#is it that easy to dump your fav like that

[maplesyrupsainz]

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pairing: lando norris x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none rly it's jus fun & fluff

summary: in which you love causing mischief and mayhem and both of your fans eat it up

a/n: i liked this request but had no idea how to rly like execute it in fic at all but i had the idea just to have them being silly on the tl hahah hope that works ok & u guys like it?! sorry if it's shorttt

request!!!: idea!!! omg have you seen that girl on tiktok, i think she goes by dj mandy, and she pretends to be a serious dj and mashups the most random songs with a straight face,,, im picturing landos girlfriend with that type of humour in a fic😭

fc: various blonde girls from pinterest

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landonorris ok

landonorris why do you always pick these random pics of me to post like we dont have any nice pics ?

yourusername funnyy

landonorris ur the only one laughing

oscarpiastri not true

danielricciardo i laughed too

carlossainz55 and me

landonorris oh great. her minions are here

user5 i love y/n's aesthetic photo dumps being ruined by lando 💀

user6 nah it adds to the vibes imo

user7 my fav wag

user8 she's soo funny she doesn't care what anyone thinks at all 💀

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yourusername ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff rufffff

yourusername thts my man thts my man

yourusername awoooo awoo awoo 🌙

carlossainz55 what you doing right now

yourusername howling at the moon. you?

landonorris dont question her carlos

yourusername omg. he's defending my weird behaviour ...... 😊

landonorris well yes. no one else will

carlossainz55 🤨🤨🤨

user12 he is so pretty

user13 omg lol at y/n going feral in the comments 💀

user14 im obsessed with her

user15 my fav couple ever

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yourusername on tht gang shittt

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landonorris what you on about gang shit for

yourusername isnt it cool

landonorris no not at all

yourusername right well i heard george say it

georgerussell63 liar

yourusername someone british said it

georgerussell63 well it wasnt bloody me

user16 y/n getting bullied in the comments by british men 💀

user17 awww her & lando r so in love even tho they are always bullying eachother

user18 lol she's so funny

user19 as if george russell would ever say something like gang shit 😭

yourbff "gang shit" & there's absolutely no one else in the pics apart from ur bf on a tv

landonorris right? that's what im saying

yourusername ok sorry for using it incorrectly i'll do better next time.

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yourusername on that gang shit for real this time

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landonorris this one i'll allow however why am i last

lilymhe dont take it personally lando

yourusername u deserve it for bullying me about saying gang shit

alex_albon it's true you barely even deserve a spot at all lando

landonorris right well you guys are mean

carlossainz55 hey bestie hey bestie hey bestie hey bestie

landonorris stop harassing my girlfriend

yourusername hey carlos miss you

user20 not carlos spamming hey bestieee

user21 omgg i didnt know she's friends with alex and lily

user22 she's lowkey friends with everyone😭😭

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danielricciardo if you guys actually broke up and her first reaction to it was to post taylor swift lyrics with a george russell meme you have every right to be mad

yourusername LOL soo valid

landonorris i wouldn't even be surprised if she did this

danielricciardo me neither

yourusername urm i would never do that

oscarpiastri you sure?

yourusername not you too oscar 😔

user26 AWWW

user27 this is lando's equivalent of a dog pissing on a lamppost

user28 marking his territoryyyyy iktrrr

yourbff aww you love her for real

landonorris well duh have you seen her.

user29 AWWWW soppy lando

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lilymhe will challenge you for best wag spot

yourusername tbh i'd let you have it

lilymhe awww we can share it 🥰

user30 aww y/n being srs for once

user31 AHH my favs

user32 favs being soppy & cute on main 🥰

user33 y/n is so me. weird & cute!

user34 fr she's just one of the girls

user35 no literally i want her to be my bff

landonorris not you being nice and normal for once

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landonorris right well. nevermind

yourusername I LOVE YOU!!!

landonorris i love you more sweetheart

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[ranhaitanisgf]

hi!! can you write an oneshot of yuuji confessing his love to reader with the help of the first years and gojo? you are my fav writer!! ily bye<3

just confess already!!

synopsis: yuuji just can't get you out of his head!! maybe his friends and teacher can help?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ first req for jjk !! it took a long time to write this bc i wasnt sure if i was characterizing everybody right, so lmk how i did !! thank you so much anon for requesting this idea; it was soso cute !! i hope you all enjoy ! xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ yuuji itadori x fem!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.1k+

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“idiot.” a harsh slap on the back of his head made yuuji yelp out in surprise and slight pain, clutching the back of his head. “if you keep staring like that she’s gonna notice, y’know.” he pouted a bit as nobara sat herself next to him, sipping a smoothie as the two of them watched you train with maki. 

“whatever…” he mumbled, setting his head on his hand. nobara watched him for a moment, the kicked puppy look on his face making her let out a breath, sighing. 

“i can’t enjoy your struggle with love if you look like that.” yuuji didn’t respond to her comment, making her roll her eyes. “hey, stop ignoring me and listen. you have the love expert sitting right next to you and you’re not even gonna ask me anything?” 

“you’ve never even had a boyfriend.” 

“hey!! i’m not gonna help you if you start being a little shit!” she yelled, huffing as she took another sip of her smoothie. 

as nobara looked at yuuji, she had to admit that it was strange to see him like this. it was odd to see yuuji so down in the dumps and not talking excitedly about something stupid, (not that she really cared. it was just an observation). 

“...you gonna confess to her?” 

“confess to who?!” 

“aah!” nobara screamed as she jumped, her cup almost slipping from her grasp. gojo peeked his head out between yuuji and nobara, his face twisting in feigned pain. 

“woah! don’t go screaming so loud, nobara! you’re gonna burst my eardrums!” the man whined, dramatically clutching his ears. 

“well maybe don’t go sneaking up on people like that!! i could’ve dropped my smoothie!!” she complained, clutching her smoothie much closer. despite the sudden appearance and scare from gojo, yuuji hadn’t even moved a muscle, his cheek still squished up against his hand as he watched you, your training partner now being panda. 

“sorry! but what’s got our vessel so down in the dumps? he get rejected?” 

“he’s gotten himself rejected in his mind before even confessing.” 

“ahhh, young love. so tragic!” gojo exclaimed dramatically. “so, who is it? hmmm…” gojo’s head turned to yuuji, matching his gaze until he saw you. “woah, (y/n)! what’re you gonna do?” 

“dunno…panda said she’s totally into some guy from kyoto…” nobara raised a brow at his words, scrunching her brows as she thought for a moment. 

“panda is a big fat liar. (y/n)-chan does have a crush on someone, but-” 

“you know who she has a crush on?!” yuuji suddenly asked, his voice raising two octaves and his jaw almost dropping. “who is it?!” 

“i’m not gonna break girl code for you, stupid! all i’ll say is that panda is completely wrong and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” she stated, making an ‘x’ symbol with her fingers. “you’ll be fine, so just confess already.” 

“i don’t even know how to do that! it looks so easy in those romance movies…” yuuji said, completely unaware of what she had just implied. 

“you watch romance movies? actually, why does that make complete sense- nevermind! stop being a coward! girls don’t like men who are cowards!” nobara confidently stated. “you’ve gotta be confident and tell your feelings unashamedly! be bold! be fearless!” 

the little pep talk had no effect on yuuji, the boy just sighing and standing up when he noticed that you were finished with training. before he could get up and walk away, gojo suddenly grabbed him from under his armpits, easily lifting him up and walking away with him, (yuuji’s flapping and flailing had absolutely no effect). 

nobara had stayed seated, staring at the scene for a couple moments and wondering if she should get herself involved, (teenage boys are so much trouble, after all). despite the fact that she could do much better things with her time, she ultimately decides to get up and follow them. see, she’s thinking for her future self! the future her wouldn’t be able to enjoy the small moments of peace and quiet if yuuji was constantly moping and feeling sorry for himself, so she has to intervene now for her own self preservation! 

“hey, let go of me!” 

“we have to fix this, stat! i wouldn’t be a good teacher if i didn’t help you out!” 

“i’m not asking for your stupid help! have you even had a girlfriend before, sensei?!” gojo gasped at yuuji’s words, shaking him a bit as he continued to carry him to wherever he was taking him, (nobara isn’t sure why she decided to help, actually. this was ruining her peace and quiet). 

“ouch! you don’t think your own mentor is hot with the ladies?!” gojo suddenly stopped walking when he noticed a familiar black-haired first year who stopped in the doorway to the school, staring at the scene in front of him. 

for a few seconds, megumi stared at gojo, hoping that silence would hopefully be enough to exclude him from whatever was going on right now. 

“megumiii~! come help us with yuuji~!” 

“no thanks.”

“me~gu~mi~!” 

“i’m busy.” 

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you’re not sure what’s going on right now. 

you had been walking with maki and panda back from training, the three of you talking about getting a bite to eat somewhere good after taking showers and freshening up, (you felt pretty cool that you were able to hang out with the second-years, so you were pretty excited about it). 

when the three of you had heard a giant racket from behind you, none of you had expected to turn around and find gojo and the other first years restraining yuuji as they were sprinting your way at quite the alarming speed, (gojo was holding yuuji like a cat, his hands under his armpits while megumi and nobara were half-heartedly crouch-running while holding his legs). 

“aahhh!! let me go!! let go!!” yuuji was yelling, trying his best to wrangle himself out of gojo’s grip. 

“what in the world…” you said in shock, preparing to get out of the way since they didn’t seem to be slowing down, (would they willingly crash into all you? nah…right?). 

they all suddenly stopped right in front of you, unceremoniously dropping yuuji. he didn’t lose his balance though, standing up straight away and throwing his hands up in anger. 

“hey!! what’s the big idea here?!” he was yelling, his face twisted in confusion and frustration. “you can’t just pick me up and take me wherever you want!!”

“actually, i can! maki, panda!! let’s scram!!” gojo said, a big smile on his face as he started shooing them off. 

“hah? why should we-?” 

“c’mon c’monnnn! listen to your teacher for once!” gojo interrupted, taking hold of both of their shoulders and pulling them along with him. “ oh, and (y/n)! yuuji has something to say to you!” megumi and nobara followed behind him as they shook their heads, leaving you and yuuji staring at them in shock as they all walked away. 

“what the hell just happened…?” you asked, your question hanging in the air as you watched them all promptly exit the scene, (you could still hear maki arguing with gojo in the distance which you thought was a bit funny). 

yuuji didn’t answer your question, his jaw hanging wide open as he watched everyone walk away and leave him there. 

“uh, yuuji…? you alright? gojo-sensei said you have something to say?” you asked, a bit concerned. yuuji was finally looking at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, (were his cheeks pink? are you imagining things?). it was odd to see him acting so timid, especially when he was usually so excited and friendly. maybe he was finally making a move? 

no, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. 

“i…uhh…” he managed to let out, his hands moving to his head to mess with his hair. you nodded patiently, waiting for him to say something. 

“yes?” 

