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forgetimabluedreamer · 3 months ago
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What arguing with family is like
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itgirlgyu · 2 years ago
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how i think txt would react if their female best friend sat on their lap
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YEONJUN...
oh my god totally bitchless behavior coming in within 0.4 seconds
like this man will stop functioning, like is it normal to have your hands on the side?
tries to strike a pose
like daniel,, bby you're embarrassing yourself
swear he thinks he's like aha so fine
might lean back to play it cool
but you know he stiff as hell
like basically it's that dad pose when you know you've disappointed him and you're about to sit with him in a dark living room to soak in the immeasurable shame you've brought to the family.
his undergarment is drenched from stress sweats
might actually start stuttering
pls get off him before his dry sex life makes him pop a boner and the friendship gets ruined for life.
SOOBIN...
his head starts overheating due to overthinking the moment you sit on his lap like
the only two option were the floor where beomgyu spilled his drink or any of the dudes lap and he's your bestie boo so ofc you'd pick him
right?
tries to gaslight himself into thinking it's fine
like sure this shit is fine and it's normal to sit on each others laps.
but inside his head there are 4 tabs open, two of them are having a debate on the pros and cons of having your best friend on your lap and other two are playing tiktok random hits and he doesn't know which one he should tune in to
for the peace of his own mind, he tries to sit on your lap the next time
tit for tat he says.
BEOMGYU...
starts acting like you are crushing his thighs
he knows you playing so he's like aha two can play the game
girl you really thought you will outdo the doer
the og mr. mood breaker?
will straight up start moaning in your ears
starts squirming and whining like
'oooof my thighs are so fragile,'
does not give two cents about the place he is in
or the situation
or what people will assume
if soobin is the overthinker, beomgyu rarely thinks
its like his brain just takes off in a rush and it's taken over by the sheer need to annoy the fuck out of his bestie.
he's like the fly you can't just quite swat away
literally starts doing his own echo moan from one ear to another
you have to admit the defeat and get up on your own.
TAEHYUN...
will not straight up push you off him.
but the look he gives you, he might as well just put in the physical effort and do it.
his face is like, 'you did this for what?'
'why not?'
'why though?'
tries to get used to you sitting on him
like its chill
you're his bestie and he's a gym goer
so it does work out nicely
but the thing is like,
your back is blocking his vision
like its all chill and cute in movies but irl your sight will definitely get blocked and it has nothing to do with the person's height!
he tries to adjust so that he doesn't need to kick you off of him
and hurt your feelings or something
man is here jumping through hoops to seem effortless in order to continue his debate with hyuka about the importance of the balance between peanut butter and jelly in the sandwich
you see his struggle and move over on your own with a new found respect for terry the terrance taehyun kang
HUENING KAI...
he's looking at your head like, hmm you kinda sus
but that lasts like a whole lot of ten seconds before he's like nothings even on him
although he tries to smell the top of your head like what is the difference between a baby's head and an adult's crown
he is a curious little crow, it's one of his charms
makes a quick mental note to break it to you gently that you might need to take a lil bit more hygiene care on the top of your head.
he leans back
unlike yeonjun the daniel choi, he's fr chill
also man's broad as hell
he's like meant to be a chair at this point
you can lean in as much as you want on him and you know he would fine with anything
like he barely feels you on him anyway
you can probably just lean back on him and he'd cradle you like his first born
just maybe not kiss the top of your head
but he finally got an idea what to gift you on your birthday!
so it all worked out for the best!
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starfirewildheart · 10 months ago
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Chapter 15
Scars and Souvenirs
Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.
Pairing: Sy / OFC
Word count: 2,527
Rating: Adult only no one under 18
Warnings: Description of physical abuse, death, torture, medical description 
Sy paced back and forth in the hospital waiting area. He was flexing his hands at his sides, making fists and then stretching his fingers as he walked, replaying in his mind everything that he had seen when they found Debbie and Mike. The doctors have been with both of them for about hour now and they were still waiting for word. It was beginning to get to him. He wanted to see her and he wanted to see her now. 
Geralt watched Sy from a chair in the corner. He knew how upset he was understandably but he was afraid he was going to have to intervene. Sy looked like he was about to lose his mind. Just as Geralt was about to stand up and say something,  a doctor came out of the double doors at the end of the corridor. 
“I'm looking for the family of Callaway, Debbie Calloway.”
“Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?” Sy asked pleadingly. 
The doctor held up his hand to try to calm the distraught man down. “Please, sit,” he motioned to a chair.
“I'll stand,” Sy said through his clenched jaw.
“She has a lot of injuries. We're doing everything that we can but I'm afraid that treatment and recovery will be extensive.”
“We are worried about infection due to the material that was in the burns. We have to wait to do surgery in order to make sure there's not an infection. We've got to give her antibiotics first.”
“Material?” Geralt asked.
“The burns,” he paused to gather his thoughts on how best to explain. “The best we can discern is that the burns were made with two different objects. Some were made through her clothing and some on bare skin. The ones made over clothing caused some fibers to sear into the skin around the edges of the burns.” 
Sy paled even more and saw Geralt step closer to him. The doctor continued  with his list. “Her right knee has been damaged so we have orthopedics looking at that as well as her shoulders and hip.” He continued  when Sy didn't respond. “The left shoulder has been dislocated  though both shoulders show muscle and tissue damage.”
“She was found hanging by her wrists,” Sy croaked, not even recognizing his own voice.
The doctor nodded. “So far the damage to her wrists has been tissue related. Her hip is fractured, it's a hairline fracture and there is an extensive bruise there. Her right orbital socket is broken and there is swelling in her neck. She has extensive cuts and abrasions.”
Sy's knees went weak and his legs felt like jello but he forced himself not to react. “I want to see her.” The metal doors swung open again and another doctor came out. Sy turned his attention back to the doctor in front of him.
“She is still being treated but as soon as we can I will take you to her.”
Before Sy could argue the other doctor approached. “Are you Syverson?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm Mike's doctor.”
Sy internally berated himself. He hadn’t even asked about Mike. “Is he ok?”
“He has a displaced fracture of the radius and ulna in his left forearm, a broken right wrist, two broken ribs and several contusions. He's going to have to have surgery on his arm and wrist but he is stable physically. Mentally he's quite traumatized and is fighting when anyone gets near him.”
“Can I go to him?” Sy asked.
The doctor nodded, “we were hoping you could try to calm him down some or we will have to sedate him.”
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“Get the fuck away from me!” Mike yelled as loud as his horse voice would allow. He couldn't throw anything but he kicked out at anything he could reach and managed to connect with a couple of people and an instrument tray sending it crashing to the floor. To his relief the doctor returned and asked everyone to step out.
Once the room cleared Sy went in followed by Geralt who refused to leave his side. He stepped up to the side of the gurney and his heart broke all over again at the terrified look on Mike's face. “Easy,” he kept his tone soft and low. “You're safe now kid. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt ya.” Like I already have, he finished in his own head. 
Mike pressed himself as far against the opposite rail as he could get as hot tears streamed down his face. Sy surely hated him now and was going to kill him. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,” he mumbled over and over as he rocked back and forth.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Mike.” He took a step forward and Mike coward so he adjusted his tactic. He sat on the edge of the gurney.  “You didn't do anything to be sorry for.”
“Happened cause of me. He…he..ssold mmee”
 “Yea, he did,” Sy growled.  “And he's gonna pay for that too but you didn't cause this.”
“But I c..c..couldn't sssstop them. I let thhhem hurt her,” he sobbed.
“Michael,” Sy said sternly. “Come here.” He helped move Mike back to the center of the bed and get him more comfortable but Mike clung to him. Sy carefully wrapped him in a hug and held the trembling boy to his chest while he sobbed. After what felt like an hour Sy was holding all of Mike's weight and assumed he'd fallen asleep. He turned his head and motioned for Geralt .
Gearlt went to the opposite side of the bed. “What do you need?” He asked softly.
“Help me lay him back. I don't want to hurt his ribs or arms.” They laid Mike back on the pillows and to Sy's surprise he was still awake and looking at him with red, puffy eyes. “Thought you fell asleep,” he smiled at him.
There was a knock on the door and two federal agents walked in. “Mike Holmes?”
Mike whimpered and Sy moved himself between Mike and the agents. “He needs his rest guys. Now's not a good time.”
“I know it's bad timing but we need his story while it's still fresh,” the agent explained.
Sy looked at Mike who reluctantly nodded his head. “Stay?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Right by your side kid.” To prove his point he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Mike recounted a lot of their ordeal but before long he worked himself up into a panic attack. Sy was right there calming him and pushing the button for the nurse. 
“That's it for today,” Sy stood and ushered the officers out the door. “He gave you a statement and descriptions, that's all he can do now. He has surgery soon and needs time to heal.”
“This isn't over,” the detective growled at Sy. “I say when we're done!”
Sy's jaw snapped shut as his eyebrow rose into his hairline. Geralt was on his feet in an instant as he saw Sy react and managed to get between them. “Fuck you! It's over when I say it's over you piece of shit! They were fucking hurt because of a dirty fucking cop and you have the nerve to give me shit?”
“Enough,” Geralt growled, pushing Sy back against the wall. “Calm the fuck down before you get kicked out.” The thought of being kept away from Debbie stole Sy's breath and he clamped his jaw shut again. Geralt pulled out his wallet and threw a business card at the officers feet. “Any questions go through their attorney from now on that goes for Mike and Debbie. Leave.”
Sy slid down the wall to the floor in the hallway with his knees as close to his chest as his big frame would allow as he rested his face in his hands. Security escorted the officers out of the ICU corridor while Mike's doctor rushed in to check on him. 
Gerat knelt next to Sy. He could feel him trembling and knew he was barely holding it together. “I'm here Sy, I've got you.” He squeezed his shoulder to try and anchor him. 
Debbie's doctor stepped around the corner searching for Sy when he saw him distraught on the floor. “What's going on here?”
“Cops questioned Mike. He gave all the statement that he could before going into panic distress. Sy asked them to leave, that he'd had enough and one of them turned on Sy and started yelling. He told Sy HE'D say when it was over,” Geralt explained. 
The doctor sighed and shook his head before stepping to the nurses station to call for security. Once the arrived they moved back to Sy who got to his feet afraid the doctor was going to have him thrown out. “please, I..”
“Mr. Syverson you are going through enough right now without dealing with outside pressure. I'm going to put visitations as approved list only for both Mr. Holmes and Ms. Calloway. I can have security posted at their doors if you request.”
“I've already attained private security for both of them,” Sy told him. 
“I can provide you with pictures and id's of each team member,” Geralt told him. “In fact there are two of them now “ he nodded toward August and Napoleon approaching them.
“Mr. Syverson if you will come with me I'll take you to see Ms. Calloway while they take care of sitting up your security.”
