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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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since you silly little pooks are down bad little gremlins,

make sure to look him in the eye when he's talking to you.

summary: you made a grave mistake, directly disobeying orders from the big man himself, miguel o'hara, and endangering him and the rest of your team on a mission. thank goodness it was just his suit that suffered the damage, but you and him have a lot to talk about. alone. you know, if you wanted to be a little brat... you should just tell him straight up, but you can't even look at him right now. it's very disrespectful not to look at someone in the eye when they're talking to you, y'know?

word count: 2,541

warnings: slight degredation (nothing too bad, just a lot of reminding you about what you did was stupid), mentions of scars and wounds, slight cursing, and bad spanish translation (please correct me if i'm wrong!)

"tú… vas a ser mi muerte." he said in a low voice, a complete octave lower than the voice he used to scream orders at you to fall back, not to head straight first for the villain; but of course, spiders your type were never one to listen.

an annoying little maggot, that was miguel's assessment of you since the very minute you set foot in this facility. every mission that ever went south was due to you and your hubris, your incompetence, your need to flaunt your bravado in combat. you were lucky he put off kicking you out and cutting off all your connection to everyone at HQ, because you were a hair's length away from overstepping the very boundary of staying in this elite force of spider people to finding yourself disgraced from them.

you always gloated your strength, how many villains you took down in your universe, and were loud and rowdy. trying to break into your place in the spider society, you felt, was one of the easiest things to do. just make friends, punch the bad guys, and then the rest comes easy. but the reality of it was far from what you imagined, it was... seriously not what you imagined.

"i couldn't understand a single thought that entered that head of yours as we were fighting." miguel scolded you in a strained voice as he was being patched up by his machinery. the side of his face was bloodied, it would leave scars, but none that noticeable. his knitted eyebrows and piercing brown turning red eyes were fixated upon you and your hunched over, insecure, shrinking figure as you felt him diminish every ounce of your self-confidence bit by bit.

he sighed in exhaustion as he flinched at the treatment of his machineries, shaking his head slowly as he massaged his temples slowly, wishing that the frustration you gave him from your pathetic stunt would just disappear. but the pain never eased, instead, it merely intensified; he grunted as the machineries patched him up, the nanofibers of his suit dissipated as you watched splotches of his bronze, tanned skin emerge from the once dark blue and red patches of his suit.

you couldn't help but watch as the suit glitched slightly as it went away, disappearing into nothingness as his flesh wounds were being patched up. "tan jodidamente estúpida. so... so fucking stupid." he muttered out as he released a string of grunts from his soft, caramel lips as lyla adjusted the settings of the machinery as they patched him up.

"do you not value your own life?" he asked out with a low voice, as if he didn't care what answer escaped the confines of your lips, whatever words formed out of your mouth, as long as you spoke, he'd find something, anything, to retort to your argument--to prove you did a stupid, stupid thing. and that you were so stupid for not listening to him.

you opened your mouth slightly ajar to speak, to utter even a single word; to release a single sound from your vocal cords... but nothing. your throat as dry as an abandoned well, as dry as a vast, sandy desert, as an unirrigated field that once bore fresh crops.

you had nothing when he peered at you from above like this, glowering over you and penetrating your once keen and eager to fool around facade, whittling you down to nothingness.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked, his voice a little louder and more composed now as the healing process began and mended at the worn and torn muscles on his beautifully sculpted figure. he slowly stood up, his legs quaking slightly as he tried to carry himself up. he lost his balance for a few seconds and clung on to his desk to support himself. his breathing was labored, his nostrils were flared; he was pained and furious.

you felt a shiver crawl up your spine as he turned to face you, a good portion of the mesh fabric on the left side of his body was completely dissipated, the cuts inflicted on the suit turned white and glitched out, spasming, distorting the image on his body. miguel noticed you were staring and tried to hide the limping of his leg as he strut over to you, his left leg being pushed off the ground faster than his right.

you felt a wave of shame engulf you, reminding you that this very man almost sacrificed himself to save you while you seemed like a very cute spider to skin for the villain you faced off not long ago, who you provoked and brought your team to their attention, endangering all of you. he fought them off as best as he could, but he was continually on the receiving end of the blows and punches the villain reserved for the rogue little spider that weaved a web too obvious for its prey to fly into.

you didn't listen to miguel when he told you to--

"i told you to stay put," he admonished you in an irrefutably strained voice that he tried his hardest to mask with anger, or irritation. he didn't like to be looked upon as weak, as pitiful, and he sure as hell wasn't going to show that side of him to you of all people. never, in a million years, ever.

he grabbed your cheeks as he noticed your downcasted gaze and angled your face up to gaze into his now red eyes. "weren't you ever taught to look people in the eye when they're talking to you?" he questioned you for your seemingly rude demeanor as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, insinuating that he was quite irked with how, not only did you risk his and everyone else's lives on your team, but you dare disrespect him in his own office while he was already limping--suffering the repercussions of your own hasty decisions.

miguel breathed in deeply, his chest expanding as he took in that deep breath. he shut his eyes to collect himself so as not to let his frustration explode all over you right then and there. he was ready to burst at you, burst at you and let you feel everything he's been holding in from you for the longest time. it drives him mad knowing he's let you provoke him all you want, all the time. he wants to get his control over brats like you back, and if it has to be through this way... so be it.

he squeezed your cheeks, his grip tightening with every breath you took, moving your eyes so as not to look at him, so as not to be so frightened of him. "you're a damn brat, you know that?" he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours, his suit dissipating bit by bit the closer to you he got. he didn't seem like he had any intention of moving back, he was just keen on looking at you right in the eye and forcing you to look back at him, to acknowledge him and respect him for once.

"i-i know," you stutter out, swallowing the lump in your throat. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the pad of his thumb brush over your cheek and let out a ragged breath, which felt hot on your face. "go on." miguel commanded you as he let go, pulling away from you.

you hesitated for a moment as miguel stepped back, his wide back now facing yours. a small triangular view of his bronze hued skin, and you noticed... he had an assortment of freckles dotting his back, down to the back of his forearm.

he looked absolutely breathtaking, even clad in the mesh fabric suit, even with the mask sheathing his angular face from the world; he was a sight to behold. you hated yourself so much for admiring him when all he can think of was the stupid stunt you pulled trying to show off.

miguel's head turned around yet again to catch you peeking at the flesh showing from the tears on the suit. he scowled. "i told you to keep talking, not to keep gawking." he reprimanded you as he turned his head back around and shook his head, muttering yet another curse word in spanish.

you cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts. "i know, i'm... a brat, and i'm sorry i endangered you all." you spoke in two breaths, hoping to get the heart of your thoughts across, trying to hold back from him the fear you had of him at that very moment. honestly, you were always scared of miguel, always afraid that if you pushed him off the edge... it wouldn't be him who'd fall. he'd hold on to your mistake and pull you down in his place.

that was your biggest fear; the fear of him hurting you, forgetting you, abandoning you and starting from scratch with a new recruit, a better recruit. one who didn't talk smack all the time behind his back, one who followed protocols and didn't steal equipment for joyrides to other earths, one who didn't travel to other earths to screw around--one who followed orders and didn't do things their own way, which would jeopardize not only themselves, but the rest of the elite members of the multiverse's sole defenders.

someone who would listen to him and look at him in the eye when he spoke.

"be honest," he began as lyla fixed up the glitchy parts of his suit as he pinched the bridge of his nose with shut eyes and a hung head, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle as he tried to keep himself composed, "do you think you know what you're doing here?" he asked in a deep, contemplative voice as the suit glitched out even more, despite the ai's best efforts to fix it, the glitching worsened.

"oh, genial." miguel uttered as he sighed again. the villain must've been a real wise guy to know how to mess with such hard to break nanotechnology and mesh fabric that not even miguel himself could pierce or cut through. "ok, uh, not to interrupt your sermon, but you need to take it off. completely." lyla said as she ran a diagnostics protocol on the suit to check what was salvageable on it.

miguel stared at the ai incredulously. "no, keep it on, it's fine." he muttered as he turned to face you, his right pectoral muscle showing just the slightest bit. his suit phasing in and out of functionality as he placed his hands on his waist, staring at you as you abruptly looked away. he raised an eyebrow and eyed you up and down. "why so shy now? you were running your big mouth earlier in combat, why stop now?"

you tried to speak again, but all that came out were unintelligible mumble with the words, "seeing you like this" being repeated over and over and over again. miguel sighed and sauntered over to you and grabbed your cheeks again, this time, more roughly.

"i've had it up to here with your shitty attitude towards me." he said as his eyes narrowed at you, his eyebrows nearly forming into one angry, furry unibrow as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. your eyes wandered down past his neck, to his now semi-exposed collarbone, all the way to his rib area; his right rib's flesh being exposed now as the suit dissipated after continually glitching.

"why are you so insistent upon staring at the absolute wreck my suit is now because of your actions?" he huffed as he angled your face up to look at him, leaning closer and closer towards you as you were now inches away from his face. he snarled for a split second, and you watched as his fangs were bared for that small moment.

"you... need to be taught proper manners." he scolded you as his nose brushed over yours, causing you to shudder; the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as miguel fixated his now glowing, scarlet eyes upon your own. "listen to me, very. carefully." he said as his claws slowly dug into the flesh of your cheeks, grazing you slightly as he brushed the pads of his fingers upon your cheeks and chin.

"you better remember to... look at me when i'm talking to you, understand?" he emphasized as he spoke in a low, low voice, the rest of his suit vanishing as the glitching worsened, his left pectoral muscle now revealing itself, down to his abdominal area, where you noticed his sculptured muscles and scars from the fights. the newly emerged wounds from the battle you botched remained on his skin's surface, noticeable still due to having been fresh a few minutes ago.

he scoffed as he noticed your breathing became labored. he let you go when you mewled at his claws digging deeper into the fat of your cheeks. "i'm... sorry." you uttered as you finally looked up at him. he clicked his tongue as he let you go. "you're lucky i'm too weak to do anything to you right now." he said in a calmer manner as you rubbed over where he grazed upon you.

he turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder and his expression softened the tiniest bit when he watched tears well up in your eyes.

"...i'm sorry, too." he murmured as he finally took off the suit and sat back in his chair, in dark navy shorts.

your eyes wandered down to his toned, tanned calves and thighs, how every bit of him seemed so detailed and sculpted; as if he was exerting force and effort upon every muscle in everything he did. "you have a tendency to run your mouth off and not look before you leap when you're feeling hella cocky, but when you're cornered... you shut up immediately and start staring like a hawk." he pointed out, rather sarcastically.

he stretched his leg a little, wincing at the pain. his grunts were guttural as you noticed the slight limp in how the leg was resting. you got up and looked at his poor leg. "what, staring at me at a distance half-naked isn't enough for you?" he asked, deadpanned.

"i could, um... try easing the pain for you." you offered as you meekly pointed to his leg. he threw his head back and sighed deeply, his chest rising and falling as he did. he looked at you lazily and raised an eyebrow. "is that to make up for all the headaches and migraines you give me?" he asked.

you nodded profusely and he planted his face in his palm, chuckling a little to himself. he looked up at you, gradually, and a small smirk curved upon his lips. he shrugged. "alright, work your magic." he said as he leaned back. "if you fuck me over again, i will kick you out, though." he warned, to which you grinned at.

maybe... you'd keep being a little brat to him, if it meant you could see him this way, and... touch him this way.

a/n: ok so if we do hit 400 likes, i'll make a part 2 + whimpering miggy :>

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin @thecoolerdor

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv spiderman #miguel spiderman #CURLING MY TOES KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR BATTING MY EYELASHES GIGGLING TEEHEE

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psycheterminal · 1 year ago

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HOW TO SWITCH TO LINUX

So, we're going to go through this step by step.

Before we begin, let's keep a few things clear:

Linux is not Windows, it is its own system, with its own culture, history and way of doing things.

There are many "distributions", "distros" or "flavors" of Linux. What works for you may be different from what people recommend.

You'll want to read up on how to use the terminal; the basics an absolute beginner needs is short, but important. It's not hard to learn, just takes a bit of time and effort.

ADOBE DOES NOT WORK ON LINUX.

WINE is not a Windows Emulator, it should not be treated as such.