“i…you…uhhhh…” he shook his head, his hands suddenly slapping his cheeks. “i like you!!” he exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut. “i really like you and panda said that you liked a guy from kyoto so i wasn’t going to say anything but nobara said i should go for it and i wasn’t going to but then gojo-sensei dragged me all the way here so i kinda feel like i have to say it now! i’m sorry!!!” you stared as he talked, not even taking a breath between his sentences as words poured out of his mouth. at the end of it he bowed deeply to you, his arms stiff at his sides. 

all you could do was stare at him for a few moments, his talking being too fast for your brain to process all at once. the silence was thick over the two of you as he anxiously waited for an answer from you, whose eyes were blown wide as you realized what was happening right now. 

the first thing you did was gently grab his shoulders, pulling him up from his bow and smiling at him, your hands moving to hold his, (you found it cute that his palms were sweating a bit). 

the second thing you did was giggle a bit at his flushed and embarrassed expression; you didn’t think you’d ever see him like this, but you were glad that you were. 

“yuuji! i thought you would never say anything! i like you too~!” now he was the one staring at you with wide eyes, his gaze flicking down to look at your joined hands, then back up to your smiling face. 

“me? you like me?!” he asked in shock. 

“of course, silly!” you answered, squeezing his hands a bit. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. i was waiting for you to realize!” yuuji continued gaping at you, his shock extremely evident on his face. “was it really not that obvious?” 

“i’m kinda stupid, so i didn’t know…” he mumbled, his eyes staring deeply into your own, almost as if he was searching for your feelings in them. a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, his shock melting away as he gave you the most genuine and happy grin you’ve ever seen in your life, (you’re being blinded!!). 

“will you let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, lacing your fingers together. “i can’t say that i’m the smartest and i can’t say that i’m the strongest, but i will do my best to make you happy!” 

there was a particular shine of complete and utter love in his brown eyes that beamed a light straight into your heart; a complete k.o!

“guh, yuuji…” you said, your head dropping down. “my heart…” 

“what?! are you okay, (y/n)??” 

“ahhh, you’re so cute…!” you exclaimed, popping your head back up to beam at him. “let’s go do something!! right now!” 

“r-right now!? where-?!” you cut his words off by starting to drag him with you, beginning to jog a bit. he confusedly jogged behind you, but despite his confusion his hand held yours in a firm grip, blindly following your lead as you led the both of you down the halls. 

“somewhere! wherever we find something cool!” you giggled, going outside the school and leading him in the direction of the city. “let’s get some good food! oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something! didn’t you want to watch that worm movie?” 

“human earthworm 4? seriously?! you’ll see it with me??” yuuji asked, his expression dumbfounded and elated at the same time. 

“of course! i would do anything if it was with you!” 

“h-huh?! anything?!”

“yep! anything!” you smiled, looking back at him. his cheeks were completely flushed by this point, the pink shade being darker than his hair color. even more obvious than his flustered state though was how happy he was; his face was contorted in the most beautiful grin you think you’ve ever seen and you almost trip over your own feet because you’re so happy too. 

“...i-i would do anything too! if it was with you!” he exclaimed, unconsciously helping you jump over a big root in the pathway. “i think anything would be good if it had you!” 

“do you mean it?” 

“of course i do!! i feel like you always have this sort of aura that’s just like whoosh! and then i just feel better, even if my lunch got stolen out of the fridge!” 

“haha, i have an aura? don’t worry though, i’ll protect your lunches from now on!! you won’t need my aura because-!” 

“no, i do need your aura! always!” 

“hmm, well i guess we could arrange that, right?” you mused, giggling. yuuji’s eyes drifted to his view of your smile, your joyful expression making his heart go ten times faster than it already was. 

hey! not that he’s complaining…it’s really nice, so….his heart rate be damned!! 

yuuji doesn’t know if there’s a god out there or a higher power, but he hopes that he can be able to relive this moment with you forever, (would it be too much for him to ask to be with you forever? it would be, right?).

[nevernonline]

✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.” 

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures. 

“Sir, can I ask why?” 

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.” 

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending. 

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses�� like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.” 

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.” 

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber. 

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this. 

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job. 

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’ 

“Okay, so society is regressing.” 

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21. 

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result. 

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.” 

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor. 

[3:44pm]. 

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency” 

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time? 

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you. 

Y/n: got it see you in five. 

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women. 

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway. 

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!” 

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?” 

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“ 

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?” 

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz. 

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.” 

“Oh. Okay, let me change.” 

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo. 

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?” 

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.” 

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again. 

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you. 

“She seems nice.” 

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.” 

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?” 

“We don’t have to talk about her.” 

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.” 

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself. 

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.” 

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?” 

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.” 

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.” 

“Right and we will not.” 

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?” 

“Do you really need that answer?” 

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.” 

“17.” 

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal. 

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.” 

“What’s yours?” 

“Maybe 20?” 

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?” 

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.” 

“Bad day?” 

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table. 

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.” 

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?” 

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.” 

“I see. What are you wearing?” 

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?” 

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party. 

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.” 

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.” 

“Anything for you, rich girl.” 

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother. 

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” 

“And what did you expect?” 

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.” 

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric. 

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.” 

“You finish quickly .” 

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.” 

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out. 

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.” 

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?” 

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?” 

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck. 

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.” 

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?” 

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.” 

“Okay, mom. Jesus.” 

“Dad. Daddy, actually.” 

“That's never happening.” 

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot. 

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.” 

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys. 

“Right. Thank you.” 

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.” 

“Bye, Gyu.” 

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door. 

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.” 

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?” 

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.” 

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family. 

Grabbing  a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze. 

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.” 

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.” 

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol. 

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?” 

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.” 

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?” 

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.” 

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.” 

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.” 

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?” 

“Maybe next time.” 

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.” 

“Yep.” 

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book. 

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?” 

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?” 

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?” 

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.” 

“Shall we, sir?” 

“Yes, my girl.” 

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain. 

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember. 

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?” 

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now. 

“Are you going to embarrass me?” 

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.” 

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.” 

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.” 

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?” 

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on. 

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you. 

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.” 

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses. 

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.” 

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk. 

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl. 

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.” 

“What? How did you guess that?” 

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.” 

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple. 

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you. 

Mingyu. 

“What the hell are you doing here!?” 

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.” 

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before. 

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?” 

“I have one.” 

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you. 

“You’re paying.” 

“Yes. That was the plan.” 

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over. 

“Two whiskey sours please.” 

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.” 

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses. 

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?” 

“Yes, thanks John.” 

“Wow first name bases?” 

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?” 

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar. 

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.” 

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?” 

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.” 

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.” 

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.” 

“Do you remember his number?” 

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.” 

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?” 

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.” 

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.” 

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?” 

“Touchè” 

“What about him?” 

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips. 

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.” 

“And let my work go to waste?” 

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body. 

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.” 

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?” 

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.” 

“I see, you have a kink.” 

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.” 

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason. 

“I like seeing you too.” 

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him. 

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame 

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?” 

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?” 

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?” 

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?” 

“She’ll be tied up.” 

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.” 

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass. 

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Is this Mingyu?” 

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.” 

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly. 

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.” 

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.” 

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.” 

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment. 

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.” 

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.” 

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors. 

“Your place or mine?” 

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.” 

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine. 

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment. 

“Come on.” 

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom. 

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.” 

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs. 

“Fuck.” 

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs. 

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria. 

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next. 

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.” 

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?” 

“Eager are we?” 

“Yes.” 

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs. 

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.” 

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more. 

“Comfortable, baby?” 

“Yes, faster please.” 

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”  

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” 

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them. 

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.” 

“Me either, but it’s only round one.” 

“Do you want to do this again?” 

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.” 

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth. 

“Want to stay?” 

“Is that alright?” 

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.” 

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two. 

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”  

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo. 

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.” 

“So I’m your lucky number?” 

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.” 

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head. 

“I dare you.” 

[normalestenstars]

thought: i think it's easy to get mad at people for not understanding your favorite character in a non-malicious manner, but if you think about within a bigger scope... enstars currently has 50+ characters, and 400+ stories. not to mention, the stories themselves are known for being long, long, long reads. it's unrealistic to expect the average fan to know the lore of every single character, especially if they only produce a unit or two

i don't disagree with the fact that people flanderize characters all the time, but honestly... this is not an enstars fandom issue. it's an every fandom issue. shallow engagement tends to lead to shallow interpretation of characters. either way, the point i'm trying to make is that if these polls make you annoyed then use them to lore dump about your favs! using myself as an example, i personally don't have the time nor interest to delve into a lot of the cast, but i like hearing people explain them!

[darlingsfandom]

dark daddy kink with emmett from the quiet place

bless you ✨

" my, oh my.." Emmett mumbled to himself as he watched you stumble on your feet towards him. You appeared to be drunk but in fact you were cold stone sober. Your hands grabbed onto the nearest tree as he stood there watching you gather yourself.

"Damn it!" You cursed out loud when your bare feet met another pine cone. You picked it up and chucked it away before you made your way towards Emmett. You had seen him around before and heard the rumors floating in the air that he's well to put politely ... creepy. He stood there scratching his chin with the tips of his fingers as you approached him. Was it your best idea to approach him ? No. We're going to anyway? Yes.

"Well look at you ! Looking like a brand new baby deer out there." A smirk curled onto his lips when you stood almost face to face with him. His scanned over you to observe that you had a piece of pink ribbon in your hair that looked like a mess, your pink dress looked like it had been through hell since it was covered in dirt and had some rips in it and in your hands were a pair of broken heels.

"You'd look like a baby deer if your boyfriend dumped you in the middle of the woods too! And I mean both literally and figuratively. Fucking asshole. Got all dolled up just for him to leave me in the middle of butt fuck no where! No cell phone, no water, no food! And now I'm here talking to you ! I don't even know you! You could be plotting my death right now and does it even seem like I'd care? No! You'd be doing me fav..." Before you could even finish the word a sharp sting came across your face as his dirty hand strikes your cheeks. Your hand instantly rubbed the sore spot as he inched closer to your face.

"You're a brat. I don't care for brats very much. Spoiled rotten is what you are. You need a lesson." Emmett pushed up against a tree and pinned your hands above your head. "I've known you five minutes and all you've done is bitch! You should be lucky that I don't kill you and the reason is because you seem like a good girl that I could keep is mine. You'd get the shelter you clearly need." His lips brushed against yours but you turned your head only to have it whipped back into his direction. His bright blue eyes burned into your lost little doe ones.

"Just to be clear... there is no choice here. You said yourself... you don't care... you're mine!. And I am not a man to piss off. Are we clear doll? You're mine! And you will do what I say." He spoke through gritted teeth as his dirty hand roamed over your body. You wanted to run but your body fought every logical thought. It had been months since you felt someone else's touch even though you had a boyfriend, he wasn't very good to put the least and here was Emmett. An older man with a beard who lived in the woods and was rugged.

"Do you understand?" He whispered into your ear before giving it a nibble.

"I... please!" A whimper escaped your glossy lips as his fingers yanked down your cotton panties.

"Please what? You're easy aren't ya doll? Just met me and already fucking soaked!" Emmetts fingers ran over your folds slowly and your legs spread like second nature.

"Please daddy!" Your face turned bright red .

"Daddy huh? You got daddy issues baby? How pathetic of you. Meeting a stranger in the woods, letting him finger you and you're calling him daddy already ? I knew you'd be the perfect pet for me. Daddy little pet! Say it!"

