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hard-times-paramore · 2 years ago
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Literally scribbled it on my phone but. David 8 with the Detroit Become Human spinny LED thing.
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spennsrs · 10 months ago
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spencer agnew x reader
reader is a new intern/assistant for the games department and her and spencer kinda hit it off
possible slow burn
spencer content <3 love you
↳˳;; ❝ fuckin' nerd ༊*·˚
here we go spencer nation this is for you and erm its somewhat slowburn ig.... no confirmation of relationship so yas... reader referred to using they/them <3
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first day jitters fuckin' sucked. [y/n] could attest to that.
they rub their hands on the front of their jeans, the material somewhat grounding them as they stare at the office building... okay, technically it wasn't their first day, they had been there yesterday to set their desk up and get somewhat acquainted with the games side of the office. they met alex tran, jacqi, even vida!
but a specific glasses wearing, kickstart drinkin' idiot (alex tran's words) wasn't there. spencer agnew.. or their boss, essentially.
[y/n] didn't know why they were so nervous. it's not like spencer was a scary guy, per say... maybe he was. shaking their head, [y/n] enters the building with a semi-confident grin on their face, entering the lobby... only to be met with another body. well.. more like colliding.
"oh shit, i'm sorry dude-" "my bad-"
[y/n] collects themself as they brush off their clothes, before looking up to an average height male with curly dark hair and round glasses framing his eyes. he was... cute, in a... kind of dorky, awkward nerdy best friend in some mediocre coming of age novel. they find themself staring and quickly before they start to talk.
"you okay? we bumped pretty hard into each other... usually, i'm paying way more attention, i guess, i'm so sorry-" "hey.. you're that new intern, right? holy shit, you are. [y/n], right? what a first impression... i'm spencer by the way."
fuck. shit. fuckin' shit. of course this was their boss. they just ran into their boss, on their second first day...
"uhm... yeah. i'm [y/n], the one and only, heh. listen, i feel terrible for what i did, i can make it up to you! buy you a coffee, extra work, whatever you need, i'm willing."
their words were met with silence from spencer, and for a brief moment, they thought they fucked up royally. completely. fired on the spot.
"first meeting, an you're already asking me on a date? bold moves, [y/n], but i'm not that easily swayed." spencer's lips tug into a toothy grin, a grin that holds a teasing and chaff, a grin that promises lots of fun jokes at work, a grin that promised to keep them on their toes, to keep their heart fluttering-
[y/n] can't help but snort with a raised brow, determined to give back the same sass. if this is what it was like working here, they could get used to this place. "in your dreams, boss man. workplace relationships never work out anyway." they snap back with a laugh, which makes spencer mirror the action.
"fair enough, fair enough. i'm just pulling your chain, welcome to smosh games. i think we'll get along just fine."
[y/n] likes to agree with that statement.
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only a week of working at smosh, and [y/n] was finding the place to be a second home of sorts.
alex t had quickly climbed the ranks of becoming [y/n]'s favorite person, almost like a brother figure of sorts to the newer employee. on the other end of that, spencer had grown to be [y/n]'s biggest enemy, bully, and pin in their ass.
in a loving way, of course.
the two of them would bounce off each other's energy, and could bicker for hours, and had even developed a bit of a joking beef in the office. this also led to a little.. club of sorts, smosh employees who were banking on spencer and [y/n] eventually ending up together. even mythical employees were in on this, thanks to trevor. (who would've known rhett and link would be the fan club's number one members)
of course, this had led to some unspoken feelings, at least on spencer's side of things. he refused to say a thing, workplace relationships and h.r and all that jazz or whatever. he also didn't want to seem creepy as their boss having a crush on one of the interns. the only person who actively knew about spencer's little... predicament was alex t, which kind of sucks considering how close alex was to [y/n]. so, all in all, he was fucked.
lost in his own thoughts, spencer made his way to the office kitchen to grab another kickstart when he notices [y/n] fiddling with... well, he couldn't give a shit. what mattered was [y/n] was here. he runs a hand through his hair as he approaches them from behind, a wicked grin on his lips before he gently pokes their side. the other's body jolts and spencer catches how their eyes go wide like saucers, before spinning to glare at spencer. he could tell the glare wasn't angry or upset really, but also the bubbling laugh kinda gave them away.
"hey, [y/n], whatcha doin'? anything interesting?"
the other scoffs and turns back to what they were doing, which spencer can actually see is them fixing their lunch as [y/n] releases a dramatic sigh. "i was peacefully making lunch, but now the duke of chaos himself is here."
"duke of chaos? i'm the god of chaos, thank you very much, goddess of idiocy." that earned him another friendly glare over the shoulder. this is what he adored about them. sure, they were really cute, and their laugh was like... the most beautiful song he's heard, and their hands were nice and soft and fit right in his perfectly-
spence, stop getting carried away.. right.
he adored [y/n] because they knew how to joke, how to have a laugh, to keep up with his rather snarky little comments. he really valued that in a friend or a partner, but for some reason.. playful bullying looked really good especially on [y/n]. well... [y/n]'s specific hair color looked good on them as well... and that new top - he knew it was new because maybe he overheard them talking to chanse about it - fit them perfectly, and their eye color fit them perfectly-
"anyone home in there? this is ground control to spencer agnew, do you copy?" .... oh shit, they had been talking. he stared at them with wide eyes, swallowing thickly. he felt something akin to a blush creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks, and he knew they could see it based on the sly smirk that played onto their lips. "you're lucky it's me you're staring, y'know. think about that next time you gawk at women while zoning out."
"i wasn't-.. shut up, i wasn't gawking!" he definitely was gawking.
"you stupid fuckin' nerd. come on, we have a meeting to get to."
spencer could live with this, keeping the pretty intern a daydream away so they could keep a good work friendship with their inside jokes and their movie nights they'll end up having, spencer sharing his love for kickstarts with [y/n] who will complain but drink them anyway... as long as they were in his life, he didn't quite care what they were, or what other people thought of them. he couldn't care less if he gave his feelings away in the fleeting touches when they returned a pen they borrowed and how he made it linger, or how he stared at them like they hung the stars in the sky just for him... he didn't need a picture perfect movie ending...
all that mattered was he was their stupid fuckin' nerd, where they liked (or knew) it or not.
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typingdyslexiaisathing · 5 days ago
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A Pep Talk From Asmodeus (Obey Me!) fanfic
content: Mentions of depression. Talks about self image issues, weight and feeling accepted by others. (Am I projecting onto this OC? Yes I am indeed but by how much you'll never know!)
I stared at the reading on the scale. Feeling very empty despite the weight registered on the infernal machine. My mood going from bad to sullen in a flash. I knew eating those extra triple cheeseburgers was overindulging it. I had known that and yet I had let myself have the naughty burgers instead of the salad I had planned to make. Which led to the here and now as I felt my eyes burn. Tears pattering onto the scale for me to step off and just sit on my bed. Rubbing at my eyes when a knock on the door sounded out.
Asmodeus was there to look very concerned. His casual pink attire hugging his frame in all the right places for him to gasp and hurry to my side so as to dab at my eyes with a tissue. "Oh sweetie. There there my darling lamb. It's okay. Just tell Asmo why you-"
My gaze to the scale got Asmodeus to look down. His words cut off as the realization hit him. But he just gave a tisk to soon nudge the scale back and away from us with a heeled foot. "Oh posh. That evil lying piece of cursed devilry did it. Didn't it? I should light it on fire for you, darling. But no worries. Instead, I vote we head to the Human World and go to a farmer's market. Last time they had a petting zoo and even art stalls! What do you say?"
I looked at Asmodeus for my brain to just go growl grumpy on us both with no warning. My frown turning into a glare as I asked him with a snarl, "Why would you suggest we go look at vegetables and fruits when I'm this fat?! Do you have to rub in how my diet went face first into the toilet bowl?! I don't want to walk around and look at reminders of how unhealthy and thick I am!" Asmodeus went as wide eyed as possible to look utterly shocked. But then he gave me that warm smile that he only gave to someone he really cares about. That sass more soft and warm to make his point. "Oh honey. Like you could be any less perfect than now or before? Silly lamb. You are fine just as you are and always will be, honey. I know you've let the diet thing slide for a few days. That's only natural when we were at a birthday party for our beloved Beelzebub and Belphegor. they'd expect you to have a little more tasty food than usual."
I felt tears keep trekking down my face for Asmodeus to lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek. His words sweet and full of love. "When you first got here to the Devildom, I worried constantly over how little you actually tended to eat. Only for all of us to find out you grew up on medication that kept you from getting hungry. Medication that wasn't helping anymore for Solomon to make you a potion to take instead of those yucky chemicals in chalk form. Now you are actually sneaking snacks like a regular person. I cannot tell you how relieved I was to find you as the one eating my chocolate pudding that one night instead of Beelzebub, I forgot I was even mad over it. This is the first time in your life you've had to face slimming down instead of up. So you'll hit a few bumps and make a few bad choices. That does not change the you we all love and adore to pieces. So let's go to the farmer's market for some fresh air and tasty vegetables. We'll bring it all back and make a sublime healthy meal. Then we will sneak in a dance party game afterwards to get everyone else to work out."
I looked Asmodeus in the eyes to sniffle and let his words soak in. But my doubts and fears just wouldn't ease away. So I felt so guilty for not believing this gorgeous demon who never bothered with lies when it came to family and loved ones. I just hugged myself to sound broken and defeated. "How can you say that? Just act all casual and like it's so simple to do? Asmo... I hate how I look..." I didn't get any farther than that before Asmodeus just swept me up to pin me down into my bed. His gaze full of emotions of sadness and anger and deep resolution that only came out rarely. his words now deep and full of everything he felt and thought. "Do not dare say that about my precious pact human I love! You are you, honey! Silly jokes and two left feet and more sass than anyone else in all Three Realms! That's you and who you are! The human that I love to watch sketch in class since you finished all your class work already! The sweetheart that showers Luke in hugs and begs him to tell her about his day! Our resident blanket thief who hides all the pillows on Belphie so he has to do some kind of legwork before he passes out for the day. That's all you and who you are, honey! And we love you! I love you!"
Asmodeus then shifted so we were laying on our sides so he could just cuddle hug me. My eyes now full of crocodile tears as I sniffled and sobbed. Then I burst into wails to all but bear crush hug him. Making Asmodeus sigh to just rub my back and let me cry it all out. Until my nose was so plugged up I couldn't breathe. So Asmodeus helped me sit up to blow my nose for a good few minutes. Until I felt like an exhausted dirty soaked rag to groan in fatigue. "Sorry about your sweater, Asmo... I'll wash it for you..." Asmodeus just chuffed to then wave a hand for magic to take to the air. His once snot covered and tear stained pink sweater soon sparkling clean again. Which had me frown to pout out, "Show off. I wanted to do that spell for the practice and to love you back." Asmodeus looked so happy he all but cooed and giggled at me. Hugging me to just say, "Then you may use the spell once we get you into the bathroom for a scrub down of face and pores to then do some TLC for your back. Then we shall sneak away and go to the park for some fresh air and to get myself some selfies next to all the gorgeous landmarks."
I smiled at the plan to then give Asmodeus a squeeze. Which made him huff in mock distress to exclaim, "Oh my! The hug monster has me and will squish me so my makeup rubs off! Whatever shall I do?!"
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fayesdiary · 2 years ago
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Faye's Fòdlan Journal: Season 1 - Episode 5: Truly the best Academy
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As I still slightly suffer from the loss of footage, we get the mission for our second month at Garreg Mach: Wipe out a group of bandits that have taken refuge in the Red Canyon Zanado, led by Kostas.
Yes, that guy Byleth killed twice in the Prologue. Somehow he's still alive. Never thought I'd see the day an earlygame bandit boss would have plot armor.
So, time to go talk to everyone again. As a note in the future, I'll only point out the stuff I think it's interesting. Even if I wanted, I can't include everything due to the 30 image limit.
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Am I... getting sassed by a generic NPC?
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Oh by the way, here's the combat professor Jeritza. We actually met him last month but he got lost along with the footage.
There is very little to say about him right now, except he really wants to outedge Felix. His two passions are fighting and being alone. Thrilling stuff, let me tell you.
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Here we see the first glimpses of what will likely be a major theme in Three Houses: Fòdlan's huge problem of racism and xenophobia. It's going to get ugly fast, especially in the case of Duscur.
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Here I learn how recruiting students from other houses (and eventually other professors and knights) works: You have to reach a certain threshold on the things they require, be that Byleth's level or a specific stats, or even their rank with a particular weapon. You can still gain support conversations with them, and those lower the requirements for recruiting them. And since Bernie wants a high Bow rank, I will spend the following chapters trying to train Byleth in it. Luckily we have unlocked Faculty Training, which lets Byleth take lessons from the other professors in a specific skill whenever they have activity points to spare. Which unfortunately at this point is not often the case.
Similarly I got interested in recruiting Leonie since she seems so close to Jeralt (although to be honest I thought she was lying at first because certainly Byleth would know her if that was the case, right? Even more proof there's more going on between the two), and she requires a high Lance rank, so that will also be a priority.
And while I know I can potentially recruit everyone and crowd the Blue Lions class like crazy, I will be limiting myself to an extra students from each of the other two houses to preserve the experience. Besides, this game lets you deploy 12 units at most.
Speaking of Blue Lions: Hi, Felix.
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If I didn't know any better I'd just think he's being a dick as usual and don't get me wrong, he is. But given how Dimitri turns up at the start of the timeskip... there may be a hint of truth in what he's saying.
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AT TIMES, Ingrid!?
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Anyway, moving on. This month Jeralt gives us some battallions, an exclusive of this game: To put it simply, they grant the unit that equips one extra stats depending on the battallion which can be upgraded up to Lv5 simply by using it. Things like extra Attack, Hit/Crit/Avo, Def/Res and so on. For now the gains aren't much, but they will become way more significant when we gain higher rank battallions.
The main thing battallions grant, though, is Gambits.
Think of them as the precursor of Engage attacks: Most of them let you hit multiple enemies at once without risk of counterattack (the type and AOE depends on the battallion), and if you manage to hit , all of the enemies in that area will not only be damaged, but also be frozen in place and have their stats lowered. You can also use them whenever.
But compared to Engage Attacks, not only are they not guaranteed to hit (the chance to either hit or avoid a Gambit depends entirely on Charm, a stat unique to this game), they can also only kill the enemy directly targeted by it. And they also not replenishable until the end of the month. Regardless, they are still incredibly useful.
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A few days later Byleth gives their first lecture to the class, and once again makes an embarassment out of the Academy by not even knowing how to teach and having Dimitri explain it.
The fact that the house leaders give the tutorials for teaching instead of the staff is hilarious. The most esteemed Academy in Fòdlan and they don't even brief or tutor their new staff and have the students do it instead. Rhea please.
Well, I wouldn't say it's inaccurate. I know on my first day of work I got dumped right onto it with absolutely zero guidance or directions so... yeah, that unfortunately checks out. Three Houses takes place in Italy confirmed.
Anyway, before the mission itself we have a mandatory training battle where we have to beat up some church soldiers. Not much to say.
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No Dimitri. No they do not. And this is something they should know as a mercenary, but Jeralt says he never taught them much of tactics.
Seriously, what did Jeralt even teach Byleth beside wielding a sword? This is why homeschooling is bad, everyone.
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With all that said and done, it's the end of the month. And that means it's time to beat up some bandits.
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Also enjoy this Rhea screenshot. I didn't know where else to put it, but her pose is really cute. She's so excited!
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beardedjoel · 2 years ago
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Part One of the Signs of a Lifetime Series
Pairing: Din Djarin x OC / fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: smut, mild violence, language
A/N: i wasn’t sure about posting this but I’ve been working on this OC nonstop for ages now and love her dearly, so I hope you enjoy her story! 
entire story is posted on AO3 if you wanna show me some love there!
Summary:
Bounty hunter Alya Kesyk was completely unprepared for the day she met the Mandalorian. She wasn’t looking to make any new friends, let alone change the entire landscape of her life going forward.
As a loner for the last decade, the last thing she expects is to meet someone who captivates her like this, and eventually changes her for the better.
Story begins pre-season one and may continue into the main story of the show.
Alya Kesyk was completely unprepared for the day she met the Mandalorian. She wasn’t looking to make any new friends, let alone change the entire landscape of her life going forward. It was just another day on the job for her as she swirled the dark liquid in her glass and peered around the moderately crowded cantina she was sitting in. The main bartop may not be the most inconspicuous place to be seated with plenty of more private booths lining the walls and corners of the room, but it gave her the best view of her surroundings. Over the years she had mastered the look of someone simultaneously not suspicious and not to be fucked with, which typically led to her remaining unbothered by other patrons when she was on a job. The ones that tested those waters with her found out quickly that they had made the wrong choice.
Alya took a sip of her drink as the main doors of the tavern slid open. She felt a bit of the cooler air from outside breeze past her as she turned with a deliberately passé look to see who had entered. Her facade almost faltered as she beheld the man covered completely in armor that entered. She could have sworn that the room quieted at the sight, even stilled a bit with new tension. A Mandalorian .
She wasn’t sure if this meant trouble just yet, but Alya turned her attention away from the door while keeping her ears open. The last thing she needed was any kind of scene caused by some drunk, aggressive asshole who might try to pick a fight with a Mandalorian and mess up her chances of finishing this job. She had been biding her time and gathering any last intel or movements on her quarry before moving in on him, and would be damned if anybody screwed this up for her.
The Mandalorian slowly sauntered up towards the bar, seemingly unfazed by the extra attention placed on him as he had entered the room. Alya figured that he was used to it by now - Mandalorians weren’t the most common sight after all, and they were perceived as dangerous to the average person. They were raised to be fighters, warriors, and absolutely not to be messed with. Even she found herself slightly unnerved by the genuine strength radiating off of him, but it was met with equal intrigue about who he was. He had on a shiny, pure beskar helmet that looked rather new compared to his other armor pieces - scratched up mismatched red-brown plates covering the rest of him. The Mandalorian seated himself with just one bar stool between them, and Alya felt her hair stand up slightly when her instincts told her something was off. No, not off, just… electric . The prickling beginning in her nerves was interrupted when the Mandalorian suddenly inclined his helmeted head towards her and spoke.
“You a local?” he said, his voice modulated to hell but with a quality that Alya instantly found herself attracted to. Focus , she hissed to herself in her mind.
“Depends on who wants to know,” she replied with a casual sip of her drink and a slight smirk. The alcohol warmed her throat, giving her that little bit of extra courage to sass this dangerous man with at least two weapons visible that she could count. She realized her suspicions upon first seeing him were correct and he was looking for intel on the exact bounty she was here to hunt.
She could have sworn she heard an exasperated scoff through his modulator. “Me” he said flatly. Alya silently praised herself that she had passed off looking like enough of a local for him to even ask, not that she had ever doubted herself. Something about him filled her with an instinct to trust, so she decided to go against everything she typically stood for on this strange whim that was stirring within her.
“I’m not local, but I sense we might have… mutual interests here” Alya peered over at him and the Mandalorian’s head seemed to look over at her more quickly than he had been moving before. It was impossible to read him through the helmet, but she sensed he was taken aback.
“Oh? And just what exactly do you think that would be?” he said while turning his body more fully towards Alya.
She discreetly pulled the bounty puck out of her pocket to show him and then slipped it right back in a few moments later, looking back up at her new companion with searching eyes. He made a sort of amused chuckle noise through the modulator in response but didn’t say anything.
“If my assumption that you’re a Guild member as well is correct, which I know it is, then I have a proposition for you.” Alya tried to keep her tone steady, detached but she felt her heart rate pick up a little.
“I’m listening,” Mando leaned even closer to her. She could see her reflection a bit better in the helmet and smoothed the few loose strands of her pulled back red hair behind her ears slightly.
“I’m thinking of a collaboration of sorts. Don’t ask me why. This is a high profile bounty which means good money for me, and not to mention I was here first and should be taking one hundred percent of the reward, but for some reason I find myself feeling generous today.” Alya held out her hands, palms open, and shrugged slightly. Something had absolutely struck her senseless about this mysterious man, and maybe her sudden urge to share a bounty for fuck’s sake was just to keep him around a bit longer. “You help me wrangle this guy up, we split the bounty, and then neither one of us leaves here empty handed.”
She watched Mando ponder for several moments, and began to worry she had said the wrong thing, pissed off the wrong asshole today. She had a bad habit of doing that, didn’t she, she wondered to herself.
“Okay.”
