#it doesn't even have to just be 2 juices. it could be 3 or 4 u just gotta think what would go good together 🧠

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Please drop the drink recipes that u cant taste the alcohol 😍

I'll share my two faves rn ^.^

Lazy Blackberry Mojito

ingredience..:

pink lemonade

club soda

bicardi

a box of blackberries

my steps :3

Put the blackberries in a ziplock bag (after cleaning them) n smash them to a pulp; it leaves you with the leftover juice and bits.

Add a few rounded scoops in a jar, fill with ice.

Pour bicardi (GENTLY), count to 6. u could do more tbh..

Fill halfway with club soda, fill the other half with pink lemonade.

Mix thoroughly.

This one's meant 2 be enjoyed with a boba straw so you can suck up and chew on the berry bits as u go.

Sparkling Sour Apple Cider

ingredieths:

Smirnoff Green Apple Vodka

Sparkling Apple Cider Non-alcoholic

Bicardi

my steps :3

Fill w ice.

Pour bicardi, count to ur preferred number.

Fill up to about a third with green apple vodka.

Fill the rest with Apple Cider.

The green apple vodka is very sweet and together they come out sort of like a sour apple soda.

Closing Thots...

Very generally I'd just say it's a ratio game to me 0: I try to fill the bottom 10-20% (usually) with liquor then mix whatever drinks/juices seem complementary.

The secret to a drink that hardly tastes like liquor is to not use too much lol!! 😭 u can always come back and make another one, if the first one could've been stronger u can go stronger, but start small.

Filling the whole thing with ice makes it go by fast and hits very refreshingly anyhow :^} see these ratio pics as just very loose starting points u can move around from.

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

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Chapter 4

Yandere Teacher Nanami x Student Reader

Warning: Abuse, smut. Abduction, violence, rough play, toxic behavior, age gap, everything from all above. Mainly from his point of view...somewhat... modern au- ish idk. College teacher x student.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Soft music was playing in the background as he spread the condiments onto the fresh, crispy, bread. He felt his body feeling the rhythm of the sweet melody that was playing at the record player. He placed the rest of the ingredients, placing the finished sandwiches onto a white plate. He placed the plates on the other side of the small kitchen table that was in the corner of the room. Don't worry though, there's a dining room so you and him can have family dinner nights with your many future children. He opened the fridge and got out the glass pitcher of orange juice as well as two glass cups that were on the cupboard. He placed the cups on the side of the plate and poured the freshly squeezed orange juice into the clear, glass cups.

He went over to the living room where the record player was sitting perfectly in a cubical section of the large bookshelf that was against the wall, moving the needle off the vinyl record. He walked up the staircase, and he could hear you ruffling around on the bed. He wasn't concerned about your movements around the bed, the rope wasn't long enough for you to leave the premises. He opened the door and saw how you immediately stopped and curled yourself into a ball. He walked closer to you which made you squeamish. He took your wrist and quickly untied the rope. "please don't hurt me." Nanami didn't reply, he pulled your body off the bed to make you land on your feet.

He still had a strong grip on your arms and body that made you unable to run off. He led you to the kitchen where the kitchen table was. He sat you down on the chair and pointed at the food, "Your lunch is ready." He walked over to his seat and sat down.

You couldn't move out of your seat, not because you weren't able to, but because you were a bit too scared. To be quite fair, even if you did get up and make a run for it, he could easily catch you since your back was facing the wall. Nanami kept you caged in. You saw that he was already half done with his sandwich, taking a few sips of his juice. "Are you gonna hurt me?" He looked up at you, chewing the piece of sandwich in his mouth, still not saying anything. You gently picked up your sandwich, taking a small bite from it chewing and swallowing it quickly. "A-are you going to kill me?" He took another sip of his orange juice to wash down the food. He was about to take another bite of his lunch when he heard you say, "Why am I here?" you felt shivers going down your body with the way he stared at you. He was your teacher. Someone who helped you when you were having difficulty understanding an assignment. He was someone that you should've trusted right? Someone whom you so foolishly trusted. Now you're in a place where he keeps you tied up to a bed. You know it's only been two days since you have been here, but you know you'll soon lose track depending on how long you might be here. You don't know exactly why you are here. You kept asking him but all he replied with was "This is your new home." When you ask about your safety, he replies with "I'm not gonna hurt you." however, should you really trust someone who is keeping you captive. It still doesn't answer your questions.

