#i did put this under a cut but decided not to

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Casually calling him daddy; Caleb

Word count; 922

Warnings; "daddy" ofc, fluff

Notes; Hope yall enjoy these updated drabbles!! <3

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You and Caleb weren't…well, technically, you weren't dating, but you weren't exactly sure what to call it. Your relationship is the same it's always been.

The usual cuddling, hand-holding, pretending to date to thwart love confessions…

And you were trying to figure out how exactly to push the envelope just a step further.

As you were scrolling through decade old apps, you found a TikTok compilation.

Now, you weren't exactly sure what TikTok was since it was, at least, 20-years old, but you decided to watch the video anyways since you were doom scrolling in bed at Caleb's home.

As you were watching, one trend caught your eye.

It was the aptly named “calling your boyfriend daddy” trend and while you didn't have a boyfriend…you did have Caleb.

You weren't exactly sure what kinks Caleb had, but whether his reaction was sexual, disgust, or whatever it may be, you wanted to see. So, with that thought in mind, you get up and call your OTTO into the room.

“Hello, master, what do you need help with today? Do you need breakfast? Master Caleb left two hours, thirty-five minutes, and 40 seconds ago to go to work. He won't be home until–”

“Thank you so much for that, OTTO, but I needed something else.” You quickly cut the circular robot off, feeling a bit bad for doing so, but you doubt its feelings would be hurt. “Whenever Caleb gets home and we start cooking, can you switch to your recording mode?”

“I can do that. Any video saved will go straight to Master Caleb's phone.” The bot says as it flies around your head and you shrug, “That's fine with me. Let me know when he gets home!”

Now, you just need to figure out how you'll seamlessly bring the word up in conversation with Caleb…

“He's home! He's home!” OTTO shouts, almost excitedly, as it speeds around the house similarly to an overexcited dog. Though, its warning was a tad too late as Caleb steps in the door while the bot is excitedly yelling.

“You missed me so much, you got OTTO to tell ya when I get home?” He laughs as he takes his Colonel hat off, setting it on the coffee table.

“Maybe…” you grab his hat, putting it on as you shove him toward his room. “Go get changed, I'm hungry.”

“Alright, alright. Geez, no need to be in such a hurry, pipsqueak.” He holds his hands up, allowing you to push him.

After he's changed, he joins you in the kitchen with OTTO flying steadily around the room.

“Did you tell OTTO to do something? It's acting realllly strange.” Caleb's eyes narrow as he shuts the rice cooker. “Nope, maybe it's broken.” You shrug, continuing to peel an apple.

You decided to make an apple smoothie for both you and Caleb, almost completely forgetting about your earlier plan. “Oh right…” you murmur under your breath.

How were you going to bring it up…

“What're you thinking about, pipsqueak?” Caleb rests an arm on your shoulder as he pokes the skin between your eyebrows. “What's got you furrowing your brows?”

“Well da– I mean, hmm…” you're honestly feeling a bit frustrated, but also embarrassed that you can't find a way to naturally insert this word into the conversation.

How come he can do it so easily when calling you pipsqueak?

Caleb raises a brow, leaning more into your view. “What did you say?”

“Ah, it's nothing.” You shove at his chest with a small laugh. “Give me some space, Caleb. You know I'm holding a knife, right?”

But as soon as you say this, you feel an odd pressure on your wrist. Your hand lets go of the knife and it clatters on the marble countertop.

“Caleb– ?”

He turns your body to face him, your back against the counter as he tilts his head to the side.

“Go on.”

“I wasn't going to say anything, seriously!” You can't help but laugh, turning your head to look away from him.

He didn't know exactly what you were going to say from just a few letters…right?

He grabs your chin, turning your head to face him. “Don't look away from me.” He jerks his chin up as he looks down at you. “Go ahead, say what you were going to say. I'm waiting.”

Embarrassment along with…something else was boiling in the pit of your stomach and you let out a low, panicked whine, lightly stomping your foot.

Suddenly, you felt like you couldn't say anything. So tongued that you just kept your mouth shut.

A sharp laugh escapes Caleb and his grip tightens around your chin. “Alright, brat. You really don't want to say it?” He hums, eyes flitting from yours to your lips. “Then I guess that means…no braised chicken tonight?”

“Huh–” you owlishly blink at him, before finally coming back to life. “That's not fair–!”

“Then…Say. It.” Caleb clicks his tongue, slowly leaning forward so his forehead rests against yours.

“I…ugh.” You sigh, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “I'm sorry…daddy.”

“Good girl.” He hums with a content smile, dipping his head down to lightly peck your lips before suddenly, he's gone. “Now get back to your smoothie.”

Your face was red as you stared at his back. How the hell was he so unphased!?

That's so unfair.

But as you puff out your cheeks in annoyance, you notice how one of his hands is balled up into a fist and his ears are a pretty shade of red.

Casually calling them "daddy" LADS

Word count; 1,913

Themes; slightly barely there suggestive content, fluff, established relationship

Warnings; mention of "daddy" ofc, fluff

Notes; So these turned out more fluffy than I originally intended...honestly, thought they'd be more smutty, but I've learnt that it's really difficult for me to write smut. Or at least, smut with little to no context before it all goes down. I might eventually write some smuttier drabbles, but regardless of smut, I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote!

You saw that there was an old trend about calling your boyfriend “daddy” and videoing their reaction so, obviously, you wanted to give it a try…

Xavier 

It's been almost a year since you and Xavier started dating– and it was a wonderful eleven months! He told you everything about himself. What his future with you was like, all of his feelings throughout the centuries, and you listened. You wholeheartedly believed him, because it would be one hell of a lie if it wasn't true…and you didn't think Xavier had the time or energy to come up with a complex lie like that. 

But even if you now know, time moves on. There's not much you can do about your future self, so you can't really change the future in that way though…Xavier's here now, in the past, and that's all that matters to you. 

Anyway, today was just a normal day as any. 

You were sitting at the counter, keeping a close eye on Xavier– who was attempting to follow, yet another, cooking tutorial. The man was desperate to cook a decent meal for you. His heart dead set on making you something edible for your upcoming year anniversary…and while that was cute, you also wanted to mess with him. 

You push your cup just out of your reach and make a big show of trying to reach for it, before sighing loudly. 

“Daddy, can you pass me my drink please?” 

You can hear the clang of a spatula hitting the floor and you watch Xavier’s body comically whip around to face you. 

“What?” His head cocks to the side as his wide eyes were set on your face. “Say that again..”

“Hmm? I said ‘Xav, can you pass me my drink, please’.” You copy his head tilt and he quickly shakes his head.

 “No, no you didn't.” He takes a few steps toward you before grabbing your hand in-between both of his. “Say it again.” 

You couldn't resist his sweet puppy dog eyes, so you hold back a smile as you meet his eyes. “I...called you daddy.” 

“Really?” He seems unusually excited. “So are we…?” His gaze lowers to your stomach and you can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips. 

Gosh, he was so cute. 

“Baby– no, no. We're not pregnant.” You run your fingers through his hair with a smile on your lips. “Are...you disappointed?” 

“Mmh..” Xavier hums thoughtfully for a moment before he shakes his head. “No. We can just make it a reality later. No need to rush.” 

Zayne 

You and Zayne have only been dating for six months, but it felt like much longer. Having known each other since you were little, you both had always been close– well, your definition of close and his were probably different. You always thought of him as a friend while he tried to keep a distance and thought you hated him. But time brought you both back together with him as your primary care physician. 

The two of you had been flirting up until his birthday and finally made it official once he blew his candles out on the cake you made for him. It was a sweet time, but that was six months ago. 

Now, though, you really want to fluster the man. 

He always embarrasses you and makes you feel nervous, but you never get to see him that way. Sure, his ears will turn red and sometimes he won't meet your eyes when you get too intense with him, but you've never seen him absolutely shocked. And you just wanted to see one look of surprise from him. 

So, what did you decide to do? 

You decided to casually call him "daddy” as a joke.

That should definitely go over well. 

Zayne is seated behind his desk at the hospital, sorting through papers as you longue on his sofa. Your eyes continuously glancing toward the windows to make sure the door was shut and the blinds were closed. 

“If you keep staring at the door, you just might burn a hole through it.” Zayne says, though he didn't even look up from his paperwork. He was attentive like that and probably already knew you wanted something or you were ready to go home. And he was right. 

“When are we going home…daddy?” You ask as you kick your feet in the air behind you. You were on your stomach, resting your cheek against your arms as you watched his expression…which didn't change at all. 

"Just give me a few more minutes, angel, and I'll be done.” Zayne pushes his glasses up with his index finger and clicks his pen, jotting down a few notes. 

“I–” You puff your cheeks out with a small sigh and decide to keep going with it. “I want to go home now, daddy.”

“Didn't I just tell you to be patient?” Now Zayne finally looks up at you with one of his brows raised. “I'll deal with you when we get home.” 

Rafayel 

It's been four months since Rafayel asked you out. Four months since you tugged Rafayel down into the bath with you, which set off a chain reaction of a steamy night, followed by him asking you out the next morning; he also complained that you both went out of order, but he wasn’t too upset when you continued where you left off…

Now, though, you moved out of your apartment and to Rafayel's home, ‘Mo Art Studio’ at Whitesand Bay. 

It was definitely odd at first, but it was a good change of pace. Always being by the ocean, able to take your morning walks together on the beach and collect seashells. You had a whole collection on your desk at work. He'd always give you the most unique and prettiest shells, saying “only the best for his cutie”. 

He was also so easy to fluster. 

You immediately knew you had him wrapped around your finger every time his ears would turn red. That same crimson slowly made its way from his ears to his cheeks, all the way to his whole face. So you assumed your little ‘prank’ would also have the same effect. 

You were sitting on a beach towel in the sand with an umbrella blocking your eyes from the bright sun. In front of you was Rafayel, painting your visage, with an easel. His hand deftly moves across the canvas as he sketches the outline for his new painting. 

Lately, you are the only thing he can paint. Always asking you to stop what you're doing so he can run and get his sketch pad. You could be doing something so normal and mundane, but he'd be struck with the inspiration to record your very image. 

As much as you loved it and thought this was very sweet, after almost two weeks of this…You wanted some form of payback. 

“Hey, daddy, can we take a break for a second? It’s really hot out here.” You squint your eyes to try and see Rafayel's face, your hand fanning at your body because you, seriously, are hot out here. 

“Huh?” 

It's like Rafayel is frozen in time, or buffering. He's just blankly staring at you with a confused expression on his face until his pencil drops into the sand. That's when he quickly stands up  and makes his way toward you. 

“Again.” 

Now, it's your turn to be confused. 

“Raf, what–” 

“Not that, say the other word again.” His ears were red as he crouched down in front of you, a look of determination in his eyes. 

“No– you're making it weird!” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to put some distance between him as your face turns red. 

“Please, I really need to hear you say it again! I'm seriously going to die if you don't.” There's your overdramatic fishy. 

“Fine, but just this once.” You grumble, turning your head to look away from him. “Daddy…” Though you say it as low as you can and Rafayel groans, tilting his head back. 

“Louder.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Come on, cutie. If you don't…I might want to change that to my new nickname.”

Sylus

It's been about…a year? Yes, definitely a year since you and Sylus started dating. Well, you both have differing opinions on when exactly you started dating. Sylus claims it was the moment he laid eyes on you in the N109 Zone, while you claim it was only about six months ago– which is when you and Sylus made a bet. 

It was a bet where if he came back safely from his mission, he'd leave you alone. He wouldn't bother you anymore, wouldn't talk to you, contact you, anything of the sort…and you won, but you didn't realize he'd actually do it. So whenever you seeked him out to make sure he was safe, and he ignored you, you realized that maybe you did want him in your life. 

This led to you running across the street to him and jumping into his arms like this was a hallmark movie, and you claim this was when you officially started dating Sylus.

But between us, you just agree with Sylus when he says a year, because if you don't, he'll pout for the whole day. 

...And today was one of those ‘pouty Sylus’ days. 

You went on a mission that was probably way too dangerous, even though you told Sylus you were going to slow down on your Hunter's work. But you couldn't just ignore endangered civilians. If any of them would have died, that would've been too much for your sympathetic heart to handle. 

And even if Sylus understands your reasoning, he's still upset that you left without telling him– having woken up to a cold bed without you by his side sent him spiraling into a panic. 

So, when you got home, you noticed he was sulking in the kitchen as he made dinner. 

“Sy…” You take your shoes off by the door, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you tentatively walk into the kitchen. Standing behind the counter, you sigh, “I'm reeaally sorry...” 

“If you're reeaaally sorry, then help me make our dinner.” He says, not looking up at you and that doesn't make you feel any better. 

“Okay..” You finally step past the counter and you look around. “So…what do you need?” You were trying to figure out something– anything that could make Sylus feel better when a thought comes to your mind. 

Most guys probably like it when their girlfriend calls them daddy…right? 

“In the cabinet, top shelf. I need a bottle of garlic powder.” 

Okay, you got this. 

You take a deep breath and open the cabinet, straining your arm to try and reach the seasoning bottle, but your fingertips barely brush it and knock it over. “Shit…” You swallow back your nervousness before continuing, “Daddy, can you grab it for me?” 

The room fills with silence for a moment, but then you hear Sylus chuckle. 

“Sure, kitten.” 

Your back suddenly feels warm as a firm chest presses against it and Sylus reaches up from behind you to grab the bottle. 

“I ask you to do one simple thing and you can't even do that.�� Sylus chides, clicking his tongue as he pops the bottle open to pour some into the pan on the stove. 

“Da–”

“If you think a few empty words will make me feel better, kitten…you've got to try a lot harder than that.” 

I'd like to say, this is definitely one of my better drabbles– one of my favorites, in fact!

I have like...six more ideas for drabbles and then I'll need to come up with some more. Like these new cards and Rafayel's student photoshoot event really had me thinking of how seriously the LADS men would take roleplaying– and that spawned a whole different drabble idea, so you can definitely look forward to that!

I'm trying to come up with new ways to do my drabbles, so that's why I did a little prelude before I started writing for the guys. Please let me know any feedback yall have for me! Especially with the coloured dialogue, I'm not too sure if I like it, but it seems really pretty and probably makes it easier to tell who is talking apart. (I won't use it for my fic though, only the drabbles!)

Anyway, I have a small personal project I'm working on this weekend so I probably won't be able to write any chapters for my 'Divisa' fic, but I'm still going to post chapter nineteen of 'Twist of Fate' and try to write at least two more chapters since I'm only on twenty-three or so.

I hope you all enjoyed these drabbles and I hope yall have a great night/day! 🩷

[ahappydnp]

so sorry but ive seen two different things about this now and im very lost, why did people think they were breaking up/broke up in 2012??? pls help me understand, wise keeper of the lore. thank u so much

response under the cut for general 2012 discussion/too long

basically 2012/2013 used to get (and sometimes still is) generalized as this dark and awful time period where dnp "hated" each other and us, when in actuality it was two very young very scared closeted queer people who were in the process of several major life changes at once while also dealing with a new exploding fan base

there's a few big things from that "era" that people talk about:

deleting old posts- around this era dnp deleted a ton of old tweets/formsprings/dailybooths that could read as them being in a relationship. they were blowing up online and had more eyes on them than ever before, not to mention had just starting working with the BBC (where being queer would have greatly affected their careers). also keep in mind dan was still in the closet to EVERYONE, and now he's got tons of fans going through his accounts and sending shit to HIS LITTLE BROTHER on tumblr asking if dan's gay. anyway people decided them deleting early tweets meant they had broken up

dan's customerservice tumblr blog- in the middle of them blowing up and people finding all these old posts, dan in an effort to control the narrative, makes a new blog for people to anonymously ask him questions (: which went about as well as you can imagine for an extremely defensive closeted 20 year old with undiagnosed depression. basically he said some unfortunately things out of fear

the video leaked again- won't get too much into that because of the subject matter, but the yeah the video leaked for the second time except this time way more people saw it/shared it and dnp actually had to respond to it this time. which is. just fucking awful and heartbreaking all around.

phil persona- basically this was the birth of the amazingphil persona that'd follow phil to the quiff era. he became more sanitized and less personable than original phil fans were used to (which got romanticized into uwu he's sad because he and dan broke up and now he's shutting down)

"no homo"- pretty self explanatory...people asked if they were gay (every single day constantly on every platform) and they would say no because what else are they going to say. this one particular vyou where dan's actually trying to make people think kills me (x) god he was so young. but they'd also started doing the "omg i don't want to see you naked/ew people want us to kiss" and the infamous "you need a girlfriend" "my future wife" etc etc.

the breakup rumors mostly stemmed from and became popular/ treated as fact by younger fans who kind of saw them as these fictionalized characters (which i mean not to blame them because they were literal children and youtubers were still so new that people did treat them like tv show characters you could be friends with). it also got turned into more sinister theories like the "dan is abusing phil" ones and "phil is actually gay but dan isn't and just used phil for attention and fame in 2009"

there was also factors like them moving to london in 2012 (and people were CONVINCED they'd stop being friends in london??), people thinking them getting popular would mean they'd get girlfriends like other popular youtubers (shoutout danrific shippers), and most importantly just them sharing less about their personal lives with their audience. like of course they're not going to live tweet their day/location anymore when people are showing up at their house and trying to find their families.

basically, dnp were putting boundaries between themselves and their fans, but the fans interpreted it as putting distance between each other. in actuality the 2012/2013 era was full of some really amazing memories and content and things people loved (literally the photobooth challenge is from 2013!! sleeping phil saying i hate you is from 2012!!!)

in conclusion, imagine building a forever home with your ex lmao

[rhiannonsknife]

could I put in a request for Lucy MacLean x Wasteland!reader? you both find shelter and you usually take first watch because you’re used to staying up late. Except Lucy has a habit of making your job harder than it has to be because she just starts yapping and won’t go to sleep right away. Take yesterday night for example, you underestimated her ability to run out of things to talk to you about and you lost about 2-3 hours of sleep because of it. Tonight, Lucy’s about 15 minutes into her yap session when you randomly ask her if she wants to have sex, she’s delighted at the idea and agrees. You wanna tire this woman out, what’s a more efficient method than giving her a few orgasms? (maybe even include this being Lucy’s first time being eaten out?)

── GUILTY PLEASURE

— summary: lucy won’t stop talking.