Alya quickly glanced up at where she assumed his eyes would be under the helmet and felt the corner of her mouth turn up slightly. “It’s a deal, then” she said, holding out her hand. She was surprised when Mando took it and shook her hand, her fingertips poking out of her fingerless leather gloves touched his gloved hands. While there was no skin to skin contact she found it electrifying all the same.
“Alright, tell me what you've got, we can compare notes,” Mando implored her, folding his hands together.
“The quarry has been hiding out here on Canto Bright long enough to actually secure a job somehow. And you’ll never guess where he works.”
The small chuckle came through the modulator again, quickly becoming music to Alya’s ears. “So you know the quarry works here, and you’re just… drinking at the bar?”
Now it was Alya’s turn to laugh. “Even bounty hunters deserve a break, don’t we? I’m actually scoping the place out instead of going in guns blazing, but maybe that’s not your personal style?” she teased back.
“Hmm. Fair enough,” he replied, crossing his arms. “So, how did you know?”
“Know what?” Alya raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at him.
“What I was here for. That I’m with the Guild.”
Alya smirked slightly. “I… had a feeling.”
“You’re just that smart, huh?” The Mandalorian’s voice sounded amused as he taunted her.
“Actually, yes.” Alya crossed her arms indignantly. “This isn’t exactly my first trip around the galaxy, y’know. It’s not every day that a Mandalorian just walks into the cantina where you happen to be getting a quarry asking questions, so I put the pieces together.”
“I can see that… clever girl,” he replied with a tantalizing tone that made Alya’s hair on the back of her neck stand up slightly. He seemed to have leaned closer to her as she was speaking, and she studied him carefully, taking in all the details of his armor. She simply raised her eyebrows, looking at him confidently.
“Are we gonna catch this guy, or what?” Alya pressed, and Mando laughed heartily at her aggressiveness.
After giving themselves another ten minutes to quickly make their plan, and for Alya to finish her drink, they were standing up from the bar and slowly walking towards the door to the tavern’s kitchen. Alya felt unbelievably powerful walking next to this mass of metal armor, having all the eyes in the room darting between the two of them and the patrons likely wondering what they were up to. They reached the door and stood on either side of it, holding off for a moment. Alya gave a slight nod to the Mandalorian to signal she was ready, and he returned it before they burst through the door together, blasters out.
The quarry knew within an instant, had likely been looking over his shoulder for weeks just waiting for this to happen. He turned and ran, his sudden momentum causing him to push metal bowls and utensils off the counters, falling with a loud clang that momentarily disarmed Alya. She snapped out of it quickly and realized he was likely heading for some employee entrance to escape. The Mandalorian called out after him and began sprinting, Alya following closely behind. Damn, he was fast, she thought, watching with amazement at his graceful speed despite all that heavy armor.
The chase went on longer than some Alya had encountered with her quarries as they weaved through a few streets and narrowly avoided groups of people jumping out of their way, but he was no match with both her and Mando chasing after him. She pushed her body, feeling the familiar pump of her legs and steady breaths she had done so many times in her self-training, and managed to push ahead of the Mandalorian at the last second and tackle the bounty to the ground, placing her thighs on either side of his body and holding his arms down. Mando halted in front of them with his blaster trained and ready to shoot. While his weapon was pointed at the quarry, he seemed to be staring at her for a few extra moments under that helmet before turning his attention back to the work at hand. She felt a small shiver at the prospect of his eyes lingering on her that she tried to quickly ignore.
“You just had to choose the hard way, didn’t you?” Alya said, sighing hard, as Mando handed her a pair of cuffs. She quickly slapped them onto the squirming man underneath her and stood up, stepping over him before letting Mando pull the bounty to his feet. Their catch made the usual grumbles at attempting to make a deal with them, offering them more than the bounty was worth, and other bullshit that they’d both heard so many times they lost count. Mando shoved him forward and they began their walk back to their ships.
Alya felt the usual high that came after chasing and catching a quarry, and having someone who understood the work by her side the entire time had been unexpectedly fun. She was used to working alone, and had been for almost ten years now, but found herself considering the idea of a partner in a positive light for the first time in a long time. Feeling self conscious, she tried to suppress her smile since she couldn't read the Mandalorian’s mood at all under his helmet.
"If you try anything --" they both started to say to the bounty at the same time, and then quickly looked at each other. Alya let out a laugh, and joked, "You stole my line.”
"I could say the same thing.” Mando put his free hand on his hip, holding onto the bounty with the other.
"Alright, so which one of us is turning the quarry in?" Alya pondered for a moment before adding, "Or we could head there together? Might make things less complicated."
"I can go. I have to make a drop anyway," Mando offered, seeming to ignore her suggestion of going there as a team.
They were mostly silent with Alya feeling a bundle of nerves, much to her dismay, as they brought the quarry the rest of the way up to Mando's ship - a Razor Crest . So very him, she thought fondly. She tried not to cringe as he got frozen in carbonite, but was impressed that Mando had the technology as she hadn’t even thought to look into that for her own ship. Her bounties had to ride along in a small holding cell and typically annoyed the hell out of her until she could turn them in.
As they stood somewhat awkwardly outside of Mando’s ship afterwards, Alya suddenly realized she had no idea how it would even work to split the bounty, since Mando was the one to take him on his ship. She also noticed at that same moment she didn’t like the idea of them splitting up so soon, feeling her heart sink slightly at the notion of it.
"So take him to Nevarro, get the credits, and have him leave half for me next time I'm there to collect from Greef?" Alya confirmed with the Mandalorian, trying to hide the disappointment from her voice. Maybe it had been taking it too far to think he would consider continuing on together. She tried to remind herself that she’d worked more than well enough on her own for years.
The Mandalorian nodded his head in response. “You trust me not to take it all for myself?” His tone sounded light, but he had a good point considering they had just met a few hours earlier.
“Should I have a reason not to?” Alya raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised by his returning her sarcastic energy. This was not the impression of Mandalorians she’d gathered from all the things she’d heard about their culture.
“I’m a man of my word. Don’t worry,” he said with conviction, putting Alya at ease. She hadn’t truly thought about it until he brought it up - she had put an inherent trust in him, which she almost never did with anyone. How strange it felt to do that so automatically with Mando, she thought to herself.
"Good.” She bit her lip slightly, uneasy at the words she knew were about to come out of her mouth. “I know it was unconventional, but I did enjoy this for a change of pace. Having a... teammate, or partner, or whatever the hell." Mando remained silent, so she went on, feeling like she may be daring just a bit too much to say what she was thinking, but figured to hell with it. She probably had a low chance of seeing this guy again with the entire galaxy out there.
"I can say I do hope we run into each other again sometime." Alya offered a half smile his way. She had no idea what was driving her to be so open, so bold with this virtual stranger, but she tended to follow her gut most of the time, and this was no exception.
After a few more moments of silence, Mando answered, "Me too.” She smiled in return, hoping he was doing the same underneath that helmet. “You’re a hell of a bounty hunter, freckles. It’s not every day I find another Guild member at the same… level of expertise as me,” he added a moment later.
“Oh really? That full of ourselves, are we?” She put a hand on her hip and tilted her head. She actively tried to forget the nickname for her he had just thrown out there like it was a completely normal, everyday experience between the two of them.
“No, I…” he stammered for a moment, “I just meant… more about you. You were impressive out there.”
“Don’t worry, Mando, I was just fucking with you.” Alya said, giving him a quick wink. He let out a small, relieved laugh and Alya felt her heart skip a beat at the sound. She silently cursed herself - she had a hard and fast rule not to get attached to anyone or anything. Ever. And yet...
"Let me, uh, walk you to your ship," Mando seemed to blurt out, sounding as uncomfortable as she had heard him thus far.
"Okay, yeah." Alya said, filling him in on what landing bay her ship was in as they set off.
They walked in silence for a few moments, their hands dangerously close. Alya wasn't sure if it was just in her head, or if the tension between them was palpable to him too.
"Do you know where you're heading after making this drop?" Alya asked into the silence.
"Likely just some more Guild business. Guess I’ll see what comes up.”
He hadn't asked her about her next whereabouts and seemed very keen on them not dropping this quarry together so she finally accepted that he definitely didn't want any company going forward. It was probably just as well, she thought.
"Through here, it'll be quicker," Mando steered them into an alleyway to the right of them, touching her arm in the process. A slight buzzing went through Alya's head and she couldn't be sure if it was still the alcohol from earlier tonight or the feel of his glove on her bare forearm. She took a small breath to steady herself and followed his lead down the alley. As much as it made her cringe, her desperation to know her new companion better, to see more of him was taking over. One last shot , she thought, to try and see him again sometime.
"Uh look, if you don't want any company to drop the quarry, then maybe -" Alya started, but was cut off when Mando suddenly whirled towards her, backing her into the nearest wall behind her. His large, powerful form came at her so fast that she felt unsteady on her feet for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"And what is it that you want?" his modulated voice was lower, filled with something new, something more that she hadn't heard yet. Desire? His body pushed closer to hers and she realized she had forgotten how to breathe normally.
"I - I -" she struggled to form words, her head spinning. His sudden change in demeanor and tone had shaken her typically calm and collected mask. She was reeling - just a moment ago, he’d seemed like he never wanted to see her again, and now he was doing this? She simply looked up at him, blinking, trying to convey with her eyes and expression what she couldn't with words. Him. She wanted him.
He seemed to read it loud and clear, because the next thing she knew, his entire body was against hers, and he quickly pulled off his gloves before reaching up to grab the back of her head and taking a handful of hair. He used his other hand to tilt her head up so that she was looking where Alya assumed his eyes were under the helmet.
"Hmm? Is this what you want?" Mando pulled slightly on the hair he was holding and then reached the other hand to begin toying with her belt.
Alya felt her senses come back to her enough to hastily breathe out a yes. Mando quickly started undoing the buckle on Alya's pants, and taking his lead she reached for his as well. He stopped abruptly and grabbed her wrist, stopping her, and shook his head.
"No. Just you.” He said in a low voice. Alya nodded slightly, still in complete shock, her breath picking up as he continued undoing her belt and unbuttoned her pants. Her breathing hitched as he reached his hand under her waistband, sliding it down.
"Fuck," she said through gritted teeth as he moved his hand lower. She knew he could feel how wet she had already been because of him, and he made a satisfied noise at that fact as his fingers slid past her clit and felt it. Alya reached up and gripped the back of his neck and shoulders, wishing more than anything this damn helmet wasn't between them but she didn't dare try pulling it off.
He started stroking her clit slowly at first, but quickly increased the intensity as Alya let out a small moan. She grabbed at anything she could on him, finding his armor in the way but she clung onto it nonetheless.
"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you were back there?” He murmured close to her ear, “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”
“You have me,” she whispered through her panting as she somehow moved her body even closer to him with the little space that was left. Mando simply made a noise of what she assumed was approval as he slipped his fingers inside her, continuing to expertly circle her clit as he pushed the other fingers in and out of her at the most perfect, toe-curling rhythm.
“Maker, you feel so good,” he said, and she could hear his breathing quickening through the modulator. The fact that he seemed just as turned on by this nearly sent Alya over the edge. He leaned his head closer to her neck, trying to get as close as possible. “So good…” he murmured again, in her ear this time.
For a few moments there were just panting breaths between the two of them, Alya’s eyes half closed with desire. She could already feel the pleasure building in her core at just how fucking incredible his fingers felt, and he snaked his free hand down through her hair, trailing her back, and finally landing on her ass. He gave a short groan as he squeezed her ass, his body pressed so close there was barely room for his hand in between them.
Alya suddenly felt pleasure bursting through her, and while she had been trying to keep quiet in this very public alley, her moaning and panting were coming out at a completely uncontrollable volume. She tried to reach a free hand to cover her mouth or bite down on her fist, but Mando reached her face first with his and cupped the side of her cheek. He pulled his head back from where it was buried close to the side of her head and used his hand to tilt her head up, intently watching the waves of pleasure come over her face. He continued to plunge his fingers into her, letting her ride out her climax onto his hand. Alya felt her knees go weak as she came down from the height of her orgasm and tipped her head back against the wall behind her. Mando still had her head in his hand and she leaned her face into it, breathing heavily.
“Beautiful girl,” he said quietly, stroking her cheek, and she thought she could almost feel his eyes on her through the helmet, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on her face and her disheveled hair. He pulled his hand out from her pants and began to gently rebutton them and work on her belt when a loud beep interrupted them.
“Wh-“ Alya began to ask, still half delirious, and she heard Mando let out an exasperated sigh.
“Shit, it’s my comm signal, I set it up to alert me if anything or anyone is getting suspiciously close to my ship. And on a planet like this I don’t think that can be good news,” Mando explained. Alya felt her heart sink, but she nodded and gave a convincing half smile.
“You know I get it. How valuable our ships are to us. Go,” she said, inclining her head in the direction they’d come from.
“I… I’ll make it up to you,” he said, slowly backing his way through the alley, still facing her.
“I know,” Alya said, watching as he reached the street off the alleyway and reluctantly turned and started walking out of sight.
She stood, stunned for several moments, taking a few deep breaths and trying to understand the events of the evening. The only thing clear to her right now was that she didn’t think her life could be the same again now that he had entered it.
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amysubmits · 3 years ago
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Hi there. First of all, I want to let you know that we just recently found your podcast and it has been really great at fostering wonderful conversations here inside our D/s marriage. We truly truly hope the podcast may return.
Secondly, I asked my husband a question the other day and he couldn’t come up with any specific answers and he wondered out loud how CD would answer it. I thought I might pose this same question to the two of you:
(I’ll word it as I worded it directly to my husband) “There are so many things you do that can instantly give me the subby warm fuzzies. What would you say are things I can do that would instantly give you a little dommy warm fuzzy?”
After some thought, my husband said it’s my REACTIONS to HIS actions, requests, etc. that spark those feelings within him and therefore I really cannot simply walk up and initiate that feeling or response for him. (Besides, of course, just being his sweet submissive wife in general 😀.)
Thoughts?
Thanks so much
Hey! :)
Sorry it took me a while to get a reply back to you. I had pondered it myself for a while and then showed it to CD and he wanted to ponder it a while, and then we talked about our thoughts, and we both kinda had some different ones but that led to some really good conversation for us. Anyways...thank you so much for the kind words about our podcast. We're so glad you've enjoyed it.
Where CD and I landed on this was that it does seem a lot easier for him to give me submissive fuzzies than for me to give him dominant fuzzies. Sometimes my reactions to his dominance does bring them out, similar to what you and your husband said you guys experience.
We did come up with some ways that I cause them, though.
If I take something he's stated as a preference, and just make that a habit, sometimes that can do it. He gave me the example of how he made a comment to me about how he likes seeing me wear shorts around the house, and then I started wearing shorts more and that made him feel really good in a D/s-y way.
Sometimes playful bratting/sassing can do it. He knows this is something I do because I'm inviting his dominance rather than rejecting it. So it's sort of a way of initiating, I suppose.
I think part of what makes a difference in what gives a dom those fuzzies is what the core driver of their dominance is? If you know if your dominant is driven by control, or protocol or service, maybe you could initiate more in that specific area. I feel like CD is primarily driven by being trusted - mostly with big responsibilities and with my vulnerability. This makes it harder to find little things to do on a whim that can make him feel good because you can't really manufacture situations like that. But, when something happens where CD sees that I trust him with big responsibilities and/or where I show him that I trust him enough to be super duper vulnerable with him, that gives him big fuzzies. But, he did say that he thinks if I were to take our rules as a base and do 'extra' that could feel really good to him. For example, if I have a rule that I do something once a week, and I were to do it twice in one week instead, that could give him the fuzzies.
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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago
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Can’t Stay Away From Me.
Cherry!Seb (mob!seb) x Stripper!reader. 
What is ‘cherry!seb’? Basically just mob!seb but like, daddy-er. (click on the tag for more)
Run-through: You've known the mob boss for a while now. He’s a regular at your club, and you are his personal favorite, everybody knew that you were his girl. You two have definitely broken the ‘no sex on premises’ rule many, many times. And although he called you his, you two were never officially a thing. So when he mysteriously doesn’t show up at the club for weeks, you decide to just put the hurt aside and move on. But the mob boss comes back from the dead just in time. And he doesn’t like what he sees. So he reminds you that you belong to him. Just him. 
Themes: smut, stripper!reader, angst, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, swear words, fluff
a/n: I wrote a hc quite similar to this last year or something, I read it recently and thought why not turn it into a fic since many of you have been missing Cherry!Seb lately. Enjoy!
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You stared at yourself in the mirror of the dimly lit locker room. You were alone in there, all the girls had stepped out already. You gently touched the diamond choker you always wore and adored, your fingertips grazing his name upon it. 
His name. His choker. His girl. Everybody knew that. You were his girl so you had certain privileges that the other girls didn’t have. But you never took advantage of the power you had, mainly because you had fun with your job, but also because most nights over the past many months, you spent with him. And you loved every single moment. 
You sighed for the fifth time as you stared into the mirror. Tonight marked a little over three weeks since Seb last showed up at the club. You had no idea where he was, what he was doing, who he was with. And it hurt, bad. 
At first you were worried about his whereabouts, then by the second week you were annoyed and now all you had energy for was anger. Clearly he didn’t care, perhaps he was out there having the time of his life with other women and here you were sulking over his mysterious departure. 
Over the past weeks, you gained quite some new clients. Some new regulars as well. You did some champagne rooms, and earned decently well. But you didn’t make as much money as you made with Seb. 
You decided to stop acting like an overly obedient pet waiting for its master. You had to work and earn, like you did before him. 
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and then went on to take the choker off. It would be humiliating to be proud of being his girl and wear his name on your neck while he was out doing God knows what. 
You tossed the choker onto the dresser with a heavy heart and walked out of the locker room, deciding to just be yourself tonight; the same beautiful, confident woman you were before meeting him all those months ago. He hadn’t been back in weeks, who knows perhaps he might never come back here. 
When you walked out, you noticed all the eyes on you. You looked good and you knew it. You sent some smiles around, some winks, a couple of flirty lines and by the time you made it to one of your regular clients, you had already earned some money bills. 
Your client tonight was an older gentleman. He was not like the typical, lousy businessmen who came by your club often. But he was very giving. The moment you settled on his lap he tucked a bundle of cash into the waistband of your thong, that alone earned him a lap dance to a sensual song. Besides, you were feeling yourself tonight so you were extra good today. 
You were carefree. You felt confident, and beautiful and sexy and you could feel all the eyes on you tonight. You danced like there’s no tomorrow. Your client was so satisfied he even put his golden chain on you at some point. You felt spoilt, so you gave him your best obviously. 
Amongst all those stares you got, one of them burned the most. You could feel the vibe around you change. You discreetly scanned the room and met with a pair of eyes you least expected. Stormy, ocean blue ones which made you tremble in both fear and hunger. 
Surrounded by his loyal guards, he stood there looking like a god; expensive, dark suit, the button of his shirt carelessly undone - he looked delectable - gawking, unable to believe that his precious babygirl dared to sit on another man’s lap. He was furious, and you could tell by the way he was shooting glares at you. 
Guess you didn’t expect him to just pop out of nowhere. But you didn’t let his presence ruin your mood right away. You maintained eye contact with him as you moved salaciously across the man’s lap. Biting your lip and being as inappropriate as you could; breaking all of Seb’s rules. 
He noticed it all. How you weren’t wearing his collar, how your dark red outfit was ridiculously revealing, how your body moved just to torment him, how you captured everyone’s attention. The more he looked at you, the angrier he got. 
You held his stare, daring and confidently. He decided not to cause a scene at your workplace so he simply pointed towards the corridor which led to the champagne rooms and walked off in that direction, expecting you to follow immediately. 
You could do so. You could drop everything and run to him because you missed him so much. But you purposely didn’t. He had made you wait over three weeks, he could wait some more minutes you thought. 
Meanwhile Seb was fuming inside the room. How dare you? Most of all, how dare that guy touch you like that? He couldn’t wait to have that talk with you and remind you that you belong to him and only him, because it seemed that you had forgotten. 
After finishing up your dance, you took your time and gracefully moved away from the man. You didn’t take off the golden chain, you didn’t take out the bundle of cash tucked into your thong either; you walked into the champagne room just like you left the man earlier - a little flushed. 
You knew which room he was in since his guards stood outside the door. They let you in and judging by their faces you could tell that their boss was in a bad mood. And you intended on making it worse. 
“Have you lost your way? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” You sassed, upon walking in. You took in his appearance for a moment or two and realized just how much you had missed him.  
Seb sat on the dark red couch, manspreading like it was his throne; quietly sipping on his liquor while his piercing eyes shamelessly roamed your body. The ridiculously bright neon signs behind him were the only things illuminating the room, buzzing slightly. Seb took his time and studied you; torn between loving and hating what he was seeing. 
