] …It really seems like we got the short end of the stick.

Grim: Seriously! I'm gonna be pooped before the ceremony even starts!

Sebek: Nothing will get done if all you do is sit there and complain. We should finish this task quickly.

1. Let's do our best! 2. Yeah!

Jamil: Alright, then. I'll assign you what you need to do now, so make sure you listen well.

Sebek: Hup, whew… And, this chair should be here in this row.

Grim: Hrrrrn～ I can't get 'em to line up nicely with magic!

Sebek: You should just do what [Yuu] is doing and line them up by hand. …Hm? Are those chairs over there flying in a row into position?

Jamil: Hyah… There we go.

Grim: Myaaah! That's no fair, he gets to move all the chairs with magic!

Sebek: Urk… Well, there's nothing to be done about it, we're still learning how to more acutely control magic…!

Sebek: …I must quickly learn to control my magic more precisely. I am constantly training to do so, and yet…

1. Oh, is that so. 2. You're really serious about this.

Sebek: That's right. A task of this level would be child's play to my liege, and yet, here I am, still a fledgling…!

Grim: [pant, gasp] …What, you saying this liege-guy is really that amazing or something?

Sebek: Only his retainers may address him as 'my liege'! You should address him as the Mighty Malleus Draconia-sama.

Grim: You say, actin' all high and mighty. Then you should call me the Up-and-Coming Great Mage Grim-sama!

Jamil: Hey, you two. If you have time to stand there and argue, get to work. Don't you want to finish this up quickly?

Sebek: This is not an argument!!!! I am merely enlightening an ungrateful soul on my lord's splendid self.

Sebek: In any case, he is incredible. I'm sure you all heard of his exploits in last years' inter-dorm Spelldrive tournament!

Grim: Myah…?

1. His exploits…? 2. I really don't know.

Sebek: WH-WHAT!!?

Sebek: I cannot believe that there are creatures here in Twisted Wonderland who has absolutely no knowledge of his indomitable achievements…!?

Sebek: Well then, I shall enlighten you. I had not been enrolled here yet, however I was watching the match from the stands.

Sebek: Absolutely no one could hold a candle to the prowess of Diasomnia under my liege's leadership. It was a completely one-sided game.

Sebek: He summoned grand mountains that pierced the sky near the goal, so as to keep the opponent players from coming close…

Sebek: On top of that, the skies roared with thunder, just as if he were the Thorn Fairy of the Great Seven herself!

Grim: He made mountains and thunder!? If that's true, then this guy's too amazing!

Jamil: It feels a little more exaggerated than I remember, but… Yeah, that's about right, more or less.

Sebek: Aha! You sure know your stuff, for a human!

Jamil: Don't just attach yourself to me like that all of a sudden! You should probably leave off bragging about your lord for later. We're getting tired just listening to it.

Sebek: However this is nowhere near enough to grasp just how great he is…

Jamil: We know that Malleus-senpai is so wonderful you can't help but brag, yes, yes! …Sigh.

Jamil: I will say, I am envious of your ability to respect your Housewarden so strongly.

Sebek: Hrm… Is that not so with the Scarabia Housewarden?

Jamil: I'd rather not comment on that any further, but essentially, it means there are many different types of Housewardens.

Grim: Yeah, but you two're always hangin' out, I always thought you guys were friends.

Jamil: We've been together since we were born. It's not surprising that it would seem that way to outsiders.

Sebek: SINCE YOU WERE BORN!!??

Jamil: L-Lower your voice! What are you on now!?

Sebek: I-I envy you…!

Jamil: …Really?

Sebek: I would have loved to have been serving Malleus-sama since I was born…!

Jamil: Well that's… I mean, Malleus-senpai is much older than you, so wouldn't it have been impossible for you to have looked after him anyway?

Sebek: Urgh… Why couldn't I have been born far earlier…?!

Grim: Man, this guy get's real annoying real fast when it comes to that Malleus guy.

1. Did that make you sad? 2. Cheer up.

Jamil: [sigh] …If we can finish setting up early, I'll listen to all you have to say about Malleus-senpai. So lend me a hand, already.

Sebek: R-Really!?

Grim: Myah!? He just went from sad and depressed to jumping all over the place!

Jamil: Geez… Why does it have to take this long just to set up some chairs and desks…

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Sebek: Here, I've made tea. And don't hesitate to ask for another cup when you need it.

Grim: Wooah～ It smells good. [Yuu], give me some sugar!

Jamil: I'll say this now, but this is only until the ceremony begins. If we factor in travel back, there isn't much time to sit and dawdle!

Sebek: Fine by me. I must also escort my liege to the ceremony, as well! Therefore, I shall speak quickly!!

Grim: Sebek's really into it, huh.

Jamil: When I said we'd listen to him brag about Malleus-sama's exploits… I didn't think he would actually take it seriously…

Jamil: He's like a whole different person whenever it comes to Malleus-senpai. It's pretty troublesome when someone has nothing but pure admiration like this.

Sebek: Hm, is something the matter? Now, which tale should I begin with…

Requested by @olivebranch311.

[lynnuvo]

Golden Retriever's Leash

Characters: Midoriya Izuku x Female (Y/N)

If there's one thing anyone knows about Midoriya Izuku, it was that he was the sweetest boy in all of UA. His kindness and seemingly never-ending flow of support played a great part in your romantic interest in him, after all. Fueled by his oblivious encouragement, you surprised Midoriya with a date consisting of some of his favorite activities and merch to ask him out. He was a blushing mess and cried on the spot, sputtering acceptance between sobs. After being bullied for years and being fixated on his quirkless or now-quirk-filled body, he hadn't expected anyone to see him in such a light.

But the truth was that more than a couple did. You just happened to have the balls to get to him first.

It was unfortunate you weren't in his class. After learning about what happened at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ), you were quick to ask for his number that day in the cafeteria. His classmates' gushing made your insides swirl, but you continued, telling Midoriya you wanted to learn more about him. He--with a face as red as a tomato--happily gave it to you. Since then, you both messaged pretty often and went on a few hangouts outside of school. With trouble brewing about with villains, however, Midoriya had been messaging less, and you two haven't gotten to hang out as much.

Your classmates and even some students outside of class gushed about how lucky you were to have Midoriya by your side, but you knew there were at least a few that were jealous. Or at least you guessed. Though you displayed confidence about the security of your relationship to your friends, a part of you was anxious about him losing feelings. This was especially so now that he lived in a dorm with his entire class.

One day, you were leaving class when you heard your name being called. You turned to the right to find Midoriya in his school uniform, with his tie still not properly done, rushing over to you. His smile was beaming so hard, you would have been blinded if it were possible.

"Midoriya-kun, nice to see you," you greeted with a smile, ignoring the gushes of your friends as they hurried to leave you alone with your lover. "It's not often you come all the way to my class. What's up?"

"Oh--uh--I just missed you is all," he replied with a blush. One of his hands grasped yours. "It's been so hectic lately. I was thinking maybe...seeing you would make my day better. Can I walk you back to your dorm?"

You chuckled. "Better yet, why don't we go sit in the courtyard? I missed you too. Let's talk before we have to go back!'

"Really?! That'd be great! Yes please!"

You both headed to his dorm for your spontaneous date. His classmates waved upon noticing your presence, and a couple of the girls made noises that sent Midoriya into a blushing mess. His class has met you a few times, all of which you managed to squeeze in free time to be somewhere around them. Most of their welcoming aura, however, likely resulted due to Midoriya sharing cute pictures of you to them and gushing about how in love he was. At least, that was what you knew according to Mina Ashido.

Once you both settled on a bench, you stretched your arms. "Ah, it feels good to hang out again. Are you busy this afternoon?"

His smile fell a bit. "I am, unfortunately. I was hoping to ask you on a date, but I need to prepare for my Provisional Hero License Exam. It's really important."

"I know it's important to you, love. I don't know what hero would exist without one," you chuckled, ruffling his fluffy green hair. You reached into your bag and pulled out a bento box and a pair of chopsticks. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish the leftovers from lunch. Would you like to try some?"

"I'm okay, don't worry! You don't have much left, so you should eat them all."

"It's fine. You won't hurt me by trying my cooking again."

"I wouldn't want you to go hungry later because of that one scoop though. Oh! Hold on! I almost forgot!"

Your boyfriend dug through his backpack and withdrew a box of chocolates with an adorable red bow wrapped around it. As he undid it, he explained, "I was visiting the grocery store the other day when I ran into a student here at UA in their uniform still. I don't know why they were outside UA in their uniform since it's especially dangerous, considering the USJ attack. I was in my civilian clothes because of that. Maybe they were running a quick errand before heading back to the dorms? Um. Anyway, she saw me and ran away almost immediately. I was freaking out and wondered if I did something to offend her that badly, but then she came back while I was at the register with this box. She said she just bought it and wanted to give it to me."

The excitement you had for the chocolates faded away the more he spoke. Maintaining a smile the best you could, you took a piece of chocolate he offered and asked, "Why did she give you chocolates?"

"She said it was because I was cool and thought it could help me relax," he answered with a slight blush. You'd learned a long while ago that his blushes were prone to emotions of different kinds, but your stomach churned despite your brain acknowledging he was probably just flustered at the praise. "I said thanks and thought about giving it to you."

"Awww, that's...so sweet, love." You ate the chocolate and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for thinking about me, but it doesn't feel right for me to eat something meant for you."

He frowned. "Please? Do you not like it?"

"Oh, no! It's delicious. I just...."

"If you like it, don't hesitate to eat. Pretty please? I'll try your leftovers in exchange for you eating some more chocolate."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "I just can't resist an offer like that from you, can I?"

The two of you spent the rest of the hour you had together chatting about classes and what else has been going on in your lives. It didn't take long to finish eating, and you both decided to conclude your meeting then. Once you both parted, your mind returned to the girl who gifted your lover the chocolates. Even as you tried to fall asleep, your heart was heavy while your mind conjured up different scenarios that endangered your relationship. Although you doubted that Midoriya would ever betray you, security wasn't set in stone. You two have been together for less than a year, and people could be unpredictable.

A few weeks went by. You and Midoriya privately celebrated the acquisition of his new license by enjoying dinner at a restaurant. The boy was all nerves, a cute sight. He'd never been on a date until he met you. Despite having been on several since then, a meal in a dimly lit, fancy location set such a romantic tone. You both shared a gentle kiss at the end of the night. Things were looking up for you two.

Until Midoriya came up to you with another gift from a girl.

And another.

One was flowers and another was an All Might keychain, both to celebrate his accomplishments thus far. Now, you didn't like thinking of yourself as the jealous type. It was smarter to acknowledge that those gifts were likely given with his well intent. But what bothered you was that not only was Midoriya not reassuring you, but he was also clearly oblivious. Despite knowing you needed to either talk to him or figure out how to dissolve your emotional conflict yourself, you opted for the second. It'd be less embarrassing for him to not know this side of you.

What made you sad upon thinking about it shifted into agitation when you were approached by a girl in one of the Support classes. You had just finished a mathematics test. After a night of cramming information, all you wanted to do was go to your room and take a fat nap. Alas, lunch was in the way, but you could use some energy. While you were in line, she tapped you on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, I hope this isn't too invasive to ask, but do you and Midoriya-san know each other personally?" she questioned, twiddling her fingers. "I've seen you two talk in the halls a couple times; that's why I ask."

You nodded. "Uh--yes. How come?"

"Well, I was wondering...um...sorry this is embarrassing."

You smiled and ushered her in front of you. She didn't have a lunch box and didn't reject your indirect offer to enter the line. "It's okay. You can tell me."

"Thank you, thank you." She bowed before taking a deep breath. "Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"

Your heart dropped. "Oh. Are you interested in him?"

She nodded, hands shooting to cup her cheeks. "Yes! I've been admiring him for a while. I saw this other girl give him flowers and was wondering if those two might be together. Maybe I lost my chance..."

"Oh, no. Um. They're not dating."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. Me and him are."

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as she let out a gasp. "You?! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

You chuckled. "It's fine, really. We haven't had much time to see each other during school, so he's been without me lately. Otherwise, we hold hands sometimes."

"Aww, that's so cute! Congratulations!"

You were grateful she was such a kind girl, but it unsettled you how sought after your boyfriend really was. It made you wonder at night if he received even "closer" treatment from his female classmates. It irked you. It ate at you. It made your stomach flip to think about too much.

Your last straw came on what was supposed to be a happy day. Classes were preparing for the school festival, an event you'd been dying to participate in. If any Japanese school's festival was meant to be eye-catching, then UA's was bound to be one of--if not--the best. Midoriya had been messaging you about Eri, a child he'd saved during his internship with Pro Hero Sir Nighteye. You were relieved to hear both he and the girl were safe. He promised to make up for your worries by giving you the "best festival experience ever!"

You were really looking forward to it until the day you came over to his class while they were building their set outside. His peers invited you over to help, but it ended up being the guys encouraging you to sit and catch up with Midoriya while they handled the heavy work. Urakaka, a sweet soul, gave you a glass of lemonade along with the rest of the class.

As you two talked, a notification from Midoriya's phone made him reach for it out of his pocket. He smiled and showed it to you. "I almost forgot. Do you remember the girl who gave me flowers?"

Your lips tightened into a smile. "Yes. What about her?"