Proton is a compatibility tool built on WINE by Valve, which has its own compatibility database, called ProtonDB. It still isn't an emulator and can have quirks.

Not everything will work on Linux. Dead by Daylight actively blocks Linux players from joining a game, as an example. The Windows Edition of Minecraft is another. (But the Java Edition does!)

There are many FOSS alternatives to popular programs, but they may lack maturity and features compared to their commercial counterparts.

You might want to invest in an external drive. It'll keep your files safe and you'll be able to move all your files to a

Step 1: why do you want to switch? Are you concerned about privacy? Are you wanting to boycott Windows? Is 11 not an option for your hardware? Want to try something new? Be honest with yourself on what you want to do. Write down your hardware specs. You'll want to know what kind of processor, RAM, video card and memory you're working on.

Step 2: Make three lists: Programs you need for work, programs you use at home (that aren't games) and games you like to play. Check each of these for if they already have a Linux port. For games, you can check if it's Steamdeck compatible! For those where you can't find one or it's not clear, you can check for the program on WINE HQ and ProtonDB (for games.) Not all of them might be compatible!

There might be Linux-based alternatives for several things, but keep in mind that Adobe does NOT support Linux and does NOT work on WINE! Sea of Thieves and LibreOffice works, Dead by Daylight and Scrivener do not.

Step 3: Get a GOOD QUALITY USB drive stick! I recommend one that's at least 30 GB. That sounds like a lot, but operating systems these days are huge-but there's some fun stuff you can get. It's really important that you get a good quality one, not just a random stick off a reseller like Wish.

Step 4: Remember when I asked you why you were switching? Time to pick a Linux version. There is no "one, true Linux" version-the operating system is open, groups make their own versions and put it out into the world. If you're confused, check out Distrowatch. Read a list here. Download an option-if you have a few sticks around, try multiple ones.

Step 5: Plug in your USB and use either UNetbootin or Rufus to create your boot device. Rufus might be easier if you're not super computer savvy. When looking over the options, make sure there's some storage, set it to most of what's left. Take out your boot stick for now.

Step 6: Find out how to boot to your BIOS. Every computer has a BIOS. Check out your model of laptop/motherboard to figure out what it is. Arrange boot order so that your USB gets checked first.

Step 7: If you have an external drive, move all your personal stuff, game saves, etc to it or purchase cloud drive storage for it. Always back up your files, and with multiple methods.

Step 8: You aren't going to be installing Linux quite yet; instead, boot it up from USB. Note, it'll be a bit slow on USB 2.0, though a USB-3 device and slot should make matters easier. Test each version you're considering for a week. It is super important that you test! Sometimes problems crop up or you turn out to not like it!

Step 9: Once you find a distro you like and have tested, consider if you want to dual boot or completely wipe Windows. Some programs for work might require Windows or you might have a few games that ONLY work on Windows and that's perfectly fine! Just keep in mind, as of Windows 11, this option is not recommended. If you want to use dualboot, you want to keep Windows 10 and NOT update. There's great tutorials on how to make it happen, search engines should be able to point you to one.

Step 10: Fully install Linux and immediately update. Even the latest installers will not have the current security patches. Just let it update and install whatever programs you want to use.

Step 11: Enable compatibility tools in Steam if you're a gamer. File, options, compatibility. Also, check the Software Store in your OS for open source re-implementations for your favorite older games!

You're now a Penguin!

#linux #i love linux #linux for beginners

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ladyspottedray · 9 months ago

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"Are you feeling unwell? If you wish to talk, I am here to help."

Ikraam al-Rashid is a scholar from Sumeru pioneering the field of psychotherapy. Though he keeps his work strictly out of his personal life, he is always ready with a listening ear and a comforting word to those in need. He has a Dendro vision and uses a polearm.

Design notes/rambles under the cut!

Me: Wow everyone in Genshin needs therapy Me: I can fix that And that is how Ikraam was created lmao

Ikraam was designed, much like Honoré, before Sumeru came out and had subsequent redesigns when the updates happened. His design was originally worked from the various scholar npcs as well as the knowledge of the Middle Eastern and South Asian inspirations. I originally went with more Middle Eastern design inspiration as I thought that would more of a cultural influence in Sumeru, and then after the updates said fuck it I'm keeping them.

Ikraam takes most of his clothing inspiration from the Abbasid Caliphate in Middle Eastern history (also often referred to as "the Golden Age of Islam" with the House of Wisdom being centered in Baghdad, Iraq), though similar clothing styles existed earlier and also in other cultures. His shirt and wraparound scarf takes more inspiration from India specifically.

Due to the irl desert culture inspirations, Ikraam has a lot more bulky clothing than the entire rest of the Genshin cast, but I'm okay with that tbh. Why would you wear crop tops and shorts in the desert, that's exactly how you get sand in your intimate areas

There are NO hq references for Sumeru furniture so the teapot and cups were referenced from some irl Iraqi teasets. Also there are like no Middle Eastern teasets in any of the historical archives I use for refs. Sure hope none of the search engines lied to me

Ikraam would use a tall male model and he would be a healer unit with a foliage theme.

Ikraam, similar to the other healers in-game, embodies that "I'm a healer but-" meme. He has strict ethics and boundaries when it comes to his work and his patient's health is his top priority. He works with very few patients as the field and scholarship of psychotherapy is relatively new, but those who have worked with him sing his praises.

He does try to keep his work out of his personal life as his work could easily overwhelm him. However, it can be hard not to analyze those he interacts with, though he will often keep any and all observations to himself.

Ikraam is originally from the desert, though he moved to Sumeru City to attend the Akademiya and has stayed in the city to continue his work. He likes to garden as a hobby and grows a lot of herbs. He also often attends performances at Zubayr Theater.

#my art #genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #original character #ikraam al-rashid #my ocs #illustration #character design

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peachycoreroo · 3 years ago

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i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

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pochunts · 3 years ago

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AMBER RILEY GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX ) hq gifs of AMBER RILEY sourced from her role as JACKIE TURNER in ONE CHRISTMAS WISH (aka MY ONE CHRISTMAS WISH) (2015). amber is 35 but was 29 while filming this movie. she is of african-american ( unspecified ) descent, so please cast her accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.

gifs feature: Jarod Joseph, Priscilla Faia, Pendo Muema, Matreya Fedor, Camille Sullivan, Ken Tremblett.

warnings/triggers: this film is based on a true story and contains topics of abuse, abandonment, and neglect. there are no gifs that portray those but please be mindful of this when using any gifs from this pack.

sidenote: there are minors who make a small appearance in a couple of gifs throughout this pack, please be considerate of that when using any gifs that feature them.

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levisgirll · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can you do a headcanon of Levi being jealous/posessive when someone tries to flirt with his crush?

𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: Hello anon! Thank you so much for the request🥺 Of course I can! and I hope you like what I wrote💞 (also I’m sorry this took some time! this week and last week was just so stressful ahhh) incoming some cute jelly levi boi, I also realized now we need more of this- ALSO will be using this fact stated by Isayama about levi getting jealous which is he wouldn’t get jealous over his lover because he would trust them, although if he were to be jealous he’d stay low about it then by time explode. in this case it would be his crush and not lover as requested! (incoming some real cute fluff and levi being a cutie who is a bit jealous <3)

synopsis: Levi Ackerman isn’t the one who would get easily affected by others, he wouldn’t care most of the time what people would do and say to him. But....he has a crush on y/n for the longest time now and it seems his feelings is growing too with time. He notices some scouts trying to tease and flirt with his crush, he starts to feel something about it and pushes the thought away, but the feeling is still present. One day, something happens and he can’t take it anymore and becomes a bit possessive and clingy towards y/n!

fluff, aot world, headcanon fanfic ♡ —

You let out a long sigh as you were heading back to the survey crops headquarters from your training. Today was a really busy and stressful day as you had to train a lot and also manage to keep up with everyone.

You joined not long ago and you still were trying to fit in, learn new skills from others, and kept on training to catch up with others. Many saw you as a really hard worker.

But, you recently been getting some help and advice from Captain Levi! The strongest solider that everyone talks about and with that, you both got close and Levi seemed to like your attitude, and would usually ask you for your opinion on things.

Everyone was quite shocked how Levi seem to show a little bit of interest in you and even spoke to you. Y/N was different, unique more like it and how they never gave up and still kept on going amazed Levi. He was a bit worried about you though cause you could be reckless, but he had your back always watching without you even noticing. Later then, he realized after sorting out this emotions and feelings he had....he actually had a crush on you instead!

It was a fact that Y/N was quite attractive and good looking, everyone had eyes on Y/N and Levi would sometimes be quite annoyed and pissed about how some guys who seemed to have bad intentions always trying to get a chance to talk to you and get you alone but Y/N would usually avoid them and leave the scene before it happens.

You were just such a likeable person though! Who wouldn't like you? and many tried to make a move on you but you made the scouts that you were hard to read. But instead for one guy.

A scout was keeping his eyes on you for a while, and with his friends telling him that 'he would never get a chance with y/n' made him take the bet and go for it.

"Hey there! I see you training hard? My name is Roy, nice to meet you" He said with a big smile and gave you a little wave while coming up to you. You were setting up your ODM gear and glance at him. "Oh, I see it's Y/N." You said normally, but you weren't going to lie, the guy did look kind of cute but you had a gut feeling something was up.

"Of course, you are the great Y/N everyone talks about." He said with a smirk, "You look so much prettier." You were taken aback by the comment and thanked him, it was not everyday you would hear this comment and someone saying that bluntly.

"Haha, you don't have to be shy! It's the truth so own it. Anyways, I'll see you later yeah? Bye!" He shouted out and ran back to his friends, and you stood there quite shy.

You did not notice that Levi was actually standing near the entrance of the headquarters and watched the whole thing. You could tell by his gaze towards Roy he was...glaring at him? "Tch." He scoffed and walked away from the training area, looking rather pissed but you managed to go over to him and caught up with Levi. There your bright energy opened up, and you gave Levi a bright big smile that you would only usually do for him. "Hi Captain Levi! How was your weekend? I haven't seen you for a while." Y/N said in a cheerful tone, they looked rather happy to see Levi and that made him relax and warmed his heart since his crush has always greeted him this way. "Hey Y/N, it was alright I guess. And Oi, didn't I tell you to just call me Levi? Drop the captain, don't wanna hear that from you." He said and crossing his arms and looking slightly away to hide his faint little blush on his cheeks.

He observed you for a while, and he realized that you were the only one who would talk to Levi like this and he was the only man you ever showed your cute and gentle side to! And the same goes to him, you were the only one who he showed his soft and nice side by his small actions and words. So, he felt really lucky and somehow was assured and felt trusted that you might not be interested in anyone else, and maybe....just maybe he had a chance!

"My bad, Levi" Y/N said after a small giggle which was one of his favorite sounds, hearing his crush laugh a little was one of the main things he wanted to achieve. "I'm going to do hand-to-hand combat training later. Could you perhaps train m-" Before Y/N was going to finish talking, Levi cut them off and said "Yea sure, don't ask me and just tell me what it is and I'll help you train."

Levi didn't notice, but he was becoming rather tender and considerate only to Y/N these days which not only shocked them but also made them happy. "Thanks Levi, you are the best! I'll see you later!" Y/N waved at Levi with a joyful expression and ran off. After that small interaction and chat, it seemed like all Levi's worries and stress was relieved and he gave a small smile. Not only that, but also another feeling he had earlier was gone, but he couldn't figure just what was that feeling from earlier?

Later on, training for hand to hand combat has started and you were there, ready and waiting for none other than Levi to show up. But, someone else showed up instead of him. "So we meet again, Y/N." You turned around and it was Roy, he looked rather excited and he was checking you up with a gaze that made you slightly uncomfortable. "Um...yea cause we still have training?" You gave him a confused look and raised your eyebrow at him 'Just what does this guy want...' you wondered.

"You aren't pair up with anyone, so let's train together!" He said cheerfully and was in his fighting stance, all ready without you even having the time to respond to his offer.