— warnings: kind of inexperienced!lucy. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni. this took me a month to edit but here we are.

the shelter you’d stumbled upon earlier isn’t much. it’s hardly anything at all: half a roof, crumbling walls, and a faint musty smell.

still, it seemed better than sleeping under the open sky where god knows what could catch you off guard. so, you decide to settle yourself near the door, leaning against the wall with your weapon in easy reach. first watch, as always.

and, as always, lucy is making it harder than it needs to be.

she’s sprawled on her bedroll a few feet away, her head propped on her pack like a makeshift pillow. the dim glow of the dying embers between you throws flickering shadows across her face, as she talks.

“-and, i mean, who even puts that much trust in a filtration system, you know?” she says, her tone exasperated. “it’s like, sure, the overseers say it’ll last forever, but what happens when the pipes get clogged? no backup system, no-“

you pinch the bridge of your nose, cutting her off before she can spiral any further into whatever story she’s telling you from her life in vault 33. “lucy-“

“what?”

“i thought we agreed you’d try to sleep during my watch!”

“we did,” she says, shifting to rest on her elbows now . never a good sign. “but you’re awake anyway, so it’s not like i’m interrupting anything. besides, you’re terrible at keeping yourself entertained. i’m doing you a favor!”

you give her a flat look. “i don’t need ‘to be entertained’. i need quiet!”

lucy scoffs. “quiet seems overrated. besides, what if something sneaks up on you? you’ll want me awake to watch your back.”

“that’s literally my job right now,” you deadpan, gesturing toward what once was a door.

“okay, fair,” she says with a shrug. “but what if you fall asleep? then we’re both screwed!”

you let your head fall back against the wall with a soft thud, staring at the cracked ceiling. “lucy, if i fall asleep, it’ll be because you spent all night talking about pipes and filtration systems instead of letting me do my job and i’ve bored myself to death!”

“i’m just saying, vault-tec could’ve planned better” lucy goes on after a short pause, like you’ve never asked her to stop at all. “like, one person on maintenance for an entire level? no wonder the water tasted weird that day!”

this has been your dynamic ever since you met her: lucy talking your ear off, filling the silence with anything and everything that comes to her mind.

“do you ever stop?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at her.

“not really,” lucy says, grinning. “another thing,” she leans forward slightly. “i get why you’re all about this ‘quiet’ thing, but maybe you’d actually enjoy these little watch shifts if you talked more. or, you know, let me help you stay awake!”

you scoff. “help me stay awake?”

“yeah,” she says. “like conversations, or games, or- i don’t know, literally anything but sitting there staring into the darkness like some broody protagonist in a bad holotape!”

“you’re unbelievable.” you laugh, despite yourself.

she beams, triumphant, and leans back again, her hands clasped behind her head. “you’re welcome.”

the wasteland beyond the door feels vast and empty, the moonlight barely illuminating the cracked ground and jagged ruins. you focus on the shadows, your grip tightening slightly on your rifle. lucy’s voice continues behind you, her words blending into the ambient hum of the night.

another ten minutes of this pass, your patience wearing thinner with every syllable; your initial plan to just wait for her to get sleepy doesn’t seem to be working.

“if i had been in charge of the vault party planning committee, there’s no way they would’ve run out that fast” she’s currently recalling. “it’s simple logistics. one crate for every-“

“lucy,” you interject, your voice flat.

“what?”

“are you ever going to go to sleep?”

“eventually,” she says with a shrug. “it’s not like i’m bothering you, right?”

you sigh, defeated. “you are absolutely bothering me,”

she ignores that completely, her tone turning thoughtful. “it’s kinda nice, though, isn’t it? i talk, you listen, we bond. i mean, sure, you don’t say much, but that’s probably because you’re so fascinated by what i have to say-“

“lucy…”

“-which i get! not everyone grew up in a vault, so my perspective is pretty-“

“lucy!”

she finally pauses. “yes?”

you turn fully, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you cross your arms. “do you want to have sex?”

the words hang in the air for a beat, and for once, lucy falls completely silent. you watch as her face cycles through surprise, confusion, and delight in rapid succession.

“wait, what?” she asks, already sitting up. “do i- are you serious?”

you shrug, trying to look nonchalant despite the heat creeping up your neck. “you’re not gonna sleep, and you’re definitely not gonna let me do my thing. i figure if i wear you out, i might actually get some peace and quiet tonight,”

lucy blinks at you, and then, once you’re fairly sure she will turn the insane offer down, she grins.

you‘ve thought about it before. not about sex, necessarily, but tamer things: you found yourself staring at lucy in the rare moments when she wasn’t chatting away, eyes studying her features whenever she hadn’t been looking your way. you thought about kissing her, too, about her body against yours and-

well, perhaps you had thought about sex with her.

you never figured out what vault dwellers like her learned about sex down there. only that, presumably, she does seem to know what you’re on about, judging by her enthusiasm.

“this is the best thing you’ve suggested so far,” she says, already tossing aside her blanket and crossing the small room to stand beside you.

lucy lingers above you for a moment, her eyes scanning over you as if weighing her next move. she takes her time. when she finally lowers herself into your lap, it’s with purpose, every movement measured. her weight presses into your thighs, grounding you in place, while her palms rest on your shoulders. lucy’s thumbs gently trace circles on your skin through your clothes as her eyes search yours.

to your surprise, you are the first to falter under her gaze, something lucy so clearly relishes. a satisfied glint flickers in her eyes just before her hands glide up, fingers curling around your jaw as she cups your face. without warning, she tilts your head back, guiding your gaze to hers again, brushing absently over the corner of your lips.

“don’t look away now,” she murmurs, a teasing rasp, her breath ghosting over your skin.

her thumb and forefinger catch your chin, holding it firmly as she hovers there, close, her lips parting ever so slightly as if to speak.

just when you think you can’t stand it any longer, lucy finally leans in.

her lips meet yours, soft at first, almost tentative, like she's waiting for some kind of reaction. she grazes the sides of your face, memorizing the feel of you beneath her touch. the kiss deepens quickly, the tension from earlier bleeding away into something much softer, more urgent.

her confidence only falters when she first tries to grind down against your pelvis, searching for a friction you cannot provide. you’re not sure what she had expected, or if she’s moving on instinct, but this is when it seems to sink in that lucy is in no position to fully take the lead here.

“are you a virgin?” you blurt at her puzzled expression.

“no!” lucy says, shaking her head. “no, it’s not- i got married remember…?” she grimaces, recalling the events that had followed her rather short lived ‘marriage’ in vault 33.

“okay, so…” you start. “what’s going on here, then?”

“i-” her gaze flicks between you and some point over your shoulder. her cheeks flush. “i just- well, you know, it’s not that different, right?”

“lucy…” your voice softens, even as you fight back a laugh. “do you actually know what you’re doing?”

“yes!” she says immediately, too quickly. then she hesitates. “well…sort of?”

you give her a look, and her face crumples into a sheepish grimace.“okay, fine, no,” lucy admits, throwing her hands up in defeat. “but i wasn’t going to say that out loud! i thought i could just…figure it out as we went.”

you sigh, though there’s no real annoyance in it. “you’ve been with someone before. why didn’t you-”

“because it’s different!” she interrupts, her voice rising again. “i mean, for one thing, he wasn’t…” she waves her hand vaguely in your direction, her words trailing off like she’s afraid to finish the thought.

“a woman?” you supply.

“yes, exactly,” lucy nods. then, as if to clarify: “not that that’s bad! it’s just- i don’t really know what i’m supposed to- how i’m supposed to…” her voice fades again, and she presses her lips together, clearly frustrated with herself.

“lucy,” you say gently, drawing her attention back to you. “it’s not something you’re supposed to just know. especially if…” you pause, hesitant to touch on something that might sting. “especially if it wasn’t…encouraged where you grew up,”

she frowns, her brows pulling together. “yeah, well, vault 33 wasn’t exactly a…bastion of sexual enlightenment! marriage, reproduction, carrying on the bloodline…i suppose it was always about the next generation, never about- this!”

lucy sighs.

“and, look,” her words come in a rush now, like she’s determined to explain everything before you can judge her. “it’s not like i have a problem with it! i mean, clearly, i don’t, because we’re, uh, doing…whatever this is. i just…i guess i thought it’d be easier to figure out!”

you reach up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. all your previous annoyance has melted away, replaced by a need to show her that this -sex- could be about so much more than just reproduction. “you don’t have to figure it out all at once, you know. we’ve got time!”

lucy’s gaze meets yours, hesitant but hopeful. “we do?”

“yeah,” you say softly, your fingers lingering against her cheek. “you don’t have to take the lead here, either. just…trust me, okay?”

“okay,” she says quietly. “okay, i trust you,”

“good,” you lean up, brushing your lips against hers, slow and careful. her shoulders relax immediately, and when she kisses you back, it’s sweeter than before: less frantic, more curious, like she’s letting herself feel everything for the first time.

you kiss her slowly at first, moving your lips in sync with lucy’s. she’s following your lead now, letting you set the pace of your mouths. she still seems as eager though, and when she starts moving her hips again, you’re prepared:

instead of your pelvis, you maneuver her so that she’s grinding on your thigh, finally giving her access to the friction she’d been searching for.

“o-oh-“ lucy mewls softly, her head lulling back as she ruts against you for a little while. you can feel the warmth radiating from between her legs already, damp through the fabric of her suit.

taking it off will be a risk, of course: stripping naked would make a quick escape damn near impossible. but you decide that, as you feel her arousal drag over your leg, lucy maclean is worth every risky decision that might come with it.

so, as she moves against you, as high-pitched moans start spilling from her throat, you reach for the zipper of the blue suit. it parts smoothly, the soft scraping of the interlocking metal echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

you look up at lucy, only vaguely aware of the white bralette that comes into view now that you’re unzipping her clothes.

you don’t want to make her uncomfortable by blatantly staring but the skin that’s revealed to you makes it impossibly hard. so, instead, you choose another way to show off your appreciation: without tearing your eyes from hers, you lean in and press your mouth to the flesh between her collarbones, then move lower.

lucy gasps, her lips parted and her brows slightly furrowed. it’s her who peels the sleeves of her jumpsuit from her arms, who lets it pool by her hips and reaches for you all over again. who urges you closer by the back of your head with one hand, while the other grabs the hem of her underwear.

“wow,” you gasp, dumbfounded when lucy -your lucy- tugs the bra upwards enough to free her bare chest from the restrictive fabric. she smiles, shyly, and tilts her head.

her nails sink into your shoulder the second your mouth closes around her nipple; she’s responsive there, more than you ever were, more than you thought she’d be. so responsive that lucy starts moving her hips more frantic when you roll her other nipple between your index and thumb.

and still…”more,” she whines softly, greedily, dragging her soaked center across your flexed muscle. “i want you to touch me,” she breathes. “please”

you trail slow, open mouthed kisses down her torso, your hands gliding over the curve of her back. you press lower, as far as you can reach, until your neck twists at an almost painful angle and lucy's hand finds the back of your head, cradling it gently.

that’s when you shift, moving her body so she’s leaning against the wall and you’re positioned between her spread legs.

lucy watches you through curious eyes, studying your every move as you get to kiss down her body more comfortably. you hold the eye contact, despite the need to stare at her chest (her nipples still hard and wet with your spit) until you have to pull the zipper lower and peel the fabric from her legs.

you slide it off and tuck it beneath her, allowing lucy to rest on it rather than the dirty floor, leaving her in a pair of panties matching the white bralette.

lucy’s body shudders as you kiss back up the expanse of her legs, the muscles in her thighs tensing. obviously, you don’t stop there: you crawl up further and further until you’re almost at the apex, reaching for the waistline of the underwear and-

her legs clamp together suddenly, forcing you back.

“what-“ lucy stammers, unsure. “what are you doing?”

“i was gonna-“ you lick your lips, dropping your hands to her hips. of course lucy has no idea what you were going to do. “can i-“ you consider your words, unsure how to explain it so she’ll understand. “-put my mouth there?”

lucy’s eyes widen. “you want to-”

“please,” you whisper. “please, can i eat you out?”

lucy -her own want betraying her- whines, her hips jerking towards your mouth. from here, between her legs, you can see the wet patch of arousal that has soaked through her underwear.

“okay,” she pants, nodding frantically. “okay, yes. please!”

immediately, you reach out, hook your fingers underneath them and pull the panties down her thighs. you take your time making sure to securely place them in one of the suit’s pockets so they won’t get dirty, before finally turning your gaze back to lucy, who’s waiting in anticipation.

she lets you take in the sight with a nervous look on her face, biting the side of her index.

your fingertips absentmindedly trace the skin, watching the way lucy’s body parts for you. she is beautiful, endlessly beautiful, glistening with arousal, and framed by coarse hair.

“i’m sorry, i should’ve-“ she begins, but you immediately hush her.

“you’re beautiful,”

lucy inhales breathlessly, her fingers forming a v-shape and spreading herself open for you to see.

“fuck-“ you mutter under your breath. lucy’s clit is throbbing.

slowly, you make your way up her thigh. in response, lucy buries her fingers in your hair, sighs softly as she invites you in, and spreads her legs wider.

you nudge her skin with your nose, nipping on the tender flesh.

the first time you put your mouth on lucy, her legs close around your head. her jaw goes slack and her brows furrow in concentration, adjusting to the new sensation.

you start with featherlight kisses to her swollen clit, each making her buck her hips against your face.

“o-oh!” lucy stammers from above, looking almost confused, surprised by how good your lips feel as they brush over her. “that feels so good,” she breathes finally, her body rolling down against your tongue.

“yeah?” you murmur, soothingly wrapping your arms around her thighs to hold her open as you circle her clit with the tip of your tongue.

“mhm,” lucy nods, but it comes out more like a whine at a particular good press of your lips. just as lucy buries her fingers in your hair, seemingly wanting to push you closer, you push her apart and lick a broad stroke right through her, getting your first actual taste.

instinctively, your eyes roll back, the lewd moan that rips from your throat drowned out by her skin.

“g-god-“ she stutters. “that’s- ah- good.”

unbeknownst to lucy, the sweet praise goes straight to your center. if you had a pillow, or anything useful around, you’d shove it between your legs and grind on it while you eat her out.

but, regardless of your own lack of relief, her words encourage you to lick deeper, to move faster inside of her and show her all that she’s been missing out on. you alternate between fucking your tongue into her, and wrapping your lips around her clit to suck on it, all while lucy pulls your closer, guiding your tongue to where she needs it the most.

you gladly let her, ignoring the occasional sting of your scalp at sharper tugs.

for a while, you eat lucy out like that, getting lost in each of her desperate attempts to stifle her sighs and her taste in your mouth. her words have morphed into muffled babbles above you, incoherent sounds of pleasure.

it doesn’t take long at all until she is getting closer: her head has lulled back against her bag, her moans come out more ragged and breathless, and the leg she has thrown over your shoulder trembles with tension as she pushes her heel down on your spine to urge you closer.

instead of teasing lucy, you go right for it.

your lips close around her clit again, just as two of your fingers sink into her. squirming above you, lucy mindlessly grinds her hips to your face, aching for that release. she chants little ‘ah, ah, ah’ sounds, her cunt tightening around your fingers so much it’s hard for you to thrust them in and out of her.

both your nose and your chin are covered in lucy’s wetness, glistening in the dimly lit space as her hands curl to fists in your hair.

“i feel…” she begins, trailing off. you’re not sure she knows what she’s feeling. or maybe she’s in disbelief because you only have your hands and mouth to use on her and still it’s enough.

either way, you encourage her, putting your thumb in place of your lips, rubbing her clit with the wet pad of your finger to keep her on the edge. “that’s it,” you mumble.

lucy chokes on her noise of approval and just nods her head instead. “yes,” she whispers, over and over, like a prayer. “yes, yes, yes! i’m gonna-“

that’s all of a warning you get before her whole body tenses. her lips are parted in a silent scream, her hips jerk forward once more before it all comes crashing down on lucy. the sound she makes is somewhat between a cry and a moan of your name and she arches her back from the ground when she cums.

you manage to tear your gaze away from her convulsing cunt to catch a glimpse of her, so lost in the haze of her pleasure: lucy’s eyes are shut tightly, her head thrown back so much that the entire expanse of her neck is on display for you.

her walls tighten around your fingers, trying to suck you in deeper, to keep you in place while she trembles with the force of the orgasm she’s riding out on you.

only when her body has stopped shaking, you lean back, not wanting to push her too far. she’s already given you more than enough.

“phew,” lucy says once she’s caught her breath. it’s so ridiculously lucy you have to bite back a laugh. “is it- is it always like this?” she asks by the time you’ve crawled back up her body and slumped down by her side.

you reach for her, not even thinking about it properly until you’re already cradling her face, your thumb grazing over her jaw soothingly. lucy doesn’t seem to mind.

“no,” you manage quietly, taking in her features in the dark. “no, it’s never been like this.”

luct turns her head to look at you, her expression open. she’s still flushed, her hair mussed, her lips kiss-swollen, and she’s smiling.

“i liked it,” she says, voice hushed. then, as if realizing how simple that sounds, she rushes to clarify: “not just because of- well, you know…but because it was you!”

you swallow hard, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. “yeah?”

lucy nods, shifting so she’s curled against your side, her fingers idly tracing patterns against your arm. “yeah.” a beat passes, then: “i think i wanna do that again. like…a lot.”

you laugh outright at that, tilting your head to press a kiss to her temple. “you really are something else, maclean.”

she hums, pleased, before shifting closer, tucking herself against you like she belongs there. you don’t realize how quiet it’s gotten until lucy is fast asleep in your arms.

[beesgobzzzing]

From https://www.sverigesradio.se/avsnitt/hooja-kaarija-om-tanken-pa-att-tavla-i-eurovision

Translation / Transcript under the cut. This interview was really nice, I highly suggest you give it a listen even if you don't speak Swedish!

Hooja and Käärijä about the thought of competing in Eurovision

Interviewer (Carolina): What an exciting collaboration! Hooja together with Käärijä. [In English] I didn't see this one coming, I can tell you that. And I will start in Swedish, with you, Hooja. [In Swedish] How in the world did this end up happening?

Hooja: We're not as different as you could think. We've been saying that both of us are crazy, we definitely saw that in the studio when we met, because we had so unbelievably much fun when writing this song. So we… we really fit well together, both personalities and musically. Writing this song was a LOT of fun.

Carolina: Yeah, because… I mean… but HOW did you meet from the start so that this ended up happening?