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Sy walked into the sterile looking room and the first thing he saw was a bank of ivs and monitors surrounding a hospital bed then he saw her. She was cocooned in bandages, rolled blankets, sheets and pillows. What was visible of her skin was black and blue and swollen.  He felt a chair hit the back of his legs and he gratefully collapsed into it as he carefully took her hand in his and sobbed. “I promise you these assholes are gonna pay. They will pray for death before we are done,” he gritted as much to himself as her. 
About an hour had passed before Geralt and August entered Debbie's room where Sy was still sitting holding her hand. Both men cringed at how bad she looked, glancing at each other in silence. August squeezed Sy's should in a show of support before walking around the room with a device scanning everything.. Sy frowned but didn't speak. He knew August was checking for listening devices. The device beeped when August scanned the tray table, a ceiling tile and one last time under her bed. He and Geralt quickly removed and destroyed the devices.
“How the fuck did they even know this was going to be her room,” Sy huffed. 
“There were two in Mike's room as well,” August supplied. I asked the doctor who knew which rooms they were going to. He gave me a list of the staff that knew so we started asking questions. Long story short, when the detectives called to see if Debbie and Mike were stable they were told what rooms they were going to be in because the police weren't allowed in the trauma rooms.”
“The quick dive we did on immediate hospital staff that will be interacting with them shows them all clean, as is your friend Walter. He wants to see you and them,” Geralt told him. Sy just nodded, his eyes not leaving Debbie.
“We have four of the five men who were responsible for torturing them,” August said cautiously. 
Sy's blue eyes shot up to meet his. “Why not five?” He demanded.
August looked at Debbie with admiration. “She killed the fifth one. From what we gathered he was trying ‘to break the kid in’ and he stepped a little too close to her. She wrapped her legs around his neck and choked him out and somehow managed to get her legs in a position to snap his neck. It's how she dislocated her shoulder.”
“How do you know that's the truth?” Sy asked.
“The kid told us,” Geralt explained. “Said you told him we were here to protect the two of them and he wanted us to be sure she wouldn't get in trouble. He said if someone had to be punished to say it was him. It was so unbelievable, how she did it, that him doing it would be more believable anyway,” Geralt explained. 
“He described the men to Solo and I while we were waiting for the ambulance. I looked up mugshots of the gang members and he pointed them out, ” August added. “Your friend Marshall delivered the cop that set them up.”
“This is your call Sy,” Geralt told him. Do you want us to deal with them..”
“They're mine,” he snarled. “Keep them alive until I'm ready. I'm not leaving her until I know she's ok.”
“Anticipation and fear is a good start for the bastards . We'll ramp up the audio, visual and sensory stimulation while they wait,” August grinned, sadistically. 
“Shaw is working out a schedule so we can cover both places,” Geralt offered.
“Make sure Mike's covered. I've got her,” his eyes were still locked on Debbie. 
“Bullshit,” both men said in unison.
“You think I can't defend what's mine?” Sy bristled as he got to his feet. 
“No one said that you prick,” August rolled his eyes.
Geralt sighed, these two were like teenagers when they were together on a good day. On an emotionally charged day they usually ended up throwing fists. “No one said you couldn't Syverson but you shouldn't.  Your attention should be focused on her and the kid, not your surroundings or weather or not some random staff member has been cleared.”
“He knows that, he just thinks he's superman,” August huffed. 
“Imma show you superman,” Sy stepped forward pushing against Geralt.
“Come on,” August made a bring it gesture with his hand.
“Enough!” Geralt growled. “I'm gonna bend you both over my fuckin knee if you don't stop it!”
Both big men were stunned into silence. Sy sighed and plopped back down in the chair next to Debbie.
“I want you on the other side of her bed,” Geralt told him. “I don't want your back to the door.”
Sy got up and Geralt moved his chair for him. On the way past August, Sy smacked him in the back of the head with a loud pop. August of course retaliated and tried to do the same but Sy ducked his swing. He grinned at him as he sat down in the chair only to have the back of his head smacked by Geralt. "Ow!”
“Stop it you you will both frog march up and down the fuckin hall until you puke!”
“Yes sir,” came two petulant replies. He shook his head but chuckled.
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m1d-45 · 2 years ago
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i am. thinking about reverse isekai some more to get me through these trying times (finals season) and imagine the stress of having to take care of the poor acolyte(s) who ended up in your world (i'm going with adult reader who has their own apartment and job and pays taxes n shit. just bc i don't want to write abt explaining to parents/roommates what tf is going on)...... like ofc it's super cool like omg your favorite characters!!! irl!!! but after the initial surprise wears off?
obviously you can't just leave them out on the streets bc they'll like. i don't know. get fuckin hit by a car or something so you let them stay in your apartment!! your tiny. one bedroom. apartment. it's fine, you can stay on the couch! you barely have enough food to feed yourself, thanks to your minimum-wage budget? that's fine! you don't have to eat that much, and you can't just let your guests go hungry!!
they try to help the best they can, they really do... but all the finished chores and time spent learning how to use the technology of your world don't change the fact that they can't help with the one thing that seems to matter most in this world - money. with extra people to provide for, you're forced to take up extra shifts, work longer hours, just to earn enough to be able to not have to choose between eating and paying rent.
of course, you don't let them know about all this, but your guests don't tell you that they can hear the way you cry late at night when you think everyone's asleep, stressed out by everything that's suddenly been thrust upon you - teddy anon
god man you 🤝 me
that’s so. ugh man-
at first you’re so starstruck and in awe, excitedly talking to them and showing them what every appliance does—partly so they don’t break them, partly because you like the shine in their eyes as they learn.
the first week is easy, and it’s when you’re shopping that the reality of the situation starts to set in.
you’re not used to having to buy for two, and the subject of their clothing comes up quickly as well. not to mention the fact that they’re probably used to more organic or locally grown stuff, and what if they react badly to food here? and that’s putting aside what they like and prefer too, but you can’t let them leave the house since they’re still not used to everything-
and your job, gosh, you’d taken a few days off at first to help then adjust but now you were feeling the sting of that lost pay. not to mention the fact that all your expenses and bills would go up since, yknow, they needed to use lights and water and all that while you were out of the house.
and if more than one were isekai’d? godspeed, man…
thoma and noelle make themselves useful doing chores, but quickly realizing that there’s little to do. they quickly become antsy; though they try and make food for you to return to, they struggle with your appliances and your tastes, not to mention your lack of raw ingredients.
some like diluc, childe, or ayato try and offer you mora, pulling bags of it from their inventories to of course compensate you for your stay, but it doesn’t go over well. you have to deny them and explain that mora isn’t used here, but all that gets you is stunned confusion—and dawning horror, later, but that’s a burnt bridge when you get to it.
others such as venti or xinyan try and perform on the streets, but it doesn’t pay as well as they want it to. ningguang is a bit more confident in herself, but that crumbles the moment she realizes that she both holds no power here nor has any knowledge of the market. she knows she can do something, be useful, but she doesn’t quite know how, and that’s the worst.
a few tend a bit towards the ‘street performer’ type, whether intentionally or accidentally. i can see kazuha subtly using the wind to guess a number someone’s thinking of, and kaeya could easily keep someone talking long enough to perform some quick sleight of hand. no, he doesn’t steal—you’d get far too mad at him for that—but his ornate get-up and smooth voice draw people in often enough that he makes quite a bit in tips.
keqing, ganyu, and ayaka all offer to either get jobs themselves, but since they technically don’t legally exist, they try and help you apply to better ones instead. thoma might try and do housework for your neighbors—it serves a few purposes, including getting a bit of cash, keeping off legal books, and increasing your relationship with them. jean and ganyu try and help manage your finances, or at least learn how to file your taxes to chip away at the stress they’ve caused.
a few straight up offer to steal—yes, offer, they wouldn’t even breathe without your permission of course they’ll come to you before doing crime—such as dainslef, childe, or kujou sara, but you shut that down quickly enough. xingqiu spends a lot of his time on online writing contests, and the occasional 50-300$ comes in your mailbox, but don’t count on it. albedo might try and sell his art, but he’d much rather give it to you, to be honest. your smile is worth more to him than some stranger’s approval.
some are completely lost. itto, gorou, hu tao, sucrose, collei… they’re all at a loss for what they can do to help. they don’t know your world, they don’t know what’s happening, they don’t know why you lie about it being a guest room so they feel less bad about taking your bed. it doesn’t work.
none of them do, really. after a good few months, maybe a year or so, all of them fall to this level of helplessness. they don’t know how to get you back to their world, they don’t even know how to leave themselves, but it’s clear that their presence here is wearing on you. they try, they do, but even the most chipper of your followers can see how dreary you seem.
it feels wrong to lie in your bed. it feels wrong to depend on you, when it should be the other way around. it’s wrong to take your resources and your time, wrong for you to be the one in distress, and they can’t even do anything about it. they’re stuck within these four walls, unable to help you, stuck being helpless.
from down the hall, they hear you sigh, poring over yet another impossible choice, and the sound alone brings them to tears.
they needed to get you home. but how?
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rizubaby · 4 years ago
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Taking his s/o's virginity | Shuichi Saihara.
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genre ; nsfw headcanons.
request ; Shuichi headcanons for him and his s/o taking each other's virginity.
tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, fluff, first time, L-bombs, vulgar language.
wc ; 0,5k.
note ; Another request done! Shuichi is such a cutie in this, I can't hngghhh. ANyWAyS, I hope you like it ♡
This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.
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This boy is so sweet, oh my gosh
Just like I imagine him to be, he's very gentle and likes to take his time with you. No rushing, he wants you to feel comfortable and loved
You'd be in a relationship for quite some time before either one of you brought it up
If you're the one to bring it up first, he'd just be dumbfounded by the idea that you would want him to be your first (and you'd be his)
He'd just stare at you, blushing so SO hard, poor baby doesn't know what to do with himself or how to reply
He'd have to gather himself together and take a breather before responding
"Y-You... want us to take the next step? Are you sure?"
You'd nod and he'd smile so sweetly, taking your hand and holding you so tight. Such a sweet baby
If he were the one to mention it first, he'd be so shy and nervous about it
He'd grab hold of your hands and stutter immensely, trying to find the right words
"Honey... we've been together for quite some time, and I was just thinking that... W-well... I want to take the next step... With you."
You'd both be flustered messes after talking about it, it's obvious you both want each other so badly but you were both just anxious about how the other might react
Once you're both comfortable and laying on the bed, cuddling up after a long day, he'd be the first one to make a move
He'd wrap his hands around your waist and show you how much he loves you. So much shy lil' kisses and gently caressing you awe
Shuichi is noticably very nervous about the whole situation, but you give each other the reassurance you need and eventually all anxiety just evaporates, leaving you two longing for each other even more
You'd be allllllll over each other, kissing, touching, everything. The desperation is THERE let me tell you
Once he's making his way inside you, he just goes quiet for a second because by god he can't believe how good you feel
He'd wait a moment for you to adjust, asking if you're okay or if it hurts every 2 seconds
You'd reassure him he's doing great and that he can keep going, making him blush so hard omg
Soooo much accidental dirty talk, like what
He'd just ramble on about how good you feel and how much he loves you, making you even more aroused
"I can't believe we're actually doing this... I love you, I love you, I love you..."