"She came by my class last week and asked for my number. I gave it to her, and we've been making great conversation! She's nice and really encouraging. And guess what? She also collects All Might figures!" He leaned forward with sparkles in his eyes. "She invited me to come to an All Might event at the mall! I didn't even know one was happening! Isn't that cool?"

"Yes, dear. Does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"Um. Not yet. The topics of our talks have been on All Might, classes, and other stuff. Not about relationships."

Without wasting a second, you set your glass of lemonade on a table, stood, and walked away.

Midoriya called your name and raced over to you, but you yanked his hand off your shoulder and continued storming away from your boyfriend. Your chest quaked as tears escaped your eyes. You wiped them away to avoid unwanted attention, though you were likely already getting it from the distancing chatter of Class 1A. Even though you should probably have let your classmates know you were turning in for the day, you stormed all the way to your room and locked yourself inside. Sobs escaped your mouth at last. Throughout the rest of the day, your phone buzzed with messages and missed calls from the green-haired boy, but you didn't have the energy nor desire to answer them. A couple classmates came to check on you, but they got the hint to give you some space after a small talk.

You knew you couldn't avoid the situation long, though. When you woke the next morning, you turned on your phone to find apology after apology from Midoriya. He begged to see you and talk, and he apologized for bringing up another girl into the conversation. You sighed and messaged for the next time he'd be available to meet privately. He messaged back immediately that he can come over to your dorm as soon as possible. You hesitated before replying that he can come over in the afternoon and sent directions to your room. He'd never been to your dorm before, but luckily, it was a weekend, and you were sure your classmates wouldn't mind him coming over after they noticed your gloomy demeanor.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye while you readied yourself and your room for his arrival. A knock sounded on your door, and you opened it to find Midoriya holding a bouquet of your favorite colored flowers.

You let out a heartless laugh. "Is this one from another girl?"

He sucked in a breath of air and bit his lip. "No. This one is for you. Can I please come in and talk to you, (Y/N)-chan?"

"Sure." You stepped aside and gestured him to sit on the bed. He did so after handing over the flowers, their sweet smell tickling your nose. As much as you wanted to bury your head in his display of affection, you set the bouquet on your desk and sat next to him. "Hon, I'm sorry for walking off so suddenly yesterday, but we need to talk."

He nodded. "I know. I know what I did wrong."

"What did you do wrong?"

"I..." His eyes fell to your lap. "I kept on accepting gifts from other girls, and I let them get too close to me. I talked with Mina since she seemed to know more about relationships than I do, and she told me that...I wasn't really good at making myself look taken. She was there most of the time when those other girls came up, except for the one with the chocolates. She told me I should have rejected those gifts."

"Do you believe her?"

"I...I do, but I don't want to be mean to those girls."

"I understand. I do, really," you told him, resting one of your hands on his. "But it's not as much the fact you're accepting their gifts that makes me upset."

"It's not?"

You hiccupped and wiped your eyes with your other hand. "Whenever you tell me about these interactions, you never tell me you love me right after, or that I'm your only girl. Gifts are sweet, but letting another girl have your number AND not telling her you have a girlfriend already right off the bat is too far! You know, this one time at lunch, this girl came up to me asking if you had a girlfriend. It hurt a lot. Not because I don't think you'd be a good boyfriend, but it hurt knowing that if she were to make a move, you'd probably accept it."

Midoriya moved your hands aside and cupped your face in his hands. He kissed your tears, despite needing to wipe a few tears of his own. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'll do better, I promise. I'm sorry for hurting you so much. From now on, I'll make sure you know you're my only girl. I'll make sure the world knows. I promise. I love you, my dear."

"I love you, Izuku," you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please don't leave me for anyone else."

"Never. I promise."

He held you for a moment before pulling you away. Your lovely boyfriend wiped your tears with a gentle smile, a gesture you couldn't help but smile back at even as your face was a mess. Impatient for more of his affection, you pulled him for a kiss on the lips.

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"Hey, did you read about that scandal Deku-kun got dragged into?" Uraraka questioned as she removed her hero gear. Her shift had finally ended, and she was more than ready to clock out of work.

Jiro shoved her jacket into her locker and yanked out her civilian backpack. "Yeah, I don't know why that one tabloid company keeps bringing up 'anonymous' accusations against him. We both know how head-over-heels he is for (Y/N). They're married, for fuck's sake."

"I can't imagine Deku-kun cheating on her. I guess we're all bound to get into a scandal of some sort since we're basically celebrity-level popular." Urakaka sighed. "I'm terrified to find out what scandal I'll get into."

Jiro bumped her shoulder with a grin. "As long as you're honest, you'll be fine! Now come on! The others are waiting for us for lunch. Kirishima texted me the address."

Urakaka changed as swiftly as she could. Then, she and Jiro got into the latter's care and drove to the restaurant. Every now and then, members of UA's former Class 1A planned a hangout for those who were available. Last time, the location was a western-styled buffet. This time, it was a casual ramen shop.

"There you two were!" Kirishima cheered, pointing his bottle of soju as the pair as they entered. "I was worried you guys would cancel last minute."

Jiro rolled her eyes, dragging an excited Uraraka into the seat beside her own. "Please, I have some manners. Pass me a bottle. I'm pooped."

"Are you sure you don't want to eat before drinking?" (Y/N) passed her a steaming bowl of ramen. "We ordered some to have them ready as you guys came. It's delicious!"

"Well, if you insist."

"Thank you, (Y/N)-chan!" Uraraka exclaimed as she started shoving her face with noodles. After swallowing, she looked around the shop. "Where's Deku-kun? He's usually here with you during our hangouts."

You chuckled. "Yeah, but he told me to go ahead of him. Have you guys seen the new issue of that one tabloid we talked about a couple days ago?"

Jiro scoffed. "Yeah. I was shocked when you sent the link in the groupchat. I got a magazine later that day before work just to make sure it was real. The audacity."

"I don't get the point of bringing up this drama," Kirishima stated with a frown. "Midoriya's so honest. If anyone were to do any cheating, it absolutely could not be him. Imagine! Midoriya, the cheater?! Japan would go insane!"

Uraraka laughed. "I think 'insane' is a bit of a stretch."

"I don't think so!"

You shook your head with a laugh at your silly friends. "Izuku saw the tabloids too. That's why he's not here with me right now. He wanted to go to the company himself and talk to the person who's making up such things."

Uraraka's jaw dropped. "Can he actually make them stop?"

You shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I think getting an earful from the Number One Hero is enough to intimidate any person out of gossip."

Just then, the shop's bell rang. All heads at the table turned to the entrance to see a built man with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a small box in the other. His eyes lit up upon seeing the group.

He rushed over to you guys, laid the items on the table, and embraced you tightly. "There's my darling! Hey guys!"

"I wanna hug too!" Kirishima pouted, Despite it being a joke, Midoriya laughed and squeezed him into a hug as well. The two were balls of positive energy even years later. After Kirishima let him go, he scanned the items. "Wow. You make me feel so single."

"I'm sorry! That wasn't my intention! I just felt so terrible after reading those tabloids; I couldn't shake my mind from (Y/N). I just had to get her something."

Uraraka held the bouquets, feeling the petals. "Remind me to never settle for a man who's less of a husband than you."

"What?! I'm just doing my best! It's nothing much!"

"It's everything, love," you reassured, kissing your husband on the cheek before opening the tiny box on the table. Upon seeing the gem, you rolled your eyes and lightly punched him. "Again with the bracelets?!"

"But this one is totally your color!" Midoriya pouted. "Try it on! Please!"

After doing so, you couldn't help but roll your eyes once more. "Okay. You didn't lie, but you still have to save your money."

He kissed your forehead. "Spending money on you is the best kind of spending."

You absolutely adored him.

Jiro tugged at your shirt. "Hey, lovebirds, why don't you guys kiss tonight and eat now? The food is getting cold."

Midoriya's face exploded red. "Sorry, sorry! Eating now!"

[vinestaffery]

traffic x gender-neutral reader

content: fluff; travelling other places; idk what else to really say its purely just fluff with traffic; potential ooc? im not used to traffic

authors note: so there was a valk post i made last night that actually responded to the WRONG person and i am so SO sorry to you lunar. i tried my hardest to push this out as i do school work at the same time. do not take history trust (i blame my teacher for torturing me with this bullshit). anyways!! enjoy this mega fluff oneshot....

[Y/N] stood at the crossroads, the sun casting a warm glow on the busy intersection. People hurried past, lost in their own worlds, but [Y/N] felt a sense of calm in the chaos. The contrast between the bright sunlight and the shadows that were cast across the tall buildings created an interesting play of the chaotic dance below the tower.

They waited for Traffic, who had promised to meet them here, before they set off on another spontaneous adventure in one of the other factions. She adored the fact she was allowed to venture with him, sometimes even with Lightblox.

Traffic arrived a few minutes later, his usual laid-back demeanor evident in his slow, easy gait. His hair, a tousled mess, caught in the sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal look as he soon tipped his cone towards you. "Mi' lady," he commented, chuckling as you looked at him with a smirk. "Really?"

"Oh, c'mon, don'tcha tell me ya didn't laugh?" Traffic elbowed you in the hip. [Y/N] soon smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "Suure. Well, where are we heading this time?" You questioned. Traffic shrugged, his eyes wandering to the horizon as he stood and tucked his hands into his puffer- jacket pockets.

"Wherever the wind takes us, I guess. But first, let's sit for a bit. I found a nice spot over here to prepare." He pointed to a grassy patch under a free area from the chaos, away from the bustle of the cross-roads. Traffic held your hand, walking through pedestrains and endless crowds as he finally reached the area he had found, settling you down.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he took a slow drag before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. He leaned back into the chair. His eyes were half-closed as he soaked up the moment while you brushed the smoke away. You could hear him chuckling as you let out a cough.

There was a soft smile on their faces, something ever so comforting about Traffic's presence—a sense of peace that was hard to find elsewhere. They reached over, fingers brushing against his hair as she caressed it, laughing softly. "Your hair is really soft."

Traffic opened his eyes with a playful glint in them. "You think so? I never really paid much attention to it."

They nodded, their fingers gently threading through his hair as much as possible, trying not to knock his cone off his head. "Yeah, it's nice. Kind of like you."

Traffic chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "Flattery will get you everywhere, you know."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, Traffic smoking his cigarette and [Y/N] playing with his hair. The sounds of crossroads faded into the background, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. "You ever think about just staying in one place?" [Y/N] asked, their voice quiet.

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile on his lips. "Sometimes. But then I remember all the places I haven't seen yet and all the roads I haven't traveled. It's hard to stay still when there's so much out there."

[Y/N] nodded, understanding his perspective. Though he isn't the type to get sentimental or emotional, it seemed that they had captured them in a moment. "I get that, but it's nice to stop and breathe every now and then."

He turned his head, his eyes meeting theirs. "Yeah, it is. Especially with you." He winked.

They shared a smile, the kind that spoke of unspoken words and uncharted paths. In that moment, under the shade of the tree, the world seemed to pause, and all that mattered was the simple, quiet connection between them.

Traffic took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice soft. [Y/N] nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. "Yeah. Let's see where the wind takes us."

The walk through the bustling city streets was filled with the usual charm of Traffic's unpredictable antics. He made strange and juvenile suggestions, like stopping at a fountain to toss in not just coins but small trinkets he found in his pockets, claiming it would bring them "extra special luck." [Y/N] couldn't help but laugh at his illogical ideas, enjoying the lightheartedness he brought into their lives.

As they approached a small park, Traffic's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Hey, [Y/N], let's climb that tree!" he exclaimed, pointing to an old oak tree with sprawling branches. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, amused. "Why?"

"Why not?" Traffic countered, already heading towards the tree. He began to climb, his movements surprisingly agile for someone like him. [Y/N] followed, shaking their heads with a smile. Traffic always had a way of turning mundane moments into spontaneous adventures.

They settled on a sturdy branch, the city noise fading into the background. Traffic leaned back against the trunk, his legs dangling freely. "You know, sometimes I think about just disappearing into the wild, living off the grid," he mused, a dreamy look in his eyes. [Y/N] glanced at him, curious. "You really think you could do that?"

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Maybe. But then I'd miss seeing the smiles on people's faces and making them laugh with my weird ideas. Life's too short to take seriously, you know." [Y/N] nodded, appreciating his outlook. "Yeah, you do have a way of making things fun."

Traffic grinned, his eyes sparkling. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get down from here before someone calls the cops."

They climbed down, with Traffic making a dramatic leap from the last branch and landing with a flourish. [Y/N] laughed, feeling lighter and more carefree than they had in a while. Traffic's apathy towards his own life was balanced by his desire to make others happy. It was a paradox that made him uniquely endearing.

As they continued their walk, Traffic suddenly stopped in front of an old, abandoned building. "You know, I always wanted to explore a place like this," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. [Y/N] looked at the building, then back at Traffic. "Are you serious? It looks dangerous."

Traffic shrugged, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Danger is just another word for adventure." Despite their initial hesitation, [Y/N] followed Traffic into the building. They wandered through the dusty halls, finding remnants of the past scattered around. Traffic picked up an old, tarnished mirror, holding it up to [Y/N]. "Look, it's like we're in another world."

[Y/N] laughed, seeing their reflection in the cracked glass. "Yeah, a world where we need tetanus shots." Traffic chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Always the realist, huh?"