Mårdis: At first we had been tittle-tattling in our camp about how it would be fun, because we see a lot of similarities in each other despite also being so dissimilar. And then they apparently had also been talking in THEIR camp as well, so it sort of came up in a roundabout way AGAIN that "he wants to make something with you". So we decided that we'll go down and do this, and we met up, and we had fun, and there was no pressure, no idea was bad, we were there for two days and just laughed. And that's what happens when you have fun, too, you make music from that, and that's how we got San Francisco Boy, our lovely child that we have together. [In English, to K] San Francisco Boy is our child that we have together.

Käärijä: Yes!

Carolina: A love child.

Käärijä: YES!! (Laughter)

Carolina: So, Käärijä, I must ask you, have you seen them without their masks?

Käärijä: Maybe I see more than only face…

Carolina: In the sauna..?

Käärijä: Maybe… (Even more laughter and something unintelligible about a mask)

Carolina: But it's so nice to see, because they just said, in Swedish, that when they were in the studio, they laughed so much. Was it the same for you?

Käärijä: Yes, yes. And, uh, I remember, first time, because you start to make like, the beats, and you played that song in Finland, to me, and I'm "uh, ok, this is… this is very funny and crazy and I feel good" when the boys played the song. And uh, then we start to try and do something and we get the song San Francisco Boy. And, uh… very, very good times and we get a lot of fun.

Carolina: [In Swedish] And the funny part is, San Francisco Boy, is in Swedish and English, but I'm thinking this - We have northern Sweden, we have Finland, and we end up with San Francisco Boy. (Laughter) Is there any hidden meaning with this?

Hooja: Why not? [In English] Why not? (Laughter) [In Swedish] We don't like doing the most obvious thing.

Carolina: No, no.

Hooja: No.

Carolina: But there is no hidden meaning in the song?

Hooja: No, I don't really think there is. What do you think? (To K and Mårdis)

Mårdis: If there's a message in the song, this is what we said when we started with the song - Disco Boy, San Francisco Boy, whatever you want to be, if you want to be Orange Boy or Finland Boy then you're allowed to be that. That was a thing that we really agree upon, that… It sounds cliche, you know, "you can be who you want to be", but we really think that. For real. And it's important to us. And that we could put that into a funny song, that just sort of happened, and it's nice.

Carolina: And now you're here at Melodifestivalen, and get a taste of… wait, get a feeling of what it's like being here. Have you considered Hooja in Melodifestivalen?

Hooja: Well… Never say never, we've gotten the question a few times and we've said no then, but you never know what the future holds! You don't want to say too much, you need to.. you need to watch your words.

Carolina: [In English] Käärijä help me here, I'm trying persuade them to do the Swedish Melodifestivalen.

Käärijä: I think the boys have to make öööh, to use what they want to do. Maybe… Maybe some day. For me, why I tried to go to Eurovision in 2023, we made the song Cha Cha Cha, and it's like the first demo, and I'm thinking, "okay, this is more than just only song, we can do something bigger" and one way how we can do something bigger, um, we can go to Eurovision, and uh, I watching a lot of Eurovision when I was young.

Mårdis: And if we want to go to Eurovision one day, we are very happy to have a Eurovision veteran with us, who can guide us through life.

Käärijä: Yes, I can be your manager. (Laughter)

Carolina: That is a brilliant idea! [In Swedish] We have this on tape now. [In English] We have it on record here.

Käärijä: Yes, yes!

Carolina: Now we come..

Käärijä: We have a plan, boys! Yes, let's go to studio. (Laughter)

Carolina: I will call the EBU immediately and say "Hi, I've got three guys who will SHAKE the Eurovision around". (Laughter) But I must also ask you, Käärijä, coming second after Loreen but winning the public vote… Are you still mad? Are people in Finland still mad at Sweden? [Bees note: The interviewer's tone of voice here is very genuine and almost… apologetic?]

Käärijä: I think that people in Finland, they are mad, but not really… I'm not. Of course I remember time after final where they give the points and I saw that Loreen get more points than me, I going to cry on toilet, but… (giggles) but yes, I'm ok and Loreen is amazing artist and person, human, I love Loreen. And after final, Loreen sent me the message to "Käärijä, if you need something…"

Hooja, breaking in: Except the price… (Laughter)

Käärijä: If you need money or something… (Laughter)

Mårdis: If you want to look at the price… (Laughter)

Käärijä: But yeah, good person and I… I'm not care any more, I'm ok (giggling)

Carolina: To wrap it up then, a final question I'm very curious about, will you proceed doing this (stumbles over words) [In Swedish] I'll just do it in Swedish - will the collaboration continue? [In English] Will you continue this collaboration?

Hooja: You never know! No but, uh, you do never know.

Mårdis: I think the thing with us, we only do things that are fun for us, it's the only thing we care about, that's what music is for us. If it's fun, we're going to do it, and we've had a lot of fun with this too, so I'm ending it just like Hooja, you never know! (Laughter)

Carolina: [In English] Ok, two diplomatic answers, that they had fun, Käärijä, the Finnish vote - this sounds like a dating show! - do you want to continue dating these boys?

Käärijä: You don't know yet! But I think, boys, you can't run away anymore, when you do work with Käärijä you stay with Käärijä. (Laughter) Oh yes, yes, yes (Laughter) But uh, yeah, I hope we do other songs and more songs, and uh, let's see!

Hooja: Yeah!

Carolina: Thank you very much! [In Swedish] Thank you so much, I'm crossing my fingers we get more from your collab in the future! (Collective "woo-hoo!")

[kanansdume]

You started these tags with "oof" and I went back to re-read the second part of this post and... yeah, oof is about how I feel, too. Oh how hopeful I was for something good to come out of that show, BOTH shows actually since I was looking at Mandalorian season 3 as well it seems.

This post is already a little long, so I'll put the rest under a cut, but tl;dr is that I think you're giving the people writing in the Mandoverse SO MUCH more credit than they deserve and they'll likely never do anything good or creative with these characters again.

I don't think that making Sabine a Jedi had anything to do with Sabine at all. A lot of people have pointed out that Sabine is acting like a bratty teenager despite being literally 30 years old and that she feels a lot like an ANAKIN stand-in so that Ahsoka can figure out her feelings about Anakin through her relationship to Sabine. We know that the Rebels Search for Ezra storyline got combined with Ahsoka's show and that they weren't originally intended to be the same story. So it makes sense that Ahsoka likely HAD a padawan-figure originally who was probably a new character and that they just replaced that character with Sabine when things got combined, regardless of what that would mean for Sabine's character.

Sabine doesn't even grow or learn anything by the end of the show. I've see people try to argue that when she left Ezra behind in order to save Ahsoka that it showed she'd grown from when she abandoned everything to save Ezra, except... she's literally just making the same choice for a different person. Thrawn is LEAVING and the whole point of jumping onto his ship is to try to STOP HIM or something, and instead of doing that and helping Ezra, she runs back because one person's life is at stake and now Ezra is alone on that ship and Sabine never has to face the consequences of her own actions. Personally, that doesn't feel like any actual growth to me or like she's learned from the mistake she made by going to get Ezra. The narrative itself doesn't even seem to think that it WAS a mistake she needs to learn from, which leaves her character with literally nowhere to go.

If they were going to bring her back to Mandalore as a leader, they probaby would've been EMPHASIZING her connection to Mandalore rather than basically erasing it. It would've made more sense to leave her family ALIVE, even just ONE of them, to give her more of a connection to that cause. But no, aside from her wearing the armor, there's absolutely no indication she gives a flying shit about Mandalore or its people anymore.

So even if they DID start pushing Sabine in the direction of being a leader again, I wouldn't like it. THIS Sabine should never lead anybody ever. THIS Sabine is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to unleash Thrawn upon the galaxy just to get what she wants. REBELS era Sabine was awesome, and had the makings of a great ruler. REBELS era Sabine had learned mercy and patience and selflessness by the end of the show, while THIS fucking Sabine is impatient, impetuous, irresponsible, and selfish. Nobody should EVER allow the Ahsoka show version of Sabine anywhere NEAR a leadership position, and if they try to do it, it'll just be unbelievably bad writing. Perhaps hilariously bad writing, it could be amusing to see them attempt to make that claim, but it'd still be bad.

And, as you mentioned, they've already put Bo-Katan in as the leader of Mandalore for the THIRD TIME and, ostensibly, destroyed the Dark Saber. There doesn't seem to be any real planning around who gets put in as the leader of Mandalore, to be honest, it just kind-of flip flops and goes to whoever they deem most convenient in the moment. Sabine was being set up for it for a minute until they decided it would be problematic with what they wanted to do with her later in Rebels, so they threw it at Bo-Katan with no good reason. Then they took it away from Bo-Katan in The Mandalorian so that they could set Din up to take on leadership of Mandalore except that then they decided they didn't really like that so they abandoned all of that set-up and tossed it back at Bo-Katan because, hell, she's already there isn't she, might as well just give it back to her because THAT'S satisfying to see! So, sure, MAYBE they'll give it back to Sabine and take it away from Bo-Katan AGAIN later on, maybe Bo-Katan will die fighting Thrawn and so Sabine gets put back in as an option, but I don't have a single ounce of belief that it'll make any sense or feel in any way satisfying.

For all that the Mandoverse is focused on Mandalorians in the extreme, I don't feel like they're writing them all that well or care all that much about giving these characters good strong narratives. Sabine is just the latest in a string of terrible writing choices for their Mando characters.

Sabine Wren is not just the true wielder of the Darksaber, but the only one who should’ve been chosen to rule Mandalore and I will die on that hill.

The entire point of Sabine’s whole arc through the show is that she is learning JEDI VALUES, that she’s learning that the Mandalorian way has its place, but it also has so many flaws and that it’s what has led Mandalore to fight itself into dust. She’s impatient and distrustful and learns to listen with Hera about Fulcrum. She’s more inclined to kill someone out of anger until she learns the value of mercy and second chances from Kanan with Fenn Rau. She tries to pretend her problems don’t exist and won’t truly face them until she learns to wield the Darksaber with Kanan and then goes to make amends with her family. The entire episode with her familiy shows how Sabine brings together everything she’s learned: she waits and listens to her family’s grievances, understanding exactly how her actions impacted them, and then she shows mercy to Gar Saxon rather than killing him after her win like a true Mandalorian would.

Having Bo-Katan claim that the Mandalorian way is a way of MERCY, when we’re intentionally told and shown that Sabine’s willingness to show mercy explicitly goes against her Mandalorian upbringing and teachings and was something she learned from Hera, and from Kanan and his Jedi teachings, is really insulting. The Mandalorian way, as shown through Rebels, is NOT one of mercy, that’s the entire point. Sabine recognizes that, recognizes that that’s what’s caused them so much misery, caused them to turn on each other so much that their planet hasn’t ever had the chance to heal and regrow.

Bo-Katan even says IN THIS EPISODE that Sabine represents the best of what they have been in the past as well as the best of what they could someday become. That Sabine is a true leader.

To have Sabine turn around and say that the Darksaber came to her, after she EARNED IT, for the FIRST time since Tarre Viszla she truly EARNED the Darksaber, just so she could pass it on to Bo-Katan, someone who once gleefully helped set a village on fire after the people she was helping subjugate tried to resist?

I’m sorry, but no.

Sabine Wren is Tarre Viszla’s true successor. Not just as the wielder of the Darksaber, but as Mandalore’s uniter, as its truest ruler. Sabine Wren has the patience and mercy and wisdom of a Jedi with the passion and mettle of a Mandalorian warrior. She has learned to listen as well as she fights, and she has learned how to appreciate different points of view and how to bring them together to create a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

The Darksaber came to her because Sabine Wren always had the capacity to use it to fulfill Tarre Viszla’s vision, to unite Mandalore, to save it from itself, to make it more than it is. The Darksaber came to her specifically because Sabine has the greatest ability to lead Mandalore into a peaceful future.

[dandylovesturtles]

oh yeah so Yes pretty overwhelmingly won the poll so you guys only have yourselves to blame for seeing this nonsense I will probably not do much more with lol

anyway I've been mentally calling it the Draxum's Kids AU or Step-brothers AU because I didn't come up with anything creative

high level premise is that, due to ~mystic shenanigans~, Draxum from the OU (post-movie) gets pulled through a portal to another dimension, about a year behind the OU dimension, where he kept the turtles and accomplished a lot of his human eradication goals but was also a terrible father. Draxum sees the writing on the wall that his AU self's foolish actions have led to an impending apocalypse and finds the AU's Mikey (who is only called Boxshell) to help him get back to the original dimension. But as soon as he meets back up with Boxshell his Dad Instincts kick in and he realizes he can't just leave "his" kids here to die, so he decides to kidnap all four of them back to the original dimension.

this is complicated a bit by all of them hating each other

under the cut is about 3000 words of Draxum getting abducted

Draxum would really appreciate it if they could make it six months without a potentially world ending threat.

This one seems particularly suspicious. Giant black swirling vortexes giving off massive mystic energy signatures don’t simply <i>appear</i>, not for no reason. The fact that Michelangelo had been the first to notice it, cocking his head to the side like a bloodhound hearing a rabbit, was not putting him at ease, either.

“Soooo,” says Leonardo, swords already drawn and held loose at his sides, “what is it, Draxy?”

That is not his name, but because the situation is serious, he answers anyway. “You expect me to know? I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Come on, you’re our mystic guru! So get with the guruing!”

Draxum just gives him the look that the kids are coming to call his “not mad, just disappointed” face. He doesn’t have any more answers than he did two seconds ago. On the plus side, it doesn’t seem like anything is coming <i>out</i> of the dark swirly vortex, nor is anything getting sucked in. It’s just hanging there, in the sky over the Hidden City, menacingly.

“Doesn’t it feel familiar?” asks Michelangelo. Unlike Leonardo, he still hasn’t drawn any weapon. He’s just watching it, curious.

“I don’t remember the Krang portal looking like that,” says Donatello. “We could see the Prison Dimension on the other side. That’s just… an indistinct vortex of doom.”

“Not like the Krang,” says Michelangelo, but he doesn’t offer any further guesses. He just watches it with big eyes.

“But we gotta do somethin’ about it, right?” asks Raphael. “We can’t just leave it up there.”

“Well, if it’s not hurting anyone,” says Leonardo slowly.

“Just because it is not doing anything in this instant does not mean it will stay that way,” says Draxum.

“Yeah, yeah.” Leonardo slices through the air, a blue and less chaotic looking portal opening up. “Let’s check it out, Dee. Get some energy readings and all that nerd jazz. The rest of you, stay here in case it’s dangerous.”

“Oh, but it’s fine if it’s me,” says Donatello, but he steps up to the portal anyway. 

Draxum feels uneasy, because he doesn’t know what that thing is or what it will do, and because he doesn’t want the two of them going alone. “I’ll come with you,” he says, and when the kids give him a look, he quickly adds, “I may notice something that Donatello would miss.”

“I don’t <i>miss</i> things,” Donatello snaps back, but that’s factually untrue, so Draxum just grunts in response to it. 

“Sure, goatman cometh,” says Leonardo airily. “Let’s just go!”

Just to be sure nothing bad will happen, Draxum steps through first. The twins follow him.

They’re on a rooftop now, just under the vortex. Draxum had been expecting… something, but there are no threats, no signs of anything amiss. It’s a bit windy, and the vortex is making an ominous buzzing noise, but that’s all.

“Can you tell anything from here?” asks Leonardo, looking between the two of them. Donatello has his goggles down and a holoscreen up, incomprehensible numbers scrolling by at a fast pace. For his part, it seems the same to Draxum here as it did across town.

Donatello’s readings slow, and he raises the goggles again. 

“It’s… definitely massive, but I can’t tell much more than that. Though… I think Mikey was right. That it feels familiar.” He looks at his brother, something complicated in his expression. “Like we’ve seen something like this before.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” says Leonardo, before turning his attention to Draxum. “How easy is it to make an interdimensional portal, anyway?”

Draxum snorts at this question. “For a pocket dimension, relatively simple. For an actual, separate world… Theoretically, it could be done, but it would take a massive amount of mystic energy and decades of experience. Especially if one does not have a mystical object to channel a portal through, like the key that was used for the Krang’s prison dimension.”

“But Mikey was able to do it,” Leonardo points out.

“Yes. And need I remind you it almost killed him.”

“You needn’t,” he snaps back. “I’m just saying… <i>if</i> it can be done, it really seems like someone’s trying it right now.” He still has his swords out, watching the vortex warily. “And what’re the odds that they’re coming here for a friendly visit?”

Draxum doesn’t argue there; he’s already treating whatever this is as hostile. Better to assume wrong and apologize later than to let down his guard and let one of his kids get hurt.

There’s the sound of footsteps behind them, and the three of them turn at once, startled. “Well, there’s Mikey,” Leonardo is already saying in a resigned sort of way, like he knew Michelangelo would join them before he gave the command.

“Sorry, Leo,” says Raphael, landing with heavier tread on the rooftop just behind Michelangelo. “He gave me the slip.”

“Guys, it’s fine!” Michelangelo argues, in that tone he uses when he feels like he’s being babied. “I’m telling you, whatever’s making that portal isn’t here to hurt us.”

“And you know this based on what evidence?” asks Donatello.

“It’s a feeling!”

“Ah yes, feelings, how quantifiable.”

“Well <i>you</i> don’t have any evidence it’s evil either, Donald!” Michelangelo retorts.

Draxum is about to step into the middle of this quarrel when Leonardo stops it for him.

“Guess we’re about to find out who’s right,” he says, eyes locked on something above them, and Draxum looks up just in time to see that there’s <i>movement</i> coming from the vortex now. “Dee, take Raph; Miguel, you’re with me.”

“Wait, guys, we should just-” Michelangelo tries again, but a shimmering blue portal under his feet stops him. Leonardo and Michelangelo reappear in the sky above, Leonardo using his portals to stay airborne while Michelangelo catches himself with his mystic powers. There’s the roar of a jet, and then Donnie is after them, his shimmering mystic tech carrying himself with Raphael dangling underneath.

And of course they’ve left him on the roof. Draxum sighs. <i>Children</i>.

He pops several vines on the roof and uses them to propel himself skyward, eyes searching for what has come through the portal, if that’s what it is. It’s difficult to see against the black coloration, but the boys seem to have gathered under a figure in a dark cloak, who emerges slowly from the middle of the vortex. It seems to cling to them like dark, black ink, the mystic energy drawing out behind them in long, gooey ropes. 

Draxum knows he is still many meters away, but even still, he doesn’t think the figure is very large. It’s a surprise, given that the vortex itself is at least fifteen or more meters across, but the figure coming out is short and slight, not even as big as Michelangelo. Of course, that doesn’t mean much; plenty of yokai are small statured naturally, as are some humans. Even Lou Jitsu is small, now, but still mighty. He can’t let the size of the person put him off guard, especially when they have summoned such massive mystic energy.