"W-Wait...I'm waiting for Levi to train me!" You finally said in a stuttering tone. "Levi? Ha....since when did you start calling him that? Anyways, I don't see him? So, train with me instead sweetheart." He gave you a flirtatious smile, and you sighed and brought out the wooden dagger which you took your stance and took charge at him. He somehow let you take the hit and you looked up at him "Wow, you are good!". He was not taking you seriously, and was playing around with you, teasing you more like it. While you were training with Roy, without any warning he made you trip and you fell on the ground which you felt your knee starting to hurt. "Oh no. Are you okay?" Roy said and bent down, to check your knee. You felt it was done on purpose just to get you off guard, and so he can get closer to you.

With your surprise, he brought his hand out and pushed your hair back and behind your ear and then touched your cheek which made your eyes wide "No one should be allowed to look that good. How do you do it?"

"Huh...what do you mean?" Y/N said, all confused and tried to get up but Roy's grip made you not get up so easily. "Say, tell me how are you still Single?"

Before you could respond, someone quickly grabbed Roy by his wrist and pulled him up quickly. "You....The fuck do you think you are doing?" It was....Levi! He gave a death glare to Roy who now seemed to have been displeased. "I'm helping them up...What do you think you are doing holding me like this?"

"Did I ask you a question? It a command, answer it. What. Were. you trying to do." Levi said now in a very serious tone that gave off a scary vibe and everyone had stopped their training and were all frightened. Levi was not dumb, he clearly knew what Roy was up to, seductively flirting with you which he ignored before he knew you would not respond to it but.... he then purposely made you trip which he noticed and was not able to hold it in any longer.

"Do you want me to fucking break your leg to answer me?" Levi was being impatient and without any hesitation and not giving Roy any time to respond, he knee kicked him right up his chin and that made him fall down on his knees and covered his nose which was now bleeding. "You little shit, and you dare even question me after disrespecting Y/N? You have a death wish for sure."

Levi was about to kick him when Y/N quickly held on his arm and pulled Levi a bit back, holding on to his arm. "Stop! That's enough Levi. Don't bother with him, I'm fine now!" Y/N said, trying to calm Levi down and reassure him.

He stayed silent, and looked back at Roy, deciding on what to do. "Hm...Alright. I'm only stopping cause of Y/N." Levi took Y/N's hand which shocked everyone in the training area, including Roy and Levi turned around while saying in a cold tone. "Roy, you have cleaning duty for all the toilets at the HQ for a month and it better be fucking clean or I will make you redo it. You are nothing but a piece of trash so be useful and clean them."

Levi still, holding your hand tightly, pulled you and you both were walking away from the training area, away from everyone else. Y/N was blushing now and was looking at Levi's back head where they clearly saw his neat underhair cut. 'Levi why did he do this....' You wondered and Levi then stopped walking when you both reached near the stable. "Are you...hurt?" He said, turning around to look at you with a slight worried expression. "N-No, and thanks for back there." Y/N said, blushing even harder and looked down. "But, why..." They finally said looking directly at his grey eyes which soften, this was a question that kept killing Y/N's curiosity.

He stayed quiet, and looked away from your gaze. He seemed to refuse to respond. 'Wait....don't tell me!' Y/N then jolted their head up which caught Levi by surprise (worried if they noticed-) and they immediately said in a hyper tone.

Y/N: "Oh Levi....were you-"

Levi: "No."

Y/N: "You sure? Cause I swear you-"

"Shut it. I was just being annoyed by him, alright?" He would say and ruffle your hair gently. He wanted to hold you, hug you. You were just too adorable to him! But he knew he couldn't do any of that.

"Weird...I don't recall saying anything about that. But you just proved to me you were actually jealous!" Y/N said, and let out a happy and cheerful laugh. He would not admit it, but he felt embarrassed right now.

"Tch, brat are you gonna actually keep saying it now?" He said with a slight blush and turned around, "Well...Not till you be honest with yourself." Y/N told Levi in a shy tone, and still with a smile that was too big it hurted their cheeks, they were just too happy to see Levi like this!

You weren't going to lie, but seeing Levi jealous really made you feel something and so did he!

He took your hand gently and caressed your hand with his thumb. "If you want to know....come to my office?" Levi, was now a blushing mess, he was being nervous but he knew that at some point he had to let his feeling out because it was not an easy one to handle despite him being emotional he was able to control that but this was a special case and today proved that to him. He had to let you know.

You both went to Levi's office, and he pulled you closer and looked at your eyes which was filled with lust and love just for you "Please....Could I?" Levi said softly which had a little bit of nervous and tense tone. You then realized and confirmed, you both did actually shared the same feelings and behind closed doors while the evening was approaching you both slowly started to kiss each other even though you both were new to this sort of thing you took it slowly, and kept trying it again and again, till you both got the hang of it. Levi did that just to show that he wanted to make you his starting tonight and not having anyone else flirt with you anymore and that that he was capable of being romantic to u too! You never saw him this clingy, it was super cute.

With your reassurance and talk with Levi, your words would comfort him and calm him down and he then started to trust you even more which he was since the beginning but now that he got your approval he never felt such a lucky man.

Now, no scout with bad intentions ever dared to come up to you and Levi does not take it lightly next time if he even sees someone checking you up, or making you uncomfortable. With this, he promised to protect you from any harm and swore to that, he wanted to be your protector.

So poor them who ever tried to flirt with you and poor Roy stuck with a broken nose and having cleaning toilets duty!

But thanks to Roy, Levi finally was able to explain and show/say his true feelings to Y/N and now he can keep Y/N close to him only and cherish and protect them without any hesitation. He truly did value and care for Y/N.

This was actually so fun to write up ahhh and I find Levi acting sort of like this when he explodes at the person trying to flirt with his crush and the one responsible making him jealous! (I don’t think he would explode or lash out on his crush/lover, he is too mature for a situation where someone flirts with them, he would lash out on whoever is hitting on them instead of his lover ofc) I hope you enjoyed this anon and sorry this was late but hope you enjoyed it and if you did or anyone else please leave a like or a reblog!🥺 ♡♡♡

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undermattsun-archive · 4 years ago

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japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean.

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo)

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?)

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears.

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.”

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA" (wtf our they communicating ???? ? ) i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit.

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up.

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil.

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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revasserium · 5 years ago

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Heya! Can I request some domestic headcanons for Kuroo and Ukai Keishin? I loved the ones you've done for Sugamom and Bakageyama!

hq!! reqs currently: closed ; all other reqs: open

kuroo:

waking up is a slow affair, the kind of thing that’s full of yawning and groaning, the edges of your smiles still sticky with dreams – sometimes he kisses you awake – sometimes, he tells himself that it’s really more for him than it is for you because he can’t help himself. not when you’re sleeping so peacefully in his arms, your lashes fluttering over your eyes like moth wings, delicate and perfect. he kisses you with honey on his tongue and wonders if he kisses you hard enough, if you’d taste the way he wishes he could spend the rest of his life waking up to you like this

sometimes, he teases you about your bedhead, even though he really has no right to talk; you reach up to card your fingers through his hair with a smile as he yawns his way over to the bathroom, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. “looks like something made a nest in your hair,” you say, squealing as his arm shoots out to grab you around the waist, tugging you to him so he can scatter your face in kisses. “stop! your breath smells bad!” “heh… well deal with it – its your punishment for being mean about my hair.”

there’s not that much coffee, but there’s always tea – green tea and earl’s gray and hojicha. he still insists that it’s cultural heresy to put milk and sugar in tea, so sometimes you’ll do it with your earl’s gray just to tick him off, watch him grumble around the kitchen all morning about ruining the integrity of a perfectly good thing.

he kisses you anyway, when you lean across the table for a peck, even though he’s still pouting about the tea – and really, how can drink that stuff?

the first time you take him to bubble tea, he refuses to believe it’s tea.

a week later, you come home to a mess of tapioca in the kitchen and a very frustrated kuroo cursing at his phone

“babe? what happened?” “i was trying to make bubble tea.” “and… then the kitchen exploded?” “no – i mean, yeah kinda. but i just don’t get how this tapioca thing works or why it tastes so good.”

sometimes, he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder when you make him dinner, sometimes he’ll insist on making dinner because he wants to make sure you know that he doesn’t expect you to do all the work around here

sometimes, he has you for dinner instead

falling asleep has never been a difficult thing, but with you in his arms, it’s never been easier. it feels like belonging, like you fitting perfectly against him when he curls his body around yours. it feels like perfection – like truth and reason and all that’s ever made sense in the world.

it feels like happiness.

keishin:

he’s outta bed before you every morning – these crops ain’t gonna tend to themselves, y’know. but he always makes sure to put on a pot of tea for you, to keep the toast warm for you in the toaster oven. sometimes you’ll wake up to a note that says in the fields, breakfast is on the table, might have to run to morning practice so if i don’t see you before i go, i’ll see you tonight. those are the times you climb out of bed, no matter how early or how cold, wrap his big sweater around your shoulders and pad into the fields behind his house. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to his cheek.

“morning.” “morning, doll. sleep well?” “only till you left.” “bullshit, you were totally snoring when i got outta bed.” “shut up.”

on the days when neither of you have anywhere to be, he always tries to cook you breakfast, because as lazy as he pretends to be, as much of a drag as he always complains about it being, he wants to spoil you, and make sure you know that despite all his groaning and moaning, that he loves you. and he’ll always love you more than he can say.

“i know you do.” “hn. good.” you smile, stealing the smoke from between his fingers and taking a long drag, “guys are physical creatures,” you say, dropping your voice into a terrible imitation of his usual drawl, “we’re bad with words, so… so don’t get mad if i’m bad at saying cheesy shit.”

he scoffs, snatching the cigarette back to take one last drag before snubbing it out on the window ledge “you’re the fuckin’ worst, y’know that?” you grin, curling up against him, “so i’ve been told.” he smirks, “not enough, clearly.” you lean up to kiss him, “you could always punish me for being so terrible.” he rolls his eyes, “needy.” you grin, “guys are physical creatures right? so -- get physical.”

and, he does.

sometimes, you bring baked goods to practice, much to his dismay, because explaining to a bunch of rowdy boys that their coach has a live-in girlfriend is a thing that no grown ass man should ever have to go through, and yet -- here he is. he has to field questions for a whole week about how the pair of you met (at shimada’s store), how long it’s been going on (almost a year now), and, to his utter and complete horror, how often the pair of you ‘do it’, as hinata so delicately put it (more often than any of them would like to know, now get the fuck back to practice or everyone’s running laps).

“the boys have been asking if they’re gonna be invited to our wedding -- god this is why i didn’t want you to come to practice.” “hm... well, are they?” “are they what?” “gonna be invited to our wedding.” “i mean, sure if you wan -- wait did you just propose?” “did you just say yes?” “did i?”

you smile, “would you?” “w-would i what?” “say yes.”

he says yes.

#haikyuuwritersnet #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu headcanons #ukai #Kuroo #floofy floof floof #this got long but #its cute im not mad.#haicuties

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awanderingdeal · 4 years ago

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Summer Camp AU - Chapter 1 - Regulus

The first official chapter of Summer Camp AU. I’m afraid this isn’t such a cheery one but is necessary for plot building. Content warnings for panic attacks, anxiety and mentions/implications of abuse.

Thank you to my betas for their incredible work!

As always, this universe belongs to @lumosinlove and I thank her profusely for the creation of these wonderful wonderful characters and for allowing us to play with them. You’re the best!

For previous and future chapters see masterlist

Rating: T

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Regulus ran a hand through their black hair. Despite being out of their parents’ house for a little over a year now, they still didn’t feel comfortable in anything but the short cropped style. It was the same one that they’d had since the day they’d started kindergarten, and mixing it up had felt like one change too many in a year of unknowns.

Looking around, they felt like everybody else there already knew at least one person and that they were the only one who had come alone. They considered trying to introduce themself to one of the groups close by, but decided that going to check out who their roommate was would be a better idea.

Regulus struggled to make friends. The posh, stand-offish approach that had been drilled into them by their parents was difficult to shake off and people didn’t seem to take kindly to it. A roommate would be forced to spend enough time with them that they would slowly start to see that he wasn’t such an ass underneath it all.

With a gameplan in hand, Regulus felt a bit better as they traipsed across the camp, following the map they had been given to the building labelled staff HQ.