"You feel so good, w-wow..."
His pace would be very slow, making sure he's able to feel every inch of you and enjoy every second of it
Your first time would definitely be in missionary. Shuichi is very gentle and he wants to see your face and caress you and kiss you and ugh
Ofc he uses protection, he doesn't want to go too far too quick
Your soft moans make him sooooo aroused and his cheeks would be so red because of it
When you run your dainty fingers through his hair and hold him tight (maybe wrap your legs around him too) he might just cum instantly
Afterwards, he keeps gently kissing you and hugging you tight, showering you with compliments and love
"That was absolutely amazing... I'm so blessed to have you in my life."
He'd intertwine your fingers with his, slowly drifting asleep in each other's arms. ♡
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sleephyjhs · 4 years ago
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Sleeping Lions (Taehyung One-Shot)
pairing: dad!taehyung x pregnant!reader
genre: fluff ofc!! + family au (?)
summary: a quiet morning in the kim household was very much unheard of. a puppy, three small children and another on the way was constant cause for mayhem. when better to cause a raucous than an early sunday morning?
wc: 1.53K
song rec: stay here - gaho
note: i think this is my favourite thing i’ve ever written here, please enjoy!! <3
m.list | requested
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The eventual gush of tepid sunlight through a thin gap between the curtains was the worst part of every sunday morning. Striking across your aching eyelids, the light disrupted your peaceful slumber and forced you to acknowledge the impending sunrise. You took a brief moment to wriggle around in the imprint you’d moulded into the mattress; the arrangement of pregnancy support pillows sometimes gave you more aches than they eradicated.
On lazy sundays such as these, sitting up straight away was more effort than what it was worth. Taking the few minutes that were left before your shared bed would be surely invaded to embrace the chilliness of the sheets were essential. Beside you laid your husband Taehyung who, visibly, seemed much less accustomed to the early morning than you. Bound on your back by the angled pillows and the growing bump you carried, you instead rolled your head over to face him. Cheeks puffy from a good night’s rest, Taehyung scrubbed the sleepy residue from his squinting eyes.
“Morning sleepyhead...” you groaned, harnessing his attention. His hearty pout widened into a toothy smile at the sight of you. Since you were unable to, Tae curled onto his side and reached a hand out to your bump. Smoothing down the crinkled fabric of your cami, he took a few moments to greet his unborn baby before registering you were there also. With his thumb, he stroked the curve where the most kicking activity seemed to be. Sure enough, the direct caressing alerted your baby it was morning time.
Following her first few kicks of the day, Taehyung returned his extended smile back to your face, “She’s getting stronger every week, you know.”
“Oh I know.” Out of all your children, this one definitely packed the strongest punch. Despite your bump being designed to protect her, her main goal was seemingly to escape, “One day she might just kick a whole right through.”
Taehyung chuckled at your prediction, adoring your sly smile that accompanied it. He took a small breath, evaluating which gentle statements were acceptable for so early in the morning, “At least we’d get to meet her a lot sooner.”
For an unborn child, she sure was already loved; beyond adored. Not a single baby of his wasn’t. All of the children you shared seemed to latch onto him differently to you. Being outnumbered by 3 kids to one adult, one might have thought Taehyung would struggle to divide his attention equally between them. Yet somehow, he always managed to make each one release their giggles. With a fourth on the way, it was beginning to look like you’d have to join in on some of their playtimes. Of course, there’d be no need to ask you twice.
“It’s not even two months to wait now! She’ll be here before we know it, Tae.” He chuckled at your sudden burst of enthusiasm. Usually such expression was reserved for later in the day yet for some reason, you couldn’t quite hold back.
Before any more reminders could be dished to one another, the still silence of your bedroom was ripples by a tuning bark. Taehyung turned back to look over the edge of the bed in disapproval of the columbus introduction, “Are you wanting to come up, Tannie? You feeling left out?”
A slight tilt of the head confirmed his suspicions. Without missing a beat, Taehyung offered his hand as a step up onto the mattress and soon enough, you were greeted with a daily lick to the cheek. Ruffling his flattened fur, you soon had Yeontan looking more like the majestic puppy he really was. The couple of you watched attentively as Yeontan approached the bump protruding from the mattress. Having a pet that reacted so gently to the welcoming of your children was more than a relief to you both, but neither of you ever failed to completely melt at the change of character he expressed when interacting with the smaller humans.
Seemingly uninterested in his surroundings, Yeontan stalker back up to the head of the mattress and snuggled between a small gap in the pillows (a spot generally reserved exclusively for him), “Still tired Tannie? I feel you.” Taehyung groaned groggily, making the final adjustments to waking up.
“Lazy day?” You asked. Taehyung opened one eye and furrowed the opposite eyebrow. It couldn’t have been more obvious that that was the plan anyway, “Lazy day it is!”
A few more blinks to really adjust to the light and you were ready to sit up a bit, “Can you just help me a second?” Before you could finish, Taehyung was already propped up on the bed, ready to roll onto his knees should the extra support be needed. Basic actions such as sitting up and climbing the stairs were becoming increasingly difficult with every passing day. Assuming that all the changes would be second nature by the fourth pregnancy was a regrettable mistake.
Huffing slightly as you scooted back into the pillow chair you’d recrafted for yourself, comfort was now yours, “Everything good?” Tae assured before realigning himself to match your new height.
Snapping the attention away from each other, the plain panel door to your shared bedroom sweeped open, revealing your second born, Jaehee, sucking his thumb, “What’s wrong little man?” Taehyung asked, leaning forward in order to comfort him, “You never suck your thumb.”
You pouted as Jaehee looked to you for assurance; something wasn’t right. Taehyung was observant. Thumb-sucking was a habit none of your children had really developed. However, it had its benefits at times; it was the perfect indicator of their mood, which was clear to both of you mattered more than most things, “You’re okay in here.”
Soft easings was how to approach your son. Nervous habits had become daily procedures with him and he rarely reacted well to direct approaches before. Taehyung patted the creased duvet, formally inviting Jaehee into your bedroom. Without any hesitation, he shuffled across the ivory carpets towards the foot of the bed. For the sake of your children, you’d previously purchased a small stepping stool for them to be able to climb in with you.
“Come here bub,” Taehyung cooed, wavering his hands to direct him over. Wobbling, Jaehee clambered over your outstretched legs and rushed into his dad’s arms where he collapsed into a cuddle, “wanna tell us what’s going on?”
“I missed you.” He muffled, head buried in Tae’s chest. Your heart could’ve melted right there and them. From the day you became parents, it had been your only goal to raise them with love and affection; seeing that your children had inherited the same love you showered them with was nothing short of a relief.
“We missed you too bud!” You replied, reaching out to tickle his side. His rowdy giggles curled him further into Tae’s chest, earning a bonus hair ruffle.
Just as the ripples of laughter began to settle down, the bedroom door edged open, instigated by a tiny hand, to reveal your two girls holding hands. Minju, the firstborn, clutched onto Somin, the most recent addition to the household. As the oldest child, it wasn’t uncommon for Minju to guide her siblings to where they needed to be. Perhaps the echoing giggles of their brother had guided them towards the main bedroom.
Suddenly, Somin yanked her hand from the grip of her sister and began to waddle towards the bed, “Tannie!”
Increasing in her speed, you couldn’t help but become worried. She still wasn’t the most stable on her two legs, and the last thing you needed was to search for the first aid box you’d slipped away somewhere, “Careful darling...” You warned, already holding out the arm to support her for when she climbed onto the bed.
Following behind, Minju shuffled across the carpet, clearly still not accustomed to the morning light. As Somin fussed over Yeontan, who remained curled between the pillows, Taehyung looked over to Minju, who was unusually quiet, “Everything okay?”
Minju nodded slowly, “Just sleepy!” Thankfully, the cheer in her high-pitched voice hadn’t dimmed overnight, “Mummy...”
“Yes~?” You smiles as she too clambered up the stepping stool at the foot of the bed. She crawled up the side of your legs and crouched at your hips. Her wavy baby hairs plastered against her cheeks; the best sign of a good night’s sleep.
“Is baby sister awake yet?” Minju asked innocently, gently holding her cheek against the curve of your bump. She was, by far, the most excited of your children, particularly after learning she’d have another sister. Being the most capable of understanding what was happening meant Minju frequently offered to help where you were less able. Taehyung had taught her to help make beds and organise shoes on the rack, and strangely enough she rather enjoyed it.
Flashing a quick smile to Taehyung, who watched his eldest daughter with softened eyes, “Well, if you feel around here,” you began, leading her hand slightly upwards, “she might give you a small kick to say hello!”
Along with Taehyung, you chuckled as her eyes illuminated. In all fairness, you too became just as excited whenever your precious cargo decided to say good morning.
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peachyteabuck · 4 years ago
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good behavior
summary: bucky has very strict rules for his little, doll. not only does this involve a rigid structure of punishments, but also an occasional, decadent reward. 
takes place in the same universe as old school (make me drool) but it is not required reading to understand this fic. 
pairing: bucky barnes x little!ofc
words: 2058
trigger warnings: heavy ddlg, heavy d/s dynamics
notes: this was done for @nsfwsebbie‘s birthday! she’s kind enough to write birthday fics for all us mutuals (including me!) and deserves something in return. i hope your next trip around the sun is even more excellent than the last! 
ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi
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Doll has a pretty pink paci in her mouth, a matching pink dress adorning her body with her hair folded into perfect milkmaid braids with bows the same pink as the rest of her outfit holding them in place. Normally she’s not as dressed up – Daddy prefers her in a simple onesie with her hair in two little buns high up on your head – but today is Bunny’s birthday party, and Auntie Nat had told all of her friends (including Daddy) that she would be taking pictures of all of them to immortalize the event, and she expected all of the littles to be dressed appropriately.
So Doll, clad in clothes she’s not used to, sits in the playroom with the other littles as they laugh and play away all the cake and ice cream and juice their caregivers had allowed them to consume throughout the long day.
Auntie Nat’s house is huge – what her and Bunny called a “playroom” acting as a giant space where the caregivers could watch their littles play with all of Bunny’s toys – an already impressive pile of stuffies and puzzles and whatever else she’d wanted only added to by the presents the other caregivers had bought her to celebrate her special day.
Doll’s Daddy’s house is about the same size, but there the playroom is a much smaller space where Doll is allowed to be alone, a single rocking chair there for when her Daddy needs to keep watch or wants to read her a story.
Auntie Nat also had a large pool they all had swam in (though Doll preferred to stay at her Daddy’s side, napping in the sun), and patio big enough for several large tables where they all ate and watched Bunny open her presents.
Now, though, everyone was inside, the littles playing on the ground while their Daddies and Mommies sat chatting on the large sofa in the playroom, one that was so large it fit against two walls instead of just one.
As the air cooled outside while the sun began to sink out of sight, Doll’s tummy begins to turn inside her as the loudness of the other littles ceases to wane.