They spent the rest of the day exploring the building, each room a new discovery. Traffic's antics kept [Y/N] laughing, his carefree nature infectious. As the sun began to set, they made their way to the rooftop, where they sat side by side, watching the city below.

"You know," Traffic said softly. "I'm really glad we met. You make all these crazy adventures worth it." [Y/N] smiled, their hearts warming at his words. "Me too, Traffic. Me too."

They sat in comfortable silence, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Traffic reached out, brushing a strand of hair from [Y/N]'s face. "Your hair is really soft," he murmured, a tender look in his eyes.

[Y/N] felt a blush creep up their cheeks, their hearts racing. "Thanks," they whispered, their fingers entwining with his.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello, is it me you’re looking for?🎶

Salutations! It is I! 💛! Your favorite yellow emoji! I am sorry I haven’t requested anything recently. I just went to my show last night actually and so I’ve been busy prepping for that and traveling! It was amazing by the way! God it was like I dream! You’ll love it when you see them! Also, the last one shot was so cute and fluffy and I love it so much! When he gave the reader his shirt 😭!

Anyways, my request. At my show, Tyler made an innuendo on stage which inspired this. I was wondering if you could do a story where Tyler has a game where he tries to subtly flirt with the reader as many times as possible on stage. Maybe it could be talking, maybe it can just be him winking at her or something like that. Maybe after he does it one night, fans notice and they explode on twitter or something. Idk. I know this may be a stupid idea, but I felt like it could cute and fluffy if you want to try it! ☺️

P.S. Would you be willing to write for Spooky Jim (Josh’s blurryface persona)? I have possible ideas for that. To me, he’d just kinda be the same as Blurryface, just with Josh. But, you could see him differently (I’m sorry if you’ve written him before and I just didn’t see).

Flirt - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Tyler flirting - innuendos, Tyler kissing the reader and being extra

Word Count: 1844 - I lowkey feel bad for these being short but it kinda fits the request prompt lol

A/N: Welcome back bestie 💛 anon! I hope you like this one - Tyler has been so unhinged lately it's been hilarious. I'm so glad you enjoyed your show, I can't wait for mine :) And YES of course I'm willing to write for Spooky Jim! I love Josh so much lol and I can imagine his blurryface persona being so much more heartbreaking considering Josh is such a sweetheart. I haven't written him yet but I'd can't wait to see your ideas!

It had come around to that part of the album cycle again where Tyler and Josh were on tour and for the first time since Tyler and I had gotten engaged, I was on tour with them. We were about halfway into the shows when we stopped in LA for a two night stay. Tyler had gotten up much earlier than I–as usual–to make sure everything was set up and to do a soundcheck before the show. We normally slept in after the late nights with Tyler getting up around 12:00 and I at 1:00 (although Tyler did make sure to bring me food when I was still in bed). After an afternoon of exploring the city, we made our way into the dressing room, waiting for fans to pile in. He scrolled through social media and did some vocal warm ups before sitting down on the couch with me. Josh was sitting in front of the mirror, mostly ready with the exception of his hair, which he was redying. 

“How’re you feeling?” I asked Tyler. 

“Pretty good. It’s gonna be a good show, I can feel it.” Tyler could always tell how the shows were going to go–even before getting onstage–and everyone else around him could tell exactly how he was feeling. He had a calm look on his face, as if he was reflecting on plans for the show. 

“How much time do we have?” Josh asked, leaning back from the mirror to look at the analogue clock hanging on the wall. 

“About thirty minutes I think,” Tyler said, chugging the Red Bull can he’d picked out from the mini fridge. 

“Where do you want me during the show?” I questioned, each venue having a different ‘best spot’ that Tyler wanted me ‘stationed at’. Last night it was higher up in the venue in a VIP section for friends and family, which was cool because he could see me the whole time. 

“Just off stage works best. Debby’s going to be under the stage to help Josh before routines so if you want to hang with her then that’s cool too,” he explained. 

“Yep, I think she’s preparing everything down there now with Mark,” Josh got up. “I’m going to go wash this out.” He pointed to his hair and walked into the hallway in the direction of the showers, leaving Tyler and I alone. As soon as Tyler was sure Josh couldn’t see he wrapped his arms around me  and dragged me onto his lap. 

“You look good today babe,” he smirked, looking me up and down. I could feel the warmth spreading through my face. He always found the best moments to make me blush with his words. I moved in closer so he was hugging me close, my chin resting on his shoulder. 

“You look better,” I laughed, ruffling his hair. He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against him. he nuzzled the side of my head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead, before continuing

“I don’t know if I agree with you on that one.” He was never one to back down from teasing. He continued to hold onto me, gently massaging your thighs as you sat on his lap. Josh walked back into the room, his hair dry and back to its bright red peekaboo color. 

“We should probably get you where you need to be,” I chucked, looking at the clock and climbing off Tyler’s lap. He pouted, reaching his arms out and making grabby hands in my direction. “Come on.” I grasped his hand and pulled him up next to me–his hand staying intertwined with me even after he got up. We walked out of the dressing room and out into the hallway where the boys would usually split up. They hugged, patting each other on the back and smiling. 

“Have a good show,” I smiled, waving goodbye to Josh and following Tyler to the right side entrance. He held my hand as he followed behind the security guard, the sound of screaming fans pouring in through the walls. Tyler smiled widely, his expression practically screaming excitement and adrenaline. As soon as the guard opened the door the noise in the room multiplied, the room filled with screams and cheers, making it hard to even think. He held my hand tightly as he followed the guard, the room around us slowly shifting from the dim hallways to the bright stage being lit by lights and strobe. He stopped just off stage, taking a few breaths before he turned and faced you, his smile still beaming. 

“I love you,” I smiled. He pressed his lips to mine, cupping my jaw and slipping his tongue just inside my mouth. Something was different about him, like he had some sort of agenda or something to prove to me. He pulled back after a short while, gently biting my bottom lip as the music started playing. 

“I love you too,” he smirked, running onto the stage and turning on his celebrity persona. Tyler bounced through his first few songs, running around the stage and acting like his usual self. He was clearly high on adrenaline, with his brain focused on making sure the show ran smoothly. He made his way to the mic at the center of the stage for the talking break. As he began, he made direct eye contact with me, sending a cheeky smile my way. “Is everyone having a good time?” he shouted into the mic and pointed out to the sea of people who screamed back at him. “I can’t hear you. Scream louder for me!” He waved his arms in the air to the entire audience who screamed louder than before. “There you go,” he looked off stage at me and smirked knowing full well what he was doing. After a few more songs he moved to different parts of the arena for Ride where he was planning on getting people to sing the choruses with him. I had decided to sit under the stage with Debby who was watching, helping Josh to get changed for the next song. “Where’s my right side daddy?” I could hear Tyler shout through the speakers. My jaw dropped. 

“No fucking way.” 

Josh laughed under his breath, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Yep.” As each chorus went by I nodded my head along to the beat and Tyler’s voice. 

“This is not happening,” I covered my eyes. 

“It so is,” Debby laughed, helping Josh into his jacket. The song continued until Tyler got to the last chorus, in the pit. 

“Oh my pit children, you need a daddy too,” Tyler’s voice moaned slightly making my knees go weak. He needed to stop this or it wasn’t going to end well for either of us. Debby was keeled over in laughter and I was mortified. This wasn’t happening. By the time they’d finished Paladin Strait and come off stage before the encore he’d continued to make suggestive jokes. Little did anyone know that each of his little jokes was perfectly aimed at me and as every one landed I got more and more worked up and embarrassed. Running offstage, Josh went straight to Debby and Tyler to I. My arms were crossed as he stood in front of me with a large and proud smirk slapped onto his face. 

“What?” he shrugged, taking a drink of water and jumping on the spot. 

“You know what,” I scoffed, clenching my fists and biting my lip to hide the smile I could feel coming on. I was terrible at being mad at people and Tyler always managed to unleash the happy side of me in the middle of every argument we’d ever had. 

“Yeah I do,” he kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. With my brows furrowed I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let him go. As he rested his chin on the top of my head everything around us disappeared. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the smell of sweat and Red Bull poured from his pores. I didn’t care though, he was mine and he’d been driving me insane for the last hour and a half. Fans continued to scream as the end of the Paladin Strait music video played and Josh appeared next to us. I let Tyler go as the intro for Jumpsuit started playing. Josh ran back on stage to his drum kit but Tyler paused on the stairs looking at me. I shot him a wave and he mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ pressing his hands against his heart, ‘I know,’ I mouthed back with a short roll of my eyes before he bounced back on stage. I stood there, heart pounding, watching him take command of the stage once more, his voice raw and powerful as he sang the opening lines. The lights pulsed in sync with the music, and the crowd, already hyped, seemed to reach a new level of frenzy. I could see him glancing my way, just for a moment, every now and then. It was subtle, but after the stunts he'd pulled earlier in the set, I was more than aware. He was still playing his little game, flirting with me in front of thousands of people who had no idea the winks and smirks were meant for me. As the song ended, Tyler paused at the mic again, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“You guys are incredible tonight!” he shouted, and the crowd roared in response. He turned slightly toward the side of the stage where I stood, his eyes glinting mischievously under the lights. “But there's someone over here who’s got me feeling... extra good tonight,” he teased, his voice dropping a little lower. I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. The audience, completely oblivious, ate it up, screaming and cheering at the implication. Twitter was going to be in shambles after this. He’d never been this bold on stage before, not with me watching from the sidelines. And I knew for a fact the fans would pick up on it. There was no way they wouldn’t. When they finished playing Trees and saying goodbye to everyone, Tyler ran off stage, completely drenched in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy. He didn’t waste a second before wrapping his arms around me, spinning me around in a tight hug. “How’d I do?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear, still catching his breath from the performance. I smacked him lightly on the chest, still smiling despite myself. 

“You’re impossible. You know that?” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me softly. 

“I only did it because I love you.” His smirk returned. “And because I love seeing you squirm like a bug.”

I shoved him playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till Twitter gets a hold of this.” Tyler chuckled, pulling me close again. 

“Let them talk.” His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “You’re the only one I care about, anyway.”

//

Requests open!

[ky-yk]

out of time (kmj x f!reader)

genre: angst w/ a happy ending || word count: 1.9k author's note: i'd like to thank myself for making a playlist that's been creatively inspiring me recently and for being able to turn trauma into clout ANYWAYS hope y'all enjoy this one mwamwa

"okay, how're we feeling about this?"

you give yourself a once over in the mirror before turning to your sister for her opinion.

"i mean, it's giving date, you know?"

"really?" would she think so?

"it does. it looks great, but riddle me this: why are you trying so hard to look good?"

because i want her to see how much i've grown. how much...better i am than before. "because why not? you know me, i'm always dressing to impress."

"alright..." your sister trails off, giving you one last look that went unnoticed before going back to her phone and scrolling through her reels.

you grabbed your purse, double checking to see if everything you needed was there ("okay: wallet, id, charger, tissue...earphones alright i'm set") and made your way out the front door toward your car.

the drive was quiet with nothing but the hum of the engine and the weeknd's out of time filling the void. being the introvert you are, you enjoyed times like these. the world's too noisy, anyways; it was nice to let your thoughts run wild.

god, i can't wait to see her again. it's been, what, 3 years? since we last saw each other?

i wonder how this'll go, though. we haven't had a proper conversation in ages, coupled with the fact that i'm more of a listener than a talker, i just hope today will be fun.

but what if the conversation dies? good lord i'd rather shrivel up and die than have that happen--then again, though, we're friends: awkward silences should be comfortable. wait--are we friends? she said we could stay friends after the break up but everything i've heard from her has been secondhand; she never tells me things. she's also not obligated to tell me things anymore anyways but...the thought that i might not mean as much to her as she does to me still stings...

before you knew it, you'd arrived at the mall. shaking away all those thoughts, you got out of the car and started making your way to the mall entrance, all the while texting her.

y/n: heyy just arrived, wya?

min <3: yoo, im just at the music store. meet me here?

y/n: geurae, see ya soon!

with purpose in each step, you pocketed your phone and made your way over to the store where you both agreed to meet up. as you pulled up to the front, you caught a glimpse of the girl through the glass window with a racing heart. you've always imagined how your first meeting after so long would go, but nothing could've prepared you for the overwhelming weight on your chest seeing her in real life again -- even if it was just the back of her head.

you must've been shooting lasers at her skull because at once, she turned around and saw you. her eyes widened before a smile took over her whole face, turning her eyes into little crescents.

still as gorgeous as ever.

you returned the sentiment before you both started walking towards each other, meeting at the entrance of the music store. she opened her arms up, inviting you into a hug that ended right as it started. you tried to mask your disappointment at the fact you couldn't settle in and give her a proper bear hug when she pulled away and looked at you.

looked down at you, that is.

"my gosh, y/n, even after all this time you're still giving me neck problems!"

you looked back up at her, mouth wide in mock offense before you went in for the punch. "yah, watch it, kim minji."

"i'm kidding, im kidding! you know i missed you."

so did i.

"so, have you eaten yet?" minji asked, curiosity lacing her deep voice that still manages to have you swooning.

"nope. what about you?"

"nada. let's grab some lunch?"

"geurae."

walking in step with each other, you both started looking for possible restaurants that you both liked and also didn't dent your wallets. you settled on a cute little cafe that was pretty empty. you held the door open for her, which she then thanked you for.

"go find us a seat while i order."