"I'm daddy little pet." You moaned out as his two fingers stretched you out. Your eyes rolled back into your head. The fire burning inside of you was intense as Emmett used his other hand to take your tits out of your dress and pull on your nipples causing you to yelp.

"See! I knew you could be a good girl." He pulled his fingers away from your folds before bringing them to your lips and watched as you hungrily sucked his fingers clean. He pulled his finger out of your mouth with a loud pop and grinned as he undid his pants. "Oh look at that... you're a little cock whore for daddy aren't ya? Don't even have my pants down yet and you've already dropped to your knees."

"Mmhmm gotta keep daddy happy so he doesn't hurt me." You gave him a fake pout while stroking his his thighs.

"As if you'd actually be upset that I hurt you. Little whores like you thrive off getting hurt. Smacked you earlier as your pussy was drenched. Could only imagine how wet you'd be if I actually hurt you baby doll." Emmett shoved his boxers down. His hard cock sprung free against his belly. Your eyes scanned over his area and noticed the patch of dark pubes had pre cum in them. Your mouth watered as your hand wrapped around the shaft. A soft groan left Emmett's lips before he took your hand away, rubbed the tip of his cock against your lips to mix the precum with the lipgloss and the shoved the head into your mouth.

"That's a good girl! See I knew you could be good instead of a bitch." He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady himself before looked down into your eyes, moved one hand into your hair and smirked. Before any thought could enter your brain Emmett gripped your hair into a tight fist as his hips bucked forward shoving his fat cock down your throat. He took no mercy thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. Your eyes watered catching your mascara on the way down turning your tears black which turned Emmett on even more. The sounds were animalistic and nasty. You gagged continuously as his cock drilled down your throat. Drool, spit and tears covered your face as Emmett looked down at you keeping the grip on your head to make sure you looked up at him.

"That's it pet , take it. Take daddy's dick. This is all your good for anyways." You reached down to touch your aching clit only to feel another hard slap across the face while he fucked your face. "You get to cum when I say! And right now your going to swallow all of mine." His thrust were getting sloppy as his knees buckled a little bit. Emmett came down your throat with a loud groan. He pulled out slowly to make sure you took every drop. Your throat was sore and you felt disgusting but it felt right.

Before you could say anything, Emmett was already dressed again and had you over his shoulder. "Don't worry pet... daddy's gonna take good care of ya!" He gave you a slap on the ass as he carried you back to what was about to become your new life .

[wikifuck]

Writeblr intro

Hello! I'm KAKi, I go by he/him and I write original fiction (I suppose if I were to find a fandom I liked I would write fanfiction too)

About my writing:

I like writing character-based stories, so my main genre is romance, but I love learning and branching out. I like having a "gimmick" in my work, so I often write fantasy because magic gives more variety.

I like writing short stories and novellas that usually turn into series. I want my work to be easy to jump into and satisfying to put down once you are done reading. This is probably a bad marketing tactic, but I don't mind being unmarketable.

I generally strive to write stuff I would myself want to read. This means grounded, soft and cosy stuff where most conflict comes from the world and not from the relationships. I don't really care for melodrama. I had a traumatic childhood, so I like seeing the characters I like happy and thriving. I also try to keep my casts of characters diverse and nuanced, feeling more like real people than characters. Is this an impossible task? Maybe, but I like having a goal to work toward.

You can find my Wattpad and my first book here. I have so far published a fantasy romance novella, a collection of fantasy short stories and some standalone horror short stories.

My WIPs:

You can find the post containing my WIPs here

Genres:

-Fluffy Romance

-Fantasy

About me:

I was born in 2002 and I live in Finland

I started writing regularly in 2020, but I have been a storyteller all my life. I lost quite a few friends as a kid due to info dumping to them about my stories too much ^^'

I'm neurodivergent and part of the lgbta+ community

I have a fascination with psychology and families/family trees, and I incorporate both into my writing

I would like to be a director of my own show one day

Why am I here?

I started this blog in hopes of finding new friends, finding mentors and peers who like reading/writing and getting feedback on my writing and how to improve the way I write characters from different groups and backgrounds.

I would like to encourage constructive feedback on this page as much as possible. As an autistic person, I find the lack of feedback in my normal life frustrating.

Suggest me things, ask me things, infodump to me about the shit you like, introduce me to your fav Thing and get me to make it my whole personality for a week!

When it comes to beta and alpha reading, I'm of course always looking for new ones as my projects move forward, and I will also do it for you in bite-sized chunks.

For anyone worried about spam liking/reblogging/commenting, don't be. Give me all of it. And feel free to tag me in any games, tho maybe DM me how they work first in case I'm too chickenshit to ask.

[theguardiananatak]

Revanant Livestream Recap

——Revenant——

Seasonal weapons NOT craftable, but are focus farmable similar to BRAVE weapons

Onslaught Salvation: revamp with different enemy types, 3 new maps (widows court is one; mothyards getting update for combat flow), new upgrades (player turret from D1 combined arms, air strike)

Episode exotic weapon: Stasis primary ammo GL

New Scorn enemy, Revenant Baron, respawn mechanic similar to lucent hive guardian

Masterworked double perk versions of seasonal weapons drop from higher rounds (30/40/50) of onslaught

Seasonal weapons

2x fire GL - “Envious Arsenals” perk - damaging with other weapons reloads the weapon, for damage rotations

Handcannon - “Rime Stealer” perk - shattering gives you frost armor

Arc Smg - new perk with jolt interaction

Artifact - stasis focus

GL perks, overload, weaken

Col 1 champs, 2/3/4 equivalent, 5 are pinnacle mods

Returning revamped strike - Inverted Spire

More enemies, mechanics, death lasers, etc

Act II - Hinted at return of a fan fav activity (probably not SRL for Christmas but a Guardian can dream)

New earnable skimmer, Nine themed Xûrfboard, 97 strange coins

Vespers Host - new dungeon

Hooded jacket & bracelet

Top 3 get embroidered jacket with gtag

Icebreaker - dungeon exotic - assists and final blows from other weapons generate Icebreaker ammo, possible interaction with breaking stasis crystals?

Festival of the Lost:

Hunter evil wizard

Warlock evil wizard

Titan good wizard

——Frontiers——

Medium sized expansions, 2 “tentpole” moments to move story forward

Comparable to Rise of Iron size (D1)

Compelling stories with unique experience & post-campaign

APOLLO

metroidvania inspired destination

Nonlinear campaign - choose region and path to explore

25-30 story threads

Narrative: plot pacing is faster, more focused stories

Shaking up storytelling loop with Revenant, then very different in Apollo

Keep the player out in the world & exploring

Frontier Concept Art

location & people we haven’t met yet

Cavernous world to explore, find powerful abilities to uncover secrets at own pace

Creative theme:

1960s music thematic inspiration, early prog, king crimson, slaughterhouse five

“Scavengers reign” tv show inspiration for scifi worldbuilding aspect

“Imagine going to mansion, going to parlor, told there’s a secret door, check the book/statue, suddenly a dead end turns into a new entryway. That’s what we want to build”

New gear chase:

making the players WANT to swap to new tiered armor/weapons

Next Generation Armor: value and easy to understand, play into build crafting identities, fewer stats per armor piece, fewer dump stats (like a low resil roll)

beyond 100stat roll armor, 100-200 str range has chance to grant activate second double melee charges, set bonuses (2-4 pieces for bonuses, can mix and match)

Ex: Tex mechanic set buffs hipfire (cammycakes lol go nuts)

Next Generation Weapons

How to create aspirational weapon chase

Reprised weapons in addition to new weapons

Reprised: getting a new updated version of your fav weapons (chroma rush mentioned), like BRAVE arsenal rollout

Customizable difficulty/modifiers

Create a NEED to chase and craft perfect gear sets to take on max difficulty activities

[man11c]

Can you please make a xavier x Reader BUT it's like the fake dating trope because he wants Binaca to leave him alone but he acts like he hates it but later on it turns into something real? THIS IS MY FAV TROPE

Follow the plan - Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Plot : Xavier asks you to get into a fake relationship to avoid confrontation with Bianca. Will this fake relationship stay fake? Or will one of you catch feelings quicker than expected.

Warning(s): small amount of drinking, very few swear words here n there.

Word count : 3,342

"So I heard you are Xavier are a thing now." It was obvious who was talking to you, it was no other but Bianca who sat crossed-legged and held a thin pen in her hand. If it wasn't for her tone, you'd be able to tell by the sour expression she wasn't happy. "Aha, yeah it's a long story." Yeah right, there was no story at all - the two of you weren't even a thing. Xavier was just fat to desperate to get Bianca to leave him alone. Awkward. You received an unsure look from Bianca as her eyes skimmed you up and down. "Unbelievable." You heard her muttering under her breath while rummaging through her stuff. This was the worst you think to yourself, chewing on the tip of your pen to try reduce the amount of nervousness that brewed inside you. It wasn't easy going around lying about some relationship you had with some guy you were only 'pally' with.

At least Xavier was committed to the role as your fake boyfriend. He came up to you after class, proceeding to reach out to your hand and hold it with a bring smile on his face. His acting wasn't half bad. "I can't wait to get to my dorm." Xavier muttered through his plastered smile. You tried to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his snarky comment. Trying to get out the site of people was hard when Xavier had to stop, like millions of time to talk to a whole assortment of people. Eventually, after what you thought was hours you reached his dorm. Not even a moment after the door shut, your hand was dropped back down to your side.

"Xavier If you hate the idea so much then why the hell did you ask?! You keep complaining even though this was YOUR idea might I tell you." You ask slightly frustrated, rubbing your hand off your blazer to wipe away the thin coat of sweat that has accumulated while you held Xavier's hand - his hands were always so warm. That's beside the point. Xavier was busy dumping his stuff besides his bed, trying to quickly take off one of the many layers he had on. You still stood there like an idiot waiting for some kind of response. But you weren't the patient type, your brows clustered together. Skin folding over as your brows furrowed in sheer annoyance. "Xavier don't avoid the question." You decided to speak up once again, but it only seemed to irritate Xavier more. A loud huff came from him as he threw off his hoodie and turned to you - finally willing to talk.

"Look I have no other option. There's no one else this would work with and this was my last option. Obviously I'm not happy about it." Xavier sneered while looking through his stuff, his voice sounding so sarcastic as if he expected you to know this already. It infuriated you. Gritting your teeth for a brief moment, grounding yourself with a deep breath you became calm once again. "Boohoo, I'm sorry you aren't happy with your own ideas. Maybe if you talked to Bianca-" you talk childishly eyeing Xaviers rigid movements. Xaviers voice overlapped yours. "I have tried talking to her. If you used your common sense you'd think that's the first thing I did."

Biting down on your tongue, keeping down whatever nasty words you had lined up for him. You take in a deep breath. "You make it very hard to act like your partner when you kick off like this." You left the room before that conversation could escalate any further, knowing Xavier's temper that would be highly likely.

"(Y/n) wanna come to my birthday party later on the week, your boyfriend will be there...so you are sorta obliged to go." Ajax's voice cheery as ever, half-lidded eyes staring at you waiting for a reply of some sort. Pondering about it, you weighed out the pros and cons of the situation as you looked off into the blank white wall that was a little too bright. "Sure, sounds good to me." You settle on a decision with a glistening smile on your face. Xavier sat a row behind you, listening carefully to the conversation. Eyes narrow and averted from you but he was all ears. His pencil placed against the untouched page underneath his arms. Since your small argument with him from the week before, he seemed to have changed his attitude towards you.

