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KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)

Chapter 48

THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL

But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.

A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.

Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."

Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.

They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.

Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.

Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.

But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.

No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.

But at him. Standing. Walking.

The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.

Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."

"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.

Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"

"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.

The two women stared at each other.

Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.

"Thank you," Yrene whispered.

Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.

Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.

"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."

Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.

"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."

Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.

Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."

For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.

"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.

Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"

Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."

Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.

But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."

Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."

A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.

Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"

Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.

"They know everything," Nesryn said

"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.

Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."

The keys. Holy gods.

Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.

Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."

Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.

"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."

Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.

Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"

The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."

Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.

Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."

"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.

The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.

"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.

Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.

That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.

How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.

"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."

Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.

"Moonbeam."

"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.

Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"

Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.

Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.

Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.

Elide's name had been among them.

Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.

The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

[wcbblife]

can you take a request for Kate Martin (or Paige B.) x reader when KM/PB is stress for a upcoming game and she yells at the reader out of frustration but make it up to the reader after?

Hurt/comfort

Take your time and take care 💐✨️❤️

Back to us

a/n: sorry for the delay. the story isn't long. something short and sweet.

warning(s): Paige and reader have a fight.

Time Skip: Second Round of the NCAA Championship 2024-2025 Season

Having to be the heart of her team sometimes proved to be quite challenging for Paige. It had gotten easier to handle with the pressure over time, but the nausea that settled in her chest never seemed to leave her any space for peace whenever big games came around. She had gotten better at hiding how much it affected her, but the one person that she couldn't fool was you.

You walked through the endless maze of hallways in the stadium, trying to find the blonde. Geno had asked you to go about and search for her, finding it unacceptable that she was running late to warmups. After a bit of searching, you knew to look in a particular locker room, knowing that Paige found its silence a bit peaceful.

You find Paige in the empty room, her back turned to you as she stares intently at a locker right in front of her. She seems tense, her shoulders rigid, knees bouncing up and down.

Sensing something is obviously wrong, you decide to approach her. "Paige, are you okay?" you ask gently, trying to break through her concentration.

She doesn't turn to face you, her voice tight with frustration. "Yeah, just… trying to get my head in the game.”

You take a step closer, concern etched on your face. "You've been… really stressed lately. I just wanted to check on you. Maybe we could talk about what's bothering you before you go out?"

Paige finally turns to you, her eyes flashing with irritation. "There's nothing to talk about. I just need to focus. If I lose here, that’s it.”

You sigh, not wanting to back down. "Paige, bottling it all up isn't helping you. Clearly. You can talk to me. I want to be here for you." It wasn’t meant to be anything bad, you just wanted to ease her nerves before such a big game like this. Her last game at Uconn.

She shakes her head, turning back to her locker. "I don't need this right now. I need to concentrate."

"Paige," you insist, walking even closer, "I'm just saying that—"

“Gosh, just leave me the fuck alone!” Paige suddenly slams her palm against the locker, causing a loud bang to echo through the room. You flinch, staggering back as she whirls around to face you, her eyes wide with frustration. “I’m about to have one of the most important games of my life, and you’re on my ass about everything!”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, feeling a lump starting to form on your throat. “Paige, I’m not trying to make things harder for you. I just wanted to help. Calm down and breathe—”

She backs away, still fuming. "You think a deep breath is going to fix everything? I need to be perfect, and I can't do that if I'm stressed the fuck out. Sometimes, it feels like you're just another thing I have to manage!" Tears start to well up in your eyes as her words cut unexpectedly deep. You try to blink them away before they fall, but Paige scoffs when she notices. "Great, now you're crying? I really don't have time for this."

You take a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re a fucking asshole. I was just trying to help you.”

There's a flicker of something in her gaze—regret, perhaps—but she quickly looks away. "I can't deal with this right now. I can't deal with you crying and making me feel worse."

You shake your head, tears dinally streaming down your face. "Maybe I should just leave then."

Paige doesn't respond immediately, her jaw clenched as she struggles with her emotions. Finally, she lets out a frustrated sigh, her voice low and strained. "Maybe you should."

You turn your back towards her as you choke out, “Good luck, Paige.”

The arena had emptied, the echo of cheering fans replaced by the muffled sounds of the cleaning crew. Paige sat on the bench, staring at her phone, hoping for a text from you. She had been on edge all night, and her outburst before the game was finally replaying in her mind, torturing her as she tried to get by the questions the media had for her. The tension in her muscles had dissipated, replaced by a gnawing guilt.

She checked her phone again. No messages. No calls.

Paige headed to the locker room. As she passed by the seats, she realized the usual spot you sit at was empty. Her heart sank. You hadn’t even stayed for the game.

“Of course she didn’t you idiot.” Paige massaged her temples, whispering to herself.

Without bothering to change out of her jersey, Paige grabbed her bag and rushed to the dorms. Her steps quickened with each stride, eager to just see you.

Paige knocked on your door, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

When the door creaked open, she was met with a pair of tired, hurt eyes. You looked at her, then turned away, walking back into the room without a word. Paige followed, closing the door softly behind her.

“Hey,” Paige began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can we talk?”

You sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor. “I don’t know. Can we?” Paige took a deep breath and knelt in front of you, looking up into those eyes she adored so much.

“I messed up. I know I did. I was so stressed, and I took it out on you and it wasn't fair or okay, and I’m so sorry.” Her voice cracked. “I was out of line and stupid.” Paige continued, her voice trembling. “You mean everything to me and I hate that I hurt you. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t stop to think about how it would affect you. Please, let me make it up to you.”

It was really hard to stay mad at her, especially after what you two have been through together this past season. You knew it wasn’t easy for her.

Your silence makes Paige fiddle with the fingers on your lap. “You really hurt me, Paige. I know that game was important but I just…” you finally looked at her, “I'm sorry I wasn't there but I just couldn't… I still watched it.” You cock your head towards the TV in your living room, it was playing ESPN. The analysts were discussing UConn's recent victory.

Paige follows your eyes, feeling a pang of guilt as she leans into your lap. Of course you were still watching over her. “I don't blame you for not being there. I was an dick and you didn't deserve that. Gosh I… I'm sorry. I really wanted you there to celebrate.”

“Paige…” You run your fingers through her blonde locks, feeling her melt into your legs. “I know it's stressful for you. You got a bunch on your shoulders,” you detangle some small knots, moving your palms to her shoulders squeezing the tight muscle there, “Buts it's not fair if you’re just going to handle it like that. To me and to our relationship. You lashing out like that was so…”

Paige looks up, eyes red and filled with tears. It made your heart twist. She had been surrounded by praise just a few hours ago and seeing her in front of you with tears didn't feel right. “I'm so sorry. I promise I'll work on it and it'll never happen again… just please, don't give up on me- on us.”

You sigh, “I'm not going to, Paige. Shit happens.” You cup her cheek and Paige melts into it, “Today's supposed to be a good day for you.”

Paige shakes her head, “Screw that. I need to make it up to you. No matter what.”

You gave her a small smile, “Paige you just won your final game at Uconn, you deserve to decompress at least a little.”

She stays unmoving in front of you. “You sure?”

“I'm sure." You give her a reassuring smile, pulling her up to sit beside you. "How about we celebrate together?"

Paige nods, relief washing over her. "I'd like that."

You wrap your arms around her, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away. "I'm proud of you, you know. You played an amazing game."

She leans into you, her voice soft. "Thanks. I owed it to the people watching.”

After a moment, you pull back and grin. "Let's order some food and watch a movie. Something to take your mind off everything."

Paige's eyes light up, and she nods eagerly. "I'd love that. Anything sounds perfect."

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HAN TAESAN | happy wife, happy life

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warnings — hanging joke, saying marriage but not actually married yet(?)

genre — FLUFF & romance hehe (wc. 789)

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DING! DING! DING!

The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.

Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messages—only to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from ‘manager 😫🔥’.

manager 😫🔥: WHERE ARE YOU???

manager 😫🔥: WE’RE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!

you: im On the Way!

you: gimme a bit

manager 😫🔥: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isn’t moving AT ALL.

you: okay im actually almost done.

you: seriously, the line’s almost over

you: [picture attached]

manager 😫🔥: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.

you: 👍👍

“Order 1140, Mr. Woonhak!” Called a server.

Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.

(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)

“Here!” He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.

“Matcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?” They asked to be sure.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Replied “Mr. Woonhak” as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.

He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.

“Yah!” shouted Woonhak, “why’d you take so long!?”

“Don’t you see the line?” Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.

“Yeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldn’t be late to ISAC—we already missed the track race!”

Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), “That’s because it’s y/n’s favorite cake.”

“Yeah Woonhak,” butted another menace (jaehyun), “It’s their 2nd anniversary— but of course youuuu wouldn’t understand since you’ve never had a woman’s touch before other than your mom and sister.”

“YAH!” screamed Woonhak.

Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.

(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknae’s patience)

EXCLUSIVE: BOYNEXTDOOR’S TAESAN MISTAKES ISAC FOR WE GOT MARRIED?

In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoor’s fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.

Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and we’re here to tell you the scoop!

Boynextdoor’s Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for that—like a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!

Running in the building—and then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]’s view—before procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [reader’s favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.

Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZ’s Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the couple—as well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseone’s Gunwook jokingly in his group’s vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!

When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viral— saying “Happy wife, happy life”, despite them not being married yet. [reader’s group] have not yet responded to this statement.

Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that it’s so fresh and sweet of them two—some even joking and saying that “I’m the guy h*nging in the lights behind them” (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that it’s extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!

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[ba9go]

being miya atsumu’s no. 1 cheerleader

miya atsumu does not need a fanclub when he has you.

miya atsumu x fem!reader; pre-game shenanigans means holding atsumu’s hand when he has to lock in and also flirting with him to rile him up on the bus ride!

both my exes are volleyball players and let me tell u these volleyball men walk around carrying such huge egos but at the end of the day, they still fall at ur feet when u say the simplest things to them… so cute lol i wanna step on them

the miya atsumu fanclub is notorious for being loud and utterly obsessed with the inarizaki setter.

it was a little funny at first, hearing their poorly-concealed squeals whenever he stepped onto the court. but damn, did it get annoying real quick.

on the bus ride, atsumu seems calm. he’s holding your hand, and he has his earphones in, even though you know he’s not actually listening to anything. he’s so uncharacteristically quiet during the 30-minute drive to the stadium, it’s almost scary, but you know it’s because there’s only one thing in his mind right now.

winning.

atsumu sits facing towards the window, but you know he isn’t looking at the blur of scenery and cars driving past. no, atsumu is focused right now. he’s in his head, thinking about the game, from the very moment he steps onto the court to when he’s finally leaving the stadium with yet another win.

the bus pulls into the parking lot and already, there’s a horde of fangirls crowding outside the stadium entrance, ready to ask for signatures and selfies.

atsumu finally tears his gaze from the window with a harsh click of his tongue, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“i hate mosquito season,” atsumu says through gritted teeth, crossing his arms like a petulant child, and you know he’s not talking about insects. “i can’t stand em, seriously! these pests.”