That was until their eyes locked onto the piece of paper pinned to the bulletin with their room assignment on; cabin 6 - Regulus Black and Sirius Black. Their brain spun through a cacophony of thoughts so quickly that they couldn't quite grasp on to them. Maybe it was just a coincidence, they tried to reason. The reassurance lasted microseconds. How many people were named Sirius Black after all.

Regulus felt a dull feeling buried in their chest. An itch almost. They knew the feeling intimately. They tried to steady their breathing. 5 seconds in 5 seconds out. The itch wasn't going. In fact, it was getting worse. They pressed the heel of their hand against their sternum rubbing it harshly but the sensation persisted.

"Excuse me, could I see the list please?" a voice cut through the fuzziness of Regulus' brain.

"Oh. Yes. Sorry," Regulus rushed out, turning on their heel and walking quickly to the exit, feeling a sudden need to be out of the building. Once outside, their eyes darted around looking for somewhere that felt safe. Their fingers clenching and unclenching by their side. Their knuckles felt tight and irritated, as if there was a pressure building inside them. Focus, Regulus. Find somewhere safe.

They didn't quite remember moving but they somehow found themself sitting behind a tree. It was thick, and the angle of the stage they had just been listening to Dumo speak from did a good job of blocking them from the view of the other staff. They just needed a minute to compose themself. However, as they let out another slow breath, letting it whistle through their teeth, they looked up and their eyes met another pair.

"Hello, I'm Celeste," the motherly looking woman introduced herself.

"I know." Regulus blurted out. Dumo had already told them that.

Celeste ignored the interruption. "I saw you sitting over here by yourself and wanted to check that you were okay. I know it can all be a lot if it's your first time with us."

"I am okay," Regulus nodded slowly. "I'm okay," they repeated, unsure which of them they were trying to convince.

Celeste watched them carefully for a moment before replying, "If you are sure. I will be nearby if you change your mind," She took a final glance at them before starting to walk away.

Celeste had barely walked a few meters before Regulus called out, "Wait. Please."

She stopped immediately, turning to face them again. "I'm still here," she said softly.

"I know that Dumo said that we couldn't switch rooms but do you think that he would make an exception?" Regulus asked, their voice filled with hope.

Celeste cocked her head slightly, "What's your name?"

Regulus was a bit blindsided by the question. It wasn't an answer to their own after all. They pulled themself to their feet, dusting off the dirt from their clothes. Mother wouldn’t approve. "It's Regulus," they finally answered, gesturing to their name badge.

"Regulus." Celeste repeated the name.

It was a bit annoying. Couldn’t she just answer the question?

"Have you had a disagreement with your roommates, Regulus?" Celeste asked.

"He's my brother," Regulus said, the reply seemingly leaving their mouth of their own accord. "We are not...we have not spoken in quite some time."

Celeste looked at them for a long time. They could tell that she wanted to ask more questions but instead she beckoned to Regulus, "come with me. We will speak to Pascal and see what we can do."

Regulus followed Celeste over to the stage where Dumo was standing with another man. They seemed affectionate. Dumo had introduced Celeste as his wife though, right? Regulus dismissed the thought, it was really none of their business and they had more important things to think about at this moment in time. Their eyes scanned over the small group of people left whilst Celeste spoke to Dumo. Relief washed over them when they noticed that none of them were Sirius. Regulus wasn’t ready to see him yet.

“Regulus?” Dumo said, making Regulus jump as they were jolted out of their thoughts.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” Dumo apologised, giving Celeste a small smile that apparently served as a gentle dismissal, because she tapped Regulus reassuringly on the shoulder and left.

“Now, I hear that you wish to change your room?” Dumo said, waiting for Regulus’ short nod before continuing, “Remind me where you are helping us out, please?”

Regulus cracked their knuckles. “I’m teaching archery,” they replied, almost wincing at the timidity of their voice. Mother wouldn’t approve. They had always been so sure of themself, their parents constantly reinforcing the fact that they were special. However the last few years had left them feeling ground down and wary. It had been hard to bounce back.

Dumo nodded. “Ahh, good, not a cabin counsellor. I’m sure that we can find you a space somewhere. The thing is Regulus…”

Regulus worried their lip between their teeth. There was always a problem where they were concerned. Nothing could ever be easy could it?

“The thing is, this is supposed to be a safe space for our kids. I can’t have hostility at the camp. Can you assure me that there isn’t going to be any problems between you and Sirius?”

Regulus took a deep breath, rubbing the heel of their palm into their temple. Their head hurt. They just wanted to lie down. “I promise there will not be any trouble on my part,” Regulus replied. It was the truth. They would be happy if they didn’t see Sirius at all.

“Of course, I do not know the source of your troubles but would you be willing to sit and talk with Sirius? At least to come to some sort of agreement during your time with us. Perhaps with Celeste to mediate?” Dumo asked.

“Do I have to?” Regulus squeaked, much to their embarrassment.

“No,” Dumo shook his head. “You will not be forced to do anything that you do not want to here at Gryffindor. It’s a safe place for you too,” he continued, reaching out to pat Regulus’ arm.

Regulus flinched before the hand had even made contact and Dumo pulled his hand away quickly.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked before I touched you,” Dumo apologised.

“It’s stupid. I know you weren’t going to hurt me.” Regulus sighed. They wondered if they would ever be normal and if their upbringing was ever going to not affect them? “Can we just find me a room please?”

Dumo looked at them for a long time. The gaze was reminiscent of the one that Celeste had fixed them with earlier. Dumo seemed to want to say something and Regulus doubted that the “Yes, let’s go and look at the room plans,” that was verbalised was it.

Regulus followed Dumo back to the building that he had been in earlier. It was quiet now. They watched Dumo scan the sheet quickly before tapping a finger against it, “Oui, there is a space here.”

Regulus smiled at the small french word. It made them feel more at home. They hadn’t been in Quebec since they’d run away and they missed it a lot. Their eyes fell to where Dumo’s finger met the sheet; Cabin 10 - Leo Knut.

“Come, I will take you there. You’ve lost a lot of settling in time already. There is no need for you to be lost too.” Dumo said.

“I will be fine,” Regulus argued. “I don’t have much to unpack.”

“Indeed. But you look like you could do with a rest. And the longer, the better.”

Regulus cursed their pale skin, knowing that the heating of their cheeks was most definitely showing up as a bright pink blush, “Yes. I am quite tired.”

Dumo led the way to the cabin and Regulus had to admit that they probably would have gotten lost at least a few times if they had tried to make it there by themself. The door to the cabin was open when they arrived, and Regulus could see a tall blond carefully folding t-shirts into one of the drawers under the bed.

Dumo knocked on the open door, making the occupant jump a little. “Hello, Leo isn’t it? Regulus here will be taking the second bed in this cabin. I know you were supposed to have it to yourself so I hope it’s not too much of a disappointment.”

Regulus wrapped their arms around themself and dropped their eyes to the floor, making themself small in a way that reminded them of being shoved in a corner at their grandparents house, and being told to, “sit there quietly and don’t be a nuisance.”

“Oh, hey!” Leo beamed. “No, that is perfect. I was a bit disappointed to be alone, if I’m telling the truth. It’s just not the camp way is it?”

Regulus noticed that there was a twang to the words. Something southern.

“Excellent, I’ll leave you two to settle in then,” Dumo said, giving a nod before leaving.

A breath that Regulus didn’t even know that they had been holding escaped when they dropped their backpack onto the free bed and sat down. It was a few moments before they felt Leo’s stare.

“Sorry,” Regulus apologised. “I’m Regulus. But you already knew that because Dumo just told you. I’m such an idiot. Shit, sorry. I’m just really tired.” The words just wouldn’t seem to stop coming. How had they spent so many hours having elocution lessons drilled into them just to become such a bumbling mess?

“Hey, no, don’t worry.” Leo’s voice broke through Regulus’ monologue. “I’m Leo. Pronouns are he/him and I’m gay as fuck.” He sat down on the bed as he gestured to the name tag and a couple of pins attached to his t-shirt. A rainbow. Make it GAY. A small Stitch waving a trans flag with the words ‘Ohana, means nobody gets left behind’ on it. “I can be quiet if you want to take a nap?” Leo added.

“That’d be nice.” Regulus nodded. “You don’t really need to be quiet though. I sleep like the dead.”

Leo merely gave a smile and stretched a long arm to grab a book from his suitcase.

Regulus had only just rolled up into a ball and clenched their eyes closed hoping at least a little sleep would come their way when they abruptly turned back over to face Leo. “Hey. Could I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Leo said, seemingly unfazed by the sudden question. He just glanced at the corner of his book, set it down and turned his attention to Regulus.

Regulus wasn’t sure why they were about to spout their personal history to somebody who was practically a stranger but there was something about Leo that was reassuring. “Do you have siblings?”

Leo shook his head, hand going to his wrist to play with the frayed end of the rainbow bracelet wrapped around it, “No, just me, my Mama and my Dad. Why do you ask?”

Regulus let out a breath of air through their nose, wondering how they could explain the situation. “I have a brother, but he left home when I was 11. I haven’t seen him since.” Regulus started. Leo just looked at them patiently despite the long pause, apparently recognising that they weren’t finished. “But he’s here. I was supposed to room with him. I just...I can’t. And Dumo wants me to meet with him and I said no but I don’t know if I should have and what if, maybe I should just go home?” Regulus rambled, no longer trying to bend their thoughts into coherency.

“Reg,” Leo said, kneeling by his bed now. Regulus couldn’t help but notice how tall he was from this close. “Hey, calm down. Just breathe.”

Regulus watched Leo’s mouth taking in long breaths and tried to copy them.

“That’s it.” Leo reassured. “I’m not sure if I got all that properly but you and your brother, did you get along before he left?”

Regulus squeezed their eyes shut before replying, “We did when we were little. We were each other’s best friend and then he...it was my fault, I thought he was wrong. I didn’t realise they…”

“Reg,” Leo interrupted them again. “ You don’t have to make any decisions now. Whether you meet your brother or not. Whether you go home or not. They can all wait until you’ve had some sleep. No offense but you look exhausted,” he gave a small chuckle. “And maybe put the pack off the bed, take your shoes off, get under the sheets? I’ll be right over there. Nobody is going to sneak up on you.”

Regulus cocked their head at Leo, wondering how the boy who could barely have been 18 was so wise.

“Hey, I could read to you if you wanted?”

Regulus grumbled, “I’m not a kid.”

“Good, because this story isn’t really appropriate for kids. It’s about a group of college students who murder their friend.” Leo snorted.

“Such great naptime reading,” Regulus laughed.

“Shut up. Do you want it or not?” Leo teased playfully, rolling onto his feet and making his way back to his own bed.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a second,” Regulus replied, placing their backpack on the floor and beginning to take off their shoes. They tried to relax. Leo was right. Even if they decided to go home they could let themself sleep for a bit before they started the long journey back to California. They’d make decisions later.

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letshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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Who in HQ would blush the most when caught under the mistletoe with their crush? And who would not even hesitate? 🎄

who in hq | holidays edition 🎄

a/n: not me actually writing and updating, I’m emotional, and thank you for bringing the holiday spirit into this blog! I wish you the best for the holidays <3

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🎄 Asahi Azumane

I can see him as such a flustered mess if this were to happen, and I can bet on my life that his friends would set this up on purpose because, knowing Asahi, if his crush and he were at the same party, he’d stray far away from any mistletoe, so you are forced to intervene. Ok, but him being in a really tacky Christmas sweater and being even more embarrassed while you’re standing together under the mistletoe.

Now, if you are flustered as well, Asahi will try to get out of this situation and not force you into anything. But, on the other hand, if you’re more confident and start teasing him about how his blushing face is rivaling his sweater, and initiate the kiss, Asahi is floored. He is leaving that party a happy man and won’t stop daydreaming for a few days, definitely.