Your lingerie drove him insane. Your excuse of a see-through cover up did too. Your slightly smudged dark lipstick made him want to ruin it even more, but the thought of where your lips had been were making him even angrier. 
He hated the sight of the golden chain around your neck, replacing the very expensive diamond collar he had given you a while ago; with his last name on it. That was a gift you were meant to wear all the time; to remind you and everyone else that you belonged to him. The mob boss was very possessive when it came to you, and now here you were, disrespecting him. 
But the thing he hated the most, was the bundle of cash tucked into the waistband of your underwear. And he knew that you were purposely showing it off. 
You caught the way his jaw clenched as his eyes roamed your body. He was thinking, plotting. You felt hot under his gaze. You had always loved the way he looked at you, like he owned you. He looked at you the same way, but right now he was pissed off as well.  
Seb had missed you. He even hurried his way back, eager to find you and have you on his lap while he finally touched you and told you all about the time he’d been gone. But instead, he returned to find that his girl had defied him. He felt betrayed. 
“Come here.” He simply said, authority dripping from his words. You could tell he was annoyed and troubled by what he saw out there but he had brought this upon himself. You stayed put despite his very clear order. You didn’t move a muscle. He sighed and rolled his eyes before staring deep into your soul again. “Babygirl,” he sounded threatening, “I said, come here.” He pointed to his lap. 
You approached him, knowing he would be a pain in the ass after all that he saw. But you knew he’d eventually give in because he had said it himself, he can’t stay away from you for too long. Neither could you honestly, and that was why him being gone for so long hurt so bad. 
Seb watched you as you slowly walked over to him, and before you even came to a full stop in front of him, he reached out and pulled you into his lap; gripping your jaw to make sure he had your full attention. 
“Get your fucking hands off me!” you slapped his hand away, surprising both you and him. You had never acted this way before. Usually you craved his touch. You did even now, but right now you were angry at him too. 
Seb growled as he pulled you closer and placed his hand back to your face, gripping your jaw harder this time and it hurt just a little but nothing compared to how you had felt this whole time he’s been gone. 
“Why are you being such a brat, huh? And what the fuck do you think you were doing just now, outside?” He asked, using the same tone he used when dealing with his rivals. Just a tone of pure anger and annoyance. 
Normally he was sweet and gentle with you, so this was new for you. But you wouldn’t give in so easily. You scoffed. “My fucking job is what I was doing! Now go get fucked somewhere else! I’m not your little toy!” You were mad too, and your anger camouflaged the hurt. 
You tried to get off his lap but he wouldn’t let you move. His grip on you was firm and strong. 
“Watch that tone with me, babygirl.” He threatened. This was the second time you had been entirely disrespectful while talking to him tonight. Seb was so close to losing his cool. 
“Or what?” Just two very bratty words from you was enough to make him lose his mind, and his calm and composure. 
Within a second he flipped the two of you and he had you pinned down on the couch beneath him. He held you by the neck gently, wrapping his long finger around your throat and applying the slightest bit of pressure which made you gasp softly. 
“You will not disrespect me like that. You know I don’t tolerate it.” He reminded you of his inability to put up with disobedience. 
You chuckled, mocking him. “And what are you gonna do about it? I have nothing to lose, Seb. I’m just a toy for you to play with, just a whore, or just an easy fuck on most days, aren’t I?” You sounded as though you were questioning his power, insulting him and hurting him at the same time. 
How dare you say that? How dare you assume that you were nothing but those things to him? You meant so much more to him, and you had no idea. Of all the people in his life, you were the only one who didn’t spend time with him out of fear. You were the only thing which he looked forward to almost each day. 
The mob boss was not good at being affectionate, so he thought that perhaps showering you with gifts and money would convey how much you meant to him. But apparently not, because you still dared to say such things right to his face. And upon hearing those things, something in him flipped like a switch. 
You saw it in his eyes; wild, and determined. 
“Just a whore, huh? Well, let me show you how I treat one,” he whispered before going absolutely feral. 
He tore off your lingerie in less than a few seconds. And you let him. You were mad, but you had missed him too and the truth is you’d take whatever he’d give you. He was mean, and dangerous and unpredictable but you loved him. Oh you loved him, and his cold heart and his dark soul. 
While he tore your clothes off your body, your shaky hands tugged at his suit and his shirt too. You could feel his hunger, and him yours. He wanted nothing more than to just be slow, and loving and love you and tell you just how much he missed you. But before all that, he needed to teach you a lesson. 
“I was stupid to even give you any attention.” He kissed his way down your naked body, kissing and nibbling on your skin as he went. “Should’ve left you out there, to be used like a little whore.” He mumbled, growling under his breath through clenched teeth while he parted your legs and settled in between them. 
Your breaths were short and fast as you looked up at him towering you. You had missed the sight of him above you, all big and strong. In less than a minute, he had his erected cock out in his hand. And the sight of him stroking it ever so gently made you whimper in need. 
“I was stupid to even put you on a fucking pedestal, and call you mine. I leave for some time and you get back down to where you truly belong. Guess whores never learn, huh?” He was quick to push himself in you, not even bothering about your whimpers and moans. 
You dripping wet core gripped around him immediately. Your body arched off the surface of the couch as you gasped and moaned. He supported himself above you and smirked as he saw your face morph into a frown. 
“Nothing...” he pulled out and pushed back into you again, “...but a fucking toy for me.” He repeated your words back at you as he sped up and pounded into you, making you moan wantonly in pleasure. He knew his words were a little harsh, but he wanted you to feel how he felt when he walked in to find you on someone else’s lap. 
You whimpered at how good he felt. He quickened his pace. He was relentless. 
“Guess you’ll do anything for money, huh?” His hand came down to grab you by the jaw again, forcing you to open your eyes and look into his deep, blue ones. “Tell me, did he fuck you like this as well? Did he touch you like daddy does? Did you let him?” He asked as he merciless pounded into you. 
You could only moan in response, and he got the answer he needed. He knew your body, and judging by the way you moved and squirmed under him and the sounds you made, he could tell no one had touched you since he’s been gone.  
“All fucking mine,” he growled as he let go of your face, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He grabbed the golden you wore and yanked it off you, throwing it somewhere on the ground behind him. 
You moaned out loud, struggling to keep your eyes open as it started to water. But the moment your eyes started to close, you felt a gentle smack on your cheek. 
“Look at me,” he leaned down to bite your mouth, “What is it? You can’t take daddy’s cock?” He taunted. “But isn’t that what whores do? Hmm?” he growled, “Shut up and take it then, take all of me. What else is a whore good for, huh?” He moaned and growled right against your mouth, clenching his teeth or occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly.
You moaned as he fucked deeper into you. You whimpered at the intensity of his thrust, and he kept going. You cried out as the pressure built up nicely in between your legs. Seb moaned at how your walls gripped his cock and milked it. 
You felt him too; deep inside you, touching you everywhere you wanted him too. You felt your tears fall down your cheeks. You were close...so close…
“Please… please daddy...” you whined, begging pathetically and unable to arrange your words or your thoughts any better. “Please…”
Finally, your body betrayed you and you came all over his cock without any warning. You squirmed and moaned incessantly as the pleasure washed over you. Seb didn’t slow down, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. 
You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core. He fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt around him; wet and warm all for him. Your walls clenched around him violently and your body arched off the couch. You felt your second release approaching while you recovered from the first one. 
“Look at me,” he mumbled as he noticed your eyes were closing. You fought the need to shut your eyes and stared into his blue ones. “You’re mine. My little whore,” he growled as he sped up, “My girl,” he let out a grunt, “Mine. You hear me?” 
You nodded. Your body trembled as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you as he felt your walls clench around him, milking him perfectly and triggering his orgasm. 
Seb came right after you did; groaning and swearing under his breath. He pulled his cock out of you and looked down at the lovely mess you were; his cum dripping out of you. He gently reached down to touch your sensitive and throbbing core, it was wet everywhere. 
He didn’t hesitate before shoving two fingers inside you again. “Just gonna finger my cum back into your greedy cunt. And you’re gonna let me, won't you? You little slut…” he whispered. You moaned at how sensitive you were; you’re body shuddering under him. “You’ll take whatever I give you, huh?” he whispered before he leaned down to kiss your open mouth again. His tongue invaded your mouth like he owned it while he fingered you. 
You were a mess as he fingered you faster, and faster until you came all over his fingers again. You could barely keep your eyes open as Seb pulled your naked body onto his lap. You had missed his warmth so you instinctively clinged to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pushing your face into his neck.
You didn’t mean to cry, but you couldn’t help it. Everything was too much, you felt overwhelmed. Seb’s heart broke at the sound of your quiet sobs. He had been rough, more  than usual, and quite mean too… He was aware of that. 
He stroked your bare back gently, tightening his arms around you. “Are you okay, babygirl?” He asked. You didn’t answer. “Baby?” he whispered again, softly. You didn’t respond, instead you sniffled again as you tried your hardest to fight back your tears but they fell anyways. 
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He spoke again, his voice a stark contrast to what it was just a minute ago. He was gentle now, soft. He was apologizing for everything. 
“You left me.” You finally spoke, voice strained and tired. You sobbed softly, still holding him tightly, “You’re so mean.” 
His heart broke a little more. Once he was done with you, you could’ve easily left and asked him to never show his face around here again, but you didn’t. You needed him as much as he needed you. You stayed because you had no one else, and you needed to be held and taken care of.
“I’m sorry baby. I’ve been away for a long time. I know.” He apologized.
You sniffled again. “Still. You were so mean.” You spoke, pulling away to look at him with tears in your eyes.
He wiped your tears away and pulled you into him. “I lost my mind when I saw you with that guy. You’re mine and you know that. But you still let someone else put their dirty hands on you. How could you, baby?” He was calmer now. 
“I didn’t wanna do it.” you said, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. His eyes were soft and deep; it only reminded you of how much you loved him. 
He was confused by your words. “Do what?” he asked, gently running his hands up and down your sides lovingly. 
You wiped some more tears away and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to perform for anyone else. But I was running out of money, and the rent was due.” You finally confessed. 
“You could’ve just told me that, baby.” he said, sounding more caring than you wanted him to.
You almost chuckled. “You weren’t here. You were gone for weeks, Seb. Besides, that’s my problem, not yours.” You made it clear. But he didn’t like that.
He reached out to grab your face, making sure he has your undivided attention. “You are mine. All your troubles are mine, okay? You don’t have to worry about a thing from now on. I’ll take care of you, and everything else. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. But please forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you.” 
Of course you’d forgive him. But just for the hell of it, you said, “No.” and avoided his eyes. Seb sighed, knowing you’d come around eventually. He had you back now and that was all that mattered. 
He took his suit jacket and put it around you to shelter you from the cold air. “You don’t have to worry, you’re never gonna work in this club again.”
You knew that possessive, slightly arrogant tone of his, and it only entailed surprises. “What do you mean?” You questioned further
“I’m buying it. You can run it.” He spoke as if it were nothing at all. He had been thinking about this for a while now. 
You were shocked. “Seb, what-”
He cut you off, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead. “You heard what I said, baby.” He mumbled against your skin. 
“Why?” You questioned, looking down at how you straddled his lap. 
“Because I want you all to myself. I want you to be with me.”
You scoffed. “This is how you ask girls out?”
He looked at you and smiled. “Not girls, just you.” He caressed your tear stained cheek lazily. His heart fluttered as he looked at you, he loved you so much. He could find better ways to show it though. 
After talking about it, after he constantly apologized for his previous behavior and a few playful banters later, he got up and offered you his hand to take. 
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“Home.” he replied.
“Your home?”
“Our home.” he corrected you. “You’re coming to live with me. I’ve been far from you for too long and I’m done hiding what I feel for you.” You began to say something but he spoke up again before you could say a word. “And I won’t take no for an answer.” 
You smirked. “Why? Haven’t you had your fill just now?” you teased. 
“I have.” He answered as you took his hand and stood up. “But every king needs his queen by his side. And I need you. I’ll keep you safe and happy, and I’ll love you. Forever.”
You gave him a teary smile. “You never told me what suddenly brought you back after three weeks.”
He smiled and pressed his lips against yours, whispering, “You know I can’t stay away from you, babygirl.” 
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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago
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The Extra (part 3)
Warnings - not yet 😉
Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton
You'd accepted the role - it was only for a week, and you were there anyway. Clara would be killed off at the end of this week, sending Tommy into a crazy spiral that would last the whole series. Your class were so excited to see you in costume performing alongside the rest of the cast, they were thrilled for you. You kept playing it down, it was no more than a glorified 'extra' role, just there to set the story for the rest of the series - your actual screen time would be no more than two episodes.
You were catching up with Liane on Wednesday lunchtime over a sandwich and latte, she was grilling you about how your scenes with Cillian.
"You know, he's not at all what I expected. He's so down to earth and lovely. Really sweet. Patient too - thankfully. Hard not to forget your lines when you've got those eyes staring at you!"
"Is it not as awkward as you thought then?"
"Well he got rid of any awkwardness on Monday morning! His trick worked - we've been great ever since."
Your phone buzzed on the table and Liane couldn't help but notice.
"You exchanged numbers already?" She said, eyebrow raised.
"It's not like that - he used my phone to find his yesterday, left it in his trailer."
"You are not that naive Y/n... That's the oldest trick in the book!"
"What is?"
"The old 'lost my phone, can I ring it from yours' trick! He just wanted your number!"
"What if I did?" Cillian's suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere, plonking himself down next to you making you jump.
"Jesus Cillian, don't do that..." You laughed, clutching your chest.
"Sorry, I did text to say I was behind you in line but you were too busy discussing my ulterior motives for getting your phone number," he grinned, winking at Liane who was redder than a tomato.
"I um... Yeah I have to go do that.. thing.. I'll see you later y/n," she made her exit, and you shook your head, trying not to laugh.
"Would it have been so bad if she was right?" He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head.
"Was she?"
"No, I actually did lose my phone.. but quite a clever trick isn't it. And I do have your phone number now." His eyes were on yours again, you swore he knew the effect it had on you.
"You do indeed. What exactly do you intend to do with it?"
"Well I plan to call you later, some of the cast have arranged a drink in the hotel tonight. See if you wanted to join us?"
"Me? I'm hardly a cast member Cillian, I'm only here for a week?"
"You're as important to this show as I am y/n - without your character, Tommy's spiral into madness doesn't make sense. You're going to be a real focus for this series."
You pondered it for a few minutes. You didn't have plans that evening, just heading back to your own hotel and reading a book, nothing too exciting..
"Okay I'll come for one drink. Just one though, it's an early start tomorrow."
"Great! I'll text you later with the details?" You nodded and he headed back over to the canteen, collecting his coffee and out the door.
Your scenes done, you were in your hotel room getting ready. Liane was on her bed reading, giggling like a schoolgirl as you straightened your hair.
"Will you stop - it's a quiet drink with all the cast!"
"Mhmm. Yep. I'm sure you'll have a lovely time! I won't wait up, don't worry!" You threw a cushion at her, just making her laugh even more at you.
"Right, my taxi's outside. How do I look?" You stood up in your black jeans and flowing pale tan shirt, finished with black boots.
"Looking hot mama! His eyes are gonna be on stalks when you walk in!"
"Oh shut up, will you!" You laughed, rolling your eyes, heading out the door.
You walked into the hotel, and as promised Cillian was waiting in the lobby for you.
"You look amazing y/n," he kissed your cheek and offered you his arm to loop into. Nodding at the bouncer on the door, he led you through into the bar. The other cast and crew were already inside, smiling and laughing as they chatted about the first few days of filming.
"What's your poison?" He asked.
"Vodka and lemonade please." You got your drinks and made your way over to Anto, who was currently entertaining Sophie and Helen with dodgy Dad jokes. You were cringing before you'd even arrived. He saw you and instantly threw his arms around you.
"I thought you said you weren't coming!" He asked.
"She had a better offer, Anto!" Sophie giggled looking at Cillian, who's cheeks had flushed a little at her comment.
"Oh now, I see how it is, my eyes not blue enough for you?" Anto laughed.
"Well no.. they're brown?" You smirked, making Cillian laugh.
You spent an hour chatting with Sophie and Natasha, filling they were telling you how well your students were going and how much they enjoyed having them all onset. Natasha went to the bar to get a round in when Sophie nudged you.
"Don't look round, keep looking at me."
"Okay..."
"He hasn't taken his eyes off you. Not once y/n. Keeps glancing at you, he thinks I can't see him."
"Who?"
"Cillian! He's talking to Paul at the bar, but he's looking over at you."
"Come in, you're not serious?" She nodded. You blushed again, feeling a fluttery feeling in your stomach.
"He clearly fancies you y/n."
"Yeah, a multi millionaire Hollywood actor fancies some random university professor from Stafford? Come on Sophie, even I'm not that daft! I'm going outside for a smoke, you coming?" She shook her head, and you headed out the side door into the empty smoking area. Taking out your phone, you typed a quick text to Liane telling her you'd be back in an hour.
"You got a spare one of those?" Cillian's voice behind you startled you.
"I thought you were a non-smoker?" You handed him your packet and he took one, you lit it for him.
"Social smoker." He leaned against the wall next to you, blowing the smoke away. There was a silence between you. All you could think about was how the hell you'd ended up here in a smokers area with Cillian Murphy. The little fangirl inside you was having a hissy fit. The grown woman in you was telling you to stop being so damn stupid.
"You're a damn fine actress y/n." You turned to him and scoffed.
"Seriously. Too good for that dick of a director. Purely intimidated by you, that's why he didn't hire you."
"I'm intimidating, am I?"
"A little. In a good way. A very good way," he raised an eyebrow. Was he flirting?
"And what is it that's so intimidating, exactly?" He stubbed the cigarette out in the wall mounted ashtray and turned to face you properly.
"We've spent a lot of time together these last few days. You know your own mind. You're intelligent, confident, have just the right level of sass, attractive. It's a deadly combination y/n."
"Is that so?" Did he just get closer? You were rooted to the spot, you were sure he was closer than he was before...
"That is so. Qualities like that don't come around very often. He was mad to not hire you, and even more tapped to blacklist you. I'd star opposite you any day of the week."
"Would you really?"
"Yeah. The movies I could make with you..." he winked, before heading back inside leaving you to wonder what he meant. Was he flirting with you? You shook your head, finishing your own cigarette. If he was, clearly just after a quick fuck with a costar.. but he wasn't like that, was he?
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chidoroki · 4 years ago
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Isabella - 73584
I had a serious debate with myself over whether or not I wanted to sit down and spend my weekend writing another one of these praise posts. I was content with just doing one for each of the Fullscore Trio kids and ending it there.. but apparently I love this woman too much to just ignore her on her birthday. So here were are on September 9th with a list of all her best and my personal favorite moments as to why I believe she’s such a great character, antagonist and mother (yeah you heard me right). Considering she only shows up in the beginning and very end of the story, this post ended up longer than I originally anticipated, which just goes to show how many thoughts I really have about this woman. (for real, this rivals Ray’s post in terms of points but there’s far more words)
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Since she also has some backstory and certain events differ between manga and anime (thanks to the second season), I’ll try to go in chronological order between both timelines instead of chapter by chapter, which might be a bit confusing as we’ll jump around the story a lot but just to bear with me as I try to makes sense of it all.
(spoilers for the entirety of The Promised Neverland & ch181.7, so if you haven’t read/completed the manga yet, consider this your first warning, because I’m literally going from start to finish with this one last time. I promise.)
- I’m not sure how well she compares to Emma when it comes to athleticism, but Isabella seemed to have no trouble climbing up and down trees when she was younger.
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- Not only that, but she managed to scale the wall by herself using a method that requires a fairly impressive jump. It’s also implied that this is how she climbs the wall again so many years later when chasing the soon-to-be escapees, which helps prove that even at an older age, she hasn’t lost her touch.
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- Was chosen to undergo training to become a Mom, which required high test scores and the current mother’s recommendation. She accepted the offer in order to keep living and survive as human the demons couldn’t eat.
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- Based on Sienna’s comment, is it fair to say Isabella is on par with the full score trio? I mean, the woman is basically flawless.
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- She was practically untouchable during her time at headquarters while training too apparently. Mom positions are scarce so the environment where these ladies fight (physically/mentally/emotionally) to even snag that job is highly competitive, and yet Isabella never let anyone deter her from her goal of becoming a Mom, which probably led to the “Iron Lady” nickname she received now that I think about it.
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- She was the youngest ever to be granted the Mom position at..what, 19? 20? Somewhere around there, but impressive nonetheless considering they’re forced to have a child, build up a strong, emotionless exterior and endure so much fear. (but my goodness, the woman doesn’t age at all. she looks just as good when the story actually starts as she did her when she was a bit younger)
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- It became common knowledge among the Sisters that she was also very successful in the way she raised her children.