Before he could take another bite he reassures you with, "If I was going to kill you then I would've done it already. Eat your lunch."

You did just that. You don't know if your teacher was a serial killer all along who is psychotic and tortures his victims. You don't know if you are ever going to see the light of day ever again. Just the thought of it made your tears start flowing. You didn't want to cry. You wanted to stay strong. Just not knowing and being kept in the dark, scares you. You covered your mouth trying to conceal the low sob you couldn't keep in. Nanami got up from his seat and went towards you. "I'm-I'm..sorry," you cried out. He kneeled down to your level placing his right hand on your back while his other hand grabbed your cheek and made you turn to him. You uncovered your mouth taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

He wiped away the tears with his thumb, "I'm not going to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do." He leaned closer to you, "You're beautiful and perfect. You are perfect for me."

Your heart felt like it stopped. You felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest. Everything wasn't clear for you to listen to, for you to see. You felt your head feeling light. "You're gonna.....ra......rap-"

You didn't finish the sentence when you saw his head turn away in a sharp turn and heard his low scoff. "That's what you think of me?" He straightened himself up making a hard fist. "I would never do that to you. Not like that at least. I want our first time to be special. "He sat back to his seat. He sighed, rolling his eyes, "If you don't want me to hurt you then don't give me a reason. And just to let you know, escaping is one of them, not listening to me is another. Now finish your food."

You took more deep breaths before continuing to eat the sandwich he prepared for you. Once you were finished, he took you back to the bedroom and tied you up again. He fixed his tie and hair, putting on his specs. "I'm going back to work." He checked his watch and raised an eyebrow, "Might be 10 minutes late before my next class. I'll be back for dinner. What do you want so I can pick it up."

You sat there with your knees to your chest. 'What do you want?' as if it was a nothing question. 'Dinner?' the second time you spend dinner time with him. "uh....mm...pa-pasta?"

"Pasta?" He looked at you as you nodded. "Okay. Pasta it is."

He walked out of the room closing the door and that was the end of that. He doesn't tell you anything else like your friends or relatives. He still doesn't let you roam around the house freely, which wasn't shocking. So you just sat there for hours waiting for him to come home. Even though he keeps tied up, he's the only other human interaction that you get. Still not knowing what's going to happen to him. Human isolation might just drive a person crazy. You could ask for something so you wouldn't be so bored. Maybe some books, or a sketchbook, maybe he could let you watch some TV or give you some puzzle games so at least your mind is being occupied.

You aren't sure if your family is even looking for you or if anyone even noticed you have gone missing. Were they ever going to find you? Are you ever going to leave this place? Is this where you're going to live for the rest of your life? Is your teacher a complete psychopath who kills people? Are you his next victim? Or what he says is true? Is he not going to hurt you? Only time will tell for you. Of course for Nanami, he knows your fate. So, yes you're going to live here for the rest of your life. As for the rest of the questions; who knows?"

You reached over the nightstand by your side and opened the little drawer only to find nothing. You opened it before, you guess you kinda hoped that there was something there for you to do. The light bulb of the fan ceiling was shining throughout the room. The barricaded window prohibited light from going through, so you aren't sure if it's cloudy or sunny. The only thing you can tell time is the clock on top of the dresser and Nanami's work schedule. You know Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, he has four classes, and on Wednesday, and Thursday, he would only have three classes to teach. On the days he would have four classes, his first class would start at 8:00 am. His second one was in fact the 10:00 am class, the same class you were in. His third class would be at 1:00pm and his last class would be at 5:00pm. He would come home at 6:30. The days he would have three classes, his first class would also start at 8:00am. His second class would start at 10:30 am. His last class would start at 2:00pm. However, he would come home at 5:00pm due to him staying a bit late so he could help students who might need help. He has mentioned to you that he might just come home after his last class since no one comes in so you don't have to be alone all day.

