#i guess i’ll put this in the salt tag

[labyrynth]

okay so. prefacing this with “people can and should curate their online experiences, and block whomever they see fit” etc etc

BUT. after a certain point this is just annoying??

like it’s one thing if you’re on opposite sides of the site but like.

there’s this person who has me blocked even though they 1) run in similar circles as me, 2) appear to follow or are mutuals with some of MY mutuals, and 3) appear to be mutuals with one of my irl friends???

i’ve literally never interacted with this person??

and it’s not like i can just pretend they don’t exist because it feels like i’m CONSTANTLY stumbling across them. like they made an earlier addition to a post, or someone reblogged a post from them, or tumblr says there’s more replies than it’s actually showing me.

it’s like i can only see them out of the corner of my eye but every time i try to look at them they vanish. it feels like a fucking GHOST man.

who are you?? what is your beef with me specifically when you interact with my friends??? it’s driving me insane

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 9]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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“Wooyoung, come on, we need to go cook. Before Seonghwa scolds us. And I don’t want to be a part of the washing up crew.” You patted his arm. He whined, tightening his hold on you. You continued to squirm to try and annoy him into letting you go.

“Fine.” Wooyoung surprised you by kissing the side of your face, the small spot of skin that the mask didn’t cover on the side. You blinked in shock, holding the spot where he had kissed.

“Y-Yah, Wooyoung. You can’t do that!” Yunho, who witnessed the whole thing, yelled. Wooyoung shrugged and held your hand to bring you to the kitchen. 

“We’re here.” Wooyoung said to Seonghwa and Mingi, who were taking ingredients out. 

“Let me help season the meat before we grill it.” You shocked them by suddenly removing your hoodie. Mingi and Wooyoung looked away while Seonghwa naturally came over to hold your inner shirt down for you.

“Thanks.” You laughed, going to put your hoodie aside, leaving you in a plain shirt and jeans. After that, you washed your hands thoroughly. 

“What?” You asked Mingi, who was staring at you.

“N-Nothing.” He blushed and cleared his throat. From what you watched on Ateez shows, the boys didn’t really seem like good cooks, except Wooyoung, who had an interest in cooking. Luckily the people you were with were the most decent cooks out of the bunch. You seasoned the steaks and chicken with salt, pepper and olive oil. 

“What else should we make? We bought a lot of food from the store and the managers stocked some staples in the cupboard.” Seonghwa asked you.

“Since we’re having grilled meats and sausages, I can made some sort of pasta, roast vegetables in the oven and prawn cocktail.” You said as you looked over the ingredients.

“Alright. You’re the head chef. Just tell us what to do.” He laughed. You requested for him to grill the meats since you were not confident in grilling. Wooyoung tagged along with the oldest, leaving you with Mingi. 

“I guess it’s just us, Mings.” You laughed.

“Mings?” 

“Sorry, I meant Mingi.” You shook your head as you corrected yourself. 

“No, it’s okay. I like it.” Mingi smiled. You met his smile before the two of you burst out laughing. Even if Mingi wasn’t a good cook, he followed your instructions well. 

“I’ll do it. Just pour.” He rolled his sleeves up. You drizzled more olive oil, salt, pepper and some herbs into the bowl with the cut up vegetables. 

“I toss it now?” He asked. You nodded and he got his hands in there, tossing the vegetables and making sure they were all coated well. You started baking the potatoes and pumpkin first.

“They take longer to cook so we’ll start them off. After 15 minutes, we’ll add the carrots and onions, then wait another 10 minutes before we add the remaining vegetables like the asparagus.” You explained to him. Mingi’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he understood your logic. 

“What pasta do you guys like?” You asked as you sliced the mushrooms. 

“Honestly, we eat anything. The common favourite food of ours is meat. The thing we’re most picky on is vegetables but I think you know that.” Mingi laughed sheepishly. 

“I do.” You giggled. He took over slicing the mushrooms for you while you sliced the garlic for the pasta. 

“How much pasta do you think we will need?” You held up the packs.

“Two, at least... No, two and a half.” Mingi said. You put the three packs of pasta on the counter, ready for when the water came to a boil. A nice silence fell over the two of you, only soft hip hop music playing in the background. 

“How have you been? We haven’t got a chance to go out again after that night.” Mingi broke the silence first.

“Busy. A lot of companies are outsourcing their producing for their groups’ comebacks now. I guess because it is more competitive with so many new groups emerging.” You shrugged.

“I hope you aren’t overworking...” Mingi said softly. 

“Don’t worry, Mings. I’m not.” You giggled. You sliced the cherry tomatoes in half to put in the pasta. While you handled the cooking of the pasta, Mingi boiled the prawns for the prawn cocktail. He sat on the counter to peel the prawns once they were cooked and cooled. You tossed garlic and oil in the pan before throwing in the mushrooms and halved tomatoes. 

“Something smells so good~” Hongjoong and Yeosang came out. You stirred the ingredients before lifting a strand of pasta up from the boiling water to test the doneness. 

“Indigo, want to come live with us? You can cook for us.” Hongjoong asked.

“No thanks. I’ll stick to producing.” You scoffed. Once the pasta was cooked enough, you put it in the frying pan and tossed everything together. 

There was actually so much pasta to cook, you had to cook two pans just to be able to fit everything into the pan. 

“Help me put some salt and pepper. Just sprinkle it around.” You said. Yeosang did a few pinches of salt and cracked the pepper grinder around. After a final taste, you turned the flame off.

“What else is there to do?” Jongho asked.

“I’m gonna try and make cocktail sauce or some sort of sauce with what we have. To eat with the prawns.” You looked through the cupboards. 

“Hmm, let’s see.” The boys all gathered around you as they watched you make the sauce. You mixed ketchup, gochujang, rice vinegar and chopped garlic together. Yunho helped you mix the bowl. 

“It needs something...” You said after tasting. You squeezed some lemon inside and added some plum syrup for sweetness. After that, you nodded in approval. Yunho copied you, dipping his finger into the sauce for a taste. Then all the boys did the same. 

“Mmmm!” They all nodded happily at the taste. Dinner was done. Mingi pulled the tray of roasted vegetables out of the oven. Wooyoung and Seonghwa brought the meats in. They were in awe of the food that was prepared.

“Everyone grab a plate.” Hongjoong said. The boys insisted you sit at the head of the table while they sat on either side of you. You wore your cap low so you could eat. 

“Thank you for the food!” They chimed.

“It looks so good. Indigo, you’re amazing.” San said. 

“I had great help.” You waved him off. They all dug in. Although you couldn’t see them with your head lowered, the sighs of happiness and slurps were an indication that they liked the food.

“Never thought vegetables could taste so good. They’re nice and sweet.” Wooyoung commented, making you laugh. 

“I like the pasta. It’s so good.” Seonghwa complimented. 

“I learnt a lot of small useful tips from Indigo when cooking with her.” Mingi said. You felt your cheeks heat up, you weren’t used to all these compliments from so many people. 

“Honestly, Mingi is the trooper. He sacrificed his fingers and peeled all those prawns on his own.” You said. When the dinner was over and all the food was demolished, the cooking team relaxed on the couch while the others cleaned up. Although, from the sound of it, it seemed like there was some sort of deal going on between the remaining members.

“Alright, San hyung and I are on breakfast duty so the rest are cleaning.” Jongho declared as the two sat down with the rest of you. 

You sat down to let the food digest for a bit before going to shower. You were starting to get uncomfortable with the smell of cooking fumes on you. Thankfully you had your own shower. 

“Hyung! I’m supposed to go first!” 

“Why can’t we just shower together?!” 

“You know I hate that!” You laughed as you heard Jongho and Wooyoung bickering for one of the bathrooms outside. Picking up a clean mask, you wore it and emerged from your room. 

“Whoever needs to can use my bathroom. I’ve finished showering and am fine with it.” You said to no one in particular. 

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asked. 

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have offered.” You raised an eyebrow. The oldest two took turns to use your bathroom since the queue for two shared bathrooms were way too long. You sat on your bed, hair in a messy bun. 

“Ugh, peace and quiet here.” Hongjoong fell onto the bed the moment he came out. It was quiet unbelieveable how polite, shy and cautious he was around you when he first met you. Now, he was boldly laying on your bed, not that you minded anyway. You snorted, ignoring him as you continued looking at some stuff on your laptop. 

“Seonghwa, Hongjoong’s out of the bathroom.” You informed, poking your head out. Seonghwa came in with his shower stuff a few minutes later. He hit Hongjoong’s butt. 

“Yah, don’t sleep on her bed.” Seonghwa scolded. Hongjoong mumbled something incoherent, which neither you nor Seonghwa could make out.

“What?” Seonghwa laughed.

“I’m not gonna sleep here. I just want some peace and quiet away from the chaos.” Hongjoong repeated. Seonghwa scoffed and rolled his eyes before going to the bathroom to have his shower.

“Are you working on things already?” Hongjoon asked you, hauling his body closer so he could lean over to see your screen. 

“Just thinking about what I can work on with all of you.” You replied.

“Ah, work tomorrow. It’s only a few more hours until you have the whole day.” Hongjoong patted your knee. 

“This isn’t work. Don’t nag at me all the time.” You tapped the top of his head, making him look up at you with a glare. You giggled playfully while he rested his head on top of your knee, facing away from you, deciding to scroll on his phone. Distracted by the device, he didn’t bother you anymore. 

Hongjoong couldn’t see your face but you were deep in thought, thinking about how Haneul would love all the boys. She would think that they’re so cool and funny. You can just imagine her face. 

“Move.” Seonghwa shoved Hongjoong’s legs aside dove onto the remaining space at the foot of the bed. Luckily you had a queen sized bed. 

“I thought you told me not to sleep here.” Hongjoong scoffed.

“Yes but I need some peace and quiet too.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. You felt like a kid sitting with her parents in bed while they bantered. After that, they just laid there in silence, which was what they wanted. 

“Kick us out when you’re tired and want to sleep. We’ll leave.” Hongjoong said to you, reaching to the back to pat your leg with his hand.

“Please, if you say that, that means we’ll be here until sunrise. She doesn’t sleep.” Seonghwa replied.

“Hey! I do sleep!” You protested. The two actually lifted their heads to give you looks. 

“Just not at the same time as you.” You added, sticking your tongue out at them. After a while, with Hongjoong starting to fall asleep, Seonghwa guided him out o the room. 

“Goodnight.” You wished each other before closing your room door. Checking the time, you knew you should go to sleep if you were going to wake up in the morning. But as you laid on the bed, you found it hard to fall asleep. Maybe because you were not in a familiar place and this wasn’t your bed. You sighed in frustration as you sat up. 

“I need a drink.” You got up and went downstairs. It was dark so you used the flashlight from your phone to navigate to the kitchen. There wasn’t much in the fridge but you did find San’s chocolate milk. 

“Sorry, San. I’ll pay you back.” You opened the carton and drank the beverage. You leaned against the counter, scrolling on your phone.

“Ah!” Someone shouted and you jumped, immediately lifting the collar of your shirt to try and cover your face. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there.” You reached for the light switch and turned on the see Mingi standing there with his hands over his eyes, like a child playing peekaboo.

“Oh, it’s just you.” You sighed.

“I-I’ll go.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to blindly reach for a wall to guide himself back to where he came from. 

“It’s fine.” You didn’t care. Or rather, you were dealing with the frustration of being unable to sleep that Mingi seeing your face was the least of your problems. Especially since he has seen your face before.

“Y-You sure?” 