"alright, i'll have a--"

"croissant and iced chocolate, right?"

"yeah..." i drink coffee now though.

even with all the free tables, you decided to take the one farthest away from the entrance. you took the couch seat so that you could put your things down beside you and stare from afar.

okay, you're doing good so far, y/n. just don't fuck this up and you'll get your girlfriend back. the small talk is small talking, it's not awkward, it's just like old times!

while you waited for minji to return to your table, you pulled your phone out and started scrolling through your instagram. you browsed through people's stories, giving them a once-over before clicking to the next one, until you reached minji's finsta account.

you found the account a long while after your break up. hesitant at first to shoot a follow request, you ended up asking for one to which she accepted a few days later.

once you made it in, you felt just a little bit closer to her again. she posted every second of every day about anything and everything: her favorite boy group, family troubles, and a potential crush.

when you first saw these stories, and every viewing afterward, you always exited the app, jumped up, and found something else to do. we're not together, so who cares if she had her eye on someone else? you'd always reason out. over the months, the ache in your heart started to weaken every time you'd see one of these stories, the promise of "if it's meant to be, it'll be" that you held so tightly onto stopped leaving callouses on your hand.

nonetheless, you still gripped on. every mention of her crush that resembled you even the slightest bit made you hold on even tighter until the next story.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tray being set on the table. you looked up at minji as she moved to transfer the food, hoping she could see the adoration that lingered in your eyes. you gave up, moving to help out instead when you saw that the tray's contents had just been unloaded onto your table. you pouted a little bit, taking your phone out to take a few pictures before putting it down and getting ready to dig in. as you ate, you and minji caught up on your families, friends, and new opportunities.

("wait, you're the new director of photography for your magazine? that's amazing, y/n!"

i was hoping you'd be proud of me; you were the one who pushed me to do this, is what you wanted to say.

what came out was a shy smile as you went to pick at your croissant instead, muttering a small "thanks, min.")

you talked about almost everything...except the new (old(?)) apple of her eye.

"so, has anyone caught your eye recently?"

you hesitated to ask for a plethora of reasons: she's your ex, and part of you didn't want to know the answer. then again, she was your friend too. don't friends talk about this stuff? you reasoned out.

she looked a little surprised, eyes wide and all, before she cleared her throat and started acting bashful. "i'm guessing you've seen my stories?"

"they're kinda hard to miss."

"yah!"

"i'm kidding! kinda. anyways, who is it?"

"why do you want to know?" she asked embarrassedly. because i want to know who i'm up against, i want to know if i'm better...i want to know where i fell short. "because we're friends, aren't we? i wanna know!"

"alright, alright. um...you know pham hanni?"

how could i not? she's the batch's ace: amazing singer, songwriter, all around artist, not to mention, extremely pretty.

she's everything i wish i was, is what i would've said.

"oh, i'm familiar with her, yeah," is what came out instead.

minji then stared going on about the details: why and when she started falling for the viet artist, how they got to know each other, and whether or not she stood a chance.

"i'm really confused because i feel like she's been sending me hints, but at the same time, i don't want to assume, you know?"

throughout all of this, you noticed how expressive and excited talking about the girl; how her eyes would light up just thinking about her. you thought the sight would make the rope around your heart tighten.

instead, you felt it loosen. like you were being set free.

you knew she was in good hands.

just not yours.

"well, what hints has she been dropping?"

"you know how we're both into music, right? that's how we got close?" you nodded. "every time she sends me song recommendations, they're always love songs. i mean, last time, it was would you be so kind? by dodie," you chuckled at how loud and rushed she'd gotten. "that's got to mean something, right?! tell me i'm not delusional."

months ago, you would've easily given in, telling her she was out of her mind. seeing her this happy, though? you had to be honest, especially after all those moments she filled you in on.

"well, from my expert opinion, i feel like you should go for it," you said without a single ounce of malice. you missed seeing her smile, regardless of the cause.

that, and you saw the vision.

you two kept talking about anything and everything until a certain hime cutted-girl approached your table. you looked up and saw the object of minji's affection. eyes wide, you greeted her hello. she returned the greeting with a bright smile. just like me, huh? she chose well. across from you, you saw minji beet red and covering her hair with her face.

"oh, are you guys hanging out?"

"yeah, but i was just about to leave, actually," you saw minji's eyes widen out of the corner of your eye as you stood to leave. "duty calls, you know?"

"so i've heard! congrats on that, by the way, you deserve it."

"thank you, hanni," you nodded in acknowledgement. "well, i'll leave you guys to it. the little mermaid's just come out, you guys should go watch it!"

"we just might. see you around, y/n!" you waved back at them, sending minji a look that held everything you were feeling before shooting her a wink and a smile and walking away.

the walk back to the car was quiet. as you switched on the ignition, your phone connected to the car immediately and started continuing where you left off with out of time before getting so rudely interrupted by a message notification. you picked your phone to read what it said.

min <3: i'm sorry our lunch got cut short, y/n, but i hope you had fun! i know i did hehe

you chuckled at the message.

y/n: no worries, min-ah. go get your girl! i'm happy for you.

you replied to her message before going into your contacts.

minji: thank you, y/n. know that i'll always be rooting for you. fighting!

a small smile took over your face as you put your phone down to drive off.

Say I love you, girl, but I'm out of time Say I'm there for you, but I'm out of time (no) Say that I'll care for you, but I'm out of time (hey) Said, I'm too late to make you mine, out of time (ah)

[annabelle-creart]

LoRB PAPA/MAMA DYNAMICS BECAUSE:

Shockwave: ahg, they're finally asleep

Heatwave: how much it took us this time?

Soundwave: like an hour

Shockwave: Primus... I can't wait for them to grow up

*Heatwave and Shockwave look at him, maybe surprised, maybe stranged*

Shockwave: what?

Heatwave: you're not talking seriously

Soundwave: haven't you saw the twins?

Shockwave: well, yes, but they're not as bad

Soundwave: that's because while you were experimenting on your secret room under the gladiatorium, Meg and I were trying to teach those two not to mess with the rest

Shockwave: really?

Soundwave: and I'm still trying to keep them array, but they always find a way to make problems, I just ground them because they tried to explode things at the beach

Shockwave: ...oh

Soundwave: they're ridiculosly full of energy and bad ideas

Shockwave: well... there's still faith they end up like Sissi

Heatwave: bro, with all the love I have for you, you can't be that stupid

Heatwave: haven't you saw her? She barely talks! If she's not on mission with us is playing on the data pad or drawing, and she is really good but her draws are creepy, and likes a lot horror manga, Boulder and I are still trying to control that taste

Soundwave: and both of us are lucky there's no sparklings near, at that age, they start to get interested in other influences

Shockwave: ...they will grow up

*the door opened slowly, it was Chase, he scanned the room to know how to proceed, he saw the three bots sit on the ground, he closed the door slowly and sit beside them, he seemed tense*

Heatwave: first thing first, did you get most of it out as Blades told you to do?

Chase: I did, but I need to share it

Heatwave: Go ahead

Chase: Blurr is talking with Bumblebee's apprentice without telling me, nor Knock Out, Breakdown or Salvage knew, I tried to talk to her and she just take the data pad from my servos, yell at me saying to get out of her life and then go away, and she doesn't reply my calls

Heatwave: ish, that one was hard

Soundwave: how did you start the conversation?

Chase: I asked her why was she getting messages of a number none on the station knew about, it was for her safety and all here, but she took it personal

Soundwave: they always take everything personal, that's why we have to always keep the tone low and the words short

Heatwave: Salvage isn't better, sometimes I think he's a ghost, he barely talks to Boulder and Boulder always tells me he is too sensible, and Sissi is just going on the same path, she doesn't talk to me anymore, and if I said for accident something about her family on maindland or her drawings, she gets defensive

Chase: you think Blurr hates me?

Soundwave: in the moment or forever

Chase: in the moment

Soundwave: yes, she does

Chase: damn

Heatwave: don't worry, she will come back, and then you will talk with calm

*the comm link activated*

Heatwave: ha, she's here already here

*the four bots leave the room slowly and as silent as possible, getting to the entry of the firehouse*

Blurr: I- ah... sorry for yell at you... and for take your data pad

Chase: I forgive you, but don't do that again, and we need to talk seriously about this...

Blurr: Sideswipe

Sissi: Uyyy, Blurr has a boyfriend!

Blurr: SHUT UP, YOU, OVER DEVELOPED SCRAPLET!!

Sissi: That's the best you have? Cake-face?

Heatwave: Hey Hey! What I've told you about nicknames!

Chase: same for you, Blurr

Blurr & Sissi: Fine...!

Frenzy: hehe, Cake-face

Rumble: It doesn't even have sense

Soundwave: yet still, if I ever hear a swear from you, you'll be grounded the entire year

Frenzy: What?!

Rumble: You're kidding!

Soundwave: no, I'm not

Salvage: am...

*a shy Salvage enter the room*

Salvage: Hi? I was wondering if you wanted to play D&D with me?

Rumble: YES!

Frenzy: WE WILL DESTROY YOU THIS TIME, PINK WITCH!!

Sissi: HEHE! WHO TOLD YOU I WASN'T PREPARED, CHAOS TWINS?!

Blurr: this is dumb

Chase: Do you prefer The Past Within with me?

Blurr: Sure

Soundwave: Heatwave, I will not let your child destroy mine

Heatwave: You're such a coward! Come here and defeat me first!

*Sissi sat on Heatwave's shoulder, who ran with Salvage to the game room, followed by Soundwave who also took and glued to their arms (thanks to the magnets) the twins. In part, Shockwave understood things can get fuzzy, out of control and weird, the twins are kids, they're full of energy and need vigilance, Sissi is almost a teen, she's seeing the world with other optics and she needs attention, and Blurr and Salvage are almost grown up, they refuse to talk about themselves or their problems and need comprenhension, and despite everything, they accept so easy to play something so simple, Shockwave was still doubting of himself, but at least he had a little hope, hope that everything would be okay...*

[soursturniolo]

hi! I saw where you identify as a transmasc person so I was wondering if you'd write a nick x ftm!reader smut?? with top nick??

hi lovely! I'd love to, but it makes me a bit nervous. I am only one trans guy, so I cannot write a fic that would accurately depict an act as intimate as sex that would be accurate for all trans individuals. I'll explain more.

TW: light discussions/references to genitals

so. speaking from my own experience and some trans men I'm friends with, sex can be very nuanced and different. for example, some trans men who have not had bottom surgery either because they don't want it (which is 100% valid for any reason) or haven't had the chance yet (because it is expensive, takes lots of preparation, and it is a major decision and major surgery), only have anal sex. for some trans men, vaginal sex or anything relating to that part can be very triggering and cause body dysmorphia.

however, some trans men (like myself) do not mind and can actually enjoy vaginal sex as well as anal, even prefer it. it doesn't make us less than a man. we are still men. we are still just as valid.

both are completely valid feelings. it's all personal preference and what helps someone feel most comfortable, most pleasure, and most safe and like themselves.

with writing nick with ftm!reader, I also fear people who will try to be transphobic and claim that I'm "not respecting nick" by possibly writing him having sex with a person who may still have what is deemed as female genitalia. while this would be stupid because trans men are men no matter what is in their pants, it's a fear I have. and backlash like that would be very triggering and invalidating to me and many others. i would hope people wouldnt respond that way, but i am well aware of the fact that transphobia is very much still alive and well, even in this little community on Tumblr. I've gotten transphobic asks. do I respond? no, i delete them and move on because people like that dont deserve my time or energy. but still. I have gotten them. and it sucks every time.

I also don't want people equating me writing nick with a ftm!reader as writing him with a woman. because that is nowhere near the same thing, and that is very transphobic. trans men are men. gay men can and do have sex with trans men. (yes. even vaginal sex. because we are men, and they're attracted to men. I'm speaking from experience here besties)

overall there's a lot of nuances here. and I'm curious to see and hear what others may think. so if you've read this far, let me know what you think.

[notsocheezy]

V-Day - Diminishing Returns

(Or: Two In of Three Ain't Good)

Eight weeks. I'm a stone's throw from eight weeks.

Eight weeks ago, to the day, it was my final night at home before departing. I didn't sleep much - or at least, I don't remember sleeping. I had just prepared a flash drive to leave behind for the (nearly zero) chance that I didn't make it. I wanted at least one thing important to me to escape the prison that was my head, even if it wasn't finished. It was a love song. A bittersweet one which had been kicking around in my brain for the better part of a decade. I felt - accepted, perhaps - that even if it was a remote possibility, this could be the final recording of my voice.

There have been plenty more since then, but in a way, I did die that Monday morning. I wasn't the same after that day, or that week, or that month. I am regrowing the parts that form my capital-S Self.

I had my first gynecologist appointment, kind of, last Thursday. It didn't occur to me until my friend pointed it out, but it was specifically a women's clinic. I'm "included" now. For all the good that'll do me. My UTI was declared cured and I was instructed to start using dilator #3 - undeniably an intimidating proposal.

I went home and tried it the next day. I got it in - kind of. But no more than a third of the way - I hit a wall. Could go no further no matter how hard I tried. By Monday, I was still making no progress, despite being told to get it halfway in by then. I felt like I was just wasting expensive lubricant and hurting myself. When I told my surgical team, they said to stop and come back to it in a week or two.