"don’t be like that,” you scold lightly, patting his thigh twice. “be nice to your supporters.”

“but they’re so annoyin’! even as supporters, it’s like they’re cheerin’ jus’ to throw me off ma game!” atsumu pouts, and there it is, your chance to butter him up and really rile him up for the game.

“nothing can throw you off your game, ‘tsumu,” you say sweetly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand. atsumu leans into your touch immediately. “you’re better than that.”

“yer right,” atsumu smirks, placing his hand over yours to guide it to the back of his neck for you to comb your fingers through his hair. “‘sides, s’hard to pay them any attention when yer here, doll.”

“yeah? you like it when i watch you play, ‘tsumu?” you tug a little at atsumu’s hair, just the way he likes it, and it has him leaning forward until his head is resting on your shoulder and his face is pressed into your shirt.

“i love it. yer my lucky charm, babe. my darlin’ cheerleader. don’t need any of those pigs squealin’ f’me when i got my pretty girl ta support me.”

“i can never take my eyes off you, atsumu,” you murmur softly, and you mean it. atsumu always looks so good on court, doing what he loves most. he carries his passion for volleyball everywhere with him, but the court is where it truly shines through, where his hard work finally pays off.

atsumu’s a proud guy, with an ego bigger than most, and yet he melts at your words and keens at your touch.

“ya mean it?” atsumu tilts his head to the side to look at you, and you grin.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask, and atsumu grins and shrugs. “hmm, how about this. i’ll help coach take down team stats* today. i’ll give you a kiss for every service ace today.”

"god, yer the best. yer comin’ ta all my games from now on.”

“you’ll lose your fangirls, y’know,” you say, half-jokingly.

“don’t need em,” atsumu says, completely serious. he grins wildly at you. “yer all i need.”

atsumu had no shame breaking the hearts of his fangirls walking into the stadium with your hand in his, but the cherry on top was definitely the way he pointed at you before every serve. (he got 16 service aces that match.)

i miss volleyball… i miss competition szn… siiiiiigh

*team stats r like a lil sheet of paper for the coach to take down n keep track of every player’s performance in a match. points scored, mistakes, for spiking, receiving, setting, blocking, all that stuff. my ex used to come to my games and help me take down stats for me (and my whole team) so we could review my games tgt

[gaybananabread]

Congrats on the follower milestone! If you're still taking orders, may I please have switches Gwen and Hobie (Gwen as the original lee) with pears and/or oranges?? They've become somewhat of a comfort duo for me, hehe :)<

Fruit(s): Pears, Oranges

Love these two! Writing for them is always fun, though all the spider scrimblos have a vice grip on my brain. Hobie gives off such asshole switch vibes, I can’t even- Went a little overboard with this one, but I have no regrets. (UvU) Back on topic, thank you for ordering your fruits, and I hope you Enjoy!

Switches: Gwen, Hobie

Summary: Gwen is struggling with her self-image, the negative thoughts creeping in as she stresses out. Hobie has the perfect way to help, and while it cheers her up, things don’t exactly go how he expects them to.

Warnings: poor self-image/esteem topic! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Gwen stared up at the ceiling of Hobie’s inner houseboat, letting her thoughts drift. They weren’t going anywhere good.

She had failed so much as-of-late. Her dad discovering her secret identity, the anomalies getting out of control, the Spot’s wave of leftover destruction, everything with Miles… Even though none of those were truly her fault, it really felt that way; her mind took those feelings as grim, guilty facts. Growing tired of his bedroom ceiling, Gwen grabbed a pillow, burying her teary face in it. Maybe smothering herself in her sorrows would help…

Hobie slunk into the room, his cheeky smile falling the moment he saw Gwen’s sulking form. The punk sat on the edge of his bed, the old mattress sinking in with his weight. He poked the pillow, making Gwen huff. “Hey…what’s goin’ on, Gwendy?”

The girl groaned into the soft object, shrugging. “‘M fine…” The muffled lie was barely audible, but Hobie’s keen hearing caught it clear as day. So, so much was running through her mind, but she couldn’t burden her friend with those thoughts. Best to figure it out herself…probably.

Damn it, Gwen… A large, calloused hand rested on her stomach, one finger drawing small circles around the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “Not buyin’ that, sweetheart. You need some cheerin’ up?”

Small giggles slipped past her guarded lips, muffled by the pillow. As much as she wanted to deal with everything herself, some comfort would be nice. Especially the kind Hobie was suggesting… Gwen mumbled an “mm-hm” into the fabric, not pushing him away. That was all the lanky teen needed to get started.

Hobie lightly tickled her stomach, his fingers doing figure-eights against her shirt. The other teen’s feet started to drum on the bed, muffled giggles making their way to his ears. It was adorable, the way she let him cheer her up with the silly touch. It was clear the tickles were helping. “Aww, Gwenny, all ya had to do was ask.”

To anyone outside their inner circle, this might’ve seemed strange. She just let him tickle her like that? Yeah, she did; that girl was practically melting. In the midst of her bleak thoughts, a little fluff and silliness was like heaven. Tickling in general made her happy, but the gentle stuff from someone she cared about to cheer her up? Immediate serotonin release.

As much as he loved her muffled giggles, he was after a bigger reaction. The punk climbed further onto her bed, sitting on her thighs so she couldn’t kick him. Hobie grabbed the pillow, tugging it away from her face. The bright red cheeks and wobbly smile he was greeted with made him snicker. “Hey, girlie. No hidin’ those giggles; they’re too cute for jus’ the pillow ta hear.”

She whined through the adorable sound, half-heartedly batting at his hands. “H-Hohohobie! Quhihit teheasing!” To be honest, she loved the teases, but her cheeks were red enough without the cheeky words. “Sorry, but ya too cute to not tease. ‘M sure you’ll survive.” He slipped a finger under her shirt, scratching at her navel with a smug grin.

Gwen squealed, shooting upwards and shoving at his hand. “H-HOHOhohobiehe! You prihihick! Dohon’t do thahat!” 

So, of course, he kept doing that.

Pushing her shoulder back down to the mattress, Hobie slid her shirt up, scribbling all around her poor belly button. Gwen practically screeched, her feet kicking out behind the anarchist as she frantically shoved at him. “G-KYAAAH! YOUHUHU DIHIHICK! NAHAHAHA!” 

That got a snort out of the older spider, his cool rings sending goosebumps across her skin as he “tormented” her. “Heard of a giggle button, but I never knew ya could have a “lose your damn mind” button. I’ll be sure to remember that one.”

The rougher tickles, while unexpected, were still helping, They helped to drown out the rest of her sour thoughts, replacing the sticky guilt with bright, raucous laughter and giddy glee. Gwen was about at her limit though, his evil fingers pulling squeak after squeal from her wobbly lips. “H-HOBS! IHI CAHAHAN’T- QUIT!”

He huffed, not wanting to go too far. The punk switched from pokes to rubs, patting and massaging her buzzing tum to try and dull the ticklish aftershocks. The girl huffed and giggled, recovering from the brief, yet effective goofiness. “Th-thahanks Hobs. I needed thahat.” 

The punk laid down beside her, grabbing the pillow from earlier and smacking her with it. “Any time, Gwendy. Just gotta ask.” 

Gwen yelped when the fluffy thing smacked her face, her spider sense warning her just a second too late; her subconscious apparently didn’t deem pillows a threat. She was about to hit him back when she realized she had a great opportunity to be a shit. Even though she loved it, payback could be given…heheh. 

Pouncing out of nowhere, she wrestled with her friend, eventually managing to pin him to the bed. While he was a bit stronger, she had caught him by surprise, throwing him off his game. Gwen playfully wiggled her fingers in front of him, smirking. “TIme for a taste of your own medicine, Hobie~”

Before he could protest, five nimble fingers dug into his belly while the other pinned his arms above his head. Hobie didn’t care to hold anything in, just letting the giggles flow as he squirmed. It was apparently the wrong day for him to wear a crop top. “B-buhut yohou liked ihihit!”

She snickered, letting her acrylic nails drag across his midsection. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t get you back.” Gwen gave his hips a squeeze, giggling as the punk snorted. “Besides, you like it just as much.” 

Hobie took the extra effort to flip her off, making the other teen squawk. She was right, of course; he was barely fighting back, enjoying the turnabout. Scorned and feeling brave, Gwen leaned her head down, blowing a sudden raspberry on his navel. That did it.

“G-GWEHEHEN! WHAHA’ THE FAHAHACK?!” She snorted at his words, sitting back up with a smirk. “You flipped me off, you jerk! Totally deserved.” She went back to his hips, appreciating his low-waisted jeans as she traced little shapes onto his upper hips. “Loving your outfit, by the way. Very ler-friendly.”

He groaned, bucking his hips as more little snorts decorated his laugh. His hips always had him sounding like a piglet. “Sh- snrk shuhuhut uhup! Thaha’ wahahasn’t on puhuhurpose!” 

She was about to tease him again, but a low whirr sounded in the room, a few knick-knacks slowly floating up in the room; one of their friends was visiting Hobie’s dimension.

“Damn it. You’re lucky, Hobs.” She pinched his side one last time before climbing off him, going to greet whoever just arrived. It was probably Pav, coming over for one of their unprompted game nights. 

Hobie giggled off the rest of the adrenaline, rubbing his exposed belly and staring up at the ceiling. He had trained those shits too well…

Taking a deep breath, the punk hauled himself out of the bed, grabbing his guitar from the corner before leaving the bedroom. Hobie hadn’t planned on getting tickled, though he was glad he helped Gwen cheer up. Even if it was a bit unconventional. Then again, what was normal about any of them? He greeted Pav, a smile still on his face as he grabbed out Clue for their game night.