She crawls over to where her Daddy is on the center of the couch, pulling on one of his pantlegs lightly to get his attention.
It works, the much larger man stopping mid-sentence to look down at her – his metal arm holding a half-drunk liquid only the adults are allowed to drink while the other rests at the back of the couch.
“You wanna go home, Doll?” he asks, voice soft and low.
Her Daddy pulls the paci from her mouth with his flesh hand, allowing her to speak. Doll nods, picking at the soft lace trim of her party dress. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Her Daddy gives her a small smile, leaning down so he can pet her head (carefully, though, as to not mess up her hair) and give her forehead a small kiss. “Yeah, I know you wanna go home. Give me a few more minutes with Daddy’s friends and we can go, alright?”
She pulls her lips into a small, tight frown but doesn’t protest – something Daddy notices immediately.
“Do you want to stay here at my feet until we go, Doll?” he asks. He knows what he’s asking her is true – she’s always been awkward in social situations, never as outgoing as Princess or Peter. Even Bunny, though quiet, was able to be around the other littles for longer than Doll is (to be fair, it is Bunny’s birthday party, and her small body has consumed a simply incredibly amount of sugar throughout her special day – but still, Doll is nearly always the first to request to be brought home).
Doll chews on her bottom lip before replying. “Yes, Daddy.”
“She’s a sweet little thing, Bucky” she hears Uncle Stevie saying above her. “Trained her quite well.”
The others on the couch laugh, thinking of all the times the man’s Princess had pulled such bratty behavior she had to be spanked or reprimanded in one way or another in front of the other littles.
Despite the loaded compliment, Doll’s Daddy smiles down at her as she sits between his legs – protecting herself from the rest of the room. “Yeah, she’s my special little angel.”
He wraps the conversation up with ease, thanking Auntie Nat and giving Bunny one more “happy birthday” before carrying Doll to the car and strapping her into the car seat.
Unlike the rest of the caregivers, her Daddy plays no music as he drives home, knowing Doll prefers the silence after a long day of thunderous roar of all the littles together.
The pair arrive home without incident, with Daddy carrying Doll inside and allowing her time alone in her playroom to cool down from the experiences of the day. Her paci and shoes were removed with ease, her Daddy taking them away as he walked out of the room to wherever it is he felt he needed to be.
Her Daddy returns a few minutes later, leaning down with both arms behind his back.
“You were such a good girl,” Daddy tells her, now sitting cross legged across from her on the floor.
It’s rare for her to see her Daddy in such a context – though she doesn’t remember much of it, when she first arrived she was quite firey and refused to be broken. It took all of her Daddy’s might (and much advice from the other caregivers, along with time with the other littles so he could remember why he so badly wanted one of his own) not to give up.
And, of course, it was worth it. All of the nights in the basement and strict enforcement of his many rules molded Doll into the beautiful, fragile apple of his eye that she is today.
Doll says nothing, watching her Daddy with wide eyes as he – for the first time in recent memory – lowers himself to her level.
He clears his throat before speaking, his arms still behind his back. “I know it’s been a rough day for you, and I’m very proud of you, not just because you were so good for so long, but that you told me when you wanted to go home so politely…”
He coughs once more, trying to clear the awkwardness in his own voice. It’s certainly hard for him to be, in a sense, vulnerable; much easier to bring down his hand when Doll needs reminding of the rules than offering her something for remembering. Still, he does his best, and Doll’s wide wondering eyes urge him to continue.
“So I bought this for you,” he says, bringing his arms from behind his back to reveal a soft, plush arctic baby seal with an embroidered eyes, nose, and mouth (Doll doesn’t like the hardened facial features – always telling her Daddy they make the friends harder to cuddle). Its “fur” is a light, hazy blue – nearly white unless one has the sharp eye Doll does. Upon seeing the heinously cute creature, Doll gives a sharp inhale of excitement, whole body tensing as her eyeline locks on the present in her Daddy’s hands.
“I picked this up for you,” he says as he gives it to her, giving Doll a nod, permission to grab at the gift. “When we went to the aquarium with Natasha and Bunny. I saw you eyeing it when we passed the gift shop. Thought you’d like it.”
Even though she wasn’t asked a question, and therefore is not allowed to respond, Doll’s wide smile and how she’s got the stuffie in a tight hug tell her Daddy all he needs to know.
He watches her for a moment, enjoying her sheer delight while she babbles nonsensically while holding the animal’s soft face close to hers. Occasionally she leaves a small kiss somewhere, nimble fingers exploring the two-toned fur.
Eventually he becomes bored just watching her, though, so her Daddy moves closer to her, hand on her bare knee as she continues to play.
“I’ve got another reward for you, Doll,” he whispers in her ear, heat swirling in his stomach as he notices her body reacting to his. “Do you want to know what it is?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Doll squeaks out, gnawing on her bottom lip as she watches him loom closer to her.
“I’ll give it to you, Doll,” he says – voice low in his chest. “As long as you keep holding on to your new stuffie. You got that?”
She nods, voice barely above a murmur as her Daddy pushes her onto the carpeted ground. “Yes Daddy!”
He smiles as he pushes her frilly dress to her stomach, adjusting her legs so that her socked feet are planted on his thigh as he undoes the button on his slacks. “Good girl,” he tells her as one hand moves down to her center (Bunny’s birthday party is a special enough event to necessitate big girl panties). He rubs her, reveling in her small, breathy moans as his cock becomes harder against his dress shirt. “Now I need you to be quiet for me, so I’m gonna give you that nice paci you like.”
Doll’s always accepting of her Daddy’s stipulations for their play time together, welcoming the expensive paci he gifted her for her last birthday into her mouth when he pulls it from his back pocket.
He coos more praise towards her as he pushes a finger into her, feeling how wet, how desperate she is for him.
“You ready for me, Doll?” he asks, swallowing the spit that gathers on his tongue as he watches Doll with a sniper’s eye. She nods, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the stuffie’s fur. He smiles ear to ear as she does so. “Good.”
The anticipation burns at his skin as he aligns himself with her dripping core, easily bottoming out before giving her a few seconds to adjust to his impressive cock.
That’s all Doll gets, though, before her Daddy takes what he wants from – fucking into her pussy as she grips the stuffie with all her might, her loud moans muffled by the paci’s large, pink guard with Daddy’s Little Doll spelled out with circle, black-and-white lettered beads.
“That feel good, Doll?” he coos, arms bracketing her under his much large form. “You like it when Daddy makes you feel good?”
Doll’s eyes roll to the back of her head, jaw struggling to stay closed as she loses herself to the pleasure.
Her Daddy just laughs. “Oh, of course you do. Your Daddy’s little Doll, and Daddy always takes care of her toys.”
One of his hands moves down to the ever most sensitive part of her, his callous flesh thumb making tight circles as her pussy tightens around his cock.
It’s a delicious feeling, one that makes her Daddy moan deep in his chest. “Fuck, do it,” he tells her, rubbing her even faster. “C’mon, make Daddy proud.”
Just as Doll always does, she follows her Daddy’s instructions; obeys his word to the letter, and reaches her peak while her Daddy chases his.
His groans can barely be heard over her high-pitched whines now, caught in her throat but filling the room nonetheless, tears threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes and whole body tense as her Daddy continues to fuck in and out of her.
It doesn’t take long before he knows – before he pulls out to come on her soft stomach, narrowly avoiding the expensive faux fur as he paints her skin with streaks of thick white.
“Fuck-“ he hisses, jaw going slack with his whole body being held in the hair only by his hands planted flat on the ground on either side of Doll’s head. “Fuck you’re my best little girl.”
She looks up at him with eyes hopeful but tired, ready to fall asleep right then and there as she pants through her nose.
“Yes,” her Daddy assures her, picking her up to bring her into the bathroom so he can clean her up. “Yes, you always are and always will be my perfect little Doll.”
With that she falls sleep in his arms, allowing him to manipulate her into the bath as he washes away everything the day had brought upon her.
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wolfcha1k · 4 years ago
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An analysis on Guy, Eep and Grug NOBODY asked for in Croods - A New Age but tough shit
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So its theory time :U Since this trailer seems to finally go into Guy’s perspective over things happening in the story. It seems like though Guy has been accepted into the Croods family, its not peaches and cream as one would think. Guy is used to having personal space, basically being able to have peace and quiet. Now after a lifetime of solitude [srsly, how long has he been alone??], this is a big adjustment for him. I don’t doubt he doesn’t care and love the Croods like family because they are his family now, he gave up a lot for them and Eep. There’s something of a culture difference between the family and him, with the Croods being used to being jam packed together and Guy who is more used to personal space.
Look how excited he gets over having his own space once they get to the Betterman Farm!
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This also translates into his relationship with Eep. If you notice in a lot of the teasers so far, they’re never alone together. Grug is usually looming in the background or the family is there, they’re even using Chunky of all things to try getting away from them.
[also judging by the weave work here on the wood she’s probably in one of the spare rooms at the farm and the fact the clip launched with ‘World’s First Crush’, it might be safe to say even Eep starts to enjoy having privacy since this means you know, more Guy time but I’ll get more into Eep and what I think their ‘conflict’ will be later!] 
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but ofc Grug is still there getting in their way, and if you’re a teenage boy in love with a girl, it bites hard that you can’t just enjoy one on one time alone with her. They keep getting interrupted whether it be by animals, the family, Grug or nature itself; that would cause tension for anyone’s relationship. Guy even needs to explain to Eep what privacy is and knowing how she lived, ofc this is a real weird and exciting concept for someone so used to having other people breathing down her neck.  
This translates into his relationship with Grug because I personally feel this has nothing to do with Eep herself and Guy doesn’t hold that against her. Grug is mentioned in interviews that he’s “not ready to accept Eep is all grown up and has her relationship with Guy” and that “she’s ready to leave the pack”, as Grug calls it. 
They survived the end of the world, but dynamics change, and I love continuing with where do Eep (Emma Stone’s character) and Guy (Ryan Reynolds) leave off (with their romantic relationship) and how does Grug (Nicolas Cage) accept the change that his daughter is now grown up? So we definitely further those themes of a father not wanting his daughter to leave “the pack” – as they call it – but she’s ready, and her relationship with Guy starts off where it ended in the first film.
Guy even causes what seems will be quite a fight when he tells Grug to chill out after Grug mentions “the pack is stronger together”. 
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Grug probably wouldn’t be having this kind of fear if there was nothing to fear. It might be safe to say Guy and Eep are planning to leave the nest to be on their own. They’re both young adults and in love, its a natural step in a relationship to want to fly the coop. This snippet here really gives me those “engagement/promise ring” vibes with how Guy is holding the rock drawing and Eep is reacting. 
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Just what did he say before this? They’re also huddling away and discussing privacy, perhaps it was the lead up into “Hey Eep, let’s move out”, or whatever the caveman version of it is.
and Grug is watching them very worriedly. 