I also asked, while my legs were up on the table, if I was cleared to masturbate. Mostly only because it was on my list of questions to ask - I had no interest. Everything down there was pain and suffering.

Something changed, though. The lingering UTI symptoms faded. Dilating got easier (with dilator #2, anyway). My pain was under control.

And it had been seven fuckless weeks.

I did as I was told - a finger or two above the labia, rubbing to stimulate the clitoris. It was... Something. But it wasn't what I was looking for. The need was becoming too much to bear. I could think of little else. Everything - everything - became dull and boring, I needed release, I NEEDED RELEASE.

No good. An hour of trying - including an extra dilation session as a cheat - didn't work. But today I was determined, today I pulled out all the stops, I got all my favorite toys and did what used to work in the ol' "basement." With the old equipment, I could have pulled a good shot. Two hours and a cup of lube later, I had a sort of good time, but still. No release. There's no steam in my fucking milk.

I can't help but think of December 2019 - my orchiectomy. By the new year, I already knew I'd made the right choice. I laid in bed, on my side, with my legs together, and I saw my whole world light up. The following months were rough for that world, but I'd never felt so comfortable in my skin.

I haven't had a moment like that yet. I worry I never will. The closest I've gotten was a dilation session or two that felt kind of nice when mixed with the right fantasy. But everything is only ever "kind of" so far. And "kind of" feels like a sick joke after the most painful month of my life.

I got so much out of my orchiectomy. Why doesn't this feel like it was worth it?

[pianocat939]

I just finished watching the movie , and now I’m wondering what if Yandere romantic Leo either rivals or working together with platonic Yandere Casey jr with a reader who acts motherly to them HCs please if possible thank u 💕

It's 2 AM and I stayed up the night before so this is all sleep-deprived writing.

This is kinda long so prepare your attention span. Also I didn't add much motherly aspects only because I focused more on their rivalry between each other rather than their reactions to MC.

Tw: Manipulation, Mentions of trauma (not that surprising lmao), just a younger father and son having a cat fight

Rivalry with Romantic Yandere Leo and Platonic Yandere Casey Jr. with Motherly MC Hcs

(Jfc that's a long-ass title. Also gonna confirm that although motherly and such terms are used but MC is gender-neutral as always).

If someone were to summarize the rivalry between the two it's really bickering back and forth until push comes to shove. I suppose the level of severity can differ based on their relationship (as in what point of the movie/or how long they've known each other).

I'm gonna use the plot of the movie because the plot of the movie.

At the start, before Casey even arrives at the lair, Leo's "unhinged" feelings haven't awakened yet. He harbours romantic attraction but has no urge to be crazy.

He flirts with you, but of course, he's a dumbass sometimes and ends up being the flustered one.

Then, Casey arrives. Let's just say in the future, you're the other substitute parent of Casey. So obviously he's gonna be clingy in the first place.

Casey will praise you for being so nice/caring/mom-like and is giddy. Meanwhile, Leo's frozen, resting face is present, his thoughts like 'This random dude with a photo of us is talking to my crush?' or 'Am I not the center of attention now?'.

During the interrogation, he'll ask Casey "Who does Y/n get married to?" very quietly though. His presence is slightly threatening, enough that Casey dislikes it.

The boy won't answer, and instead say, "He's nothing like you." *Cue intense glaring from both of them*.

The reason why Casey doesn't approve of current-time Leo is because Dilf Future Leo has manipulated future you to the point of acceptance. So, Casey has a very engraved view of what his secondary parents act and look like.

Present Leo gives murderous and unsettling vibes to Casey that he feels he needs to block off whoever this phony is.

Leo, who has newly unlocked his darkest feelings, doesn't like the attention being stolen from him. He's the only one you should rely on! Not this weird kid that oddly enough has a family picture of not just the group but also you + him!

Ok, I'm done with that proportion of the rant.

How will the two express their feelings/thoughts? Leo, who's opened a new eye to reality, will pull his usual card, manipulation. Meanwhile, Casey is like a clingy child who won't let his parent be taken away from him but is more mature obviously.

Throughout the plot, Leo will try to use his familiarity as an advantage saying things like, "I don't think we should use his plan, since we don't really know him that well." Casey, who's intelligent enough to see through the manipulation, blocks the comment. "Look, I know the Kraang better than you, so we'll have a higher chance of success if we use my plan."

Skip to the part where the group gets split up. You're with the 'B' team and like in the movie, Leo and Casey are stuck together. Casey says the trauma lines but at the end of it he'll point out how Leo is nothing like Future Leo (like goes into much more detail). This breaks Leo and starts a whole era of war between the two.

When you guys reunite they're gonna be clinging to your back, insulting each other quietly. If you try to ease the rising tension they're pulling a whole 180. Praise and compliments all the way.

After all the self-sacrifice shit and like everybody going through hell, they can't seem to detach themselves.

Surprisingly enough the two start to tolerate and work together more. As they see a common purpose: keep you safe. However, when it comes to attention, they're going at each other's throats.

In a humorous scenario, Leo's trying to flirt and be all lovey-dovey but Casey is asking for head pats and hugs which leaves Leo unable to succeed through his awkward methods of romance.

As a small bonus, if only the three of you are in a specific place Casey might call you and Leo "Dad/papa" and "(preferred parental name)". This triggers Leo's ego as he realizes that he is in fact the spouse.

People that crush on Dilf Leo are just people who like his triple-layer forehead wrinkles. Convince me otherwise.

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I desperately need to sleep...Wanted to write this before I do.

- Celina

[notmorbid]

my government means to kill me.

dialogue prompts from my government means to kill me: a novel by rasheed newson.

i didn't miss the money. not at first.

you can stay as long as you want.

i'll scream if i need you.

i grew up starved for affection.

lust is a universal language.

you're the exact opposite of my father.

you'll do the right things in your own time.

i've seen enough evil in men to smell it on the ones who try to hide it inside.

closet cases love me.

close the door, sit down, and tell me everything.

your challenges are different, but no less legitimate.

it's not a lie if you live up to it, make it true.

neighbors are naturally curious about each other. you can ask me anything.

we're all adults here. we can't talk about sex?

you need to keep your inner smart-ass in check.

all the wrong people are dead.

you're an evil bastard, but you're not stupid.

don't punk out now.

you split on me.

it was your plan, and you left me holding the bag.

do you go around writing sad stories for everyone?

you got moxie, no doubt about that.

why'd you go through with it?

do you do whatever you're ordered to do?

what keeps driving you? what keeps you from burning out?

i don't know what makes you tick. what's your selfish goal?

i just want to wake up one morning and feel like a good person.

when death decides to come for you, it's out of your hands.

you don't have to admit i'm right. i already know i am.

how do you keep going?

how much are they paying you to torture me with this nonsense?

women feel the need because they see a need.

you're a sweetheart, i can tell.

since when do you back down from a fight?

goodie, i love long stories. tell it to me.

i wasn't prepared to like you so damn much.

don't promise anything. i like surprises.

what am i walking into?

good intentions will not sustain you.

i'd say 'no offense taken', but i really mean 'fuck you'.

it is difficult for the young to understand the structures of the past.

i'm too poor to be a smart-ass.

you've got a lot going for you.

no one takes their principles to work with them.

i can't afford to indulge my grief.

i haven't cried yet.

i'm glad you weren't alone.

do you wish you'd done more?

there isn't much time left to save you.

the law doesn't apply to law enforcement.

i'm not even convinced 'better' is possible.

this is a hell of a time to joke, even for you.

keep your eye on the sparrow, not the lost lamb.

i didn't realize i was meant to chase after you.

let's have a real conversation for once.

your life will improve tenfold the day you learn to listen.

pick a story, any story, that you can accept. and move on.

i've made it my business to learn how to read you.

i'm trying to be a hero, but what if i'm a villain?

villains never stop to consider that they did anything wrong.

you caught feelings for a mark.

'sorry' would mean i'd do it differently, and i wouldn't.

you'll land on your feet. you always do.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

hello!! i am a humongous mushipoe enjoyer and i've seen on your reblog of my fic that you like them too! thank god i'm not the only one lmaoo- since requests are open, i'd like to ask for some more tk content of them if possible >:DD btw i'm partial to the ler!poe, lee!mushi dynamic.

tysm!! love your work <<33

Distraction

NAWW THE WAY I FANGIRLED WHEN I SAW YOU REQUESTING ME TO WRITE MUSHIPOE HAHAHA

YOUR MUSHIPOE FIC IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVES EVER I LOVE IT SM💖💖💖

I hope I did them justice! :D

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Mushitaro x Poe (romantic)

Lee: Mushitaro

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles! Gey!

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Mushitaro was currently at the study that his lover, Poe, had prepared for him during his stay. He kept staring down at the blank piece of paper while firmly gripping his pen. Why was this so hard...?, he thought to himself. Feeling frustrated, his thoughts felt like they were gonna spiral out of control until a certain someone knocked at his door.

Poe had decided to check up on him and when he opened the door, there he was, fuming at the seams. "What's wrong, love?" Poe asked softly, snapping Mushitaro out of his internal debate. "Feeling stuck again?".

Mushitaro let out a sigh, slumping down in his seat "Yeah...".

Poe softly approached him from behind "Anything I can do to help?". Without waiting for a reply, he started to lightly rub at Mushitaro's shoulders to release any tension. His lover instantly let out a content sigh, which brought a soft smile to Poe's face.

"That's a start..." Mushitaro could feel his eyes growing heavy ever so slowly, until he felt Poe's thumb brush up against the nape of his neck, causing him to sit back upright.

"Hmm? Something wrong?".

Mushitaro's cheeks slightly heated up from the embarrassing reaction he gave to a mere touch. He tried to keep his gaze away, but Poe could easily read him like a book. "Nothing! Hahaha..." Mushitaro let out a nervous laugh, trying to relax once again.

"If you say so...~" there was a slight lilt on Poe's voice, but the detective killer was too deep in his embarrassment to notice. The loving massage went on for a bit longer, causing Mushitaro to lower his guard once again. When he saw the opportunity, Poe lightly ran his short nails across the back of Mushitaro's neck.

"EEK!" the high pitched shriek that escaped him was enough to turn his entire face red.

"Aww... I didn't know you were ticklish~".

"I-I'm not! You just caught me off-guard is all..." Mushitaro let out an annoyed huff, crossing his arms all dignified.

"That so...?" Poe's face took on a more sinister yet playful look. "So you won't mind if I do this, right?" he then slipped his hands under his partner's arms, his short nails softly scribbling against the light fabric of Mushitaro's usual dress shirt.

"GyAH—!" Mushitaro let out a shriek, quickly slapping one of his hands over his mouth to nullify anymore embarrassing sounds that threatened to come out. But that only left him even more exposed to Poe's ticklish assault.

"I can't believe you kept this secret from me! The sounds you make are so precious~" even though Poe was speaking genuinly, it didn't stop from making Mushitaro feel flustered as heck!

"P-Poe I sweheHEar!" he let out another squeal as Poe's nimble fingers started to poke and prod at his ribcage, causing him to jolt with each ticklish touch.

"Look at you! You already seem much more relaxed. Maybe a bit of tickling will get you out of your slump~" Poe let out a dark chuckle as he proceeded to squeeze at his ribs and down his sides.

"H-hmph! You're the wohohorst...!" Mushitaro giggled hysterically, trying to curl in on himself.

"Oh really? But you haven't told me to stop yet~" Poe whispered teasingly into his lover's ear, watching even the tips of his ears turning a scarlet red. "So I guess I'll keep going~" he brought his hands down to his hips, giving them a firm squeeze.

"EEP—!" Mushitaro almost flailed off of his seat, his body involuntarily trying to arch away from the touch.

"Oh? Did I hit a good spot?~".

"Poe, don't you dare—".

"Don't I dare what?~".

"Tickle me—!" Mushitaro let out a gasp once he realized what he said. "W-wait! I didn't meheHEAN THAHAHAT!" Mushitaro let out loud cackles of laughter, squirming in his seat as if his life depended on it, as Poe massaged deep circles into his hipbones.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, I can't deny such a cute request now can I?~" Poe kept assaulting his ticklish hips, enjoying how his partner got lost in his hysterics.

"WAHAHA! S-STAHAHAPH!" he wheezed out, already trying to gasp for air.

"Oh fine, I don't want you tapping out just yet~ Hmm... what about here?~" Poe then moved his hands to Mushitaro's belly, his nimble fingers lightly pressing against the spot. This caused a flurry of squeaky giggles to come out of his boyfriend. His flushed cheeks and the way he tried keeping his smile compressed made for a very lovely view for Poe. "Aww, you're just so ticklish everywhere, aren't you?~" Poe then proceeded to unbutton his shirt to get access at the bare skin, causing Mushitaro's cheeks to somehow flare up even more.

"H-hey, what are you— EEEHEHEHE!" Mushitaro's words fell deaf to Poe's ears as his index finger started to softly tickle along his navel, while his other hand kneaded at his bare side. "GYAHAHA! O-OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I-I CAHAHAN'T...!" Mushitaro's body fell limp in his chair, completely worn out from laughing so much. And yet, there was still a bright smile over his lips.

Poe softly smiled down at him as his fingers slowed down to a stop. Mushitaro was a complete blushing mess, while gasping for air. It was pretty cute seeing the usual stuck-up one all disheveled. Even his perfect hair was all messed up.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't take it too far...".