[ghostorbz]

AAAAAHHHH

I LOVE OFF THE HOOK!!!! I'M THE NUMBER 1 OFF THE HOOK FAN!!!!!!!!!

Look at them cheerin me on,, guys,,,, I love Pearl and Marina,,,,,,

I love them so much I might've recorded their splatcast segment,,

Kinda disappointed they didn't actually appear but whatever. It would've been awesome to see everyone in deep cuts recording room doing the splatcast!!!

Anyways I absolutely adore the new gear, especially since I was in love with all the designs the idols got for grandfest!!! (for those who know about my side order x invader zim au,,, I may have drew Zim and Dib in their grandfest outfits :3)

I love the banners too!!! I finally have off the hook related splashtag stuff,,, siiigh,, honestly now all I need is side order, I still don't have that yet.

Originally I was super worried since I don't have side order that I wouldn't be able to see them perform, but since they're performing in a new venue I'll be able to!!!

If they ended up restricting it like that I would've been so sad. I NEEEED to see them perform and take pictures and videos and just,, I need to see them perform or I'll die basically

ANYWAYS WOOOOOOOO GRANDFEST YAAYYYYY IM SO EXCITED but so nervous BUT SO EXCITEDDDDD

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Discernment of Heaven and Earth - 9

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Koga: Oiiii, how long’re ya gonna keep chit-chattin for?

Koga: What about the recordin’? When’s that gonna start?

Keito: Oh, Oogami. Did Anzu come with you?

Souma: Have the two of you come to cheer for us?

Koga: Wonder if it counts as cheerin’, but it’s more like somethin’s naggin’ at me… Y’know you guys’ve been talkin’ my ears off about your troubles even though I never asked right?

Koga: I guess I just had to know how it turned out after hearin’ about the whole saga, ‘cause I was startin’ to lose sleep over it.

Souma: Fufu. ‘Tis far from an admirable motive, Oogami-dono.

Koga: It’s not like it’s anythin’ I gotta apologize for though. But really, are you guys doin’ alright?

Koga: From what I heard as a bystander, ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ was this landmine of a show in big trouble, right?

Koga: Is it even possible for things to work out?

Keito: Of course. There’s no need for you to worry, Oogami, though as you already know—

Keito: I’m the kind of man that always, eventually, somehow, finds a way by the end of it all.

Koga: Hmph. That bein’ said, you still failed a bunch and made loads of mistakes.

Keito: No matter how many times I fail, I won’t give up, and as long as I keep trying I can make it work eventually. You can do anything you put your mind to.

Koga: I see. Things must seriously be tough for Kiryu-senpai and Zakki, I feel real sorry for them.

Souma: Heheh. Are you envious, Oogami-dono? ♪ 

Koga: Haaah? Did ya even hear what I just said?

Kuro: Calm down now…… Oogami had a point. Honestly, we haven’t done anythin’ to solve the problem yet.

Keito: We're going to begin the process of bringing this mess to a swift resolution, starting now.

Keito: Or rather, that’s what the prototype version of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’ is for.

Koga: What’s the ‘R’ stand for?

Keito: It stands for whatever you’d like, from ‘remake’, to ‘restart’, to ‘revolution’.

Souma: Incidentally, the ‘taitoru’ and costume ‘dezaeen’ were created under the supervision of Nobunaga-sensei, who has much proven experience in the field.

Souma: The most comprehensible way in which to convey that ‘a change has occurred’ is through the changing of the ‘taitoru.’

Keito: There was also a proposal to change the title from ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ to ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth ! ’ If that show ended up being remade too, another ‘!’ would be added, making it ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth ! !’, and so forth.

Kuro: Hard to tell the difference with that one.

Keito: Yes. So in addition to updating the title and costume design to be in line with newer trends, naturally, we’ve updated the contents as well.

Keito: The biggest change would be our role, the host.

Keito: In the old version of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, the host did as any host would, confined to the studio, merely asking the experts for their opinions—

Keito: Basically, all the host did was keep the discussion going.

Keito: However, in this reincarnated edition of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, that is to say, ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’, we as the hosts will be taking a more active role.

Keito: As ‘Spirits of Light’ dispatched from the heavens, we’ll cross space and time to experience various historical events first-hand.

Koga: Hold on. There were a buncha words in there that sounded like nonsense to me, whaddya mean by ‘the heavens’?

Keito: The set-up hasn’t been completely clearly defined yet, but please think of heavens in a vague sense, as a world where gods and Buddhas reside.

Keito: These gods and Buddhas have lived there since time immemorial, watching over us humans. This is the setting.

Keito: However, due to the accumulation of disasters like war, pollution, epidemics, and the like, they foresee that the world that we humans live in is destined to die in the near future.

Keito: In order to prevent such a miserable end, the gods and Buddhas sent us, ‘Spirits of Light.’

Keito: We travel through time and involve ourselves in various historical events.

Keito: Then, we correct everything that went wrong over the course of history, and set humanity back on the right path— That’s the set-up.

Koga: Uh, somethin’ seems kinda fishy.

Keito: Yes, I’m well aware that this sort of cold-hearted language sounds like what Eichi might say in a speech.

Keito: However, having just been born, we ‘Spirits of Light’ have no reason to doubt this development principle.

Keito: So we actively try to intervene in history. For example, we’d try and prevent tragic events from occurring.

Keito: But ultimately, for the most part, our actions change nothing, and when they do, they lead to even more suffering.

Keito: During all of this, we ‘Spirits of Light’ begin to change through our interactions with various historical figures.

Keito: We begin to question if we’re doing the right thing.

Keito: And we begin to think about what history actually is.

Keito: We think, “Is it really okay to tamper with and distort the shape of it by force?”

Keito: In the midst of this, forces who are also trying to change the course of history appear and oppose us.

Keito: Questions begin to arise, and we start to wonder if perhaps the destruction of the world will be brought about by the heavens attempting to manipulate humanity to suit their will.

Keito: …… Well, there’s quite a bit that happens.

Koga: Th-That sounds kinda grand. Felt like I was listenin’ to a movie synopsis.

Keito: Dramatic, right? Since the previous version of the show was lacking in the drama department, we decided to introduce a narrative element into ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R.’

Keito: The narrative is further supported by our media mix strategy, through mediums like manga.

Keito: If we can get people to fall in love with the story and characters, we can attract viewers who would otherwise have no interest in complex historical tales. 

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Superstar | football player! Joel miller x popstar!reader

Five - end game

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Warnings - mentions of sex/allusions to sex but no actual smut.

A/N - this is the closest thing I’ll ever write to smut cause I’m obviously not good at even alluding to it lol.

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

‘I wanna be your end game’

I look up at him, my eyes open wide with complete shock. "Do you really?" I ask. I want him to be honest. While I appreciated his kindness, I couldn't let him kiss me out of pity. I longed for him to kiss me because he felt the same way about me as I did for him. "f'course why would I have kissed you?" I stare down at my feet, unsure why I assumed he'd kissed me without reason. "Dunno" I murmur.

"Still need me to take you home?" His eyes meet mine as his left hand gently intertwines with mine. The touch sends shivers down my spine, and my heart starts to thump against my chest, so fast that I thought it was about to burst out of my ribcage.

"Ye-yeah, sure," I whisper.

As his car pulled up at my house, my heart raced with anticipation. I could feel my cheeks flush as he leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. After he left, I closed the door slowly, savoring the sound of the latch clicking shut. I couldn't help but let out a sigh as I slid down to the floor, feeling like a lovesick teenager. Thoughts of him, his touch, and the way he made me feel filled my mind. My heart was still racing with the same intensity as when he kissed me. It was all so unexpected; I didn't expect him to go for a woman like me. I was 26 years old; I had no experience with kids, and I still partied like a 22-year-old at times. I thought he'd want someone older, more mature. A woman who would be not only an excellent and appropriate aged lover but also an amazing mother for his girls. A woman his mother would want him to date.

As I sink into the softness of my bed, I let out a heavy sigh and feel my head gently rest against the fluffy pillow. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Joel, his face, and every detail of our last conversation playing on a loop in my mind. I couldn't get him out of my brain. The week following the kiss was all about Joel and I. it seemed like I was at his house every day, for dinners, for lunches. Sometimes there was no good reason he just wanted me there. Every night I ended up in his bedroom, sprawled out on the bed with his lips on mine, and his hands roaming my body desperately.

-

I lay on his bed with my head resting against his chest. His hand rests against my hip, rubbing small circles against it with his thumb. "You wanna come to my game next Friday?" he whispers. My heart stops. Did he want me at his game? Couldn't I end up being labeled as bad luck if they didn't win? Would I accidentally distract him? I look up at his brows curling into a tight furrow. "You want me there?" I mumble, and he nods with a chuckle "Course, need my girl there cheerin' me on." My heart skips a beat. His girl, I was his girl. I was Joel, fucking Miller's girl. I giggle as I nod. "Sure-sure I'll go."

-

I'm in a black minivan with Joel's mother and his two daughters. As I sit in this car, I can't help but wonder how I ended up here. How did I become the girlfriend of an NFL player? It all seems so surreal. And now, just two weeks into our relationship, I find myself in the car with his mother and children. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as I try to make sense of it all.? "I hate football," Sarah murmurs as her arms cross over her chest. I couldn't say I had any interested in football until I was in the bed of a cowboy's player.

We were all decked out in the cowboys' signature blue and silver colors. I had on a letterman-style jacket that had Joel's last name and jersey number embroidered on the back with a white shirt underneath. While both his daughters have matching smaller versions of their father's jersey. "I like it," Ellie says with a shrug. "Can you take me home early, Grandma?" Sarah asks as the car pulls into a parking space. "No, ma'am, we need to support your father," Sarah groans and crosses her arms across her chest before leaning herself back against the black leather seat.

I'm a ball of nerves, nothing more, nothing less. I can't stop thinking about what people will think, what his fans will think. We've been 'public' for at least a month or two, but this is different. Football fans are big on ritual, big on bad luck, and good luck. What if I became bad luck to them? All of my other boyfriends were actors or singers like me. I've never dated an athlete. This was uncharted territory. I've been to my previous boyfriend's premieres, and concerts, but never a game. I didn't know what to do. Did I watch silently? should I pretend to be interested in the game?