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- Her success greatly benefited the farm, as she offered up countless high quality goods, which sounds terrible, I know, but believe me when I say she gave her best effort for her children. Even though she held the Mom position, the amount of power she actually had in this system was pretty minimal, especially with how much she valued her own life. She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes or risky changes, so she settled with doing the most with what she was capable of. She provided her children with a normal lifestyle, not only to keep up the orphanage facade, but knowing that their lives would all be cut shorter than they anticipate. She gave them love in hopes that no one would ever have to feel the dread she felt after Leslie’s death and/or finding out the truth. She tried to delay that horrific fate by encouraging them to learn all they can (like teaching the trio about strategy and chess) so they could achieve higher tests scores and (unknowingly to them) add a couple more months or years onto their lives. Yes it was her job to raise these children to such high standards but she excelled at it for their sake too.
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- And I know y��all will just throw Ray in my face like, “oh but he was her actual child and she treated him horribly/different.” Okay but deep down I don’t think she actually wanted to? When they both realized they were truly mother and son, Isabella couldn’t just dote on him and start treating him as such. I’m sure Ray wasn’t too fond of Isabella at this point in his life either, knowing that she sent several of his siblings away to get killed. They probably would’ve gotten along just fine in a perfect world, but since they were both aware of the hell they’re trapped living in, they emotionally distanced themselves and formed a business-like relationship as a result of Ray’s deal, which benefited them both in different ways. For Ray, it was more practical, with the obvious notion of living as long as possible along with obtaining various rewards and knowledge of the outside world. For Isabella, it helped emotionally by simply just ignoring their true relation. I believe if she clung to that realization, it would break the orphanage illusion and eventually wear down her “Iron Lady” exterior that she relies so heavily on.
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- Like can you imagine how much you would have to harden your heart in order to quite literally walk children to their death every couple months for years on end and just move on like it’s completely normal? Now imagine how earth shattering it must be to think about doing the same to your actual child. All those years spent perfecting a fake smile and emotionless exterior like she was trained to have and her son shatters it in an instant. She becomes completely terrified about how he’s actually alive and in front of her right now and there’s nothing she can do to truly save him.. and yet she still recovers so damn quickly I can’t even comprehend it! But there’s still some sadness in those eyes. You can’t tell me otherwise. That one moment of weakness speaks volumes to me.
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- So now with her general backstory FINALLY out of the way, we can finally start with ch01/ep01 and how her laugh is sweet and innocent. I say that because (all hidden emotions and motives aside) that’s exactly how she’s supposed to sound in this moment, not only to us but to the children as well.
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- She of course checks Emma’s tracker a moment later but other than that I still think it’s a pretty genuine moment between the two.
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- As previously stated, her ability to raise high quality children is unmatched, which is clear as day thanks to the fullscore trio.
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- Despite their crazy level of intelligence, the trio has yet to win a simple game of chess against Isabella, even when teamed up.
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- She treasures everything about the kids.
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- She really cares about them, even when it’s time to send them off with a smile, which we know is thanks to her strong facade.
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- But mother dearest isn’t really fine. She doesn’t like walking kids to their death, especially so young. But she can’t let them (or even herself) know that. She can’t show weakness, so she hums Leslie’s song, which is a tool she’s used for years in order to give herself strength.
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- Don’t worry, I disliked her this moment happened too, just as the story intended. And here’s where her fantastic antagonist role begins for all the world to see.
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- A true champ at jump scares.
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- Acts completely calm the night after a couple of kids found out the secret of the farm.
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- She uses the tracker in plain sight, sending whomever went to the gate last night a threatening but silent message.
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- Correct Norman, that’s the “Iron Lady” for ya. Also the name of ch03 for us. Well, “The Iron Woman” but same difference.
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- She switches from calculating and manipulative breeder to sweet and pleasant mother so quickly and effortlessly it’s incredible. Isabella even checked Emma’s pulse in this scene to see if she was acting normal.
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- At this point she still had no idea who went to the gate (Ray didn’t tip her off yet, at least I don’t think so) but her guess couldn’t have been more precise. The level of fear she drives into both Emma and Norman was great too, but then again her presence is enough in any scene to give us chills.
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- Notices her watchdog isn’t at his usual post and starts to get suspicious.
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- Not only of him, Emma and Norman, but Don and Gilda as well, thus giving the five extra chores to finish in an attempt to slow down any escape planning, such as cleaning vacant rooms, organizing the pantry and inspecting spare linen.
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- While the trio believes Isabella was being too soft and patient in finding her targets, she effectively catches them off guard by bringing in Krone for assistance. The trio soon realize they were actually preparing the sister’s new room and those mundane chores were just an excuse to buy time.
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- Look at her, all smug. Checkmate indeed. (and totally not important, but her eyes are such pretty shades of purple)
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- The sass and her no nonsense attitude.
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- Immediately puts Krone in her place the moment she even thinks about shipping out the targets. Of course holding off on shipping the targets would benefit the farm, as it would produce higher quality merchandise as time passes, but plant 3 is run by Isabella and she’ll be damned if an assistant thinks they could waltz right in and decide her children’s fate.
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- She check’s Emma tracker again despite her claim of knowing exactly who the targets might be. You can never be too careful.
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- Her precious children managed to win a game of tag against Krone, which is still impressive considering the kind of training the sister has gone through, so kudos to her teachings.
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- Knows right away that Krone was trying to take advantage, which allows Krone to realize that the opening she had to learn more about the children was all planned by Isabella herself. Her intimidating nature is enough to scare adults too.
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- Reveals that Krone was mostly summoned in order to keep Ray in check after his failure.
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- Despite the trust issue, Isabella still keeps up her end of the deal by requesting the items Ray asked for, thanks to the odd perks she had under Grandma Sarah which allowed her to order goods that weren’t on the supply list.
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- This hug between her and Phil is just too cute not to mention.
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- I imagine she makes this comment because she knows exactly how long a rope must be based off her own almost-escape.
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- It’s just something about how this scene is framed alongside this dialogue that makes me think “oh, like mother, like son.”
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- I blame her very thoughtful planning for my first big freak out when I watched season 1 blind, like ma’am that’s my favorite boy, please don’t.
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- She conspires with Grandma Sarah in order to get rid of Krone for good, which renders the evidence sister just found out about the children’s escape completely useless. Sarah believes there might be some truth to it, but ultimately ignores it and puts her faith in Isabella’s ability of controlling the children & the situation.
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- She then cuts Ray off and ends their six-year long deal, opting to control the situation herself from now on. Also, how she wanted to keep him around until the very end is kinda bittersweet. Does she mean as merchandise? Or because she wanted him to live as long as possible? Ah such a tricky little comment.
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- She also tosses him across the room like a rag doll.
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- Thank god for this panel existing and actually being adapted into the anime so I could hear it because I had absolutely no memory of her laughing in this moment.
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- “She says it so nonchalantly,” Norman said once upon a time, and it’s still so frightening.
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- As insane as her ideals seem given the circumstances, nothing she says here is really a lie.
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- She has the strength to quite literally break a leg and that cracking noise still haunts me to this day.
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- It wasn’t even a spur of the moment thing either. Isabella came fully prepared with bandages to fix up any injury she was willing to inflict and that thought alone is terrifying.
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- Not only that, but she broke it so cleanly that Emma’s leg does indeed heal perfectly in the exact time frame she estimates. This entire moment is so unfairly impressive, like ma’am how dare you do this to Emma of all people.. like why couldn’t you at least use that kind of force to snap Peter’s neck instead or something?
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- To make matters worse, she then reveals Norman’s shipment date. And it’s the following day, which sends the kids into a very understandable panic.
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- Needless to say, November 2nd, 2045 was a very successful day in the life of Isabella. Woman was putting everyone in checkmate in ep08 and my anger on full blast.
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- This sly smile she sends Ray’s way after announcing Norman’s shipment to the younger kids is so cruel.. it’s perfect.
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- I can only imagine she asked about Ray’s whereabouts because she knew the boys were close friends and she hoped they would at least say goodbye to one another, but that’s just me.
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- Puts an end to Norman’s parting words in such a simple and chilling matter.
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- The way she just openly threatens Emma with others just out of earshot.
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- Norman out here asking the real questions. If anything, I say she’s more “content” rather than happy. I don’t think she’s ever really thought about her own happiness, at least not often enough, hence the slight pause. This entire time she’s been focusing on how to make her children’s lives perfect, but for herself she just wants to survive in this hellish world they’re all living in.
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- I’m honestly still not sure who’s final decision it is to send people to Lambda, either Isabella, Peter or someone else (honestly never bothered to check), but whether or not Isabella had any say in the matter, I’m sure she’s at least a little glad that Norman gets to live a bit longer? Perhaps that’s a stretch, but I’m putting the idea here anyway.
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- I say this because I believe that’s part of the reason why she offered Emma a Mom recommendation, not only because our girl’s high test scores, but in hopes that she could live a longer life.
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- Although she really stresses in an intimidation fashion how pointless Emma’s efforts are now that Norman’s “dead,” the cliff remains a major hazard and her leg is still bandaged up, Isabella still tries so hard to convince her to give up, like Ray has, in order for Emma to end her own suffering. It was the first instance during my blind watch-through were I started to get the hint that Isabella might actually care about her kids, and of course I know now it’s because she didn’t want Emma to experience the same pain she did after Leslie’s death.
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- With Emma and Ray both broken, things went by rather smoothly for Isabella those last two months, though she continued to keep a close eye on them.
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- Her humming is so soothing. And why it took me this long to bring up “Isabella’s Lullaby” is beyond me, but oh my god, that song and any other soundtrack that uses its melody is absolute perfection.
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- Had enough sense to not let her guard down the final night, even though her efforts were ultimately unsuccessful, but the idea counts.
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- Though her caretaker side is focused on more during the fire, some motherly instincts do kick in as she instructs Gilda to get the babies from her room and lead everyone outside to safety. She was also concerned for Emma’s well being, hoping all the smoke didn’t get to her when the girl vanished. (i know you can argue “she’s only worried because they’re merchandise” which is fair but c’mon, i swear she’s not completely heartless)
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- Took a hot minute (ahha) but Isabella eventually realized that the kids were actually escaping solely based on what they were wearing on their feet. I’m sure Emma’s discarded left ear was a big tip off too but to come to that conclusion by noticing the shoes they had on during all that chaos is surprising.
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- She looks completely insane here but I always thought this shot of her was nicely animated with all the fire (or embers? sparks? whatever they are) flying around. The laugh she does before this is also a nice bonus. Oh, and she somehow managed to secure a radio from the room Don had locked.
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- Figured the fifteen kids would head towards the bridge and called in headquarters to block it off.
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- But when the children didn’t appear at the bridge, she just happened to know exactly where else they might try to cross the cliff.
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- In the anime’s case, Isabella climbed the wall and ran there quick enough to engage in a stare down with Emma before she finally slid down.
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- The moment I knew I was doomed.
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- After the 15 kids successfully escaped, Isabella admits defeat, for she couldn’t really see how much her children have grown to outsmart her.
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- This iconic quote, which conveys so much truth and sincerity. There were multiple occasions where she had to distance and restrain herself due to the system that controlled her, but the love she was able to show the children was genuine. If she wasn’t held back by the strict rules enforced by Mom position, I don’t doubt she would’ve treated Ray better or became far more emotional whenever a child had to leave for good or seriously injured, instead of donning a fake smile and being closed off.
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- She realizes with this unspeakable loss in merchandise, the reputation she worked so hard to build up is meaningless now and that the farm no longer has any use for such an incompetent caretaker. She figures she’s as good as dead anyway now, so she wastes no time in actually helping the escapees by reclaiming the ropes to hide their exact method and route of escape, if only to grant the kids some extra time before the pursuers really locate them.
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- She doesn’t act bitter as a result of her loss, instead choosing to wish the escapees luck with the future they grasped for themselves and care for the children that were left behind.
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- She’s just so pretty y’all. Thank you anime.
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- She was named “Best Antagonist” (and rightfully so!) back during the 2020 Crunchyroll Anime Awards, winning over Askeladd (Vinland Saga), Overhaul, (My Hero Academia), Garoua (One Punch Man,) & others.
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(Post-season 1 spoilers ahead, even though the anime is completely finished at this point, but will be touching upon her special chapter more as well.)
- Completely owns up to her mistakes that caused the farm a massive loss in profitable goods and is ready to received whatever punishment necessary, which she expects to be death.
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- Only.. she’s not being killed, she’s actually being promoted to Grandma. Though Isabella was directly responsible for the children’s escape, the blame ultimately falls on Sarah who couldn’t correctly control Isabella, thus leading the old lady to be shipped out in place of the goods Isabella lost.
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- Peter also notes that the farm found more worth in Isabella than Sarah, so her past merits also played a part in sparing her life, as having a woman like Isabella in charge would surely produce the level of quality the farm needs.
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- Isabella eventually accepts the promotion, though she can’t help but feel hesitant and shocked about the whole deal. This woman was ready to embrace death and finally be free from this cruel world, but now she has to witness not only more kids being shipped off, but moms and sisters in training as well (yay old chapter reviews coming in clutch).
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- She could have very well just refused Peter’s offer, but we all know how much Isabella originally wanted to survive, so she doesn’t just accept because this man dangled a sense of freedom in her face, she also agreed so she could have the opportunity to help her children in any way her newfound power would allow her.
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- Of course, her transition to Grandma happens a bit differently in the second season, but I will give some bittersweet thanks to the anime once more for the obvious but curse them for also having this entire scene dark as hell. Let me see her beauty darn it! I can only fix the lighting so much until it looks overexposed and bad again.
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Anyways, Sarah is still alive at this point and taunts Isabella with the escapee’s lives just to see how she would react, which gave her a small sense of hope. Then some demons pay a visit later on and also ask if she would want to see the children one last time, but Isabella tells them that not only would she be too ashamed to face them but that they would manage to survive Grandma’s capture plan, which involved several men blowing up their shelter. It’s now clear to the demons that these children are special, and while Isabella agrees, it’s not for the same reason the demons think so. The demons believe the kids are special because of how they were raised to such a high quality. Isabella calls them special simply because they’re her children, just as any mother would.
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- In the anime, it’s the demons who offer Isabella the Grandma deal if Sarah’s current plan were to fail (which it does) and she takes it and the freedom from Grace Field House without question. Do I still believe she had similar intentions to help out the children like she did in manga at this point? Of course.
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- Not even a full month into her new job did she start preparing to help Emma & the others by considering who from the current Sisters she wanted to recruit to personally assist her destroy the farm entirely.
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- A month later and Isabella had already decreased the number of shipments that took place at Grace Field, which obviously helps raise the quality of the children by default, but it also means less death and gives those kids a chance to live longer.
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- She completely anticipated that Matilda, Jessica, Sienna & Scarlet were conspiring against her and caught them quite easily, as they were among the top scorers.
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- Each had a fair chance at becoming Moms but with those positions limited, it was obvious to figure out they were trying to force Isabella’s seat open by creating some suspicious activity to place on her almost perfect record. Unfortunately for the girls, our new Grandma is too smart for her own good and I love it.
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- The four women are apprehensive to join her insane plan to go against the farm, but Isabella assures them there’s no freedom if they follow the system’s rules and betray her. The harsh reality they’re all living in will continue unless they stop competing with one another and combine forces to defeat the true enemy.
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- To persuade them further, Isabella mentions the children they all gave birth to are still alive, bringing out an array of emotions from the women that they each thought they had buried deep down.
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- THIS! Just all of this is wonderful and shows just how much Isabella learned from her children who once defeated her.
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- To fully gain the women’s trust, she gives them Ray’s farewell note that he originally left in order to bait Krone, as proof she won’t double-cross them at any point.
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- I love the fact that she kept the note close to her because it acts just like all the other various toys and items she saved in her secret room back at plant 3. The original owners were all precious to her so she kept a piece of them behind to remember them in a place only she knew about. As I said before when mentioning her “I wish I could have just loved them normally” quote, all the love she had for her children had to be suppressed when she was under the system’s control, but that doesn’t mean she never cared. Because she did, and if I haven’t made at least that clear by now then I’m failing.
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- Can her intentions and love for her children be any more clear? (possibly, i’m not done with this darn post yet. how you guys holding up? i’m going a little insane at this point.)
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- Anyways! Second season didn’t make the rest of the story easy so apologies for any timeline mishaps as I switch between both anime and manga events from here on out.. like how in manga Isabella is informed of the escapee’s return to Grace Field via Peter, while the in the anime it’s her who helps lures them back with a fake transmission via the radio they stole.
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- Just before Emma & the others do return to Grace Field on November 13, Isabella finally reaches out to the farm’s many other Sisters to recruit them. She waited until the right moment to inform them of her crazy takeover plan so Peter wouldn’t become suspicious from all of headquarters acting/thinking differently (you know, like how Emma kept the jailbreak plan under wraps until the night of). These ladies also feel a bit wary and even think of Isabella’s offer as a joke, but with some real, heartfelt encouragement, she manages to win over every single woman to her side.
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- The moment when it was first revealed to us that she was not only still alive but was also promoted to Grandma is still so powerful.
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- She snaps Nat’s finger back into place after Peter broke it. (and considering emma’s group infiltrates the farm right after this, i’m pretty sure that ch170 with rallying the sisters took place before this..i think?)
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- Gave me a minor heart attack.
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- *CLAPS FRANTICALLY!!!* The moment she truly won me over.

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- While her betrayal against Peter in the manga is fantastic and quite possibly one of my favorite moments, the anime did give us a little something too. It shows Peter spewing utter nonsense to Emma about how she’s destined to fail, only for best girl to bite back with such a fantastic quote, and then Isabella drops the act and switches sides. While I agree Emma’s comeback is “wonderful,” it’s the English dub that completely wins me over in this scene by having Isabella comment “Now that’s my girl” instead, like bro.. hearing that makes me so happy.
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- For real dude, you have several highly skilled women pointing guns at you, I think her betrayal is crystal clear.
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- This is like the perfect example of how she had to conceal her feelings while bound by the system. She just misses these kids so much y’all but she can’t let her true emotions show yet.
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- Having her call Peter a boy is beyond hilarious to me. Also, how she disagrees with him on so many levels is excellent, like how he believes in experimenting on kids and having the right to call yourself their parent just because you created them, while Isabella believes in raising and loving children normally and that you earn that parent title by actually being part of their lives. To be fair they both inflicted pain on kids (Nat’s finger/Emma’s leg) but Peter’s action was a mistake in itself. Isabella got frustrated back when Krone even threatened to ship out the kids who discovered the secret, so you can bet she’s probably pissed off at this boy for harming one of her kids on purpose.
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- The best mother-daughter moment ever! It’s such a shame it never got truly animated since the second season decided not to give the children guns, but we get to see a small smile from Isabella after Emma decided to still call her “mom.”
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- The anime never gave Peter the chance to run away, like he (somehow) managed to do in manga, so we had the chance to see someone actually shoot at him. Well, in his general direction at least. Isabella lands a perfect shot not even a full second after he pulls out that disc. Accuracy on point.
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- Said this once or twice in the past in manga so I’m glad the anime brought it back.
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- Remains cautious and keeps her gun raised at Peter when Emma approaches him and rightfully so considering he still had his knife hidden at this point.
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- Refuses Emma’s offer to join the kids in the human world at first because she knows that her (& the sister’s) actions shouldn’t be forgiven so easily, but with some rather blunt sympathy from Ray and encouragement from her other children, she finally gives in.
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- This entire post summed up in one image.
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- She apologizes even though distancing herself from her kids and preparing them for death were just required of her role as a caretaker. She wouldn’t have done any of that in a normal world. (do i sound like a broken record yet? probably)
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- The emotion you hear in her voice during this entire dub scene hits my heart in all the right places.
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- She still thinks of Leslie after all this time and I think that’s real cute.
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- Her protective nature is on full display when she protects Emma from this bastard of a demon. A truly surprising and heartbreaking moment, considering this is the woman who’s survival used to be her top and only priority in the past, but now doesn’t hesitate to give her life in order to save her kid (and by extension that small girl emma saved. also, major heart attack for me).
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- Despite being critically injured, this woman still possess enough strength to hold back a demon twice her size. She doesn’t even pay any mind to its nonsense. Like the demon, people often think this is when redemption arc starts but I believe it started way back in ch37 when Isabella retrieved and hid the ropes the kids used to escape. Ever since she admitted defeat on the wall that night, she threw caution to the wind and began cheating the system in hopes to one day assist the kids achieve a brighter future. Despite all the work she’s done behind the scenes, Isabella believes there’s still so much more she can do to atone, so even though she’s already received the children’s forgiveness, she continues to assist them by jumping in and saving them directly from demons for once in her life.