“Yeah. What are you doing up? Can’t sleep?” You asked, taking your previous position on the counter, leaning on your elbows. Mingi chuckled when he saw you drinking San’s chocolate milk. He nodded in reply to your question, sliding onto the bar stool across you. You turned to the fridge to get him a drink. He took one of Wooyoung’s strawberry juices.

“What about you? Can’t sleep too?” Mingi asked back. He was trying his best to keep this conversation normal and not as if you were openly revealing your face to him. 

“Mhmm, I think it’s an unfamiliar surrounding... Or maybe I just have a lot on my mind.” You shrugged. 

“Want to move to the terrace to sit? Just like our late night coffee runs.” Mingi suggested. You liked the sound of that, so you agreed. 

“Careful.” Mingi brushed the seat before you sat down. It was dark so your face was more hidden but Mingi thought it would make you more comfortable around him, knowing that he couldn’t really see you.

“Is it the work that’s bothering you?” Mingi asked. You hummed in contemplation for a while.

“No. I think work is the only thing that’s keeping me going now. And being with you guys just makes work that much more enjoyable.” You replied. 

“What about family?” You really paused at Mingi’s mention of family. How much were you willing to tell him now? Things that no one else has ever known before. Even the ‘friends’ you had, didn’t know about your family. 

“I’ve not spoken to my parents in years. I don’t know where they are now, how they’re doing. And to be honest, I don’t even know if they’re alive.” You replied. Mingi thought for a while on how to proceed, mentally scolding himself for touching such a sensitive subject. 

“Sorry, that was cruel of me to say.” You corrected.

“No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have just asked so casually.” Mingi shook his head. You looked at him, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Why not? It’s normal to, right? My parents were just never around. I started working underground and producing very young, would sneak out to work and earn money. Once I was old enough, packed up and left.” You explained. 

“Is that why you keep your identity a secret?” 

“Yeah, that’s part of the reason. I wasn’t supposed to be working so everything had to be a secret.” You said.

“Must have been hard...” Mingi couldn’t imagine, a younger you, being alone and having to work in such a harsh, critical industry. 

“But it made me the person I am today, which I am grateful for. I gained a lot of independence and my love for music hasn’t died. It only grows stronger.” You smiled with a giggle. 

“My parents let me join a dance academy because I loved to dance. That’s where I met Yunho. But sometimes I wonder if they regret letting me join it since I decided to become an idol.” Mingi confessed. 

“Why?” 

“Besides my members, my parents are the ones who saw all the hardships I’ve gone through and am still currently going through as an idol. My mum was saying the other day that maybe I wouldn’t suffer so much if I hadn’t become an idol. But I guess the reality is that every career, every life has it’s own share of harships.” Mingi shrugged.

“I agree, there’s no life without hardships. But parents feel the... need? The purpose... To protect their children from as much hardship as possible.” You tried to reason. 

“What about Dean sunbaenim?” Mingi asked.

“Oh, he’s just a friend. Honestly, Hongjoong and Seonghwa are more of my parents than my real parents, or older brothers. Hyuk and I are friends but he doesn’t know much about me, personally.” You explained. 

“I don’t mean anything insulting when I ask this or rather, I don’t know how to ask this but... doesn’t it get lonely?” 

“After so long, I think I’ve internalised it. I throw myself into work.” You said.

“But not having someone to talk to or share your bad days with... It takes a toll on someone... I can’t imagine having to just always keep it in...” Mingi frowned. You turned to him, eyes widening.

“Why are you crying?” You asked softly, reaching out to cup his cheeks and wipe his tears.

“Ah, I don’t know! Sorry.” He pulled back in embarrassment. He turned away and wiped his face with the sleeves of his sweater. 

“It’s okay. I think Ateez has helped me be more open with my emotions. I’m learning to depend on people, thanks to you guys. So I don’t have to keep everything in anymore when I have all of you.” You smiled crookedly. Mingi laughed through his crying.

“Mings, don’t cry! Really, my life isn’t that tragic.” You slapped his arm. Reaching over, you hugged him tightly. Mingi slowly put his arms around your waist to hug you back, his actions full of hesitation. 

Mingi felt you bunch the material of his sweater in your fists to keep yourself stable. You were trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. 

“We should go to bed before Hongjoong kills us for being late.” You giggled. Mingi nodded but waited for you to break the hug first. You kept your smile but your eyes were glassy.

“Please don’t tell anyone I cried.” Mingi chuckled, trying to make the atmosphere more lighthearted.

“Whatever we share here is always a secret, right?” You nudged him. He nodded, knowing you were referring to you revealing your face to him. 

“Let’s go.” You grabbed your empty milk container and threw it away. 

“Goodnight, Mings.” 

“Goodnight, Indigo.” He smiled softly, watching you disappear into your room before going to his. As he quietly slipped into his shared bed with Yunho, Mingi felt a warmth in his chest. For some reason, he found it a lot easier to fall asleep than at the start of the night. His mind was at ease and his heart wasn’t racing, he felt relaxed. 

~

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[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 8

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 8

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo

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Jason looked up as you wandered into the kitchen with three bags of popcorn under your arms. He chuckled and put down the newspaper he had, “What are these for?”.

“Movie night, duh!”, you grinned and grabbed some bowls out from one of the kitchen cupboards. You emptied the salt popcorn into the plastic tub, ignoring the small frown on his face.

“Which movie?”, he sounded suspicious and rightly so. The last film you’d both tried to watch ended with you under him on your couch. Not that you were complaining about that too much.

“It's a good movie, I swear”, you winked and slipped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

Jason made his way across to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “It better not be like the last one”.

You scoffed, ignoring the blush covering the bridge of your nose, “I think you enjoyed the last one thoroughly”.

“Hmmmm”, he pretended to think, his voice dropped low, “I don't believe we ever finished that”, he dipped his head and trailed kisses up your neck.

You bit back a moan working it’s way up your throat, “We could try again if you want?”.

“Is that a smart move?”, he breathed against your flesh, enjoying the way your skin prickled against his stubble.

Sliding your hand down his front you sighed in bliss, “Mmhmm”.

Just as your fingers hit the waistband of his joggers, everything in the apartment went pitch black.

“What the-”.

You laughed and pressed your forehead into his chest, “I’m guessing that's a no from the universe then”.

Jason grumbled under his breath, tearing himself away from you and wandering across to the fuse box. He growled irritated and started flicking the red switches on and off repeatedly with no luck.

“Oh for fucks sake!”.

“It’s just a power cut”, you chuckled to yourself and stroked your hand down his spine delicately, “Relax, don’t you have any candles?”.

He sank into your touches and closed his eyes, enjoying the waves of calm you radiated into his stiff body, “I do”.

“And you never thought to use them to set the mood?”.

Jason grunted, “That’s a fire hazard…plus I don’t need candles to get you in the mood”.

You grinned, “You’re such a buzz kill!”.

He rolled his eyes and moved across the kitchen, “I think I have them here somewhere…”.

“Why don’t you go light the fireplace”, you moved him out of the way, “And I’ll sort out the candles”. You opened the cupboard next to the oven and found the candles easily. You’d spent so much time here now you knew your way around his kitchen, often finding things quicker than Jason.

———

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually used the fireplace. Maybe he hadn’t. He watched you potter around the living room, dotting the candles around sporadically creating a soft romantic glow.

“Maybe I should use these candles more often”, he mused, unable to take his eyes off your beautiful smile.

“I thought it was a fire hazard”, you teased.

Jason huffed out a puff of air. He didn't want to admit that seeing you smile was all he needed. Regardless of the impending fire risk.

“As long as they’re under control it’s fine”.

You giggled more and finished lighting the last few candles around the living room before heading over to the fire, “There goes our movie marathon”.

“I can think of a way to pass the time”, he winked across at you, patting the space in front of him.

“You’re insatiable”.

“Only for you”.

You sat down on the soft fur rug facing into the blazing logs, with your arms wrapped around your legs and clasped in front of your shins. Jason pulled you between his open legs and you relaxed, leaning back onto his chest. You let your head relax against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the gentleness of his actions.

Jason folded his arms alongside the outside of yours, to match their bend and bring a little extra warmth to them. It was a moment of sheer bliss. His senses were filled with the citrus scent of your hair. Your shampoo bottle pressed up against his in the bathroom. His head leaned down to inhale the fragrance of your skin, and his lips kissed the intersection of your neck. Jason smiled and smoothed his touches along your shoulder. You released a long and rather languorous sigh, with just the hint of a moan floating on it. The first kiss led itself to a long, slow series replicating the first wherever his lips could reach.

“Jason…”.

You let your head and shoulders droop forward, and in doing so let the shirt's right shoulder slide slowly down your arm, bringing the neckline along. Jason leaned forward again and gently kissed the back of your neck enjoying the way you shivered, his stubble scratching you perfectly. He saw that the shirt’s; his shirt; other shoulder had fallen as well. The elegant silk cloth was now loose and slowly uncovering your strapless bra, along with the perfect curves of your breasts.

Jason’s hands still covered yours, and he lifted them up to touch your supple flesh, pulling you into him tighter. He felt a tremor somewhere inside you when both of your paired hands reached the soft skin left exposed by your lace bra.

The thrill of your hands touching your soft breasts together made him groan into the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin. You purred at the sensations. You slipped your hands out of his and pulled the bra down, letting his hands envelop your bare breasts.

Jason forgot to breathe momentarily. You melted into his touch. His hands alternated between palming your breasts and teasing your nipples with his thumb and fingers. You moaned, arching further into his hands, the sensual delights sending tremors across your whole body.

Slowly you twisted round to kneel between his legs, rising up on your knees in front of Jason. Your breasts bounced tantalisingly in front of him, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He reached around behind your back, now warm and damp from the heat of the fire, and pulled you towards him.

Gentle kisses brushed over each of your nipples before his tongue traced over the tips. You gasped, hands tugging his hair sending sparks of desire down his spine. His teeth grazed them, tugging them to hardened peaks. Jason looked up and fell under the spell of your smouldering eyes, radiant again with their own light in silhouette from the fire burning next to you. 

Rising to your feet, you reached down and quickly pulled his shirt straight over your head, tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but a pair of black lace pants. His hands had slipped up the velvet softness of the back of your thighs to pass over the lush curves of your ass, tracing the edge of the lacy fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, suppressing the obscene moan. He pressed his face forward and kissed the front of your pants, his hot mouth working over your clit.

“Jay…”, you whined low, legs shivering with pleasure.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties before dragging them tortuously slow down your legs. The lace created a delicious friction against your heated skin. They dropped to your feet leaving you completely bare in front of him. The amber glow of the fire lighting your body perfectly to Jason. He knew you were stunning but this was completely different. The way the flames highlighted every inch of your curves, making you look like a goddess emerging from the flames.

Your fingers bunches in the material of his T-shirt, tugging lightly. You didn’t say anything. Jason’s arms bent behind his head as he lifted it off revealing the expanse of his solid chest.

“Lie down princess”, he kissed the insides of your thighs.

You sat down gently, Jason guiding you slowly back onto the rug. The fur felt like silk under your skin. He hovered over you, nose tracing yours before he kissed your lips. Your legs fell open, letting him settle between them perfectly. His lips curved at your reaction.

He let his hands travel the lushness of your body, followed closely with hot, opened mouthed kisses. You writhed under him, the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach. You needed him impossibly closer.

Jason’s tongue dipped into your navel before dragging down your body, settling between your wide open legs. You murmured his name repeatedly, fingers twisting into his dark locks, trying to guide him where you needed him most.