I pop each one of my fingers, a nervous habit I picked up from my father during my early childhood. "Grandpa says that'll give you arthrit-Arth-riti..something," Ellie says with a final sigh of defeat as she gives up on saying the word arthritis. "Ellie," Juliana says sternly. "I was just saying," Ellie mutters. much like her sister, she crosses her arms over her chest with a pout on her face. "I wanna go home Grandma," Ellie mutters as tears pool in her eyes. I wince. I already know what the next 10 to 30 minutes are going to be like, kicking, screaming, and tears. "I thought you like football," Juliana says as the car pulls into the private parking lot next to the stadium. "I don't anymore," she whispers as a single tear falls down her cheek as her grandma began to unbuckle her from her car seat.

"No! no! I don't wanna! I wanna go home!" she screams as she kicks her legs and tries pushing her grandma's hands away. Sarah winces as she quickly unbuckles her seatbelt and hops out of the car with me. "No! let me go! I wan- I want daddy!" she screams. Juliana pulls her out of the car. Juliana has her arms wrapped around Ellie's torso as she slams the car door shut. Ellie is kicking her little legs against her grandmother's stomach and legs as she tries to escape from Juliana's grip.

"We don't need to bother your father with this right now!" Juliana hisses as she places Ellie back onto the ground. "The-then I want Uncle Tommy!" Juliana tightly grips Ellie's arm and whispers something quiet but harshly close to her face, causing Ellie's tears to stop immediately.

-

Once we got into the stadium, we immediately head up to the skybox and got comfortable while fans filed into the stadium. Ellie's pouting in the chair next to me while Sarah was hidden away in a corner, playing on her grandmother's phone. Like I've said numerous times, football wasn't my thing. I didn't understand one thing the entire game, but I played along, cheering when Joel's team scored, and acting sad when the other team scored. But I was hyperaware of the fact that it looked like I didn't know football.

I grew up in a football household, but never cared much for it. While my male family members sat on the couch cheering and booing to a football game during Christmas and Thanksgiving, I was hidden away with a guitar in my hands strumming along as I made up songs in my head. I cared more for music than anything growing up.

Throughout the game, Joel is looking up at the skybox, smiling and waving with a lovesick look on his face. It even extended to his teammates, who also joined in on waving up at me.

Ellie was sitting in my lap as the game ended, finally getting over her sad pouty face and getting into the game. I could tell she liked football more than Sarah did, obviously. Joel had mentioned her liking soccer while Ellie was more of a football girl. but both kids were athletic. Ellie did peewee softball, while Sarah did soccer. They obviously got that from their father and uncle.

I chatted with a lot of Joel's teammates' wives the whole time. Most of them were a few years older than me, but that was expected. I was used to being around lots of older people by now.

"Come on, let's go see your daddy and congratulate him," I whisper as I urge Ellie to hop off my lap. We all make our way down to the locker room to meet up with Joel. both girls' hands were clasped in each one of my hands as we walked out of the skybox.

When we got into the locker room, both girls were immediately running towards their father. He's now dressed in a pair of jeans and a cowboy's tee-shirt (at this point, I'm convinced that's all he owns). "Daddy!" they both squealed as they launched themselves towards him. He kneels, letting both girls run into his arms. "You won, you won, you won!!" Ellie chanted as she jumped up and down excitedly. "Yeah, yeah," he chuckled as he pressed kisses to both his daughters' heads.

About 2 seconds later, Ellie is pulling out of Joel's arms and towards one of his teammates. It's no surprise to me that Joel's girls have a close relationship with his teammates. They probably spend a lot of time together not only on the field but off too, so it's no surprise to me that they treat each other like family.

Sarah trails behind her sister, walking up to a man 2x larger than they were. He had dirty blondish hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He was the stereotypical high school football player. Now it's my turn to hug Joel. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me in. "good job," I muttered into his neck. I could smell the freshly smelling body wash and shampoo that had just washed off his body maybe 10 minutes ago. "you look good tonight," he whispered.

"Yeah?" I ask, head cocking to the side a bit. Before he can even get an answer out, he's pressing his lips to mine. A couple of his teammates hoot and even whistle, which makes him pull away from me and flip them all off. "Alright, we're gonna head out. Have a nice night." Joel's mother says as she talks both girls' hands in hers. "Bye Daddy!" both kids shout as they follow after their grandmother.

My brows curled into a furrow as I looked up at Joel. "Where are we going?" he shrugs as he takes my hand. confusion swirls around in my thoughts as he leads me through hallways with little to no people. There are only a few who just greet us with quiet smiles or small waves. Thank God I didn't think I could talk to anyone else today.

"Seriously, where are we going, Joel?" I ask once we're settled into his car. "Just driving around," he whispers as his hand sits on my thigh comfortably.

-

I hum as I lean my head back against the headrest. It seemed as if there were paparazzi on every single corner, each shouting their own nonunique questions. we just smile and pose for pictures. Joel's hand still rests against my thigh, lightly massaging the supple skin. "The kids aren't home tonight. Wanna come over?" he whispers, leaning close to me as the light flicks into a dark red color. His hot breath fans across the shell of my ear, the coffee still lingering in his breath from earlier that day. "Hmm, Dunno Ollie, he doesn't like being alone," I muttered.

Ollie was just a baby, maybe a year or two old at most. He's known nothing but me and the 2 friends who ever stop by my house. He's never alone for more than 2 hours, maybe 4 at most. I've always brought him along with me while traveling. If I didn't show up, he'd be confused. He'd think I had abandoned him!

I know it's childish, possibly even sensitive to think that my cat would be heartbroken if I left him alone for a night, but to me, he would be heartbroken. Images of him sadly meowing around the house before settling into my empty bed upset me so much that I couldn't even imagine having a nice night without feeling guilty.

"We can go pick'em up. "I know the girls would be happy to find him waitin' for them tomorrow morning" I think I've fallen even more in love if I could even do that. He cared so much about my anxieties that he offered to let my cat, who could tear apart his entire house, stay over just so I could too.

Ollie was like my child and, knowing that Joel knew and validated my cat parent, anxieties about leaving my baby alone for more than 4 hours felt amazing. past partners haven't cared a lot about the pets I've owned. Andy did, obviously, because we adopted Ollie together. we both went into a little shelter up in New York one day 2 years ago. I could still remember what the lady who stood at the front counter looked like. How she greeted us with a friendly smile and led us to where the cats were held.

In the last kennel area sat the tiniest gray kitten, who was maybe 3 months old. The woman had told us 'Yeah runt mama didn't want it, so the foster parents gave him to us' That little runt became Oliver, which was later shortened to Ollie. Ollie was our child; Andy adored that cat, and I always felt a little guilty that Andy didn't see him anymore. But Ollie was my cat, my name was on the adoption certificate and, to be fair, Ollie did like me a little more.

"Really?" I ask, head cocking to the side a bit innocently. I've had two other separate relationships after my breakup with Andy and neither man was like Joel. By the end of Andy and I's relationship, I had grown accustomed to being in a relationship that drained all the life out of me. He became physically and emotionally distant and I just thought that was what happened after being in a relationship for so long.

He couldn't stand people asking him about me during the press. He couldn't even stand my name being said in the media half the time. It was like he didn't know he was dating someone famous, or maybe he had convinced himself that I wasn't, or that he was a bigger star than I was. The other two men named Harry and Tom, were both fine. They both had faults, but so did I. Harry, and I's relationship ended over him thinking the entire thing was just sex, and Tom we just didn't work out. But both relationships didn't last more than 2 months.

Neither man cared much about my family or my life. I think they both sought after me for fame. Though both were in either the music industry or acting, both couldn't handle being with a woman who the media referred to as a 'global superstar'. they got with me because I was a 'global superstar' but couldn't handle the fact that I was, in fact, a 'global superstar'. but Joel embraced it, he liked the public hand holding the kissing he was okay that I was a little more famous than him, he was okay with the questions, and he didn't act like I didn't exist when my name popped up in a conversation.

I couldn't blame Andy for wanting a private relationship. Everyone wants some type of privacy when it comes to romance, but I just didn't want everything to be hidden. Just because both of us were famous didn't mean we couldn't be normal people if we wanted to. We could've held hands on the street. He could've kissed my cheek while out for dinner, but he never did. It was like he was ashamed of me in some sort of way.

Sometimes I'd hear him talking shit about me while off on set, like I was a high school acquaintance instead of his girlfriend. His costars would tell me how he said I was too much, or too little, or just an absolute bitch. I never truly shook it off. I'd try to, but it never truly went away. It was always buried deep within me like a scar on my heart, and each time I'd hear another insult, or he'd push my hand away or ignore me, another one was added until I couldn't take it anymore. By the end of that relationship, I couldn't even tell if he loved me or hated me, so being with Joel was a change. He cares so much that it's mind-boggling.

"of course," he says as he turns down the street that leads to my house. I ask abruptly, "Why?" it shocks me when I say it because I didn't even mean to ask out loud. He chuckles a quiet "Why?" as his left brow raises. "Cause I want to spend some time with you, and if Ollie can't spend the night alone, just bring him along. I don't mind," he whispers. He's turning into my driveway when I ask, "Can you come help me, y'know get the stuff he'll need for the night?" he nods muttering a quiet "Yeah sure" before we're both unbuckling our seatbelts and walking towards my front door. His hand is quick to grab mine. His much bigger hand makes mine look extra small compared to his, despite my hand being way bigger than even just small.

His thumb softly caresses the top of my hand as I pull my key out of my pocket. Using my unoccupied hand, I unlock my front door and push it open. Ollie immediately greats me with high-pitched meows as he takes turns rubbing up against our ankles. "Hi Ol's," I coo as I crouch down to pick Ollie up. he lets out a quiet meow as I lift him off the ground and raise him above my head. "Hi handsome, hm. Did you have a good day?" I coo as I press him against my chest before standing up to my full height once again.

Ollie meows, as if he's responding to my question. "Yeah?" I place him on the ground. "Let's go find your stuff," I whisper. Joel and Ollie trail behind me as I walk up to my room. Ollie had his very own bag that came along with us whenever I traveled. It contained a small portable litter box (and a small bag of litter) food and water bowls, toys, and food. It's a larger duffel bag that tended to get heavy as more and more things got added to Ollie's must-haves list.