He also mentioned how he will change his class time the next semester so he could come home early to you. Nanami being the only person that you could listen to and talk to makes him the only source of entertainment for you, so knowing all this makes sense for you.

You lay down on the bed closed your eyes, covering your face with the blanket to shield you from the bright light. You didn't know how long you'd been asleep, but it was long enough that you heard the door open and close.

You could hear his footsteps you could hear that he had come home already. He opened the door and went to untie you. He. once again, lifted you up by grabbing the side of your arms and pulling you off the bed. He pretty much dragged you to the kitchen, either way, it's not like you have any freedom to move wherever you feel like it. He sat you back down on the chair from the square, light brown, kitchen table. He moved the bowl, that had pasta, closer to you. He went over to grab two clear, glass cups and poured ice and cold water. He gave you the black plastic fork that came with the food while he had the silverware.

You didn't ask any more questions. You didn't hesitate to eat the food. You simply sat there and had dinner with your teacher; with the person who is keeping you captive in a nice, cozy home.

He poured himself some wine into his wine glass, taking a sip. "I missed you today. During class when you weren't there" That's right, it's Friday, you were supposed to be in his class today. You were supposed to be in school today before lunch. 'If it was high school, would it notify anyone that you weren't there' you thought. "But then I realized that I have you here, so really I get excited to come here." He took a bite from his food, swallowing it. "I'll eventually have family pictures of us on my desk or wallet so I can stare at them. You know and have a family portrait of us and our kids."

kids? He wants to have kids with you. You placed your hand on your tummy, trying to really process what had said. You never thought about having kids, you're too young. You still have a life to accomplish, having kids was not on your mind. He wants to have kids with you. That changes everything. Does he want kids now? You'll have to go through painful childbirth. You'll have to put your body through something that you hear horror stories about from other women who experienced it.

"Of course, we'll have kids when you're ready. When we're ready. I don't want to have kids now when my schedule isn't exactly consistent, but once I change that then we can try. Once you're ready then we can try to have multiple children." He continued eating his food so nonchalantly. " I want to have four kids in total. I always wanted a sibling growing up and I think it'll be nice for our kids to have siblings as well. I won't rush you to give birth to all four quickly. Childbirth can be hard especially for someone to recover." He picked up the last few pieces of pasta with his fork, " finish your food so I can give you a bath."

Bath? you're gonna be naked and he's going to bathe you. You finished your last bite, drinking the cold water. He's going to give you a bath? Is he going to ask you to strip? Or is he going to strip you himself? He did say that he won't force anything on you, so you shouldn't have to worry right?

He got up and dragged you back to the bedroom upstairs. He shut the door and went to the bathroom while he held your wrists together. He towards the tub and turned it on. You felt your heart rate going up. You felt nervous. "I can bathe myself." you huffed out.

He looked back at you, "I know you can." He checked the temp of the water, letting the water fill up the bathtub. He stood in front of you holding to your waist, keeping you still for a moment. He reached over and started to pull down your shorts. You felt the shorts falling and landing on your feet. Your eyes widened and your breath began to be uncontrollable. He reached to the bottom of your top and started to pull them up, but you quickly crossed your arms making him stop. "I can do it myself. I can bathe myself." He stopped and then released your top from his fingertips. He moved to the side walking to be behind you. You felt his chest on your back, "Please I can do it. I'll feel a lot better if I do it. Please, Nanami."

"Say 'Kento'" He whispered in your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Kento." You said back to him.