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There is something up going on with them now, and though Grug has accepted Guy and Eep, this isn’t a step he’s ready for as a father [and honestly probably after surviving The End/repaired his relationship with Eep, didn’t think would be coming this soon]
This segment in the interview really heavily implies these sort of things too:
The world is always changing, and families also change. As a father, Grug’s maybe not ready for the next step of his daughter leaving home. And with Eep and Guy I thought, “This is a great opportunity to now hand it off to them.” In the first movie it’s like puppy love between Eep and Guy. They meet each other, and they’re in love. But they’re the only two teenagers in the world, so of course they love each other. This story answers the question of why they actually belong to each other. Through the course of this story, we challenge what their relationship means, and why they should spend their future together.
You don’t talk about challenging what a relationship means and what their future will be without planning something surrounding that. They are planning and its freaking Grug out.
I also think in Grug’s own way he doesn’t want to see Guy go either, since it must say a lot about how different the dynamic of Guy and Grug’s relationship as a son and father figue have shifted if Guy feels he can tell Grug to calm down and also flirt/court Eep with protective daddy vision on him all hours of the day. When the Betterman’s show up, I am convinced Grug is going to get defensive over Guy bc he’s now as good as his son.
There’s also these little moments which seem pretty small but:
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[as sour as Guy looks here, it probably means a lot for Grug to actually let Guy be in their sleep pile]
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[also look how pure and excited Guy is to share about the shower with Eep and Grug]
I feel Grug does care for Guy but being how Grug is has unintentionally made Guy feel like an outsider in the Croods clan.
Now, back to the Bettermans and Guy. The lifestyle they live is clean, modernized and has routine, things Guy is probably craving with an inventive mind such as his. He’s just in heaven rn. These people are more like him than the Croods are, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. The Croods are still important to him but it probably feels invigorating to meet likeminded people.
You can already tell in the trailers Guy is going to form a bond with them. Part of me doubts they’re actually related to Guy like as parents and a sister but I won’t rule out the possibility, considering how invested Phil seems to be with Guy in a lot of the teasers and trailers. Perhaps they’re extended family or old family friends who knew Guy’s, we won’t know yet.
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This bond I feel will be the prime focus of the film and conflict as well. [and no, not in the love triangle way concerning Dawn, there’s already an interview disproving that!]
“It seems from the trailer that Kelly Marie Tran’s Dawn and Emma Stone’s Eep hit it off immediately…” There’s definitely a lane that is driven a lot in romantic comedy type things where the new girl is the cause of jealousy. With Eep and Guy, when this other girl comes into the picture it would have been easy to go, “Oh, she could be the romantic rival.” We made the purposeful decision to not go down that lane.
However I do think his friendship with Dawn will be something as a compare/contrast with how Eep treats her. Both are doing what they feel is better and right for the sheltered girl, with Eep wanting to take Dawn outside the wall and Guy getting upset when he finds out Eep took her out.
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He’s obviously going to catch them and lecture Eep about this. Now, how does Eep feel about Guy’s shift?
At first, I really think she supports him on connecting with the Bettermans and all the stuff he wants to do. Guy is quirky, he’s inventive, and likes to push the mold in what he can change to make life easier on himself and the people he loves. This place is his Utopia and considering the exchange she has with Grug over “a little change isn’t the end of the world”, she probably is willing to give the farm a chance because she knows Guy has been feeling lost and probably the butt of the joke lately [least where Grug is involved]
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We also know Eep loves to try new things, she just in general loves new. Its what attracted her to Guy and even after it all, still loves Guy. 
However, this is what I believe is going to be the start of the conflict between Eep and Guy too. Guy starts to change too much and Guy being Guy probably doesn’t realize it. She starts seeing the farm as another cave, another place to hide and seeing Guy thriving here probably makes her feel worried about what this means for them as a couple. That wall like Eep said is Dawn’s cave, and Guy probably doesn’t think of it that way after a lifetime of danger and being on the run from The End. Also the private bedroom probably helps
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Anyway, what was I saying?
also something I noticed was when they first arraive in the elevator you got Guy looking at Eep to see her reaction to this place. He’s obviously hoping she’s finding the Bettermans has amazing as he is.
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and just look how happy he looks seeing Eep isn’t going to freak out at Dawn I guess??? lol 
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Just “these two worlds are melding nicely”
However something I think is going to happen as the premises of the movie is both families settling their différences aside/celebrating them, is that somewhere along the line as Eep and Guy get closer to Dawn, there’s going to be a shift. The Bettermans perhaps act uppity with the Croods since they are cavemen and deemed less intelligent, so you got Guy stuck in the middle with his two found families trying to co-exist [also Eep too, bc her friendship with Dawn is obviously a major plot thread of the film]
Eep takes Dawn out for a joyride and the two bring in danger that followed them there.
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“What’s on the other side of the wall?”
also totally predicting some kind of reveal that makes Guy have a temporary fall out with Phil, I don’t know why but its just a vibe I’m getting. Phil looks scared and Guy looks pretty pissed off while asking about the wall. That or he says something about the Croods themselves he feels is too far, I mean, Guy looks rather uncomfortable here as Phil says “We’re an evolved people” pretty smugly. 
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“Phil those are my future in-laws, stop”
He’s also seated on their side of the table, keep note of that with the Croods on the other. There’s going to be a sense torn between both worlds going on for Guy in this film, at least I think so. And its going to challenge him and how he cares for Eep and the Croods. 
Leading into Eep and the Croods.
The big bad shows up, wrecks some shit and abducts everyone, at least it seems like it here.
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“The only way to survive is if the pack stays together”, this whole adventure reminds Guy of his place in the Croods family and gives Eep and Grug a better understanding of what Guy is feeling/going through.
People loved The Croods, and they’d been trying to make another one… but it’s a high bar. I can say this because I didn’t work on [the first film], it’s a beautiful movie. It’s funny, and it’s about family. I was like, “I want to see the continuation of where we left off with these characters.” Especially with the father/daughter aspect of the first one, and going, “Now that Grug has accepted Guy into his pack, and has this great relationship with his daughter, where do they go from there?”
Something tells me Guy and Eep have their big blow up somewhere around Rafikzilla shows up, and after getting separated, Guy has a heart to heart with Grug about Eep and just their strained relationship in general. They patch things up, and together with Phil go forth to kick some monkey ass. And they reunite and things are okay again. Blah, blah, blah. Wow this got weak near the end, um but this interview sums it up pretty good for me tho.
“Was it always the idea to introduce a second family?” Yeah, that was there in my first pitch. You have the Croods come across another family, the Bettermans, who are a more evolved family, and these two families couldn’t be more different. The Croods lead with their heart, and the Bettermans lead with their brain. Of course, there’s conflict, they face challenges, but they learn to appreciate each other’s differences – not just to live with each other’s differences but to almost celebrate them. There’s a lot going on. There’s a lot of characters in this one. There’s a lot of wonderful, powerful themes. But it’s a ridiculous comedy too.
Basically, Guy is having a midlife crisis at the age of 19 and gets his shit together, Eep gets a better understanding of her boyfriend, and Grug finally backs tf off so we can get Croods 3 where Eep and Guy have a kid :U also I’ve been calling A New Age the “Shrek 2″ of the Croods in terms of how the story seems to be shaping up with Guy, Eep and the two families, I’m hoping I’m right because that would be some delicious development to see.
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poisonousforyoureyes · 6 years ago
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Thoughts on the age gap between Shigure and Akito? Is it problematic? What do you think of the fandom's opinion that he's a predator, do you think Akito's age had something to do with him being attracted to her/ Exactly how much older than her is he cause I felt that was never exactly clear. What about the two other age gap ships in the series, Arisa/Kureno and Tohru's parents? Is Natsuki Takaya problematic for featuring so many age gap couples in the manga or does she handle it tastefully?
Oh man, that’s a tough one and this is going to be a long answer
Honestly, I think the way these relationships are presented in canon shows that Takaya doesn’t have the same hang-ups about age gap couples than we western audiences have. I don’t know enough about japanese culture to say this with absolute certitude, but it’s entirely possible that those differences in views may be cultural. Take Kyoko and Katsuya, for example: in real life, such a relationship could easily be horrifying. Kyoko is fourteen or fifteen years old when she meets Katsuya (she’s in her last year of middle school), she’s a very troubled teen (to put it mildly), Katsuya is 22 years old, he’s a teacher at her school, she gets kicked out of her parents’ house and ends up pregnant very quickly into their marriage… we’re talking about a teen with important issues ending up with a man who has an emotional influence over her with little to no way of getting out of the relationship should things ever go wrong between them… yikes. Yet their relationship turns to be nothing short of fulfilling for the both of them and the Honda home is a very harmonious one. And Kyoko, apart from that period of (totally understandable) depression after her husband’s death, grows into an independent and well-adjusted woman, comfortable with her choices and able to help others the same way Katsuya helped her when she was at her most vulnerable.
I’m especially sensitive to these matters because as a teacher, I get to interact with teenagers ten years younger than I am on a daily basis and the thought of getting in a romantic relationship with any of them is… disturbing, to say the least. They are nowhere near the level of maturity it takes to be on equal footing with an adult. I like them, they are bright and lively, they make me laugh a lot, but there are oceans between us in terms of life experience. And that’s normal! That’s life! 
Yet I was never disturbed by Takaya’s way of portraying these relationships. Maybe because she makes it so believable that they should be fully consensual, that both parties are very much aware of what they’re getting into? Anyway, the thought of a 15-years-old marrying a 22-years-old (especially one going through the issues Kyoko was facing) would have me very concerned in real life, but I can get into it in the context of the story. 
Now, about Akito and Shigure’s relationship in particular… For starters, let’s establish exactly how far apart they are in age. Shigure is said to be 27 years old at the beginning of the manga (Tohru says so in volume 5 after Kisa refers to Hatori as “uncle Hatori” in front of her). We’re not told how old Akito is exactly but she’s said to be in her early twenties. Meaning there’s a 7-8 years gap between them. As adults, it’s not that bad, but they have known each other since Akito was a baby and it’s implied they started having sex when she was still a teenager: we know they were already sexually involved when Akito slept with Kureno, leading to the whole Ren fiasco and Shigure being thrown out of the main house. When the story begins, we don’t know how long it’s been since he started living alone, but we can assume it’s been a year at the very least. So there’s a strong chance Shigure and Akito may have started having sex when she was, what, 17, 18 years old? Even younger? While Shigure himself was 24 years old or so. Once again… yikes. I totally understand how people could find that aspect of their romance off-putting.