🎄 Alisa Haiba

I had to add her as someone who would not hesitate at all because this girl would be planning this herself, no questions needed. She thinks of this as the perfect opportunity to make her move on her crush, especially if you’re more of a shy type - what better way than to lead you under the mistletoe? She’d have a special mistletoe placed somewhere more secluded, so you don’t feel uncomfortable cause she’s caring <3

There are literal stars in her eyes when she, “oh-so-shocked”, notices the mistletoe hanging above the two of you and you can tell how much she wants this to go well and happen. You two end up kissing? Alisa is pooping rainbows and getting wasted the rest of the party, no cap. Of course, with you close to her because you just made the girl’s whole year

🎄 Iwaizumi Hajime

Another flustered mess in sight. I don’t think he’s such a “holiday person”, to begin with, and he definitely has some traditions he doesn’t particularly like - one of them is kissing under the mistletoe because I mean, look at him, he probably had people try and make a move on him with this little trick, but he’s shocked that at himself when he realizes that that’s what he wants to happen at the party with his crush

Blushing Hajime is a Hajime who can bless me and all of my crops for the rest of my life. Flustered Hajime becoming even more flustered if you tease him about being under the mistletoe together. Please initiate the kiss because Hajime is, basically, malfunctioning - in a good way though because my boy actually wanted this to happen ;3

🎄 Akaashi Keiji

He gives me such ✨do you think that I think that this wasn’t planned✨ vibes and I’m screaming. I can see Akaashi having a straight face when he notices where he’s at with his crush, but, at the same time, having such an amused look in his eyes with the corner of his mouth tilting up just slightly because you’re either so flustered and he finds it adorable or you’re being all confident and he wants to see where this is headed

In general, you won’t get much of a reaction out of him because Akaashi, like Iwaizumi, is one of those people who I think would prefer some traditions over others, kissing under the mistletoe not being something he really prefers. But, who’s he to complain when his crush is literally in front of him and “forced” to kiss? Akaashi will forever be thankful for that thing

🎄 Sugawara Koushi

This is prone to change because I, personally, think that Sugawara would be such a flustered baby the first few seconds he stumbles into you under the mistletoe while being the cockiest son of a gun the other; so, like I said, he’s ✨prone to change✨, but I’ll just place him in the “flustered mess” category this time around. Tune in next year to see an update ;3

But, honestly, Sugawara loves everything about the holidays, from all the events to all the corny things that happen, and he loves that damn mistletoe, he can’t lie to himself. His friends know that and use that to their advantage (because they can lol) and he’s so happy their plan actually worked out, but that doesn’t stop the raging blush on his cheeks while he’s leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips TT

🎄 Ushijima Wakatoshi

I don’t think he’s been that interested in the topic of “mistletoes” to fully understand them, so his confidence would probably be mixed with confusion because he a) doesn’t know why his crush is so flustered and b) why are his friends cheering them on? Someone would probably make a kissing motion and he’s a smart boy, so he gets it, but oh boy, he doesn’t understand the point of mistletoe at all

He’d be so lost that you can just hope you’re confident enough to initiate the kiss. Don’t worry, I feel like Ushijima would not miss this opportunity to get closer to his crush either, but just give the guy some time to actually realize that mistletoes are not supposed to have ant deeper meaning and that it’s just a cute tradition. Ushijima is still confused lol

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bedlamsbard · 4 years ago

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Here is the first sequence of the Other Side AU concept! (yes, the nickname is borrowed from Fringe.) There is...a lot of crying. The AU is Backbone-based, but takes place before Backbone. I am not caught up on current new canon post-RotJ and prefer Legends there anyway, so this takes more from the EU than canon on that front.

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“You know, it’s not too late to change your mind,” Luke Skywalker said. “We do have other candidates.”

Zeb grumbled something softly under his breath that was probably, “Sounds like someone who doesn’t know her very well.”

Luke flicked a glance at him, but most of his attention was on Hera. “This is dangerous,” he said, almost apologetic.

“And the Rebellion has been a blue milk run,” Hera said. “I’m fine.” She folded her hands together and looked across Luke’s right shoulder. She didn’t know him very well, had never had any particular inclination to get to know him, and at the moment didn’t feel particularly encouraged. It wasn’t fair to him, but Hera couldn’t particularly bring herself to care, not when even being on the same ship as him brought a dull stab of pain to her heart.

Not fair.

Nothing was fair, especially nothing about the Rebellion. But she wished he hadn’t had to be on the Ghost for this.

Luke hesitated again, then said, “All right.” He took a deep breath. “Are you ready? I’ll probably only get one shot at this.”

“I’m ready.” She looked at Zeb, who nodded slightly, and Chopper, who groaned a long protest. She had told Jacen goodbye via holo a few hours ago; he didn’t quite understand how Mama leaving now would be different than Mama leaving normally, and Hera hoped that he wouldn’t have to understand for many years, if ever. She had tried to explain it to her father in the same holocall and wasn’t sure she had succeeded. Sabine had understood but had told her it was the worst idea she had heard since – well, you know, she had said, and looked like she had wished she hadn’t mentioned it.

“All right,” Luke repeated. He looked a little unnerved, which Hera took vindictive pleasure in and then felt guilty about. “If this works, I’ll open it again every ten days – right here, all right? It can’t be anywhere else.”

Teach your mother to feed nunas, Hera thought, giving him a sideways look. She just said, “I understand.”

Luke nodded, swallowed, and raised his hands, releasing the artifact he had been holding. It was a little bell-shaped construction of crystal and metal, both substances etched all over in runes that no one had been able to fully decrypt. It could, Hera knew, very easily kill her if what they had managed to decrypt was wrong.

It hung suspended between Luke’s palms, glowing a bright, vivid blue. A rising hum made all of them but Luke wince, Zeb’s sensitive ears flicking in disgust. Hera kept her eyes on it, trying not to blink as the light brightened until it was all that she could see. Her stomach turned over, but it wasn’t any worse than doing a barrel roll in an A-wing.

All at once, the light was gone. So were Luke, Zeb, and Chopper. Hera looked around the Ghost’s common room, making the differences in the familiar space. Zeb’s big wooden chair was gone; the walls were bare of Sabine’s artwork. So they had probably gotten the timing right, at least. Hera stepped towards the holotable, running her fingers over its surface and searching for the deep scar near the rightmost edge of the frame. It was there.

Hera took a suddenly shaky breath.

Ten days, she reminded herself. It was both a lot of time to get this wrong and no time at all. She put her head to one side and listened to the now only half-familiar sounds of the Ghost.

She hadn’t spent much time on the ship recently, and mostly it had been almost as empty as it felt now. It made Hera think of its namesake, of her old crew’s namesakes, every corner of it haunted. She thought with enough time it might get better, less raw, but so far the war hadn’t given her that time. Instead, she let herself be moved around the Rebel Alliance as needed, sometimes with what remained of her crew, sometimes not. Even Chopper didn’t always stay with her, much to his protests.

This, though, had needed to be done on the Ghost, and Zeb had brought it to her from where it had been docked on Lothal for the past six months.

Luke had been right. There had been other candidates. But they all thought this might work best with her, because there weren’t many options for where she had been more than a decade ago and in a position where she would probably be willing to help. Han Solo and Chewbacca on the Millennium Falcon, maybe, but that was a much longer shot than Hera Syndulla. Any Hera Syndulla.

She took another deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rapid patter of her heartbeat, and moved towards the hatch leading towards the cabins and the cockpit. There was no rumble of the engine; the ship was docked somewhere – solid ground, Hera thought, though it could have been a space station. The air filters seemed to be drawing a little heavier than usual, which suggested they were dirtside. Some stations triggered that too, though, if their own filters weren’t good enough.

The short corridor between the common room and the cockpit was empty. Hera rested her hands briefly on the cabin doors as she passed them, but there was nothing to tell her which was being used. The cockpit hatch slid open with only the tiniest of jerks, which Sabine had repaired years ago.

Hera stepped inside, resting a hand on the back of the pilot’s chair as she looked around. The back left chair was plain, without the distinctive paint job Sabine had given it; the back right was still the old matching chair, not the one they had had to replace six months before they had gone to Lothal.

There was a pair of black gloves sitting on the dashboard.

Hera frowned at them, trying to decide what about them struck her as familiar. She didn’t own a pair like that at the moment, but she probably had in the past.

The scene outside the viewport was one Hera had seen hundreds of times before; the blank gray durasteel sheeting of a docking bay wall. She leaned forward to peer out, searching around for some indication of where the Ghost was docked, but there was nothing. It could have been any docking bay on any thousands of the planets in the galaxy.

Hera hesitated for a moment, then leaned down over the dashboard, intending to get into the Ghost’s systems to find out where – and more importantly, when – she was. She hadn’t gotten further than turning them on when the hatch slid open behind her.

Hera turned quickly, self-conscious and achingly aware that this wasn’t her own ship, to come face to face with Kanan.

She had forgotten how handsome he was.

Hera still had a precious handful of holos of him, but most were from those last few years, and she had trained herself out of looking at them too often because of the dull, anguished hurt that accompanied the action. Jacen was looking more and more like him as he grew up, but Hera didn’t see her son often either. Increasingly the war made time feel like it was slipping through her fingers like sand; Hera held onto it with unexpected desperation, both for her own sake and for the Rebellion’s. Palpatine’s death should have made it easier, faster; it wasn’t like that at all. Days both flew by and spread out; sometimes Hera felt like she blinked and it had been years, sometimes she turned around and what had felt like months had only been a handful of minutes. It was both too long and not long enough since – since Lothal.

Kanan was younger than she had expected, twenty-two or twenty-three, clean-shaven and with short-cropped hair. There was warm affection in his clear bluish eyes as he looked at her, though Hera couldn’t miss the scars flecking his face, scars that she knew Kanan – her Kanan – hadn’t had when he had died. He wore all black, a high-collared, long-sleeved shirt open at the neck and tight black trousers, with an unfamiliar lightsaber slung at his hip.

“I didn’t know you were back from HQ yet,” he said.

Hera opened her mouth to respond and couldn’t. She was crying without meaning to, tears rolling down her cheeks; she had told Zeb she could handle this and she had been wrong.

Kanan took a step towards her, his expression going alarmed. “Hey,” he said gently, “what’s wrong? What happened?” He put a hand to her cheek to wipe away her tears, warm and strong and alive, and Hera cried even harder. She wanted more than anything to step into his arms; he even smelled the same, and she could have been eighteen again, twenty-two, twenty-four, twenty-seven – young and with the whole galaxy spread out before her, possibility endless, in love and with a future that could have held anything, instead of a present constricted down to a war that ground on long past when it should have ended and a child growing up without her.

Below them, the Ghost’s hatch opened. Kanan turned his head slightly, frowning, and despite the tears blurring her vision Hera saw where a notch had been taken out of his ear.

Hera tried to breathe in gasping breaths, trying to get herself together enough to speak. “I’m not her,” she managed to say. “I’m not –”

She saw realization start to form on Kanan’s face, though he didn’t take his hand away. Light steps sounded on the cockpit floor as a new arrival stepped off the ladder, followed by the sound of a blaster clearing its holster.

“No, you’re not,” said Hera Syndulla, a girl barely out of her teens wearing an ISB officer’s crisp white uniform, her green skin startling bright against the stark fabric. She held her blaster with practiced ease, right hand wrapped around the grip, left hand bracing the butt. “Who in blazes are you?”

Hera could barely remember being that young.

Given her counterpart’s occupation, the other woman’s youth probably shouldn’t have even registered with her, but Hera couldn’t get past it. When she had been that young, she had been blinkered by single-minded focus on the mission, on an end goal of destroying the Empire. She hadn’t thought to regret it until years later, crying her heart out in that cave on Lothal.

Does he know you love him? she had thought, in that first split second when Kanan had stepped away from her, his clear-eyed gaze flickering between the two women. Do you know you love him?

And then she had seen Kanan bend his head to the other Hera and her expression soften, her body curving towards him without touching, and Hera had known that both of them knew. It was a sharp stab of jealousy that shouldn’t have bothered her after all this time, when there was nothing she could do about it. Imperials or not, they were lucky to have that.

Hera leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the cabin door and sighed. They had locked her into one of the empty cabins after they had searched her and taken her blaster and other possessions away. It happened to be Sabine’s cabin, but of course Sabine wasn’t here yet so there weren’t yet explosives tucked away into every nook and cranny of it, “just in case of an emergency,” Sabine had told her once. “What kind of emergency are you expecting?” Hera had demanded.

Three days later Maul had broken onto the Ghost and taken them captive, so she might have had to take that back if they had actually had any opportunity to use all those explosives.