His tongue ran along your dripping slit and your thighs clamped around his head. He groaned against your pussy and pushed your legs back open, holding them there. The vibrations of his moans sent waves of pleasure through you. 

He swept his tongue through your folds several times, before wrapping his lips around your clit. You cried out and gripped his hair, tugging harshly. He smirked and flicked it, earning more beautiful whimpers.

Your hips thrashed against his mouth, aching to tip over the edge. Jason followed the spasms of your body, allowing you to chase your high. He slipped two fingers into your gushing core, feeling the wet heat instantly wrap around him. The thought of sinking his cock into you and feeling you cling desperately to him made his shaft twitch with excitement.

You released his hair when you felt the first wave of your orgasm crash. You gripped the rug behind your head and sobbed his name, your desire soaking his face. Jason didn’t let you go, coaxing you into another earth shattering climax with his tongue. Shuddering spasms wracking over you.

When he pulled his face away from your dripping core, he looked up at your slick body covered with a thin sheen. Damp from the sweat of the fire and your orgasms. Your chest heaved as you took in greedy gulps of oxygen, steadying yourself. Jason couldn’t tear his gaze away. The glare of the fire bathing you in a mystical orange glow. You looked serene.

When he made his way back up your body and kissed you deeply, it took you by surprise to feel the length of his naked body pressed into yours. He’d rid the rest of his clothes. Your hands rubbed down his back, nails dragging down his spine when you felt his cock stroke through your sopping folds. His muscles flexed and he groaned into your mouth. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it caressed yours with a softness you weren’t used to with him. The kiss shook you.

One of his hands inched down your side, feather-light before hooking your leg around his waist. You sighed happily into the kiss, nails scraping against his scalp. Jason pushed his hips forward and sunk into you slowly, groaning huskily as your tight wet walls wrapped around his cock perfectly. 

Hearing your muffled cries against his lips encouraged him to thrust deeper, the drag of his shaft eliciting ripples of pleasure across your body.

“Fuck”, he muttered against your kiss swollen lips, his stubble prickled your cheek when he rubbed his to yours, “You feel perfect”.

Every sensation heightened the want coiling inside you. Ripping through your core and up your spine. Every touch was euphoric with hidden sensuality.

“Jason-oh!”, your voice threaded through his mind. Your desire made his cock pulse inside you.

He propped himself up with his elbow next to your face twisting with delirious passion. The silken fur brushed against his skin, it was a nice sensation, but nowhere close to how you felt under him. You lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, aching to feel him deeper. The way he caged you with his arm made your pussy flutter around him. He growled in your ear, his thumb stroking over the dip of your hip bone.

You tilted your head back, murmuring delicate praises. Without thought his lips traced the line of your throat, littering it with kisses as he drove harder into you. The moans escaping your mouth vibrated deep from your chest and Jason felt it as he kissed along your collarbone, nipping occasionally.

Like the surf crashing against the shore, your climax washed over you with the force of a tidal wave. You saw a blinding white light behind your eyelids as you sobbed his name. Nails clutching the back of his neck as you rode your high, thighs quivering around his waist.

The intensity of your orgasm and the way your core clenched around him, Jason followed you off the cliff edge falling into his own powerful end. He groaned your name deeply, his damp forehead pressed against your chest. His cock pulsed as he emptied thick, ropes of cum inside your pussy.

You stayed like that. Entwined together as the flames of the fire danced away, licking over your bodies. Occasionally kissing, fingertips stroking over one another. A type of intimacy one would share only with their lover. Nothing was said. You didn’t need to. You both felt it. It was obvious. Something had shifted. 

Jason carried you to bed that night. His strong arms lifting you into his king sized bed. When he placed you onto the luxury linen, it was the only time you were out of his embrace. The second he slipped under the sheets, he pulled you back into his chest, moulding his body around yours. You hummed happily, your hand squeezing his forearm draped over your waist. The weight of it made you feel comforted. Secure.

“G’night princess”, his voice rasped, tickling your ear before he kissed the spot behind it.

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[snippy-tano]

Would you be willing to write something with captain rex? With a medic reader who saves him from a life threatening injury and he accidentally confesses feelings while doped up on painkillers? Thank you so much and I am a such a big fan of your writing. ❤❤

okay... this one kind of got away from me.

I'm not sure how it happened, but it ended up being longer than I expected it would be. Also, it ended up a little angsty. I normally don't do angst because it bums me out, but apparently I was in that mood when I wrote this.

but! fear not!

I am the queen of fluff and it does have fluff and a happy ending! so fear not dear readers!

I hope you like it!! :))))

[[also as a warning, obvi there's some talk about wounds and medical procedures, but nothing too in-depth. also, I am not a medical professional at all, so this is all just a guess from what I've seen on tv and the limited first aid knowledge I have. so take it with a grain of salt lol]]

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Beside Confessions

“Medic! We need a medic! Captain Rex is down!” 

The moment the words crackled over your comm, it was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over your head. Panic and dread gripped your heart and you blanked. 

Almost immediately, you shook away the fear and allowed yourself to slip back into your role as a medic. You detached yourself from the situation emotionally and focused on what you did best. 

You finished tying off a splint and jumped to your feet among the raging battle. You took off running, hitting your comm unit. 

“I’m on my way. Where is he?” You yelled and you got a response almost immediately. 

“Sending coordinates now!”

Your wrist datapad beeped and you hit the small screen, seeing a small red beacon appear. You adjusted your course and pushed yourself to run harder. The battle continued to rage a few streets over, but you were relieved to see that when you rounded the corner, there were no droids near where Rex had gone down. 

You could see a few troopers sticking close, blasters raised. When they caught sight of you, you could practically see the relief in their postures. 

You skidded to a halt beside him, dropping to your knees without thinking. 

“What happened?” You gasped, throwing open your med kit to dig for a stim. 

“He was covering Cable over there while he set some charges when a droideka came out of nowhere. No one saw it coming.” The trooper beside the Captain said. He was pressing hard on what looked like a leg wound.

You quickly did a scan of the Captain and found that he was in really bad shape. 

You cursed under your breath before grabbing a stim and jabbing it into his neck. Rex stirred slightly, coughing. You leaned over him, tapping his chest. 

“Captain? Captain, can you hear me?” 

He coughed again before his eyes barely opened. “Yeah, I can hear you.” His voice was hoarse and tight from pain. You flashed a small light in his eyes, watching his pupils dilate. 

“Did you hit your head?” You asked, speaking loudly and he shook his head once before wincing. 

“No. Just my leg.”

Satisfied that you would be able to move him once you got him stable, you turned to the wound in his leg. The trooper was still pressing hard and you instructed him to continue to do so. You pulled out copious amounts of bandages from your medkit and a large bacta patch.

“I’m going to put this on his wound so I’ll need you to remove your hands. But once I put it on, go back to pressing against it as hard as you can. Okay?” You said, looking into the trooper’s eyes. 

He gave you a firm nod and you counted down. He lifted and you placed a bandage on the large open wound. The trooper immediately replaced his hands, causing Rex to groan loudly. You set to work removing his thigh guard and cutting into his blacks to give you a more clear picture as to what you were dealing with. 

There were two troopers currently watching for oncoming droids. You didn’t want to pull one of them away, but you didn’t have a choice. 

“I need one of you to come help.” You called and both of them turned. One lowered his blaster and approached you, kneeling down beside you. “I’m going to have to spray the area with bacta to clean it before I stitch it up. I gave him a stim, which will help with the pain, but he will likely flinch, even if it’s involuntary. I need the both of you to make sure he doesn’t move.”

Both troopers nodded and you readied your supplies as they got into position. 

“This is going to hurt a lot Captain.”

Rex let out a weak chuckle. “S’okay. Just do it.”

You made eye contact with both of the troopers who gave you another firm nod. You removed the bandage and began to spray the area generously with the bacta. As you expected, Rex flinched, crying out. But the troopers helping did what they were supposed to do and kept him from moving as you made sure there was no infection.

You did a quick scan and confirmed no infection remained. You were also able to confirm that no major arteries were damaged, which meant that once you patched him up, he shouldn’t have any internal bleeding. You gave another look to the two troopers as you readied the stitches and they both gave you another nod. 

So you got to work. 

By the time you had finished stitching him up, Rex had passed out from the pain. Which was probably the better alternative to remaining awake. You had one of the troopers call for a med evac while you covered the area with sterile bandages, fastening it to him. When you finished, you moved up to check his vitals again. His breathing was a little shallow, but his heart was steady and his pupils were still responsive to light. 

For just a moment, you dropped your medic mask and looked down at him as he slept. You cursed at him for getting injured and wished that he was awake right now so you could give him a piece of your mind. You were so mad that he had gotten this injured. But at the same time you were relieved he was going to be okay, barring any other complications.

The thought of him dying sent your mind spiraling and you were quick to clamp down the thoughts and stop them. Now wasn’t the time for that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the med evac arriving. Two medics jumped out of the ship carrying a board. You were quick to rattle off what had happened and what you had done as you helped them secure him to the board. They gave you a restocked medpack and promised to comm you when he was stable and recovering. 

You watched the evac lift into the air and head for the Resolute. 

You allowed yourself until you couldn’t see it anymore to worry. But as soon as it was beyond your field of vision, you turned around and looked out at the battlefield. One of the troopers from before had stuck around and you shared a look. 

“Ready?” You asked and he nodded. Together you headed towards the sounds of blasters and cannons.

Your job as a medic was never fully done. Most times you were fine with that, but knowing that Rex was seriously injured had you wishing you could have stayed by his side aboard that transport. 

You only hoped what you had done was enough.

 

It was after a few more hours of providing constant medical care to injured troopers that you were finally relieved of your post on the front-lines. You were ordered back to the Resolute to get some rest. You found an empty seat on a transport with some injured troopers and you found yourself checking on them and their wounds as you made the short trip from the surface back to the ship waiting in the upper atmosphere. 

You assisted a few of them to the med bay, helping one limp along the halls. Your fellow medics were quick to take the trooper from you and you let out a deep, exhausted sigh as you stood in the middle of the medbay that was full of injured men. 

You felt a touch at your elbow and jumped slightly, relaxing when you saw one of your fellow medics. They gave you a soft smile before pressing a wet wipe into your hands and nudging their head towards a bed in the corner of the medbay. You tried not to think about how it was obvious you were here to see the Captain, instead giving their arm a squeeze and heading to where they had motioned. 

The curtains around the bed were drawn and you quietly pulled them apart to step inside, drawing them closed behind you. 

Captain Rex looked a little better than the last time you had seen him. 

He had some more color back in his face and his breathing was much more stable. You cleaned off your hands, pulled on some gloves, and took a peek at his wound. It was still an angry red and puffy, but it looked like it would heal nicely. 

You discarded the gloves and then looked down at Rex. You reached forward and gently gripped his hand, giving it a small squeeze. He didn’t react. And you were okay with that.

You turned before slumping into the seat beside his bed with a huff. 

All of the exhaustion from the day seemed to hit you at once and you found your eyes starting to grow heavy. You initially tried to fight it, wanting to be awake when Rex woke up, but your body had other ideas and before you knew it, you were out cold. 

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually you woke up. You took a deep breath, feeling some of your joints pop as you stretched. You rubbed your eyes before opening them fully to see that Rex was awake and watching you.

You swallowed, feeling your face warm slightly. 

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” You asked softly, standing up to approach him. 

He watched you with a small smile before shaking his head. “No. I’m okay.”