"As much as I hate to admit it... it was kind of fun, I guess..." Mushitaro spoke in a more shy tone, not daring to make eye contact. Poe then softly pulled his chin up to get a better look at his flushed face, and then their lips locked together for a sweet kiss.

"Glad you enjoyed it~" Poe gave a teasing smirk, causing Mushitaro to let out a flustered groan.

"Oh c'mon! You try being on the receiving end—".

At that, both of their eyes widened. Although, Mushitaro took on a more mischevious look. "Say Poe... how about I return the favor?~".

"Oh crap..." was the only thought running across Poe's head as he bolted out of the room with Mushitaro hot in his tail. Both of them giggling like little kids in this silly war of theirs. I guess writing could wait a while longer...

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I want to kiss them both so badly help-

[charliedawn]

DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 16

Warning: Long.

JR-6025 was in her hut when she looked down at the transmitter around her wrist. She sighed.

It was time…

She called General Hux.

She tried to mentally prepare herself, but it was impossible. The transmission came through quickly, and General Hux's face appeared on the screen.

"Trooper..." He said, his tone more authoritative and slightly harsher than usual. Her eyes widened. That was the face of a very angry and displeased man…What had she done again ?

"Sir." She greeted back.

"Where are you ?" He interrogated. "You haven't been responding to my communications for the past few days..."

"…I apologise. I have been busy." She replied—thinking about how she had had to spare with Rey every single day because she wanted a fighting partner and how Luke Skywalker had been breathing down her neck ever since she had set foot on his island…

"Busy doing what, may I ask ?" He responded sharply with a raised eyebrow. "Or could it be that you had other intentions ? Other communications ?"

He continued, the subtle accusations clear in his tone and not lost on her experienced ears.

"…Excuse me ?" She frowned in confusion.

The general’s expression hardened.

"Well, you have been rather late with your responses over the past few days..." He said and clicked his tongue. "And I do know that you have had difficulty dealing with your...doubts."

Her eyes widened and she tightened her grasp around the transmitter.

"…What would you know about MY doubts, general ?" She asked and there was underlying fear in her voice as she wondered what the General could have poss heard.

Hux leant forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. She could feel hid silent judgment—even if she was only facing his hologram.

"You thought I wouldn’t know about your feelings towards the Rebellion ? That I haven't had my suspicions about your loyalties ?" He asked and JR clenched her teeth.

"…I see." She took a deep breath. "I haven’t forgotten my mission, if that is what you are insinuating."

"Oh, I am well aware that you haven't forgotten..." General Hux responded in an emotionless voice. "But I am also well-aware that you let your doubts continue to exist and fester within you instead of simply suppressing them in favor of your loyalty to the First Order..."

She looked away. It was true she had had her doubts but…She had never thought of betraying the First Order.

"…Now, how would you know any of this, sir ?" She asked with suspicion in her gaze.

"That is of no importance." General Hux snarled in response to her question. "What matters is that I know exactly how you have been acting over the past few days, and this is not behavior that I will tolerate..."

"Pray tell. How have I been acting exactly ?" She replied with a frown.

"You have been hesitant, and you have been slow to respond to my calls..." He responded with an unimpressed expression. "You have simply not been as loyal as you were expected to be..."

"I have been trying to gain the Rebellion’s trust. Isn’t that what you wanted ?" She retorted with a hint of disbelief. What more was she expected to do ?! He frowned, clearly irritated by her answer.

"Yes, you have been attempting to gain the Resistance's trust..." He said slowly, carefully choosing his next words. "But there is no reason for you to show this kind of hesitance while doing so..."

"What hesitance ?" She challenged and he took a moment to remain silent, attempting to maintain as much patience as possible.

"You haven't been showing the same devotion to the mission as you have previously..." He uttered calmly yet sharply. "And I can't help but notice that you have been taking longer to respond to my communications..."

"I cannot be 24/7 communicating with you, General." She replied shortly and with a small twitch of the corner of her lips. "I am on an island with Rey and Luke Skywalker. I am trying to gain information and get as close as possible to the scavenger girl. And you still expect me to be at your beck and call ?"

His expression darkened visibly at her statement.

"Are you implying that I am interfering with your mission ?" He responded, his tone becoming slightly more threatening as an edge of anger laced his sentences.

"I am implying that I wish you would trust me more !" She finally burst out and he glared at her with a scowl.

"I would trust you more if your doubts and fears didn't hold so much sway over your actions..." He retorted.

"What doubts and fears ? I cannot be communicating all the time with you, general !" She protested.

General Hux gritted his teeth before replying: "But you have the time to communicate with Lord Kylo Ren ?"

Her eyes widened and General Hux huffed mockingly.

"Yes. I am aware that you have been communicating with Ren."

JR sighed. Of course. Now, she knew where he had gotten the idea from…

"He has been invading my mind with the Force, sir. I cannot exactly push him back…"

He remained silent for a few moments, his gaze narrowing...

"So, you've been letting him invade your thoughts..." He murmured. His voice then took on a mocking tone. "Is that the real reason why you haven't been responding to my messages ? Because your mind was busy with other things...such as him ?"

"What am I supposed to do ?!" She replied—exasperated by the general’s lack of understanding. He sighed, his voice filling with a hint of irritation.

"You could have attempted to find a way of resisting him..." He responded and JR’s eyes widened in disbelief at his words. "Did you even try to suppress his influence ? Or did you simply let him do as he pleased ? Or did you secretly like it...did you secretly enjoy his little mental invasions ?"

She was stunned. Was he accusing her of talking to Kylo Ren ?!

"What ? You know I have only been loyal to you. Only you. I cannot help it that Lord Ren has the Force and uses it to enter my mind now, can I ?!" She shook her head and sighed.

The First Order General's eyes narrowed even further as he listened to her. His voice became more hostile and more agitated.

"Just how often has Lord Ren's presence been invading your mind ?" He asked, his tone taking on a slightly more threatening edge.

"…Three times. Maybe four." She shrugged.

"And each time, you let him invade your thoughts unimpeded, as though you had no problem with his presence..." He uttered sharply, each word carrying an implicit accusation with it. JR took a deep breath to calm herself.

"General Hux ! He is a Sith Lord. He has been spending his life training with the Force ! I cannot exactly just shut the door of my mind in his face !" She was starting to get annoyed ans angry at Hux’s accusations. What did he expect her to do ?

His jaw tightened as she said that.

"Yet you made no attempt to do so..." He spoke slowly. "You just let him enter your mind without even trying to resist..."

"What would you have me do ?! How could I possibly stop a Force user from entering my mind ?!" She couldn’t believe the discussion they were having. The absurdity of it…

"There are ways of resisting the Force..." He gritted his teeth. "Ways of maintaining your mental fortitude. Yet you never sought out training for such a purpose...instead you allowed Lord Ren to invade your mind as he pleased, again and again..."

"And who would train me ?!" She finally asked and looked up at the ceiling—wondering if maybe if she stopped looking at general Hux, the situation would turn out more bearable…

"I have the best instructors available in the First Order at my disposal..." He replied coldly. "What stopped you from reaching out to me for training ? Why did you allow Lord Ren to do whatever he pleased ?"

"Last time I checked, he can get into YOUR head too ! I am a stormtrooper ! He is a Sith Lord ! I am on a mission ! To spy on Rey and Luke Skywalker ! And you would have me come back to the ship to get training on how to resist Lord Ren’s Force powers ?!"

He leaned forward in his seat.

"You are a stormtrooper, but you are supposed to be one of my soldiers..." He muttered. "And I would much rather have you learn how to resist a Force user's influence than allow you to continue being mentally invaded by one..."

"Sir. Are you seriously jealous ?" She finally asked and he blinked in disbelief as he heard what she said.

"Jealous...?" He echoed, his tone becoming even harsher. "Jealous ?! ME ?"

His play of the shocked or confused or offended didn’t work on her. She knew General Hux well enough to decipher his different moods and emotions. And right now ? There was no doubt in her mind…

"Is that it ? Really ? You are jealous that I have been talking to Lord Ren ?" She insisted and General Hux remained silent for a few moments, his jaw tightening once more.

"I am the General of the First Order..." He muttered tightly. "I am in command of the entire First Order military...Why would I be jealous of a mere stormtrooper such as you...just for having occasional communications with Lord Ren ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him, but didn’t dare say more on the matter.

"Then what is it ? Lord Ren is a member of the First Order ! We are all on the same side !"

"And yet he is invading your mind and having his way with you..." He uttered sharply. "Would you also let me enter your thoughts like he does, if given the opportunity ? Would your mind be open towards me in the same way it is towards him ?"

She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"General…What are you…?"

"Would you let me enter your thoughts ?" He repeated, his tone taking on a threatening edge once more.

"YOU ARE NOT A FORCE USER !" She finally said, but immediately regretted her words. "No wait…That’s not what I…"

His eyes narrowed, and the threatening undertone to his tone grew stronger.

"Are you implying that if I was a Force user, you would let me enter your thoughts ?" He asked, his tone a combination of threatening and accusing.

"I am not letting anyone enter my thoughts. Lord Ren just…invites himself in, sir." She replied and was starting to get tired of the conversation. Couldn’t he see that she couldn’t do anything ?

"And you have done nothing to stop it..." He muttered. "Nothing to push him out..."

"Which begs the question..." He continued slowly. "...Do you allow him to invade your mind so easily because you enjoy his presence there ? Do you enjoy having him in your mind, and the feel of him in your thoughts ?"

She huffed a laugh of disbelief.

"Are you listening to yourself ? Do you really think I enjoy any of this ? Do you think I enjoy being on the enemy’s side and having Lord Ren violate the privacy of my own mind ?"

"Then why haven't you found a way of keeping him out ?" He responded sharply. "It doesn't make sense. If this is truly something you are unhappy about, then why haven't you found a way of keeping him out of your head ?"

"I AM ON AN ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH A JEDI MASTER AND REY ! WHERE WOULD I FIND SOMEONE TO TEACH ME HOW TO KEEP LORD KYLO REN AT BAY ?!" She remained silent for a moment before she came to the sudden realisation. "Oooooh…"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh...?" He repeated with a slight frown of confusion and JR sighed before explaining.

"Hear me out."

He remained silent for a moment...

"Fine..." He replied, his tone filled with curiosity. "I am listening."

She licked her lips before thinking about it and saying.

"…Luke Skywalker is a Jedi Master, right ?"

He nodded once.

"Yes, he is..." He replied slowly—wondering what she was getting at.

"…What if…I asked him to teach me…how to push someone out of my mind ?"

His jaw tightened as he listened to her suggestion.

"You would ask Luke Skywalker, the Jedi Master who is currently housing Rey, how to keep Lord Ren out of your mind ?" He uttered before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation and disbelief. Was it really possible to be that astoundingly stupid ? "And you see nothing wrong with that proposal ?"

"…Well, what else do you propose ? I am stuck here. Might as well try and see if I can make Luke Skywalker teach me a thing or two ?" She suggested. It seemed as if he was thinking about it before he shook his head. He remained silent for a few moments, his tone taking on a threatening edge once more.

"Have you lost your mind...?" He muttered. "You do not even have the slightest idea of how dangerous it would be if you openly revealed to Luke Skywalker that Lord Ren has the ability to enter your mind..."

She winced.

"I…agree. But I could hide it. Say that it is just for safety purposes. To help Rey. To keep enemies at bay ?"

He narrowed his eyes as he listened to her.

"You honestly believe that he would fall for that ?" He uttered. "Or do you honestly believe that Luke Skywalker will not notice your true reason for asking this of him ?"

"Alright then ! What is your brilliant idea then ? I am all ears, general !" She huffed in irritation. His tone immediately shifted to one of annoyance, as well.

"Keep Lord Ren at bay yourself !" He shouted. "It can't be that difficult...! Surely you just have to find a way of pushing him out...and keeping him out when he tries to return...like a defense mechanism of sorts...."

She blinked twice.

"…Are you serious ?"

He didn’t relent.

"Of course I am serious..." He responded harshly. "Am I supposed to believe that you cannot even find a way of pushing him out of your mind on your own ?!"

"I feel like I am repeating myself here…He is a damn SITH LORD !" She repeated and pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation.

"And you are a member of the First Order, a loyal soldier !" He shouted before muttering under his breath. "One who is supposed to be my best..."

JR was stunned for a second before she smiled. He froze for a second, before he noticed that she was smiling and his eyes narrowed...

"What are you smiling about...?"

"~Nothing." She hummed with a small smile still playing on her lips.

"Speak." He commanded her. "Tell me what exactly is making you smile right now."

"…You just admitted that I am your best soldier."

There was a brief moment of silence as his gaze fixed upon her.

"And why, exactly, did that make you smile ?"

"…I didn’t know you held me in such high esteem. That’s all." She replied with a small shrug. He was silent for a few moments. His expression softened, though he remained silent...

She smiled again.

"…I am glad to know it now. But, even though you think I am a good soldier, I cannot force Kylo Ren to keep away without training, sir. And I think my best shot would be to ask Luke Skywalker to teach me. With…your permission. Of course."

He remained silent for a few moments, and then leaned back in his seat...

"Fine." He muttered. "You may ask him...I give you permission to do so..."

She smiled again.

"Thank you, sir. And…I’ll try to communicate with you more often. I promise."

His expression softened slightly, and he nodded once.

"Good..." He muttered. "Now, see to it that you do your job. And be careful...do not let Luke Skywalker become suspicious of you or of your intentions..."