"From now on call me Kento. It's my first name." He said, taking a few steps back. He leaned back on the bathroom door. "Now strip."

"I don't need someone to watch me." You turned your head to look at him as he crossed his arms staring back at you.

"No, sweetheart. You can bathe yourself, but I'm not leaving you alone. So either strip and bathe yourself while I stand here and watch or I go and do it myself."

You turned your head back around and started to lift your top off. You went down and pulled your panties off. The thought of how he can see your bare ass made you feel weird. You went on and unhooked your bra. You let the bra strands fall down from your shoulders. You quickly slid in your one hand over your breast to cover them. You were completely naked in front of Nanami. He could feel his crotch area getting tight and hard. This was torture for him. It was torture for you. You carefully took a step inside the tub with lukewarm water, getting more comfortable. You eventually sat down in the middle of the bathtub. Your back still turned to him. Even though you barely had any room to move around, you tried your best not to turn around. Nanami's eyes wandered else in the bathroom to calm his area down. You quickly washed your hair with the nice scented shampoo and washed your body with the body wash cloth.

When all the soap left your body you knew it was time to get out. "I'm done, Kento."

Nanami turned his gaze back to you. He pulled the towel from the hook that was installed on the bathroom wall. He walked up to you with the towel extended to his arm's length." Get up."

When you stood up, you felt his arm embrace around you covering you with the soft, dry towel. You got out of the tub, feeling the towel land on your wet legs. He dragged you back to the room where he pointed to the folded clothes that were resting on top of the little stool in front of the armrest chair, "Change into your pajamas." You felt his grip letting go. You quickly dried yourself with the towel he gave you before putting on the set of pajamas and undergarments. When you finished you finally turned to him and faced him. He moved to the side to reveal the white vanity. " There is a hair blow dryer for you to use." You sat down on the chair that matched the vanity and grabbed the blowdryer that was being plugged in by Nanami. Mist while you were drying your hair, you could hear Nanami's belt buckle drop on the floor. You knew that he was stripping behind you. He removed his tie and started to unbutton his blue dress shirt. You looked at the mirror in front of you and saw Nanami exposed. You saw all of his muscles clearly. You already knew that he was fit so seeing his muscles was something else. He went and put on some grey sweatpants and waited for you to finish drying your hair.

When you finished, you got up from the chair as Nanami took your hand and placed you back on the bed. He tied your hands and pulled the blankets over you and him. You lay on your side as you felt his arm wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer to him.

You could tell that he had already fallen asleep. It took a while for you to do so as well. Your mind kept wondering about all those questions you had.

Are you ever leaving here?

His strong hand kept you in tight.

Is this your new life?

His chin rested on top of your head.

Did you regret walking to his class that day?

You could hear his light snores.

You're never leaving.

This is your new life.

Just accept it already.

@black-swan-blog27

@zeniiis

[starryeyeesworld]

Veggies mealspø moodboard 🥦✨️

(As per the results from the poll I made 💚 I'm not sure this turned out the way I wanted it but it's cute so here you go)

Recipes

1) Just having plain uncooked veggies as snack is so nice (especially crunchy vegetables). Even if you add a simple dip it doesn't add too many c@ls!

Recipe for tztziki

You add in a bowl low fat greek yoghurt, grated cucumber, diced dill, diced garlic, a bit of olive oil and salt and you mix it (you can add mint too)

(A recipe for hummus is a bit harder but if you want it dm me and I'll try my best to explain)

2) Cucumbers or tomatoes on a rice cake with a little bit of light cream cheese 😋

3) vegetable soup

Veggie soup is actually pretty easy to make. Just cut veggies of your choice (carrots, onions, broccoli, celery, green beans). Lightly soute the veggies in a little bit of oil (its good to add them one by one starting from the one that needs to cook for longer to othe once that need less cooking). Then add some veggie broth (if possible low sodium one) and boil until ready.