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- Ma’am it’s sweet you’re so concerned with their safety, but we should be asking you that question ya know? (but then again emma was the same way after she woke up from her coma).
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- Knows that just apologizing and saving Emma isn’t enough to suddenly forgive all her actions and wants to do so much more for the children as a result. Even though I already acknowledged all her subtle and hidden moments, I wish we got to see her care for them more openly.
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- I simply can not read through ch177 and not get emotional. No matter how hard I try, I always feel tears start to form in my eyes. Oh my god, how cruel that death can be this beautiful. It’s so unfair.
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- *uses old chapter review because I’m too upset right now* “She apologizes for everything. For not treating him right and loving him as a mother normally would her own son. For making him despise his life so much and enduring so much pain that he thought the only escape was suicide.”
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- “She leaves him with one last wish to protect everyone, and that completely breaks me because you know exactly how much they both care for their family. Not only would they literally die for their family, but they would live for them too if someone asked. Truly like mother, like son.” (aaaaaahhhhh)
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- Her, umm.. ghost (along with Conny’s & Yuugo’s) help Ray reunite with Emma in 2049.
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- All my tears aside, the anime did something right by actually keeping her ALIVE!
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- Have you ever seen something so GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL in all your life?? This image is so powerful it literally tossed aside any salty feelings I had that night with how the second season ended. Seeing her like this grants me so much happiness y’all, it’s truly unbelievable. I still can’t get over it and hopefully I never will.
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Okay, now I’m done, thank god. Sorry this is like ridiculously long, especially since she’s absent for sooo many chapters. Also find it so hilarious how drastic my opinion of her changed from the beginning to now, from “bitch” to “oh my god I love her so much.” I know people will always have opposing opinions whether she’s actually a good mother or not and that’s totally fine. Wasn’t trying to convince y’all of that either because yes, some of her actions are real unforgivable, but she was suffering under the farm system too and just followed through with what she was trained to do in order to survive, but while other Sisters fought to climb ranks and help themselves survive, Isabella ultimately wanted the best for her children. The more power she gained, the more risks she took and once the system crashed so did her facade.
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An absolute queen.
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kasey-writes-stuff · 4 years ago
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hi <3 /p have you seen new jack manifold vlog?
if so, that bit where wilbur is pushing george down to do the bench press, only george flinches and giggles while being pushed, and so wilbur tickles georbe while he’s laying in the bench?
if you want :))
Wilbur and George were with jack and his brother filming a vlog for Jack’s channel, they were filming at a a gym basically just doing random things and goofing around. Jack decided to try his hand at bench pressing which led to George trying his hand at it but George didn’t get very far….
George was hesitant about it complaining the whole time before Wilbur began pushing on his chest lightly in a way to try and push him onto the bench pressing station but he didn’t expect for George to flinch and giggle “WILBUR nohoho!” Wilbur’s eyebrow raised before he smiled with mischief shining in his eyes “oh George? You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish would you?” George’s eyes widened as he blushed a light pink “N-no why would you even ask something as silly as that” George’s embarrassment rose as he remembered this was being filmed, it seemed as if Wilbur remembered as well seeing as he paused slightly as if looking for any true signs of discomfort and for need for him to stop, Jack sat to the side deciding to stay neutral and not get involved unless asked to,
However Wilbur seeing none he continued on “Well seeing as you flinched and let out such a sweet giggle when I pushed on your chest, he softly but firmly pushed George down onto the bench pressing station smiling softly “I can only assume you giggled because it tickled” George shook his head trying to act calm and neutral “oh please the only reason I giggled was because I thought about how dumb you’re going to look when you’re unable to lift this weight and jack manifold out lifts you” Wilbur scoffed softly “oho so that’s how it’s gonna be then…alright then you asked for it!”
Wilbur swiftly grabbed each of George’s wrists in one hand as he placed himself as softly as possible on George’s thighs one hand holding George’s arms above his head as his other hand began rapidly sending pokes up and down George’s sides sporadically making George squeak and begin biting his lip in an effort to hold back giggles “EEK! W-Wilbur eek! No!” Wilbur smiled happily “awe what’s the matter George I thought you weren’t ticklish? Seems to me like you are, now it’s just a matter of finding the spot that’ll release those cute giggles! Or even better that sweet sweet laughter!”
George shook his head and was about to retort but instead a squeal came out as Wilbur’s pokes managed to find their way to his armpits! George’s arms fought to come down but it was no use Wilbur’s grip was too tight! Wilbur grinned deviously “oh did I already find a spot to release that sweet laughter George? Or better yet did I already find your worst spot?” George shook his head quickly trying to deny it to the best of his ability “n-no it’s n-not my worst spot, in f-fact it’s not e-even that sensitive!” Wilbur raised an eyebrow and then nodded slowly “right so if I…”
His hands dive into George’s armpits scribbling around! George yelped as he fell into loud boisterous laughter as his arms came slamming down “ACK! NAHAHAHAHA WILBUR GEHEHTT OOUHUHUTTTT HAHAHAHAHHA!” Wilbur smiled softly “oh? I thought you weren’t sensitive here hmm? Seems to me like you’re very sensitive here why else would you want me to get out” George’s face was impossibly red as he again shook his head “OHOHO JUHUHUSSTT SHUHUHUTT UHUHUPPP!” Wilbur gasped softly “George! How dare you be so mean! Perhaps I should just stay here for a while longer”
George shook his head “NOHOHO PLHEHEHAHAHSSEHEHE IHIHI CCAHHAHNNTT!” Wilbur decided to have slight pity on George for at least a few moments as he slipped his hands out from George’s armpits and began thinking of a different spot to move to next “Hmm got any spots in mind George? Perhaps wanna tell me your favorite spot or your most ticklish one?” George laid there taking in breathes as he giggled residually… Well either one would be very embarrassing to have to admit and if he didn’t then Wilbur would probably just keep going until he found either one or both spots… George wasn’t used to so much tickling, despite liking it he wasn’t tickled often so he settled on telling Wilbur his worst spot
He acted fakely annoyed and like he was only saying this because Wilbur was forcing him to “ugh fine my worst spot is my back of my thighs and like right here…” George shyly pointed to where his lowest ribs and sides met, Wilbur smiled fondly nodding “right then flip over onto your tummy so I can get the back of you thighs easier okay?” George nodded hesitantly as he slowly flipped over and attempted to brace hisself “okay George here we go! 3…2..1!”
Wilbur scribbled on the back of George’s thighs and George lost it! Squealing and kicking as loud laughter poured out “EEEP NAHHEHAHHEHEHHAHAHHAHAHHAA WIHIHILLBBUHUHURRR IHIHITTSS SOHOHO BAHAHADDD!” Wilbur couldn’t help but chuckle softly “If you think the scratching is bad just wait until I start this” he began pinching and kneading into George’s thighs and George let out a small squeak before laughing even harder “EEK HOHOLLLYYY CCRRRHAHHAHAPPP AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!”
Wilbur nodded “See told ya so, now right let’s move on to this last spot before you’re too tired out” he gave George a small break to collect himself and regulate his breathing before placing his hands where his lowest ribs and sides met, George flinched and stiffened in suspense simply from Wilbur’s hands resting there and a small snort escaped as Wilbur gave a small squeeze “*snort*” Wilbur couldn’t contain the small giggles that poured out as he coos softly “aweee George how cute! I just barely squeezed here and yet you snorted! That’s just downright adorable!”
George blushed so darkly even his ears showed the blush “oh shut up it’s not adorable or anything of the sort!” Wilbur grinned smugly “I’d beg to differ! Especially seeing as it’s made you ears go all red!” He curiously scratches at one of George’s ears surprised by the exclamation followed by loud giggles that escape him “GAH WILBUR NOT THERE HAHAhahahhahahaa!” Wilbur smiles absolutely full of mischief “oohh ticklish ears gogs? I’ll have to remember this for next time” George’s stomach did somersaults upon hearing Wilbur’s teasing words but he attempted to save some of his dignity as he sasses back “there will be no next time except for when the roles are switched and you’re the one being subjected to this childish activity by me”
Wilbur scoffs softly rolling his eyes fondly “alright then sounds like you don’t wanna be kept waiting any longer so who am I to deny you what you want” and so with that Wilbur begins! One hand is scratching up and down the area as the other squeezes the area both sensations driving George mad! He lets out a small scream before falling into his loudest laughter yet as his body twists and turns every way possible instinctively trying to escape “AAAHH AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA NHAHHAHAHAHAHHA WIHIHILLBBUBUHUHURRRR!”
Wilbur’s eyes widened as he switched to kneading both sides “wow you weren’t kidding about this being your worst spot!” After a few moments he paused “hey George?” George took a few extra moments to catch his breathe “yes wilbur?” Wilbur had the most mischievous look possible on his face as he asks “do you know what a raspberry is? Are you okay with those? And perhaps some nibbles?” George’s eyes widened he definitely knew what both of those were but the last time he remembers either of those being used on him he was a mere child!
He was very curious though as to how they would feel now and how long he could last so he nodded “I know what they are a-and I’m okay with both… just make sure the second I ask you to stop you stop okay?” It’s not that George doesn’t trust Wilbur he does I mean if he didn’t he would’ve said this way earlier or not even have let things go on so long but still part of him was very nervous and just wanted to be sure… Wilbur nodded smiling softly as he rubbed George’s shoulder comfortingly “of course I will, now do you want to be on your back or your stomach?”
George thought for a moment “I’ll just stay on my stomach” he assumed the nibbles and raspberries that would inevitably carry over to his back wouldn’t be that bad but oh he was wrong…. Wilbur nodded softly “okay I’ll be extra gentle” Wilbur gently pushed up George’s shirt only enough to expose the target area and slightly above it, he leaned down and softly blew air on the area making George squeak and giggle in anticipation “EEK! Hehhehehehehehhehehe”
Wilbur smiled fondly continuing for only a moment or two before getting to the real work! He began blowing all sizes of raspberries on both sides and soon after threw in nibbles! George’s eyes widened as he laughed loudly and happily “AHAHHAHAHAHHAHA WWIHHIHIHILLL IHIHITTSS SOHOHO BAHAHAHDDD!” Wilbur smiled softly “but bad in a good way right?” George sheepishly nodded before a scream escaped him and he fell into soft laughter, Wilbur’s raspberries and nibbling had accidentally migrated to his back! And wow holy cow it tickled a lot more than George thought it would! His back was definitely way more ticklish than he remembered!
Wilbur’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he smiled brightly hardly able to continue because he was smiling so much! He only kept it up a few seconds before stopping and attempting to rub George’s back to stop the ghost tickles but unfortunately that only made George giggle more so he simply had to lay and wait for the tickles to surpass… It wasn’t long only a few moments and they passed and George was able to flip onto his back, Wilbur grabbed his shoulder reassuraingly “You alright George? I didn’t go to far did I?” George shook his head softly gently rubbing his thumb over Wilbur’s hand “no you’re fine I’m just not used to being t-t…you know that much and apparently my back is much more sensitive than I thought”
Wilbur laughed softly “it definitely is! I mean you fell into fully silent laughter! That’s what made me stop and worry I went to far honestly…” George smiled fondly “It’s fine one day soon I’ll make you silent laugh and we’ll be all even” Wilbur blushed softly “W-well now I don’t know about that but I do however know Mr jack manifold over there is extremely ticklish! Especially on his knees, hips and armpits! So I suppose we could team up and get him easily!” George smirked softly “oh is that so? Well I’ll have to keep that in mind I’m much too tired today to do anything except go home and sleep” jack sighed in relief as he says “right then I reckon we have enough footage and George we don’t have to include any of that unless you want to, we can just really quickly film you giving one try at the lifting and cut the other bit out and try and refilm it a bit”
George nods softly “that sounds good to me” and so they quickly refilmed that bit and then they all went their separate ways each wide smiles on their faces their minds filled with memories they’ll cherish and also already thinking of future memories yet to come
The end
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ballorawan740 · 4 years ago
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SCP Scenarios: Dr Benjamin Kondraki x Reader Headcanon (New Character)
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First Encounter
You and Kondraki first met were when you were recently transferred into the foundation and you were lost due to how big the building was and its confusing room names. He saw you being lost for quite a while as he had passed you about 5 times and had decided to help you. You both made quite an impression on each other and decided to hang out from time to time. You'd update him on the real-world stuff and he'd help guide and mentor you.
Your Feelings for Him You were doing your usual routine with Kondraki and had decided to look into his diary out of curiosity. It mentions how he noticed that he had developed feelings for you and he had some date nights planned which didn't go so well as you were busy. YOu felt your face burning and your heart pounding. A few days later, you kept replaying that scenario you noticed that you also held some feelings towards the man and you couldn't sleep that night.
His Confession Kondraki had finally made the first move which was to ask if you were free to hang out on the day. You, of course, said you were and had decided to meet up with Kondraki. You both went on your 'date' and Kondraki moved noticeably closer to you than usual. He had whispered in your ear if you wanted to be his and you said yes. Little did either of you know, Clef and Bright watched from afar this whole time, which led to this news being spread. You were teased endlessly until Kondraki threatened them in which they did stop. Let's just say that there aren't any secrets in the foundation. Except for SCP related events.
Date
Dates with Benjamin Kondraki are absolutely cliche. By cliche, I mean long walks through the park and having a picnic, going to the cinemas (although it's quite rare due to how busy you both are) and candlelit dinners. He makes them extra romantic and wholesome so you don't feel embarrassed or shy if you are. Over time, he'd start to make you homecooked meals and you guys would have your dates in your rooms instead. Sometimes Bright and Clef would join you and Glass would have to drag them out by their ears and apologies for their disruptions on your dates. You both would have a good laugh and he'd even take you to see the other SCPs. Other times, when you're both relaxing, you'd ask if you could watch him use his camera and he would let you. You made a heartwarming comment about those butterflies and he has never forgotten them since.
When he's jealous When Kondraki's jealous, he would try to keep it to himself as he knows that you wouldn't cheat on him. However, when it gets too much, he would go up to you and pouts as you give him a hug and introduce him to the person you was speaking to. The guy had that knowing look as he took a glance at Benjamin and left you both as you too had noticed a strange look on Kondraki. You gave a small remark and he replied put of jealousy to which you had a slight blush on your cheeks. You reassured him that you wouldn't ever do that to him and he took you out on another date.
When there's a containment breach
If you were with Kondraki during the containment breach, he'd quickly take you to safety and made sure that there was another staff member he could trust to look after you so he can do his job. However, if you weren't with him when there's a containment breach, Kondraki would search for you in such a panic that he'd even abandon his team. After finding you, he'd give you a hug and babbles about how worried he was about losing you. If you were injured, regardless of whether you were with him or not, he'd be a complete mother hen until way after you have recovered and would complain to the O5 council concerning your safety.
Yandere!SCP Dr Kondraki Yandere!Kondraki would be a rather soft one. If you went as far as pushing his limits, the most e would do is drag you into his room and lock you up for a few hours. He'd feel guilty afterwards and would come back to check if he had hurt you and even lecture about how he wants the best for you and you should trust him more. If you did something which didn't bother him at all, he'd be his normal self and would even surprise you with a few rewards. If there was a person who was either being too friendly/flirty or aggressive towards you, he'd hunt down the guy. Depending on what he did to you, his fate would differ.
How he reacts to his angry!S/O Kondraki learnt this the hard way because you were both arguing about each other's safety. He was on the verge of screaming whilst you became the feistiest and sassiest person on earth. Your inner sass showed up which shocked Kondraki and he watched you go at him for almost 10 minutes until he had to sit you down. From that day on, he never tried to have a fight with you. However, there are moments where he has to save others from arguing with you by dragging you away as your feisty side would show up and would end up having a physical fight with them.
When someone tries to steal you away When someone tries to steal you away, Kondraki would be furious. He'd do anything to get you back. He would even use his butterflies to help find you and hunt down whoever did this. NGL, Bright and Clef would be somewhat intimidated as Kondraki has never shown this side of himself to anyone yet alone show aggression when you're not there to calm him down. It was quite rare and even Glass had a hard time trying to calm him down. Needless to say, when he found you, he rushed you to the medics and vowed to never let you leave his side again. The kidnapper also happens to vanish from the face of the earth and nobody even questioned. Not even Bright.
When you hurt yourself by accident while pregnant
When Kondraki had heard the news, he broke into tears of happiness and hugged you. He would be the mother of all mother hens and wouldn't even let you move an inch of muscle. If you needed to go somewhere, even to the toilets, he'd carry you there and wait outside patiently. So that being said, if he ever found out you've been hurt, even if it was just a papercut, he would panic more than you would during labour. He would take to to the medics immediately and would even make you stay there for days at a time.
(Sources - Pics: Dr Kondraki)
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yama951 · 3 years ago
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Pastoria Settlement, Crimson Mirelands, Hisui Region, 1804 AC
The Diamond Clan was very friendly, in Dawn’s opinion, then again they were so sure that she came from the future and really wanted to know about it. She did try to make excuses, from being busy with her actual work for the Galaxy Team to the fact that written records lasted longer, stayed more accurate and easily spread around so there won’t be a lot of Diamond Clan records of who married who or where hidden riches were to be found to telling them that she’s not a native of Pastoria to the fears of time paradoxes and future shock, which they surprisingly already thought of and understood as an idea, which in hindsight made sense for the worshippers of time to try to understand how it all works.
Luckily the Miyamizu family let her stay with them while she was in the Mirelands. Unlike the rest of the nosy Diamond Clan members, the Miyamizus didn’t ask her about the future. Futaba wasn’t interested in knowing who she’ll marry, wanting to keep it a surprise. Hitoha, on her part, was of the opinion that learning of the future would either prevent it from happening or forcing it to happen and she didn’t want to risk either situation. Better to live in the present than some future that may or may not happen.
Rei visited a few times in the weeks she stayed at the Mirelands, helping out the Galaxy Team set up the base camps.
It was during one of his visits when they were exploring the future Great Marsh that they met Calaba, who was in a grouchier mood given the robbery of a large chunk of the ancient mural she cleaned and maintained in her free time.
Volo joined them when he heard that an ancient Celestica ruin was robbed. He was honestly pissed off, almost brimming with murderous intent in her opinion.
The four soon found the bandits responsible and managed to chase them off after defeating their pokemon. They then carried the large mural chunk slowly and carefully together.
“Ugh, how did the Miss Fortune sisters manage to get this all the way to their camp?” Rei muttered.
“Are you sure we can’t use our pokemon to carry it?” Dawn asked.
“And damage it even further? This is a thousand, maybe even two thousand, year old history you are holding and I swear to Almighty Sinnoh if the mural becomes unreadable because of negligence.”
“Warden Calaba, please, I have a machoke. I’m sure he’ll be extra careful.” Dawn begged, her arms getting numb from all the group lifting. Calaba just snorted at that.
“Fine, fine, even I have to watch my health at my age.” she said as Dawn called out her machoke and he easily lifted it up. Everyone else sighed in relief. “Honestly, that Coin, when did she turn bandit and abandon the Pearl Clan…” she muttered to herself. She then glanced at the machoke, giving a stern glare at the pokemon. The machoke became nervous, standing up even straighter. “If you drop or damage the mural, I will use you as a naginata training dummy, you hear.”
“M-ma machoke!”
Calaba simply huffed and led the way back to the ruin as the sun slowly set and guided the machoke to where to put back the missing chunk of the mural on the stone wall.
The machoke sighed in relief as nothing bad happened while Dawn patted his back.
“I wonder what the mural says.” Rei asked as the four glanced at the restored ancient mural.
“I have some knowledge of ancient writing.” Volo suggested with a finger waggle.
“Oh sure, ignore the old woman who spent her life maintaining the mural and worked as the warden of Ursaluna. I’m sure she has no idea what it says and just likes the pretty shapes on the wall.” Calaba sarcastically said.
“Well, I’m sure you have a much more accurate translation of the ancient writing, honored elder.” Volo said with a smile and a slight bow to Calaba.
“... you need to work on your back sass if you want to give an underhanded insult without people noticing. I’m sure you’ll have more time to train on customers.”
Volo’s grin turned strained.
“R-right. Thank you for the advice.”