You pressed your hand against his forehead, noting that he was warm, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for clone troopers who tended to run on the warm side. You went to remove your hand only for Rex to catch it with his own. 

You watched with wide eyes as he gripped your hand, entangling your fingers with his. 

“You saved my life.” 

You cleared your throat, looking down at your worn boots. “I did what any medic would have done. You should be thanking your men for helping me and keeping you alive until I got there.”

Rex gave your hand a squeeze and you looked back up at him. 

He gave you another dopey smile that had your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren’t sure what was going on with him, but you didn’t think it was going to get any worse.

Turns out you should have guessed he would take it another step further. 

“I like you.”

His words had you freezing. 

He-

There-

He couldn’t have-

Your brain stopped working as you stumbled through your own thoughts. You looked at his IV drip and saw some pretty strong pain meds listed on one of the bags. 

“You don’t mean that, it’s the pain meds talking.” You said, trying to pull your hand out of his and struggling. 

For someone who was on death’s door four hours ago, he had remarkable grip strength. 

“S’not that. I mean it.” Rex said and you shook your head. 

“You don’t. You can’t. I’ll come and check on you once you’re off the pain meds.” You again tried to go, but Rex refused to let go. In fact, he gave your hand a tug and you stumbled closer, falling to sit on the small space on his bed not occupied by him. 

He winced slightly at the movement of his leg, but his eyes fixed back on you immediately. He looked sad. “Why don’t you believe me?”

You felt your heart clench. “Because it’s the pain meds talking. There’s no way you’d say the same thing without them.”

His gaze fell to where his hands were clasped around yours. 

“What if I do?” He asked softly and you looked up to meet his eyes. “What if I tell you the same thing when I’m out of the medbay? Will you believe me then?”

You took a shaky breath. “You’re not going to remember any of this to remember you need to tell me.”

You were absolutely dodging the question, but you hoped he would be high enough that he wouldn’t pick up on it. 

“I will.” Rex said, sounding more sure than you had ever heard him sound. “I’ll remember and I’ll kiss you to prove it.”

Your heart hurt. It was hard enough knowing that he wouldn’t remember this and you would never progress beyond friends. It hurt to hear him sound so sure when you knew nothing would ever come of it.

You let out a shaky breath. “Alright Rex. If you remember, you do that.” 

He smiled softly before his head sunk back against the pillow and he quietly fell back asleep. You looked down at your hand that was still clasped in his. You didn’t move at first, selfishly you wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as you could, knowing you’d never get the chance again. 

When you finally rose, pulling your hand from his, you brushed a stray tear from your cheek and headed out, the curtains surrounding his bed fluttering shut behind you. 

It was better this way. You kept repeating to yourself.

If only you actually believed it. 

A few rotations later, you had received word that Captain Rex was out of the medbay and cleared for light duty. 

Part of you was relieved. It meant that he was healing well and would be back to his normal self. He had survived a gruesome injury and would live to fight another day. It allowed the vice that had gripped your heart since you first got the comm he was injured to slither away. 

Another part of you was devastated because this meant that you would go back to your original relationship of casual friends. Every night you had dreamed about what Rex had told you, which made the news he was cleared for duty that much more painful. Hearing him say those words and then nothing coming of it was brutal and you didn’t wish it on anyone. You spent many nights after he was injured crying into your pillow; terrified of the thought that you almost lost him and devastated that you’d never get the chance to tell him how you really felt.

But you pushed down those feelings of disappointment and continued on with your job as a medic. 

When you finished your shift, you headed for your quarters aboard the ship. You had been lucky to get your own. There was an odd number of civilian medics aboard the ship and you were the lucky one to get their own private quarters. If someone else joined, then you would likely have to share. But for now, you enjoyed the single room. 

You rounded the corner to your quarters and stopped in your tracks, your boots squeaking against the durasteel floors. 

Captain Rex was leaning against the wall outside of your quarters. He must have heard your boots because he turned at the sound, eyes fixing on you. He stood up straight, clearing his throat. 

“Sorry to bother you, I was just hoping to speak with you for a moment. To thank you for saving my life.” He said and you could feel your heart shattering. 

You took a breath and plastered a fake smile on your face as you approached and punched in the code to your room. “It’s no bother. Would you like some tea?”

You asked and he shook his head.

You gave him a nod before ducking your head and stepping inside your quarters. You heard him enter behind you and the door slink shut. To keep your mind busy, you began making yourself a cup of tea, turning on the small kettle you had. 

“You don’t need to thank me.” You started. “I was just doing my job. Knowing that you recovered is enough thanks for me.”

He didn’t reply and you took another shaky breath as you picked up a mug. 

Rex saying your name had you freezing, shoulders tensing. 

His boots clicked against the floor as he approached and you didn’t dare turn around. As it turned out, you didn’t have to because Rex’s hands gently gripped your shoulders and turned you around. You didn’t even have time to react before he was leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that had your heart stop beating. 

The sound of the mug that had been in your hands shattering at your feet didn’t seem to deter Rex, who only wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer. The shock to your system was a big one, but you recovered quickly, letting your eyes close. He seemed to sense the moment you gave in because he pressed even closer, causing you to stumble a step.

Your back dug into the small table behind you, but you paid it no mind. You didn’t know where this was going, but you didn’t want to lose what may be your only chance to kiss the man you had grown to love with all your being. Rex seemed to have the same idea because he kissed you with a passion you hadn’t expected. It was as if he was also afraid this was going to be the only chance he had to taste you and wanted to make sure he memorized the feeling. 

He pulled back abruptly, eyes opening to fix on your face. You sniffled and he raised one of his hands to brush away the tears that had fallen. He lifted his other hand and cradled your cheeks, softly smiling. 

“I remembered.” He said and you let out a wet laugh. “I know you didn’t believe me then, but please believe me now when I say that I have feelings for you.”

You bit down on your lip, feeling your heart that had broken before slowly began to mend with the touch of Rex’s hands on your face. You nodded weakly and he brushed a thumb against your cheek. 

“I can tell you still don’t quite believe me, but I promise you that I will prove it to you every day. And I will be thorough.” He said with a cheeky grin and you smiled, letting your head thump against his chest plate. 

You released a breath, feeling him run a hand up and down your spine. 

“Just don’t get hurt like that again and you’ve got a deal.” You whispered and he nudged your head for you to look up. You obliged. 

“I can’t promise I won’t, but I do promise to do my best to return to you every day.” Rex said and you gave him a nod in agreement. He smiled at you and you returned it. 

Rex was quick to lean back down and pressing his mouth once again against yours. Your heart was soaring and for the first time since you received that comm, you felt like the galaxy was lifted off your shoulders.

And with Rex by your side, you knew that everything would be okay.

[serickswrites]

Bring VII

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, wounds

All Right Hand knew was pain. They could smell their own burnt flesh. Could taste the blood that ran down the back of their throat. And it took everything in them to keep their eyes open. 

“If you pass out, Right Hand, I’ll return my attention back to Sidekick. You don’t want that, do you?” Villain whispered in Right Hand’s ear. “You will have sacrificed yourself for nothing.”

Right Hand glanced over at Sidekick. Sidekick still hadn’t regained consciousness and Right Hand was beginning to worry that Villain had done something to Sidekick in the time they had been gone to do other chores after pouring the salt and water on Sidekick’s back. 

“I’m awake,” Right Hand hissed. But they weren’t sure for how much longer. It was taking everything in them to stay awake.

Villain grinned. “I can see that. We’ll see how long you last.” Villain scraped their finger along an open wound on Right Hand’s back. 

Right Hand squealed in pain.Villain laughed as they pushed their finger into the wound. “This could all stop, you just have to say yes.”

Right Hand couldn’t say anything. All they could think about was the burning pain and the encroaching darkness. They had to stay awake or Sidekick would face more torture. 

“No yes? Then I guess I’ll keep going.” Villain scraped another wound with their other hand. “I gave you so many chances, Right Hand.” 

Right Hand’s grip on consciousness began to fade as Villain thrust more fingers into the wounds, pulling and tearing Right Hand’s skin. Right Hand gave a silent plea for forgiveness and mercy as the darkness consumed them.

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[taegimood]

……well

i guess the seoul concert really did put me in my grave cuz i done disappeared again 🙂‍↕️ call me the boy who cried wolf atp w how many times i’ve said i’m coming back lmfao i’m sorry guys

even tho i’m obviously v late, i received some really sweet messages after my last update in may so i’ll be responding to those as well as……… drumroll……… finishing some old drafts and potentially answering some asks that i’ve received since then that are just too yummy to pass up 🫣 but don’t quote me on that y’all know how inconsistent i am

i told myself that i wouldn’t hurtle myself back down the rabbit hole of this blog but after spontaneously reading through what i’d had written so far of the prof soobin fic (…a moment of silence 😔🪦…) i’ve been itching to write again lately AND EVEN MAYBE FINISH THE FIC AHHH IDK just ask berrie she’s been witnessing my inner turmoil abt this soooo i might just fuck around and make a comeback against my better judgement 😗

take that w/ a grain of salt tho it probably won’t last long knowing me i’m also really busy w life these days so if i come back here it’ll be inconsistent for that reason too, just a warning !

i’m sad cuz back in jan/feb i had hit 1k while i was on my hiatus, so i never got to do an event or anything, and it’s been so long now so i probably won’t but still thank you guys so much for enjoying my works that much and for even still being here despite my absence!! an event will come eventually if i’m still around for 2k lol 🤧

@ my mooties be ready for me to pop up in your dms or inboxes 😳🫵🏼 i’ve probably lost all my nonnies atp but if y’all are still around come say hi kiss kiss kiss

today’s my day off so maybe expect some posts soon….. now time to go try and remember what tf my tags are 😀

[alligatorjesie]

*glances at the raging cunt who keeps posting harassment to this fandom's tags every month or so*

You know the last time I checked you're not a fucking reylo so beats the fuck out of us why you're up in our goddamn shit so often @watchingtheearthrise

Cait Corrain isn't active in this fandom. She's hardly a reylo, and if she's gonna act like that she's not fuckin' welcome here.

I think they may have wrote a few reylo fics a long time ago but they're not a big name writer and the fandom as a whole don't really know who the fuck this person is.

I've seen a few people online mention Cait's book is published reylo fanfiction but I can't find anything from the writer confirming it so we’re all just assuming it started out as a reylo fic.

Looking at it, it seems more like lore olympus fanfiction than reylo but again, until the author says otherwise we’re just assuming.

Cait did however talk a gullible friend into helping her sabotage other people's book reviews and when the lacky she coerced did it wrong because she didn't really explain her dastardly plan very well and the moment she realized how badly the 'friend' fucked up she threw that kid under the bus.

But even that shit is kinda sus because these timestamps don't fucking line up. This conversation looks doctored to a lot of people meaning the only person responsible for being a cunt here is cait and you @watchingtheearthrise.

The friend is mentioned to be a reylo but you can't really put much of the blame on them since they were just doing what their cool(shitty) published writer friend asked them to do, assuming this friend is even real.

Cait didn't get mad she did a bad thing. She got mad she did it poorly and got caught. Which speaks volumes about Cait.

You being here assuming the worst out of this fandom every time someone so much as sneezes without saying 'god bless you' speaks volumes about you @watchingtheearthrise.

Please for the love of fuck would you find a fucking hobby to pour this endless passion into.

You know something really fun that I've spent a lot of mental energy on over the years and has brought me great pride and joy is this Star Wars Episode 9 rewrite comic I've been working on.

Legit!

I got character sheets and new alien designs.

Most of the script is wrote out, I'm currently working on storyboards and page framing.