Staring back into the mirror to see a miserable face staring back at you, was it really a good idea to go to this party? Loud people, incoherent music that just blasts uncomfortably, all sorts of smells mixed to make a perfect concoction of overstimulated. What was there not to love right? You got yourself ready despite all the thoughts rushing through your hair. Adjusting small things before leaving, phone clutched in hand. You looked out of the thin planes of glass, it was already getting dark outside. In attempts to distract yourself.

A few steps into your walk, someone joined your side. Hands shoved deep in their pockets with hair up. It was no other but your quote on quote - boyfriend Xavier. "It would be weird if she showed up at different times, so It's good I caught you now." His voice was low, slightly husky as If he'd just woken up. "You have a fair point I suppose." Xavier slowed down his steps to not outwalk you to the party, you were just strolling. The place where this party was hosted wasn't far from the college you both worked at, thankfully; the walk was painfully silent. Neither of you talking between each other but you could just faintly pick up his shallow breathing. "So, did you get yourself for Ajax? He's your best friend after all." You speak up, breaking the awkward silence that sat like a thick wall between you. Xavier scoffed slightly. "He's already gotten his gift, he's definitely not getting another one from me." A small laugh was forced out of you, it made your shoulders relax and drop naturally down your back.

You weren't even in the building and you heard the music blasting through the walls of the building that was accompanied by nauseating bright lights. Xavier shoots you a quick glance - wishing you luck before you welcome yourself into the noise. "Hey! You both came, and I assumed you weren't going to show up. We are gonna play a few games later on, so go ahead and grab yourself drinks and food." Ajax spoke loudly over the music, trying to out-compete the volume of the music. He looked over to his best friend and Xavier walked away with Ajax into the crowd of people. "Well fucking great." You mutter under your breath, taking a quick glance around to see where you could take shelter. Some familiar faces go by you - Enid and some other people you saw around her before. You greet them with the same generic smile but Enid being Enid... she rushes after you, trying to compose her giddy nature as she approached you.

"Soooo, is it true?" Enid creeps up on you, her bubbly tone matching the sweet look on her face - As always, her outfit was amazing. It took you a moment to muster a reply with the loud music crashing over your thoughts. "Well, yeah if you are talking about me and Xavier." You respond as genuinely as you could, but your mind set on the drinks bar not far from reach. Enid glued to your side, holding your arm in excitement as she squeals. As per usual, she was more excited than you were. "Oh my god! I'm so happy. Do you know how long he's liked you for? Like crazy long! If it wasn't for Binaca getting in the way he would have totes asked you out sooner!" Enid rambled, sounding so relieved by the end of it. She stood there smiling at you, ear to ear. Her white teeth poking from her lips. Don't act surprised. Don't act surprised! You yelled at yourself, slightly freezing after she finished talking.

Your face twisted in a funny expression as you forced out a laugh, grabbing a drink. The glass was so cold against your skin. It helped you cool down. "Aw he never told me that... he must have been so embarrassed to say to." You answer slowly as you peer over the heads of many people, trying to find the tall lanky man. You narrowed your eyes - nitpicking the crowed but he wasn't too far away. Xavier felt eyes on him, he looked up and met eyes with you. A smile appearing on his face as he looked away again from you. "You guys are so sweet, I'm gushing over it." Enid cosied up to your side, wrapping her arm around you pulling you in for a hug. Her fluffy coat brushing against your face, slightly tickling you while you gave into the affectation hug. "Now we both have boyfriends... ohmy! We should go on double dates (y/n)!" Enid gasped as she thought of the idea, her whole face lightly up as she jolted away from you. And all you could do was nod and laugh, pretending like you didn't hear what she said earlier.

Easier said than done, you couldn't forget what she said. Sipping on the same drink for twenty-odd minutes, the glass had gone warm in your hold. You stood on your own by the drink bar where Enid left you after going on and on about all the things you guys should do as a couples. You almost jumped out of your skin when Ajax was suddenly in front of you. Started, you look at Ajax wide-eyed for a few moments. "Jeez... you can't jump up on people." You sigh, sinking back into you'd skin. "Join in the game of truth and dare with a few shots? Each one you miss you take one." That was too many bad ideas.

You shake your head reluctant on the idea scrunching up your nose slightly. "Ehh... I think I'll pass you on that one Ajax." You gave him a weary smile for compensation. Ajax looked at you with a pleading look on his face. "Oh come on, it's my birthday! Have some fun." He didn't give you a choice. Ajax took hold of your arm before dragging you back to the crowed. "Hey!" You call out surprised, but that stopped no one. You were pushed next to Xavier, bumping against his side. Ajax smirking at you. "Thanks for leaving me not even five minutes in." You said while looking up at Xavier. His eyes pierced down on you as the hue of his eyes changed to the flashing lights. He replied with a smug look on his face. It was no use talking to him. You look back down to the ground, slight disappointment brewing in your expression. Eyes picking up the small details of the floor that was slightly shiny with a coat of varnish that was properly not put on that long ago. Without saying anything, Xavier's arm weaved around your waist - bringing you closer to his body. He didn't look at you. But his hand placed comfortably on your hip where he began to draw small shapes with his fingertip. His nail brushing against the material of your outfit. It was slightly ticklish.

You felt your face heating up... you didn't remember him being this affectionate infront of people. Looking up at him, gazing at his sharp jaw defined by the lighting above us. His lips trying to hide a grin from you. But as you looked at him, tracing his side profile with your eyes - you thought to yourself of all the things Enid told you earlier about Xavier and most of all...was it true?

Most of the questions that went around were all about you and Xavier. You stayed on the safe side and kept picking truth. "Is it true Xavier asked you out first?" Ajax wiggled his brows at you with a stupid drunk grin. You sigh momentarily as this was yet another question about you guys. "Yeah, he was shy about it as well." If you were gonna make stuff up about your relationship, why not make it fun? Xavier looked down at you unimpressed. Xavier had more balls than you, he wasn't scared to pick a dare occasionally though... most of them were stupid. But it was his turn right after yours. "Xavier truth or dare?" Ajax asked him with a dawning smirk on his face, he was planning something. "Hmmm... dare." Ajax's face lit up with joy he quickly placed his glass down 6 the table. "Kiss (y/n) we haven't seen you kiss yet despite being in a relationship for a while." Ajax looked back and forth between the both of you, adjusting his beanie - pushing it back.

Xavier taking a moment to process what was asked of him, mouth slightly parted in disbelief but the same went for you. There was no way Xavier would do this - oh you were proven wrong. "Alright." He shrugged his shoulders a lot calmer than before he turned his body towards you. His gaze laid upon you. You weren't ready for this, not in front of everyone?! Trying to take a step away from Xavier, in slightly hesitation of what was coming but he locked his arm around you bringing you back closer to himself. "Come on don't get shy now." Xavier said that on purpose to make you go even more red as he leaned into you. You couldn't do anything, you were a deer stuck in headlights. Whole body frozen and giving into the control of Xavier. His hand hooked under your jaw, adjusting your stiff neck to look towards him instead it directly ahead of you. You met his eyes, there was something about them. His lashes that curled away from his eyes, leaving that slightly greeny colour to enchant you.

Taking in a deep breath, you could smell his cologne. It wasn't bad. Xavier didn't waste any time kissing you, and it seemed like you didn't care if it was in front of everyone. His hand was still tucked under your jaw which he had a firm hold on as he pulled you in closer. The taste of tangy alcohol was shared between you, it slightly burned at your lips but... in a good way. You built up the courage to move your lips against him, holding onto his arm. Clutching onto the soft fabric between your fingers. "Okay wow! You can stop now we didn't ask for a make-out sesh!" Ajax butted in, grabbing Xavier's arm to jerk him away from you. Your lips broke apart at that moment, but his eyes still fixated on yours. Embarrassment flushed all over you. Cowardly you broke the immense eye contact first. "Jeez get a room." Ajax rolled his eyes, he was a big hypocrite. "Gosh stop complaining, you literally asked to see it." Xavier spoke up in an unimpressed voice, he raised his hand to his hair pushing the loose stands away from his face. For a moment he looked at you again.

You couldn't face him, no way! Not after that. So you retreated to the hidden away table that faced away from everyone. A nice quiet space with nice fluffed-out couches. "Pffh" You puff out, finally being able to hear your thoughts. The comfortable cushions embraced you into their hold, the tension leaving your body now that you leaned against the pillows. For the rest of the time, you scrolled on your phone zoning out from the rest of the world. Everything for a slur of words, it all blended in the back as the bright screen faced you. Quite a while passed and still you were left unbothered - well so you hoped so.

"Great of you to run away after our first kiss." Xavier sat next to you, putting his arm around the back of the couch. His hand dangling down. "Well, what did you expect sherlock? We aren't even a thing which makes it worse. You could have said no, Bianca wasn't even here." You went on, picking at the skin around your nail beds. Your eyes strictly averted from Xavier. You felt yourself shrink into the couch in his presence. "What if it didn't want to say no?" Xavier scratched the back of his head, talking casually with little care behind his tone. "Don't take the fucking piss, Xavier." You say putting your hand down, placing it underneath your leg. It was warm and after a few moments, your hand went numb. You could hear a faint sigh leaving Xavier's mouth while he moved up closer to you. "What if I'm not taking the piss either?" He spoke up again, his hand finding itself on your shoulder. Dragging his fingers across the solid bone. You tut in disapproval, jumping your shoulder to rid of his arm before you turned to face him. His face was so much closer than expected, you forgot all your words for a moment. "How much have you drank?" You push out, because there was no way he was acting like this normally. "I'm not drunk (y/n) just listen to what I'm saying instead of ignoring it!" Xavier put his head back in frustration, his brows screwed up. Seeing him this frustrated, you wanted to hear him out.

"Well what is it? What are you trying to tell me, Xavier?" You sounded eager to hear just what in the world he wanted to tell you. You watched as his brows unfolded and he stared at the ceiling. "What I'm saying is... that maybe this fake dating thing shouldn't be fake."

"What the hell are you saying, Xavier?" You ask in utter denial while you push yourself up on the couch fixing your posture. Xavier mirrored what you did. Sitting up - his body towering over yours immediately. His daunting figure looks down at you with a serious look in his eyes. "I'm saying that I fucking like you and I like this little thing between us. What are you not hearing (y/n)" Xavier said it word by word to make sure you definable heard him and what he was saying. Even then, you were at a loss for all your words. You stared back at him with confusion written all over your face. Xavier grunted as he turned his face away from you. "You are so slow." He muttered, the music overlapping his quiet voice.

"No I get what you said... but you were literally complaining about this? About this whole dating thingy and now you are saying this? Xavier make up your mind!" You told him in disbelief, shaking your head slightly at his frustrating behaviour.

"I have. I have made up my mind. And I want to be with you, actually. Not as some gimmick. I was complaining because I was annoyed that I was actually wanting to be with you. That's why I picked you of all people to go ahead with this." Xavier let it all spill. So, Enid wasn't messing around when she told you everything. A slight grin tugged at the corner of your lips. "Maybe If didn't keep all of this till the last minute, then you wouldn't have been so frustrated." You shrug your shoulders, reaching for his hand. Taking it into yours. It made him turn back to face you, his sharper expression melting down with your touch.