“Hey!” cries out Michelangelo. “Can we talk to you!?”

The figure in the cloak seems to startle at being addressed. For a moment, they hang in the air, the ropey energy of the vortex growing thicker on their arms and legs. Almost like it’s trying to pull them back.

The figure seems to realize this, too, because they jerk forward and raise their arms in a panicked arc.

Fire comes out - dark flames with incandescent blue cores that Draxum knows are hotter than any normal flame. If the boys are struck, the damage will be severe. Thankfully, Michelangelo yelps and whirls aside before he can be burned.

“I don’t think they’re interested in talking!” calls Donatello.

“That’s alright,” yells Raphael, his ninpo lighting his body red, “because <i>I’m</i> interested in smashing!”

The midair fight begins in earnest now, the boys darting around the figure with their weapons drawn, even Michelangelo. The cloaked figure fights back with the flames, dark and so hot that as Draxum’s vines carry him closer, he can feel the heat coming off of them. Yet, despite the intensity of the attacks, Draxum notices that they are unwieldy and unpracticed, like the wielder has no real experience in fighting, and certainly not midair against so many opponents. Add to that, the strange, inklike properties of the still-spinning vortex seem to be actively trying to pull the figure back; each time they make progress, the moment their attention is drawn by one of the boys, they’re yanked back another few feet.

Draxum sprouts a few more vines off his main one, so that he can move more freely. Aerial combat has never been his forte, but he can make it work. So long as none of those desperate fire attacks burn through his vines and send him tumbling to the ground (he can only hope, in that event, that one of the twins notices him). 

The cloaked figure is still attacking wildly, and the boys have to move fast to keep out of the way. It’s easier for Michelangelo and Donatello, who can stay airborne indefinitely; Leonardo, meanwhile, has to use his portals to catch himself and Raphael periodically, portalling them back to the sky or giving them a portal to ground to launch off of. This leaves them open to attack.

Draxum couldn’t have made it in time if he’d wanted to, but in the moment he isn’t thinking he has to.

One of the unfocused black flames strikes Raphael; his ninpo projection protects him from being harmed, but he still lets out a gasp of surprise as it burns rapidly through the ninpo itself, leaving him exposed. Donatello swoops in to catch him before he can fall, and all the boys hang back for a moment, stunned by this development.

“What was <i>that</i>!?” Leonardo calls out, portaling above Donatello and landing on his constructed battleshell (Donatello says, “Oof!” loudly, but doesn’t throw him off). “It just burned through Raph’s shield like it was tissue paper!”

“Augh… that felt… weird.” Raphael is rubbing at his temple with his fingers. “Raph did not like that.”

“Alright, clearly this guy is dangerous.” Leonardo is tense, eyes focused as he watches the cloaked figure yank free of the stringy ropes of magic from the vortex, coming closer. “But see how the portal’s trying to pull them back in? We just gotta get them close enough and send ‘em back where they came from.”

He glances over at Michelangelo. Draxum looks, too. The boy’s brow is creased, like he isn’t happy with this outcome, but his eyes are focused on Raphael.

“...Yeah,” he says finally, and gives his nunchucks a swing. They light up with his orange ninpo, the bright fire a stark contrast to their enemy’s dark flames. “Let’s send ‘em back!”

The boys spring back into action, and Draxum follows suit, his vines carrying him up, closer to the vortex. Now he can feel more of the thing’s power directly, a great gusting wind that pulls rather than pushes. He hangs back from the direct fighting and instead watches the boys closely, should he need to intervene the way he hadn’t for Raphael. If the fire can eat through their ninpo, then any of them being struck would be disastrous - especially if one of the others could not catch them in time.

The kids are succeeding in their gambit to push the figure back towards the vortex, but that means they are also increasingly putting themselves in range of its dangerous reach. The ropey strands of dark mystic energy reach out like hungry tendrils, latching onto scales before being cut or shaken off. Leonardo has all but abandoned the fight against the figure and instead puts his efforts into slicing the strands apart any time they touch one of his brothers, either directly with his katana or with a well placed portal. He leaves the strands that attach themselves to the mysterious person, and they wrap more firmly around the legs, arms, and neck of the one in the cloak.

And that’s when they finally speak.

“No!” they cry out, in a voice unmistakably juvenile. “No, please! I just want to escape - don’t make me go back!”

Michelangelo stops short, bobbing uncertainly only a few meters from the screaming figure (a boy, Draxum thinks, but cannot be sure). “Guys,” he says hesitantly, lowering his weapons. “I really think we should-”

Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by a burst of flames from the cloaked boy’s hands, spiraling directly towards him.

“MIKEY!” shout several voices at once; Draxum only realizes a beat later that one of them is his. He’s the closest, and he moves fast, putting himself and a wall of vines between the flames and his son.

The flames make such short work of the vines, it’s almost comical. Draxum watches as the fire races down the towering stalk he’s made, eating them away and leaving nothing behind, not even ashes. The vine Draxum was standing on is, of course, completely obliterated, and he feels the swoop in his stomach as gravity starts its relentless pull.

“Dad!” he hears Michelangelo call out. The boy reaches a hand toward them, and in his panic Draxum reaches back. They are only a few meters from each other, and then less and then less, fingers almost touching-

But it is something else that grabs him first.

The vortex’s dark energy feels disgusting and slimy where it touches Draxum’s fur, like a leech pulled from some noxious bog. Its tug is ferociously strong, and he realizes that if Leonardo had not been quick, if the magic had wrapped around any of his brothers’ limbs the way it’s wrapped around Draxum’s arm, disentangling them would have taken massive effort. As it’s going to take to free him now.

There’s a yank, and he’s ripped away from Michelangelo and towards the vortex.

“No!” screeches the cloaked boy, and sputtering flames spill out around him, forcing the turtles back before they can move in to rescue him. “No! Get away! Leave me alone!”

“Gladly!” Draxum shouts back, ripping and yanking to try and free his arm. “Just close this foolish portal and go back where you came from!”

“I <i>can’t</i>!” the boy screams, and he sounds so wretched, Draxum almost feels some sympathy for him. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You must!” Draxum argues, because he can tell. The energy has wrapped too securely around the cloaked boy now; there will be no freeing him. The portal he made is impressive, <i>especially</i> as young as he sounds, but it is not complete. He could not be severed from it, even if they tried to help. In fact, if they fully pulled him from the vortex, it would likely kill the child.

No; he must go back. But… is there still time for Draxum?

“Barry!” he hears the boys call out. They try to get close, but another burst of searing heat from the panicked boy in the vortex keeps them from advancing. More of the stringy ropes of magic are wrapping around Draxum now, on his arms, his torso, his legs. His neck. They yank him back, hard, and he gasps as the air leaves his lungs. The mystic energy slithers over him like a living creature, wrapping him up more and more securely in its snare.

It seems… there is not.

“<i>NO</i>!” screams the cloaked boy, one last panicked, desperate cry, but then his voice is abruptly silenced. There’s a roaring noise, incomprehensibly loud, and Draxum faintly wonders if this is how it sounds when a star collapses in on itself.

The last thing he sees as the portal closes around him is Michelangelo’s face, eyes wide and afraid, mouth open in a shout, hand outstretched as far as it can go.

And then all is dark.

…

When Draxum wakes, he’s laying on the ground in an alley in the Hidden City.

He feels a flash of <i>something</i> markedly unpleasant when he realizes he’s alone: sadness, betrayal, perhaps even, Titan forbid, <i>loneliness</i>. It seems the boys have left him to his fate and gone home.

Then he remembers the portal, and Donatello and Michelangelo’s guess that it was interdimensional. It’s likely the boys don’t know where he is. It’s possible he’s not even in the same time.

Or the same world at all.

Disturbing as that thought is, the part of the Hidden City he can see from his vantage point seems familiar enough. He recognizes this as a part of the old downtown, not far from where he and the kids had been fighting the cloaked boy. Even if this isn’t his time, at least he should still be able to navigate - that makes things easier.

He gets to his feet, shaking the soreness out of his limbs. He hears something pop, and is suddenly immensely glad the boys aren’t here after all. He’d rather not endure another round of teasing for being “old”.

The Hidden City he travels through seems largely the same as the one he left, to a degree that he starts to wonder if it wasn’t an interdimensional portal after all. If it was, the dimension he’s in now seems to have only slight variations.

Or that’s what he thinks, until he makes it to the nearest portal back to New York City.

There’s a checkpoint set up in front of it, one that didn’t exist here before. There are guards standing sentinel, ushering through a line of yokai and occasionally asking questions. They don’t seem hostile to the yokai, but it does seem like precautions need to be taken for… some reason.

More startling to Draxum are the crests that adorn banners hung around the checkpoint, matching emblems blazed on the uniforms of the officers.

His family’s crest.

It seems this dimension is quite different after all.

[favefandomimagines]

I Know Places 2 (r.c)

Summary: Rafe goes to Y/N at the bait shop and his presence is not celebrated

AN: part 2 of ‘I Know Places’ and I’m deciding to go the traditional route! I’m used to the old school way of fics so this will be fully written out and not SMAU! Though I do love how that’s on trend right now!

Previous part

The next morning, Y/N Maybank was up before the sun had fully risen, her mind too restless for sleep. She had spent the night tossing and turning, debating whether or not to tell JJ and the Pogues about what happened at Tannyhill. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep secrets—she just didn’t know how to explain the strange feeling of being pulled into Rafe Cameron’s world, if only for a fleeting moment.

By the time the bait shop was ready to open, she was already elbow-deep in her morning routine: feeding the live bait, checking inventory, and wiping down the counters.

Summer was here, which meant the shop would soon be crawling with locals and tourists alike, and she needed everything to be in order.

The small bell above the door jingled, pulling her attention away from the tank of minnows. She glanced up to see Rafe Cameron standing in the doorway. His broad shoulders filled the frame, his usual air of arrogance replaced by something quieter.

“Hey, Pretty Girl,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/N quirked a brow, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. “Rafe Cameron on the Cut? You must’ve hit your head harder than I thought.”

“Funny,” he replied, stepping closer. “How’s business?”

“It’s early,” she said flatly, then tilted her head. “How’s your head?”

“Better,” Rafe said, though his hand instinctively went to touch the bandage she had applied the night before. “Still aches.”

“Maybe now you’ll listen to me and see a doctor,” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “What if you’ve got brain damage? You must have if you thought coming here was a good idea.”

Rafe chuckled under his breath, but his expression quickly sobered. “I need to talk to you about last night.”

Y/N set the container of fish food on the counter, her brows knitting together. “What do you mean?”

Rafe leaned against the counter, his blue eyes scanning the shop briefly before landing back on her. “How many people did you see leave the house?”

“Three,” she said slowly, thinking back to the shadowy figures slipping through the side gate. “They looked like men, but I couldn’t see their faces. They had black hoods on.”

She watched as Rafe’s jaw tightened and his eyes clouded over, clearly running through a mental list of possibilities. It didn’t take a genius to realize there was more to the break-in than he was letting on.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Y/N asked, her voice softer now.

Rafe shook his head quickly. “No. Don’t worry about it.”

“Rafe, someone broke into your house and assaulted you. You need to tell Shoupe,” Y/N said firmly.

“I’m sure they didn’t find what they were looking for,” he replied cryptically.

“What does that even mean?”

Rafe ignored the question, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “I just... I wanted to see you. And to thank you again for helping me last night.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “It’s no problem,” she said, though her voice faltered slightly. “But you should probably go before JJ finds you talking to me.”

“Do you always do what JJ wants?” Rafe asked, but there was no malice in his voice.

Y/N hesitated, his question catching her off guard. Did people really think that? “No,” she said finally, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s just that a fight is bad for business.”

Rafe returned her smile, a rare softness in his expression. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “Here. Put your number in. You know, in case I need another house call.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, her instinct screaming at her to say no. But Rafe seemed... different. The last time they’d spoken, he’d been consumed by grief and arrogance, still reeling from his father’s death and struggling to take over the family business. But now, he seemed calmer—more grounded, though still carrying an edge.

She grabbed his phone and began typing her number. Her head was screaming at her to not do it, don’t give him access. But she did it anyway.

“Rafe?”

Both their heads snapped toward the dock, where Sarah Cameron was walking toward the shop. Rafe stepped back from Y/N, his demeanor instantly shifting.

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked, her gaze narrowing suspiciously.

“Thought someone broke into the house last night,” Rafe said smoothly. “I knew you parked outside when you went to that party, so I came to see if you saw anything.”

Before Sarah could respond, Y/N interjected. “I already told him I didn’t see anything. We were still at the party when it happened.”

“Someone broke into the house? Did they take anything? Are you okay?” Sarah questioned. “I’m fine. It didn’t look like they took anything. Just a window and a door I have to replace.” Rafe answered.

“I uh, gotta go, I’ll see you around.” He added, his gaze fleetingly on Y/N.

He walked past Sarah and up the dock, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn’t fully understand.

“Was he bothering you?” Sarah asked, stepping into the shop.

“No, no,” Y/N said quickly. “He just wanted to ask if we saw anything.”

But even as she spoke, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Rafe’s visit meant something more. And as much as she hated to admit it, she didn’t entirely mind.

“JJ is going to freak when he finds out.” Sarah commented. “We don’t need to tell him. I’m sure Rafe came here looking for you but I was here.” Y/N quickly replied.

As Sarah stepped closer, Y/N busied herself with the container of fish food on the counter, her mind racing. She could still feel the heat of Rafe’s presence lingering in the room, and her stomach twisted at the thought of Sarah catching onto something she hadn’t even figured out herself.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked, crossing her arms as she studied her friend.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, hoping her casual demeanor would be enough to shut the conversation down. “Nothing.”

“Since when does Rafe come to you for answers?” Sarah’s tone was skeptical, her piercing gaze making Y/N feel like she was under a microscope. “And why didn’t he just ask me?”

“Maybe because you were at the party too?” Y/N said, raising a brow. “I don’t know, Sarah. He didn’t exactly give me his whole life story.”

Sarah frowned but didn’t press further, instead moving to grab a soda from the mini fridge behind the counter. “Still... I don’t like him showing up out of nowhere like that.”

Y/N let out a short laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “What, you think he’s gonna rob the bait shop? Pretty sure we’re not hiding any family heirlooms in the minnow tank.”

Sarah snorted, but her expression remained thoughtful as she leaned against the counter. “I just don’t trust him, Y/N. You know how he is.”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. Sarah wasn’t wrong—Rafe Cameron was trouble. He always had been. But last night, when he was bleeding and vulnerable, he didn’t feel like the same guy she’d written off.

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N said quietly. “But he’s your brother, Sarah. He can’t be all bad.”

Sarah gave her a sharp look, clearly not expecting that response. “You’re defending Rafe now?”

Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, I’m not defending him. I’m just saying... people can change, right?”

Before Sarah could respond, the bell above the door jingled again, and John B strolled in, followed closely by JJ, who was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning, ladies,” John B greeted with a grin, grabbing a bag of chips from the shelf. “What’s the gossip?”

“Rafe was here,” Sarah said bluntly, making both boys freeze in their tracks. Y/N glared at her friend, eyes saying ‘why the hell would you do that?’

“What?” JJ’s tone immediately turned sharp as he walked over to Y/N. “Why the hell was Rafe Cameron here?”

“Someone broke into his house,” Y/N said quickly, trying to downplay the situation. “Wanted to know if we saw anything suspicious last night. That’s it.”

JJ’s jaw clenched, and he let out a humorless laugh. “Since when does he care about what we saw? He’s up to something.”

“Relax, J,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his arm. “He wasn’t here to start trouble. He just... wanted answers.”

“Well, he better not come around again,” JJ muttered darkly, his protective instincts kicking in. “I don’t care what he wants. You don’t need to be talking to him.”

Y/N bristled at his tone, but before she could respond, Sarah spoke up. “Let’s not make this a thing. Rafe’s gone, and he’s not coming back here.”

JJ muttered something under his breath, clearly still annoyed, but he let it go for now. Y/N, however, felt a tinge of annoyance in her chest. She loved her brother, and it was just the two of them at the end of the day so it makes sense he’s protective. But he’s not her father, she’s 20 years old, she doesn’t need her brother telling her who she can and can’t talk to.

||

The fire crackled softly, its orange glow casting warm shadows on the Pogues as they lounged in the cool evening air. John B was sprawled out on the sand with Sarah curled up beside him, their laughter intertwining as they recounted the story of JJ’s infamous fight with Topper outside the country club.

“And then Shoupe shows up, and Y/N’s out here sweet-talking him like she’s auditioning for a soap opera!” JJ exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

“Sweet-talking?” Y/N interjected from the hammock, her tone dripping with mock offense as she rolled another joint. “I’ll have you know I was using logic and reason to keep your ass out of juvie.”

Kie snorted. “Logic and reason? You told Shoupe Topper started it and then cried about how JJ was just trying to defend your honor.”

“Exactly,” Y/N said with a smug grin. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

JJ grinned back, leaning over to flick sand at her. “I owe you for that one, Sunshine.”

“Damn right you do,” Y/N quipped, expertly twisting the joint closed.

The group dissolved into another round of laughter, the kind that came easy after a long day and a few too many hits. Pope was stoking the fire while Cleo leaned against him, teasing him about his terrible impression of Shoupe. It was one of those rare nights where everything felt simple—just them, the stars, and the stories they carried.

“Hey, Sunshine!” JJ called, breaking through the chatter. “Toss me one of those masterpieces!”

Y/N smirked, flicking the newly rolled joint in his direction. JJ caught it with ease, holding it up like a trophy before lighting it.

As she reached for another paper, her phone buzzed against her thigh. She picked it up without much thought, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name.

Rafe.

The text was simple but enough to tug at her carefully guarded smile.

RC: Hey, Pretty Girl.

Y/N: Can I help you, Cameron?

RC: What are you doin’?

Y/N: Currently? I’m rolling a joint.

RC: Lol, save one for me?

Y/N: Maybe.

The next text froze her in place.

RC: Just wondering, is asking you out against doctor’s orders?

Her breath hitched, her mind racing. Was Rafe Cameron—Rafe Cameron—really asking her out? She stared at her phone for a moment too long, trying to process what this meant.

Y/N: Hm, that might be bad for your health

RC: What if we don’t tell anyone?