I'm only as far as I am because I have a life outside the computer and can't dedicate endless hours a pet project but it's got 2 of my favorite things in it:

A narratively cohesive continuation of The Last Jedi-

And furries.

Because fuckit why not it's my fucking comic.

You're welcome to laugh, and I know you will because you're a huge pile of shit, but doing this has been incredibly cathartic.

we live in a world were we have increasingly little control over basic shit in it. Media can feel like it wants to make money more than it cares about the story and character development and if I want media I’ll actually enjoy well goddamnit I guess I’ll make it myself.

I want it to be good. I want the salt of the fact a random furry wrote and created a better Star Wars EP9 to burn. I think thats funny.

I personally didn't like EP9

(Notice how I dislike EP9 but don't go out of my way to harass people who like it @watchingtheearthrise?)

So I decided to just make my own. Instead of being asshole to people in a fandom who do like it.

(Notice what I'm doing there @watchingtheearthrise?)

I don't see you in here when the fandom does nice shit like donating a shit ton of money to Adam Driver's arts for the military foundation.

I didn't see you in here when Thea Guanzon, a southeast asian reylo's published book became a new york times bestseller.

I don't fucking see you pop in when the dedicated members of this fandom post art and stories and celebrate the thing they love.

Don't let a single person who is acting shitty color your entire opinion about a whole ass fandom man. God fucking knows if I took this approach with finnreys I would just assume all of them are huge pieces of shit because nine times out of ten the people posting anti hate to the reylo tag are finnreys.

But since I'm not a complete fucking dumbass Like Some People Here

I'm able to use some common fucking sense and see it's not the finnreys that are shit.

finnreys are fine.

It's just like... 4 unique people with a lot of extra accounts.

real fucking bold to comment on someone making extra accounts to do nefarious things online from someone who already does that.

I’m pretty fucking sure at least 6 of the antis I regularly come across in this tag Are Your Accounts @watchingtheearthrise. You admit to 2 extra ones you’ve used to harass people in this fandom in the past In Your Fucking Bio

( I love hate how you have reylos in your DNI but paradoxically will not stop posting to this fucking fandoms’s tag I swear to Jesus Fucking Chri-)

God fucking bless you @watchingtheearthrise I hope you find someone who helps you learn how to not be such a festering cunt.

I started out this post not even know who the fuck Cait Corrain is. I still don't give a fuck because shit people can go fuck off into oblivion for all the fucks I don't give but since some asshat antis can’t be fucked to do a goddamn second of research I guess much like that ep9 I'm rewriting I’ll just fucking do this too.

Cait's a reylo about as much as you @watchingtheearthrise and you’re both welcome to let the door hit y’all on the ass on the way out.

[kepler-ki]

Reading Tag Meme

Tagged by the wonderful @the-grey-hunt - thanks for inviting me to do this!

Fair warning, a lot of the questions are things I see as synonymous, but I’ll try and come up with different answers for as many as possible.

The last book I read:

A Furious Sky: The Five-Hundred-Year History of America’s Hurricanes by Eric Jay Dolin. It’s a nonfiction pretty well represented by the title. I’ve been interested in hurricanes for a couple years as natural disasters, but haven’t really gotten the chance to study atmospheric science in school and don’t think I will before graduating. But it does a really good job representing both the scientific and historical significance of hurricanes.

A book I recommend:

For just a quick fun read, I’d say probably Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. I picked up a copy in the airport before a flight and couldn’t put it down until I finished it at around midnight. It’s hopeful somehow despite being about one man drifting (mostly) alone in space, trying to mitigate an apocalypse.

If I’m feeling more fantasy, which is often, Tress of the Emerald Sea is a great, quick way to introduce folks to Brandon Sanderson.

A book I couldn’t put down:

Project Hail Mary, as well as Oathbringer and Rhythm of War (books 3&4 of The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson). The latter two are about 1200 pages and I got through them in a couple days, so I remember only a couple of the broad strokes and very little else lol. But they were very good! Fantastic characters, magic system, and worldbuilding - Kaladin’s mindset in particular is so interesting, and I think his depression was written really thoughtfully. Rereading the series before book 5 comes out later this year.

A book I’ve read twice (or more):

So many. I love rereading. I guess I’ll say the Murderbot series by Martha Wells or Eragon by Christopher Paolini.

A book on my TBR:

Uhh… I’ll figure it out sometime. I still haven’t made it to System Collapse (Murderbot #7) so maybe that? Or maybe Salt: A World History? Or Castle in the Air, book 2 of the World of Howl by Diana Wynne Jones? Or a book my friend lent me whose title I’m not sure I remember? …this is why I reread so much.

A book I’ve put down:

Most recently, The Binding by Bridget Collins and The Well of Ascension and Legion by Brandon Sanderson. I really didn’t like characters important to the stories.

A book on my wish list:

Anything on my TBR that I don’t own already.

A favorite book from childhood:

I really liked the Eragon series, and The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I’m sure I wouldn’t enjoy Secrets of Droon and Magic Tree House now, but I loved them in elementary school.

A book I would give to a friend:

Depends on what that friend is interested in. I loaned The Graveyard Book to someone recently. I’ve also recommended Project Hail Mary, Howl’s Moving Castle, Stormlight Archive, Sanderson’s Secret Projects (aside from Frugal Wizard, fantastic),… a lot of others.

A book of poetry or lyrics that I own:

Not really any? My boyfriend owns a copy of Poe’s collections, but we haven’t gone through many together.

A nonfiction book that I own:

I think just Furious Sky right now, not including textbooks. I’ve recently started commuting and I think I prefer nonfiction audiobooks to fiction, but I generally prefer fantasy.

What I’m currently reading:

A few books lol. I’m listening to Men at Arms for the first time with my boyfriend, and rereading Oathbringer and Howl’s Moving Castle. A professor loaned me another book on hurricanes that I’ve been chipping my way through. I rarely stick to just one at a time.

What I’m planning on reading next:

There is no planning process - it’s just what I feel like at the time. I’ll probably pick something on my list? Maybe.

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No pressure to reply, but I’ll go ahead and tag @awesomefroggy @grayintogreen @professor-rye

[moonstruckmoony]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag bbys @choccy-milky @the-ozzie @keri-mcberry @ethniee 🩵

LAST SONG? - oh no, you’ve opened the Pandora box. When given the chance I usually couldn’t shut up about music and when asked questions like these I can never just say only one… Mostly for the purpose of finding kindred spirits 😶 Nowadays I often listen to RnB, Soul, Hiphop, 70s-80s hits, Jazz fusion, Jpop and Rap… but I do listen to a wide range of stuff, from Jazz and Classical to Rock/Punk and Metal (loove Paramore and BMTH), to Kpop (I’m an ARMY btw) and Anime songs lmao.

But I digress. The last 3 songs (yes even now I still can’t choose just one 😔) I listened to were:

Suuper sick 1976 Japanese funk track the I discovered, I dove into Minako Yoshida’s stuff and she’s suuper cool.

There’s this lovely playlist on spotify called “sade, erykah badu, lauryn hill vibes 🧚‍♀️✨” by someone called izzy eve and as a lover of all 3 i’m living for it 😫🩵

FAVORITE COLOR? - if it’s not obvious already, it’s light blue, could be baby blue, robin egg blue, or serenity blue 🩵 though most irl people would guess black, seeing 98% of the time I wear always wear black…

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - I mostly watch YouTube nowadays but yesterday I marathoned “Madougushi Dahlia wa Utsumukanai” (or Dahlia in Bloom in English). I’m a big fan of the red-haired, strong-heroine-anime trifecta (Red-haired Snow White, Akatsuki no Yona, and The Ancient Magus Bride), so I assume I’ll love Dahlia in Bloom and I was right. I’m just a huge sucker for heroes/heroines who are both passionate and skilled in their craft/hobbies, add with a little dash of obsession in the topic that they excelled in.

SWEET/SPICY/ SAVORY? - SAVORY. Same as you guys @choccy-milky and @the-ozzie , I’m an absolute sodium menace. Bags of chips and instant noodles (particularly Shin Ramyun, or Indomie) are my kryptonites…. I’ve been eating healthier these past few months though. I set a rule for myself to put in veggies and fruits and good proteins first before I’m allowed to eat whatever I want. But yeah, even tho I do love spicy and sweet as well, I’m addicted to salt 💀

LAST MOVIE? - Wow I don’t remember which one was the last one, it was either Ultraman: Rising or Women King (I know I’m late but God, Viola Davis was magnificent in that one).

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - I leave it to you guys to guess lol

CURRENT OBSESSION? - Well, Hogwarts Legacy is a given, but besides that, a resurfacing obsession is The Umbrella Academy… 👉🏻👈🏻It’s my comfort show, comfort characters, comfort cast! Just got back into it again since it has ended. And with how season 4 being so…. lackluster(I wouldn’t call it total garbage like most brellies bcs there are things I enjoyed but I agree that it’s a mess and I hate that they ‘ruined’ many of the characters.), I started rewatching my fav scenes from previous seasons and started seeking for fics in Ao3 (my first time ever hunting for TUA fics even tho I started watched TUA the year S1 came out). Fic author brellies are such a blessing, I’ve read fics that are so much better than the experience of watching season 4, with all the emotional complexities they’re able to write and their creativity… just chef’s kiss.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - Cyrillic alphabets lmao. I learned how to read them back during the pandemic out of boredom and curiosity… Yesterday I came across a Russian sentence on my friend’s laptop sticker and I forgot how to read “ю” and “л” so I googled it 😂

Non-obligatory tag, you don’t have to do it! ☺️ also idk who amongst you has done it already, sorry if you have 🥲 I’m just tagging HL people I genuinely want to get to know. @diana-bluewolf @rednite-dork @tamayula-hl @sallowly @sparxyv @ccelicaa @hummingmuggle @gogglesyoyinyin @applinsandoranges @alun1r @gce-hiiragimare @morelikeravenbore @vienguinn @alliezarin

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tag 9 people you'd like to know better. Prob won’t be able to do 9 ppl bc most of the ppl I’d tag were tagged, in addition to me, by @bellinitini and @when-did-this-become-difficult, two of my dearest dfs (dafucks dear friends)

last song: Buscando Oro by LOUJAY and Carlos Vallarino

currently reading: The Outsiders by SE Hinton and the Popol Vuh, both in Spanish to punish myself to get better. I’ve also finally started reading Out of Control: The Story of the Reagan Administration's Secret War in Nicaragua, the Illegal Arms Pipeline, and the Contra Drug Connection by Leslie Cockburn which I started last year and just never got around to finishing. Just ordered The Bastard Brigade by Sam Kean on Amazon, which I have no doubt I’ll start reading immediately

currently watching: Finished The Bear in the span of a day so like not actively watching technically anymore? Except when I put it on to run in the background while I work. Another show I’ve been doing that with is the X Files, which provides a deep and heavy rotation sksk and then I’m like halfway through Top Boy which is fulfilling the need I have for new episodes of The Wire even though the show ended like 20 years ago so sksj

current obsession: hmmmmmmm I guess I have two really cracked ships that I’m kind of preoccupied with. One I can’t name bc it’s for an exchange, and the other I wrote an Andrea/Carrillo fic for the Narcos fandom smut alphabet and have nottttttttt been able to stop the rotisserie-ing with them. Going back to my roots too, reading some new San Diego Reader articles that’s reignited as if it ever really went out lbr my love and passion for my otp, Dinarrón. Also been working on this fan video for Sky Rojo that I’m pretty fucking obsessed with and can’t wait to finish bc it’s gonna be sick, even though only me and like 3 other ppl on the internet have seen the show

Taglist (only if you so wish to participate): @artemiseamoon @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @purplesong1028 @proceduralpassion @roostersrocket @garbinge @flightlessangelwings @salt-is-a-terrible-currency

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Trust Fall | Ch7b

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Yinsen discusses his contingency plan for the attacks on Gulmira, then unexpectedly offers it to Emory as a path to help them escape.