She smiled and nodded.

"Well noted, general."

She then looked away.

"And…thank you."

His eyes narrowed once again.

"Thank me...?" He responded slowly. "For what, exactly ?"

"For…worrying about me."

His lips tightened.

"I merely gave you permission to talk to Luke Skywalker..." He responded. "I am merely asking you to see if you can use this as an opportunity to gather some of the information we need...that is all..."

He sighed.

"...Do not let such ideas of sentimentalism fill your head..."

"Right right. Never." She agreed, but was still smiling.

"Good." He replied, his voice once more becoming cold and emotionless. "And if Lord Ren does try to enter your mind again before you have spoken to Skywalker...you will immediately inform me...and not Luke Skywalker..."

"Yes, sir." She smiled before she was about to end communication. His eyes narrowed once again.

"One last thing..." He said.

"Yes ?" She looked at him.

"Before you go..." He paused for a second. "I wish to know...when was the first time Lord Ren invaded your mind ?"

"Oh ! Hum…It was…I think it was after I talked to his mother. General Organa. Why ?"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You spoke to Lord Ren's mother ?" He echoed. "When ?"

She shrugged.

"A few days after I infiltrated the Resistance."

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"And...what did you speak to her about ?"

JR hesitated. She didn’t want to say anything personal about Lord Ren to General Hux. He became slightly irritated.

"Tell me."

"Sir…I don’t think it is of any importance. Really."

His face contorted into a grimace of annoyance.

"I will decide whether it is insignificant or not. Now tell me..."

She sighed.

"…We talked about…Ben Solo." She closed her eyes. His jaw clenched tightly.

"Ben Solo...you mean to tell me that you discussed Kylo Ren's past with his mother ?"

"…It was just…a conversation. Nothing more." She tried to justify herself.

"A conversation...about Kylo Ren's past." He repeated slowly. "With General Organa, who happens to be...his mother, yes ?"

"…What is your point, general ?" She said and he remained silent for a moment—thinking.

"What were the specifics of the conversation ?"

She shrugged.

"Memories. Childhood memories. Just…whatever you would expect a mother to talk about when talking about her son. She just wanted to know that her son was alright…"

"Yes, and what about you..." He hissed. "...Why were you interested in hearing about his childhood and his past ?"

"I was just trying to gain her trust." She said and looked away. She wouldn’t admit to General Hux that she had actually been interested to know more about Kylo Ren’s past…

"By asking her about her son's childhood...Memories from before he joined the First Order..." He sighed. "I see..."

"Yes." She nodded.

"And what did you learn about him ?" He muttered slowly. "What did she tell you about her son..."

JR thought about it. What could she say ?

"…That he was a happy child."

He leant forward in his seat for a moment.

"...Nothing else...? Nothing more..."

"No, sir."

"You expect me to believe that you and General Organa talked about Kylo Ren's past..." He hissed, his tone filled with suspicion. "...And the only thing she told you was that he was a happy child ?"

"I mean…What else could she have said ?" She protested.

"I do not know !" He shouted. "Were there no significant events in his childhood ?! Or something embarrassing ? Something…useful ?"

"Why would you want to know ?" She frowned slightly. "General…Are you…trying to find some kind of emotional leverage against Lord Ren ?"

He paused.

"What makes you think that ?" He murmured and slowly turned his head towards her and JR knew he was upset by the way she thought his eyes held fire in them. "What are you trying to insinuate ?"

She frowned. It was one thing to be ambitious and bold, it was another to try to gain the upper hand on a rival through emotional manipulation.

"…I believe it is best I end the communication now, sir. I need to…get back to the mission."

He remained silent for a few moments.

"...Fine..." He grunted. "Go do what you need to do..."

"Yes, sir. Goodbye."

He glared at the transmission for a few moments, before he cut the connection.

"...Goodbye..." He nodded once and immediately ended the transmission, sitting there in silence for a few moments...

As soon as the call was over, JR-6025 let out a sigh of relief and she looked up at the ceiling of her hut…That was tense. She then looked outside and saw Rey training. She was getting better day after day. JR then looked for Luke, but saw no sign of him…At that moment, the door to her hut suddenly opened, as Luke Skywalker stepped inside. Luke took a few steps towards her, the door slamming shut behind him as he approached...JR instinctively took a few steps back—her hand instinctively reaching for the blaster she had hidden underneath her bed.

"M-Master Luke. To what do I owe the pleasure ?" She forced a smile. He remained silent for a few moments, before responding slowly.

"I know who you have been communicating with..."

Her smile faltered slightly.

"I…I don’t…"

He took a few steps towards her.

"Don't try and deny it..."

She sighed. "It…isn’t my fault. Lord Ren has been entering my mind by force. I would like to be able to push him away. But I cannot…I need…I need your help."

He paused.

"...Lord Ren has been entering your mind...?"

She closed her eyes and nodded. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"When did this begin...?"

She sighed.

"A few days ago. But his appearances have been more frequent recently…"

"I see..." There was a moment of silence as Skywalker thought about it.

"And why did you not tell me about this...as soon as you noticed it...?"

She sighed.

"I was afraid you would…ask me to leave."

"So...you thought it better to keep a secret from me instead...of simply telling me about it...?" He clenched his jaw tightly.

"I am sorry. I know I was wrong. I just…Everyone already sees me as a traitor and I didn’t want Rey or you to have any more reasons to doubt me." She explained and he sighed.

"I see..." He remained silent for a few moments, his voice softened slightly. "I understand how you may have feared...but you should have told me..."

"…I know. I apologise. But, I need your help."

He raised an eyebrow.

"...And what exactly is this 'help' you are requesting of me...?"

She hesitated. "Could you…teach me ? Teach me how to keep him at bay ?"

She waited for his answer and Luke huffed before turning around to leave.

"No."

"What ?!" She exclaimed before following him. "What do you mean no ?!"

Luke paused for a brief moment as she followed him.

"...You want ME to teach you how to push away Lord Ren from your mind ? After all..." He looked back at her. "...You still communicate with the First Order..."

JR’s eyes widened.

"Wait a second…How do you know that ?"

He merely blinked once.

"I..." He paused for a moment.

"Were you…spying on me ?" She asked with a frown and crossed her arms over her chest.

Luke rolled his eyes before mimicking her.

"Ironic coming from a spy."

She remained silent for a moment, and then scoffed.

"Right, I was a spy, so what..." She shook her head. "...Anyway...back to what I was saying...what do you mean you cannot teach me how to push away Lord Ren...?"

He humphed.

"You have got a LOT of nerve."

She smirked as she sighed.

"You didn't answer my question..."

"Let me see…" He started counting on his fingers. "You are a spy. Lord Ren keeps entering your mind. You are a stormtrooper. You have infiltrated the Rebellion to spy on Rey and on me. I am currently THIS close to just throwing you over a cliff for the fish to feast." He showed a narrow gap between his finger and thumb to illustrate his words.

JR raised an eyebrow at him.

"Then why haven’t you ?"

Luke’s jaw twitched before be sighed.

"Because if you had told the First Order about where I am or what we are doing, then the First Order would already be here. But, you haven’t. And I see…something in you. For some reason. And my sister saw it too since she sent you to me."

There was a sudden silence. For a while, at least. JR was silent for a while. Then, she chuckled.

"So despite everything," She spoke slowly, as if processing her own words. "...You haven't thrown me over a cliff, simply because you see something in me...?"

Luke raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled again.

"If you really do see something in me," she spoke slowly, a hint of a smirk on her face. "...What would you call it...? Is it something good ?"

"Haven’t figured it out yet." He replied truthfully and she remained silent for a few moments.

"So...you see something in me, but you don't know what, exactly...?"

Luke frowned.

"Be grateful that I have even allowed you to stay. Stormtroopers are normally unwelcome on my island. Actually, everyone but me is unwelcome. But, especially stormtroopers."

She scoffed.

"If you are still figuring out what this 'something' is..." She paused shortly. "...Why do you not simply teach me how to push away Lord Ren's intrusion ? What do you have to lose ?"

Luke huffed mockingly.

"And help a member of the First Order ? Great idea. Why don’t I teach you how to use the Force next, why don’t I ?"

"I don't want to learn the Force..." She muttered slowly, rolling her eyes. "But I do want to learn about ways to stop Lord Ren from invading my mind..."

She paused for a moment.

"You do have a solution, yes ?"

Luke hesitated.

"…Perhaps." He stood before her—looming over her. "But…I do not teach stormtroopers."

"Oh ?" She smirked, stepping up to face him in a mockery of his stance. "...Can't you make an exception ? For me, at least ?"

At this point, she was just playing confident. She was scared that Luke would actually send her away without helping her. But she thought that by being honest, he would at least consider it.

"And pray tell, why would I do that ?" He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. She remained silent for a few moments, before grinning.

"Because I am special ?" She replied coyly.

Luke chocked on a laugh and waved her in a dismissive manner.

"Arrogant. So very arrogant…"

She shrugged.

"Well...what can I say...I am special..." She smirked.

"And since you still 'cannot figure out what this something is' that you see in me..." She took a step closer to him. "...Perhaps...you might consider teaching me..."

"Nice speech. But, as I have said before…I do not teach stormtroopers." He repeated stubbornly and she frowned, her fists clenching.

"But as you said..." She raised her hand to point at herself. "...I am special. So...Perhaps you might reconsider."

Luke rolled his eyes. She made him think of Han Solo…Stubborn prick that he was…Luke shook his head at the memory of his old friend.

"I am afraid I already have a student that I need to be FULLY committed to."

She remained silent for a few moments, frowning once again.

"...You mean Rey ?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes. Rey. And if I recall correctly, you begged me to train her." Luke said and looked into her eyes. "Would you really risk HER training to get yourself some lessons ?"

JR frowned and looked away. She hesitated. She remained silent for a while, thinking over what he said.

"...No." She muttered quickly, her tone a mix of guilt and resignation. "...I wouldn't..."

Luke’s expression softened as he realised that the stormtrooper genuinely cared about Rey. He sighed before looking away.

"I…do not teach stormtroopers." He repeated before walking past her, but he then stopped and looked back at her. "But…I am willing to try. If you are no longer one. If you cut all ties with the First Order. And if you abandon their ways. If you truly commit to Rey and the Rebellion. Then…Maybe…"

JR closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She thought about General Hux and years of fighting for the First Order. She would have to abandon all that…She would have to say goodbye to them…Her face froze.

"...You mean...I would have to fully defect to the Rebellion...? You are really giving me an ultimatum ?"

Luke didn’t say anything. He only left her with her thoughts and JR closed her eyes. She had promised to stay loyal to General Hux. She had pledged to the stormtrooper creed. Her whole life had been linked to the First Order.

She couldn’t possibly…

She remained silent for a few moments, her mind racing.

The First Order...General Hux...Years spent as a loyal stormtrooper...

A part of her thought she couldn't do it. A part of her thought that there was no way that she could turn her back on everything that she had known up until now. But another part of her also thought of Rey...JR looked at the transmitter in her hand and her eyes started filling up with tears. She would have to say goodbye to her old life. She would have to say goodbye to General Hux and Kylo Ren and what she had always been…She held the transmitter close as tears silently streamed down her face.

She suddenly felt a pang of loneliness as she realised just how close she was to...well, just everything in her past life.

The First Order...General Hux...Kylo Ren…Everything...

She started walking back to her hut and sat down. She remained silent for a few moments, trying to keep her cool. As difficult and impossible as this mission was, her loyalty was still to the First Order. Or she tried to convince herself it was…

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

She didn’t even need to turn around to know that she wasn’t alone anymore…

"Lord Ren. What is it you want ?" She spoke slowly, trying to put on a stoic and emotionless demeanor, as was expected of a good and loyal stormtrooper.

"How far is Rey in her training ?" He asked and she restrained a heavy sigh.

She frowned.

"She is..." She thought for a moment. "She is making good progress, I would say..."

She turned around to face him and was surprised to find him wearing his mask again.

"Lord Ren. Is there a particular reason for your…presence now ?"

He scoffed.

"I simply wished to see how much 'progress' she had made..." He paused for a few moments. "...And because I wanted to speak with you."

She tensed up. "About ?"

He smiled.

"About your mission. And about the progress you have made with Rey."

JR sighed before asking.

"Couldn’t you use the transmitter to contact me ? The one General Hux is using ? Instead of coming and going in my head."

Kylo Ren chuckled—but the modified sound was echoing within her mind and made her quiver slightly.

"And why would I do that ? When I can have ALL the information I want right from the source ?"

JR’s jaw twitched at his words.

"Then view it as a request, Lord Ren. Would you…please…stop…entering me mind ?" She closed her eyes.

"And how do you intend to make me do that...?" He smirked. "If you want me to stop, then make me."

He chuckled.

"It is not as if I enjoy entering your mind without your consent...It is just the quickest and most effective way to communicate and ensure your safety."

Liar…He was having a blast. And she knew he couldn’t care less about her safety.

She thought to herself. She felt anger bubbling deep inside her.

"Stop."

He scoffed. "Just 'stop' ?" He smirked tauntingly. "Do you really expect me to simply stop because you tell me to...?"

"Please." She insisted and he shook his head.

"No," He replied bluntly. "I shall enter your mind...whenever I feel the need to."

"Lord Ren. Please. Just…Please. Leave." She tried again, but he simply glared at her, his temper starting to rise.