This wasn’t the Rafe she’d known before. The old Rafe was reckless, arrogant, and self-absorbed. But now? He felt different, quieter. Something had shifted, and Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

RC: Did I lose you, Pretty Girl?

She glanced around the fire. Her friends were laughing, oblivious, completely immersed in the stories of summers past. Sarah was teasing John B about his failed attempts at surfing, JJ was leaning back with a lazy grin, and Kie was high enough to be softly singing to herself.

Y/N was the odd one out—always had been in a way. The one without a partner, without a storybook romance. And yet, there was something undeniable about the way her chest had tightened in Rafe’s bathroom, how she’d felt something she couldn’t ignore.

Y/N: Better plan a good date

The reply came seconds later.

RC: Is that a yes?

Y/N: It’s a yes. Don’t mess it up.

Y/N set her phone down, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips as she leaned back in the hammock.

“Who are you texting?” Kie’s voice came from beside her, making Y/N jump. Kie had slid into the hammock, her eyes glassy but curious.

“My cousin,” Y/N lied smoothly, reaching for another paper. “We need more weed, and he’s got the good stuff.”

Kie leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, her movements sluggish. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Y/N froze, the lie suddenly feeling heavy in her chest. “Of course, Kie,” she murmured, though her voice felt hollow.

“You’re my best friend,” Kie continued, her words slurring slightly. “You and me, we’re a team, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said softly, guilt twisting in her stomach.

But as Kie drifted into a half-asleep haze against her shoulder, Y/N’s thoughts drifted back to Rafe. Whatever this was, it wasn’t something she could tell them. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

[beneathsilverstars]

I think maybe they’re acting odd enough in Dormont that when Isabeau leaves the favor tree and goes up to the cliff, he stays closer to the town side — looking at Mirabelle and the path to the favor tree — as he considers whether he should talk to anyone else about it, or ask Siffrin if they’re okay once they’re back from the favor tree, or something. And honestly he probably wouldn’t have ended up doing any of those things! But it means he is close enough to see when Siffrin is about to slip on the banana peel, whereas Siffrin didn’t even notice him there, because why would they look for any changes? Nothing ever changes unless they change it by force.

So Siffrin casually strolls towards the peel, and Isabeau shouts, "Woah, Sif, look out—!" and manages to catch him right as his legs go out from under him. Which, wow! That was scary! Good thing he was there, that could’ve been awful, what with the cliff right there and everything!

So now Siffrin can’t use the banana peel; Isabeau threw it away. And they can’t will themself to just jump off the cliff without it. So they resign themself to getting to the house the slow way, but, stars, they do not feel like sitting around Dormont right now. And it wasn’t even the first floor that they needed to go to anyway, so they’d be doing the whole entire night in Dormont, just to end the loop asap anyway! So. Eventually they give up and go for the dagger. But they’ve never used the dagger in Dormont before, and once they decide to use it they don’t waste a lot of time planning, so. They don’t do a good enough job making sure no one is nearby.

And it turns out Odile was right around the corner behind him, and she rounds it just in time to see him raise the knife. She casts slow on him and rushes forward and manages to yank his arm back before he can cut unsalvageably deep, then shouts for help. She sends the nearest villager to get Mirabelle, who hasn’t used any craft yet today, so she’s able to pour everything she has into healing him. Meanwhile Odile goes to get Isabeau and make sure Bonnie stays away until the situation isn’t so gory.

Eventually Mirabelle has Siffrin all healed and cleaned up and situated at the clocktower, and Bonnie is retrieved to start making dinner a little early. And now Odile and Isabeau and Mirabelle have allll evening to talk to Siffrin and try and figure out what’s wrong and how to help. Though Siffrin, of course, is being very unhelpful. They're desperately looking forward to their next chance to loop, and worried they won’t get one, and spiraling about upsetting everyone, but refusing to tell them about the time loops because it doesn’t matter, Siffrin doesn’t want to upset them more, they just! need! a way to loop!!

And of course he doesn’t say any of that out loud. But it’s not hard for the others to pick up that Siffrin wishes they hadn’t stopped him and is looking for a chance to escape, so of course they don't give him the chance. They ask if anything happened during/before his nap, and he insists no, nothing happened, he's fine. They suggest he doesn’t have to — and in fact, probably shouldn’t — go to the house tomorrow, but that really upsets him, because he wants to help them, he doesn’t want them to get hurt without him!! But they don’t want him to get hurt either.

But eventually they’re like, okay, even if we did give you your dagger back tomorrow so you can fight with us in the house, because we trust that you wouldn’t put us in danger, and we’ll keep a close eye on you — what next? We can’t just! Leave you! I mean we can't stop you from leaving but we want to help if you’ll let us!!!

And Mirabelle starts saying, "Maybe you could stay in the Dormont house with me, when it's back to normal? Until you're feeling better? I know everyone here, I could help you find a counselor if you'd be okay with that!" And Odile adds, "Or if you have somewhere to be I could accompany you; I didn’t have any particular plans on where to go next, so I might as well go the same direction as you." And of course Isabeau chimes in, "I really don’t need to get back to Jouvente any time soon — I quit my job, after all. I can stay with you as long as you need, as long as you want." And they ask Siffrin what their plans were, where they’re headed, and. Siffrin can’t come up with an answer that’s specific enough to be believable, not when they’re currently trying to plan specifics. Playing it off with a joke won't work, not this time. He tries to reassure them that they don’t need to change their plans for him, he’ll be fine, he knows they have their own things to do, and he’ll be fine on his own—

But Isabeau says, "You gotta understand why I don’t really believe that right now, Sif. You don’t have to let us stay with you if you don't want, but please don’t lie to us, you're obviously not fine. We want to help, if there’s anything we can do." And Mirabelle realizes she knows something relevant, so she says, "You told me... You told me a couple weeks ago that— this journey was the happiest you’ve ever been." And in the horrible quiet, Odile reaches the inevitable conclusion: "That journey will be over tomorrow, one way or another, and you don't have anything else to keep going for."

And Siffrin — they've been internally freaking out and spiraling this whole time, right? But it was never quite enough to automatically loop back, because— every mistake they made was immediately followed by clear assistance and compassion. Even when they first cut their throat, the moment that they realized they'd been caught was also the moment Odile touched them and then held them, reassured them with uncharacteristic desperation between shouts for help as she used her own coat to staunch the blood.

And now, no matter how horribly guilty and sick he feels that he's forcing his family to stay with him because they mistakenly think he's suicidal, this is them staying with him. It is a way forward.

So. The truth is out. They know that Siffrin was dreading the end of the quest because he had nowhere and nothing and no one to return to. They're wrong that he was about to kill himself over it, technically, except aren't they right about that too? No one knows it, but that was the reason for the loops, and he sure did kill himself far too easily in them.

The others talk about how they enjoyed the journey together, too, and... none of them wanted to part, either, they just hadn't brought it up yet. Odile says, "If I'd just said something sooner... I couldn't have known this would result, and yet... I should've known something was wrong. I'm so sorry I let you feel so alone and hopeless." Isabeau breaks the sorrowful quiet to say, determined, "We'll just have to make it up to you now. Bonnie will need to get back to their sister, right? What if we all accompany them to Bambouche?" And Mirabelle says, "Yes! That would be wonderful! And, you know, I was thinking of going on a pilgrimage soon — Siffrin, would you want to come with me, after we drop Bonnie off?" And of course Isabeau and Odile chime in that they'd love to go too. And, if they're all staying together, Bonnie might be really disappointed to stay behind in Bambouche, but maybe they could ask their sister if the two of them would like to travel for a bit as well...?

And Siffrin just starts sobbing. After a moment Mirabelle can't stand it, she has to at least offer, "Would you like a hug..? No pressure! But if you want one!" She holds her arms out a little in offer, and Siffrin can't stop themself from falling into them, and soon enough even Odile is patting Siffrin's back while Mirabelle and Isabeau hold them. After a bit, they hear Bonnie from outside the door, sullen: "I know you said they need space because they got hurt. But. You're all in there. And dinner is ready..?" And they tell Bonnie to come in, and Bonnie was mad at Siffrin for getting hurt again, but it turns into shock because, "What the crab, since when are we allowed to hug Frin??" And Isabeau says, "Since now, I guess?" And Bonnie hesitates for a moment, but relief that Siffrin is upright wins out, and even as they launch into a lecture they launch themself into the hug and nearly knock everyone over.

And then they're all laughing, and crying, and telling Bonnie about their travel plans. And then Bonnie brings in dinner, and Siffrin is ready to make himself eat it, but his poker face is gone right now and it's obvious he has no appetite for it — even aside from the fact that it's the same clocktower dinner that he's eaten dozens of times in a row, there's the whole recently-healed neck injury thing — and Bonnie's like, "Well, duh, if you're hurt or sick or whatever you need like, plain rice! And soup! And crackers! And lots of water!!" And they rush off to get a little of the extra rice and whip up a quick simple soup. And it's so nice to eat something new after months of the same stuff that Siffrin starts crying again, so of course they all have to hug him again. And eventually he falls asleep like that, surrounded by his family.

... And then they have to go through the house again the next day.

And, actually, at this point Siffrin is so scared of losing all of this. It's what he deserves, after guilting everyone into staying with him — after making Odile see such a horrible sight, making Mirabelle exhaust herself healing them, making Isabeau carry them back to the clocktower, making Bonnie cook them a whole separate meal — but still, he doesn't want to lose it. And he knows that doesn't actually matter, he'll loop again like he always does; if the perfect family loop didn't work, why would this failed loop change anything, this disaster where he didn't help anyone and instead they all helped him? But he wants to stay with them so bad. Can't he pretend, just a little longer, that there's any chance of escaping? Can't he force himself through the entire house again, just in case? Can't he act like this miraculous plan to travel together is possible? Can't he hope, one last time?

At the very least, they can linger. Siffrin can feel the dread building, they can't imagine how they're going to bear waking up in that meadow again, but they can put it off for as long as possible. They take their time to check every item. They try not to zone out, and sometimes they accidentally drift for a bit, but sometimes they listen and they do catch something new, bits of travel planning and bits of worry. They don't even use their strongest attacks unless the battle is looking dicey. They just make their way through the house as slowly as they can without raising suspicion.

Siffrin is terrified the entire time; he tries to hide it but he's so so tired, and he's so tired of hiding it, too. Everyone tries to reassure him, but it's to little success; and honestly, that's fair enough, with the King ahead! But then they beat the king and Siffrin is more scared, not less? And he's starting to feel sick and dizzy, too — the wish's conditions have been fulfilled. Its craft is dissipating, and without that energy the craft exhaustion is starting to hit.

But everyone is determined to help. They remind him that they've promised to keep traveling together, and it sets him off crying because he wants it so bad and he's so scared, so they all hug one more time before heading to Euphrasie. And Siffrin reminds himself, just one more time. He just has to hold onto hope this one, last time. Just in case.

They talk to Euphrasie, Siffrin shaking, one arm around Isabeau and other hand in Bonnie's, Odile right next to them, Mirabelle right ahead. When it's their turn, Siffrin takes a deep breath in and out and steps forward, and Euphrasie starts to talk and then—

Stops to ask if they're alright.

And she says something else to him, but he can barely hear it, because it's something different. It's something different. And then Isabeau is guiding him to sit down and reminding him to breathe, and Euphrasie is discussing something with Mirabelle, concerned, and it's all different.

It's different.

And it stays different for the rest of the day, and they wake up the next day to Bonnie shouting that they all need to pack so they can leave for Bambouche. Together.

:( au where siffrin tries to end a loop early but someone sees in time to stop/heal him. and they’re desperately trying to figure out why he did that and convince him life is worth living, and in that discussion someone suggests traveling together after the loops. and then ofc they’re keeping a very close eye on him after that, so, he doesn’t get another chance to reset. then they beat the king! so! conditions met! that’s the last loop! the one where they all saw siffrin try to kill themself! the one where the party surely only agreed to stay with them out of guilty obligation. but he’s selfish so of course he won’t do the right thing and refuse to go along with it. :( :( :(

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 6

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Chan came back just before lunch. You finished filing paperwork as he walked up behind you.

"Hi, princess." He wraps his arms around your waist, surprising you.

"Hi—Hello, sir." You put your hand over your heart when he scared you.

"Mm.." He presses himself against you, making you feel how hard he's getting. "Did you have fun with Minho?" He kisses your temple. You feel your face flush as he chuckles.

"I uh..umm.." You cover your face.

"Mm, none of that sweetheart." He uncovers your face and kisses your neck. "I imagine he treated you well though?" He kisses up to behind your ear, kissing the hickey Minho left. You shiver a bit and nod.

"He did. He didn't hurt me."

"Good. Wouldn't want my princess too sore." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver. He pulls away from you, smirking. "Lets go get lunch, hmm? The boys are waiting."

——

"Y/nnie!" Felix and Han say in unison when they see you. Getting up from their seats, they come over to you and hug you tight, squishing you between them. You smile and hug the boys. Felix had gotten his hair cut and dyed it black, Jisung dying his blue.

"Hi guys. Your hair looks amazing." You reach up to touch their hair when they both let you go. They grin and thank you. Chan walks past you, letting his hand graze across your ass as he sits between Minho and Hyunjin. Felix leads you to your seat between Seungmin and I.N before he goes and sits back between Changbin and Han. Seungmin grins at you, leaning down, he nips at your neck.

"Hi, puppy." He whispers. "Miss our Innie and me yet?" He sits back up as I.N puts a hand on your thigh, gripping your plush skin. Your cheeks flush.

"Boys, don't tease her too much." Minho says. The two youngest just chuckle. Seungmin leans back in his seat and drapes his arm over your shoulders. I.N slides his hand under your skirt a little after a few minutes, teasing you as he runs his fingertips along your skin. You half regret, half thankful for wearing a flowy skirt today.

As he slips his hand up higher, he eventually gets between your legs. He smirks when he finds out you're not wearing panties—of which Minho still has. He slowly runs his finger over your folds, feeling how wet you are. Seungmin looks over and grins, seeing what the youngest is doing. He leans over, his head behind yours, to whisper to I.N.

"Having fun, Innie?" He chuckles quietly. You feel your neck flush now as I.N slips his middle finger between your folds, touching your clit roughly. You squeeze your thighs around his hand.

"She's not wearing panties, hyung." He chuckles softly. Seungmin lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, trying not to be too obvious that he and I.N aren't being good. Minho looks your way and raises a brow to you. You shake your head a bit, saying it's ok.

I.N teases and edges you throughout the duration of lunch, the rest of the boys either didn't notice what was going on, or decided to ignore it. You had to fight the urge to moan out, occasionally gripping I.N's arm, trying to ground yourself. As lunch came to a close, the youngest finally took his finger from you, popping his finger into his mouth, licking it clean. He fixes your skirt before placing his hand back on your thigh.

Chan ends up paying for everyone's lunch, the boys all thanking him. One by one, the boys give you a hug and kiss on the cheek, I.N and Seungmin winking at you.

"Lix, you still meeting me at the company today? Unless you need to postpone the meeting?" Chan asks as he comes up next to you, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Yeah, no. I'm still coming down. You've been so busy that I needed to schedule an appointment to see you." Felix teases.

"I know, Lixie. I'm sorry." He pulls him over with his other hand. Gently kissing him, Chan smiles. "I'll see you in an hour?" Felix smiles back, placing a hand on the older’s cheek, he kisses back.

"I'll see you in an hour."

Chan says goodbye to the boys and brings you back to his car, driving back to the company.

"You're going to accompany me to this meeting, ok, princess?" He smiles at you as he parks the car.

"Ok sir. Do I need any paperwork from the office?" You ask, unbuckling yourself.

"Nope. Just your pretty little self, princess." He winks and gets out. You head back up to his office with him until it's time to go meet Felix. You follow him down to the meeting room where Felix was sitting in one of the chairs. He was looking out the large windows of the meeting room. When you enter, his head turns to you and Chan and his face lights up with a bright smile. He immediately gets up and goes to hug you and Chan, the older pecking Felix on the lips.

Felix pecks his lips and looks at you. His brows scrunch a little. "Can I kiss you, Y/n?" You nod shyly and he smiles wide again. He softly cups your face and kisses you softly, his lips carefully moulding to yours. Chan chuckles and locks the door as you wrap your arms around Felix. Watching, he closes the blinds on the windows of the meeting room so that people can't see inside the room.

Felix deepens the kiss, moving his hands down to your waist, he fervently slips his hands up your shirt, grazing his hands across your breasts. You moan softly as his small hands gently massage you through the fabric of your bra. Chan grins and sits in the chair at the head of the table, leaning forward. He rests his head in his hands as he watches you both.

"Princess? Lixie?" Chan sits back in his chair. Felix lets out a deep 'hmm?', not wanting to break the kiss. When you try to pull away, his hands quickly move to your back to keep you close. He mumbles out a 'mine' against your lips. Slipping his tongue into you right after. Your cheeks flush a bit, moaning into his mouth. One hand moves to Felix's hair, grabbing a gentle handful. Chan watches you, an ever growing tent in his pants.

"Felix. Princess." He calls again. Felix groans into your mouth, not wanting to pull away. He kisses you for a moment longer, softly biting your lower lip as he pulls away. He smiles at you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips, shiny from spit, and probably swollen from Felix's kiss. Eyes flicking back to yours, he gently grabs your hand and walks you over to Chan. Chan reaches out for your hand, pulling you to him when you take his. He pulls you into his lap and motions for Felix to sit in the chair next to him.

While Felix and Chris talk, the older man starts pulling your skirt up, just barely enough for Felix to see underneath. He slips a finger between your soaking folds, slowly circling your sensitive nub. You close your eyes and immediately lean back against Chan, head falling back to his shoulder. Felix's eyes shift down to between your legs, his cock twitching in his pants. They go quiet, the only sound in the room is of Chan's fingers in your wet heat.

"Is she still tight, hyung?" Felix asks quietly, his head tilting a bit. He reaches forward and places a hand on your knee. Chan uses his other hand to pull your shirt up more.

"Check for yourself, Lix." Chan smirks. Felix kneels in front of you, between yours and Chan's legs. He keeps one hand on your knee, the other coming up to your sensitive heat.

"Can I ask, though, why she isn't wearing panties?" He asks as he slowly slides two fingers into you, making you moan out.

"Oh, Minho has them." Chan states like it's a normal thing. Felix just nods as he slowly fingers you. He groans out when he feels how tight you are. He picks up his pace before sliding his fingers out of you, immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue. You arch in Chan's arms and moan out, your hands grab onto Felix's head, his hair soft. Felix chuckles into your cunt as he licks and sucks, Chan rubbing your clit faster.