Length: 3,659

I’m shy as hell about saying this but if anyone wants to be tagged or ask me to write something please do! Tags: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon, @starksbf

Excerpt:

“You! Where is your white horse? You’re doing everything out of order! Aren’t you supposed to wait until the damsel in distress actually cries out for help before you ride up and fuck with everything?” Emory says, her grey eyes blazing with anger. She’s leaning over Yinsen, who is seated where she’d been just moments before, on his cot. The shirt she’d been wearing under the one she used as a towel is navy blue with its sleeves cut off, and Tony can see a tiny trickle of blood on her arm from the injection.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he demands, still stunned immobile by what he’d just witnessed. His feet are lead weights, and so, he worries, is his heart. The image of him slapping the empty hypodermic onto the floor too late for it to matter is like a flake of shrapnel in his brain. He has no electromagnet to keep it from playing back over and over behind his eyelids when he blinks.

“They used to bury people alive back before they could detect really subtle life signs. Sometimes they’d find coffin lids with scratch marks in them, people whose fingernails were torn off in desperation, trying to escape. That’s what I just did. I tore off my fingernail in hopes that it could lift the lid, prevent my death,” Emory says to him in a hollow voice.

Chapter Seven: 115 117 110 108 105 103 104 116

A few hours later, she sets the book down with a frown, coming over to Yinsen’s call for food.

“You look unhappy. What, of the many possible reasons, is it?” he asks her.

“Your book, sorry to say. There really isn't a protagonist! It’s driving me crazy!”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’ve read books that hop around before, but to me, reading a novel is mostly about connecting with the characters, then watching them go through the plot. This book, though! I get it-- it’s clearly about the plot, to the point where the author doesn’t seem to worry much about whether the reader latches onto a character,” she says, taking the bowl Tony offers her before realizing it’s Tony offering her the bowl.

“Exploring new career paths,” he shrugs.

“So is this selfless in that you’re putting yourself in a position you’ve never been in before, or is it self ish in that you’re taking one of the only jobs that poor Yinsen has in this small little cave ecosystem?” she asks him impudently.

“Self defense. Man is just too heavy on the salt.”

Yinsen laughs at this.

“I guess it would be mean of me to pretend I’m dying at the first bite,” Emory muses, looking at a spoonful. “I’ll wait till four or five, I guess.”

“You were saying, about the book?” Tony asks, his gaze warm and just a touch combative, in a playful way.

The stew is actually no different from how it always is, which she supposes is a strange sort of triumph for Tony.

“So I’m almost at the end of the book. It looks like the whole point of the plot is that Earthlings have a chance to evolve in a way that their temporary alien overlords never will be able to. So everything has been building to that moment. But the scene where the children evolve to have inexplicable powers is written as a kind of horror moment! The parents are frightened by the powers their children display, and the kids are eventually taken away from them entirely. There’s no standpoint of empathy, though, just curiosity, really. I’m disconcerted. I liked the book, but feel really ungrounded by it.”

“I felt the same way to some extent. In the end, I concluded that the unsettled feeling was intentional. Such an evolution that robs humanity of its future would be indeed horrible for the adults who are blocked from experiencing it.” Yinsen’s eyes are animated with interest in a way she’s hardly ever seen. “If you were given an opportunity to develop such powers, would you take it, do you think?”

“I don’t think I’d want to mind meld with some weird Overmind, like in the story,” Emory says, frowning. “But I think everyone in their life has thought about having superpowers of some sort, at least once.”

“I always wanted to fly,” Tony says with a crooked smile, looking over at his schematics.

“I wanted to be invisible, through my older childhood. My parents fought a lot. But I watched a tv show once where this guy got to wish for things and the wishes were granted-- and he didn’t think through being invisible. He got hit and killed by a car, forgetting they wouldn’t see to avoid him,” Emory says, wincing. “I mean, technically, I could get out of here by being invisible, but could I really? If I were in the line of sight for someone firing at you in that suit, for example, they’d hit me even if they didn’t know I was there.”

“Man, you really are Miss Glass Is Empty, aren’t you? You gave the half-full glass to Rory and you’re just making do,” Tony says around a mouthful of beans. “Anyway, that’s assuming you can pick the superpower. Most people don’t get to. They just get what they get.” He pats his ARC reactor.

“But if you had the choice to try, would you do it?” Yinsen asks, his voice oddly urgent.

“Me?” Emory asks, wondering what his life lesson will be this time. “Is this about wanting things we can’t have, versus things we can?”

“Not at all. It’s a discussion on what you might be willing to do, if it were available, to survive past their discovery that Stark is not, in fact, building what they expect him to.”

“Are you serious?” Tony asks him.

“Yes. The conference I attended, just before being brought here, was not my true reason for being in Europe. I was there to meet someone I’d contacted through great personal risk.” He looks down at his bowl. “I’m from a small town called Gulmira. It’s actually a nice place,” Yinsen says, smiling ruefully. “At least it was, before it started being on the periphery of this kind of activity.” He gestures at the cave around them. “I started to fear for my family’s life. My oldest son, he’s intelligent but impulsive. I wanted to provide him some kind of defense, more than just our minds, to keep the family safe should something happen to me. I was just a few hours late.”

“What happened?” Tony asks, sounding concerned. Emory had already been a bit uneasy, but Tony’s tone signals to her that he’s just as worried, perhaps more so.

“They took me, and unknowingly, the serum I’d obtained using the last of the family’s assets. So now it is here, with me.”

“Your family?” Emory asks.

The two men share a look, and Tony gets up to take care of his bowl before she can see his expression. She has a terrible feeling that this means something horrible happened to Yinsen’s family.

“Wait, so you’re saying you actually have something with you that you had intended to use on your own son?” she presses Yinsen.

“I do. I believe it would be wasted on me. Stark has his suit. I am offering it to you.”

“You were scammed, old man,” Tony says bluntly, sitting back down with a metal cup. “No way that’s anything more than sugar water.”

“If it is, then there’s no harm in trying it, is there?” Yinsen says. He’s not defensive in response to Tony's suggestion that he’d been duped, which is surprising.

“Yes,” Tony says flatly. “It could be anything. Convenient that you’re not interested in using it on yourself, hmm?”

To Emory, the ‘hmm’ at the end of Tony’s statement feels like reflecting back one of Yinsen’s own language patterns. His accusation reads as false to her, so to smooth things over between the men, she asks Yinsen a question. A crazy, impulsive part of her wants to jump at this chance, even if it does turn out to be nothing. She’s so very tired of living in someone else’s shadow, of being someone else’s damsel to be rescued.

“Did you get any instructions on its use? There’s no refrigerator here, it could be impotent at this point.”

“I was instructed to keep it against my chest until use.”

Tony snorts in derision.

“Weren’t you telling me to be more selfish?” Emory says, rolling up her left sleeve. It doesn’t go very far, given how much it’s already rolled, so she shrugs, and pulls it off entirely.

“What are you doing?” Tony asks, his tone full of alarm.

“Being selfish. I want to do it.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony tells her, standing up.

“You’re not in charge of me.” His assertive tone in what is ostensibly her defense is exciting in a way, but he doesn’t have authority over her just because she was in the same vehicle when they were attacked.

“I won’t watch you die in here!” he shouts.

“Well that’s what you’ll be doing, suit or no suit, you know that, right? You’ve bought me what? A month? So what if it’s sugar water? Nothing will change!” she shouts back, standing up. “What if it’s not? What if I can help you both get out?”

“It could be fentanyl, heroin, tainted blood plasma! You have no idea!”

“Most of those things have value, you think someone’s going to scam a kindly scientist out of what he describes as a fortune with anything they could sell to someone else?” Emory argues, backing away from the table. 

“Your logic is faulty. You’re impulsive, not thinking clearly,” he tells her, walking in her direction.

Emory knocks over her chair in his path to slow him down, backing toward where Yinsen has retreated to his cot.

“You’d know all about those things, wouldn’t you? You’ve spent your life being impulsive, having enough money not to think things through!” she accuses, pulling his work chair out and knocking it over, too. The more Tony seeks to stop her, the more Emory wants to do it. It feels like exactly the sort of last-minute, desperate solution that could change things for her situation, just like his plans to build a metal suit powered by the reactor he’s just built. “How is this any different than the experimental surgery you went through? You turned that into a chance to get out, didn’t you?”

“I was dying--”

“So am I! I’m a dead woman walking, Tony, and you know it. Let me rely on more than your kisses to stay alive, will you?” she begs, backing up into Yinsen’s cot and falling into it in surprise. She closes her eyes and gulps in a few frantic breaths. The strange desperation she feels is a completely new feeling, and Emory feels light-headed.

“You truly want this?” Yinsen asks her. She nods, meaning to say ‘I think so’ but still recovering from the shock of sitting down so abruptly.

“Don’t you dare--” Tony says, rushing toward them.

In a smooth movement, Yinsen moves her loose shirt out of the way of her bare arm and sinks the hypodermic needle in, steadily pressing the plunger even as Tony skids to a halt in front of them, clearly aghast.

Tony slaps the needle out of Yinsen’s hand the second he pulls it away from Emory’s arm. Then Tony punches the man right in the face.

“Tony!” Emory screams, shoving at him and struggling to get back up. He feels like his muscles have spent all of their energy and have locked into place, hands fisted, legs apart, in a fighting stance without any fight left. All he can do is stand there and watch as Yinsen pulls his hand away from his bloody nose to stare at it, surprised, before Emory tears one of her shirts off and wraps it around the hand, pushing the bundle back onto his nose to staunch the bleeding.

“Impulse begets impulse begets impulse,” the interpreter says in an infuriatingly calm voice.

“Are there shoelaces? Anything we can use to make a tourniquet? We have to stop that stuff from getting too far into her system,” Tony says in a rush, hearing the fear in his voice and choosing to interpret it as horror, and not despair. He’d had no idea how important Emory was to his personal sense of well-being until he’d watched a man he knew had saved his own life inject her with something that could very well kill her.

“It is done, Stark. Sooner than I anticipated, but perhaps that will work to our benefit.” Yinsen’s voice is muffled by the shirt and his (hopefully broken, Tony thinks to himself viciously) nose.

“You! Where is your white horse? You’re doing everything out of order! Aren’t you supposed to wait until the damsel in distress actually cries out for help before you ride up and fuck with everything?” Emory says, her grey eyes blazing with anger. She’s leaning over Yinsen, who is seated where she’d been just moments before, on his cot. The shirt she’d been wearing under the one she used as a towel is navy blue with its sleeves cut off, and Tony can see a tiny trickle of blood on her arm from the injection.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he demands, still stunned immobile by what he’d just witnessed. His feet are lead weights, and so, he worries, is his heart. The image of him slapping the empty hypodermic onto the floor too late for it to matter is like a flake of shrapnel in his brain. He has no electromagnet to keep it from playing back over and over behind his eyelids when he blinks.

“They used to bury people alive back before they could detect really subtle life signs. Sometimes they’d find coffin lids with scratch marks in them, people whose fingernails were torn off in desperation, trying to escape. That’s what I just did. I tore off my fingernail in hopes that it could lift the lid, prevent my death,” Emory says to him in a hollow voice.