"So, is that a yes?"

"Maybe." You replied with a slightly laugh after you spoke. "I take that as yes." He leaned into kiss you again. Holding his hair out of the way while he leaned into your face, both of you slightly giggling. "But hey... we still can't tell people that it was fake in the first place." Xavier told you before he pressed his lips onto yours.

I loved this fic the trope was so good... and I liked the idea of a little truth or dare moment. I hope you like it anonymous! 🫶🏻💞

[danceswithsporks]

Warm- Part 5

Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Parts 1 2 3 4

Tech x Reader

Warnings: Assault, implied attempted r*pe, this one’s gonna hit a bit hard. I’m sorry in advance and if you’d like to know what happens without reading this part let me know and I’ll cliff notes ya. 🖤

Authors notes: Ok so besides the warnings, you’re gonna be seeing a lot of retconning going on. I just…don’t like allllll of our fav clones being dead or MIA. Also, there are some decisions I had to make that we don’t have canon information on. If that gets changed anytime soon I’ll update this part with the new information.

Luke warm, the temperature of the cup of tea that sat unattended on the counter. The owner was now on his way to the next stop of his journey to freedom. With a happy sigh, you pick the cup up and dump it into the sink behind you. You’d lost count of how many clones you’d helped at this point. It made you happy to know they were all off to hopefully better lives away from the empire. Off to families of their own. Actual homes with normal jobs where their lives weren’t put on the lines all the time.

Zeffos wasn’t the first stop on their journey, more like the third. Here they would get new identities and chain codes. They’d be set up with some money and clothing and moved through the underground tunnels of Ord Mantell. You helped them however you could as they waited for the next leg of their journey. From changing their hair, teaching them about colored contacts, and giving them a place to stay.

Phee had bought the entire building for a fair price and in turn, you’d completely renovated the three floors above the shop. Different apartments with emergency exits were available to any on the Path in need. While your shop mainly focused on helping clones on the run, you’d had a family with a young force user stay with you just a week ago. You’d never believed the whole ‘Jedi were the real traitors’ thing that had been blasted across the Galaxy. You’d seen firsthand how much they cared about the public and the clones. It just never made sense to you.

When Phee approached you about helping those in need escape the Empire, you didn’t hesitate. Now you were two months deep into being a part of…well the resistance. It was going on six months since Tech's death and while you still had moments where your heart ached for him to walk through the doorway, you were surviving. Dreams of him still filled your sleep every night, but instead of waking up in tears, you woke up with a soft smile. In a way, it was like he was rewarding you from the afterlife. Letting you know that he was proud of the hard work you were doing to help his brothers. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Wolffe just contacted me. Slips on his way to the next leg.” Echo moved across the space behind the bar and next to you. “Ya did well today. Know that one wasn’t easy.” He watched as your fingers stilled against the teacup. “Wanna talk about it?”

“You guys helped him survive an assassination attempt. He talked a lot about helping Tech figure out the access codes to prove Kamino was an inside job.�� You shrugged carefully as you placed the cup into the dryer. “Wasn't hard to hear about Tech before Pabu. It was when he asked where Tech was.” A lump formed in your throat for a moment before you cleared it away. “Don’t worry. I filled him in.”

“You shouldn’t have had to. You could have asked one of us to do it.” He was impressed with how you’d been handling yourself in all of this. But every once in a while, he’d see your lip tremble for a moment.

A sigh left your lips as you pulled on your leather jacket over Tech's shirt. “I’m a big girl. I can handle telling people he’s dead. Thanks though.” You didn’t mean for it to come out so sharp, but you also kind of did. “Looks like we’re out of some stuff I need for tonight’s dinner. I’m heading to the market.”

Echo only nodded as he watched you pull your satchel over your shoulder. “ I’ll have WA-7 keep an eye on the place. Gotta work on some more chain codes.” Using the program he and Tech had developed. Echo missed his brother more than most. At times he felt like Fives had sent Tech his way as if knowing he needed that second half. Fives…Tech…felt like he always lost brothers that became too close to him.

“Sounds good. Have her clean around the bar, think someone spilled some milk. Don’t need more pests.” You heard Echo agree as you walked out the door and into the dim alley outside your shop. Even with the new streetlights you’d had installed, the alley was still too dark for your comfort. You checked your boot for the Vibroblade that Crosshair had given you and once satisfied that it was there, you made your way to the grocery stalls.

As it stood you had three extra clones staying in the building. They had been higher-level clone captains and commanders. As such they were heavily wanted by the Empire which meant it took longer for the heat to die down. Someone named Quinlan Vos was supposed to be securing a safe route out for them, but that seemed to be taking more time than you’d expected. Which meant you had three more mouths to feed on top of Echo, Howzer, Phee, and Kix, plus yourself.

A commotion near one of the gambling bars drew your attention and you casually made your way over. The crowd was massive and hard to see over, so instead you tapped the shoulder of the person in front of you. “What’s going on?”

The species turned to you and you realized that you didn’t recognize it, which meant you didn’t speak the language. They uttered unrecognizable words to you in a deep guttural tone as their tentacles waved around excitedly.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand.” You fumbled in your satchel for your datapad, hoping they at least wrote in Aurebesh.

The tentacle went up quickly to their throat and tapped at the translator device. After a moment of fizzing static, a computerized voice answered you. “Racer of Riot Pods Champion, Automan, has been spotted! Most believe death for his absence.” The translation wasn’t exactly perfect as their kind did not have words for the true name of the racer, nor did they possess the ability to make the necessary sounds required to say his name. But it would hopefully be enough to get the point across. Three yellow eyes watched the female before she made a face, uninterested. Confused? Who knew with humans?

“Oh, I don’t know anything about Riot Racing, or Pod racing for that matter. But thank you for the information.” You nodded carefully to the species before you and watched as they returned the gesture with an odd smile. Maker, you really hoped you didn’t just agree to marry them or something. When they turned from you and back to the crowd you took that as a sign that you were in fact safe from an accidental engagement.

-*-

“Excuse me? Can I get a cup of tea? Anything you’d recommend?” John sat at the bar of the comfortably lit tea shop Gonzo had found. He wasn’t sure exactly what kind of tea he was looking for, but hopefully something would jog his memory. The last two months had been spent in preparation for this trip. Research on Ord Mantell City and its many shops. Research on how to safely leave Eriadu and not draw attention to the village.

“This is a one-way trip, John. We can’t go with ya. Can’t risk too many ships goin in and out. We’ve stayed out of the Empire way this long.” Gonzo had handed him a satchel with supplies to survive on his own for a while. A decent amount of credits had even been placed in the bag. “Entire village chipped in. Ya find your family, John.”

John watched as the droid in front of him shook her head awkwardly. “I am not programmed to recommend beverages. Please make a request from our menu.” With a clatter, a menu was placed in front of him before the droid moved away to help another patron.

Tanned fingers moved across the datapad as something pulled at his mind. These were…familiar. The design was something he’d seen before. John groaned softly as his head began to ache. Flashes of distant memories clawed their way to the front of his mind. A woman smiling at him as she worked on the menu. A cup of tea next to her leg as she sat on…something. He couldn’t make it out. John closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to focus.

“Be better if ya came back when the lady of the shop is here.” A stranger at the end of the bar spoke carefully to the newcomer. Seemed the man was suffering from some kind of head problem. “She’s a smart one. Always knows exactly what ya need.”

“Not too bad on the eyes either.” Another voice echoed from across the room.

“Not too bad?” The man at the bar scoffed loudly before looking back at the newcomer. “She’s positively a goddess. Ya wait around long enough and you’ll see.”

“Do you know when she’ll be back?” John wasn’t sure who this woman was, but if she was good at recommending tea then hopefully she could help him.

“Stepped out to get some supplies for the shop. Said she’ll be back in a bit. She’s never gone for more than an hour.” A regular from a table in the corner spoke to the mysterious new man.

John made a face for a moment before standing. “Think I’ll come back later then.”

“Suit ya self.”

-*-

Your trip to the stalls had been eventful as always. There always seemed to be something new popping up and you’d managed to grab some lovely fish that came from Naboo. Or so they said. During your time here you’d quickly learned to take what some people said with a grain of salt. The only thing you knew for sure was that the Mantell mix that Wrecker and Omega were oh so very fond of, was indeed delicious.

It was at said stall that you heard something that almost made you drop your bag of groceries.

“Did you hear? That Riot Racing champ was seen here in the city!”

“That cute one? What was his name again? It was so plain.”

“Started with a T. Tom? Tim? Tech?”

You stared at the Mantell Mix stall owner as the voices became harder to hear. Couldn’t be him. They had to be confused. A lot of names sounded like Tech…right?

“Here ya go, firecracker. Ya sure ya don’t need help?” The stall master watched as you came out of whatever daze you were in. When you shook your head, he nodded before passing you an extra container of mix. “Send that to my favorite customers. Miss seeing them around.”

“Will do, Thanks.” You grabbed your supplies and began to head back toward the shop. Usually, you rushed, your feet naturally moving quickly. Today you decided to take your time for once. Take in the streets lined with stalls, the children running around, and the magnificent smells of fresh spices and herbs. You allowed your mind to drift, to think about what life would have been like if Tech had survived.

He would have come back to Pabu, probably with a new cut or bruise. He wouldn’t run to you and scoop you up as they did in the holovids. That wasn’t like him. He’d be the last of the ship, and would say something along the lines of “I needed to make sure this part of the ship had settled properly.” Something like that, you weren’t good with ships. But you’d smile and tell him it was ok and then you’d lead him down to the sea wall. Together you’d sit on top and watch the waves roll in as he told you about their adventure. Not sparing a single detail. His hand would find its way wrapped around yours and then he’d kiss you softly.

You’d fall into a happy rhythm with each other, like before. But now you were something more than friends, a couple. He’d hold your hand at every chance he could. There was no doubt that he loved to touch you, to hold a part of you, or be as close as possible. Your warmth and happiness were all he’d need to get through the day. Every day you’d sit on the sea wall together and watch the sunset and every night he’d say the same thing to you before you’d part ways. “ I hope I did not offend you.”

In which you’d smile and rest your head against his shoulder as your eyes closed. A hun would leave your lips as you enjoyed the warmth of him being near you. With a gentle whisper, you’d tell him in a teasing tone. “ You could never offend me.”

-*-

John wasn’t sure what he was looking for as he wandered the damp streets and alleys of Ord Mantell. Maybe someone would recognize him? Or maybe a familiar scent would find its way into his nose and he’d remember something useful. Perhaps a familiar sound would trigger something? Whatever it was, he hoped it would come soon.

All of these alleys looked the same and he was sure he was lost. That dumpster looked familiar from earlier, or did it? This area was a maze and down each alley, there seemed to be countless illicit activities going on. A spice dealer down this one, a worker of the night down another. It was all more than he’d expected to deal with. He just needed to find the right one back to that tea shop.

-*-

“Now look who it is. Little miss too good for a Trandoshan.” A large figure loomed over you as you stood outside the back entrance to your shop. WA-7 must have locked the damned thing again and your hands were too full to enter your code. It was high time you updated her to stop that. His large hand rested against the door behind you preventing it from opening.