"She still tastes so good, hyung." Felix says, muffled against you. He groans at your taste, licking you fast. You try to arch again but Chan holds you down against him. You moan loudly as you cum on Felix's face. He moans out and licks up your release. He stands up, smiling. His chin is covered in your release. Chan swipes his finger through your folds quickly before sticking it in his mouth.

"You want to continue, princess?" Chan asks you. You nod a little.

"Yes, please, sir." You breathe hard. Felix and Chan both smile. Chan motions for Felix to fuck you. Felix quickly undoes his pants, pulling his cock out and strokes himself slowly.

"Do I need a condom?" He looks at Chan.

"No. Minho is the only one she's slept with since the last time we all saw her." Chan kisses your neck softly. Felix nods and steps between your legs again. He crouches a bit, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in until he bottoms out. You moan, feeling him fill you up.

"Fuck.." Felix whispers, holding your hips. He slowly starts to thrust in you, pulling soft moans from you. "I honestly couldn't stop thinking about you, beautiful. I wish we had exchanged numbers.." He grunts. "Every time I touched myself, I thought about when we were together. I had hoped to see you again.."

You moan out, clenching around him. He groans and grinds into you. Chan chuckles against your skin, softly kissing along your neck as Felix pushes your shirt up. He leans down and kisses your breasts, moving your bra out of the way so he can suck on your hardening buds. You gasp and squirm in Chan's arms. Chan rubs your clit faster, making you moan louder. Felix groans against your breast and fucks into you faster. You grab at Chan's arm as you cum hard around Felix, clenching around his cock.

"Ahh, fuck..I'm..ah..I'm close beautiful." Felix grunts and groans, fucking into you hard and fast. Chan continues rubbing your clit, making you squirm in his hold, cunt clenching around Felix a few more times before the freckled man cums deep inside you. Chan smiles and stops his circling, gently holding you to him. Felix softly kisses along your breast, leaving a few love bites as he lightly trusted into you.

"How do you feel princess? Was going to this meeting worth it?" Chan gently rubs your belly. You nod, letting out a tired, breathy 'yeah'. Chan smiles and kisses your cheek. "Think you have one more in you for me?"

"Y-yes, sir." You slowly lift your head as Felix pulls out of you. You feel Felix's cum dripping out of you. Chan picks you up from his lap and stands, laying you on the meeting table on your side. He undoes his belt and pants, pulling them and his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. Felix groans and sits in a chair, wanting to watch. Chan slowly swipes his fingers through your folds before pushing two fingers inside.

"Let's get this back inside you..can't let Lixie's cum go to waste, can we?" He mumbles as you moan out. He slowly fingers you before pulling out and putting his fingers in his mouth as he lines his cock up with your entrance. You start to open your legs, but Chan uses his other hand to keep them closed. "None of that princess. You don't move a muscle."

He grabs onto his cock and slowly starts to push inside you, stretching you out. He groans loudly as you're much tighter in this position. You moan loudly as he fills you completely. Felix puts a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing your leg as he watches you get filled.

"My beautiful princess..so tight for us.." he places a hand on your hip and starts to slowly thrust into you, pulling out to the tip and slowly pushing back into you to the hilt. You moan his name loudly. "What was that princess? That's not what you call me, now is it?" He smacks your ass hard enough for there to be a sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp and moan out again.

"D-daddy.." You moan out when he grinds into you slowly. "Ahh..please.." Felix looks up at Chan, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So Minho-hyung was right about that? When did you have a daddy kink?" Felix kisses your leg softly.

"Keep it up, Lix, and you're next." Chan looks down at his friend, the statement making Felix blush. "Actually. I don't have any more appointments for the day, do I, princess?" He snaps his hips hard into you, making you gasp.

"N-no, daddy. I don't..think so.." You arch your back, Felix reaches over to gently grasp your breast, playing with your nipple. He leans forward, kissing and biting your neck, leaving a few love bites. Chan fucks into you faster, groaning at how tight you are in this position. When Felix leans back from your neck, Chan leans down to leave a few of his own.

"Good. When we are done here, you're free to go home for the day." He grinds slowly into your cunt as you clench around him, soft whimpers spill from your lips. "Felix and I have a little more to go over." Chan straightens and smirks down at him. Felix's cheeks flush and he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Y-yes sir…yes daddy.." you moan when he starts thrusting harder and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. He looks between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears inside you. When it slides out of you, it's covered in yours and Felix's mixed releases. He groans at the sight, fucking you faster. You moan and arch your back, cunt clenching hard. You moan out 'daddy' loud and cum around Chan.

"Good girl. Daddy's good girl.." he groans out. He fucks you for a little longer before he cums deep inside you, his cock as deep as he can get. He rubs your hip and thigh as Felix was still playing with your breast.

"Daddy's good girl.." you echo quietly. Chan continues thrusting into you slowly for a bit before sliding out of you. Felix grabs the box of tissues in the middle of the table and passes them to Chan. He thanks the younger and gently cleans you up before helping you sit.

"You going to be ok, princess?" He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You nod. "Yeah. Just really tired and hungry." You laugh softly.

"Want me to see if Minho can take you home? I'm sure he won't mind." Chan helps you stand, fixing your clothes and hair.

"No, it's ok. I have to go upstairs and grab my things, too." You smile at the two Australians.

"Thank you for today, beautiful." Felix gently cups your cheeks and places a soft kiss on your lips. You smile and kiss him back softly. You double check to make sure you look decent before leaving the room, relocking the door on your way out.

Chan and Felix watch you leave. As soon as the door shuts, Chan grabs Felix and pulls him close, smashing his lips onto the younger ones. Felix gasps at the suddenness, hands landing on Chan's chest. He kisses Felix deeply and fervently.

"I told you that you're next, Lixie." He undoes the others' pants again and pushes them down. "Off, Lix." He mumbles. Felix immediately takes his shoes off to get his pants off, boxers following soon after. He has Felix sit on the meeting room table as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He pops it open and squirts a small amount on his finger. Felix lays back, a light blush spread across his cheeks.

"Ready, baby boy?" Chan grins down at him.

"Yes, daddy." Felix teases. Chan chuckles and spreads Felix's legs open, bringing his hand down to his ass. He slowly spreads some lube around Felix's hole, the younger shivering a bit from the cold substance. "You couldn't warm it first?" His brows scrunch a little.

"Sorry, mate." Chan says, leaning down to give Felix a quick kiss, he pushes his digit inside him. Felix gasps into the kiss, his mouth opening, allowing Chan to slip his tongue inside. Felix moans as Chan's tongue explores his mouth, finger slipping in and out of him slowly.

Chan groans softly as he adds another finger, carefully preparing him for his cock. Felix breaks from the kiss for air, moaning loudly. Chan straightens his back, smiling at the freckled man. He adds a bit more lube directly to Felix's hole as he adds a third finger. Once he's sure Felix is ready, he takes his fingers out and lubes his cock.

"You ready, baby boy?" Chan presses his tip to Felix's hole, gently prodding it, but not entering him.

Felix nods, a playful smirk on his face. "Fuck me, daddy." Chan playfully growls at him as he slowly pushes his length in. Felix gasps loudly and moans. "Fuuucckk.."

Chan chuckles as he bottoms out, softly rubbing his boyfriend's legs, carefully wrapping them around his waist.

"Good, baby?" He moves his hand down to where his cock slightly bulges Felix’s skin. Felix looks up at Chan, smiling.

"Yeah, excellent, hyung." He watches Chan, eyes full of love. Chan leans down and kisses him deeply, slowly moving his hips, pulling more moans from Felix. The younger moans into Chan's mouth, slipping his own tongue into the older’s mouth. Chan playfully sucks on his tongue as he reaches between them to grab Felix's cock. Chan pulls back from the kiss, slowly stroking Felix as he fucks into him faster.

"I know you came in Y/n not long ago, but think you can cum once more for me?" Chan grunts.

"Y-yeah…" Felix moans out.

"Good boy." Chan smirks and strokes Felix faster, rubbing his thumb over his tip. Chan carefully grinds into Felix's ass, the younger letting out a loud, lewd moan. "Let me know if it's too much, Lixie." The younger one just nods. Chan strokes Felix faster, tightening his grip a little bit. Felix arches his back, his release coming on quick. He gasps and moans louder as he cums, strings of white landing on his stomach and Chan's hand.

The older groans at the sight, he continues stroking Felix as he thrusts deeper into him, his cock twitching inside his boyfriend, his own release coming.

"Fuck..you ready Felix?" Chan groans out.

"Yes..fuck..fill me, please hyung." Felix moans loudly. Chan growls a bit and thrusts as deep as he can go, cumming into him. He groans loudly, pulling Felix up carefully into his arms. He kisses him soft but deep. Felix wraps his arms around Chan's neck, kissing him back. They stay like that for a moment before Felix pulls back, both men breathing heavily.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then I want you to go home and take a nice relaxing bath, ok?" He kisses Felix's nose, a soft smile on his lips.

"Of course, hyung. I love you."

"I love you too, baby boy."

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[ihanflwr]

YEA MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL - nishimura riki (pt.2)

part 1 is here

IN WHERE; you try to make your ex, riki, jealous. it doesn't work out the best for you.

genre: a tinyyy bit angsty, fluff

warning: a little bit of cursing, suggestiveness, underage drinking.

not proofread! 🙆🏾‍♀️

it's 5:30 AM on a monday, and you can barely keep your eyes open. you lazily shift over to your vanity and rub your eyes.

you usually didn't wear makeup, but you decided to switch it up today. you look down at your uniform, realizing how wrinkly it is. you groan and just wear a hoodie to cover it up.

after finishing your makeup, you get out the house and walk to school. it was usually tradition to walk to school with winter, sunoo, and sometimes woonhak, but today you just needed some space.

that was until you heard a familiar, booming voice and a bunch of footsteps scurrying towards you. you stop in your tracks and sigh.

"noona!" woonhak calls out. you turn around and flash him a fake smile. he walks over with his other friends: myungjae, taesan, leehan, sungho, riwoo.

(more under cut)

"i haven't seen you in forever!" he catches up to you and puts a hand around your shoulder, practically suffocating you.

"you just saw me yesterday," you squeak, pushing him away to catch your breath.

"why'd you end the party so abruptly like that?" riwoo asks, a look of faux dissapointment on his face.

"i was just.. overwhelmed," you mumble. "nothing too serious."

"y/n, we all know you and riki broke up. quit the act," taesan blurts out. your eyes widen. myungjae hits taesan on the back.

"we agreed not to talk about that!" he whisper shouts.

"it's okay, i dont mind," you lie. you actually did mind a lot. why was riki going around telling everyone your business? "who told you we broke up?"

"if you're asking that, you obviously mind," sungho mumbles.

"riki told us," leehan confesses. you nod. of course.

"okay, good to know," you say, speeding up so you can get to school quicker. woonhak calls after you once again but you ignore him, your sole focus on getting to school.

riki was on the school's swim team for some reason, so they were always the first ones at school to practice. he used to always complain to you and say how much he wanted to quit, but his parents never let him.

after a lot of walking, you finally make it to the school's indoor swimming pool. you never realized how hot the guys on the swim team were. they all had somewhat toned bodies, making you want to faint right then and there.

but no, you had a mission to complete.

usually, a group of 3 girls or so would sit on the bleachers and just watch the swim team practice just so they could ogle over their muscles. you look over at the girls and spot a familiar face.

rei.

has ni-ki really moved on that quickly? you bite your lip angrily. however, that's not the point. you approach the team captain, anton, and tap him on the shoulder.

"what's up?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. it kinda annoyed you how quiet he was sometimes.

(its js for the plot i love him i swear��)

"do you think i could talk to riki real quick?" you ask and he stares at you hesitantly.

"we're kinda in the middle of something right now.." he scratches the back of his neck.

"please. its an emergency."

"uhm--"

"don't make me beg. i just need to talk to him for like two seconds." you urge, holding up two fingers. he sighs and almost rolls his eyes, blowing his whistle.

"riki, y/n needs to talk to you." anton then turns to look at you. "if he's gone for too long, my coach will kill me. make it quick."

you nod and look over at ni-ki who dries himself off with a towel and slips on a t-shirt. he walks over to you, his hair still wet. you must admit, he looks so good right now. he gestures at a door and you guys walk out. he immediately lets out a yelp at the cold air.

he crosses his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. "hey."

"hi.." you say awkwardly. he doesn't make eye contact with you. honestly, you lowkey forgot what you even wanted to talk about, so you just start stalling.

"have you already moved on?" you ask. riki raises an eyebrow and glares at you. he shakes he head.

"no, but why do you care?" he's shivering slightly.

"i don't," here you go with the lying again.

"why'd you block me?" he asks abruptly.

"i thought it would be the best if i didn't talk to you," you say quietly.

"you're talking to me right now," he pokes his cheek with his tongue.

"do you like rei?" you ask, and you immediately regret it. he groans.

"you're seriously still going on about this?" he hated how stubborn you were.

"is she the reason we broke up?" you're practically interrogating him at this point.

"no, we broke up because you act like this," he snaps. you finally meet his eyes. now there's just an awkward silence that washes on you two.

anton pops his head outside and is also visibly uncomfortable from how cold it is.

"hurry up before i get scolded by my coach," he warns. without further notice, ni-ki walks back inside without even saying a word. anton looks at you worriedly but doesn't question it, heading back inside as well.

you gulp and slowly turn around, heading to the main campus. you just embarassed yourself even more.

5th period

your head is resting on your arms as you look out the window. your teacher is yapping about ancient China, and his voice is annoyingly monotone.

the way the trees sway in the wind is so peaceful, you could fall asleep. your eyes slowly start to shut. your seatmate, riki, nudges you but you ignore it.

"y/n, wanna tell me what dynasty started foot binding?" your teacher demands. riki whispers the answer in your ear.

"tang," you mumble without confidence, but suprisingly, you were correct. your teacher sighs.

"good job, but make sure you're paying attention," he mumbles. you nod. he goes back to yapping and you look over at riki. you want to thank him but remember you're supposed to be mad at him right now, so you put your focus back to the front of the room.

after what feels like hours, the bell finally rings, dismissing everyone to go to lunch. everyone scurries out of their desks and basically sprints over to the cafeteria. you search the classroom for winter and she grins, interlocking fingers with you.

“he still has feelings for you,” she says with a cheeky smirk. you tilt your head at her and you two begin walking to the cafeteria.

“why, because he gave me the answer..?” you raise an eyebrow.

“no, he was staring so hard at you while you were taking a nap!” she squeals. you roll your eyes.

“did you forget the plan? i need to make him jealous first before i consider other factors.”

“you’re actually about to listen to sunoo?” her eyes widen. “shit, okay then.”

at lunch, you, winter, woonhak and his friends sat around the table eating and gossiping. sunoo was sitting with riki and his friends.

“don’t you think you’re being too harsh?” sungho asks.

“no, she’s being reasonable,” taesan retorts. “if i were her, i would do worse.”

“guys, i’m over it now. chill.” you say, taking a bite out of your beef onigiri. everyone at the table side eyes you. “what?”

“you are NOT over him.” winter snorts.

“shut up,” you gently smack her. “is that 7-11 down the street still hiring?” winter looks at you and smirks.

“uh yeah, why?” riwoo asks. winter turns to riwoo and grins.

“she’s trying to make riki jealous, and apparently a lot of hot guys work at the 7-11.” says winter.

“i could’ve said that myself but okay,” you mumble.

“oh, i work there,” leehan says casually, “just fake date me.” you almost choke on your food. you wipe some sauce off your lips and stare at leehan.

“huh?”

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to, obviously,” he chuckles nervously.

“you’re a bit too eager,” myungjae teases, causing him to get flicked on the forehead by leehan.

“n-no, i’ll do it!” jesus christ, why were you stuttering so hard. leehan does that charming smile and nods.

“i’ll put in a good word for you,” he says.

“thanks..” you awkwardly look back down at your food. everyone at the table exchanges glances with each other.

“anyways!” woonhak exclaims. “who’s excited for our field trip to the beach?!” he starts to clap.

“woonhaks, that’s in two months,” taesan replies.

“am i not allowed to be excited?” woonhak shouts. you have to plug your ears from how loud he is.

“no, you’re not.” taesan says.

“y’all are so mean to my son,” myungjae whines, hugging woonhak.

“exactly!” woonhak pouts. you were able to drown out all the bickering and conversations with just your thoughts. you can’t stop thinking about leehan. you shake your head. you can’t fall for one of your best friends. plus, you never liked him before, why are you crushing on him all the sudden? winter notices you tweaking out and chuckles.

“you good?” she pats your back. you nod and go back to silently munching on your lunch.

after school

thanks to the good word leehan put in for you, you were able to immediately start working.

the whole day, you were so sleepy. you groggily scan the customer's items, your eyes threatning to shut. leehan comes behind you and pats your back.

"i can take over for now, hm?" he suggests, rubbing your back. he was alresdy taking this fake dating thing so seriously.

just as you were about to agree, the bell chimes, meaning a customer walked in the store. you look over and see RIKI AND REI. you rub your temples.

"is everything okay?" he asks, concerned.

"i can handle it for now. just, stay here with me." you say, looking up at him. he nods, still a bit confused.

you finish scanning the customer's items and you watch closely as riki and rei choose snacks for each other, gigling. you narrow your eyes.

"so that's why you wanted to me stay here?" leehan asks and chuckles. you nod.

after a while, they finally approach the cash register and place their stuff. just as rei is ahout to pull out her wallet, ni-ki already does it.

"stop that, i can pay for myself," rei pouts and hands you her card. riki shakes his head and also hands you his card.

"i'll pay, its fine."

"noo! its the least i can doo~" she whines.

"don't worry about it, you can pay me ba--"

"shut the fuck up and make up your mind already!" you snap. their eyes widen, and the air is thick. leehan gently pushes you away and bows.

"sorry about that," he laughs nervously, taking ni-ki's card and handing rei's card back to her.

after ringing them up and they leave the store, leehan turns to you.

"are you planning on already getting yourself fired?" he asks calmly. how was he being so gentle with you after you just caused a scene?

"i'm sorry.." you look down. he can tell you're starting to get upset and he gets closer to you. he hugs you, patting your head.

"it's okay, the shift is almost over," he reassures you. you two didn't even realize woonhak snickering and snapping pictures of you guys. leehan notices him and he gasps.

"when did you get here?" you quickly escape from leehan's grasp, standing as far away from him as you can.