4) Salad

Literally so easy but delicious and so filling. I usually just put a little bit of olive oil, salt, and lemon juice and it's soo good. Leafy greens, tomato, cucumber, and raw onion 😋 (you can add a few cubes of low fat feta cheese as well)

5) boiled or souted veggies (Brocoli, carrots) on top of rice is so nice as well, and so quick to prepare and easy to meal prep!

I hope this is somewhat helpful to at least one person~ 💚

I'm not sure how this post turned out but I tried my best~

If something in my explanation is unclear, you could always dm me or ask in the comments!!

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Dp x dc thoughts and stuff

New Dimension, Who's This?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Okay okay wait what if ghosts sort of feed off their own energy supply or like humans make our own blood they make their own ecto.

But Danny is a halfa.

Maybe he doesn't make any or just not in his human form. So when his powers use it up he has to find a way to get more.

In Amity that isn't really a problem, but if he's not in Amity? If he's not even in his dimension?

...

Danny is king, he has been for a few years now. Lets say he's 20 something and he's still learning his og powers as well as his new kingly eldritch ones.

He makes a portal, goes in to check it out, and gets stuck when he doesn't have enough juice to make another one to go back.

Portals aren't simple, even a portal for something human at a lower power level needs a lot to make a portal in their own dimension.

Creating one for an eldritch being, the king of the infinite realms, to another dimension requires an insane amount of energy. so he's stuck... somewhere, with no energy source. Transforming back into something vaguely human looking is taxing so he sits on the ground to take stock. The extra arms, paper white skin and hair, and the many ever shifting eyes are gone, but he can still feel the fangs and pointy ears, his crown shrunk down to a broach keeping a cape in place, it's covered in a frost so cold the fabric around it crystalizes, and his clothing is an odd mix of ghostly regalia and a black hoodie. It doesn't look bad, but he doesn't know how this dimension works just yet and he doubts this will help him "fit in".

Thankfully invisibility and intangibility come so naturally to him it's just the switch that requires ecto, similar to transforming, once he's there that's where he'll stay.

He needs to find a power source, wherever it is he's ended up, so he goes looking. He finds Lazarus pits but they aren't bottomless like the lakes in the zone. Some are like a dripping faucet, sure it'll fill back up at some point but who knows how long that'll take. Others were artificial, someone ripped a hole between realities, probably a small one since the leftover feeling of a portal wasn't there.

Danny stays invisible for nearly 2 months as he searches for a way home, time can act differently between dimensions, in Amity he might be gone an hour or a decade. The best thing to do for now is to get in contact with Clocky and hope they can figure it out together.

While emptying another pit he hears an angry man yell "You said this one wasn't empty."

An obviously nervous voice answers, "It was full this morning, Sir."

"This is the last one we have any record of!" there's a crash that intrigues Danny so he pops above the surface to catch a glimpse.

His stomach falls when he sees a Vlad looking fruit loop tearing apart a makeshift lab in a cave. Equipped with the same ridicules cape and beard.

There is a woman sitting on a folding chair, her legs are crossed and she very obviously is done with whatever fruit loop 2.0 is doing.

He was expecting to find more than 4! If that's the last of the leaks he needs to find another source asap.

"We can head to Gotham." the woman says, still uninterested as she pulls at a thread on her sleeve. "That place has always been a cesspool for everything weird."

"Nyssa." the man takes a breath, no longer yelling he continues, "We've tried that."

The woman stands, she looks scarier calm than the fruitloop does angry. "No, we tried to find one. We couldn't search there cuz of the bats, but if there are a few diversions we could get enough equipment into the sewers and we'd continue our search unnoticed."

Danny doesn't care much about the rest, he needs to get to Gotham before they do. He just needs to find where that is.

...

Jason Todd came back from the dead a few years ago. [We can leave him at around 23, idk what age he was when Talia plopped him into the pits.]

He's angry ALL the time, it fogs his mind so much it feels like he's no longer in control of his body. He knows he nearly killed one of his brothers, possibly two, but they ignore it so he does too.