"And what makes you think that I am going to do as you ask ?" He snapped and she shuddered.

"Because I am asking you. Because I am asking you to let me take my own decisions and leave my mind at once."

He glowered at her.

"Your mind is not simply your mind. If it was, I would not be able to enter it. Therefore, I am well within my right to continue entering your mind, 'whenever I feel the need to'. That is my final answer."

She gritted her teeth and glared back at him.

"Nobody trusts me because they know you are in my mind ! General Hux is having doubts about me ! Luke Skywalker is having doubts about me ! All that because of YOU !"

"That is your issue," He snapped. "Not mine. So I shall continue to do what I want."

He folded his arms over his chest like a child and glared at JR. She sighed and shook her head. She now understood General Hux’s strife now more than ever.

"You cannot blame me for everyone distrusting you. You yourself gave the First Order reason not to..." He started and she saw red.

"I have been nothing but loyal all my life ! I have tried to be a good stormtrooper ! And you keep trying to get General Hux to see me as a traitor ! To make the whole world believe it so ! Why ?! Why, Lord Ren ?!" She shouted and immediately regretted when she saw the way Lord Ren was now so close to her. He was looming over her and she had never felt so much like a mosquito right now…

"...Did it ever occur to you that I want to keep you safe...?" He finally claimed and remained silent for a few moments, a hint of guilt suddenly appeared in his voice. "And for the record...I did not try to get General Hux to see you as a traitor. He is the one who thinks that and came to that conclusion on his own..."

She huffed a mocking laugh.

"Right…And how did he learn that you could enter my mind at will ? You told him. Of course you did…"

His expression suddenly hardened.

"I had to tell him..." He snapped. "Besides, that does not matter..."

"IT DOES MATTER !" She protested and Kylo’s breathing picked up.

"No it does not. Not in the slightest. You were suspicious from the beginning." He glared at her as he took a step closer to her. "And yet you are angry at me for informing your superior...."

"Of course I am ! Because I thought I could trust…" She admitted and sighed softly. "…because I thought I could trust you."

Kylo Ren was momentarily surprised before there was a small static noise that JR recognised as a mocking huff—a barely stifled laugh.

"And, tell me, JR..?" He paused as he took another step closer to her. "What made you think that you could ever trust me...?"

She gulped and took a few steps back.

"Right. I was obviously wrong…"

"Well...you are not entirely wrong..." he replied, a playful tone suddenly filling his voice. "I did tell him about our...special connection...but not much more."

She took a deep breath and turned her back on him.

"…There is no connection. You are just an intruder in my own mind. An intruder that I will find a way to get rid of somehow…"

"Do you truly believe that...?" He asked, moving closer to her. He suddenly reached out and held one of her shoulders.

"The bond between us is real...You cannot simply get rid of me..."

"I can. And I will." She refused to let him play with her mind. He smirked and chuckled.

"And just...how exactly do you intend to do that...?" He tapped her cheek with his glove finger tauntingly.

"…I will ask for help." She swiftly turned around to stare at him. "…from Skywalker."

He raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"From..." He laughed. "...From Luke Skywalker...?" He scoffed. "Why would that old fool help you...?"

"…Because I told him I would defect." She gritted her teeth. "Because of you ! I have no choice…You got what you wanted. I cannot be free and even my own thoughts and feelings do not belong to me anymore since you obviously seem to find my mind amusing to haunt and ruin…"

He folded his arms over his chest as he smiled.

"So, basically..." He paused in between words. "...you are going from one leash to another ?"

She huffed.

"Better his than yours."

She glared at him.

"I was General Hux’s pet. Now, I am yours. And soon, I will be someone else’s. Congratulations. You have succeeded in making me realise that no matter where I am or with whom, I shall always be just a pet to all of you ! Yes. Congratulations, Lord Ren. Thank you for enlightening me…"

She felt tears fill her eyes and suddenly, Kylo Ren removed his mask to look at her properly. He remained silent for a few moments, his facial expression suddenly darkening. He took a step closer to her, and grabbed her arms tightly.

"You are not my pet. Do you understand ?!" He spoke forcefully. "I am not like General Hux. He may have treated you like a pet...but I..."

He paused, clenching his fists.

"You…WHAT ?!"

He remained silent for a few seconds before looking away. He took a deep breath.

"I..." He paused again. "I..." His voice suddenly grew quieter, the anger in his expression fading. "I would never treat you...like...like a pet..." He whispered. "I would respect you..."

"Respect me ? Respect me, Lord Ren ?" Tears ran down her cheeks. "You keep violating the privacy of my mind, you keep making me doubt about everything. You keep trying to manipulate me and making me believe that I can trust you…but I cannot, can I ? I cannot trust ANYONE."

He remained silent for a few moments. Then, he slowly looked back at her. He seemed to have regained his composure.

"You cannot trust anyone," He agreed. "But..." Again, a long pause followed. "You can trust me."

He moved a step closer to her.

"I told you, that I would never treat you like a pet...And I meant it..."

"Liar…" She pushed him away. "Liar."

He remained silent for a few moments.

"Say what you want about me," He said, remaining calm in the face of her hostility. "But I have never lied to you, JR-6025."

"LIAR !" She screamed and her breathing picked up. "I am done. I am done with you. And General Hux. And the First Order ! I want to be free ! And if defection is the price ? Then fine !"

"Is that your final answer...?" He mumbled quietly, a bitter edge to his voice. "If so..." He paused. His eyes suddenly flashed with anger. "Then defect. And see how long you last without me to protect you..."

She gritted her teeth and stood closer to him before seething.

"When did you EVER protect me ?"

"From..." He paused and seemed to stop himself before continuing. "...From General Hux. I have had to listen to his thoughts...for months...And during that time, he...did...not think kindly of you...He wanted to hurt you."

Her eyes widened slightly before she shook her head. No…She wouldn’t let him influence her again.

"Well, at least he was always honest about his feelings towards me ! General Hux never pretended to care about me ! He was always faithful to his beliefs ! To the First Order ! And I admire him for it ! But you ?! You are so confused and trying to be someone you obviously aren’t just to pretend belonging to the Dark Side ! And you wish me to join your side ?! But, what is your side, Kylo Ren ? You have no side !"

He remained silent for a few moments, looking away from her, his expression darkening again.

"Yes, I am confused," He whispered. "And yes, I may be trying to figure out who I want to be. But at least I have not simply obeyed and done as I was told all my life."

He slowly turned back to her, still holding on to her arms tightly. "I want to be better than the First Order ever was," He finally confessed. "And you..."

"…What about me ?"

He moved slightly closer to her.

"You..." his expression softened for a moment as he paused. "You want to be free...free from the bonds of the First Order...and from General Hux."

He took another step forward.

"I...can offer that." He then extended his hand forward—hoping she would take it.

She sighed and shook her head.

"You cannot. You are as much a pet as I am, Lord Ren." She huffed. "Same leash, different master."

"I am NOT a pet," He muttered, his voice starting to raise, his temper gradually rising again. He lowered his hand. "And at the end of the day, I am nothing like General Hux. I do not seek power for power's sake, I have motives other than self-serving."

"Yes ? Such as ?" She asked.

"Freedom," He whispered. "And the eradication of the past…the fall of the First Order. I seek to rebuild a new Empire…"

"A new Empire ?" Her eyes widened in horror. "A new Empire…That is your big plan ? To re-build a system built on terror and destruction ?"

He remained silent for a few moments, before speaking in a firm, low voice.

"And the Rebellion…?" He laughed. "What is their plan ? Re-building a system that did nothing but maintain a broken and dying Republic…? No. A new Empire would actually benefit the galaxy. And besides…" The anger returned again. "…it would give us new meaning..."

She remained silent and shook her head before turning her back to him once more. He paused for a moment in silence. He then stepped closer to her, and spoke in a softer, more desperate voice than he had been previous.

"...Please..."

She sighed.

"I genuinely thought…we could be friends. But, all you seek is power. Just like all of them…"

"I do not just seek power," He snapped. "I seek purpose. Freedom. And a better future. But I cannot have that..."

Again, he paused before speaking again.

"Not unless you help me."

"…I cannot help you, Lord Ren. I am sorry."

"And why not ?" His voice was louder again, almost filled with some form of rage. "I am offering you freedom ! Freedom from the constraints of the First Order, freedom to make your own choices..."

"No. What you are offering me is a brand new leash and a golden cage. And with you on top."

"...At least that leash would be of my own making," He said, his voice barely above a whisper now. "And..." He took a deep breath. "...In time, you would not feel as if it were a cage..."

"…But it would still be a cage—no matter how beautiful or luxurious you make it."

He remained silent for a few moments.

"Yes. It would be a golden cage, perhaps. In time, you would even grow to appreciate it. You would learn to enjoy the comfort of it. And would you not prefer that, instead of the leash of the First Order ?"

She shivered as she felt one of his arms wrap itself around her midsection from behind as his fingers wrapped around her throat.

He remained silent for a few moments.

He loosened his grip on her throat, but he did not remove his arm.

"Tell me..." He spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. "Would you rather this leash...or that of the First Order ?"

She closed her eyes and the dry trails of tears on her face felt like lava.

"Just…stop."

"Answer the question," He replied calmly, although the grip on her throat remained. "Do you choose...a leash of my making...or the leash of the First Order...? You...will have a leash no matter your choice...only this way you could have some degree of control over your situation..."

"I do not want a leash…" She uttered in a whisper.

"Yet you will get one, regardless," He replied. "That much you should already know. The leash of the First Order...Or...a leash of my making."

She gritted her teeth and tried to get out of his grip, but she couldn’t.

"Please. I don’t want one. I don’t…"

Kylo Ren tightened his grip on her.

"It could be an invisible leash. A sweet one. One you would learn to love to have." He whispered in her ear. "One you won’t want to live without…"

"I could be gentle," He spoke quietly. "Tender even. You would barely notice the leash, and you would not even want to remove it..."

JR felt her breathing pick up.

"…I don’t…"

"Or..." He spoke softly, gently pulling her closer to him and his fingers tightening around her neck. "…I could also tighten the leash."

He paused.

"Tighten the leash...so tight you would choke on it..."

She gritted her teeth and felt more tears coming out of her eyes.

"…What if I choose the First Order’s leash ?"

His grip tightened and his expression darkened.

"You think you could stand up to General Hux…? You think you could disobey his demands ?" He asked and JR shivered at the sensation of his breath hitting the back of her neck.

"Could I yours ?" She retorted.

He paused before smirking.

"Yes. You could. And do you know why...?" His grip only tightened further.

"Because I would let you," He grunted. "I would let you disobey me...defy me..."

A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"You would hate it...I could make you hate it like nothing else..."

She frowned.

"…What do you mean ?"

"I would make you beg for forgiveness..." He whispered. "Beg me to forgive you for your disobedience..."

He paused for a few seconds, still grinning cruelly.

"And I would just laugh in your face..." He chuckled cruelly. "I would leave you to suffer under General Hux's wrath...I would take pleasure in making you suffer..."

She shivered.

"Then why would I choose YOUR leash ?"

Kylo Ren chuckled darkly.

"...General Hux is...unpredictable," He replied in a lower, darker tone, his grip tightened again. "Unlike me, he would simply...kill you...without a second thought. He would not care...he would barely give it a second thought. You would simply disappear...and the First Order would continue on without you."

JR’s eyes watered as she felt her air supply running thin.

"So why don’t you make yourself a favour and choose my leash instead...?" He chuckled quietly. "Because at least with me," He paused and let out a bitter laugh, "You could have some hope of surviving...."

His grip tightened on her once again.

"Although..." He remained silent for a few moments. "Perhaps I could just deliver you to General Hux instead..."

She started feeling the air coming in short supply in her lungs and her eyes prickling with tears.

"L-Lord Ren…You are hurting me. Let go." She said and tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her.

"I am not letting go..." He muttered, his grip growing even tighter. "Not anymore..."

His smile turned sinister as it became filled with rage.

"I do not care what you want. I do not care what you need...All I care about..." His voice became a cruel whisper. "...is that you are mine..."

JR felt his cold lips against the back of her neck and hissed as it felt like he was burning her…

"I will make you beg for air, JR..." He whispered cruelly. "I will make you beg simply to speak...to breathe…to live."

His grip only tightened further.

"But you won't care...Not really...because..." Another grin then spread across his face. "Because you’ll want me, just as much as I want you..."

And with that, JR felt herself slowly losing consciousness. He tightened his grip even more, and pulled her even closer. His breath was growing harsh and heavy too, but his grip remained tight and he did not loosen it.

"Don't faint..." He muttered. "Because if you faint, I'm going to get even angrier...And you DO NOT want that..."

She tried to stay awake as long as she could, but she couldn’t utter a sound…She was trapped. She could only cry and gasp. He felt her body starting to go limp, but he made no attempt to loosen his hold on her.

"That's right..." He muttered, his voice becoming even crueler. "That's it..." He said in a low voice, leaning in closer and whispering into her ear. "You are mine to do with as I please...aren’t you ?"

Just as she was about to pass out, the door to her hut opened and Skywalker entered. His eyes widened at the scene and he shouted authoritatively.

"NOOO !" He lifted his hand and pushed Kylo Ren back into his own body. Kylo Ren jolted away in his room and screamed out in rage.

"DAMN YOU, SKYWALKER !"