"how did you guys not see me?" he laughs obnoxiously. you grab a random item and throw it him, causing him to let out an "ouch!".

"if you're not gonna buy anything, get out," leehan says trying to sound stern, but he can't hold back his smile.

"will y'all give me a discount?" he asks, rubbing his hands together.

"hell nah, get out." you say, your face still burning up.

"okay, okay.." he leaves the store. you and leehan lock eyes and burst out laughing.

after taking the bus home, you lay down on your bed (you changed into fresh pjs dw) and immediately text leehan.

fishdaddy: good job at work today!

y/n: i actually did horrible but thx anyways☹️🩷

fishdaddy: noo its great for your first time!

fishdaddy: you'll get better with more practice

y/n: why thank you

fishdaddy: np

fishdaddy: wanna walk with me and my friends to school tmrw?

y/n: sure i'll check in with winter

fishdaddy: okay!

you start to kick your feet in excitement before remembering it's all fake. you sigh and text winter.

y/n: is it okay if i walk with leehan and in his friendd in the morning

wifey: ofc! i can walk with giselle

y/n: okay great!!

wifey: have fun ;)

wifey: actually dont have TOO much fun 😶

y/n: 😨

~ part 3 will arive shortly ~

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Day 1: Non sexual intimacy @bucktommyfluffebruary

I'm already a day behind and it's only day 2 🤦‍♀️ But I'm still planning on doing the full 28 days.

(whether or not they'll be posted within the next 27 days however remains to be seen)

A lover's touch (AO3)

Tommy takes care of Buck after he gets discharged from hospital in 8x05

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"You don't have to do all this." Buck insisted as Tommy helped him into his truck. He'd just gotten discharged from hospital, with a prescription for painkillers and doctor's orders to take it easy for at least a few days.

One of the nurses had given him scrubs to wear after Tommy had insisted he couldn't put his uniform back on "It's covered in pumpkin guts, Evan.", and he'd reluctantly agreed, and carefully gotten changed in a bathroom, despite Tommy reminding him it wasn't like he'd never seen him in his underwear before.

"And how would you get home if I didn't?" Tommy asked, pulling Buck from his thoughts.

"I could've just gotten an Uber..."

"Oh, sure. You want me to just... leave you here, go home, wait for you to get home with your paid ride, then drive over to your place to see how you're doing - wait, would I be allowed to come over? Or would you just text me to tell me you're fine?" Tommy deadpanned.

Buck rolled his eyes and let Tommy fasten his seatbelt while mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like "bitch"

Tommy ignored him and gave his knee a quick squeeze, before closing the door and jogging to the other side of his truck and getting behind the wheel.

"Your place or mine?" He asked as he started the engine.

"Mine." Buck sighed. "I want to get out of these scrubs and I don't have old sweats and hoodies at yours. I only bring my sexy clothes when I'm staying over." he said, trying to sound less like a petulant child and more like the hot sexy man he wanted Tommy to see him as.

"Alright, yours it is." Tommy laughed a little and pulled out of the hospital parking lot. "Do you mind if we stop for food or did you want to attempt to cook with that shoulder?" he quickly glanced at his boyfriend, eyebrow raised, daring him to deny that wasn't exactly what he was planning.

"Only if we can get a greasy burger and fries. I'm done being healthy for today."

"Deal."

By the time they got to Buck's loft and had something to eat, he was feeling more and more grimy and restless in the uncomfortable scrubs.

How medical staff could wear those all day every day he'd never know.

Tommy was clearing up after their meal and had started a load of laundry, and had been waiting on Buck's hand and foot since the moment they'd walked through the door.

It was sweet but also a bit frustrating. Buck was used to taking care of himself, he hadn't had anyone fluff his pillow or adjust his blanket since he was a kid and Maddie used to read him a story before bed.

"Are you comfortable enough in that chair? Do you want an extra pillow? I think you can have more painkillers in about half an hour if you need them."

"No, no I'm ok. I just... kinda feel gross. I think I’m just going to take a shower. I feel like I'm still covered in pumpkin guts."

"I can assure you, you're not. You look just like you did when we woke up this morning." Tommy told him.

"oh great, so I look like I just woke up." Buck complained.

Tommy smiled but decided not to take the bait.

"Yep. Cute, a little pouty, and very kissable." he said and kissed Buck to prove his point. "Do you need any help with that shower?"

"I can wash myself, Tommy, I'm not an invalid."

"No, but you currently only have one fully functioning arm, and the doctor said not to lift it above your head for at least a few days."

"I'll be fine." Buck said a little too harshly, and immediately felt bad. "I'll let you know if I need help."

Tommy nodded.

"Sure. You know where to find me."

He went upstairs to find something more comfortable to wear, and smiled at the sight of one of Tommy's cut off hoodies and his spare charger on what had become his side of the bed.

They were going on six months together and things were going well. He was happy and settled in a way he hadn't felt since... pretty much ever, and he hoped Tommy felt the same.

He debated stealing Tommy's hoodie, but decided to go for something that would keep his shoulder somewhat warm. Warm and cold compresses is what he vaguely remembered the doctor saying. He'd been slightly preoccupied with the curse, as well as wanting to look good for Tommy, and hoping Eddie wouldn't rat him out for practically yanking off the hospital gown when Tommy texted to ask what room he was in.

Suddenly noises from the TV drifted up to the bedroom and it made him happy to know Tommy felt comfortable enough in his space to make himself at home, and doing something as mundane as switching on the TV.

He grabbed some clean clothes and made his way to the downstairs bathroom, pausing to press a kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head as a way of apology for snapping at him earlier.

He'd planned to quickly undress and wash the day off of himself, only the quick part, he realised once he'd turned on the water and tried to get the scrub top off without hurting his shoulder more, would not be happening.

He spent a good fifteen minutes twisting himself into crazy positions and jumping around his bathroom until he'd finally managed to get the top off. He was red in the face and slightly out of breath, but he figured at least the water would be warm and relaxing.

He stepped under the spray, tipped his head back against the shower wall to let the warm water run over his face, and felt himself relax. His prickly mood from before as well as the embarrassment of getting hurt on the job in such a stupid way washing off him and disappearing down the drain.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and moved the wet hair off his face, grabbing the shampoo from the little shelf in the corner. He squirted some in his hand on auto pilot, only to then realise he couldn't lift his arm high enough to actually rub it into his hair.

He awkwardly moved it to his good hand, but then quickly found out washing your hair with one hand was no easy feat. He bent down so he could use his injured arm too, but the movement tugged on his sore shoulder too much and when stars appeared in front of his eyes, he stood up and gave up.

He rinsed the shampoo off his hands and out of his hair as best he could, and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Tom?" he said softly after opening the bathroom door. "Tommy?"

The other man was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, while some sitcom played on the TV. He looked up at the sound of his name.

"Evan? Are you alright?"

"I uh... think I might need some help after all... i-if you don't mind..."

"Of course not. Tell me what you need." Tommy replied, dropping his phone on the table and walking over to him.

"I uh... tried to wash my hair... b-but it's not going so well with one hand."

"Good thing I have two then." Tommy smiled and gently steered him back into the bathroom. "Give me two seconds. You go ahead and get in the shower."

Buck did as he was told and got back under the warm water and watched his boyfriend quickly strip before joining him.

It was somewhat of a tight fit for two men of their size, but neither exactly hated being close to each other.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought of showering with you." Buck joked, trying to distract himself from feeling completely helpless.

"Next time." Tommy promised and pressed a small kiss to his lips. "Just relax and let me take care of you." he said while squirting some shampoo in his hands and gently massaging it into Buck's hair.

As much as he'd hated asking for help, having Tommy take care of him like this felt like heaven.

He'd known Tommy's hands were magic and could make him feel amazing, but never like this, never outside the bedroom.

"I wish I had one of those stools for the shower" Buck mused as Tommy gently started washing his body. "I'd never leave this bathroom."

"I have one at my place. I got it a few years ago after I sprained my ankle getting out of the chopper."

"You mean you fell out?" Buck teased. He'd gotten to know Tommy's crew over the past few months, and they loved sharing embarrassing stories from Tommy's probie days at Harbor.

"It had been raining! Everything was wet and slippery!" Tommy protested.

"And you tripped over your own feet trying to get back into the hangar."

"Who told you that? Melton? Tess? O'Neil? Donato wasn't there yet, so it wasn't her."

"I have my sources."

"It was Sal wasn't it? I should never have introduced you. He's banned from ever talking to you again." Tommy said, only half joking. He turned off the water and quickly wrapped a towel around himself, before doing the same to Buck and gently drying him off.

"Maybe it wasn't Sal, maybe it was someone else."

Tommy stopped what he was doing and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

"Maybe I should ban all of them from ever speaking to you again. Or monitor the conversation so they won't spread lies about me."

"It's not a lie if it's true." Buck teased, sore shoulder forgotten.

"Yeah, yeah, see if I fly you into a hurricane again." Tommy mock threatened. "You can get Donato to do it next time."

"Hopefully there will never be a next time." Buck said, letting Tommy push him to lean back against the sink and helping him put a pair of sweats on. "But maybe we can take a trip together? We could go to Vegas. It's not really fair that you flew Eddie there but you've never taken me."

"You don't like MMA." Tommy argued, mildly distracted trying to find a way to get Evan's hoodie on without hurting his shoulder.

"There are other things we could do in Vegas, aren't there? We could go to a casino... or see a show... or... go see Elvis."

Tommy frowned.

"Graceland? That's not in Vegas..." he trailed off as confusion made way for realisation. "Oh... you mean... Elvis. A chapel."

"Well... Maybe not just yet... but... eventually... maybe? Would that be something... you... would like... one day?"

Tommy tugged Buck's hoodie over his head and gently guided his arms through the sleeves.

"Get married? By Elvis? In Vegas?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I don't know about the Elvis part... but the rest..." He paused and bit his lip, looking almost shy and as un-Tommy as Buck had ever seen him. "Yeah... yeah that sounds pretty good."

[lovely080222]

Caitlyn Kiramman and the Crown 

Caitlyn Kiramman has the most interesting arc from both seasons. From a morally idealistic character to a morally nuanced protagonist. 

Being the daughter of a counselor and a doctor, Caitlyn Kiramman has a mantle of a kingdom on her shoulders that has yet to sink in during S1. Therefore, Caitlyn went her way to become an enforcer, despite her parents’ approval. Enhance why her color scheme is purple.

But before that, we need to remember that this woman survived an explosion at a young age, while helping her friend, to which considers her brother, and it’s her parents’ protege, Jayce Talis. Carrying equipment for his investigation, in which she dropped, warning the others (Vi & Co.) that were inside the studio apartment. This was unintentional from her part, however, it marks a significant part of her story is. 

Caitlyn could have always said, “Mother, Jayce put me in danger, therefore, we shouldn’t trust him” after that accident. But she doesn’t. Why? It all comes down to one thing 

Power. 

Caitlyn, even as a child, understands power. The power that she has and how it can be used. Obviously, she doesn’t understand it completely, but she does in a surface level to not say something along the lines “I want him out of our lives.” 

Because of that and other reasons, her mother Cassandra Kiramman tries to help her protegé, though it was futile since Jayce screwed himself, but that’s on another analysis. 

Now, Caitlyn is a sheltered kid. Meaning that she has been put in this golden bubble for her ‘safety’ and content. Thanks to that, Caitlyn has an idealistic view of the world that surrounds her. Meaning her words “I’m a miss fit too, I suppose.” Talk about her nativity in life but also she might not be afraid to step out of the comfort zone.

And due to that, she signs up to be an enforcer, regardless of what her parents, especially her mother, thought of it.

Caitlyn wanted to see the REAL world and protect it, put the vision she has, just like Grayson did. Next time we see her, in S1, she is in her uniform in front of a tent (under instructions of Sheriff Marcus and her mother) which seems irritated by it.

When the attack happened, for amusement and wanting to be useful, and not being posted in a tent which we all know her mother didn’t need protection, Caitlyn partook the investigation that Marcus was avoiding to get It detail. Especially after the explosion that happened in that same night.

Marcus seeing the threat and determination of Miss Caitlyn I walk through everything because I feel the need to check on it Kiramman and her parents’ concern of her being on the field, they make the decision to cut her loose from being an enforcer.

Caitlyn knowing this through Jayce, is furious by this. After he made his proposal of her working for him in his ministry of security. In which, out of entitlement, sense of curiosity, justice and idealistic morality, she starts to investigate on her own. Using her resources, her power.

Once Caitlyn gets to Stillwater, pretending to still be an enforcer, with the purpose of talking to the witness. When she finds out that her witness for the case is injured by an inmate, asks who it is. Obviously the guard knows who she is, or more like, who her parents are. He gave the intel on who was, which leads to Caitlyn to ask them questions.

When she finds out who it is and gets to their cell, Caitlyn starts to interrogate her. Her is Vi, inmate 516. In this scene, Caitlyn doesn’t ask indirect questions, she is very open on what she is looking for and doesn’t hesitate on questioning it. And Vi, deviates them. While Caitlyn, who expects answers immediately (part of it is part of being spoiled other is that she is a police woman), grows frustrated until Vi mentions a name. Silco.

Caitlyn, on detective mode and desperate for answers, crosses the red line, deciding to maybe I should trust her. Caitlyn shows Vi her evidence, and demands the answers that she was looking for, however she is presented with a problem. She needs to release Vi to gather the prof she needs to state her case to the Sheriff.

Caitlyn knowing her sources, she takes advantage of them. Using Jayce’s name to get Vi out. Why not her mother’s? Logically, because they would question her mother, risking her to intervene in her investigation. Caitlyn understands that she has to play dirty to get what she wants.

Now, let’s cover the scene. The parkour scene. Caitlyn is a ‘proper lady’, raised in the environment of class, manners and politeness. Meaning that the moves that Vi did, Caitlyn would never pulled them off, especially with the attire that she had, which is her regular uniform as a guard. This showcases the differences between with their upbringing and the striking nature of both of them.

Later, Caitlyn, obviously not trusting Vi, questions her at every walking moment. Her mistrust comes from a lot of things, one she is a zaunite, she must be someone who is completely accustomed to trouble and, that she is a stranger. That trust almost happens when she saves Vi from Sevika, but other than that, she doesn’t know Vi to just jump to her and say: ”save me”.

That’s why when Caitlyn attempts to make a joke about the last drop: “looks like that place has bodies buried in there.” Vi lashes out to her, portraying a boundary and shut her off. Personally, I found it funny but that’s because my humor is somewhat twisted.

Now the legendary sapphic scene ever: the cupcake scene. For obvious reasons, Caitlyn is unsure of where and what to do, giving an opportunity for Vi to rizz her up and distract her for a minute or two. In Caitlyn’s point of view, she is concerned that she might be out of her comfort zone. In this scenario, she has no control of how things are going to play. But once as we later see, she becomes a huntress, her real nature.

Caitlyn is a hunter, she knows her prey and its surroundings. She knows how to play those cards once she is ahead. We see this too when she tries to cause the collapse of the old house when Silco found them.

But when it came down to Jinx, Caitlyn looses that control, why? Vi. At this point in the story, even though is not an open feeling, but Caitlyn cares for Vi, not romantically (yet but there is a tension) but cares enough for her to want to protect her and help in ways that she can. And because of that we end up with Ekko and the firelights.

Now, covering the discussions that Caitlyn has had with various characters about the war morality, in which Caitlyn has an idealistic view and Ekko has a more aggressive one. This also happens in the meeting with the council, in which Jayce takes an aggressive approach while Caitlyn takes a more idealistic solution. Both of this cause an effect on how things are going to proceed, for the better of the worse.

One, it was a wake up call for Caitlyn when she discussed with Ekko about the stone. It made her realize the issues within the city and the fucked situation that was going on. While with Jayce and council, it was running in circles nonstop, the council mostly being blind and pinning every problem to the zaunites while Caitlyn and Vi were trying to make them aware of the issues that they caused.

With the attack caused by Jinx and Vi coming back to her despite Vi wanting to help her sister, just for later after the meeting with the council was a failure, the concept of oil and water comes up. Caitlyn is water, purity and pristine, something that we see that it disappoints her but also frustrates her, she now realizing that not only she trust Vi, she loves her. And just when she comes to that awakening, she is kidnapped by Jinx.

From what we see on screen, Jinx might have spooked Caitlyn so much that she is deeply terrified but also worried once she sees that Vi is there too. And in a desperate attempt to protect Vi, she makes a bold move, trying to kill Jinx. But since Jinx in enhanced and Vi pleaded her not to kill Jinx, it was a futile effort that ended up her being knocked out and without a mother.

Grief can change a person, and that’s what happened to Caitlyn Kiramman. After the bomb attack, Caitlyn looses control (all of it). But that control is loose slowly. At first, it starts with her emotions when she hugs Vi, the second is when Vi rejects being an enforcer and third is in the memorial attack.

“I had the shot”

But she regains it, however is not into the Caitlyn that we know. No. Caitlyn is not just Caitlyn, she is a Kiramman. Caitlyn is claiming that identity, transforming into her counterpart, a part that has been there, her powerhouse tactic. The ruthless hunter.

“It’s the Kiramman name…it bewitches people”

“I’m a con decorated officer. Leader of House Kiramman. Address me with respect or keep your mouth shut.”

The crown is in the tip of her head, signifying the world and the burden that now she carries. And with every single action that she does the more she fits into that crown. And cover the next point, the separation.

Through Caitlyn’s eyes, Vi betrayed her. How? By her not letting shut Jinx. Let’s face it, Caitlyn had the shot, again. It brings us back to S1, EP9. But this is another detail that I noticed.

���This isn’t on own terms.”

This confrontation, is not on Caitlyn’s nor Vi’s terms, is on Jinx’s. Meaning that neither the plans nor the intentions aligned to either original plans. Caitlyn wanted to bring Jinx to justice, but also it transformed into a seed of vengeance with a strong desire to kill her. Vi, out of guilt and having a moral compass, joins the enforcers to shut down Jinx, only to find herself in a torn situation. And Jinx, had intentions to kill all, whether it was her or Vi, her plans end up being jinxed by Isha but she has what she wanted, a fight.

Now having this in mind, Caitlyn is desperate to make amends, to put the criminal that killed her mother in misery now being stopped by not only the sister of said criminal but also the love of her life. That is where her rage comes from after S2 EP3. She loves Vi but she needs to be the Kiramman Piltover needs. Caitlyn needs Jinx out of the picture. And every reminder of her, and one of them is Vi.