He hasn't seen his family much since he was... brought back. As always, something pushes him to take action when he would rather not.

This time it's a rumor amongst his lackeys about someone planning on killing Redhood. They don't know he and Red are the same person, so he was planning on leaving the helmet at a safe house and sticking around to give orders and keep an eye on things.

That plan falls through when a group of three come up to him, they think he spends the most amount of time with the boss and want to keep their leader safe, but don't feel they have that kind of relationship with him to show how worried they are. They push Jason to take Redhood and hide.

His way of doing things creates a pretty even playing field amongst the lackeys, other than Redhood himself. If he refuses he's not a team player, if he tries to advise against it they'll think he's the one trying to kill his own alter ego.

He has to go somewhere none of his enemies know of, but also where none of his allies know.

That's how he's ended up being shuffled into the manor by Alfred, duffle bag in his arm and a headache so horrendous it's hard to understand what Alfred is saying.

~

Jason had been at the manor for two weeks, in that time he'd heard of two territory fights by crime alley, someone emptying the Lazarus pits around the world, and the assassination attempt on him hasn't played out yet.

He was going insane with his family on him at all times. No matter what he did someone was with him.

He knew telling them he felt ill and didn't want to hurt an innocent if the rage took over wasn't the best idea, but he couldn't think of one that would work as well to get them on his side.

That meant, however, that he wouldn't be able to go out on patrol at all nor leave the manor alone.

Damian, of all of them, was the one that helped him. He still acted like the spoiled brat he always was, but he'd grown. He was calmer, not by much, but it took him longer to be set off than he used to.

It wasn't hard to convince him not to say anything, he still knew his brother after all he came prepared. An intricate knife from 15th century china he nabbed off a man with a sword collection that could rival Damians and a story of wanting to get back his cat that he had to leave at his main safe house was all it took to get Damian to agree.

With his needed entertainment (books and videogames), his cat stuffed inside his jacket (which yes, Emma did exist), and ice cream; they were making their way back to the manor at dusk. Jason froze, someone something was following them.

"Dami, do you have your sensor turned on."

"Of course I do." he puffed out his chest and stopped to push back his sleeve.

"Don't stop walking, check what's to my left." the building was boarded up. It hadn't been like that last time he was here.

"Don't tell me what to do." Damian caught up with him before adding, "The building has no electricity or anything in it, but it's weirdly cold."

Just as they both look over to the building something phases through the boarded up window. "Run, now!"

As they take off towards the manor the creature follows them. He can't hear it, no footsteps, no heartbeat, no breathing, but he can feel it. And he wants to fight it.

"It's still following us." Damian whisper yelled. then Damian answered a question he didn't ask. "We're half a mile from the manor, on the road with the ice-cream shop."

"You have your com on?" His need to fight this thing only grew.

"Just with Tim. We should never have them fully off, something could happen."

Of course, he knew that, he suffered those consequences. He was probably the reason it was so enforced... and why it was followed.

Suddenly the roaring of an engine and a black car with all it's doors open comes racing down the road. Damian jumps in first, with Emma stuffed in his jacket he can't just throw himself in so he chucks his games and slides in feet first, hugging his chest to keep her safe.

The doors shut and the car speeds off past the entrance to the manor.

The winding roads should have shook the creature off their trail. It's not long before the car takes them down a secret entrance to the bat cave.

There's yelling before he's even out of the car.

"You could have got hurt!" Tim is yelling at him, "I don't care who you think you are, you put our brother in danger!" The rage starts back up, he was here first, he was the one who could protect Dami not him.

"Timmothy I fight crime."

Tim swivels on his heels, "That thing wasn't human. How would you have fought it exactly?"

Jason can feel himself being engulfed in it again, he's vision going green and his whole body tensing. "Listen here replacement."

"I am not!" Tim turns back around, the steam in him vanishes when he looks at Jason's face.