“Fang. Seems your last fight with Wrecker didn’t teach you anything. Leave me alone.” You adjusted your container of groceries and tried to slip under his arm but found the items thrown to the ground instead.

“There’s a difference now. He ain’t here. Saw him leave the planet three days ago.” Fang licked his mouth sickeningly as he looked down at you. Such a frail thing, you’d be a fun toy to play with.

You scoffed loudly as you began to slide down towards the ground, your hand slipping towards your boot and your weapon within. “Doesn’t mean I’m not able to protect myself from someone as ugly as you.” Just a little bit farther and you’d have your vibroblade.

Stars, he loved how you put up a fight. Reaching down he grabbed your chin and easily lifted you back up. “That big mouth of yours is gonna get ya in trouble, human..” Growling deeply he pressed against your body and chuckled darkly. “Perhaps you should put it to better use.”

“Gag! As if!” Swinging your leg, you aimed for his crotch but found resistance instead.

“After your little stunt last time, I came prepared.” His other hand moved away from the door and gripped your side tightly. “Now stop resisting and just enjoy yourself.”

A scream escaped your lips as you fought his hold. Your fists swung down on his shoulders in hopes of breaking free somehow. Wrecker and Hunter had insisted on teaching you self defense, you should have accepted their offer. You felt his hand cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. But that instead worked in your favor and allowed you to bite down firmly against him.

With a growl, Fang dropped you to the ground. Crumbling against the wet cold pavement, you feigned curling into a ball to protect yourself. The movement hid you pulling your vibro blade out.

“Stupid Bitch!” Fang swung his thick leg into your side forcing your body towards the wall. A smirk crossed his scaled lips as he approached you. Awake or unconscious, it didn’t matter to him, he’d take you either way.

You heard his large foot take its place next to your head before the feeling of your hair being pulled ripped through your body. Another scream left your lips as he lifted you. Like hell, you’d go down without a fight. Swinging the blade quickly you felt it make contact with his thigh. You were dropped to the ground with a thud and you listened as a growl of pain left him. Good.

Fang stumbled back as his leg began to bleed. Fucking human bitch, he’d kill you first then screw your corpse. It didn’t matter to him anymore. In front of him, you scrambled to stand and make your way to safety.

Turning your back towards him had been your biggest mistake. A large hand gripped the back of your neck and with just barely enough time to throw your arms up, your head was thrown into the wall. A gasp was ripped from your body as pain and something wet clouded your vision.

“Gonna teach ya a lesson,” Fang smirked as he used his foot to shove you into the wall. “Don’t know why my brothers claim human count is the best. You’re too much damn work.” Kneeling behind you, his hand wrapped around your throat tightly. “Better be fucking wor-“

His words were replaced with the sound of electricity followed by a thud. You couldn’t make anything out as you scrambled to turn around. Whatever was on your face had completely blocked your view. “S-stay back.” Your hand scrambled across the wet pavement for your vibroblade. It had to be here somewhere.

Something…familiar, gripped your hand carefully and placed your bald back into your hand. Quickly you wrapped both hands around it and raised it in whatever direction you thought the other person was in.

“It’s ok, miss. I won’t hurt ya.” John kept a safe distance from you but also tried to reassure you he wasn’t going to attack you. He’d stopped for directions to the tea shop and on his way in the right direction, he heard your screams and acted on an instinct he didn’t know had.

Your heart stopped at the sound of his voice. A voice that you’d heard so many times from so many faces but was also so painfully unique. This day hadn’t been fair to you, first, you’d heard his name more times than you’d wanted to, and now? Now you could swear that was his voice. Maybe you’d been working too hard? Or maybe you’d fallen asleep to his audio logs one too many times. Whatever this was, it was a cruel game being played on you by the universe. “W-what happened? Who are you?” It wasn’t him, you knew it wasn’t. The way he spoke wasn't how Tech used to. Whatever hope was building inside you was squashed with that singular thought.

“Names John. I tasered your attacker.” At least he hoped he was your attacker or else you two were into some interesting role-play. “Can’t say how long he’ll be down though. We should probably get moving.” Carefully he placed his hand on top of yours and lowered them to the ground. “Promise I won’t hurt ya.”

You chewed your lip for a moment, the taste of copper exploding in your mouth as you did so. Blood was what was running down your face. This was a gamble you’d have to take. “Shop behind us is mine.” You hissed as you tried to stand, it felt like a rib was broken. Maybe two. You blinked a few times trying to clear your vision, but failing in the process.

John moved quickly to help you stand, still trying to keep a safe distance from your blade. “Here, let me help ya.” When you nodded, he moved in front of you and went to grab your elbows, instead his hand missed and brushed across your breasts. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Leave it to man to try and cop a feel. A scoff came from your lips as she tried to find the hem of your shirt that was dry. Step one was to clear your eyes, step two was to slap whoever this was. But then he said something that made a lump form in your throat.

“Sorry if I offended you.”

No, it couldn’t actually be him. Your hand scrambled against the wall trying to find the panel for your door. New plan, get inside, clean your eyes, and if it is Tech. Kill him.

“Here. Let me help.” John paused as he looked at the panel. “Sorry to ask this but what’s your code.”

Your hands paused against the wall, changing the code was easy, but saying it out loud was hard. Swallowing, you pushed the lump down and allowed the words to come out. “ 9902”

John’s hand froze over the panel as something else pulled at his mind. That code was…familiar. Tapping in the code, John carefully maneuvered you into the back room of your shop before closing and locking the door. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Main Kitchen. Top shelf near the dried fruits, three to the right in a brilliant blue box marked five zero one.” A gift from Kix after Echo and the others had saved him from the Obrexta III.

“From what the boys have told me, you're a bit of a clutz. Probably good to have this on hand.” He’d passed it to you with a wink and a smile.

John moved you to the main kitchen carefully before helping you sit on the counter. “I’ll be right back.” Then he was off, into your kitchen to find the familiar-sounding box. Everywhere he looked he could see containers of tea leaves, fruits, and herbs. A marked container of dried berries let him know he was close.

“Mistress? You are currently bleeding from your right eyebrow. I recommend immediate medical action.” WA-7 loudly made her way over to you.

“Obviously, WA! Do me a favor and go get Echo. Quietly please.” The sound of a box scraping across the ground let you know she had turned.

WA-7 tilted her head at you for a moment before turning and making her way toward the office. “Of course mistress.”

“She goin' to get help?” John had found the kit and was now making his way back to you. It was a surprisingly heavy kit and with just a quick glance, he’d seen it was filled to the brim with supplies. It seemed like a lot for a simple tea shop. But who was he to judge?

A long sigh came from you as you heard the kit placed down. “Yeah. Trust me. She’s more useful doing that than helping us.” The sound of water turning on, hit your ears. Hopefully, that meant he was getting you something to clean your eyes.

“Not a fan of droids?” John carefully took your hand in his and placed the warm towel. Behind him, the water continued to run. “Let me know if ya need that rinsed.”

The hot water on the rag cut through the blood on your eyes easily. “Not that droid.” Two swipes and you felt your left eye becoming easier to open. “She’s more useless than anything. Can’t even begin to count how much time I spent trying to reprogram her.”

“You know how to program droids?” The cloth was passed back to him and John carefully rinsed it into the sink. The water ran red for a bit as he waited for you to answer.

“Kinda, my…” What had Tech been to you? Your lover? No, you’d never slept together and had only just kissed before he left. Your teacher? It felt like it was obviously more than that. “My…friend was teaching me before he died.”

John paused as he began to pass the cloth back to you. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Was that the right thing to say?

“Thanks.” Was all you could seem to say as you heard hurried boots coming towards the kitchen. The cloth ran across your eyes once more and finally, you could open them.

The moment Echo had heard you were bleeding, he was gone. The comm he’d been on with Rex remained open as he left the room and tried to figure out how you’d been hurt. Turning into the kitchen his feet stopped as he took in a man taller than you. A mess of brown curls hung to his ears and his slim form carefully moved to the side to reveal you on the counter. Who the hell was this?

John heard the sound of someone approaching and he figured it was one of your employees. Turning to introduce himself he heard a gasp from behind him.

You and Echo spoke in unison as the face of your helper was finally clear to see.

“Tech?”

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Taming Of Beasts

Fem!Reader X Zenos Yae Galvus

I wrote this right after I finished StormBlood a few months ago. Zenos is def one of my fav villians in Final Fantasy and I wanted to take a stab at trying to write something for him. :) I hope I did him an ounce of justice.

This is supposed to take place sometime between Heavensward and Stormblood. Ala Mhigo is still very much going through some shit in this little fic (and so is the reader, for that matter).

(Also Stormblood is free right now so if you have any interest and haven’t played, now is the time to act!!!)

Warnings: War, death, blood, spoilers possibly up to the point of stormblood? But not anything huge.

Victory had become too easy.

Over the past several months the thrill of the hunt had significantly waned, each battle presenting itself with less resistance than the one prior. Every adversary faced was now more apt to cower, roll over and submit then to stand up and fight. The empire’s spreading influence was quickly becoming far too overpowering for these backwater colonies to handle, and it was painfully apparent with each visit Zenos made that these hunting fields had long since held any interesting sport. Citizens who were once so eager to fight for their homeland now bared their stomachs like whimpering, scared dogs.

His father and the legion commanders saw it as a good thing, satisfied that the illustrious Garlean Empire was finally achieving what it rightfully deserved. With every passing day more land was claimed by the empire, and with the land came influence, victory, and boredom.

The successes were too easy and each day that dragged by in Ala Mihgo had grown lackluster to the empire’s crown prince. What was once an exciting hunting ground was now a barren isle, the lands that had brought thrilling promises of conquest now plagued by dwindling opposition, souring the once sweet experience he found roaming these fields.

Each step of his heavy sabatons sunk him into the earth, the dirt path softened with the spilled blood of the fallen. Droplets of the viscous red liquid stained the sole and sides of the dark metal, the agonized expressions of the corpses reflecting back off their bloodied surface as he paraded by.  Soon those bodies would be carted away, dumped in some unmarked mass grave to rot deep underground. There was neither honor nor peace in their passing, their miserable existences snuffed out as easily as blowing out a candle.

He smiled.

He was making his way towards a line of soldiers and survivors, and though the latter of the two outnumbered his battalion, they were far too broken to pose a threat. The group consisted of a varied mix of individuals, men and women, young and old, huddled together shoulder to shoulder. Most wept, while others remained silent and quivering. Held firmly in the soldiers grasps, none of the prisoners dared make eye contact with the approaching prince.

None save for you.

Wild was the only way he could describe you, ready to lunge at him the moment he took a step too close. Covered in blood, hair matted and tangled, outfit torn to shreds with gaping wounds peering out through the cracks, you were truly a sight to behold. It was obvious you had fought hard to earn your spot amongst the survivors, and judging by the more kempt look of your compatriots, you deserved it far more than they did.

While most of the prisoners shared a soldier keeping them in check, you had your own personal guard holding you under firm lockdown to prevent you from breaking free and causing issues. The soldier watching you seemed haggard, as if restraining someone as tiny as you had taken a great deal of effort. Zenos internally scoffed at the scene. There was no place for weakness in his battalion, he made note to exact due punishment later.