She could just barely hear Kanan and the other Hera talking to each other, but couldn’t make out the words through the heavy metal door. They hadn’t given her much of a chance to say anything before they had locked her in here, but at least they hadn’t acted like most Imperials Hera had known and stunned her first.

She sighed and left the door to slump onto the bench built below the upper-level bunk, leaning an elbow on the table and her chin against her palm. The room seemed bare without Sabine’s colorful paint jobs; Sabine hadn’t lived on the Ghost for years, but she hadn’t stripped the walls, either, and she still kept some of her things onboard.

Sabine would still be on Krownest now, Hera thought, if she had gotten the dates right. Ezra would be back in his tower on Lothal. The Scourge of Lasan was happening right now and Zeb was there in the palace with the Lasat Royal Family. Kallus would be on Lasan too, maybe already giving the order to use ion disruptors on the Lasat defenders.

Kanan was alive, and on this ship, and Hera knew that if she started crying again she might not stop.

It will have to be Alderaan, she thought. Leia Organa had volunteered for this mission for just that reason, but during the target period she had been on Alderaan, and Luke hadn’t been certain that this would work simply by flying to the Graveyard. It had been a shock to realize how few people with the clearance for this operation had been somewhere the Rebel Alliance could still access ten or fifteen years later. They hadn’t even been entirely sure it would work on a ship, but it was the best option they had. Hera had been certain that she could convince her younger self to help and equally certain that for the first twenty years of her life there was very little that could divert it, which wasn’t true for everyone else.

Obviously, she had been wrong.

She rubbed a weary hand over her face. She was going to find a way out of this situation, get to Alderaan, and talk her way into seeing Bail Organa, however that was going to go. Chandrila and Mon Mothma were another option, but for something like this she still thought Organa the better bet. Ackbar wouldn’t have the access and Mon Calamari weren’t good spies, either. Not to mention she didn’t have the faintest idea where he was right now. Her father –

Hera couldn’t begin to imagine what had happened to her father, not if her counterpart was an ISB agent right now.

She looked up at the sound of approaching voices. Just outside the door, she heard her counterpart say suddenly, her voice small and hurt, “You didn’t realize she wasn’t me?”

“Hera –”

“We’re not even dressed the same. And she’s at least ten years older than me.”

Hera rolled her eyes and called, “I’m thirty-three.”

There was a sudden silence from beyond the door, then it slid open to reveal Kanan and the other Hera. The woman was still in her white ISB uniform, her cap matching white leather. Her lekku were covered with wide straps of more white leather, completely obscuring their color. The rank badge she was wearing gave her the equivalent of a first lieutenant’s rank. Kanan, beside her, was still wearing all black, but he had added a second layer of heavy black leathers and vambraces that bore the Imperial cog.

Hera looked at it and then away, fighting down her hurt. There had to be a reason. She knew Kanan. He wouldn’t do this without a reason. She had seen that kindness in his eyes, that genuine care; Maul hadn’t had that. She hadn’t met any of them, but she doubted the Inquisitors did either. He was still Kanan. She would know him anywhere.

The other Hera was looking at her with the same sick hurt that Hera was feeling right now. Hera made herself look at her, really look, because despite her first impression it wasn’t at all like looking into a mirror. Despite the obvious muscle beneath her uniform – Hera suspected she usually wore a field agent’s grays and cuirass, rather than formal whites – there was something oddly fragile about her. She stayed a carefully measured length away from Kanan, as if both aware of his presence and certain she couldn’t show it in front of a stranger. When she moved forward, it was with precision, lekku barely moving with the motion, and Hera thought suddenly, she grew up with humans.

“Is Daddy dead?” she said before she could stop herself. She said it in Basic, not Twi’leki; if her counterpart had grown up with humans then there was no way to be certain that she was fluent anymore.

The other Hera froze, her eyes going wide with surprise. “What?”

“Daddy – Cham – is he dead?”

The girl flicked a startled look at Kanan, then shook her head. “No. Not that I know of, and if he had died someone from HQ would have hauled me into an interrogation room about it for the next three days. Why?”

“You grew up with humans,” Hera said. “He wouldn’t let that happen.”

“If you think that then you don’t know him that well,” her counterpart said bitterly. “I grew up in the Imperial Academy on Serenno.”

“I grew up on Ryloth,” Hera said. “At home, at the villa in the Tann Province – at the townhouse in Lessu, sometimes. Until my mother was killed when I was thirteen, then my father sent all of us back to the villa until I was old enough to leave.”

The other Hera blinked slowly. “The Syndullas haven’t been on Ryloth for a long time. Cham sent the family to the colony on Zardossa Stix after my mother was hurt in the Lessu Riots. Then he tried to assassinate the Emperor, so the Empire wiped out the colony. I don’t know what happened to the others. The Syndullas and the other clans fled Ryloth not long afterwards. They’re on the Imperial Terrorist Watchlist.”

Hera blinked. “Mama’s alive?” she whispered.

The other woman looked aside. “You’re not the one asking the questions here,” she said, but not before Hera saw sick hurt flash across her face. She set the small holoprojector Hera had had in her pocket down on the table in front of her and activated it. “Who is this?”

“That’s my son,” Hera said, trying not to look at Kanan and failing. “Jacen. He’s five. He’ll be six in a few months.”

The other Hera’s eyes went wide with shock. “Your son?”

Hera nodded, swallowing back a familiar lump of regret. “He’s staying on Ryloth with his grandfather now that Free Ryloth has been able to retake the planet. They’re rebuilding the villa, but right now my father spends most of his time in Lessu. The townhouse wasn’t destroyed, just ransacked a bit.”

Kanan started to raise a hand towards the image, clearly barely conscious he was doing it, then closed his fingers into a fist against his side. He said quietly, “He’s dead, isn’t he? Your Kanan.”

Hera couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t look at him and her son at the same time, not when her mind was already picking out the similarities between them, seeing what hadn’t been clear from the precious holograms she hadn’t been able to bear looking at alongside her son. How could I have forgotten? she thought. Jacen bit his lip the same way when he was thinking hard, had the same heavy eyebrows, was going to grow up to have the same broad hands and elegant fingers.

She put a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back her tears. “Yes,” she said eventually, when she was mostly certain of her ability to speak without stumbling over the words. “He died. He died before Jacen was born. He didn’t know – he never knew –”

She lost her battle to contain her tears and scrubbed her sleeve hard across her eyes. The other Hera had drawn close to Kanan without seeming to be aware she was doing it, reaching for him as if searching for reassurance that he was still there and breathing. They were holding hands when Hera got herself under control and looked up again.

She had talked about this with Zeb and Rex, with Sabine chiming in via holocomm, when she had been cleared for this mission. They had talked about what she could bring with her, what had the best chance of convincing her counterpart and Kanan’s, and Rex had insisted she bring this. I’m probably the only person in the galaxy who has any idea of what this is going to be like, he had told her. And it’s not the same for a clone as it will be for you, but it’s as close as you’re going to get.

Hera opened her mouth to say the Empire killed him and stopped. The Empire killed him, and you’re working for them. The Empire killed him, and you’re alive, both of you are alive, how can you be doing this when the Empire killed him? The Empire killed him and he never knew he was going to have a son. The Empire killed him, and I loved him. The Empire killed him and he should be alive today, he should be with me now, he should have been able to meet his son.

She said again, “He died.”

“I’m sorry,” the other Hera said. She sounded very young.

She was younger than Sabine had been when Kanan had died, Hera thought, and pulled her shirt cuffs up to scrub at her eyes with both hands. She couldn’t remember being that young.

Haltingly, the girl said, “I know – a little – what that’s like. I’m sorry.” She was gripping Kanan’s hand so tightly that it had to hurt both of them.

Hera touched the base of the holoprojector, looking at her son’s familiar face, then, deliberately, flicked the hologram over to the next image. It hurt to look at too.

Kanan stared at it, his eyes going wide. “What –”

“There was a Sith lord named Maul,” Hera said, and was curious to see him flinch, recognizing the name. “Kanan was hurt fighting him.”

Kanan was laughing in that holo, grinning at something that the recorder hadn’t captured – something Ezra had said, maybe. They had been on Atollon, just a few weeks before Thrawn had reduced the planet to little more than a cinder. Someone in Supply had scored thirty crates of Yensid/Sacul Vineyards wines, apparently by accident, and they had split it up between everyone on Chopper Base who wanted some. Not long after this had been taken, Hera and Kanan had taken a bottle and a few blankets and gone off to a quiet corner of the base. Ezra had found them the next morning and declared himself scarred for life by the sight.

It had been a good night.

The other Hera was peering at the hologram with curiosity, looking between it and Kanan. She caught Hera watching her and said again, “I’m sorry.”

Kanan shut off the holoprojector. He paused with his hand over it, then pushed it towards Hera. “You’re a Rebel, aren’t you?” he said.

“I’m an Alliance officer,” she corrected him, suspecting that it might be better to leave the “Rebel” part of “Rebel Alliance” off in this case. She had anticipated explaining to a younger Hera and Kanan that given a decade’s time, the disparate groups of rebels scattered across the galaxy would pull together, that they had defeated the Emperor and taken Coruscant, and that there was – or would be soon, once the vote concluded in a few days’ time – a Galactic Republic again. The possibility that she might have to explain this to a pair of Imperial officers, one an ISB agent and one an Inquisitor, had never occurred to her. “I came here because I need help.”

The other Hera drew herself up, settling her shoulders as if aware of the uniform she was wearing and its significance. “Fighting the Empire?” she said, her voice suddenly cold.

“No,” Hera said. “In my time the Empire no longer exists, not as it was. Since the Emperor died there have been a dozen warlords all struggling for power, all trying to take his place.”

The other Hera’s eyes went wide. “The Emperor…died?” she said.

“Yes. He was killed by Darth Vader.” At Kanan’s flinch, Hera looked at him and said, “A Jedi Knight named Luke Skywalker sent me here to retrieve data tapes on something called Project Cluster-Prism. In my universe the only copies that we know of were destroyed along with the data vault on Scarif six years ago. That’s all I need. Just data tapes. I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

“Why would I help you?” said the girl. “I’m an Imperial officer.”

“I’m not fighting your Empire,” Hera pointed out in what she hoped was a reasonable voice.

The girl looked away. Kanan stirred a little, uneasily, but didn’t say anything. Eventually, the other Hera said, “I don’t have that clearance level.” She swallowed, then said, “I need to think.”

She finally released Kanan’s hand and started towards the door, white-wrapped lekku nearly invisible against the white wool of her uniform jacket. It was as though she wanted to be human, or, barring that, at least wanted people to forget that she was a Twi’lek.

“Why are you here?” Hera asked suddenly. “Why are you ISB?”

The girl stopped, bracing a hand against the wall. She didn’t look back, just said quickly to the door, “When the colony was destroyed, I was sent to prison. I was there for – for a long time. My handler gave me a chance to get out, to apply for the Imperial Academy so I could start making up for some of the damage Cham had done. So I did. I had to. I’m ISB because my handler blocked my application to the Starfighter Corps; he wanted me in the Bureau.”

Hera bit her lip. “How old were you?”

There was a long moment of silence, then the girl’s lekku swayed just a little as she swallowed. “Fourteen.”

When Hera had been fourteen she had been racing blurrgs across the Tann Province with her cousins Doriah and Nury, or sneaking out of her room to work on her mother’s old racing pod.

“I’m sorry,” she said slowly.

“It’s done now.” The other Hera took another shaky breath. “I’m where I need to be.” She touched the control and the door slid open; she left with hasty strides, as if she couldn’t wait to be as far from Hera as possible.

Kanan stayed. Hera looked up at him, drinking in the sight of him, because she was never going to have this again. She was never going to see him again, never going to hear his voice, never going to touch him.

“Tell her you love her,” she said quietly. “Please.”

He nodded. “She knows,” he said. “I tell her every day.” He hesitated, then asked, “How did he die?”