However, I’m going to have to disprove the notion that Shigure is a predator. I don’t think he is and I don’t think Takaya meant to portray him as one. I once read a post saying that he likely manipulated Akito into sex which I don’t think is true. Personal headcanon of mine is that it was Akito who went to him when she started to feel sexual desire for him, based on his line in chapter 101 when she kisses him as he’s about to leave and he tells her even though she denies being a woman, she’s always quick to use her femininity to her advantage. That makes me think she’s the one who did the seducing the first time they had sex, even though ofc Shigure must have been more than willing. He could have turned her down, of course, and some could point out (rightfully) that it was his responsibility to do so given that she was younger than him and clearly unstable. Still, I believe that decision was born out of mutual desire and love on both sides. I think Akito’s desire for Shigure grew naturally and not as the result of some machination on his part. There are many twisted aspects to their relationship, but to me it’s made clear throughout the series that they’re sincerely attracted to each other, that their sleeping together is not done purely out of spite, anger or other unhealthy reasons (even if those are real issues between them). They have sex because they love each other, simple as that (and they have a lot of sex in the series lmao, even if most of the time it’s not shown outright because their relationship was meant to be kept secret from the reader until volume 17).
Of course everyone is entitled to their opinion but I think a relationship as complex as this one has to be handled with some nuance. Portraying Shigure as this mustache-twirling villain and Akito as his helpless victim is not a very interesting outlook in my view, though with Shigure being the manipulative asshole he is, I understand how people might be wary towards him. But he’s not the one calling all the shots in the relationship, nor does he have the upper hand all the time. It’s Akito who decides to kick him out of the main estate ; it’s also her who asks him to come back, which he does. She also knows how to hurt him and get under his skin, as seen in the scenes where she clings to Hatori or Kureno in front of him because she knows that it will piss him off. Is it still unhealthy as fuck? Certainly. But it’s not one-sided, is what I’m saying.
I’ve often seen their relationship compared to Jacob and Renesmee’s in Twilight, the idea being that Shigure “imprinted” on Akito the same way Jacob did on Renesmee. While I understand where these people are coming from, I think it’s worth pointing out that Shigure was still a child himself when he had The Dream™, which makes it way less creepy than if he’d been in his late teens, as Jacob was in Twilight. Still, the fact remains that he went through puberty and had his sexual awakening years before Akito did, while remaining at her side all along. Once again, I won’t try to defend that aspect of their romance. It works for me (as in, I can find it believable that Akito fell for him on her own free will) but I understand how people would not be as easily convinced.
Anyway, to conclude this long-ass reply, one crucial moment at the end is Shigure realizing that all this time he could have been easier on Akito and letting her make the choice of taking up their relationship again. When they make up in volume 23, he outright tells her that he slept with Ren because he’s a shitty person who reacted to getting hurt in the most petty way possible… which isn’t something a predator would say imo. A predator doesn’t admit to being a terrible person unless they’re trying manipulate their victim into feeling sorry for them, which is not what Shigure was trying to do. Ultimately the choice to pick up the pieces of their relationship and move forwards is hers. And when she does decide to go back to him, she finds him waiting in the exact same place he declared his love to her when they were younger. Which works as a symbol of their journey toward one another: all this time, he’s the one who’s been waiting for her to come to him on her own terms, liberated from the weight of the curse and the pressure of being “God”. 
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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago
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hmm, what would be their reaction the first time they were deaged and had a handler they weren't as close to or weren't related to. Like say, on a mission where the de-aged agent was supposed to be adopted, so like Maybe Ford or Stan is made a toddler and an agent they don't know as well is their handler, to strengthen the idea that they'd only adopted them very recently? How would they react to that, how would it affect their feelings on the mission and everything/
well, they would try their best to be professional, and interact with the other agent in the same way that they would if they were their normal age.  ofc, if one of the Stans is de-aged to be a toddler, they don’t have much success with maintaining a professional relationship for the mission.  there’s too much of a power imbalance, even with knowing “hey this toddler is actually an adult”.  and if the agent handling one of the Stans is a fan of smol children, that’s another issue that gets run into.  difficult to treat this cute toddler as an adult if you have a tendency to gush over cute toddlers.
the Stan that gets de-aged would def be disappointed by not being handled by a close friend/family member, and worried that the mission will a) be more difficult and b) be embarrassing.  the adjustment period, where the agent(s) and handler(s) settle into the cover and routine, is longer than usual.  in general, the mission feels more awkward and difficult, esp at first.
the agent who acts as the handler for Stan or Ford is either Carla or Marley.  people they at least are vaguely familiar with.  it would be cruel to be like “hey you’re a toddler now and here’s the person watching you, a complete stranger!  now, go be a spy and you can’t contact your friends or family.”
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rorykillmore · 7 years ago
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okay do you have any thoughts on like... how sara would have reacted if e-1 laurel had showed up instead of e-2
well i would cry an equal amount, for one,
honestly like, i mean the nature of fakeoutplot kind of necessitated that sara not push Too much lest she actually start to get suspicious, but it made sense icly because sara kind of... felt the distance of e-2 laurel being e-2 laurel but interpreted it as “well laurel needs some space so i won’t hover too much”
that wouldn’t be there with e-1 laurel, at least not in the same way. sara’s not usually the cling-y type but she would probably cling a little bit, and let laurel cling a little bit. like, she’d let laurel stay on the waverider while she got over the initial shock of things ofc, but after that if laurel wanted to leave but didn’t want to be alone.... honestly sara would probably go with her. which is like, saying a lot, because sara clearly barely knows how to live normally at this point, but she’d do it for laurel before she asked laurel to adjust to living on the waverider to stay with her. a lot of stuff like that would just be colored by like, sara’s guilt over leaving laurel (whether intentionally or unintentionally) several times over before, and she certainly wouldn’t want to make laurel go live alone after laurel had just DIED.
i’m sure after a little while of that laurel would be like “you’re clearly not really happy here, you should go back” and it’d be sweet to give them an arc of like... letting them have each other in their lives while still pursuing the things they’re both really passionate about. but also, them living as regular roommates for a couple of weeks is just a cute idea and they deserve to spend some time together
i’d also be so here for like... laurel getting a better sense for who sara is on lot, but also just like, having the opportunity to have a consistently supportive familial relationship and hopefully having the space to work through some of her own issues. like i think sara is... aware that laurel struggles with some pretty deep abandonment issues, and also some self-loathing, but they just never spent enough time together in canon as adults for her to really grasp how much that was affecting laurel. but you know she’d be the first person to hop on board with helping her work through it if they had the space and time to
(arguably sara isn’t the best person to ask for advice about self-loathing, but she also loves laurel like crazy while still finding her absolutely infuriating on occasion, so at least that puts her on better ground than oliver ‘laurel lance never made a mistake in her life’ queen)
anyways. yeah i think sara would be... well, inevitably terrified of losing laurel again, maybe kind of overshadowed by some old guilt, but like. more than determined to have a consistent relationship with her and work through things they never got a chance to
it’d be interesting to see how that affected some other plot stuff too, like... you’ve mentioned laurel would have some serious Problems with the mld and cause ripples there even as she was working for them. sara is already kind of building towards conflict with the mld because of e-2 laurel, so i think the idea of her kind of... ending up in a similar position, but in a COMPLETELY different context, is interesting. because as friendly as she is with rkorya, laurel having problems with the organization is something she would take seriously. something she would listen to. so it’s just... a totally different but parallel development, i guess
idk overall though it’d be sad but also gratifying because fuck if CANON >___> ever gave them this kind of focus, and also denny would just have to brace itself to deal with the lance sisters as a unit. the version of them we have is already going to be Trouble enough,
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sharknadoslutt · 7 years ago
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In The Name of Science - Part 1
Prompt: Dr. Dellum Asajoh is practicing medicine on Coruscant while she studies to unlock the secrets behind controlling the aging process. The planet is now crawling with the very product of accelerated aging, Clone Troopers. Having become obsessed with understanding their biology Dell comes up with a master plan. What better way to get their DNA for her studies than to seduce one of the unsuspecting troopers herself? 
Pairing: Captain Rex X OFC
Warnings: Mild sexual content, mentions of alcohol, and other adult themes.
Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4
A/N: I’m sorry if the first chapter is a bit boring but it’s very much so a set-up chapter. Chapter two and three are straight up smut stories so that’ll be fun! Let me know if you want me to tag you in future chapters :)
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The hustle of the booming city roared around Dellum as she stayed hidden in a side alley, her green eyes observing the unsuspecting pedestrians passing by. With a racing heart she pressed her back against the cold wall, darkness covering her completely. Mere minutes felt like hours as she waited for someone specific. Well, sort of specific anyways…
The woman had a plan that was more or less harmless. She just needed some DNA samples from a clone trooper. Any clone would do. Why? Well in the name of medical science! Science that could potential save hundreds of lives throughout the galaxy. 
Of course a blood sample would be preferable but that really wasn’t a realistic goal. So she’d have to settle with a bit of hair, some skin cells, and a semen sample. Clone troopers may have been produced by advanced science but even a clone was still just a man at heart and Dell was well aware of how men looked at her.
She made sure to dress a little more suggestive than she normally would, even for a party out in the city. Her curves were presented boldly through a tight fitting sleeveless one piece which was stitched with a shimmering silver thread. This shined brilliantly compared to the dark grey hue of the leather suit. Her royal blue cloak was made of a glistening silk and draped over her shoulders. The fabric was held together by a silver metal clasp laying inches above the neck of her suit. This left a generous window of skin and presented her cleavage neatly for all to see.
Most civilians who didn’t have day to day interactions with the military didn’t really know a whole lot about the clone troopers, including what they looked like beneath the armor. There were silly theories among the public that they were actually just a new generation of super battle droids and not really men at all. Considering how they were never really seen in public without their armor, it wasn’t the craziest rumor that rolled through the galaxy. In reality it was just speculation born from ignorance. Dell too had been none the wiser until a few weeks ago.
She was Doctor at the Grand Republic Medical Facility on Coruscant. With it being a military facility frequented by visiting Senators, and the occasional Jedi, Dell had surely witnessed her fair share of interesting sights.  
A few weeks ago a Jedi knight and his clone squadron had been quarantined at their facility after being exposed to deadly disease on a backwater planet during a humanitarian mission. Most Doctors had curiously visited the group when they first arrived, surprised to see a bunch of men... Clone men, instead of droids.
With proper precautions and a hazmat suit, Dell had been the one to treat the team. During medical treatment she had built a fine rapport with the team and had eventually gathered the courage to inquire about how exactly they had came to be. 
The clones didn’t really offer a whole lot of information, Dell assumed it to be confidential, but what they did mention interested her tremendously. Especially how they aged twice as fast as a normal man. 
Despite searching multiple databases and digital libraries she wasn’t able to find any information whatsoever relevant to the clone troopers. So, determined to find out more she had to take matters into her own hands. 
The Troopers under her care had been infected with a deadly virus so their DNA was certainly out of the question. However one of the men had mentioned there was a Cantina that catered to Clones on the East side of the city called 79′s.
After that learning that, Dell knew what she had to do, and that’s what brought her here this very night. She stood in a side alley just a few blocks away from the Cantina and waited for an unsuspecting trooper to pass by. There were a few times where they walked in groups.
It felt like hours before a lone clone passed the alley. He wore black combat pants and a long sleeved black shirt. For the most part this is what the clones under her care at the hospital sported, and from what she gathered it’s what they may have worn on their down time. Dell planned to stage a situation where it seemed she hadn’t known the man to be a clone, and from there get him back to her apartment. 