“Sir,” one of the men spoke as he approached, imperial salute following his words, “We have cleared the area. There was some opposition, but it has been dealt with.”

Zenos’ masked face scoured the surrounding area, finding far too many of their own men’s bodies mixed in with the mongrels. “Dealt with you say, but it seems you had quite the time taking over one small village.”

The soldier addressing him stiffened. “… It’s true, my lord. They did put up more of a fight than was anticipated. There is no excuse for the amount of lives our side lost.”

“If you are aware of that then it should have been avoided,” his cold words made the soldier visibly uneasy, his weight now shifting unsteadily between his feet, “but that may be addressed later. I see we have some cornered animals in our midst.”

The man quickly nodded, relieved to have the heat taken off himself. He turned to the disheveled group, causing them to flinch at the recognition.  “These are the enemy survivors, all of them active members of the resistance. Some, once trained, we believe may make fine soldiers. The others can be used as slaves, in the pleasure quarters, or as bargaining chips. Should my lord will it, we can instead kill them.”

A jolt passed through the crowd, a wave of sheer terror and indignation flashing across their muddied, bruised faces. Even you, staunch as you remained, shuddered at the flippant words that spilled from his soldier’s lips. The lot of you was nothing in the face of the Garlean Empire, and it horrified you that you lived or died at the whim of one man.

He did consider ending you all, leaving your final moments to be filled with dread and the futility of your efforts. How fitting it would be to have the final thought to flit through your fading conscious be your own ineptitude, the frailty you exuded trying to preserve your own existence for a chance at freedom. Your subjugation was inevitable, but he supposed being spared watching the rest of your brethren and kin being torn down until they were all nothing but toiling and obedient pets, cannon fodder, or corpses could be considered a nicety.

Mere inches separated you from the crown prince, and he took a moment to fully take you in. The unrestrained malice and fear dancing in your wide eyes, the tightly clenched fists held in place at your side, the deep grimace that engulfed your entire face. Your body shook in the guard’s hold, each quake relaying how clearly upset you were to be ensnared in this situation. If he ordered them to let you go, what would you do? Attack him the moment you were given leeway, or would you crumble to your knees in despair?

Musing on it piqued his interest. Hunched over before him, you looked so insignificant. Shuddering as you glowered up at him, he could tell you were on the brink of collapse but were doing your very best to hide your feebleness from him.

Your animosity was palpable, the kind that only comes when someone is pushed far past their limit. Your home, your family, your friends, his men must have taken it all from you. And now that you were captured, the torment you faced was sure to be dragged on, only guaranteed to end with your gruesome and painful death.

Zenos wondered if you realized how lucky you were to have survived to this point. Like a phoenix, you had risen from the ash of your past life, born into a new life of combat and strife, forged by the hells of war. The situation that was forced upon you was a truly wonderful breeding ground, an opportunity to mold you into something extraordinary.

But was it enough? You certainly had the look of a mad dog about you, but to show the true colors of a feral beast you would require more time. You needed more experiences to break you, rebuild you into a seething vessel of hatred, an avatar of merciless revenge.

If the process didn’t destroy you, how much more interesting would you become?

A slow smile crept across his lips.

There was a woman next you, older than you by at least two decades. Her manic eyes kept flicking to you, her chapped hands violently wringing the tattered rags that once resembled a dress. She seemed worried for you, and judging by the way your eyes darted to her every so often, softening with each quick gaze, it was fair to say she was someone important to you. Was she your mother, or perhaps an aunt? She was too old to be a sibling, but too young to be a grandparent. Maybe just a kind older woman you took a shine to? It mattered not, her end would happen regardless of her relations.

Zenos lifted his hand languidly, stopping once it had pointed to the woman beside you. She grew pale as he singled her out, her knees knocking so hard he was surprised she still stood. His hand swept over the remaining people, indiscriminately landing on two other elderly captives. An intense wave of unease spread throughout you, accented by the intense quiet that fell over the small crowd.

His lips parted, the words spilling out in a bored admonishment, “These three are past their prime and have no further use in this world.”

You froze, your face twisting into a look of unadultered dread. You knew what was coming next.

“Kill them.”

Without further fanfare, the soldiers nearest each of the chosen drew their weapons and fired. Three bodies fell with a uniformed ‘thud’ to the ground. Fresh blood streaked across your cheek as your companion made her way to the ground. Screams erupted around you, broken and gasping for their stolen loved ones.

Though your mouth had fallen open in shock, no sound spilled out.

The look of anguish the spread across your face was so appealing that he almost considered praising you for it. Cold, agonized distress suited you just as much as bitter rage.

With a flick of his wrist, he continued doling out fates. “The two on the end look sturdy enough to be soldiers, the three in the middle can be tasked with menial labor, and that one over there I am sure can find work in the pleasure quarters.”

“And what of this one, sir?”

The guard holding you gave you a rough jostle, seeming to bring you to your senses. Your eyes traveled slowly from the body at your feet to Zenos himself, the heartbreak you were suffering flickering out as it was once more replaced with thrumming anger. You gritted your teeth, eyebrows cinching as your chest began to rise and fall with erratic breaths. You were doing all you could to keep yourself together, but the final thread holding you was stretching so thin…

Zenos took a step towards you, the motion putting you on alert. You must have been ready for a death order, trying to make peace with the fact that this is how it would all end for you. With another step he was upon you, his regal form hulking before you. Your eyes fixated on his concealed face, a tempest of emotions swirling within them.  

His hand reached out towards you, and though your eyes sparked with a look of apprehension, you remained still. He latched on to your chin, giving a small pleased hum as he felt your flesh quiver in his hold. Upon contact, your face twisted into a look of sheer disgust which he found quite amusing.

You winced as he jerked your head this way and that, assessing the different angles of your face. Even covered in grime you were lovely, surely in more peaceful times you were sought after amongst the rabble to wed. His eyes flicked over your body, taking in each curve and valley viewable to him, the cuts and bruises that littered your skin only made you look that much more appealing.

“This one will serve me directly.”

Your eyes widened, a moment of silence spreading amongst the soldiers as they cast each other sideways glances. “My lord, are you sure,” the man holding you finally broke the silence, “This one is… Well, they are a bit unruly sir.”

He held back a laugh at the blush that passed your cheeks, affronted by the soldier’s choice of words. He guessed unruly was not how you would choose to be described in this situation.

“I can see that,” Zenos spoke plainly, releasing your chin from his grasp, “However a new personal servant is needed since one has recently passed of old age. This woman is lively and can handle the strains of the job. She will be trained in the role, broken down as many times as it takes till she understands her place.” He turned his back towards you and began his departure, his dull tone calling back over his shoulder, “If she can’t adjust to the position I will kill her myself.”

“Then do it.”

He stopped in his tracks, your shaky words the first time he had the pleasure of hearing your voice.  

“I’d rather die than serve you.”

Your voice warbled, but your message was loud and clear. It was a declaration you wanted people to hear. Was it to try and inspire your fellow man that lined up beside you, maybe place an ounce of fight back into the shackled and broken? Perhaps it was an attempt to boost confidence in yourself? Maybe it was simply an act of rage-filled defiance towards the man who personally led the charge which slaughtered your kin, their blood still freshly smeared across your hands and chest.  

It struck him then that you looked beautiful like that, scowling and full of fury, soaked in the blood of your loved ones and enemies alike. It surprised him that a mere pest could hold such radiance, his attraction to you stupefying as he turned towards you, your crazed eyes boring straight through his mask, locking with his own.

“Silence,” the guard holding you gave you a violent shake, “How dare trash like you address Lord Zenos that way, you impudent-“

“Enough.”

Zenos lifted his hand, the sharp command causing both you and the guard to instantly still, your eyes quickly casting to the ground in dismay. He could practically hear your thoughts as he made his way back towards you. Surely this was your now end, there was no way the crown Prince of the empire would let such insolence stand. You would be made an example of, another death to add to the killing field.

The thought annoyed him. Why were you so eager to die when you showed such promise?

He towered before you, his armored hand once more latching to your chin, forcibly tilting your head until he held your watery, conflicted gaze. He could feel you vibrate with anxiety in his hold, your jaw clenched so tight your face had turned red.

“What is it about the battlefield that makes people like you want to throw them self into deaths embrace so carelessly, I wonder? Is it lack of faith, or the overwhelming fear of the odds being stacked against you? Is it the heartbreak over having your loved one cut down before you? Maybe you are just tired of the inadequacy, of being so powerless before true might?”

Your face morphed into a look of disdain, a fresh tear sliding down your cheek carved a clear path through the filth that had accumulated on you.

“Don’t you find it a waste? All that potential building up inside of you, mounting with each hopeless assault against your people… I can see it in your eyes. The hunger to strike me down right where I stand,” he tightened his grip, causing you to cringe, “It’s an admirable quality to have, even for a cur such as yourself.”

Abruptly he pulled away, your head lulling forward from the lack of support. Zenos turned on his heel, stepping away to carry on with the next order of business.

“You have your orders,” He called briskly over his shoulder, “Make sure they are carried out with haste.”

The soldiers nodded, immediately falling into action as Zenos began his departure. He glanced once more over his shoulder as you were dragged away. With the wind no longer in your sails you were much more malleable, putting up little to no fuss as the soldiers ushered you to your fate.

The boredom he had long been suffering from started to diminish as he considered the future. A smirk ghosted his lips as he turned forward, a low hum accentuating his hurried footsteps.

“Who knew such an intriguing find would be buried within this rubbish,” he spoke in barely above a whisper, the words intended for no one but himself, “I am quite interested in what you will become, my little whelp.”

[auckie]

Im lije an accidental bug killer by nature if they hurt me i smack them like a caved man and i am scared of bites truthfully. Maybe theres a way 2 get past that like if a bite doesnt hurt maybe it wudnt phase me? The blue tarantulas man.....theyre so gorgeous.....i want to put on jazz records for them...i want to play with them....i want to build those blue beetle guys a doll house and put them in it and officiate their weddings......oogh......i feel i wudnt want roaches unless i did the composting thing? This also reminds me. I wonder if i cud do a worm bin with like native earthworms rather than the euroupean ones......but i may still end up w a fishy bc i love them. My cat love them......but if i find a bunch of local isopods i may consider keeping some im dead ass....plus if i move i cud set them free bc theyre native. Triops r cute too....Ty for yr responze. Sry abt urticating hairs i hope they dont make u sneeze. Also whats yr opinion on mantis pets they feel like hard to keep arnd indoors like pitcher plants or something

You totally can do a worm bin for composting! In fact it’s like, almost necessary. I mean, as far as finding local ones it’s def easier and cheaper too, plus if the compost goes in your yard the cycle is complete 😌

The blue tarantulas are my absolute fav. They’re so cute, so fun and easy. So long as you do your research and know what you’re doing! They’re not crazy expensive as slings either and fairly easy to find— maybe not at pet smart but if there’s any sort of weird pet shop around, chances are they sell at the very least GBBs and some brachys or grammastolas, which aren’t as fun but as I mentioned the Brazilian black is a very hardy and chill spider. They do get pretty big tho and are terrestrial more than fossorial, so you’ll see them more often than not.

Good luck with the fish! They are very fun! My work keeps some large discus and we get to feed them straight up meat. It’s a big beautiful tank with plants above it, and we also have a palladarium with frogs and geckos and little guppies in the water portion. I love feeding all of them.