“Anyway, the words of the mural is this. ‘All lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive’. I’ve read this passage many, many times, and I thought I understood the fullness of its meaning.” Calaba’s face turned softer as she glanced at Rei, Dawn, Volo, and even Dawn’s machoke still kneeling on the ground. “I thought it only applied to within the Pearl Clan, our partner pokemon and the Celestica people, and perhaps out towards the Diamond Clan, but perhaps the true meaning of the words is much more vast and inclusive than that.” she then sighed. “Now come on, all of you,” she faced the machoke, “Yes, you too. I should reward you all with something, and I’m sure my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter would be delighted for a surprise visit under my volition this time. Maybe my son Wabisuke came back from Jubilife Village today with all those foreign toys he loves to tinker with.” she said as she made everyone head back to the Pastoria settlement before it became dark.
“Hey, wait, isn’t this the Miyamizu yurt?” Dawn pointed out as the door opened.
“Granny? Now this is a surprise.” Futaba said.
“Hello there Futaba. Is your mother around?” Calaba said as she entered the yurt. “We’re here to celebrate with a hearty meal. Some bandits try to make off with a fragment of the mural I kept clean all these years but we all managed to chase them off and get it back. And so I’m treating them all with dinner and hospitality for the night.”
Futaba chuckled at that.
“Come in, come in.” she said to Rei, Volo, and Dawn’s machoke. “Mother’s weaving a linking cord at the moment but please, stay for dinner at least.”
“Well, one can’t say no to free food.” Volo said with a grin as they entered the yurt and had dinner. They even called out their pokemon to help with the cooking and join in eating.
It was all quite soft and cozy, in Dawn’s opinion, as they all ate together and eventually had fun after eating. She even watched Futaba and Calaba play some rounds of koi-koi before she walked around to find Hitoha finishing off a linking cord.
“I see you’re having fun.” she said with a grin as Dawn became rather interested at the cords and the many colored threads in making them. “First time you saw a linking cord, Dawn?”
“Yeah, well, they’re still being made in my time but they never really do what the stories said they do.”
“And what would that be? Connecting one’s true love perhaps? I don’t know when that started but somehow a plain red linking cord became a symbol of true love, beyond the span of time, or space as the Pearl Clan would say. Yellow cords for friendship, blue for family ties…”
“I… I should write that down. It’s the first time I've heard of that for colors other than red. I mean the stories that it evolve certain pokemon.”
“Oh? But they do. As long as you put your heart and soul into the cord when you give it to your pokemon, they will evolve. As my mother-in-law would say, ‘all lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive’, the linking cord is the manifestation of that. As long as the meaning of the cords is remembered, then it would work in evolving those four pokemon, machoke, kadabra, graveler, and haunter. Many wise men and women wondered why these four evolved by such an act. Some say they represent the body, mind, will, and spirit, respectively. Others say that they evolve by the act of forming strong bonds with one another. One story said that a couple’s shared kadabra evolved into an alakazam after bringing enough letters back and forth between them despite the vast distances separating them. Do you want one for your machoke? It might be a bit intensive but I think it’s better to make them by hand than to just buy it off and hope that it works.”
“I do want one. I need to fill out the pokedex somehow. But yeah, linking cords doesn’t work in my time. It’s something that mostly happens when they get traded through specialized machines. I wonder if it’s due to the Marsh Plague making the old stories disappear.” Dawn said before she covered her mouth. “P-please don’t tell anyone in the clan.”
“I won’t. Change is something we all must accept after all. I won’t be surprised if the whole settlement decides to move from our current spot. It tends to happen every generation or so.”
“Well, the Pastoria City I know was settled south from here, south of the marsh, since the area has the ingredients necessary to cure the Marsh Plague, ironically. They would use the same ingredients in curing an even worse plague that went global some years later.” Dawn said, though Hitoha made no comment on that.
“You can pick the colors if you want.” she said, letting Dawn pick among the various threads.
“Hmm, gray, black, red, and, hmm, yellow or brown… let’s go with yellow.”
“Now, sit in front of the spare loom and repeat after me.” Hitoha said as the two then started weaving their linking cords.
“I’m sure that if you put your spirit through the cord as you make it, it will help your machoke evolve. It’s not the only legend attributed to the linking cord. Among the Diamond Clan, a linking cord is said to tie together moments of time, to help remember old memories, usually happy times. Both clans use it for marriage ceremonies, though the meaning behind them is different. While to the Diamond Clan, it’s to remember the joy and vows made, for the Pearl Clan, it’s to keep the bond of the married couple strong no matter how far separated they become. My wedding was an eclectic mix of both clan traditions.” she said with a grin. She then sighed.
“It is sad to hear that the meaning behind the linking cord gets lost in due time. It will happen eventually but still, to hear the proof of it is different from having an idea of it in one’s mind. But at least the meaning survives in a different form. Maybe the same could be said of the Diamond Clan, if this Marsh Plague were to hit us that badly…”
“I… I don’t know. The Marsh Plague struck the Diamond Clan, the Great Blizzard struck the Pearl Clan, the Great Jubilife Fire destroyed most of the Galaxy Team’s written records… a lot of stuff gets lost. Though Captain Cyllene did make her own records and passed them down. I mean, will do it. She hasn’t written anything down yet.”
“Well, did anything happen to holy Michina? They have their own records.”
“The records are extensive but I don’t recall anything happening to Michina Town…” Dawn then paused and tilted her head down in realization. “We could have put a separate set of records in Michina Town…”
“I don’t want to give your hopes up, especially given how far back the Michina records are and how there’s not many people there to keep track of everything and prevent time from damaging them.”
Dawn sighed as she returned to her weaving.
“You got a point there, but it still doesn’t hurt to try.”
Hitoha simply nodded in agreement as the two weaved.
A few days later, Dawn and Rei were doing their survey work when a space-time distortion struck nearby. It was a surreal sight as a bubble of warped space-time appeared.
The duo entered the distortion and explored.
“What sort of pokemon is that?” Rei muttered as they saw what looked like pink and blue shapes.
“Those are porygon. But, they weren’t even created yet.” Dawn muttered out in shock.
“Space-time distortion.”
“Right, right, should we catch it? I mean, they’re not from this time period.”
“True, but you said you were tasked to catch all pokemon in Hisui. I don’t think there’s an exception to it, right?”
Dawn sighed.
“You got a point there. I still say this is going to be a headache for the future though.” Dawn said as she then went to catch the various porygon.
As they headed out with their satchels full of various stuff and newly caught porygon, they found an interesting device within the distortion.
“Wait, is that a vending machine?” Dawn muttered at the sight. “You know what,” she muttered as she called out her machoke. “Machoke, pick that up and let’s head out.”
They soon got out of the distortion before it vanished. Rei looked at Dawn and the strange box-like machine. It looked odd, a strange blend of natural and unnatural. It has a wooden appearance mixed with odd black and white materials with a covered indent near the bottom side and a glowing white rectangular area that covers most of the area above the hole.
“So, why did you decide to pick up… whatever that’s supposed to be?”
“It’s a vending machine, I think. It’s basically a device that sells snacks, well, usually snacks. You pay for what you want and you get the snack out of it from the bottom flap area.” Dawn said as she looked at it closer. “Though, it doesn’t look like a vending machine I know.” she then touched the glowing rectangle and images and letters appeared on it.
Aniseed City Public Autocook, ready for use
Dawn looked at it in shock as they saw various food stuff, a few known and most unknown, being shown on the screen.
“Uh, put it down. I want to test this.” Dawn said as her machoke put it down, curious as well. Looking around, Dawn began pressing on the keyboard on the screen.
POTATO MOCHI
She then pressed enter and they watched as a paper plate full of cooked potato mochi with wooden chopsticks was seemingly printed out from the bottom indent in what looked like a silvery cloud that vanished once it finished making the meal. The translucent flap then slid up and the three looked at the potato mochi in silence.
“It’s a replicator… a food replicator… this is… this is wow… Of all the things it could be, it’s a highly advanced food replicator. It’s like something from Barry’s sci-fi shows.”
“Dawn… you’re starting to freak me out here. Is it bad or is it good?” Rei asked, not wanting to pull the plate of potato mochi out.
“Well, it’s good in the sense that with this, hunger and starvation is now nonexistent. It can literally make whatever food it could give, with enough material and I think this accepts organic trash in making it. It’s bad since it’ll destroy any need for farming and cooking until it breaks…” Dawn said as she pulled out the plate and took a bite of the potato mochi. “It’s good! Try it.” Rei and her machoke ended up eating one and a look of awe graced their faces.
“H-how does it taste this good? This is amazing!”
“I know! This is something from the future, even ahead of my time!”
The two soon called out their pokemon and camped out, trying out more food from the replicator for everyone to enjoy.
Soon, Rei dropped the paper plates, cups, and utensils down the trash chute on the replicator’s side. A familiar buzzing was heard for a moment or two.
“It could cook steaming hot noodles and cold ice cream from nothing… you weren’t kidding this would put Beni out of business.”
Dawn sighed as she carried her starter, rowlet, who was cooing happily at a big meal.
“Now the only question is what to do with it. We can’t have Jubilife Village have it, as much as I want to bring it in my house. It’ll disrupt everything and it’ll only cause trouble if it breaks down and no one knows how to cook or farm at that point.”
“We can’t give it to the clans either. It’ll mess with the balance of power between them.” Rei added.
“And having machoke carrying it around would just cause questions.”
“Hmmm, how about Volo? Doesn’t he have a wagon we could use to store it?”
“Well, as long as the Gingko Guild doesn’t question it perhaps. We could say it’s mine but Ginter might bring it to my house… wait, is Ginter selling other Rotomtech appliances?”
“Uh, I think so. Before I headed here, I heard he was selling a mechanical box…”
“Excellent. I bet the entire set ended up here, so it won’t be too weird that I decided to buy something Volo found from a distortion? I’ll probably have to pay him to help cover it up. Hopefully he’ll agree to it. We just need to bring this to the wagon… at the Diamond Clan settlement…”
“I could go ahead and have him go here.” Rei suggested.
“That’s good. Luckily we’re far off from the marsh so the wagon won’t get stuck, hopefully. I’ll wait right here then.”
Rei soon headed off and Volo soon arrived with the wagon come nightfall. Of course, he too ended up trying out the prospect of free food, even printing out some Galaran curries for him and his pokemon.
“No offense to Beni but he needs to expand his dish selection.” Volo said as he ate up his steaming plate of spicy plenty-of-potato curry, which he then chugged down on some ice cold moomoo milk. “And this is available for anyone to use in the future?”
“It called itself a public autocook, so it’s likely to be accessed by anyone. Though it’s ahead of even my time. I never heard of Aniseed City, so it likely hasn’t even been founded in my time. Instead of starvation, I guess the bigger problem in the future would be being overweight.” Dawn said with a chuckle as they rested by a campfire.
Volo glanced at the food replicator, looking oddly wistful.
“I’ll put it in my wagon, for free if possible. If someone were to ask, I’ll say that you bought something I found and asked me to carry it around for you.”
“You’re just saying that to get free food on the trip.”
Volo chuckled, not denying it.
“Better me than Ginter, that's for sure.”
“Or Beni. If Beni hears of this, he’ll probably try to stab it and break it, and I don’t want to know what happens if it gets ripped open. Worst case scenario, Hisui gets melted down into silvery paste before it spreads to the rest of the planet, gray goo scenario.”
“You make it sound like there’s a legendary pokemon in the box.” Rei commented as he sat down with a plate of chocolates he printed from the autocook.
“It’s really advanced technology and things tend to go wrong if you mess with them. Though I do fear that breaking it would release nanites, uh, the silvery cloud that makes the food in the slot.”
“You seem to know how it works despite it being in your future.” Volo pointed out.
“The idea was around, though usually in shows rather than an actual thing.”
“You should watch those futurism videos on Dawn’s phone. The ideas there are insane. Like, breaking down the sun for enough fuel and resources for civilization to live beyond the sun’s normal lifespan.”
“... the sun has a lifespan?” Volo asked, eyes wide in a dumbfounded expression.
“Yeah, I feel like I messed up Rei’s head by showing him that channel on Vidtube…”
“Oh come on. It’s an opportunity to learn about the world no one else could get.”
“Now you’re making me curious.”
“Do you want all the answers given to you on your lap or do you want to go out there and find it for yourself?” Dawn asked Volo, which he found to be surprisingly difficult to answer.
“On one hand, practically all the answers that I want to know. On the other hand, where’s the fun and challenge in that?”
“On the third hand, you’ll probably learn more about your descendant given that she studies the ancient Celestica civilization.” Dawn added.
“And on the fourth hand, that means I would be plagiarizing from my wonderful great-something-granddaughter.”
Rei snickered at that.
“Yeah, I would suggest not messing around with your descendants. I’m fifteen yet learning that I’ll have a descendant, meaning that I’ll get married and be a father at some point in the future? That’s still very mind boggling.”
Dawn couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize how that would have looked for you!”
“Nah, nah, don’t be. Besides, you did say that the Great Fire destroyed the records so I still don’t know who I’ll marry in the future anyway, so that’ll be a nice surprise.”
“I have to agree at how mind boggling it is wrapping around the fact that I’ll eventually get married and settle down to have a family.” Volo said with a wistful look as he glanced down on his plate. “It’s the last thing I expected I would do, given my plans and all.” he then glanced at the autocook. “Still, the fact that hunger and starvation itself would be solved in the coming centuries does give one hope…”
“Yeah, things tend to get better in the future, despite the bumpy road. As long as we strive for it, a better future will come eventually. We just need to work together rather than let someone with a great man complex mess it all up with their insane plans.”
“Like Cyrus and his discount Galaxy Team?” Rei added.
“Discount Galaxy Team?” Volo asked. Dawn just shrugged.
“I wasn’t there when it happened. I was off looking for human ghosts in a haunted mansion in the woods for a week.”
“I wonder if the lack of a self-preservation instinct is in the blood given that Akari loves to ride on pokemon and your mom apparently races on a rhyhorn.” Rei interjected.
“Shush. Now, Cyrus was a smart and rich guy. He built various machines and cofounded Rotomtech, the various mechanical devices in that glarish red color Ginter found is their products. He then founded Team Galactic, probably based on his ancestor Cyllene’s records of the Galaxy Team. At first it was all about space exploration, but I guess he lost sight of the human element. When my friends and I started on our pokemon journey when we were ten, my friends ended up fighting against Team Galactic in their plans of taking control over Palkia and Dialga, the legendary pokemon of space and time respectively, and using them to remake reality so that emotion doesn’t exist. From what Lucas and Barry told me, they actually ran out of time. A hole appeared over Mount Coronet and the sky turned red. Cyrus managed to succeed in opening up his new world. But then Giratina popped out and stopped him, freeing Palkia and Dialga from the red chains and dragged him into the Distortion World. Cynthia chased after him through and she came back with Giratina. No one knew what happened to Cyrus after that. Team Galactic got disbanded, their members arrested, a lot of unethical experiments were discovered, which is very interesting in horrific and gruesome ways,” Dawn said with an excited grin, “Like, various indoctrination and mind control stuff, even attempts at a human hive mind, so the whole eliminate emotion thing wasn’t something Cyrus did for funsies. I went on a buneary hole reading up on all the stories and I lost sleep over the resulting nightmares of being subjected to an experimental nerve stapling for a week or two.”
Rei and Volo turned pale at that.
“It did make me wonder if they expanded on the experiments to the metaphysical, like soul manipulation but the good news is that they never used ghost types or magic rituals on their grunts so, yeah.”
“Well, that ruined my appetite.” Volo said as he went to give his remaining curry to one of his pokemon.
Dawn awkwardly chuckled.
“Too much information?”
“Way too much.” Rei agreed.
In the end, Volo agreed to keep the food fabricator in his wagon. The fact that it appeared to be solar powered helped in a way.
Dawn and Rei then continued their field work when Calaba asked Dawn for help. Lord Ursaluna seemed to have been angered recently and she feared that he was frenzied like Lord Kleavor.
Dawn wanted to do it herself but Rei pushed against it, wanting to be a part of battle this time.
“He’s not frenzied like Lord Kleavor.” Dawn commented. “He’s not glowing gold.”
“So, easier to stop?” Rei added as they hid behind the bushes.
“Well, there’s no league rules to stop us…” Dawn added before she sighed. “Fine, we’ll do this together. I’ll take the front, you’ll go from behind.”
“Right.”
And the duo managed to stop Lord Ursaluna, only to find that the reason for his raging was a rather strong pollen allergy.
“I don’t understand…” Calaba said as she petted Lore Ursaluna once he was given some medicine. “It’s not spring. Where would such strong pollen come from?”
“A grass type pokemon perhaps?”
“Hmm, Lady Lilligant is a grass type…”
“We should check on her next. Who and where’s the warden for her?” Dawn asked.
“That would be Arezu. Last I heard, she went to Jubilife Village to learn from the hairdresser. She might have come back recently. Might need to check on that.”
Returning to the Pastoria settlement to ask about Arezu, they learned that she went into the marsh and hasn’t returned. The trio then headed out, worried, with lanterns ready.
Dawn found her, unconscious near an alpha parasect.
Fortunately, Rei helped her in fighting the alpha pokemon and Warden Calaba carried Arezu out to safety on Lord Ursaluna.
“What were you thinking, Arezu? Right into an alpha parasect’s territory like that?” Calaba nearly shouted as Rei applied some first aid on Arezu’s leg.
“We need to bring her to the village. I think her leg got fractured from the alpha parasect. Captain Preselle would know what to do.”
“No, please-” Arezu muttered out through the pain from her leg.
“You’re lucky your leg didn’t break and we found you in time.” Calaba said as they rode on Lord Ursaluna to the Pastoria settlement.
“Please understand, I needed to make the balms for Lady Lilligant! She got struck by lightning and I heard of what the Galaxy Team did to quell Lord Kleavor, so I thought I could quell my lady’s frenzy by myself.”
“Don’t worry, Warden Arezu.” Dawn began. “We’ll do it. You need to get better.” Dawn said with a smile as Volo soon drove the wagon with Arezu on it to Jubilife Village.
Adaman decided to join in helping with the balms for Lady Lilligant.
“I know that look.” Rei began. “You were going to do it all by yourself.”
“Please Rei. I don’t want to see you die. The phone reversed time twice but it only did so when I was going to die.”
“I’m sorry, did you say your device reversed time!?” Adaman nearly shouted as he was carrying the basket of balms as they headed to the Brava Arena. Dawn sighed.
“Yeah, it happened twice with Lord Kleavor. It won’t accept me from failing, or at least dying. The second attempt… had Rei get slashed through his waist before I died. It’s the reason why I wanted to do this by myself-” Dawn said before Adaman placed his hand on Dawn’s shoulder.
“Dawn. Even though you have been blessed by Almighty Sinnoh to be an exception to Time’s relentless march forward, to face death again and again isn’t healthy. The will of mortals is different from the will of the gods, and mortal wills break more easily.”
“Don’t worry. It’s been a month and a half since Lord Kleavor got frenzied and I was made to do some mandatory rest afterwards.”
“Even still…”
“Adaman, Rei, I know you’re worried, but I don’t want you to get hurt alright. If you’ll stay away, you’ll stay safe.”
“Do not let your mind fall into the question of what could be, for you will only spiral into fear and madness. Even if you do experience us being hurt, you would end up reverting back in time to before we started. In that case, those timelines of failures were undone. The Adaman and the Rei in those times of failure do not matter in the end. It’s better if we were with you in the times of success than in the times of failure. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I won’t take no either, Dawn. You need someone to help you.” Rei said.
In the end, it took four tries.
In the first, Lady Lilligant went for Dawn’s throat.
In the second, Rei was thrown sideways to a tree and couldn’t move his legs, likely due to a broken spine, and Dawn jumped to protect him from Lady Lilligant’s kick.
In the third, Adaman lost an arm by her grass blades and Dawn had to tackle the frenzied noble despite the resulting thousand cuts.
In the fourth, all three managed to dodge the attacks and throw enough balms to quell the frenzied noble. Golden light bursted out and floated up into the smaller grayish dark teal crack in the sky above the arena before it vanished.
Dawn couldn’t help but hug Adaman and Rei both, crying despite their words of comfort.
When Dawn retold the three failed attempts on the way back, Adaman, as the leader of the Diamond Clan, told Dawn to rest for a week and that he would send a message to Commander Kamado of what happened and his decision to make her rest after the traumatic period, house arrest at the Miyamizu yurt if it was necessary.
“Don’t forget that I went back in time and moved in space.” Dawn pointed out in realization at Adaman as she rested at the Miyamizu yurt, using the time to finish her linking cord.
“Oh, of course I would tell Irida that Almighty Sinnoh gave their blessing to their champion by reversing time for them to try again.”
“And moving me back to the entrance of the arena each time.”
“Details.” Adaman said with a grin before he left.
Rei then arrived.