Taking a deep breath Dell stepped forward toward the street before forcing her body to stumble onto the pavement. She whimpered out in pain, actually managing to land in such a way that hurt her a bit. Dell had always had a flare for the dramatic but nothing could top the cry of genuine pain.
“A-Are you alright, miss?!” The man inquired, genuine concern in his voice. 
“Oh I’m just fine!” Looking up at the tall man with glittering green eyes Dell sat up. As she adjusted herself the edges of her cloak pulled past her shoulders to display her bulging cleavage. “I’m sorry about that! These blasted shoes keep making me fall.”
The man was wide eyed and obviously taken aback by the sudden actions that had taken place. Despite this he kindly approached to assist Dell back to her feet. She had expected this much.  
With the clone now before her she had a chance to look him over. Obviously he was identical to the patients under her care back at the Hospital, but still somehow different. He had striking blond hair to set him apart from his clone brothers and Dell couldn’t help but to notice how nice the shade went with his soft brown eyes. There was no denying that these men all had a handsome structure. Tall, strong broad shoulders, and a thick chizzled face. Tonight surely wouldn’t be too bad an experience.
“No need to be sorry..” His chocolate brown eyes avoided her own as he held out a hand, offering to pull her up. He spoke confidently but his flushed cheeks revealed just how nervous he was. “I’m just glad you are okay.”
She gladly took his hand and he pulled her back up to her feet, after which she carefully stumbled forward into his chest.. She did so in such a way that had each of her hands placed over his pecks.
The clone tensed up and chuckled awkwardly, he obviously hadn’t the slightest clue how to react to this situation. Dell let out a small laugh before stepping back, peering up in the blonds eyes.  
“Thank you for the helping hand.” The dark haired woman took a step back, still smiling up at him.
The man stammered for a brief moment, as if at a loss of words. “Just be more careful, Miss. You could have really hurt yourself.” He finally said.
“I dont normally hang out in dark alleys like this, I promise.” Dell chortled, trying to pry some interaction out of him. “I thought I heard a tooka cat trapped in one of the waste bins.” She pointed back down the side alley. “I was right as it turns out… Once I lifted the lid the little guy ran right past me and back down the alley.”
“That was kind of you.” He commented, his voice seemingly more at ease now that Dellum had given him some space. “A lot of people would have just kept walking.”
“You mean most people in Galactic city.” She half laughed. “People on this planet need to learn that a little act of kindness goes a long way. Anyways-” She reached her hand out, ready to shake his. “I’m Dellum by the way, but most people call me Dell.”
Nodding in acknowledgement the man straightened his posture before reciprocating the hand shake. “I’m Rex.” He smiled softly at her, trying to be friendly.
“Rex.” She repeated and gave his hand a playful squeeze before letting it go. “Nice to meet you, Rex. I haven’t really seen you around before-” As she spoke the dark haired girl stepped back on her right foot, executing the next part of her plan. “-are you new in thes-”
As planned the heel of her shoe snapped in half, making her fall back onto her butt. Letting out a small cry in staged surprise she put on a wide eyed expression.
“Careful there!” The clone known as Rex cried out and knelled down on the sidewalk beside her, seemingly very concerned. “You just have an knack for falling, huh?” He chuckled a bit, still avoiding eye contact as he scanned her body to make sure she was fine.
“You’re just in the right place at the right time, I guess.” As she spoke Dell reached over to grab the part of her heel that had broken off. Holding it up she looked at Rex, noting his concerned expression. “I guess this is what the galaxy does to a woman just trying to help the little city animals.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t think of it like that.” He chuckled. “What do they say after all, bad things happen to good people?” 
“That’s a bold assumption for a person you just met in the street.” Dell teased, smirking mischievously. “I could be a spice smuggler for all you know. With a body count higher than you could even trace.”
Rex cleared his throat and tried his best not to show just how nervous he was about all this playful banter. If he didn’t know better he’d say this girl was flirting with him. He was all for military protocol and shooting clankers but interacting with civies was something he had very little experience in, especially beautiful women in such provacative outfits. 
“You’re not... I just have a good sense about people, you seem like a good gal.”
“That’s awful sweet, Rex.” Dell spoke softly as she peered into his eyes.
A quick moment passed where the two strangers crossed eyes and remained in a comfortable silence. There was a strange feeling of quiescence that just felt natural. Rex snapped back into reality rather quickly however and scrambled to help Dellum back to her feet, realizing she was still sitting on the dirty city floor. 
Once she was back to standing, Dell thanked him once more.  Struggling to keep her balance she sighed. With one broken shoe and a large pump on the other, it was hard to stand up straight. She may have done all this to herself but every struggle was genuine. 
“I swear I’m not normally this uncoordinated.” Dell assured him, running her fingers through her wavy dark hair. “You probably think I’m drunk but.. I swear I haven’t even had one sip.” She noticed how his eyes fell to her exposed chest so she placed a hand on her hip, purposely pulling her cloak to the side to expose her curves. “I’ve never been one to wear heels like this. I only just purchased these today and now that I’ve taken a stroll around, well, I might as well have just given my credits straight to the Hutts .. saved myself the hassle.”
Rex actually found himself laughing at her comment, enjoying her humor. “I’m sure I wouldn’t have been any better, things look like a pain in the neck.”
Dell smiled at him and this time it was genuine. The blond seemed very kind and in another life perhaps they could have enjoyed a few rounds together at the bar only to fall into bed together naturally. But in today's reality she had plans to execute and only needed him for one night... 
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me off my ass… twice.” She shrugged. “But I’ll let you get on your way, I need to head back home.” 
Taking a step forward she wobbled but stayed on her feet. She continued to walk down the street, pretending to struggle more than she actually was. “You have a good night, Rex!”
“You sure you’ll be alright?” The clone asked after a second, obviously concerned by her lack of balance.
“Yeah, I dont live to far to go.” She pretended to stumble only to catch herself mid-fall. Her wobbling her arms put on a the illusion of a real balancing act. She took another few steps forward and grew concered when Rex didn’t say anything else. Until he did, that is..
“Well, if you dont live to far, then please allow me to escort you home.” He offered.
Bingo.
“No, you dont have too do that!” She protested, however this is exactly what she had wanted. 
“Oh, but I insist. I’d spend the rest of my night assuming that you fell down face first on the pavement.” He gestured down the street to a shady cantina. “And as I’m sure you know some faces in this city are not as friendly as mine.”
Dellum paused for a moment to give off the idea that she was genuinely still considering refusing his offer. “Well you're quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Rex?” She finally mused, flashing him a brilliant smile only to earn one back in return. 
“No, I-I wouldn’t say that!” He rubbed the back of his head bashfully, chuckling a bit. “Just like you said, a little act of kindness goes a long way, right?”
Amused, Dell nodded and pointed down the street. “My apartment is about a fifteen minute walk past the market. If your truly up for it.”
“Certainly ma’am.” He extended his arm for her to link onto, a way to give her balance during their walk. When she locked her arm with his Rex couldn’t help but to blush a deep shade of red, not used to touching another person in such a situation.
And so the two strangers walked arm in arm through the rough streets of Coruscant, making light conversation that came very naturally. Their pace was slow, due to Dell’s shoe situation, but neither of them minded very much.
Rex was under the impression that Dell was just a normal woman who hadnt known what he really was. It wasn’t abnormal, there were plenty of civies who didn’t recognize a trooper without his armor. It was kind of nice to feel like a regular man for once. A normal man walking a beautiful woman home. No ‘Yes sir’ or exhausting military formalities… just a taste of normalcy, something Rex knew he would never have. It was nice to pretend. 
Dell lived in a building on the higher-end side of town and Rex noticed the prestigious qualities right away. He had to wonder exactly what Dell did as a means to afford this. As they arrived in the lobby of her building she removed her shoes.
“Now that we’re off of the disgusting city streets I can go the rest of the way bare foot.” She held both shoes with her hand as the door to the elevator opened. “Do you want to come upstairs for a drink?” She chimed, a subtle playfulness to her voice. “I have some Corellian brandy that’s just no fun to drink alone.”
Rex felt as if his stomach had fallen out of his body, rolled out into the street, and been trampled by a parade of Wookies. She was inviting him upstairs, to her apartment? To her personal living space? Him? Rex and his clone brothers may not have a lot of experience with intricate social situations like this but he was no fool, he knew what she intended by inviting him up. 
The moment of silence which passed as the man processed what she had asked of him alarmed Dell, giving her a sense of doubt to her master plan. So she took up the sex appeal a notch, desperate to keep things on schedule. 
“I-If not I understand.” She paused for a brief moment, running a hand through her curly chorchol hair so that it wafted down the side of her face. She then reached out and gave Rex’s shoulder a suggestive squeeze. “But I’ve just enjoyed your company so much an-”
“I-I enjoyed yours too!” He blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed and flustered. He was on high alert, as awake and cautious as he would be on any battlefield. But he wasn’t at war today.. now was he? For the first time he let his brown eyes shamelessly wonder to the girls exposed skin, he unforgivingly stared at her cleavage. He could feel his cock twitch in excitement and he knew his face probably glowed beyond red.
He’d never seen a naked woman for himself. Of course all of the clones knew what sex was, it was a part of the social learning process back on Kamino. There had been a few clones that he knew of (Fives included) that claimed to have actually gone all the way with another person. As far as socializing with civies went there were strict rules about what one could and could not do. There were technically no rules that explicitly stated sexual intercourse was off-limits, only that having a committed relationship or fathering children was prohibited. 
“So..?” Dell chirped quietly, licking her lips as she stepped into the elevator, motioning for the man to follow. It was only then had Rex realized just how long he had been in quiet thought.
“I’d love too.” He finally said, trying his best to sound as smooth as possible. The clone followed her before the doors closed. For once the man was at a lost, not having the slightest clue as to what he should expect. 
I tagged some people I thought may be interested! @deepseacritter @pretty-fly-for-a-jedi @rex-ol-boy @arandompuffin @littlemisscancer @floral-and-fine 
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oddsnendsfanfics · 8 years ago
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House of Blues
Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Jai Courtney/OFC (Roo) Warnings: Language Rating: PG13 Length: Short Story Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: So..is Cora selling the house? Does Jai have a childish freak out to contend with? 
Read  Get What You Get & Try to be Everything
"Honey, don't worry about it come on." Jai urged her through dinner. "Work will be there tomorrow."
She had arrived home a little over an hour ago and had barely put work down long enough to eat dinner. Her theory was that if she finished it tonight, she could take tomorrow to actually accomplish other tasks, not that Jai seemed to care.
Coming home, later than expected, to have dinner waiting for her was a rather nice gesture. Denzi had been tucked in, courtesy of Sera, which left Jai to throw together a quick meal and get ready for her arrival. He'd been out as well and some how had managed to get everything done before she stepped through the door.
Dinner, even at eight-thirty in the evening, was always welcomed after a long day in the office.