"Boys," a calm voice echoes through the cave. "No fighting in the cave. Go up stairs to breath or finish outside."

Jason ignores Tim and Dami as he walks to the elevator. He can't look at Alfred, can't let him see him like this.

Once out from behind the bookcase he lets Emma down gently, then flops onto the couch. If they know what's good for them they'll find another way up.

They don't apparently and all three walk out the same exit, bickering.

The noise erases the effort he'd made to quite the pits, as he stands to shut them up the creature floats up through the table.

A terrifying creature with long teeth, pointy ears, long curved nails and a cap hiding a thin hunched figure leans towards him. As he jumps away the thing grabs him and latches on.

Jason tries to shake it off, but it's almost like it's stuck to him. Not physically, but there is something holding them together and it's not the creature.

Suddenly a bright light flashes and the creature turns onto a young man.

"Why's the ecto in this dimension so shit." It... he looks tired, there are bags under his eyes and his skin looks sickly. He's draped over Jason, at first he thought the man was holding Jason in place, but it seemed more like he was holding himself up.

Tim stopped in his tracks. "What the fuck?"

"Language."

"Sorry Alf, but uh... What's happening?"

The man mumbled something, he rested his head on Jason's shoulder, he could see the effort it took to speak louder. "I'm so hungry dude. Why are you the only liminal person I've come across? It makes no sense."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

[spicyvampire]

I think there is 2 timelines (T1/T2) and 3 povs, which means 3 people are dying in T1 and we got 3 povs of people having their lives flashing in front of their eyes which is what we are seeing in T2

we got Great with the obvious cardiac arrest at 11:00pm, so we get his pov more in front cuz he is the only one of the people dying in timeline1 that has the 4 minutes into the future vision during his cardiac arrest thing, which means he has the power to "change" the course of what has already happened in T1 when it's about to happen in T2 but he can't completely control everything cuz some events & people are probably fixed points and some linked to all 3 povs at the same time, so even if he can modify how he reacts to an event that really happened in T1 he can't actually completely change stuff in T2, for exemple the lady that get hit by his car touch both Great and Tyme povs, Tle involving Great with the Dome incident touches Great & some people are therorizing that Dome is Tonkla's brother & it would make sense here and make it so that event would also touch Tonkla, and any emotional progress that happens with Tyme touch both Great and Tyme so all of these things are fixed points

we got Tyme's pov because he also got shot at the very start and clearly look like he took his last breath and he probably went into cardiac arrest, Tyme's pov is getting us Everything going on in the hospital in T2 like Den & his heart attack patient studies because Den told Tyme about them, and the other side of Great's family business that Great probably doesn't even know about in T1 or T2 (at least at the start of them), also more juice on Great and Tyme's developing relationship

the reason why I think there is a 3rd person dying is because these 2 povs do not completely explain why we are also seeing so much of what's going with Tonkla, like as a stretch Tyme's pov could explain why we are seeing most of Korn in T2 as Tyme is obviously investigating the mafia family business, but it doesn't explain the whole Win/Tonkla/Korn situation and it certainly doesn't explain why we saw Tonkla killing someone, it would be way too much of a stretch to think we are seeing all of this just because of Great cuz Tle got him involved with wtv is happening with Dome who might be Tonkla's brother who dies, so that 3rd pov could be the person Tonkla is killing, which is a change from Great and Tyme pov because Tonkla isn't himself dying and it makes us wonder who is close and obsessed enough with Tonkla for even if they are the person dying the center stage of their pov still being Tonkla, and that answer might just be the cop, Win, so is the 3rd person dying Win? And if it is why Tonkla killing him? Well maybe cuz Tonkla did end up killing whoever killed his brother (Tle if Tonkla's brother really is Dome) and Win found out

Lmao thats enough speaking out of my ass for one night it's 2am I'm going to bed bye

[crow-aeris]

Part 3 of the au my brain worms gave me 😔

Part 1, 2, 4

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"I keep forgetting about you being a literal trash rat," Jason scoffs, poking at the single pitiful skillet at sat innocently in the giant pantry. He sighs, taking it out, rinsing it, before setting it on the stove.