After a while treats ended up being thrown in the bag, as well as a small little barrier I could put up in hotel rooms so he wouldn't destroy the whole room, and brushes after I learned I needed to brush out Ollie's coat at least once a day. The barrier plush the litter, litter box, and bowls got heavy after a while. That's why Joel was here. To carry it.

"Should I bring some clothes? y'know, to sleep in and stuff?" I ask. He shrugs "If you want but you can just sleep in my clothes, but maybe some clothes to wear tomorrow" I nod, agreeing as I walk over to my closet. I picked out a pair of white sweatpants and a cute band tee before folding it up and throwing it in Ollie's bag.

"All right, I think we can leave," I said as I finally successfully got Ollie into his carrier. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I lift the carrier off of my bed. "alrighty let's go," Joel mutters as we begin to make our way out of my room. Ollie meows from the carrier as his little paws force themselves through the metal door.

Once we're in Joel's car, Ollie's carrier is in the back seat, but he makes it known that he is uncomfortable the entire ride there with loud cries for help. "Ollie baby, we can't let you out yet" I'd coo trying to comfort him but deep down I knew he didn't understand one word I was saying and was fully convinced he was getting kidnapped by some stranger. But once he is released into Joel's house, he makes himself at home on his large spacious couch, completely forgetting about his worries about being kidnapped just a few quick minutes before.

I set up the travel litter box and food bowls before Joel and I made our way up to his room. At first, I was concerned that Ollie would be confused and think I was leaving him at some randos house, but once he was on that couch it seemed as though all his thoughts had floated away. Joel's hands are immediately all over me once his bedroom door is closed. When his lips touched mine, it was like nothing else mattered but him and I. Everything else disappeared. "god Joel, it's like you haven't touched me in a year" I giggle before he pulls me into a heated kiss. He grunts into the kiss as he pushes me down onto his bed.

His lips trail down my neck, and then to my chest before we're very rudely interrupted by scratching at the door and loud cry-like meows. Joel groans as he debates fully ignoring the cat and continuing his attack on my neck and chest. I almost convinced myself to ignore Ollie too until there was one more loud cry and a few soft scratches. those few scratches pull me back into reality. I can't just leave him out there. "sorry Joel," I mutter as I push him off of me. I give him an apologetic frown as I stand up and walk over to the door. I open it and Ollie struts in like he owned the damn place. He lets out a few happy chirps as he rubs his head against my calf.

We ended of our night a little unexpectedly. The night was supposed to be a little more intimate. but instead we ended off our night with soft sweet cuddles while Ollie was curled up at the end of the bed. I can't help but think that I might like the cuddling better. the domesticity of cuddling up in a large comfy bed with my boyfriend while my cat is purring at our feet sends butterflies to my stomach and warmth to my cheeks.

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[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 8

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

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Season: Spring

Location: Shopping Mall 2F

The mysterious program footage that was uploaded to the same channel about the same time as JoyLife's 7th episode.

Rinne: "It's Rinne Amagi-kun's~♪"

"Plan to totally wreck their 'joyful life'~♪"

"—So, here's the deal. I'm pissed off that those guys are so popular, sooo I've decided to totally fuck everything up!"

"I get it! Oh, I get it, I know what y'all are gonna say!"

"Since your unit buddies are killin' it, shouldn't you be happy for 'em? Congratulate 'em instead of getting all weirdly jealous?"

"Uh, hell no! I can't stand it if only they get to be happy—I'm gonna drag 'em down to the same muddy misery Niki and I are stuck in! Gyahahaha! ☆"

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

Location: Café Cinnamon

Kohaku: What the hell's he doin'?!

HiMERU: Amagi has been unusually subdued as of late—

It seems he's up to some more lousy schemes again.

Niki: Ack! If he's gonna do something shady, I'd rather he just go ahead and do it by himself! Don't drag my name into this, it's really freaking annoying~?!

I-I don't wanna get mixed up in Rinne-kun's mess!

Kohaku: Welp, might be best to just give up on that front, Niki-han. You're probably stuck with that fate, like it or not.

Niki: Anything but thaaat! I just wanna live a normal life without involving myself with criminaaals!

HiMERU: Please calm down, Shiina. It's precisely during these emergencies that one should remain composed and handle things rationally.

First, let's assess the current situation. Oukawa, please contact the JoyLife management team.

Then, find out how this strange video was uploaded in the first place.

Amagi can be dealt with later.

Kohaku: Dealt with, huh... Yeah. I reckon we need to do just that.

HiMERU: Indeed. Just when everything was going so smoothly. As punishment, it's necessary to execute that brainless imbecile for acting out of turn.

Kohaku: Uh, execute? I meant dealt with, not have him killed. But anyway, why's Rinne-han pullin' these bizarre stunts again...?

HiMERU: ...Could it be that... he simply couldn't stomach seeing us be more popular than him?

Kohaku: Hm, I dunno... Rinne-han kept pokin' fun, but it kinda felt like he was cheerin' us on in his own weird way.

HiMERU: Perhaps deep down, he harbored a simmering jealousy towards us. Hmph, he clearly lacks the maturity of a proper person.

Kohaku: Hnn... I ain't so sure. Doesn't seem very "Rinne-han-like," does it?

Niki: But anyway, the video said something about a bomb. Were you guys okay?

HiMERU: Obviously. We're here precisely because we were fine.

Kohaku: But, if you think 'bout it, there were some odd points. Like today, along with this bizarre video, the seventh episode of JoyLife got uploaded...

We were supposed to arrange the furniture we bought in the last episode. But when we got to the set...

HiMERU: Ah, yes, the furniture had already been properly arranged.

Niki: Wait, really? But didn't you say in the preview for the sixth episode that the next one was all about arranging furniture?

So what did you do in episode seven?

HiMERU: In a hurry, we decided to alter our plans and focus on testing the furniture's usability, skipping the layout phase and starting with practical use.

Kohaku: Yeah. We just lazed around on that sofa we bought and stuffed the fridge with food for no reason at all.

And then we cooked with the ingredients we bought and ended up sittin' down to eat together.

Niki: Huh?! Why didn't you call me to help with the cooking?!

Kohaku: I can never quite figure out what triggers Niki-han's berserk button...

HiMERU: On the contrary, isn't it the most straightforward of all?

At any rate, the seventh episode wrapped up rather peacefully.

Kohaku: Mhm. Just the usual, peaceful and carefree JoyLife—

So, we hadn't noticed Rinne-han's disturbing actions until just now.

HiMERU: Hmm...? What on earth could that nuisance really be up to...?

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[kidresearcherindigo]

i was sharing some old footage of my gym battle with iono and i thought i'd share it here too

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[Video ID - Livestream footage of a battle between Indigo and Iono. Seemed like a lively battle; there was a lot of banter between Iono and Indigo, and laughter could be heard from the people watching from the sidelines. The battle seemed to go at a pretty good pace - each Pokemon were fairly evenly matched, and the pokemon were called back simply if got knocked down and took a bit longer getting up, but certainly neither side gravely injured each other.

When it came down to the last Pokemon, Iono put on a feigned look of surprise. "OH NOES! This isn't good!!" She pointed to the camera, now grinning. "Loyal fans, I need to hear you cheerin'! Gimme all you got!! Gooooooo MISMAGIUS!!!"

She brought forth a Mismagius from her last Pokeball, before the camera panned to Indigo, who had their arms crossed, chuckling.

"Captivating as you are, I think you'll find that everybody's gonna have their eyes on me by the end of this!" They said.

The Crocalor that had already been in the field jumped back as Indigo sent out ANOTHER Crocalor!

Iono gasped dramatically. "WHAAAAAAAT you got TWO Crocalors???"

"Think again!" said Indigo. The Crocalor that hopped out of battle hid behind its trainer, and came out as... A SECOND Indigo!

"NO. WAY!" Iono stood with her sleeve-covered hands on her cheeks, mouth agape. "Chat, are you SEEING this?" She asked, pointing to the Indigo-twins while looking back at the camera. "My eyeballs aren't playing TRICKS on me, are they?"

"Oh it's not just your eyes playing tricks, Iono," said Indigo, as their doppelganger snickered before transforming again into Luna, their shiny zoroark sibling. "Luna just happens to be a natural actor, herself!"

"Ohhhhh, PLOT TWIIIIST~!" Iono sang in a cheerful tone, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say YOU TWO have the makings of professional MOVIE STARS! Maybe we'll talk about collaboration after battle! For now, though..."

While the camera focused on Iono, Indigo could be faintly heard bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Come foooorth, SHINY LIGHTBULB! I'm not done yet!" Iono brought out a Tera Orb. "Iono power, GOOOOOO!"

The cameras focused completely on Mismagius and her terastalization from several angles, before the scene focused on Indigo just as they regained their bearings. Luna was already nowhere to be seen - presumably she either returned to her Pokeball or used her illusion ability to make herself invisible.

"Time to show the NEW rising star of the region!" Said Indigo, posing dramatically with their own Tera Orb. "Ember let's make this the flashiest battle the world has EVER SEEN!"

The Crocalor became terastalized, still keeping the fire tera-type. The battle was well-matched, and eventually Indigo had won, with Mismagius fainting as the terastalization shattered, with tera shards flying everywhere, before Iono called her Pokemon back.

Iono took on her trademark defeated pose, pretending to be dizzy. "You're as flashy as a hundred-thousand volt thunderbolt, friendo..." She said, deliberately making her voice crack.

She quickly shook it off, and resumed her usual demeanor as she ran up to Indigo, grabbing their hand and raising it high in the air. "Our challenger came out VICTORIOUS! Well done, Indigo!!!"

"I hate to say it, but I lost!" Iono continued, giving a dramatic sigh as she shrugged. There appeared to be a second Iono sneaking up on her, but the first didn't seem to notice. instead she waved to the camera, happily. "Thanks for cheerin' me on anywho, loyal fans!"

"Well then! What does our What does our challenger get for beating me - the lean, mean streaming queen?" As Iono walked back over to Indigo, her doppelganger managed to stay just behind her. "You get-"

Just then, the second Iono let out a very Iono-sounding "RAWR", startling the original gym leader causing her to shriek.

"Oh my gosh!! MY IDENTITY'S BEEN SNATCHED!" Iono shouted.