“Well, the commander agreed to you having at most a week off from field work. Personally, I think it’s a headache to deal with the fact that I technically died twice now, or would have died.” he said as he pulled out a journal. “Well, since you’re here to recuperate from what happened, I did some flower pressing. There was a distortion nearby and I found odd foods in this fake metal wrapping and I want you to tell me if it’s alright to eat.” he said as he pulled out some chocolate bars and some chips.
“These are snacks. The ones I was hoping for from the vending machine that wasn’t a vending machine.” Dawn said as she gave an oranguru bar to him. “You can have this one. I’m not much of a fan of raisins.” she said as she opened up a bag of potato chips. “Hmm, it’s been way too long since I had these. They’re not healthy to eat a lot of but still, comfort food. Try some potato chips, it’s barbecue flavored.”
“Oh, wow, those are some flavors, and these are really thin slices of potatoes.”
“Yeah, if memory serves, some time in the 1850’s at Unova, someone would go to an inn and annoyed the cook that the potato slices weren’t sliced thin enough and kept returning them until the cook sliced them very thin and fried them before serving it to the guy. And that’s how potato chips came to be.”
“So many ways to cook a potato.”
“Yup, mash them, boil them, stick them in a stew.” Dawn sang a bit, much to Rei’s amusement.
“Don’t tell me there’s a song about how many ways one could cook potatoes.”
“Nah, that’s from a show about the intrigues of the Unovan monarchy. There’s been a lot of shows about it though, so I couldn’t recall the exact one. Game of Stones? The Houses of the Dragon? The Tale of Two Kings?”
“Uh, Dawn?” Rei asked as he pulled out a golden ticket from his oranguru bar. “What’s this?” Dawn blinked at the sight, recalling something about an old candy contest in Alola that made the historical community riot. She didn’t read why there was a sudden fight among historians about a candy wrapper. She’d been meaning to read the article but kept putting it off. And then she was sent to the past so that was a moot point.
“Looks like you won something, if you manage to have that for a century or two.”
Rei snorted at that.
“I’ll glue it on my journal. Maybe my descendant would enjoy whatever it is that I won.”
That night, far off in the distance, an off pair of twins with grayish dark teal bowl cut hair wearing a pair of opposite colored baneful fox masks chuckled at each other.
They glanced down at the Brava Arena as the empty place began to crack in grayish dark teal light. The cracks in reality became ghostly smudges, revealing pruned timelines. Adaman missing an arm, Rei crashing at a tree and falling with a broken spine, Dawn choking on her shattered throat. The echoes of failed timelines then flowed towards the twins, empowering them.
“More power for the master.”
“Which one?”
“Heh, not Euthymia’s Fool, that's for sure.”
The twins chuckled at each other as they, the ghostly smudges, and the grayish dark teal cracks in reality vanished in fading balls of light, as if it never were.
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the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot
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》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader
》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...
》》 word count: 2.4k
》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao
》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder
》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3
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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.
You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).
Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.
This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.
Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.
You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.
The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.
"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.
"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"
No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.
So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.
”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.
Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.
Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.
So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.
You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.
The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.
”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.
When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.
“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.
“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.
“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.
“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”
This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”
He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.
“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”
You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.
“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.
Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.
But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.
“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”
Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”
The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.
“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.
It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.
You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.
"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."
You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.
However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.
"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.
Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.
"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."
The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.
"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"
You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.
His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.
You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.
"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.
"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."
You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.
Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.
"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"
He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.
“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”
- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -
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(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)
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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years ago
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i just wanna be with you
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freak snowstorm in your hometown keeps you trapped in the airport
future fic!!!
(warnings: cursing, no editing)
It hardly ever snowed in your hometown, like you couldn’t even remember the last time there was a white Christmas, you were that young. So of course, the year you and Rafe decided to fly there for Christmas, it snowed. Hard.
The flight was early on Christmas Day, you and Rafe left your apartment at 3 a.m. to get to the Jackson airport and through the busy airport for your flight at 6:30. He made the coffee and you loaded the car, both sleepy.
Rafe picked the music, playing his hype playlist softly to stay awake while you dozed in and out of sleep in the passenger seat. There was no one on the road until you got closer to the airport.
“Babe,” he called out softly, “almost there.”
You picked your head up and saw the parking garages coming up in the distance, so you sat up and started putting your shoes back on and gathering your stuff. When he parked and got a tag, you followed after him carrying your duffle bag in one hand, his hand clasped in your other.
He’d made good time, and the airport was still fairly quiet. Your gate was far from the entrance you’d parked near, so the two of you speedwalked, still sipping the to-go cups of coffee Rafe made at home.
You’d just made it to security when you drank the last bit, and both of you threw the cups away before walking through. They let you through pretty quickly, and you were back on your way, this time him carrying both duffle bags while you handled the booksacks. 
“You know,” Rafe spoke for the first time since getting out of the car, “I haven’t been at an airport in years.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “I thought your family was rich. Even with a private plane you need an airport right?”
“Ward has an airstrip.”
“Holy shit.”
He laughed humorlessly, “Yeah.”
“Well, my parents usually drive, but I kinda hate it. I’d much rather just fly.”
“How long is the drive?” he asked.
“Seven hours.”
“Jesus Christ,” he whistled lowly, “they drive it every time?”
“My father prefers it.”
Rafe snorted, “Not for me.”
“Me neither.”
By the time the two of you reached your gate, there were a few people sitting around, phones and laptops plugged into various outlets. Rafe glanced around before finding two chairs alone and nodded, “Wanna sit over there?”
“Sure.”
He led you over and you leaned onto his shoulder. You could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Gonna take a nap?”
“Maybe.”
“You have about 45 minutes until it’s time to go.”
“Wake me up in 30,” you mumbled, breathing evening out.
It couldn’t have been 30 minutes when he shook you awake. Blinking at him, confused, glanced at your watch. He was frowning, “Flight’s delayed.”
“Huh?”
“It’s snowing at the other airport pretty bad. And it’s supposed to be just as bad when we land.”
“Did they say when we could go?”
“It’s supposed to clear up after like an hour and a half or so.”
“So we’re delayed that long?”
He sighed and nodded, “I’m afraid so, sorry sweetheart.”
“It’s okay, nothing we can do. I’ll call my mom.”
Rafe frowned, “Want me to? Since it’s technically my fault.”
“What? You control the weather now? Kinda sick.”
“No,” he laughed softly, “we had to wait so long so that I could finish at work.”
“Rafe, there literally hasn’t been snow there in years. There was no way you could’ve predicted this, surely you don’t actually think you’re at fault.”
With an embarrassed shrug, you realized that he actually did. Before you could say anything, he told you, “You were ready to leave like a week ago. You should’ve just gone.”
“To leave you to fly alone when I know you don’t like it the most.”
“I’m a big boy.”
“I know,” you sassed, “but I want to be there for you.”
“Well,” he paused, “you are. And I’m sorry this isn’t working out.”
You shrugged, “Shit happens. Guess it isn’t meant to be.”
He suddenly looked determined, “It is. We’ll get there even if we have to change flights and rent a car and drive.”
“Babe, neither of us knows how to drive in snow,” you reminded him with a laugh.
“We’ll figure it out,” he told you, standing to go to the ticket counter. Before he could walk away, you grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back with a laugh.
“I promise it’s okay. Even if we spend most of Christmas at this stupid airport, at least I’m spending it with you.”
“That’s,” he sighed, “like I’m glad you aren’t mad at me, but that’s not fair to you.”
“To us,” you corrected, “you’re also missing Christmas with your family.”
Rafe’s eyes widened and his lips pressed together. You weren’t entirely sure what emotions were crossing his face, but they looked good. Complicated, but positive. 
You let him work through it quietly, holding his hand, and eventually, he spoke up, “I guess you’re right.”
“No need to guess,” you told him cheerfully, dialing your mom’s number. She didn’t answer.
-
There was no progress an hour later, and you were starting to wake up finally. Rafe, on the other hand, was fading fast. His head kept drooping, falling onto your shoulder before jerking back up. 
You reached up to run a hand through his hair and he pushed into it. With a smile, you scratched his scalp and he sighed quietly, eyes shutting fully. Finals week and grading had tired your poor boyfriend out completely, so you deep down hoped the flight would stay delayed so he could get some sleep.
He slept for an hour and a half, no progress made, though the gate across from you had emptied and filled twice in the time yours had stayed packed. There were people stretched out across the floor, and the flight attendants were even starting to look a little squirmy.
Rafe jolted up, forehead clipping your chin, and hissed, rubbing over his forehead with a confused look on his face. You laughed, holding your chin, “Good morning, handsome.”
“Hey,” he answered, smiling sleepily.
“How was your nap?”
With a hum, he answered, “Good. What time is it?”
“9:00.”
His eyebrows shot up, “And we’re still not on a plane, huh?”
“We are not. Are you hungry?”
“Hmm,” he tapped his chin, “a little bit, yeah.”
“There’s a sandwich place a little bit down. If you’ll save seats I’ll go grab us each one?”
Rafe nodded and reached for his back pocket to get his wallet. You waved it away and he frowned, “Why not?”
“I can pay.”
“But I want to pay,” he argued.
Rolling your eyes, you bent down and kissed his forehead, “Let it be part of your Christmas gift.” And before he could answer, you were gone. The stand had breakfast sandwiches and coffee, so you bought two of each. 
Rafe had stretched out when you left, his legs taking up your seat so no one would sit down. You snorted and he grinned, “Saved your seat.”
“You couldn’t have just put my booksack on it?”
“Someone could move the booksack, moving my legs is a lot more difficult.”
You hummed, playing along, “They are pretty hairy, I wouldn’t touch them either.”
Rafe smirked, “You sure about that?”
Shoving the sandwich in his face, you nudged his legs away and sat back down. Rafe took it and one of the coffees. The two of you started eating in silence until he made a noise to get your attention, “Did your mom ever call you back?”
“Nope,” you popped the p.
“So she thinks we’re in the air right now?”
“Most likely.”
“Rough. Hopefully she hears my message before dad drives to the airport to pick us up.”
-
Another hour passed, and your mom answered finally. She sounded frustrated, and you felt bad, but there wasn’t much you could do. Rafe also felt bad, he’d gone kinda quiet, and you felt extra bad.
“It’s going to be fine,” you reassured, squeezing his hand.
“We still have a four hour flight, babe.”
“Yeah, but we’re going back, it’s only like 8 there, so it’ll be fine!”
Rafe unclenched his jaw, “I guess you’re right.”
You shook your head, “What’s up with all this guessing today?”
He snorted, and pushed your head away, “Yeah yeah, leave me alone.”
Right as you started to respond, a very relieved-sounding flight attendant announced that the plane was ready to board. Rafe hopped up and held his hand out to help you up. He grabbed both of your bags, “If you go throw the trash away, I’ll go get in line.”
Texting your mom that the plane was finally boarding, you threw the cups and wrappers away before joining Rafe in line. Even when the plane was full, they still didn’t have a takeoff time, so you settled in, looking out the window next to you.
Rafe sighed and you turned, “What’s up now?”
“This is all going wrong.”
“I mean it’s not that big of a deal.”
Shutting his eyes, he told you, “It is. I had plans.”
“Plans?”
“Yes.”
You waited a few seconds for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, you nudged him with your elbow, “Plans?”
“I said yes.”
He was smirking, and you rolled your eyes with a huff, “Stop messing with me, Cameron.”
“Never.”
“Bro,” you groaned, “why can’t you just tell me.”
“Bro, I’m not ruining this for myself.”
“Ruining what?”
He shrugged, “Christmas.”
“Ah yes, Rafe Cameron who notoriously controls the weather, ruins Christmas for us all.”
Rolling his eyes, Rafe chose not to respond, and pulled a book out of his booksack. 
“Oh are you ignoring me now?” you asked, poking him.
“Until the caffeine wears off, I’m ignoring you.”
“Rude.”
“You’re rude.”
The lady on the other side of Rafe sighed loudly, ending your giggling and Rafe elbowing you. Biting your lip to hold in your laughs, you grabbed his hand when he tried to poke your side where you were ticklish.
“Asshole,” you whispered, holding his hand as tightly as possible while he fought against you.
“Me? Never,” he answered, shaking his hand free and poking you in the side. 
You arched away, whacking your head on the wall next to you. With a groan, you rubbed your forehead, “Fucking ouch.”
He laughed, reaching forward to grab your head, “Watch it, don’t want to give yourself a concussion. Then you’ll be ruining Christmas too.”
“Neither of us are ruining Christmas.”
“Ruining my Christmas,” he responded cryptically.
You tried, “All I want for Christmas is you?”
“No, Mariah. You want to see your family.” You opened your mouth, and he cut you off, “And don’t say you’re my family, I know that, but the rest of your family.”
“Well,” you answered weakly, “as long as you know.”
“Was trying to make it more official,” he muttered, but you heard him.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Something,” you argued back.
He mimed zipping his lips, and you sighed, “Fine, be that way.”
“I will.”
And before you could say anything else, the flight attendant came over the speaker and started the pre-flight spiel. You sighed in relief, sending your mom a quick text that you were finally about to take off.
By the time the plane took off, you’d forgotten about Rafe’s weird behavior. Happy to finally be flying and not sitting in an airport.
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day 19 of @obxmermaid​‘s holiday challenge: delayed flight
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ask-runaan-anything · 4 years ago
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Was there ever a time you worried about your marriage (even if it turned out unfounded)? How did you overcome it?
I overcame it by being a soft fool for my husband, and by actually talking to him, and listening as well. You know, the usual.
Angst warning, little shadows.
The first time that Ethari worked on a big village project as the Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove, he spent long hours, and long days, in the company of his fellow crafters. He was in charge, so he had to be there from very early until very late, for more than two full Moons.
I was busy training, as always, and I didn’t understand what the difference in our daily rhythms would mean at first. But I started to miss little things, like morning tea with him, and letting him do all the talking to Rayla’s teachers at PTA meetings, and extra long hair brushing sessions where he and I would talk of soft things.
I missed them, and I missed him. But I had my duty, and he had his. And so we continued on.
I took a bit of a tumble in training after a while, but Ethari was in a big consultation meeting, so I patched myself up, with a little help from Rayla. Ethari looked sad when he saw my injuries, but he didn’t say anything.
A few days later, he came home with bandages of his own, along his shoulder and one side of his chest, and I nearly had a heart attack. But he brushed it off, saying it wasn’t that bad and a support structure had just gotten out of hand during construction, and his team was just being overly protective of their project leader. So I let that go, too.
Then.
Then his team publicly revealed the project they’d been striving over so long and hard, and I had to stand in the crowd and listen to my husband say that the village wouldn’t need assassin patrols like before, because his team had crafted an early warning system attuned to sensing approaching life forms around the village’s protective spells. And they were planning on extending the alarm towers in a spreading pattern out from the village, too.
Excuse me??
I may have stalked off, but I assure you, it was just to find a quiet place to think. I definitely wasn’t furious, not me. Did not at all feel like my entire purpose in life was being casually discounted and replaced by a, a, a, a magic pillar.
Was that all I was to Ethari, in my professional capacity, a magic pillar? That he could just up and replace me, my service to the Silvergrove? Did he only want me doing my duty far far away in the human lands where he didn’t have to hear about it? Was my being an assassin repellent to him?
Under my fury--which I totally did not have--I was scared. And lost. I thought I knew what our professional partnership meant: he made the swords and I swung them. Simple. But he had gone and made these plans, and involved the whole village, and they all went along with it.
I worried that Ethari was lying to them, that they thought that because it was Ethari making these defenses, that he had my approval and support, and so did his project.
I was not a hot mess of negative feels, nope, not me, not this stoic assassin. I was Fine.
I may have stopped speaking to my husband, though. May have needed more information than I had access to and didn’t want to misstep without it. Didn’t know if my trust in him had been misplaced.
That’s, um. That’s a very bad feeling. I hated it with every fiber of my being.
So I lurked around my own house in silence, trying not to spend much time in any room with Ethari, lost in my own worries. Meanwhile, at work, I changed exactly nothing about our training routines. Somehow, I would find a way to keep my assassins relevant to the village’s needs, on top of our missions.
Ethari pulled away from me, too, when he realized I’d gone silent. He didn’t know what it meant, he’d never seen that from me before. But he constantly offered small tokens of connection, trying to reach me.
I wanted to reach out to him, so badly. I desperately needed to understand. But at the same time, I didn’t trust him anymore, not like I had. When you crave reassurance but your only source is the person who hurt you... My thoughts went through some dark cycles then. The darkest of which was something like: Should I just leave the village and let them ghost me for choosing an elf who so completely failed to understand my life’s purpose and ended up hamstringing the assassins and their ability to perform their duty for Xadia and led to the ruination of the Moonshadow elves’ honor in the eyes of all our fellow elves and the Dragon Throne?
The genuine terror that I may have failed to understand Ethari’s heart so deeply that I’d brought the end of my entire people as we knew ourselves... was not a good headspace.
“Runaan. Runaan, you haven’t washed your hair in days.” Ethari tentatively lifted the end of my ponytail and showed me a bit of leaf that had been there yesterday. And the day before.
I nodded and took my ponytail from him, and I started toward the bath to take care of it. Can’t let your appearance slide, not if you’re a Moonshadow elf.
But he followed me. I was exhausted, and lonely, and afraid, and very much lost in my own head. And Ethari had always made me feel better. So, in a moment of weakness, I let him wash my hair again. I needed him, however I could get him, even if I couldn’t trust him anymore.
He poured clean water over my hair and sluiced out my bubbly shampoo, and then he paused. I tensed up, waiting, not sure what to expect. He leaned close from behind me and rested his forehead against my wet hair.
And then I heard him sob. “Where have you gone, my heart? What have I done to push you away? I was only trying to help you, I promise. Please, Runaan. Tell me how I can make it better. I’ll do anything. I’ll always do anything for you.” And he pressed his head against mine and cried.
I nearly broke the edges of the tub, I was squeezing them so hard. Wherever Ethari was coming from, it wasn’t the place I had imagined. “You... never asked,” I managed to say. My voice sounded strange, rusty.
“I wanted to surprise you. You’ve always liked my surprises before,” he murmured.
“Your trinkets weren’t trying to put me out of a job,” I sassed.
“I was trying to keep you safe!” he exclaimed. “Fewer patrols, fewer skirmishes. But if that’s how you feel about my project, I’ll scrap it.”
And just like that, the old Ethari resurrected in my heart. He’d never changed. I hadn’t read him wrong. We just... hadn’t communicated well.
I turned in the tub and faced him, cupping his cheeks in my wet hands. “You impulsive fool,” I begged him, “why didn’t you consult with me first? Or any assassin? All your work, and you never asked any of us.”
His dark brows bent. “You never keep the right secrets from each other.”
That sent my heart racing, because I knew he was right, and I couldn’t say so. I scooted away from him on my knees and shoved my face under the water and shouted out of sheer frustration. When I pushed myself up again, panting for breath, Ethari’s mood shifted suddenly.
“Wait, Runaan, I think I can fix this. The bubbles you just made... Yes, I have an idea. And as soon as you’re dressed, I’d like to consult with you properly on it. If you’ll let me...?” He bit his lip and waited nervously.
I slicked my hair back and took a deep breath. “No special treatment.”
“What?”
“The Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove shouldn’t give out special treatment. You need to treat me the same as everyone else.”
Well, that made one of his brows pop, and he looked me up and down in the tub. “I’m not sure I have that much shampoo on hand, love.”
I firmed my lips to keep from smiling at his sass. “When it comes to project consultation, Ethari. Let’s start from the beginning, where we should’ve begun in the first place. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you what I need. That’s how we’ve always done things. We shouldn’t have changed a formula that works.”
He nodded for a moment. “I’m sorry. I did give you special treatment, and it’s gone all wrong. I shouldn’t have tried to soften your hard side. You need it to keep yourself safe.”
“I do.” Our eyes met for a long moment, and then I squeezed his shoulders and pressed my forehead against his, finally confident once again that Ethari was the elf I thought I’d fallen in love with. “But I will give you care of my soft side again, my heart. I am sorry I doubted you.”
“You doubted me?” Ethari breathed.
I nodded against his forehead. “It was... severely unpleasant and I never wish to repeat it.”
Ethari whisked a towel around my shoulders and used it to pull me closer. “Then I’ll never give you cause, my shade. Let’s get you dried off. You have a consult with the Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove in a little while, and I want you looking your best for him.”
I pulled Ethari into a tight, wet hug and squeezed my eyes shut, clinging desperately to his warm and stable strength. “He deserves my best.”
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yeah-klave · 5 years ago
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Strong hands, warm heart
Summary: Dave notices Klaus looks tired and achy and decides to give him a massage.