He wants to shake her, but Tony doesn’t know what effect that could have on whatever horrible substance is now making its way inside her body. “So, what? Is this ego? You can’t stand that I’ve come up with an option that could possibly save us?”

“Think about what you just said and then see if you can repeat it with a straight face,” Emory snaps at him.

She’s right, damn her. He’d pushed her to be selfish, to think of what might be best for her needs, and what had that all been for? A vain hope that she would decide that he was right for her needs? Was anything he’s said to her in this fucking cave something worthwhile, or was he just selfish over and over again?

“Did it come with instructions?” he asks Yinsen, his voice gruff and still shaking, whether with fury or concern, he’s not sure. All of his emotions are mixed up in a slurry in his head right now, probably because he won’t even recognize some of them as valid. Concern? Good. Lust? Typical. Affection? Concerning but probably understandable, given the circumstances. Anything else is part of the Not Here, Not Now conglomerate, and Tony has no intention of merging with that company.

He hopes they’re not planning for a hostile takeover.

“One dose, wait a week, give the other. Very dangerous to miss the second, they said. However much anger you have for me, temper it with reason and compassion, or you’ll make her suffer needlessly,” Yinsen says weakly.

“Side effects?”

“Who knows?”

Tony’s jaw hurts from clenching it so tightly. “Well. I have our rescue to work on, so I’ll leave you to monitor her. Teach her some Farsi, Urdu, or whatever they scream at us when they barge in here, will ya? Because if they need to reduce spending on food, I have just the suggestion for them.”

“Tony! Come on,” Emory protests, straightening up and walking over to him. She lowers her voice a little, but Tony doesn’t think it’s to hide anything from Yinsen. He thinks it’s an unconscious mannerism she’s used to using on Rory, a strategy where the speaker is more quiet, which leads the agitated person to lower their voice, too. She’s handling him. “He said he was going to take it himself. He said he was going to give it to his son. I understand your mistrust and uncertainty, but I balanced those with the evidence I do have.” She crosses her arms, then frowns and uncrosses them, letting her left arm hang free and putting her right hand on her hip.

Tony raises his eyebrows, nods at her left arm. “It hurts already? I’m sure that bodes well. Hey, maybe you’ll develop healing powers, and you can use them to heal up from whatever’s giving you the powers in the first place. That’s how that’s supposed to work, right?” He doesn’t remember any of the medical stuff Rhodey had told him in safety briefings. Hell, he doesn’t fucking remember most of the medical stuff he was required to learn in college. He’s 42, that was more than two decades ago, at this point.

“Why are you so angry?” Emory asks, her voice even quieter than before. He wonders if she does it so reflexively that she doesn’t even realize.

He can hear the fury in his voice; his gestures are jerky and swift as he catches her in his gaze and starts to lecture. “This isn’t day camp. We don’t try things in Afghanistan death caves! What you do has an effect on the rest of us, did you consider that? What am I supposed to say if you get sick? ‘No no, I actually find that attractive, please don’t kill her.’ Fuck, Emory, what if they do it anyway and kidnap another woman to take your place!”

His chest aches, and Tony isn’t sure that has anything to do with the apparatus that currently resides there. It’s a metaphorical ache. There’s literally no cure for it, not when the cause is a young woman who seems determined to take exactly the wrong lessons from their discussions about making selfish vs. selfless choices.

Tony’s mental filing system has always been all fucked up, partly because his thought processes have way more connections than the average person. Right now, that system is in anarchy, filing links to Emory in all kinds of places she doesn’t belong, places that imply she’s emotionally important to him, and not just in a temporary way. Tony is coming up against a problem he’s never experienced before, the issue that his mind didn’t fucking ask permission to do this, so he’s finding her everywhere he turns. Every single damned place she’s been installed is sending error messages, too, now that her life is in even more danger.

He’s struggling not to show these realizations on his face as they stand staring at each other. Her expression has tightened into a kind of weary defensiveness, and when she opens her mouth, Tony suspects that what she has to say will show she hasn’t been chastened at all by what he’s said. Far from it.

“I’m glad you’re not bound by the battery anymore. I’m pleased that you have no intention of building them their murder missiles. But you didn’t ask Yinsen or I whether it was a good idea do the opposite of what the terrorists are expecting you to build. So don’t stand there and be sanctimonious about my responsibility to make group decisions, here,” Emory says, her voice quiet but intense. “At least if they find out what I’ve done, they’ll just laugh, or be confused. When they find out what you’ve done? They’ll kill us.”  

“Which one of us has experience making important, life-changing choices?” he says, twisting his tone into a superior, insulting one. Most people who get into arguments with him end up stung and bruised, because he’s good at it.

“Don’t act like the lives of yourself and your board members were ever at stake when you made those decisions. Not when the table you were gathered around was probably worth more money than the villages that ended up destroyed with your weapons!”

Mentally, he reels back, but physically, all Tony can do is stare at Emory as she pushes past him and heads for her cot.

The last thing he wants to do is make eye contact with Yinsen, so he turns to watch her.

“Don’t let that pride in your cheap shot stop you from speaking up if you start feeling sick,” he calls out, pushing his voice up to his usual standard of cocky and confident, even though it wasn’t such a cheap shot, and she probably should feel proud.

Emory shoots back a glare at him, but all Tony sees is that her hairline is damp. She’s sweating. Whatever reaction her body is going to have to that injection is starting already. Shit, he thinks.

The best he can do is get the suit built as fast as he can. Right now his schematic calls for welding, nothing he can’t do by himself, with both his cave companions in various states of disconnected from him.

Tony misses his people. Not the hangers-on, not the women, not the yes-sayers, but Happy, Pepper, Rhodey. Hell, it had been Pepper’s birthday the day he left. She deserved better than this.

He tries to picture Pepper in the cave with them as he lines up the next piece to weld and pulls down the ridiculous World War II fighter pilot safety glasses. Honestly, she’s tougher than she looks, but picturing having to kiss her to keep her valuable to the terrorists and thus alive makes him a little ill. Pepper has been a part of his life for so long that she’s like a member of his family.

Besides, he’s the one who would be paying out to keep her alive. Obie (who Tony just… doesn’t miss, which is interesting) would probably have gone hard-ass on any ransom demand for Pepper Potts. Tony turns off the welding torch and leans over to examine his handiwork. It’s possible that if Pepper had been in the hum-vee with him, she’d already be dead. That thought also makes him sick. Happy would be dead, too, most likely. He lines up the next, longer piece and starts up the torch again.

Hell, Obie might still have gone hard-ass, even when it came to Tony himself. He might be consolidating his power in the company without Tony. It’s not like JARVIS could legally serve as the executor of the Stark estate, even if he would be the single most qualified entity to do so. Is Pepper frantically working on trying to find him and protecting his private and business assets, all while he is stuck in this remote wasteland, vainly trying to build a suit of armor out of scraps from his missiles? The thought is depressing as hell.

“Well, I wanted to distract myself,” Tony mutters to himself, turning the torch off to look at the weld he finished. “I’m just that good.”

Next chapter, Emory and Tony's feelings for each other deepen with the new danger Emory faces by taking the serum injection.

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Relationship Status: *blinks* um, look. Greysexual and Greyromantic, I guess I’m out here waiting for the one while making no effort whatsoever to find them. I don’t really care for the whole *waves hand* relationship deal.

Favourite Colour: Orange- like, the kind of burnt orange that the sunset paints the horizon. I have this memory that I can basically touch, where something happened with the clouds and the sky and the sun or whatever, and the entire world around me was just orange. It was like when you put on tinted lenses, but nature did it. That’s the day orange took over purple for my favourite colour.

Stuck in my head: A Saving People Problem. Some James x Draco goodness. Thanks for that Ollie.

Last song I listened to: Apparently it was Come Over (Again) by the Crawlers. Good ol’ favourites list.

3 Favourite Foods: At the moment its, Clems Chicken, GYG Mini Enchilada with spicy beef, annnddddd.... Hmm. Ooh the Crunchy Salted Caramel chocolate from Aldi. Yummmmm

Last thing I googled: How high is an overpass 🤣

Dream trip: Look, I dream small okay? I had a trip planned a few years ago to go to Mt. Gambier, but didn’t make it because I sort of maybe crashed my car. And I don’t think I can move on and think about another trip until I’ve been there. I want to swim in a crater lake dammit.

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Last Song: was something from my streaming playlist but I’m gonna put the one that’s stuck in my head rn lol

Favorite color: minty green! Second is like a lilac/lavender which is why I chose those two for branding colors for my art!

Last Movie/Show: I think probably watching Barbie with a friend a couple weeks ago? I’ve been weirdly obsessed with FNAF lore after seeing the movie with a discord group so I’ve been watching a lot of those lore videos on YouTube lately. I’ve been calling it Kidz Bop Conspiracy Theories, but some of the videos are just nice super long video essays that are good to have on in the background

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: yes. If I have to pick just one savory probably wins because I love salt but the other two are awesome too

Relationship Status: single. Aiming to be a spinster tbh I enjoy my alone time more than I enjoy most relationships.

Last thing I googled: “good pizza great pizza sign language” there’s a character who orders in sign and I thought I remembered one of the signs but not all the ones the character used so I looked it up to make sure.

Current Obsession: as previously mentioned FNAF lore, which is like a begrudging interest and I haven’t given the creator any money, but aside from that still being weird about The Hunger Games franchise and doing my art 👍🏻 I guess I’ve also been looking up A Lot of life figure drawings to get ideas for poses when I model too. Trying to keep things fresh when you have the same group of people every week is a task.

I’ll tag a few people I’ve seen in my notes recently but no pressure like always and if I don’t tag you and you want to do this feel free to tag yourself! @mrdreadful @riverofempathy @generouslyandrogynousdragon @seaniepop

[hydrangeyes]

Bundle of Daffodil flowers

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Edit Nov.8.2023: So this was a start to something that was a male reader. So I will still tag it as such. But I guess it can read zelda x link on its own as well. Wrote it when I first finished all of BOTW

This is honestly pure indulgence on my half. I adore Botw and the feelings it invokes in me on all scales are just wild lol. So here’s a Anyway-

Summary: They both weren’t suppose to know of his existence but with Ganon taken cared of for the most part, Impa couldn’t help but recall someone long ago.

This a pretty slow read and a slow burn, Link talks but not alot?? just think since in game he does why not, hinted poly, with angst and v**lence, hinted abuse, a lot of just characters wandering/world building, also maybe smut (up to debate), scenes will have a warning before they begin

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Chapter 1: Hidden Riddles

“It’s been a hundred years, would he still be alive if..”

“I’m almost sure he is! my and my darling even saw his patterns change recently!”

“Shh you’ll wake our guest Purah, They need their rest.”

“I know...but for him to stir as soon as the calamity is dealt with.. We never did check in to see if he was also affected.”

“.....Let’s just wait, there’s not much we can do about it right now.”

the soft sounds of Impa and purah talking trailed off ending with the sounds of the front door closing. Link finally shifts from where he was asleep in a pile with Zelda in the guest room. He’s been up since the early morning, it being the afternoon if the warm light coming from the window was any indication.

‘Hm.’ carefully getting up to not wake the princess, she needed all the rest she can get. Not bothering to put on shoes, The wooden floors felt warm enough anyway. And there’s no need to keep up appearances here so he doesn’t bother to tie up his hair.