"... A chance to prank the region's biggest celebrity, apparently!" Indigo joked, as Iono's doppelganger snickered and revealed herself to be Luna once again.

"Oh, phooey!" Iono pouted. "You need your own stream, kid, you're too much for me!" Then she smiled. "Seriously though I would love love LOVE to collab someday-"

"BUT ANYWAY-" Iono continued, "YOU GET A GYM BAAAAADGE~!"

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[dujour13]

Not prompt or a wip or anything, just riffing. An Act III moment.

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When he crawled into the tent Woljif was already curled up, facing away, tail between his knees. The sullen posture was impossible to ignore.

Siavash sat cross-legged on his bedroll and contemplated how best to handle this. First thing was to slip out of his torn, bloodstained shirt, the skin under which was now fully healed, and shove it under the tent flap so as not to remind him of the mishap. Honestly it was only excruciatingly painful for a couple of minutes before Daeran came to his rescue, and you can’t expect to disarm dozens of demonic traps with a perfect success rate. But while Siavash was lying gasping on the floor Lann had lit into Woljif with some scathing remark about the weakest link and although Woljif’s repartee had been swift and sharp, not unlike the trap, it was evident from his tail-droop that he’d taken it to heart.

Soothing words would seem too much like pity. Maybe Lann-bashing would do the trick. “Remember that time in the Tower of Estrod when Lann pushed over that column and almost—”

“First of all, it wasn’t my fault. And even if it was, Lann can go eat dirt.” Woljif didn’t turn.

“I was going to say, if I recall correctly you’re the one who pulled me out of the way that time.”

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“I thought you were some kinda diplomat.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re gonna pull the ‘everybody makes mistakes’ line on me? What’re you tryina do anyway, cheer me up?”

“Well, I’ll stop then, if it’s that bad.”

“I don’t need cheerin’ up,” Woljif mumbled into his pillow.

Siavash sat in silence for a little while, pulling off his boots and then his belt, and performing a little clean-up cantrip to remove the smear of dried blood across his torso, all the while keeping an eye on the tension in Woljif’s shoulders. Though it didn’t ease, eventually Woljif rolled onto his back and eyed him, and whatever he was thinking, his frown very gradually softened.

“Sheesh. You can do better’n that.”

“Like what, then?”

Woljif looked away, pursing his lips. “You’re the expert. What do I know about cheerin’ people up?”

“You won’t like my other tactic. You won’t believe me if I tell you you’re not the weakest link, even if it’s true.”

“You got that right. If it ain’t me, who is it?”

“Probably me.”

Success. An almost imperceptible curl to the corner of his mouth.

“It’s true you didn’t sound very Knight-Commanderly when that thing hit you.”

“It hurt, ok?”

Woljif rolled to prop himself on an elbow facing him. “How many times do I have to tell you to quit rushin’ in first and thinkin’ second? If you were standin’ back it wouldn’t have—”

“Oh, it’s all on me now?”

Their eyes met, a spark of laughter exchanged.

But the spark died as the crease returned to Woljif’s brow. Almost shyly he reached up and laid a hand on Siavash’s chest where the knife trap had pierced. He let out a sigh. “S-sorry.”

“Everybody makes mistakes,” Siavash said gently, through a wry smile. “I think we’re doing pretty well, considering.”

Woljif stared at him like he’d just sprouted wings.

“Chief. How have you survived this long?” His voice was a whisper.

He didn’t answer. Siavash laid a hand over his, pressing it to his chest as he leaned down to kiss him. Even as he closed in, Woljif was still studying him in astonishment, but the moment their lips touched it was all forgotten, the drag of fear and self-doubt falling away, replaced with a buoying sensation as if being forgiven and—gods forbid—cheered up could actually raise him to new heights, rather than give him permission to fail again. The chief had a strange way of doing things, all right. Gods he hoped it wouldn’t get him killed.

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e/ chapter twenty six

Sonya

"She made a me a flask?" I smirked through my surprise, wondering if perhaps she was trying harder than I'd expected to bring us back into the fold. To mother us again.

I took the little flask from him and unscrewed the lid. When I held it up to my lips I felt the steam warm my nose, a soft gingery sweetness gracing my senses.

"Aye," he said, "told me to make sure ye drink up... It's ginger or somethin, good for..."

"My health, I know," I said with a small smirk, an eye roll that didn't stop me raising the flask to my lips and taking a sip. Didn't stop me smiling softly when I breathed in the sweet honey scent on the steam, when I swallowed and felt it warm me through. Soften me up.

"See," he said then, a cheekier smile when he spoke and caught my arm with his, "you're not so different from us after all..."

"Because I'm drinking milk?" I screwed my face up, my nose wrinkling, brow knitting when I asked him cynically, not really expecting the answer he gave me.

"Still trust your aunt Pol..."

"Well it's not like I can trust the rest of them is it?" I shrugged taking another sip of my drink. Trying not to let my mind circle around the point he'd just made. That I trusted Polly. That I didn't trust the rest of them. That I didn't want to trust Polly. That if I did then I had to believe what she'd told me that morning, that I'd have to believe in those cards which had frightened me since I was only a little girl.

"You don't trust your sister?"

"She doesn't trust me..." I bit my lip, looked down into the dark flask at the milk and the steam, watched it slosh around when I shook the flask in a small circle to stir it up a little.

"You think?"

"She didn't tell me where she was going."

I sat up a little stiffer then, watching the lake, starring out at the still water determined not to let Bonnie read the uncertainty in my eyes. His knack for reading people hadn't passed me by and I wasn't the kind of girl who was used to, nor wanted to be understood as carefully as he threatened to try and know me. So I didn't want to tell him anymore than he already knew. I just didn't realise that in saying what I had I'd already told him so much more about myself than I realised.

"Don't you have to train?" I asked after swallowing another sip of milk, changing the subject with a brighter tone, "for your fight?"

"Nahh..." He leant back in the grass, hands behind his head, eyes closed, a smirk tugging on his lips, "could go into that ring with a broken arm and still knock the sorry bastard out in the first round..."

I bit back a laugh at that, enjoying the bright mischievous light dancing in his eyes when he opened them and shot me a wink.

"You've got a lot of confidence..." I smirked, glancing back at him over my shoulder, watching him as he lay still and calm, like there wasn't a worry in the world that could get him down. It couldn't have been true, there must have been doubts in his mind somewhere but he played it off so well. Like he was the most carefree lad in the world.

"Never lost a fight I didn't mean to," he shrugged, "as long as I weigh in just under the limit I'll be sound... Maybe if you've got doubts Miss Gray, you should come cheer me on eh?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

"Don't sound like you need much cheerin on peaky boy..." I bit back my smile, trying to ignore the strange shy feeling he'd sparked in me. "Unless your fights happening in my living room though I doubt my brother will let me..."

"Sure he will," he shrugged, "not like your bodyguard won't be there is it?"

"I guess," I smiled wanting to laugh at him and his relentless optimism, he had an answer for everything and though usually it was infuriating that morning it was good to be met with so many positive contradictions. Good to have someone shoot down every one of my doubts.

"Y'know lass," he said then, pushing himself up, "you could come and train with me if you like..."

"Why?" I frowned, "don't think I'm heavyweight champion material somehow Mr Gold..." I said, watching as his face lit up with a laugh, his curls falling a little messy across his forehead when he shook off his amusement.

"I meant for your dancin little miss raincloud," he grinned, "your brother's gym is class an you know he says he built it for his fighters but we all know he really built it for you an Sylvia..."

I really screwed my face up when he said that, looked at him all cynical and disbelieving. My frown and the words which followed leaving his smirk to linger, like he understood something I didn't.

"Why would Tommy build a gym for us when were never home..." I said blankly. Perhaps a little part of me hoped I already knew the answer but I wasn't going to let myself believe it, even when Bonnie shrugged his shoulders and all but confirmed something Id always secretly hoped.

"Maybe he was hoping you'd come visit..."

"Never invited us..."

"Don't need an invitation to come home love..." He matched my sullen shrug with a soft smile, those eyes that told me to warm up to him just a little more.

I chewed my cheek, sucked in on it and shook my head.

"Doesn't feel like home," I said quietly, thinking back to the place that was home. The long ornate hallways of my school, the hidden rooms backstage at the opera house, the flat I'd shared with Sylvie, the bed I'd shared with Freddie in his apartment in Little Italy. Where I'd felt at home for a brief moment before he'd turned the TV on and I'd seen the news.

"Give it time," he said quietly, his fingers startling mine when they skimmed over them in the grass, "you've been away so long, perhaps you've just forgotten what it feels like..."

I bit my bottom lip, ran my tongue along the ridges of my dry skin. Saw another flickering image of Freddie lying on his back in his bed, the sheets a mess and barely covering him, the little black heart tattooed over his, the wink he'd shot me as he lay there letting his finger trace an S on the spot.

And as I thought about him my hand wandered to my belly and lingered there. There was a lump in my throat and it was hard to swallow. There was a low lying panic struggling inside me and I couldn't think for all the fuzz it left in my head.

"Who knows," I shrugged hugging my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on them glumly.

I heard Bonnie move beside me, heard him push himself up and shuffle closer.

Felt his hand on my back rub slowly up and down.

"You're dead tense you," he said letting his fingertips trace over the knots in my muscles, "you always like this?" He asked shuffling back to sit behind me, his hands running smoothly up my back, resting on my shoulders. I couldn't see the frown knitting his brows together. I could however feel the warm chill which his actions had sent radiating through me. The blush he was leaving on my cheeks as I stared stubbornly out at the lake. I couldn't turn to look at him now, I felt too shy, too self conscious.

And then his hand pressed down on a bruise which has been troubling me all week. Another from a tumble I'd taken during class.

I tried to swallow and breath through the sudden flash of pain, the heat building around the ache, but I couldn't hide my flinch. Not when his hands were on me to feel my every intake of breath.

"Shit sorry lass," he said his hands falling away from me.

"S'okay Bonnie it's nothing." I said quickly hoping he'd drop it, quietly hoping he'd put his hands back where they had been because the gentle pressure he'd been applying as he felt for knots had been more soothing than I'd expected.

"Nah I hurt you Sonya," he said, the look of concern in his eyes only darkening when I shook my head again.

"Honest Bonnie it's just a bruise... Someone uh..."