"You know what, you're right." She had conceded, agreeing that spending the rest of the evening in the hot tub was a much better idea.
Her body ached and it would be a great way to unwind before bed. Settled in the temperature controlled water, a sigh lingered when Jai poured her a fresh glass of scotch. He was working all the angles tonight, surprising, seeing as they hadn't exactly been Couple of the Year these last few weeks.
"Hot tub, scotch, and dinner made? You are impressive." She smirked patting his cheek.
"You said it was a hard day, when we talked." Jai turned to adjust the jet behind him.
"Mmm, I was really rode hard this evening."
"Sounds awful." Jai lightly sympathized. "I hope it was worth it."
"Oh, trust me, it was worth it. Every now and then a good slap on the ass is needed to get a gal motivated."
A laugh rumbled in Jai's chest in reply, barely audible over the sound of the hot tub. "Sounds like my kind of motivation."
"Believe me, it works every time." She smirked and began adjusting the tie on her bikini top.
She tugged the string around her neck allowing it to fall from her chest. Swiftly undoing the second string behind her back, she sighed and stretched her arms tossing the blue top onto the deck. Her body ached in the best way possible, driving home had been a task, her back sore from being bent over her desk. The hot water and jets soothed the aches and pains, making her feel almost mobile once again.
Relaxed against the side of the hot tub, her eyes closed, she took in appreciation for the cool evening air and the hot water. Across from her, Jai allowed the water to ease the tension that had been building during the last few days. They had been on egg shells and Jai felt they were only going to get rockier before they got back to smooth ground.
His fear of another blow up was what led him to the evening's earlier events. Twisted, odd, and extremely hot it had been the perfect way to break some of the tension that had mounted. She had made it evident that she wanted Jai to side with her, to tell Cora that it was a dumb idea to move and Jai couldn't.
How could he stand around and insist that Cora moving was a bad thing, when it wasn't? Jai adored Cora, he loved her almost as much as his own mum, and he wanted her happy. If Cora wanted to move across the country, then Jai was going to support that in every way he could. Eventually, she would get over it and see that her mother's choice was a good thing.
"I think it may be an early night." She lifted her glass to her lips. As great as this was, upstairs there was a large, warm bed waiting for her to fall into. "Do you mind?"
"Okay, but before we call it an evening, there are some things we need to discuss." Jai wanted to do anything else, but Cora had asked that he passed along the news and now was better than later.
Wrinkling her nose, she groaned. "Can it wait? Tonight was actually good. I don't want to talk about serious things."
"Your mum asked me to mention it, besides it's best you know now then come tomorrow you aren't shocked when the new person comes to pick up the house key."
"What house key?" She sat up straight, brows raised in question.
All day Jai had practiced how to deliver this news. At one point, earlier in the day, he had found himself in front of the bathroom mirror trying to find the right way to approach the subject. Now, here they were, in the hot tub, relaxed, and happy – there wasn't going to be a better time.
"Since you have decided to stay here, your mum is renting the house. Before you go screaming and yelling, or whatever other issues you see with this, hear me out." Jai cautioned.
Sucking in a deep breath, she slowly allowed her body to exhale. Renting the house? Logically, renting wasn't as bad a selling. Cora asking her would have been nice, even if she had managed to avoid her mother since the last blow up.
Biting hard on the inside of her cheek, she slowly began to count backwards from 10, giving Jai the benefit of speaking before reacting.
"I know it is your house, technically, but since Cora is still alive the house remains hers." Jai gave the information Cora had fed him. "Since it is her house, she has decided for the time being a renter is the best solution."
"Did she now?"
"Yes." Jai nodded firmly. "She knew that you would be upset if some random person moved in, which is why she has agreed to rent to someone we all know." Jai paused, tossing back the rest of his scotch. "Tomorrow morning, Dan is coming to pick up the key. Something about the condo lease being over, your mum wants someone she can trust, it all works out."
Cora had called Jai four days ago asking him whether or not renting her house to Dan was something that would make Jai uncomfortable. If he truly gave it thought, Jai couldn't find a problem with the solution. Dan was a good, honest guy, and somebody Cora knew and trusted. What more could she want?
If Jai were renting a house and Dan were in need, then Jai would do the exact same thing.
"Dan? Feuerriegal, Dan?" She sighed shaking her head. Her mother really did hate her.
"Yes. Look, it makes perfect sense. In the long run, your mum gets someone she knows and likes. Dan gets a house to live in, everybody wins."
"This is a terrible idea. I really don't think this is going to work. You realize he will be living in the same neighbourhood? We'll see him all the time, and..."
"And?" Jai challenged, knowing she didn't have a solid argument against this. "Your feelings aside, I have no problem with it or Dan."
"Not now, you don't." She muttered, rolling her eyes and scoffing.
Ignoring her comment, Jai laid his head back, gazing up at the night sky. Why couldn't she be compliant about any of this?
Jai knew he should have told her this, while he had her pinned against her desk. She would have been less likely to argue with him then. He'd meant it, when he'd told her that she wasn't the only woman out there. Given Jai wasn't sure he'd really want to end things with her, despite the fact she was more of a child than Denzi most of the time.
For her, it wasn't enough that her mother was moving. Now, her mother had put Dan in the damn house. This was unfair!
He could say he was fine with it, but she knew Jai better than he knew himself. If tables were turned and her mother was putting in one of his ex lovers, he'd be through the roof.
The last year and a half had some how turned into a roller coaster that had no end and no way off. This was like rubbing salt in a wound.
"Just be here in the morning to give him the key, please." Jai broke the silence.
"Excuse me? I'm really not sure I..."
"You can take the joey to the dentist, if you want." Jai cut her off. He wasn't in the mood to listen to her bullshit.
Another Denzi milestone, his first trip to the dentist. Jai wasn't ready for him to grow up, not yet.
"Considering Denzi is your son, you should take him." She groaned. "I can't believe you are being so calm about this."
"Roo, babe, we're adults and some of us act like it. He needs a place, no harm."
Talking to her was like talking to a wall. Jai would get further with the wall.
"No, I meant you're okay leaving me and my ex lover alone."
There was a time when that would have sent Jai into a fit.
"What? Oh fuck, come off of it. He's coming over for a key. It's not like he has intentions to fuck you on the lawn or some shit."
Right now, if he wanted to, there was a possibility that Jai wouldn't stop them. If it would put a damn smile on her face and get her out of this hateful, bitchy mood, then Jai was willing to try and make it happen. Funny, she was always happier when she was secretly fucking Dan. She had always been selfish and bitchy, as long as Jai had known her, but this recent development was beyond anything she had put Jai through before. He'd wanted her, he got her, and now it was as if he was paying a price.
"He might."
"Naw, I trust him. He's not really that type." Jai left it there.
She was looking for a reason to be pissed off and Jai refused to take the bait. Cora had asked him to deliver the news, knowing her daughter would come back swinging, mad as a hornet about the new occupant.
Cora's instinct dictated that her daughter would try to justify her upset by using Dan against Jai. If Jai delivered the news, insisting that it had no affect on him, there was nothing to grow an argument.
"When I broke it off, he wanted to get back together." She shrugged, adding that bit into the mix was a risk.
"And he realized you weren't worth it, yeah I know. Look, bullshit aside, just give him the keys." Jai demanded.
Huffing, she sank into the warm water.
"You're just as bad as her. I can't believe you are okay with this."
"There are far worse people. Her other option was selling, or boarding up and risking break ins. Dan Feuerriegel is not that big of a problem, really."
"What about me? Did she even think to ask how I felt? Maybe she should stop being selfish."
"Roo, babe, we're not going back down that road." Jai pushed himself up onto the side of the tub. "She's renting the house, Dan is moving in, and if you want to throw a tantrum do it elsewhere."
"So, I'm not allowed to be upset about this?" Her eyes were narrowed into a cold stare.
"You are, but some times you take it too far. It's a very unattractive quality, Roo. Can't you at least try to be happy? About something? Anything? Would it kill you to smile and tell your mum how nice this is, for her? Even if you don't mean it." Jai grunted. "I love you, but how am I to build a life and a family with you, when you're like this all of the fucking time?"
Inhaling a sharp breath, she pursed her lips and shrugged. "You can end it, Jai, any time you want. You're not obligated to be with me." Casting a gaze downward, she blinked a few times. "Maybe we need to be apart?"
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gardenstateofmind · 8 years ago
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like honestly i used to be such an asshole, especially when i was an #edgy middle schooler, and when i first got on tumblr and saw some fuckshit i was drawn to the anti sjw crowd
and like it was mostly bc back then it was just angry adults shouting at kids, blog titles that literally said “leave your privilege at the door” (that wasn’t an ironic joke yet lmfao), oh my god Die Cis Scum was so popular back then too. like it was just Messy. but bc i got offended by the way they were presenting the information, i made the mistake of shutting out their actual words. i just reacted angrily instead of taking the time to really look at what was being said
dont get me wrong, ive always cared about equal rights and social justice and shit like that, i mean like,, growing up a brown kid whose family was illegal immigrants is not that easy,, but i was def the kind of person who didnt give a shit about microaggressions and was like what the fuck does it matter if people say the n word (when Not using it as a pejorative) when an innocent black child was murdered in cold blood, look at ur priorities?? (this was the time period when trayvon martin was killed, may he rest in peace) like back then i didnt understand some of the basics u feel me?
and even tho im literally trans nonbinary and ive been loudly pro trans rights since i was 9 (bc i saw a fucking lifetime movie abt a trans girl lmao, but it genuinely taught me well), it took me a while to adjust my way of speaking to be inclusive and respectful of gender and sex stuff, and id get like annoyed when people were always correcting shit like “*uterus havers, not women” bc it felt kind of extra to me, like i didnt disagree, so much as i didn’t see the point of focusing on minor details like that constantly. and i definitely had to deal with internalized transphobia bc i was just plain uneducated about a lot of stuff. i didn’t have the language to truly understand some of my Own experiences so i just shoved them into cisnormative labels
and even in more recent years, like i wasnt against some stuff but didn’t really understand it? like when i saw people singling out transmisogyny and misogynoir i was like confused as to why they needed special labels and it was coming off like oppression olympics bullshit to me. but thankfully by that time i was a lot more willing to learn AND had found far better sources of information. and like ofc now i understand the very necessary importance of focusing on and protecting like black trans women for example, and as a nonblack+light skinned trans masc person acknowledging the position of privilege i have in the community we share as qtpoc.
and i mean just yesterday i was trying to learn more about ableism against developmentally disabled people and found out some information that was totally new to me, like the roots of words like dumb/imbecile/idiot/etc. (it was part of a discussion on whether or not these words are slurs in modern days and on who can use them) so this shit is a lifelong process. and that’s a Good thing, because it means we can always become better people. im by no means perfect obviously, no one is, but i feel a lot more secure and comforted with the knowledge that i know im gonna fuck up and i know that afterwards im gonna learn an important lesson. like im not trying to win a competition on who can be the most ~woke~ i just wanna make the world a better place, and having good intentions goes a long way imo
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