Anything to do with ganon he felt both a sense of restlessness and bone deep exhaustion. He needed to eat something. Wandering a bit to impa’s little kitchen, link makes sure not to make too much noise as it seems the two elders were just on the porch. And he wasn’t sure how they’d react to him essentially listening in on them.

‘Could it be another yiga clan member? mm no purah wouldn’t sound so worried if that’s the case.’ Thinking on it, link tilts his head tossing some mushrooms and crushed flowers from his pockets. He was craving a creamy soup.

Letting that with some fresh milk and salt cook, Link peers out of the window. It’s not that he wasn’t already itching to get back to exploring the world, but not with the princess with him...He had to think on whether he could and where she wanted to go.

‘If it could be trouble, I’ll ask about it.’

“Link?” a soft mumble came from behind him just as a head lightly presses against his back. Zelda sleepily leans against link for a moment as a wake up hello and shuffle eye up the pot of boiling food.

“You should be sleeping.” Link mumbles turning to her. Zelda pauses from trying a spoonful of the soup. “I feel rested up, abit of a headache but. Just... I can’t stop thinking on what to do next.”

She hums eating the bet on the spoon and gently pushes her hair back. “I.. want to talk to you about it first.”

Link rubs the back of his neck at how serious her expression was, walking over to kill the fire under the pot of soup. “Let’s eat first, think we both will feel abit more energized if we do.”

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“I don’t want to be the princess- no the Queen of Hyrule just yet.”

Zelda says as soon as she puts down her empty bowel, her face set and fist clenched. “I know I should. Should do and reaffirm connections and gather those who are willing to get hyrule cleaned up and rebuilt but-!”

She shakes her head and then huff in annoyance flicking her hair back. “I’m tired and for once I want to do what I want to do with my life.”

She takes a second “I want to become a traveler, mm well a traveling researcher. I still want to learn about the shekiah

Link watches her closely from where he was still sipping at the broth, keeping his pose relaxed as zelda gathered her thoughts. He notes that this seems like something she thought about for so time. Glancing to the front door he finishes what’s left in the bowl. Zelda wanting to live her life, to explore, and research wasn’t a new concept to him. He knew she wanted to do this back when they were becoming close friends.

Zelda lets out a tired breathe, now that she was free. Now that she had what felt like all the time in the world, she wanted to spend it actually doing things she can enjoy. It was that part of her, the one that sounded like her father, that kept pushing for her to step up in the way her father would.

“So link, my knight- no my dearest friend.... Will you join me? Not just as my guard but as my mentor in this.”

[teecupangel]

*finally sits down to read Marriage Interviews this evening*

Damn, Clay’s shins are black and blue now. Desmond’s are a little too actually. Lucy better watch out tho, Desmond might put salt in her coffee for making him do all those interviews even if it was good in the end. Sappy happy fic was sappy, and I definitely teared up a couple times🥺 so good♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ I loved the back story in there too and all the references to the other kingdoms being different video game universes, I really loved that (mushroom kingdom rabbids reference made me snort out loud). And the ending!! Gosh. It’s like if this was 6 years ago I would keysmash……. Fuck it, aljdhdhdkalakfjfj.

Now. Now I shall put Zero Eclipse on my kindle and binge it. (I have read the first eleven chapters I think??) I have been putting it off for too long! I actually want to read it I don’t know why I haven’t 😭. Maybe that will be my Christmas read. I always need a good fic to read while recovering from the holiday overstimulation, so maybe I’ll read it these next couple nights.

I read the other updates too, and I think Continuous was my favorite update; not like the others where bad, in fact I really really enjoyed finding out the back story from Altaïr’s pov in fiat, but i actually kinda did a little squeak when Desmond realized he was bleeding Maria with Giovanni, lol. And ngl, I teared up a bit reading the first chapter of Persisting.😞

Thank you for the updates🙇🏼🙇🏼🙇🏼🙇🏼

Honestly, I think Lucy would have her hands full preparing the wedding with Kadar. And Desmond wouldn't have time to add salt in her coffee because he'll have his hands full as well.

I'm glad you loved this sappy happy fic. Honestly, I was planning on writing a mostly crack fic, the characters are the ones who decided to make it sappy. I'm not complaining. I liked how it ended up.

The other video game references were definitely because I made Ubisoft an actual shadowy character so it just made sense to add more video games into it (the Mushroom Kingdom Rabbids reference definitely made it there because I actually enjoyed playing that game... it's a solid strategy game).

You're planning to read Zero Eclipse while recovering from the holiday overstimulation? Uuuhhh... maybe I should warn you that Zero Eclipse can get quite... well... angsty so be careful? I really made that Angst with a Happy Ending tag work its ass off.

Oh, thank you! Altaïr's POV was fun to write. I honestly like writing in Altaïr's POV. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally write a multichaptered fic on his POV one of these days XD I feel bad saying I'm happy that the 1st chapter of Persisting made you tear up but that means I did a good job writing the angst there too. I am sorry for those who just wanted to read about Bayek fucking Desmond. And, yeah, full disclosures. I absolutely kept it vague who he was bleeding in the latest Continuous chapter 'cause I wanted to see if people would guess it was Giovanni before the 'big' reveal hahahaha

Thank you for reading them and taking the time to send this ask! I hope you enjoy reading Zero Eclipse! :)

[girlkisser13]

california gurls

"california girls, we're unforgettable" "daisy dukes, bikinis on top" "sun-kissed skin so hot, we'll melt your popsicles"

pairings: piper mclean x neptune fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. tooth rooting fluff. established relationship.

summary: your girlfriend teaches you how to surf under the california sun.

the hung high in the california sky, painting the ocean in shades of blue and gold. a warm breeze carried the scent of salt and sunscreen, blending with the sound of waves crashing against the shore. you stood on the sand, the pacific ocean stretching out in front of you, your toes curling into the wet sand as you watched the waves roll in. it felt strange being nervous around the ocean— your father, neptune, had claimed you as his daughter, after all. but there was a big difference between controlling the water with your powers and riding a surfboard on top of it.

next to you, piper adjusted the straps on her bikini top, a playful grin tugging at her lips. she looked effortlessly cool with her tousled brown hair falling around her shoulders and her deep tan making her multicolored eyes stand out even more. you felt your heart do a little flip just watching her. she caught your eye and winked.

"so, daughter of neptune, ready to conquer the ocean?" piper asked, handing you a surfboard. her voice was teasing, full of that playful confidence you loved.

you groaned, taking the board from her. "you know, not all of us grew up on surfboards. there aren’t exactly beaches at camp jupiter," you pointed out. you tucked the board under your arm, trying to ignore the slight tremble in your hands.

piper laughed, the sound light and musical. "excuses, excuses. you’ve been living in california most of your life. how did you not pick up surfing?" she was clearly enjoying this a little too much.

you rolled your eyes. "i wasn’t exactly drawn to surfing as a kid. i was a little busy training to stay alive, you know? surfing wasn’t exactly part of the curriculum."

piper’s smile softened, and she reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "hey, i’m just teasing. i’m glad we’re doing this. it’s good to have some time just for us," she said, her voice gentle.

you smiled back at her, your nerves fading a little. "yeah, me too. just don’t laugh if i fall off, okay?"

"no promises," she said with a smirk. "but seriously, you’ll be fine. it’s not like the ocean’s going to hurt you. you’re practically royalty out here. and besides, you’ve got me." she leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you felt a wave of warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

you chuckled, the sound a little shaky. "yeah, i’ve got a californian girlfriend. i guess i’m pretty safe."

piper took your hand, her thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles. "more than safe. and if you need a distraction…" she grinned wickedly, and before you could ask what she meant, she started singing, "california girls, we’re unforgettable. daisy dukes, bikinis on top!"

you laughed, the sound bubbling up and pushing away the last of your nerves. "oh, so we’re singing now? i didn’t realize we were putting on a show for the whole beach," you teased.

piper winked at you and kept singing, her voice rising over the sound of the waves. you couldn’t help but join in, your voices mixing with the ocean breeze. for a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only people in the world, just you, piper, and the endless stretch of sand and sea.

eventually, you both stopped singing, laughing as you caught your breath. piper squeezed your hand one more time before letting go. "okay, let’s get in the water. i’ll show you how it’s done."

you followed her into the surf, the cool water lapping at your ankles, then your knees. piper slipped onto her board, paddling out a little way and gesturing for you to follow. you did, mimicking her movements as best you could. once you were out past the breaking waves, she sat up on her board, looking at you expectantly.

"okay, so the trick is to find your balance. start on your stomach, then push up to your knees, and when you feel ready, stand up. keep your weight centered and your knees bent. got it?"

you nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure you did. but piper’s confidence was contagious, and you found yourself wanting to impress her more than you feared wiping out. "got it," you said.

piper watched you as you lay on your stomach on the board, paddling to catch a wave. you felt it lift you, the power of the ocean beneath you, and for a moment, you hesitated. what if you couldn’t do it? what if you fell?

"hey, you’ve got this!" piper called out. "just go with the flow. you can’t get hurt out here."

you took a deep breath, remembering who you were. daughter of neptune. the ocean was your domain, your birthright. what was there to fear? and with that thought, you pushed up onto your knees, then your feet. for a second, you were standing, gliding over the water.

and then you lost your balance. the board slipped out from under you, and you tumbled into the surf, the water rushing up to swallow you. you surfaced a moment later, sputtering and wiping salt from your eyes.

piper was laughing, not unkindly, but with genuine amusement. "that was pretty good for a first try. but maybe try not to look so terrified next time?"

you glared at her, more embarrassed than anything. "easy for you to say, miss i’ve-been-surfing-since-i-could-walk," you retorted. you pushed your wet hair out of your face, feeling your cheeks flush.

piper’s laughter softened, and she paddled closer, reaching out to touch your arm. "hey, i’m sorry. i know i’m teasing a lot, but you’re actually doing great. it takes time to learn. you’ll get there. and besides, it’s not like you’re gonna drown, right?" she grinned.

you couldn’t help but smile back, her confidence infectious. "yeah, right. i’ll just use my powers if i get into trouble," you said.

piper’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "now that would be cheating," she said, poking you in the side.

you smirked. "who says i play fair?" you focused for a moment, feeling the water respond to your will. a small wave rose up behind piper, cresting over her and splashing down, soaking her head to toe.

piper gasped, sputtering as she wiped water from her face. "hey!" she protested, but she was laughing. "now who’s not playing fair?"

you laughed, the sound full of joy. "payback’s fair, right?"

piper shook her head, her hair sending droplets flying. "alright, alright, truce. for now." she paddled closer, taking your hand. "come on, let’s try again. i’ll help you this time"

you nodded, feeling your nerves fade completely. with piper by your side, there was nothing to be afraid of. together, you paddled out to catch another wave, piper’s hand warm in yours. as the wave rose behind you, you felt a surge of confidence, bolstered by the girl next to you, by the ocean beneath you. this time, when you stood up, you didn’t fall.

you rode the wave all the way to the shore, laughter bubbling up inside you, the wind in your hair and piper’s cheers echoing in your ears. for the first time, you felt truly free, like you belonged here, with the sea and with piper.

as you tumbled off your board onto the sand, piper rushed up, throwing her arms around you. "you did it!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride.

you hugged her back, breathless and exhilarated. "i had a good teacher," you said.

piper kissed you, a quick press of her lips that left you wanting more. "that you do," she agreed. "and you’ve got the whole summer to keep practicing. just you, me, and the ocean."

you smiled, feeling the truth of her words settle into your heart. the whole summer, with piper, with the sea. there was no place you’d rather be.