"Someone hurt you?" He asked, his voice quiet but quick and teetering on angry until I cut him off. Until my hand reached for his, my fingers skimming over his in the grass until I realised what I'd done, grew shy and drew them away. Back to my side.

"Not on purpose stupid," I smirked forcing myself to smile through the embarrassing memory. It had been humiliating in class but somehow it was more humiliating to admit it not. "My partner dropped me in class... We were leading on some steps and he uh, yeah... Dropped me..."

"Fuck," he smirked, "an I thought my job was dangerous..." I wondered which he was referring to then, being a fighter or being a blinder. "Here ain't they sposed to be talented at your school? What's he goin droppin you for?" His smile was cheeky, like he was trying to do just as I was and laugh it off but I knew what he must really have been thinking, the same as my partner had when they'd dropped me, the same as everyone in the class who had seen it. The same as I'd thought when I'd hit the floor with a thud and felt it echo through my bones, my muscles cramping with the shock as I lay there trying to breath through the pain so that I could get up and start the routine again.

"Reckoned its cause I'm too heavy..." I shrugged trying to pretend that it didn't bother me.

"Kind of excuse is that?" Sniggered Bonnie. It didn't escape my notice the way his eyes kept flickering back to my lower back where his hands had pressed a little too hard. "Sounds to me like someones been skippin arm day." He said with a small smile. "Can I see the bruise lass? Don't reckon it should be hurtin that much after a week like, even my worst never hurt that much for that long..."

"Maybe I'm more of a baby than you..." I tried to deter him, smirking, trying not to pout or show him how nervous it made me to let someone assess the damage.

At school you learnt to swallow down the pain, keep the injuries to a minimum and secret when you did wind up sore. Injuries meant falling behind and falling behind wasn't something girls like me could afford.

"I doubt that somehow sweetheart," said Bonnie, his voice quieter then, murmured as he pushed the back of my brothers pyjama top up and concentrated on the spread of ugly purple turning green at the base of my spine. I heard him breath out a hushed "shit," as his fingers grazed ever so lightly over it. Felt the burn of his eyes on my skin.

I tried to focus on my breathing, tried to concentrate on breathing slow and steady, concentrate on not shaking or shivering or letting the goosebumps show on my arms when he touched me. That was more difficult than I'd expected it to be.

"You didn't believe him did you lass?" He asked then pressing the back of his hand to the bruise, the cool of his touch soothing the ache a little.

"I don't know... He doesn't usually drop me... We've done those steps hundreds of times together so it's not like he didn't know the routine... Cas is the best dancer in our school, he's a really talented athlete..."

"Second to you of course," smirked Bonnie, his smirk only faltering when I didn't return it, "you don't believe me eh lass?" He asked pulling my top back down, rubbing a gentle circle over my back, "how many lassies have you dropped eh? Trust me love, the lad fucked up and blamed you cause he was embarrassed about it, pretty low if you ask me sweetpea..."

"You seem to know him pretty well considering you've never met him..."

"Don't need to lass," he said pushing himself up off the ground, offering his hand to me, "sounds like I've met ten of him in the ring before," he said tugging me closer into his side as we began walking back to the house, "an between me an you I'd gladly make sure he never made the mistake of droppin you again eh?" He said with a cheeky smile, a wink which warmed my cheeks and left me speechless. A small smile tugging at my lips. "I'd mind that bruise though sweetpea, no trainin for you this afternoon eh you need to rest that..."

"I've been resting for days now... I don't know if you've noticed but..."

"None of what you've done these last few days counts as rest Sonya," he said stopping just in front of me, holding my hand down by our hips, looking at me more seriously than I'd thought he was capable of, "What you need is good, proper rest... No staying up scared in a panic room or sobbin your wee heart out and shoutin at your brother yeah, proper rest... You need to relax lass... Hot bath, use that spa your Aunt Pol's always in an out of... Proper rest or it won't get better... Trust me sweetheart I've tried to train through less and it never works..."

"Boxings clearly a more forgiving profession," I mumbled not expecting him to catch my words, not expecting him to smile and shrug me off when I did.

"Probably..."

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"Well," murmured Bonnie as we returned to the house, entering through the kitchen door to the smell of ginger and cinnamon, Ada and Esme with their hands burried in a bowl of flour sugar and butter. "I would invite you to watch me batter your big brother but..." Said bonnie nodding to Kitty who was hovering impatiently on the kitchen table, dressed like a prima ballerina, "I think someones been missin you."

That's how he had left me several hours ago, teasing Kitty on his way out, telling her she looked stunning in her little pink tutu. Told her she looked just as pretty as her aunty. Then he'd shot me another of those stupid winks from across the kitchen and left me at the hands of the little girl who'd been hopping from one foot to the other hardly able to contain her excitement.

She'd grabbed my hands and practically dragged me through to the sun room where I saw the focus of her delight. Four little rabbits idling on the carpet, one hopping slowly about sniffing at the pieces of carrot which had been dropped for them.

"Remember what I told you princess," yawned John from where he lay reclined on his back on the sofa basking in the sunlight which shone through the roof.

There was a door open and a big window letting in the cool from outside and with the television showing the moomins on for the youngens the room had a lazy, dreamy kind of atmosphere.

"Be gentle... Smaller than me..." Grinned Kitty, her fingers locking and unlocking, this mischievous little grin on her lips as she skipped to follow the most sprightly of the bunnies around the room.

"This one's named Buttons," she said picking him up as gently as she could, presenting him to me a little over zealously so that I had no choice but to rescue the little fluffball from her grasp.

"Careful sweetheart," I smiled cradling the little bunny in my hands, "you should listen to daddy Kitty, Buttons is shy see, look at him he's all shakey... You have to be super careful with him..." I said sitting down on the floor leaning against the sofa and holding him to my chest carefully, "here we are see, c'mere KitKat," I said whispering, taking her hand and placing it on the little rabbits soft fur.

She snuggled in close to me and rested her cheek against my arm so that she was nose to nose with Buttons. Her little smile still so mischievous I couldn't help but mirror it.

"See," I breathed looking down at the angelic little creature with tenderness, stroking between his ears and smiling at the way his nose twitched.

"What're the others called Kitty?"

"Yeah go on princess tell aunty fen what you named em..." Chuckled John his lazy smile contagious. He was half asleep, one hand reaching down to ruffle Katie's hair. It was the most peaceful I'd seen anyone all week and I was beginning to wonder how they did it.

Bonnie and John alike. Lying back with their eyes closed, lazy smiles, letting peace wash over them even in the midst of tension and chaos. I couldn't help but envy them for that ability. Couldn't help but think it must be nice to quiet the mind and all its anxieties even if only for a minute or two.

"What did you name the other two Kitty?" I smirked curious now because John was still chuckling to himself behind me.

"This one's Sylvie!" She grinned pointing to a brown, lop-eared bunny stretched out and dozing in the sun. My eyes going wide as I struggled to hold back a giggle, knowing what was coming next, not exactly horrified but also not impressed.

"Oh no," I giggled, "what's this one called Kitty?" I asked a giggle escaping both of us when she crawled to pick the black and white one up and set it down in her lap. It immediately nuzzled into her and began trying to climb up onto her shoulder, eyes set on the sofa and John's head.

"S... Sunny! Like Sonya!" She grinned looking ever so proud of herself, her grin dissolving into laughter when John laughed chuckling away to himself half asleep.

"Atta girl," he grinned sleepily,his hand ruffling her hair once more, "howd ya like that Fen, she looks just like you don't she?"

"Was this your idea? Some twisted way of laughin at us whilst we were away..."

"Who me?" He laughed feigning innocence all hand on heart and false offence, "nah lass, just missed you that much..."

"No no no it's cause they're pretty n you're pretty too!" Cried Katie suddenly animated again, stretching up to her our attention, bouncing up and down where she sat, wriggling and repeating herself until she was greeted with John pushing himself up and scooping her up into his lap.

"Right y'little terror," he grinned threatening her with a tickling hand, wriggling his fingers over her tummy so that she squealed.

"No daddy won't!" She cried defiantly.

"Oh won't he?" He chuckled hanging her upsidedown over his knees so that her hair fell down and brushed the carpet. "What makes you think that eh miss?" He grinned unable to hold in his sniggering as he threatened her with the same game he used to play with me and Sylvie. I gasped jumping to the little girls defense when he threatened her with tickles again.

"John no!" I cried, "you wouldn't!"

"Daddy won't!" Giggled Katie trying to wriggle and squirm her way free but she wasn't going to escape unless John let her and right now his eyes were lit up with mischief and I knew he wouldn't back down.

"Why not Kitty Kat?" He grinned tickling her belly so that she couldn't speak for giggling too much. "Fishes in the water fishes in the sea..." He started teasing her...

"Daddy love me most!" She giggled still wriggling, her laughter so contagious it was impossible not to laugh along as I promised I'd get her free.

"That wasn't the question princess... Sorry!" Laughed John tormenting the poor girl with an onslaught of tickles.

In the end however it was her brother Liam who came to her rescue, clambering on his dads shoulders from round the back of the sofa, hitting him with a light saber until he promised to free his hostage. Kitty scrambling to safety in the arm chair, breathless and rosy cheeked from all her laughter.

"What the bloody 'ells goin on ere eh?" Smiled Ada, her eyes lit up when they rested on John who was still being tormented by Liam and his other eldest boy. "My god John I never thought I'd see the day karma came back to bite you..."

"Yeah..yeah Ada ain't like you didn't put up a fair fight is it!" He managed to spit out between laughs and wheezes of breath doing his best to fend of the two little boys.

But in the Shelby house no amount of peace can be allowed to last for long and when Arthur and Bonnie appeared in the doorway a few hours later the laughter stopped and a shadow crossed over the eyes of my brothers. They shared a silent conversation, eyes dark with understanding and I shivered noticing how in the hours we'd spent lying on the carpet playing with the littlens, the weather had changed and the day had darkened.

Outside the mist had crept in and surrounded the house, the sky was grey and threatening rain. Something heavy and looming hung over us all and I felt a fearful twist in my gut.

When I looked up at Arthur however it was Bonnie who caught my attention, the wink he shot me, the small smile. As if he could tell how my worries had all returned in that moment. As if it were me he wanted to settle and reassure.

"Right," coughed Arthur, "I'll be off then aye..."