When we see Caitlyn back in Piltover, she has changed. She is in the Kiramman persona. Ruthless hunter and politician with a sense of violent justice, which now will be fueled and shaped by Ambessa Medarda.

How will that happen? Simple. Make Kiramman a Commander.

In next episodes, we know months have passed. Caitlyn is having sex with Maddie Nolan, part of her filling the shoes of being Kiramman and trying to avoid her deep emotions about certain someone (cough Vi cough). From this moment one, we can notice her “relationship” with Nolan is strictly out of control than out of love. And let’s be honest, Caitlyn never trusted Maddie with her emotions only her concerns about her ruling, nothing else. It can beg the question that maybe Caitlyn might have been aware that Nolan was up to something.

By the time of EP4 and EP6, we see Caitlyn shift again, however, more into what we knew of her. Caitlyn starts questioning Ambessa’s methods.

“Why peace is always the justification for violence?”

She is opening her eyes, from our point of view. However, we can see a barrier between Caitlyn and Ambessa from the Paint The Town Blue montage. And Caitlyn’s questioning goes further and bolder after confirming her suspicions of Singed.

Now, the scene with Singed and her new found information, Caitlyn comes to two realizations: one, Singed is bad, but she can understand and sympathize with his reasons. And two, this is the same reason why she did what she did.

"...For love"

Let’s take on account what happened from S1 to S2. Caitlyn loves her job, and believed in a system that Grayson (her mentor and someone who seems she trusted in) practiced. Later, through the same job, Caitlyn meets the love of her life, Vi. Then her mother dies trying to protect the person she loves from her sister. Failing at it because of the same reason, love. Later Caitlyn proposed to Vi to be part of the enforcers, out of love and protectiveness. Because Caitlyn doesn’t want Vi to die trying to get to her sister. She doesn’t want Vi to suffer if she is the one that ends up dead.

Using the Grey was out of vengeance and need to protect Piltover from Jinx, but it was rooted out of love for her mother, despite their differences. It was always bout love.

And that makes Caitlyn Kiramman interesting. She does have morals, ideals and beliefs overall good, however, her means are understandable at best and questionable at worst. She comes to this conclusion when she meets Singed and confronted him. 

Which is why, seeing the dark turns she took because of it, Caitlyn knows she has to set the record straight. But it wasn’t her time to strike, she is a huntress after all, she has a timing for everything. And during her fight-training with Ambessa wasn’t one of them, neither when she was with Ambessa in her office. 

That is the reason why the Grey was used in sections instead of just doing in all of Zaun. Yes, if we go to our laws, it is a war crime. But we know that the options given for Caitlyn to act on was a full scale invasion, which no one, even Zaun, was ready for. Or, Caitlyn using the gas and having a strike team to terminate Jinx and the remaining of Shimmer and its distributors in strategic attacks, and lowering the numbers on casualties. 

Taking this in consideration, that is how why see Caitlyn outside of the tents when Vi is following Singed. Caitlyn had knew she needed to do something before Ambessa acquired Warwick. 

Caitlyn betrays Ambessa, not just because of Vi, but because Caitlyn knows that the path that Ambessa is taking ain’t it. Caitlyn’s plan to attack is completed once Vi is in the picture. 

Which is one step ahead to amend the things that she did. And what is it? Hurting Vi and everything she believed in, in order to pursuit a vain justice. In order to become a Kiramman and not Caitlyn Kiramman. 

Now, EP8 had a lot of things going on with her character, but it all boils down to her taking a step forward from her grief and live, even if she ends up heartbroken in the process. Caitlyn knows that she messed up, between her and Vi, and everything else. For doing what she thought was right, for letting Ambessa take control of almost everything of Piltover. 

“We can’t erase our mistakes”

“No amount of good deeds can undo OUR CRIMES” 

Caitlyn is holding herself in the same standard that she does with Jinx. She considers her and Jinx criminals because she knows that she had committed crimes in order to do good, or the good that she thought she was doing. 

And that is the reason why she lets Vi decide what to do with Jinx. Despite knowing by law that she shouldn’t. She trusts Vi with that decision than herself. Caitlyn can’t forget what happened to her mother, even if she made her mind into forgiving Jinx. Therefore, she rather lose Vi in the process of letting Vi choose her sister than lose Vi again for Caitlyn choosing for her.

We know the outcome, in another analysis I’ll explain further the importance of this scene, but this not the one. However, I’ll briefly talk her point of view.

Caitlyn wasn’t shocked but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t think of that possibility. In this moment, Caitlyn is seeing Vi vulnerable and truthful about it for what it feels the first time. Now Caitlyn has the decision if to let Vi drift away with herself deprecating or she clarifies that this was her intention all along.

And Caitlyn does the latter, she chose to tell Vi that it was okay. She wasn’t mad at her, She knew this would happen and that she wanted the decision to be from Vi. And for that reason she does tell Vi briefly about Maddie, just for Vi to shut her off.

“Cait…I don’t fucking care”

And Caitlyn loves Vi so much that she would let her go in other for Vi to be happy. That is why she felt remorse when she saw Vi’s wound. Again, regretting what she did to her. But we know what happened next.

Finally, the battle. Caitlyn fights Ambessa, with disadvantage because she was stabbed by Ambessa and Maddie knocked her out. Even with that, she had to try, again her huntress side came out. But now is not about her seeing and strategically attacking the prey, Caitlyn is doing an offense impulsively with direct and “desperate” attacks (Vi must have rob to her, somehow).

But the thing is, they weren’t. She knew the aim was Ambessa’s stones. That was the prey Caitlyn was after. And she did it, thanks to Mel’s aid. But the cost? Her eye.

This goes back to the principals of combat that Ambessa taught her. Sacrifice. And that is what she did.

Now, Maddie’s betrayal didn’t affect Caitlyn as much as anyone would think of. Of course Caitlyn might have been disappointed but she clearly wasn’t surprised at all but the revelation. Again, Caitlyn wasn’t full open to Maddie in ways that she is with Vi.

Caitlyn must have given up her seat at the council and started anew. With Vi. Who she asked if she was willing to be with her, and fighting along side her if it came down to it. Caitlyn is asking out of vulnerability, she knows that this is only the beginning of a new era they might face. She knows that despite all, Caitlyn has to face new things that are outside of her.

“Are you still in this fight, Violet?”

“I’m the dirt under your nails, cupcake…nothings gonna clean me out.”

References:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7p33fNI6_DY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDDT924nbSw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gJ2vC1wY0o

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✦ ‘if you ask an axolotl…’

⤷ synopsis : you figured out the best way to put shoto to sleep in seconds.

⤷ a/n : a quick drabble, just to try and get myself writing again (i knew this would happen), but this is based off of that one axolotl song on tiktok. if you don’t know what i’m talking about, i mean this. it’s been stuck in my head for way too long and i swear, it silences every thought i have.

⤷ warnings : fluff, not proofread (nothing is proofread anymore, i can’t be bothered for that shit), on that note i have no idea if this makes sense because it’s late, shoto’s essentially just a big baby, i feel like he’d have no idea around lullabies, poor baby didn’t get any growing up, i don’t know what else to put here, have fun

‘there’s an axolotl on the pink— stairs. is an axolotl supposed to be— there? if you ask an axolotl, if they’ll be back tomorrow…’ was all that would run through your head. you could be doing anything; trying to clean, working, trying to sleep, every day tasks, and that damn, soothing-ass song would be engrained into your brain.

you’d find yourself singing it out loud at the most random times, too. watching tv? making dinner? showering? a pink axolotl was mentioned in at least every thought of yours. and now it consumed shoto’s too.

the first time he’d heard you find the video, it was late at night. both of you were trying to sleep, and he was watching you as you scrolled on tiktok endlessly. it’s not like he was tired—yea, he knew he should probably be asleep, but it’s not like it was too late, and it’s not like he was fighting to keep his eyes open either. but the minute the second line played? he was out like a light.

he’d woken up feeling so utterly refreshed, still laying in the same position he fell asleep in—on his side right beside you, his chin still on your shoulder. this was the best sleep he’s had in days, weeks even, and he kept trying to figure what he did differently. was it because you were there? no, you were always there, always asleep next to him. was it because you washed his hair for him that day? yea, it gets him relaxed, but you’ve done it countless times and he’s never got these results. so what was it that was different?

and then he heard you singing it for the next week, and every time you did in that soft, gentle voice of yours, clearly mirroring the tone of the video, he’d find himself yawning. he’d find that his mind would clear of any thoughts and suddenly, he was losing his focus in the best, most needed way possible. soon enough, he chalked it up to it being the song, but he’d never understand why.

days later, he’d ask for you to ‘play that song’. you were confused the first time, wondering whatever he meant, but when he loaded up the short track on your phone and he fell asleep immediately, you quickly caught on. and just as quick as you caught on, it turned into a weapon even quicker.

you get into a silly little argument about some small thing you both know is stupid? in the middle of him talking, you’re playing the video and he’s quick to shut up.

“love, that’s not fair. that’s my kryptonite, you know tha—” his sentences would always be cut off by a yawn (the man probably ended up pavlov-ing himself because he’d use it to fall asleep so often) and you’d just stand there with a cocky smirk, trying your hardest not to laugh, whilst he glared at you.

you need him to do something and he decides to be an asshole and say no? ‘there’s an axolotl on th—‘

“fine, fine, i’ll do it,” he’d grumble, hating—but secretly loving—that you’ve caught on to his weak point so quickly.

on nights where you feel like he’s stressed, tense, or just needs something, even when he thinks he’s fine, you’ll tuck his head under your chin and play with his hair, gently humming the tune of the song. some might consider that cringe, but you’d do it a million times for him if it means he’ll be softly snoring, his shoulders immediately un-tensing before you have a chance to start the song again.

‘we’ll see you, tomorrow.’

[dreaminguponlilypads]

BITE THE HAND PT. 3

AU: vampire!Simon “Ghost” Riley x human!reader

The tension between you had reached a boiling point. You could feel it in the air, thick and suffocating, and neither of you had been able to ignore it anymore. The words had been building for days, weeks, and now, they were finally spilling out, raw and sharp.

“You think this is okay? You think I can just keep doing this?” Your voice was low, but seething with frustration. You were done being careful, done holding it in. Simon’s silence, his distance—it was too much. You needed to know where you stood, needed to tear the fucking wall down.

Simon’s eyes flickered to you, his expression unreadable. His gaze was cold, detached, but you could see the shift in him—the moment it went from anger to something else, something darker. The same thing he always kept buried beneath his stoic mask.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Simon,” you spat, fists clenched at your sides. “And I’m fucking tired of it.”

He took a step forward, and the space between you felt like a chasm. His dark eyes bore into you, unflinching, but the tension in his jaw told you everything you needed to know. “You knew what you were getting into,” he growled, his voice low, almost dangerous.

You laughed bitterly, taking a step toward him. “Oh, I knew all right. I knew the danger of being with a fucking monster like you. But I didn’t know it was gonna feel like this—like I’m just hanging on by a fucking thread, waiting for you to snap!”

His jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists. “I don’t snap.” His tone was sharp, harsh, but you could hear the threat beneath the words. The weight of it, the anger simmering just under the surface. But you didn’t care.

“You don’t snap, but you could. And that’s the fucking problem.” You took a step forward, glaring up at him, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “You’re a vampire, Simon. You’re dangerous. And every time I’m with you, I’m one step closer to being fucking dead. Do you get that? Do you get the risk you put me in?!”

Simon’s eyes darkened, the glint of hunger flickering in the depths. His lips curled into a sneer, and his voice came out low, almost menacing. “You knew what I was when you chose this. You knew exactly what the risks were, and you still let me in. Don’t act like you didn’t fucking know!”

You recoiled, the words stinging more than they should have. “Yeah? Maybe I did know. But I thought you—” You cut yourself off, frustration making your chest tighten. “I thought you cared. But you don’t. You can’t. Not the way I need you to. Not the way you should.”

Simon’s eyes flashed. His whole body was tense, coiled, like a wound-up spring ready to snap. He took a step toward you, backing you against the wall with a force that made your breath catch. “You want me to care? You want me to be soft, to hold your fucking hand and pretend that this isn’t a blood-soaked mess? You are the one who chose this. You are the one who decided to get tangled up with me, so don’t fucking blame me for your choices!”

His voice was a growl, rough and raw, and you could feel the heat of him—could feel the rage crackling in the air between you.

“You think this is just some game to me, Simon?!” you shot back, heart pounding, eyes flashing. “I’m not some toy you get to fuck whenever it suits you. I’m not some pet you can play with and then discard when you’re done.” You jabbed your finger into his chest, angry, desperate for him to understand. “You’re not just a vampire. You’re a fucking threat, and every time I’m with you, I’m gambling with my life!”

His breath hitched, something darker flashing in his eyes. But he didn’t back off. He didn’t retreat. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dangerously soft. “Then stop fucking coming back to me.”

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, all the fire in you seemed to evaporate. You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of vulnerability, but all you saw was cold, hard resolve. “I—”

He pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest, still too close, too there. “You keep running back to me, over and over, but then you want to act like I’m the problem. You think you can just walk away when it gets hard? That’s not how this works.” His voice was low, but it still held that dangerous edge.

You stared at him, chest rising and falling, the weight of the argument pressing in on you. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Simon,” you whispered, the raw emotion bubbling up again. “I don’t know how much longer I can live like this—constantly wondering if the next time I’m with you will be the last.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Simon seemed to hesitate. The icy mask he wore was cracking, just a little. But he didn’t let it show. Instead, he looked at you, his eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You think I don’t feel the same?” he asked, his voice harsh but edged with something darker, something raw. “You think this doesn’t fucking tear at me too?”

You swallowed hard, but you didn’t back down. “I don’t know what the fuck to believe anymore.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the emotion behind it was enough to make Simon’s jaw tighten.

The tension between you was almost unbearable, the heat in the room suffocating. Neither of you moved, both of you standing there, raw and exposed. Neither of you willing to give in.

Then, with a growl, Simon closed the distance between you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him with a force that left you breathless. “I’m not fucking leaving you. Not like this. Not now. Not ever.” His lips crashed against yours in a violent kiss, hot and desperate, almost punishing.

You kissed him back with equal fervor, matching his intensity, matching the fire that had been building between you for days. There were no words left, no room for negotiation, just raw, unrestrained need.

But even as you kissed him, the fear, the danger still lingered. The risk was never far away. And as the kiss deepened, you both knew—neither of you was ever walking away from this.

[n0taw1tch]

Girlfriend..? I like that..

A/N: this is my first little shot so my apologies if some find it short. I may make this a fic, I may not you never know :3.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summery: You and Wanda started dating no more that three months ago. Only just getting to the point where you are both practically in each other’s beds every night, a conversation sparks up.

It’s been three months. And most people say it’s ’been the best beginning’ to a relationship, you can definitely agree with that. The day Wanda asked you out was filled with anxiousness and loving gifts, the way her nose scrunched up as she smiled when you said yes, and the way it does the same when she gets excited.

That is definitely one of your favourite things about her. Not her body. Not how pretty she is. The way she lights up, and gets all excited over little things like baking with her, or complimenting her cooking of Sokovian dishes.

The two of you decided when you first got together that you wouldn’t put a label on the relationship, or tell anyone until the two of you were ready. And that’s when it had slipped out. You had just gotten back from a mission, and being tired, all you wanted to do was have a quick shower and watch whatever sitcom Wanda had been binging that week.

So that’s exactly what you did. You walked through her bedroom door with a tired yet endearing and soft smile, greeting her before walking into her bathroom to take a quick shower, all before settling into her bed and laying on your side to face her

“I’ve missed you..” You said in a quiet mumble, one hand holding Wanda’s under the covers of her bed, watching that smile you knew and loved grow on her face. That smile soon faltered only slightly as her gaze met yours. “Oh, Detka…” *she spoke with a soft chuckle, moving her hand to cup your cheek “You must be so- so tired.”

Wanda shifted slightly and pulled you closer to her, the soft noise of the TV in the background had been completely ignored by the woman as she tried to take care of you. “Do you want me to go get you a snack? Some green tea..? How are your muscles- sore? What do you need.” She began to speak, only slightly worried before that worry turned to confusion as you let out a soft, gentle laugh

“I’m fine…. And happy I have the best girlfriend to take care of me..-“ You spoke, your face beginning to glow red as you realised what you had said, looking up at Wanda’s slight shock “Wanda I-“ You said, trying to say something before she cut you off with a quick kiss, her forehead resting on yours.

“Girlfriend…?” *she spoke gently, nose scrunching up the way you loved. “I like that… I like that a lot… girlfriend.”

** I’m taking requests and anon’s so please go ahead if you wish!!

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Deserved Better Round 2: Black (Not Me) vs White (Dead Friend Forever)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Black: "He got beat into a coma (his former bffs fault), his twin brother took over his life, none of the people in his little revolutionary group seem to like him (fair enough I guess but still), and when he wakes up from the coma and everything is settled his twin brother basicly still takes his place and he's just told to find his place. Somewhere else."

"Black was put in a coma by one of the people most important to him and when he came out of it, he'd been replaced in his own life by his twin brother who everyone liked better than him. Black wasn't the most likable guy in the world but at the end he's just like "well I guess I don't have friends anymore". The gang didn't seem to care about him even after he saved their asses from getting arrested. He should've been part of that group hug and I'll die mad about it."

"He gets torn away from the twin he loves and has a litteral psychic link with as a child and left with an apparently emotionally neglectful, if not abusive, mother and his dad just decides he’s dead to him now. He was an litteral 10 year old kid at the time no less. Then as an adult he’s betrayed by his life long best friend/maybe ex boyfriend if the very not straight way they interacted is anything to go by and ends up beaten into a coma by his thugs and nearly killed. His friend straight up don’t notice he’s not himself when his brother steals his identity and when he finally wakes up and takes his life back they all decide they like White more and tell him white is actually better at their work than him, his ex moves on with one of his friends and even when everything works out in the end he doesn’t get his life back cause it’s all essentially white’s now. He haunts the narrative even when he’s alive because he’s lost everything and yet he’s not even mad at his brother cause he loves him so much. Yeah he’s absolutely a dick, but OUCH that sucks to experience."

White: "he literally didn't do anything wrong 😭 he died to punish tee, whom white didn't know the truth about. not only did he DIE to punish tee, he got murdered BY tee to punish TEE. white just wanted to chill with his boyfriend guys"

"Literally was just minding his own business. Absolutely did not deserve to be collateral damage in [spoiler]'s revenge plan. If anyone should've been able to get out of that house alive, it's White"