The pods are a great, cheap and easy thing to do in addition to the fish tank as well! And like you said, if you realize it’s not for you, dump their asses outside. I had a potted plant that I brought in for winter that had a ton of isopods and millipedes. When I left it outside it was full of lynx and jumping spiders too, but I set them loose so they wouldn’t explore my house. The pot was large enough that the isopods couldn’t escape and since I was feeding them regularly, the plants got a ton of nutrients and would bloom like crazy year round. Come spring I just set it outside!

I get the roaches, I just am contractually obligated to attempt a sell. I’m they’re only advocate 🥺 I get it tho like whenever I do get bit by something my instinct is to kill it or shake it lol

I’ve kept mantids before and they’re very finicky. I think I didn’t give mine enough space, plus the ones I had didn’t live super long (but it’s bc I was breeding them lol). Depending on species they do well in large, moist, naturalistic set ups, and have a voracious appetite so you’ll have to go buy appropriately sized feeders for them. You can usually follow the abdomen rule of feeding them whatever size their butts are, and if they don’t take it, offering softer bodied, smaller options.

[captain-of-silvenar]

helgen, riften, and blackreach for the skyrim asks!

Helgen - Who was your first Skyrim character? Do you still make anything with them/play as them now?

As much as I talk about Yera a lot on this blog, she was not the first! I first played as a Khajiit Companion named Vella who I just did everything with and did not actually immerse myself into Skyrim. I don't play as her ever anymore in Skyrim, but she got remade in ESO as a tank and is a fun call back to younger times, hahaha.

Riften - What's your favorite guild? How do you feel about their questline?

Bias bias, I love the Thieves Guild. I've done all the guilds. Dark Brotherhood is a close second but I find I like the characters a lot more in Thieves Guild. They're your homies, your friends and allies, you see them in the dumps, then get a glimmer of hope, then have that hope crushed to dust, and then reimagined again!

I liked the investigative part of the questline, and I genuinely enjoy sneaking around in the East Empire Company Warehouse without getting caught once.

It's got it all imo, with some of my fav NPCs hanging out there so I'm for Thieves Guild forever.

Blackreach - What's your favorite enemy in the game? What's your least favorite? Why?

Is it too easy to say the dragons? Maybe. If I had to pick another enemy it would be the Draugr Death Overlords. Nothing gets your blood rolling so fast when you're starting to get into the higher levels and feel so so strong, and then you get to the end of a dungeon and do one hit on that draugur and it barely makes a dent in their health XD

As for least favorite? Chaurus Hunter Fledgling. Nimble bastards, explode out of their cocoon ready to tear me to pieces. I can respect them, but I was playing Skyrim when they didn't exist so imagine my surprise when I go Dwemer spelunking and one of those pops out and eats my face off. Amazing, wonderful, we are mortal enemies.

[wysteriadelights]

Ask Game Question for this gent, Honest Morally Grey Fox Fellow right hurr ^ 9. Which Disney princess would be his fav? 13. Name a graphic t-shirt he'd wear 17. Would he be bad or terribly amazing at Mario Kart? (bonus who would his driver bias be? lol) 29. On a scale of 1 to Hell Yes, how much chaos would you two get into while alone or just period?

YOURE FEEDING INTO THE VOICES IN MY HEAD RAAAH!!!! thank you 🩷

Easy peasy

9: I think his favorite is Tiana because the girl was from humble origins, treated like shit, and didn't just, have money dumped on her. And still worked her ass off. But will still bitch how she should've gotten her hands dirty because her optimism icks him... or so he says

13: honestly. I can see him wearing any graphic tee with kind of outdated sarcastic humor. Like something your out of the times uncle wears and keeps repeating to everyone cause it's so funny. He'd prolly accidently burn a hole in it tho (stop smoking)

17: he plays a mii amiibo char Gidel made for him. And I feel like he'd be utter shit at it but talk SO much shit when he's winning. Before cursing you out when you get him with a shell. Will always try to shell you at the last second. May get better over time.

29: we jacked a car and stole their cats. Do not leave us alone. In the back of the stolen car we also had dirty disrespectful sex-

[wanderingwolpertinger]

finished Six of Crows yesterday (yes I skipped shadow and bone entirely the opening exposition was annoying me buuuut I'll go back later. Blame my friend she said I should start with SoC) and I haven't started Crooked Kingdom (no spoilers please!) however I wanted to dump my thoughts for a bit (I probably ended up being overly critical so if this is your fav series maybe scroll by lol)

-the characters were the highlight of the story for me, super well executed banter. Tie between Kaz and Matthias for fav POV. (Kaz's backstory was especially well done, the way it influenced his actions throughout SoC was very natural)

-worldbuilding/lore was pretty easy to follow even though I did not read S&B or watch the show. magic system is pretty cool, excited to see it fleshed out in S&B

-not sure how I feel about how ship-happy this series is (maybe the author was trying to outrun ship war potential idk). possibly makes more sense when viewed as a series? (will have to update my opinion later) but overall having every main pov character paired off somewhat sappily by the end of book one was ehhh? I'm not opposed to romantic subplots but I felt they may have held too much influence in the main plot here.

-hrrmmm love me some GrimDark (not) (ok not when it's not done very impactfully imo) (mmmm let's not explore the ethics of casually taking lives for more than 0.5 seconds) (yes it's a fantasy book but still) (particularly Jesper's pov was ... odd) (he seemed to have issues with his actions but also didn't?) (maybe it will make more sense upon reread)

-Standard Heist Plot (no notes) (yes to explosives)

-ok back to the crit. one of the reviews in the front of my copy compared SoC to ASOIAF (haven't read it but I know enough to verify) and like yes actually it really did feel somewhat like aggressively PG-13 Game of Thrones. (I dunno this is more of a personal gripe with authors feeling the need to inject the sexual exploitation of women into their fantasy novels in order to be more Realistic) (especially when it's minors) (bleh)

-idk a lot of the side worldbuilding choices felt like something an edgy 14 year old would choose because they were Dark ™️

-however props for character design, the appearance/physicality of each of the Crows was wonderfully distinct

-not in loooove with the ending. It sets up book two nicely yes but kinda gave me KOTLC cliffhanger flashbacks

-sort of feels like this book is a sanitized adult fantasy novel with de-aged protagonists (could be being unfair here) and a YA plot

-no actually the number of times Nina's breasts are mentioned is absurdly high, the heck was up with that

-so Matthias being a ex-witch hunter = bad (duh) cause he was going to send Grisha to their deaths. Ok makes sense. Now tell me why Kaz/Inej/Jesper killing somewhat indiscriminately is not really addressed in moral terms beyond "necessary"? (Actually ignore this one for now I would need to do a reread before I have full thoughts on this) (But there will be thoughts)

-overall, I had a good time reading this book. Yeah I had problems with it but some of that could honestly stem from the fact that I am not 15 anymore and have different taste in books. (ok ok also I am actively comparing this with Lockwood and Co and I feel that series took equally dark topics but explored them much more maturely) (and honestly also Mistborn. That series also had dark worldbuilding but didn't linger on what it didn't have to?)

[iggykoopa666]

i have to be up in like 3 hours so naturally i wrote a whole fuckin essay about splatoon 3 storymode plotholes (dumping here)

mannnn i keep thinking about like. the lore info gained from rise of the mammalians is soooooooooo so good but the actual Story is. like not very good at all. i think it is the weakest story mode in splatoon thus far.

-mr grizz stealing octavios army makes very little sense and comes off as an excuse to not design new enemies (would make way more sense & be cooler to have fucked up goop mammal experiments imo like can u imagine)

-despite his army being stolen octavio is nowhere to be found for the entire story except the very end, and then he just disappears again after the final boss

-why did grizz need cuttlefishs brain. it is never clarified what purpose that served.

-bigfry??? i am not as mad at this cuz its easy for me to rationalize like "he ate all that fucked up goop so thats why :)" but its not actually explained how/why that happened . seems like a missed opportunity to have a sunken scroll foreshadowing about like "in salmonid folktales theres a legend about a smallfry growing huge when..." etc etc. thinking abt it it could also just be a parallel to taht one japanese folktale of the fish that became a dragon (magikarp/gyrados inspiration for example) maybe ??? idk tho youd think that for a series thats so in depth with its lore itd be less out of the blue (i say that but a lot of stuff in rotm is indeed very Out Of The Blue lol)

-all the "save our salmon" foreshadowing during splatoon 2 being completely forgotten. i was really hoping rotm focusing on mr grizz as an antagonist would serve to also tell the salmonids story, and liberate them in a way like how octo expansion did for octolings. but i guess thats been discarded. unsurprising since salmon run is so popular; it makes sense theyd want to set them up as longterm enemies now instead. i cant complain too much since its my fav game mode lolllll.

-deep cut felt very shoehorned in. they had no connection to the actual plot happening at all and didnt really do anything other than be boss battles. even wen they do join your side they just serve as navigators, a position already fulfilled by callie & marie. at first i wasnt super worried cuz off the hook didnt get any story attention at all till octo expansion came out, but since side order seems to focus on off the hook & 8 again i worry that deep cut's time in the spotlight has passed and theyve been sidelined.

[chocolatechiphanncakes]

As more time passes since I listened to Preachers daughter for the first time, I just keep getting more impressed. Idk how she did it but hayden must have somehow dumped Ritalin throughout the entirety of Preachers Daughter bc never before in my life has my ADHD ass been able to start an album from track 1 and just listen to every song play in order. Multiple times. I cant even watch my favorite movies more than once or twice before I get bored.

Not only is she just that fucking good of a songwriter that there's not a single skip on the whole damn thing, she is able to captivate her audience over and over again in such a unique way and I can't figure out what it is about her music that does that.

Like I said, the whole things a masterpiece, but one thing that sticks out to me as a songwriter myself is her impeccable use of repetition. The repetition is so fucking important to me you have no idea how much I eat that shit up omfg

American Teenager - "For me, for me..."

House in Nebraska - "I feel so alone, I feel so alone out here..."

Hard Times - "good guys get to be happy, im not happy. I am.. unhappy"

and my personal fav, also in Hard Times - "I'm tired of you still tied to me. Too tired to move, too tired to leave". That line brings me to my knees every time I hear it.

Ethel fixated on those specific phrases, some of which are more obscure than others and as the listener you don't always understand why or what it means but it breaks your heart anyway. THAT is good songwriting. Also, it's easy to look at Ethel's character and kind of shake your head and think maybe she should have known better. But if you pay attention to the repeated phrases, it makes sense why she does the things she does and you feel for her so much more.

And not even to mention August Underground and Televangelism????? I'm not usually a fan of instrumentals, I don't listen to songs with no lyrics unless I'm going to sleep but those two songs?? Hayden said "only bangers" and she god damn fucking meant it. I can feel my soul transcending through time and space when Televangelism comes on.

I listen to music constantly, always finding new artists/genres that I like. But I've never heard an album that punched me in the fucking gut like this one has. It has actually altered my life and probably my brain chemistry. Hayden, you are truly gifted and I'm just grateful you shared it with us. I am aggressively in love with you and your songwriting

I'm sorry for the long post but I could go into rants like this for every song on that album