"Where's uncle Arthur goin?" Asked Liam, his brother chipping in too.

"Can I come?"

"Nah lad," said Arthur shaking his head, his voice low and gravelly, a little doomed sounding, "not this time eh mate, maybe next time..."

"Aye mate maybe next time yeah, come on I'll teach you how to use that weapon proper eh?" Asked John picking the abandoned lightsaber back up leading them both away to play somewhere else.

I watched Arthur turn away too, watched Ada jump up to stop him, to ask him what was going on.

I saw the look in his eyes which told Ada to back down. Saw the look in hers when she forced a smile and came to sit on the floor with Katie, when she picked up bunny Sylvie and placed her in Katie's lap.

I watched Arthur murmur to Bonnie quietly before he left and when Bonnie turned back to us he had that knit of concentration on his brow tugging a small frown into the center of his expression. It didn't last however because the second he felt my gaze on him he broke into a grin and threw himself down beside me on the settee, his arm stretched out across the back so that I was conscious of the weight of it behind me. So that I felt a tinge of guilt when I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have his arm around me properly. To feel his fingers curling my hair around them subtly.

I tried to ignore the thought but the longer he remained still beside me watching the room with those quiet eyes the worse the feeling got. The desire to let myself sink further back into the cushions, into his side. To find myself tucked under his arm.

I told myself it was because I was missing Freddie, because my head was all cottony and full of anxiety. Because I'd been so scared all week, so upset... And because Bonnie had been there with me throughout it all, always offering me a kind smile. Always listening and nodding along in that calm thoughtful way. The way he just took everything in, the way he almost always seemed to say the right thing...

"So you've met your double I see?" He said leaning in to talk to me, "cute ain't she..."

"Yeah," I smirked, blushing at the fact that everyone seemed to be in on this joke except me.

"Reckon she does a mean pirouette too," he chuckled, "how's the restin going?" He asked his eyes flickering over my body, lingering on my lower back as if he thought looking hard enough would allow him to see through the t-shirt I was wearing to examine the damage.

"I feel like I'm wasting time..." I said chewing my cheek, smiling when he shrugged his shoulders.

"Lookin after yourself ain't wasting time lass," he said his hand skimming over my shoulder, unnoticed by the rest of the family though the sensation it left tingling on my skin and up my neck was impossible to ignore. "Anyway," he said, "you're like me... You don't need anymore practice eh, I reckon you're already perfect..." He said with a cheeky wink, not deterred when I giggled and tried to deny the fact.

"You've never seen me dance!"

"Seen you on YouTube," he smirked, "your brother showed me earlier... After I'd won our fight eh..."

"You didn't beat Arthur," I shook my head with a smile, "no way," I giggled laughing harder when he shook his head.

"Nah lass," he grinned, his cheeks flushed a sweet shade of scarlet, "but a lad can dream..."

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Boothill and argenti hi! how are you both doing? also you are super cute boothill and argenti you are too <3 idk why I'm going to tell ya'll this but I am my boyfriend of 2 years cheated on me T-T and I don't know how to react to it all. He cheated on me with my best friends older sister at a darn country dance...we live in the mid-west btw and yeah..he uh couldn't keep his friend in his pants, and I caught them, I just ran out crying (I feel so pathetic for that) I went back to my place and called his mama and told her, and she told me to f off -_- so what should I do? cuz on one hand I really want to like...shoot him and bury him where no one will find him and the other I want to tear his balls off and feed it to the coyotes. But the next day (today) I went to see him and told him that I am breaking up with him (I said it calmly, I was about to cry my heart out) and he went on to say he is unapologetic for it he told me that he did it cuz I am ugly also said he didn't like me anymore When I asked why couldnt he have just broken up with me instead of doing what he did he got up and left. My best friend's sister called me afterwards and told me that I am a worthless peice of shit and that I can go to hell. I am a 5'6 woman who is skinny has brown hair and green eyes T-T now I hate myself because my besties sister is pretty. what should I do? I loved him.

Boothill: “Son of a nice lady, that’s some heavy stuff!”

Argenti: “Be respectful, cowboy. They clearly need some comfort.”

Boothill: “Ah, right, sorry…here, Anon, you get a hug from both of us.”

Argenti: “Indeed…don’t ever hate yourself over that. Your beauty is truly immaculate, Anon! I’m sure you’re a great person too.”

Boothill: “Fudge yeah! And screw anyone who says otherwise! You’re forkin’ awesome, Anon!”

Argenti: “Precisely! I’m certain there’s someone out there who will love you as much as you deserve - I know it.”

Boothill: “Mhm! And even so, we’re always here, too.”

Argenti: “Don’t beat yourself up for feeling things. You’re just as human as the rest of us…that is, except for Boothill. He’s mostly robotic…”

Boothill: “Heh, yeah. But hey! If ya ever need some cheerin’ up, come hang out with us! We’ve always got your back!~”

Argenti: “Now, come here. You get as many hugs as you’d like~”

(In all seriousness, I’m so sorry that happened to you. Keep your head high and don’t beat yourself up about this - everyone has hard times too :)

[rkaji]

Kaji :(( I know I said I was gonna be cheerin you on so you could win but :((

‘M havin a little bit of trouble :(( im sorry :((

I was trying to figure out how this thing worked but :(( get some practice in :(( idk tell me if im doin something wrong :((

Wait! Ah! No! Okay, don’t watch this until you win, okay? I’m trying to be supportive here!!

*1 video attachment.*

cw. nsfw

The camera is slightly shaky, the angle on a bit askew as she holds her phone. The camera shows half of her face, a concentrated little expression across her features. Tongue between her teeth as she makes sure the device is turned on, orange hair fanned out around her head.

“Okay…” She mumbles quietly, so softly the microphone almost isn’t able to pick it up. Whether it be for encouragement or assurance, no one can ever be sure. Never-the-less, the camera is flipped around, showing the complete opposite of the picture of innocence that was displayed before.

Shaky thighs holding themselves up, a cute pair of panties covering everything important. Her other hand, holding a soft pink vibrator, gently tracing along her inner thigh. Messy bed sheets, feet kicking against the sheets as she tries to get comfortable. The opposite of the girl who dresses in tool and likes to play good girl.

“Ah!” Her hips kick up slightly, a gentle buck as she moves the toy even closer to where she needs it. A quiet whine leaving her throat as the camera shakes with the rise and fall of her breath.

Slowly, she calms herself down. Too sensitive already without anything being done. “A-and then I just… like th-this… r-right Ji…?” Her voice is almost too quiet, too nervous and filled with emotion. Moving the toy closer, and closer to where her clit stays covered. Thighs shaking, awaiting the feeling that is soon to come.

And right before it makes contact, right before the small bunny shaped toy can touch her– the video cuts off.

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Ren Kaji is not a patient man.

He never has been. He’s never cared to be. Sees no point in it; patient for what? He’s Kaji. He can get what he wants, and if he can’t, he’ll live without it or find a workaround. He doesn’t need to sit back and deal with that pesky, irritable, pointless little thing called patience.

Not unless it works in his favor.

On occasion, on rare occasion Kaji finds incentive in the practice. Times where it’s a means to an end, like when money is involved. And for as much money as Kaji makes because he’s certainly well off, ten million dollars is a lot of money.

He could open up his own recording studio with that.

So, Kaji elects to wait. It’s easy for him; he’s not tempted with much anyway. He’s quick to scroll his feed and then toss his phone, bored, uninterested. His solace is found in games and beat making — in the few hours that the bet’s taken place, Kaji’s managed to finish a beat and find a buyer. He celebrated his victory with a game of Sekiro — a game that tested what little patience Kaji can stand to have.

And then he starts getting notifications on his phone. And they’re from Lily.

Lily makes Kaji feel things. Or, more accurately, she makes him feel. A faux bratty little red head wrapped up in the cutest package he’s ever seen. He wishes that he hated it, but he doesn’t. He’s a little daft but he can recognize a crush when he sees one. Lily definitely has one on him, and fortunately for her, he reciprocates the emotion.

Unfortunately for him, this made ignoring her harder.

The pictures make him frown, but he’s always frowning, so it’s easy to move past it. The things she said afterwards? A little harder but nothing he couldn’t manage. He had a goal, after all. He intended to reach it no matter what.

His resolve all but nearly flies out of the window the second she starts playing rough.

A video?

What a little minx.

A video is different. Here he’s able to see something he loves about her on display; the fact that despite how sticky her tongue could be, she’s no fighter after all. She’s a soft spoken, shy, needy little thing who desperately could do well with having something fat sat thick inside her. It’s evident with the way she talks, even more when he observes the way she toys with herself.

It takes Kaji no less than thirty seconds to come to his resolve.

The bet was no sex. Sex meant oral sex, vaginal sex, phone sex and anal sex.

Didn’t say shit about making somebody feel good.

He’s tugging on his forces and stuffing his keys in his hoodie pockets in seconds, one thumb swiping up the voice record button as he moves.

“I’m coming over.” He says. His voice is in a lower octave, low enough that he recognizes it. He looks down; the loose fitting basketball pants do nothing to shield the growing bulge. “Unlock the door. Now.”

Message sent.

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Hey Adrian

Today was a big one - I met your daughter. Well, ‘met’ isn’t quite the right word as I’ve known Swithy for a minute now, but we only just found out our connection to you today. I should’ve seen it earlier - her eyes are just like yours and she’s got your honest but blunt approach to life.

Talkin’ about you today made me miss you somethin’ fierce. It’s weird - since I got this farm, all I seem to be able to think about is the monastery and my life back then. You really made me think I could be whatever I wanted. Were you just tryin’ to protect me from the truth, or did you really believe it too? I don’t think I can believe it anymore. I think I need to let the dream go and make peace with life as a farmer. As long as I’ve got the others, life won’t be that bad.

Oh, last thing - I’m pretty sure the gang are tryna fix me up with someone. They want Rawlins out of my life. I know it ain’t sensible or even right to love him - I know you’d lay into me even worse than the others do for bein’ with a married man. You should’ve heard what Gracey said to me tonight. You’d probably ‘ave been cheerin’ every word. I will admit, she did get through to me a bit. But I won’t give up on me and Rawlins yet. I’m seein’ ‘im tomorrow and I’ll talk to ‘im about our future. If there’s any hope of a future for us then I’m not givin’ up. Amen.

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