Hera looked down. She closed her hands over the holoprojector, studying her gloved fingers. “There was an explosion,” she said haltingly. She never talked about it. She would have to tell Jacen someday, but everyone else knew better than to ask. She thought that Luke had wrangled the story out of Zeb or Rex, maybe Kallus, but wasn’t sure. “We were – on a planet called –” She hesitated, remembering that this Kanan was an Imperial Inquisitor, and corrected herself, “We were on a planet that a member of our team had close ties to. There was an Imperial factory there building a new kind of TIE fighter. We had been doing groundside work, commando work, for weeks, but I left to go back to the Alliance and ask for a starfighter task force to wipe out the factory. I got it. But we couldn’t get past the planetary blockade and I was captured. Kanan and two others – his apprentice and a Mandalorian girl – came up with a plan to rescue me. It almost worked.”

She scrubbed her sleeve across her eyes again. “Kanan got me out of the Imperial Complex while the others stole a gunship. We – we almost made it. The Empire blew up its own fuel depot to stop us. Kanan held the explosion back so that the rest of us could get away, but he – he couldn’t. Get away, I mean. And he knew that.” Her voice broke. “He sacrificed himself for us, and I still don’t know if he knew – if he knew – how much I loved –” She had to stop. She couldn’t go on, not now, not ever.

She was crying in gasping sobs, tears rolling down her face as she wiped at them with already soaked sleeves. Kanan took a step towards her, hesitated, and then came the rest of the way, putting an arm around her shoulders.

It was too much. Hera wept as though her heart might break, because it was broken, and Kanan was here, he was here. He drew her close, and Hera turned her face against his chest and cried. It wasn’t him. Hera knew it wasn’t him, but at the same time, it was, and she didn’t know how to bear it. She cried until all that was left were dry, hiccoughing sobs, and made herself pull back from him, wiping her sleeve over her face.

Kanan touched her cheek gently. “He knew,” he said. “Believe me, he knew.”

“I would give almost anything to have him back,” Hera whispered. It was a confession that she had never made out loud, had never intended to. Not anything, not quite, but almost anything. Even years later there were days she wanted him so much that she couldn’t think past her grief and her longing, just go through her day on autopilot until something happened to jar her into full cognizance. “I loved him so much, and I never told him.”

“He knew,” Kanan repeated.

Hera put a hand to her face. She couldn’t look at him; if she had to keep looking at him, she might scream. But she didn’t know if she could look away either. “Go be with her,” she said. “Please.”

Kanan nodded. He hesitated, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll talk to her about helping you,” he said. “I don’t – Hera’s here because she doesn’t see that she has any other choice. I’m here for her, not the Empire.”

“She has a choice,” Hera said. “We always have a choice.” She shook her head. “Just – go be with her. Tell her you love her.”

“I’ll tell her.” For a moment he stood still, looking at her, then he turned and left. Hera heard the door lock behind him.

She put her head down on her folded arms and wept.

#cut scenes and concept writing #other side au tag #as always comments are appreciated

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aharris00britney · 5 years ago

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The Sims 4: Moschino Stuff Mini CAS Review

This will be showing some of my personal favorite pieces from the Moschino Stuffpack for both male/female Sims along with my thoughts on the pack. Thank you to EA Game Changers Program for giving me the opportunity to explore this Stuffpack and create this post.

Overall: The CAS Content is very limited swatches wise and quantity wise. Everything has a specific style that you probably would have to LOVE to base buying the pack off CAS alone.

Female hairs for this pack are nice. I really dislike the long hair without the CC hairline I am using though (linked at the end of this post). The curly hair is def my favorite, and it looks really good on male Sims imo. I wish it had a little less volume but a cc creator will do that in the next few days I am sure. | HQ pic

Male hairs are, as usual, lacking in this pack. We got another cut and dry shaved hair. I think the curly hair is a great addition for male Sims, but the lack of originality for male hairs annoys me. Island Living had the same issue with I think only 2 male designated hairs? | HQ pic

This set is something that I thought I was going to like off of the pictures I saw prior to going in CAS for myself. I ended up only seeing what could’ve been when I looked at it in game though ;n; the top works with basically no EA bottoms because it is cropped but also not cropped? and the zipper texture on the skirt looks very LQ compared to the 3D meshed zippers the top has. I would have loved to see a dress in this style similar to the girl in the far left of this image. The matching shoes are nice, but the extra 3 swatches on them makes me think that there were more swatches planned for the outfit itself and they never got around to being made/finished. | HQ pic

More matching sets... that won’t be able to be mix n matched with other CAS items. They are nice together but the gold/black female outfit literally only has 2 swatches which like.. what is DIS hunny. The male tracksuit looking thing would be better imo without the over branding. I understand the pack is literally moschino but this is one of the only items that is actually branded. The front logo should’ve been enough imo. At least it has more swatches then black and gold girlie. | HQ pic

I see people hating the English text on these shirts and I agree they would’ve been better in simlish for sure. However, the English doesn’t bother me enough to not find the designs cute though. Perfect sleepwear imo. | HQ pic

These two items are the only other two things from this pack I enjoyed looking at. The male boot are super good looking imo, I just wish there was a white swatch since that is a popular style of combat boots (I think those are combat boots). The 3 swatches they come with are nice. Just wish there were more. The swimsuit is something I was surprised to like so much, it has nice swatches with different colored plumbobs that is a nice touch and I can see myself using these two pieces the month out of the pack. | HQ pic

End Thoughts

Although the CAS content is very underwhelming for a fashion company inspired pack, it is just a stuffpack. I will say that the build & buy mode items are super nice in my opinion. I love the vibe they give and I enjoyed building a little apartment using the new stuff over the weekend. As far as the gameplay/career goes, the new career is a nice expansion of the photography skill but for it being introduced for the 3rd time now I feel like they should’ve done more with it. I didn’t dive that deep into it however so I could have missed some stuff from the career.

CC USED

► Brunette high pony hair with the bangs is a WIP of mine

► Hairline used for hair previews - XX

► Earrings in hair previews - XX

► Blonde/pink ombre hair - XX

► Nails - XX

#TS4MoschinoStuff #EAGameChangers #EA Game Changers #the sims 4 #TheSims4 #S4 #TS4 #i spent way to long taking hq screenshots just for tumblr to kill them #so i put links to the HQ versions ;n;#the brunette hair with bangs is a WIP of mine if u didn't read the post #so no wcifs pls

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gaamagirl565 · 5 years ago

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Matters of the heart S2 ep 7

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 7 How the tides turn Special thanks to @1a-lchemist for help with the Romanian {OPENING CREDITS} {Zapada comes down the stairs to see Isaiah sewing something} Zapada: Copilul meu? Isaiah: Oh! Good morning Zapada! Zapada: what happens here? Isaiah: oh, I’m sewing something for my baby brother or sister! Zapada: May I see? {Isaiah holds up a tiny red bear with jingle bells attached to the limbs} Zapada: Ohhh! Isaiah! That is so…*sobs* Isaiah:...Zapada? {Zapada pulls him into a tight hug} Isaiah: ACK! Zapada: Copilul meu dulce! {Varian walks in with a cup of tea but stops when he sees them} Isaiah: Dad! Wait! Save me! {Varian sneaks back out} Isaiah: Ah!..W-wait!...no! You traitor!! {Varian smirks and goes to walk away when a villager runs through the front door; Varian drops his teacup and Zapada and Isaiah are immediately at attention} Villager: Varian! Sir! Message from the King and Queen! Varian: What’s wrong? Villager: The cult made an unprovoked attack on a neighboring kingdom! Multiple casualties, homes destroyed and crops burnt… {Isaiah gasps and Varian covers his mouth in horror} Varian: a-anything else? Villager: The King and Queen are going with a small group to help aid the survivors. The Queen requests the Royal engineer’s attendance. Varian: Understood. Tell Rapunzel I’m on my way. Villager: As you wish sir. The group will leave at noon. {The villager leaves and Varian hurries over to his desk and begins packing a satchel; Zapada walks over to him} Zapada: Varian? Varian: I don’t understand...they’ve never made an unprovoked attack before… {She takes his hand} Zapada: are you alright? Varian:...I’m...I’m fine…*he brushes her cheek*...I’m just confused and I feel like I could have prevented this... Zapada: Perhaps we have answers when we get there? Varian: We? Zapada: Isaiah and I are going with you! Varian: Zapada no! You’re too heavy with child! I won’t risk losing all of you. Zapada: Varian! Te iubesc, dar oprește această protejare obsesivă stupidă sau te voi sugruma până la ultima răsuflare!

{Isaiah looks on shocked and Varian shrinks back} Varian: I...Have no idea what you just said but I feel like I should fear for my life... Isaiah: Dad please let the severely hormonal albino lady go with you...I don’t wanna die. Varian: *sigh*....fine Zapada: good...I go pack my saddlebag… {She walks away; Varian slumps against his work bench} Varian:....Get married dad said...it’ll be fun dad said...ugh. {Cut to the forest with Noremoth sitting in a tree with Catalina} Catalina: haha! Stop it! Noremoth: and why would I do that? You make the funniest face! Boop the nose! Catalina: haha...I can’t believe your mission is almost over… Noremoth: yeah… Catalina: You’re gonna come back sometime right? You’re super fun to hang out with… Noremoth:...*sad smile*...Yeah...I’ll be coming back. Keira: Hey love birds! Catalina: Keira! Stop calling us that! We’re not “love birds”! Keira: Whatever, Eugene and Rapunzel need us… Catalina: what for? Keira: that cult attacked another kingdom last night. {Noremoth jumps down} Noremoth: WHAT!? Catalina: You know about them? Noremoth:....yeah… I heard of them...I have to go… {Noremoth runs over and mounts his horse} Noremoth: Catalina it was lovely to meet you...Keira...bye…. {He gallops off; cut to Isaiah on a horse looking conflicted and Eugene notices and rides up next to him} Eugene: Hey kiddo. You alright? Isaiah: yeah...just...I kinda feel like this is my fault. Eugene: W-what? How? Isaiah: I made the cult mad cause I attacked miss Cass...and then she attacked me and now I have some of her power. And...now they’re attacking innocent people and it’s all because they want the moonstone sliver! {Pink magic crackles around him} Eugene: Hey easy buddy...deep breaths okay? Isaiah: sorry… Eugene: it’s not your fault..these people are...unstable...they’re crazy with anger and I bet half of them aren’t even angry they just are cruel and bloodthirsty. Isaiah: Then how do we stop them? {Rapunzel rides up} Rapunzel: With Corona spirit! Eugene: Sunshine! Rapunzel: We’ll all get through this...it may seem bleak and hopeless at times but as long as we have each other and keep the faith we’ll make it through. {Isaiah smiles at her} Eugene: Oh my god… {Isaiah looks and gasps in horror as they ride up to the kingdom; in the distance, Noremoth rides over a hill and sees the carnage and looks shellshocked; the place is practically burnt to the ground with people trying to dig through the remains and set things back in place} Varian:...They’ve never gone this far. Rapunzel:...Varian go with Eugene and help make plans to rebuild, Angry and Catalina look for survivors, Zapada and Isaiah you can help the wounded, I’m going to go find the leader here and get what happened. All: Yes you’re majesty… {Everyone goes to do their respective jobs and of in the background Noremoth skulks in the shadows looking at the destruction in utter horror} Noremoth:...I don’t understand...why did they…? {He steps on something and it crunches; he lifts his foot and picks up a singed toy wooden horse; his eyes widen and he drops it and covers his mouth as he runs over to a wall and gags; after a few moments he just rubs his head against the stone wall} {begin song “fighting”} {NOREMOTH} So many things happen in a year

But mostly bloodshed paints all my time I watch eyes fill with fear So many things in my life I regret but still I’m fighting So many days I wondered “was my birth a crime?” But as I grew I realized my only crime

Was being an orphan! “A drain on society” “a filthy pest” Well maybe now they’ll feel Remorseful. As I run my sword through their chest So many times I wonder is it worth it? To keep on going or to give up and die. My existence until now had no meaning. So why? Why do I keep Fighting!? I see the destruction that I cause and kills me It kills me deep inside. I hear children cry the same cry I did I wish to help but my hands are tied I ask in my mind that they forgive me. So why? Why do I keep fighting? Oh, why? I’m fighting… But why...do I still fight?