Genre: Smut, with a side of fluff and humour
A/N: Mostly canon compliant, but Dave didn’t die and he and Klaus made it back to 2019 (somehow) where they’re now living happily ever after. (Also, The Umbrella Academy are now a functioning crime fighting team.)
Word length: 4k
Warning: Adult content (18+ only please), hand jobs, indirect prostate massage, massage with a happy ending, mention of ghosts who’ve committed suicide, mention of missions involving narrowly avoided train crashes and terrorists.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.
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For the third time tonight, Dave saw Klaus furrow his brows and roll his shoulders.
Dave frowned, looking over the top of his book and focused his gaze on his boyfriend.
They were sitting in their living room. While Dave quietly read a novel, Klaus had flopped onto the sofa next to him to watch TV. His long limbs were sprawled dramatically, one foot resting absently in Dave’s lap.  
Unaware of Dave’s eyes on him, Klaus blinked blearily in the direction of the TV, before bringing a hand up to scrub across his face and pinch the bridge of his nose. Dave watched as he rolled his shoulder again and let out a breath in a small, almost inaudible sigh.
“You okay?” asked Dave.
“Hmmm?” Klaus hummed, flicking his eyes away from the screen to rest on the soft expression on his boyfriend’s handsome, chiseled face.
“Bad day?” Dave asked gently, resting one of his large, warm hands on Klaus’ bare foot and rubbing the delicate skin of the arch slowly with his thumb.
“Hmmm,” Klaus hummed again, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. “Oh, you know, long day saving the world and all that fun stuff…” He wiggled his toes slightly.
“How bad was it?” Dave asked. “The disaster you averted today, on a scale of one to ten?”
“Well…” Klaus considered. “If one was tripping up and stubbing your toe, and ten was the end of all life on earth… I suppose it would have been a seven. But, like a strong seven. Nearly an eight. Probably like a seven point eight five…”
“Of course you answered to two decimal places,” Dave said fondly. “That’s just so… what it is you guys say now… extra?”
Klaus barked a laugh, then winced and rolled his shoulder again.
“What’s wrong with your shoulder?” asked Dave, concerned.
Klaus frowned vaguely. “Oh, just a bit stiff, I guess. I think I pulled it when I was trying to carry Luther.” He frowned back in the direction of the screen.
Dave shook his head slightly in bewilderment and concern, “Why were you trying to carry Luther?! Have you seen the size of that guy? And you’re only little! You’re not the one with super strength baby.”
“Yeah,” Klaus agreed, “but he was unconscious and a train was about to hit him. It’s okay though, in the end I got a couple of nice jumpers to help me get him out of the way.”
“Jumpers?” Dave asked.
“Yeah,” Klaus yawned, “railway lines are full of them. These two were pretty nice actually.”
Dave sighed. “Seems like all the work you’ve been putting in to better control your powers is paying off.”
“Yeah…” Klaus yawned again, “I suppose. But, I mean, we did have a bit of a fight afterwards, while Five and Allison were sorting everything out… They said Gene Pitney had no place in the musical canon!” He caught Dave’s eye and they shared a smile and Klaus rolled his shoulder again.
Dave carefully marked his place, put his book down and leaned to switch off the TV. He gently lowered Klaus’ foot to the floor, got to his feet and held his hand out to Klaus. “Come on,” he said simply.
“Where are we going?” Klaus asked, looking up at him.
“I’m going to take care of you,” Dave said softly. “Now come on. Up.”
Klaus took Dave’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. Dave led him down the hall and towards their bedroom, pausing to grab a couple of towels from the cupboard on the way.
“Mmmm,” Klaus said waggling his eyebrows and squeezing Dave’s fingers, “taking care of me in the messy kind of way then?”
Dave looked back at him. Despite his words, Dave could see the fatigue around Klaus’ eyes and the lethargy in his limbs.
Dave squeezed back and quirked the corner of his mouth up in a smile. “Probably not in the way you’re thinking.”
Klaus’ brows furrowed as Dave led him into their bedroom. He left the overhead light off and instead flicked on a lamp and the room filled with a soft warm glow. Dave leaned over and pulled the duvet down and off, letting in fall in a heap at the foot of the bed.
“Dave?” Klaus said.
“Sshh,” Dave soothed, turning to Klaus and running a hand tenderly down Klaus’ cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.”
Dave unfurled a large towel and laid it flat in the middle of the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles.
He then turned to Klaus, eyes soft and head tilted slightly to the side. “Let’s get those clothes off you,” he said. “I’m going to rub your back and sort out that muscle tension.”
Klaus closed his eyes briefly and exhaled. “That,” he said slowly, “actually sounds amazing.”
Dave grinned and helped Klaus pull he tee over his head. Klaus unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them down his hips, then sat on the edge of the bed and let Dave peel them the rest of the way down his legs and off.
“I don’t know how you can stand these,” Dave said looking down at the skinny leather pants, a smile crinkling his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, you know what it does to me seeing you in these. But still, I don’t know how you do it...”
“It’s all worth it for the look on your face, Davey,” Klaus cooed, looking up through his lashes and his Hello hand going to the waistband of his boxers.
But Dave caught his wrist. “This is about helping you relax and unwind. Just leave them on and come here” he said patting the bed.
Klaus raised an eyebrow but nodded once and crawled onto the bed.
“Here, rest your pelvis on this,” Dave said, taking a smaller towel, rolling it into a thin tube shape and placing it on the bed. “It’ll help with the alignment of your spine.”
Klaus arranged himself on the bed, arms up, head resting on his folded forearms and his pelvis, slightly raised, positioned on the towel roll. He breathed out a deep sigh.
“Just this feels so good already,” he smiled, arching his back and curling his toes luxuriously.
 “Good,” Dave smiled down at him, his hand coming out to stroke the back of Klaus’ head soothingly, running his fingers through his glorious curls. “Don’t fight it if you want to fall asleep, okay?”
“Mmm,” Klaus hummed.
Dave opened the bedside drawer on his side and rummaged around inside before finally pulling out a small bottle.
Dave moved back down to the bottom of the bed and perched on the corner. He popped the cap of the bottle and poured some oil onto his hands. He placed the bottle within reach and then rubbed his hands together, warming the oil. He gently picked up Klaus’ left foot and with broad strokes, spread the oil over the skin of his foot. Then balancing Klaus’ foot on his fingers, Dave used his thumbs to press into the underside of Klaus’ foot, kneading the soft arch with a rhythmic press and slide, alternating between the thumbs of each hand.
Klaus sighed. “As good as that feels Davey, you do know that’s not my shoulder, right? I mean, I don’t know how good you were at Biology class in school, but I thought that after all the self-studying we’ve done together over the years you might have picked up a thing or two along the way.”
“Are you actually sassing me right now?” Dave quirked a smile.
“Umm hmm,” Klaus hummed.
“Klaus,” Dave said soothingly. “I’m going to help you relax. I am in control. You literally only have one job right now: just lie there and take it.”
Klaus groaned and Dave grinned.
Dave continued to work Klaus’ foot, pressing into the arch and smoothing over the heal and ball. He then used his thumb and the side of his index finger to pinch all the way around the edge of the foot. Dave heard Klaus sigh. He then moved onto Klaus’ toes, rolling the pad of each in turn, then curling his fingers around the big toe, squeezing and pulling back slowly, twisting his wrist as he went. Klaus groaned again. Dave repeated the action, then moved on and did the same to the other toes in turn.
By the time Dave was replenishing the oil and moving onto the other foot to give it the same treatment, Klaus already felt as though he was melting into the bed. With every press of Dave’s thumb and twist of his fingers, Klaus felt himself sink deeper and deeper. He sighed in pleasure.
After gently laying his feet back on the bed and re-oiling his hands, Dave twisted his body to face Klaus and slowly worked his way up the back of one of Klaus’ legs, pressing deeply into the muscle of the calf and the back of the thigh. By the time he reached the hem of Klaus’ boxers, Dave felt Klaus shift his hips, opening his legs wider. Dave smiled to himself, then turned his attention to the bottom of the other leg, working his way up slowly with firm, broad strokes. Klaus breathed out a deep sigh, submitting himself to the steady press and slide of Dave’s strong hands.
Finally, Dave rose and moved onto the bed to straddle Klaus, one knee on either side of Klaus’ thin hips. He picked up the bottle and gently poured a few drops over Klaus’ shoulders and down his back. The oil glistened on Klaus’ skin, slowly running down the slope of his shoulders and pooling a little in the hollow at the base of his spine. Dave then leaned forwards, took hold of one of Klaus’ tender shoulders and squeezed gently.
Klaus let out a long, drawn out groan. The corner of Dave’s mouth twitched in a smile. He smoothed his hands over the area, spreading the oil, then began working the stiff muscles of Klaus’ shoulders gently.
“Oh, Dave,” Klaus sighed.
Dave looked down at him fondly, keeping up the movement of his fingers and watching the flutter of Klaus’ dark eyelashes against his cheeks, the slackness of his jaw, the way his mouth parted slightly to release a long, slow sigh.
“Is this pressure okay, baby?” Dave asked quietly. “Or do you want it harder?”
“Oh, that feels so good,” Klaus breathed out. “But, yeah, maybe a little harder, please.”
Dave increased the pressure of his fingers a fraction and Klaus groaned.
“Yes, that!” He grunted, “just like that!”
Dave continued to study Klaus; eyes closed and face smooth with contentment, half pressed into the mattress. He kept up the pressure of his thumbs, watching the flickers of pleasure flash over Klaus’ features. When Dave started to feel the solid muscles of Klaus’ shoulder begin to soften, he began to work his way up the column of Klaus’ neck and rub small circles into the delicate place at the base of his skull. Dave then encouraged Klaus to roll his head and face the other direction, giving Dave access to the other side. Finally, he worked his way back down and began his ministrations on the other shoulder. Dave felt Klaus shift his hips again.
Dave worked on the muscles of the shoulder until Klaus was letting out low, happy hums on every exhale. Only then did Dave move his hands down in broad strokes over Klaus’ shoulder blades and down his back, spreading the oil and following the gentle curve of his spine down to his narrow waist. He then went back to knead the delicate area between Klaus’ shoulder blade and spine.
“Ooh,” Klaus jerked suddenly.
Dave looked at him quickly, “Not good?”
“You just hit a really sensitive bit there,” Klaus said.
“Sorry,” Dave said, bending over briefly to press a kiss to the area. He then brought his hands back to the sport and worked the area much more gently.
“Ooooh,” Klaus breathed out, melting again. “Yeeaah, that’s actually really good. More there please.”
Dave smiled, and carried on the gentle press and slide of his slippery thumbs over Klaus’ sensitive muscles. Dave mirrored his actions on the other side of Klaus’ spine, making sure his attentions were balanced and even.
“Yes,” Klaus sighed dreamily, completely lost in the push of strong hands, the soft weight of Dave resting lightly on his backside and the slow clench and release as his muscles unknotted. He was almost overwhelmed by the moment. He felt so relaxed and heavy he could barely lift his head. But at the same time, he was light and free and untethered, and felt like he might float away, moored only by the firm press of Dave’s hands on his body. He was distantly aware of a low pressure building in his stomach, a surge and swell that had him twitching his hips again. Unaware, Dave continued to work down Klaus’ back, pressing and kneading Klaus into a state of fuzzy bliss.
“Do you want to roll over so I can do your front?” Dave asked softly.
Klaus gave a muffled hum into the mattress.
Dave lifted onto his knees and shuffled back slightly. He grabbed the towel roll and gently pulled it out from under him as Klaus languidly twisted his body around between Dave’s legs and rolled flat on his back. As he settled, the prominent tent in Klaus’ boxers suddenly became very evident between them.
Dave grinned and caught Klaus’ eye, raising an eyebrow. Klaus smiled and gave Dave a wink.
Still grinning, Dave gently poured more oil over Klaus’ chest and down his arms.
He ignored Klaus’ erection, instead working his way slowly down his arm, paying particular attention to his hand, kneading into the palm and repeating the pull and twist action on each finger and thumb.
Klaus sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling in short pants. He shifted his hips again, a steady thrum now pulsing between his legs.
“Dave,” he breathed, his voice low and needy.
Dave smiled again and continued to work on Klaus’ hand. He then started down his other arm, his hands firm and sure. Klaus groaned and squirmed.
Eventually, Dave returned to Klaus’ chest, spreading the oil by running flat hands over his pecs and abs. He relished the feeling of the flat planes of Klaus’ chest and his eyes grew dark seeing the way the oil accentuated the shallow swells and grooves of his toned muscles. When Dave’s hand ran over the sensitive skin of the V above his groin, Klaus gasped and bucked his hips, chasing the direct touch and pressure he craved.
“Dave,” Klaus whined shamelessly.
“Huh?” Dave said, feigning ignorance, his hands still sliding over the smooth taut skin of Klaus’ stomach.
Klaus’ breath quickened and he released another groan as Dave’s fingers ran over the hardened nubs of his nipples. The weightless relief Klaus had felt as his muscles relaxed was now replaced by a new kind of tension. There was a hot coil in his stomach, and he felt a sharp, hot twist when Dave’s fingertips ran over his nipples again and then dipped down to brush against the very top of the crease of his groin. He could hear his pulse in his ears and feel a thrumming ache building inside him. He bucked his hips again, eager and desperate and leaking.
“Dave, please,” he begged.
Bringing his hands up to Klaus’ face, Dave cupped his cheeks and brought their mouths together in a slow kiss. Klaus opened his mouth for Dave, yearning for the push and slide of Dave’s lips and tongue. Dave broke away and Klaus whined, but Dave brought his lips low to Klaus’ ear.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered soothingly, his warm breath fanning over Klaus’ over sensitive skin. “I told you I was going to take care of you.”
Klaus shivered and huffed out a breath, eyes closed, as Dave sat back up and lifted off Klaus, shuffling until he was kneeling at his side. He carefully lifted the waistband of Klaus’ boxers, encouraging Klaus to lift his hips, and pulled them down and off. Klaus’ length sprang free. Dave took a moment to stare down at Klaus, thick and hard and heavy, straining and twitching from lack of stimulation. For a second, Dave’s heart clenched and a wave of something warm and softly golden filled his chest. Him, though Dave. Always, him.
He picked up the bottle of oil and poured some over Klaus’ groin and generously coated his own hands. He reached down and, finally, gave one firm pull on Klaus’ length. Klaus let out a desperate groan and twitched, bucking his hips eagerly to chase the delicious pressure.
However, Dave let go and instead made a claw shape with his thumb and fingers. He positioned his hand over the tip, the pads of his fingers and thumb resting tantalizingly just below the head. He then began twisting his wrist, his fingers moving over Klaus’ silky soft skin.
Klaus gasped, his head coming up and eyes shooting open. He stared blearily at Dave.
“Dave… what?” He panted “What’re you…?”
“Sshh,” Dave soothed. Then, smiling, he added, “also, people who are ‘taking it’ shouldn’t be asking questions.” Klaus stared up at him, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. Dave winked at him. Klaus closed his eyes and let his head fall back. His hands fisted the sheet and his chest rose and fell heavily as he submitted to the delicious, barely-there caress of Dave’s fingers on his aching hardness.
Dave then changed the rhythm of his fingers. One hand teasing through the scattering of coarse dark hairs, Dave held the base of Klaus’ shaft steady and firm. With the fingers of the other hand still resting just under the head, Dave pinched his fingers together and slowly raked them up over the tip, bringing them together right at the point where a creamy glistening bead was leaking from the slit. Klaus groaned again, fighting the urge to thrust up. Dave repeated the action until Klaus was groaning and panting beneath him, the unfamiliar teasing sensation tortuously delicious, but nowhere near enough.
Letting go briefly, Dave reapplied oil to his hands and rubbed them together, then, palms flat, he brought his hands to either side of Klaus’ shaft and pushed one hand forwards, while dragging the other back, then switched the direction and repeated. Klaus whined. Dave set a slow rhythm as his hands slid over Klaus, the alternating push and pull increasing Klaus’ desire and the throbbing want between his legs.
He then brought his left hand to Klaus’ balls and rolled them. Then, ever so gently, he squeezed, pulling them away from Klaus’ body. His right hand moved back to the head which he covered firmly with his palm and pulled up, slowly twisting his wrist. The gentle pull in opposite directions cause the delicate skin of Klaus’ sac to stretch and sparks of pleasure to shoot through Klaus’ veins. Dave repeated the action, setting a steady rhythm. Klaus’ breath caught and he gripped the sheets tighter, a surge of sweet pleasure radiating from the firm pull of Dave’s hands.
The palm of his right hand still circling the head, Dave let his left hand move under Klaus’ balls and with firm, oil-slick fingers he gently massaged the delicate flesh of Klaus’ perineum.
Klaus grunted; the low push of Dave’s fingers somehow stimulating from the outside that hidden pleasure spot deep within him.
Panting and unable to remain still, Klaus alternated between little abortive thrusts up into Dave’s palm, and grinding down desperately onto the push of his fingers.
“Dave,” he panted. “Dave.”
Dave stared down at him, eyes wide and heart full. He could feel himself growing heavy between his own legs, but he ignored it, focusing instead on wringing every last drop of pleasure from the man before him.
Finally, when Klaus looked like he couldn’t take a second more, Dave took hold of him in his large hand and fisted Klaus’ hardness, pumping up and down with satisfyingly strong, fast pulls. His left hand kept up the firm massage of Klaus’ perineum, indirectly stimulating his sensitive prostate gland.
Klaus keened. After such a slow build, and then the maddeningly teasing touches, just the feeling of Dave’s hand on him there had Klaus moaning loudly. As the pressure and the throbbing tension increased, so did the volume of Klaus’ cries. He gripped the sheets, thrust his hips, screwed up his face and chanted Dave’s name between an inarticulate string of grunts and cries. He was so hard, so desperately, urgently hard. His world narrowed to delicious friction, the slap of skin-on-skin, and Dave… Dave… Dave… He was close, so wonderfully, painfully close. He felt himself rising, drawing closer, teetering on the edge, the firm, rhythmic pull of Dave’s hand urging him on. He caught his breath, his muscles contracted, his balls tightened, and then he was there, and he was cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Gasping and shaking, thick, hot spurts of cum releasing in wave after pulsing wave. Klaus’ mind blanked and everything was throbbing sensation, warm relief and the dull ache of release.
And then he was sinking back down, his body flooded with sweet relief and his mind foggy with bliss. He was vaguely aware of Dave shuffling near him, and then a warm cloth gently wiping over his stomach and his softening length. Then there was Dave’s hand on his face, stroking his thumb over his eyebrow and down his cheek. Klaus cracked his eyes open slightly.
“Davey,” he mumbled thickly, staring up groggily, “How do you want me?”
Dave’s cool lips pressed against his forehead.
“Just like this,” he whispered, pulling the duvet over him. “Tonight is just about you. Just close your eyes and sleep.”
And – limbs heavy and head fuzzy with the afterglow – Klaus did.
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“So,” Klaus said, looking at Dave over the top of his coffee. “Last night. What was with that technique at the end?”
Dave grinned.
They were sitting at their small kitchen table, soft and sleep rumpled. Klaus’ foot rested lightly against Dave’s ankle.
“It’s a full body massage technique I learned,” he yawned, bringing his hand up to ruffle through his adorable bedhead.
Klaus raised his eyebrow and gave him a questioning look. “From where?”
“A video,” Dave said simply.
“Oh right, a video.” Klaus replied smiling. “The how-to-massage-your-boyfriend-off video. I think I saw that on my Facebook feed recently.” Dave snorted. “Davey,” Klaus carried on. “Have you been watching porn without me?” He shot Dave a mock offended look and clasped a hand dramatically to his heart.
“Oh that,” Dave blew out, waving a dismissive hand. “It was nothing, just a bit research, nothing more.” Klaus carried on looking at him, waiting for what he knew was coming. “But…” Dave winked coyly, “I did get myself off after.” Klaus laughed.
“To be fair” Dave added, “it was that evening you all were battling those terrorists in the mineshaft. And I missed you, and wanted to think of something fun we could do when you got home. But then you were tired, so we just made pasta and cuddled on the sofa instead. Came in handy eventually though.”
Klaus smiled over at him, eyes filled with warmth and affection, his body loose and weightless and still humming with the memory of last night. “You know?” he said slowly. “Just when I think there’s no way I could feel any more for you than I already do, I realise I’m wrong, and I can.”
Dave simply stared back into Klaus’ eyes, no answer required. The look they shared was one of pride and respect and deep contentment. It spoke of devotion and aching tenderness and overwhelming joy. They didn’t need any more words. They both just knew.
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