{End song with Noremoth wiping his tears and overhearing talking and he lurks closer in the shadows to evesdrop} Kingdom leader: It was just terrible you’re majesty...we stood no chance… Rapunzel: Just take a breath and try to explain it. Kingdom leader: Well they came in the middle of the night... none of us were expecting them. they were like animals. setting fire to everything, pillaging, they killed a great many of us, but I know what they mainly wanted, they broke into the treasury of our kingdom... they took so much I fear for my people… there was one woman who I assume is the leader once she had what she needed from our Treasury she told her band to retreat... but by then... the damage has already been done. {Noremoth growls with anger and slinks away} Rapunzel: I assure you Corona will do whatever they can to help this Kingdom get back on their feet… Kingdom leader: Thank you, your majesty… {Cut to evening and Isaiah walks over to a basin and washes blood from his hands with a sigh} Varian: Hey buddy… Isaiah: Dad… {Isaiah hugs Varian and snuggles into his torso} Varian: Rough day? Isaiah: a lot of these people are really hurt...Dad, why are people so mean? Varian:...That...That’s a good question, buddy. And unfortunately, I don't think anyone will ever have the answer to that one. {Zapada walks over} Zapada: Isaiah was quite the little helper today... he helps me tend a lot of burns and cuts today. He’s a little hero. Varian: tell me something I don't already know. {Isaiah smiles and suddenly Zapada jumps and grabs her stomach} Zapada: Oh! Varian: Zapada!? Are you alright!? Zapada: I’m fine!...little one is kicking me!..wanna feel? {Isaiah nods and gently puts his hand on her stomach} Isaiah: ….wow...hi there!... Varian: we still need to decide on a name… Zapada: we said Clover for girl...we need boy name. Isaiah: I got one! Varian: Oh ho...really? Let’s hear it. Isaiah: Sterling! Zapada: Sterling? Varian: Like sterling silver? Pfft.. {Zapada smacks his vest} Varian: OW! Zapada: act nice! Isaiah: *laughs* {Cut to the Cult HQ where Larkspur sits drinking from a goblet; Noremoth then storms in and walks up to her} Noremoth: YOU HEARTLESS WENCH! Larkspur: Well you're back... how was your mission did you learn any valuable information? Noremoth: Yeah I learned your backstabbing cutthroat! Larkspur: oh am I now? Noremoth: you knew I would never agree with a plan to pillage and commit genocide Larkspur: I wouldn't call what we did “genocide”. {Noremoth slaps the drink from her hand} Noremoth: what would you call it then!? did you even see what you left behind!? both men, women, and children slaughtered like pigs! when I joined this movement I joined because I too wanted to see a new world order and I also wanted Corona to pay for what they did to me. I did not join to slaughter countless innocent civilians. do we even need the money you stole!? or was this just a little fun Rendezvous for you!? Larkspur: you know how the men can get...they tend to get a little tense when they haven't battled something in a while. and our vessel did need the exercise. I needed to make sure her powers were still at full potential. well potential enough without the moonstone that is. Noremoth: this is not what we originally stood for. Larkspur: is that so? and pray tell how do you plan to fix it in your little mind? {Noremoth unsheathes his swords} Noremoth: it's time we got back on track. Larkspur:... are you truly sure you want this, Norie? {Noremoth swings his sword at her and she blocks it with her dagger} Larkspur: you filthy bugger… {Larkspur shoves him away and they circle one another} Larkspur: who would have thought this is how it ends? you know I did like you, Noremoth. Noremoth: no you didn't…. {she shoots some throwing knives at him; he deflects them with his sword and charges her; Cassandra hears the fighting from her cell} Cassandra: What the hell? Larkspur: Urgh! Noremoth: you know I always wondered why you never listen to me but now that I'm fighting you I think I finally understand. Larkspur: oh really? Noremoth: your pathetic little girl who's had nothing go right for her in life. what's wrong mommy and daddy didn't love you enough? {Larkspur charges with a scream and swings down at him; they lock swords} Noremoth: admit it I'm right! aren't I!? you're pathetic and scared, and were pushed around all your life! you put on this front acting like you care but in reality, you don't care at all you just want everyone to suffer under your thumb for the crappy hand you were dealt! you're no better than a whiney child! {Larkspur punches him and Noremoth falls back on the ground; Larkspur goes to jump on him with a knife and cuts his arm but he kicks up and flips her over; Larkspur lands harshly on the ground} Larkspur: AUGH! {Noremoth gets up and points his sword at her and wipes the blood from his lip} Noremoth: as I said before... pathetic. you don't even know how to fight. Larkspur: ….. that maybe but I do have one thing that you will never have… Noremoth: and that is? {suddenly swords are at his throat with cult members surrounding him} Larkspur: I have faithful followers… Cult member 1: what should we do with him, Mistress? Larkspur: Throw him in the dankest little cell that we have here... and let him rot for the time being... I'll figure out what to do with him eventually… Cult member 1: yes mistress… {The grab Noremoth and drag him away} Larkspur: Buh-bye Norie… {He’s taken to a cell and harshly thrown in; Cassandra looks up and sees him in the cell across from her; Noremoth groans and clutches his injured arm; Cassandra tears part of her clothes} Noremoth: Urgh!... Cassandra: Hey!... {Noremoth looks up and sees her toss some bread with a cloth wrapped around it to his cell} Cassandra: tie the cloth around your arm tightly... it'll stop the bleeding. and I was saving that bread but you can have it… Noremoth: ...Thank you… {END CREDITS}

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Work Day Part: 3

Once the wall closed behind Wilford, Black sat down and let out the biggest sigh. “God this is going to be a long one I can tell. Will almost killed me and could of when he slammed the wall behind me that was just luck there.”

Black stood and exited from the entry room to go see what Sargent Robinson had for him next. He found her in the security room looking at the camera feeds. Each giant had a camera in there room and then there was some throughout the whole facility.

“Well Black that was very interesting to watch most times we lose the new ones on entry day. Thought we lost you both times, we are going have to train you to handle them more. Around here we run the show they are just here because we let them be here, and we chose to let them live.” She turned back and look at Wilford cam feed in the feed you see him walking back and fourth talking to himself. “ How about we turn on and see what this monster talking about shall we.” She turns on the sound and Black started to hear what Will had to say.

“Speaking to me as if I'm lower than him, that little creature! If I didn't have this *thing*, around my neck, he'd be crushed in my hand already." He paced back and forth in the cell dragging his claws along the walls. "My name put everyone in fear, now I'm being put at the will of.. humans. How shameful."

She turned off the sound and looked at Black. “You see what I mean they don’t think anything of us, we are just things that are lower then them and should be following their orders, or doing what they say as if we were their pets.” She thought for a bit then Sighed “Black we did some digging to see who this giant was and well we have no idea no hunter has ever came back to tell us who he is so as of now he is a John Doe in the systems. Your task is to find out who he is and to make sure this one lives, he is to great a prize to have die on us. The power he has will come in hand with the work around hear and we could use him to help hunt other giants.”

“Yes mam, that sounds like a easy task to do, I’ll start tomorrow with putting him to work.”

He salutes and walks out the security room, while walking down the hall he couldn’t shake what the giant had said. Wilford thought so low of his kind, that he would of just up right and killed black with no hesitation. Black now saw what all the upper commanders meant, these things are just monsters who would do anything to get out. Black walked by Wilford cell one last time before heading home for the day. “Tomorrow I’m going to put him in his place and he is going to know who runs the show around here”

The next day in Briefing he meet the captain and the other new recruits who started with him. You hear a guard yell “ attention! Captain Night here to give you today’s briefing.” Night looked at all 20 new people and had this look as if he knew half wouldn’t make it in the first three months.

“Alright Rookies my name is Captain Night I am the founder and head officer of this jail.” He pointed at three of the rookies “You three get your giants suited up they are going to the arena since they are up on death row, and for the love of god don’t end like the their old officers and get crushed by them. The rest of you can have them either work in the fields, build, or take them out hunting for new gladiators for the arena. That’s the mission for this month we will call you if plans change. Good luck to you all” He turned and walked out the room, everyone else went to their giants and got to work.

Black started to make his way to where Wilford’s cell was, just like when he was in entry Will was trying to bang his way out. Black talked in to his radio to head control “Open cell 71419.” The cell door slide open and Will stepped out giving black the most death look as he stared down at him on the walk way.

“Alright Colonel time for you to make your earning here you can work out in the fields today, build or serve your time this month helping hunt your own kind it’s your choosing” black knew he didn’t like being called Colonel but he did it just to push the beast buttons.

Wilford wanted nothing more than to kill the little thing where he stood but for his own sake only growled loudly. The last he wanted to do was kill his own that didn't deserve it. "Take me to the fields." If looks could kill, the way Wilford was glaring at Black, he'd be dead ten times over. Black could feel this look and it sent shivers down his spine. “Fields it is come on start walking, and no funny business it wont end well for you...trust me.” Black started to flash the remote and Will just growled and started walking.

It was a bit of a way to hit the outside where the fields where so black decided to ask "So will in the cell you said we would fear if we knew your name or we should... why should us hunters be scared of a giant that could get caught by us?"

Wilford stopped in his tracks, black could hear this low growling coming from the giant. "I was only caught because you creatures played dirty. You all talk big now because you have me, but before, even the thought of you hunters being in my presence made even the so called bravest quake in terror." Wilford tilted his head at Black, eyeing him down like prey, eye slit but not red. "Just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm done in. I suggest, if you don't wish to be our dinner, you watch your tiny backs." Wilford stood up straight, puffed out his chest and huffed.

Black saw the looks in Wilford’s eyes, this beast really think he is better then us. “ Well these tiny backs caught you with easy. Also this tiny back holds your life in their tiny hands, so I think it’s time you start learning who your talking to boy” Black could tell this was going to be a long life with this one, he could now see why no one ever came back to report about this one. The bravest of the Association was probably played with, tortured, then killed so no word got out about him and we could never find the body’s.”But wait we never heard anything about you none of those hunters ever reported back to HQ...so what happened to them.” Wilford just look down to where black was on the walkway and laughed while patting his stomach. Black knew what that ment the reason why no one came back, the reason why no body’s were found is because this monster ate his comrades. Black didn’t know what to say he wanted to just kill him right now, but he would lose his job and that’s not worth it.

When they got to the fields you saw a huge wall with hunters patrolling it armed. On the ground you saw some on horse back keeping a closer eye on the giants while they worked, some where planting and others where either watering plants or picking crops. The hunters that where on horse back looked to be the ones assigned to that giant ready encase anything were to go on. While Wilford was taking in the site of what was happening he saw one of the giants collapse from being in the heat all day. The hunter assigned to that giant started yelling at it “Come on you lazy dog get up and get back to work you’re not done for the day.” He hit his button and the giant started yelling, the yelling stopped and slowly tries to get up with no luck. Will saw what was happening and started to make his way to help but his collar ends up shocking him and he drops to a knee. He could hear a horse running near him and on it was Black. “Now Wilford I didn’t tell you to move did I, your job is not to help them but to work so grab a basket and get picking.”

"If you keep doing that he's going to fall unconscious. " Wilford growled out, trying to stand up to his feet, he didn't want that giant to pass out in the baking heat.

Black was started to get annoyed with how Wilford kept trying to do whatever he wanted, as if he was top giant in here and the rules didn’t apply to him. “Well that’s not your problem colonel I brought you out here to work not be a hero!” Black hits the button on the remote again “Now go grab a basket and get to work or else.”

Wilford fell over, holding his neck. Wilford's head snapped over to Black, his eyes red. He looked over at the downed giant and his "caretaker" and back to Black before his eyes slowly faded back to pink. He grumbled and growled lowly, standing up and got a basket and went to work.

Black rode the horse as Will went to work finally. “Now see how easy it is to just listen and follow my orders. But since you tried to do your own thing and not follow orders you lost your food for tonight and tomorrow morning. You have to learn that around here we run things and there are consequences to you not listening. So get use to following orders, because this is your new life.”

As the day finished out in the fields and the sun started setting Will’s work day was over. “Alright Wilford days over put the basket up and head for the showers, then straight to your cell for the night.” You see the giant stand up and wipe the dirty off his hands. As he walked pass black he had this look like he wanted to just kill him all afternoon, but headed in took a shower and made his way to the cell he waited for the the door to open. “This is Black open cell 71419 were done for the day.” Wilford walks in and sits on his bed, as the door shuts you hear Will tell black “I hope your ready for a bumpy ride, because first chance I get your mine.”

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