"Shut up," Tim sighed, pressing his face into the countertop, "You're such an asshole."

"Language, birdy," Jason scoffed, grimacing as he looked through the fridge, "Is there nothing organic in here? You're supposed to be rich, Tim!"

"It's too much work!" his brother complained, "I can't bother with cooking when there are Batmen and Robins to stalk!"

Jason deadpanned, turning over to pin Tim with an unimpressed stare, "Really, kid?"

He shrugs, "You called me a stalker, Jay, I'm just leaning into it! Also, do you want to deal with Dick or Damian next?"

Jason scoffed, "You're the genius, figure it out."

"You lie to Batman once!"

"Oh shut up," Jason rolled his eyes before deciding to make scrambled eggs, because those were the only thing in the entire fridge that were even slightly healthy. Everything else was either frozen meals, exotic fruit juice, and even more frozen meals. God the amount of salt here is atrocious, "We both know you've lied to all of us at least three times."

It was very telling when Tim didn't respond.

"Alright, you make the plans, I make the eggs, and I'll veto anything that sounds utterly batshit insane."

"Do you want to call your mom first?" Tim offered, "She's probably worried sick."

Jason turned, his expression pinching as guilt churned in his chest... He... He doesn't know if he should. He knows she'll die, that someday she'll overdose and leave behind a shaking, trembling, wide-eyed and fearful son, but- but he doesn't think he could deal with it again. Sure, she's his mom, but he- he doesn't know her, this version of her, at least.

"It's okay if you don't-"

"Shut up," he hissed, shocking himself at how strangled and strained his voice sounded, "I- I don't know if I can."

And Tim, with an infuriatingly patient expression, nods.

Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth. He came to peace with her death all those years ago, the faint memory of his previous life overlapping with this reality's.

But... he still owes it to her...

"...Do you want to come with me?" Jason asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah," Tim responds, "Let me go grab some money, and we can buy something instead."

Jason nods shortly before shoving the skillet back into the pantry before going to wait by the door.

A few moments later, the pair of boys sat side by side on the back of the bus. They made have been at each other's throat all those years ago, but now- god help those who ever try to sever them.

As the bus slowed to a stop, the pair wordlessly stood in tandem and strode off the bus. Years of carefully ingrained memory allowing the pair to work together like a well-oiled machine.

"What are you kids doing out here?" a strange man drawls, striding forward to stand in front of the two.

Jason tensed, shifting forward to place himself between Tim and the strange man, "It's none of your business."

"Don't be like that," the man continues, stepping forward with hungry eyes trawling down Jason's face, "are you two brothers?"

Tim's hand pressed against his shoulder, and Jason relaxed to allow Tim to work his stalker magic.

"Yes, we are!" Tim chirped brightly, his currently tone at complete odds with Tim half an hour ago, "I'm so sorry about my brother's attitude. He didn't get enough sleep last night, you see, so he's just a little grumpy."

"I can speak for myself, Al," Jason huffed, feeling acutely aware of the eyes pinning against his skin.

The man looked interested. It was all Jason could do to keep himself from lashing out at the man for his predatory gaze, "What's your name, kid?"

"I'm Alvin John," Tim says brightly, nudging Jason's side with a careful look, "What's your name?"

"How about your brother first?"

"...Thomas," Jason huffed.

"Why are you two out here all alone? Where are your parents?"

"We were out on a walk," Tim nods, "Don't worry, we're safe! Our mom is expecting us, so we should really be on our way."

"You still haven't told us your name," he interrupts.

"Bright kid! You'd be great if you smiled more," and Tim's hand tightening around his arm was the only thing keeping him from brandishing his pocket knife and pulling a Damian, "my name is Derick Gleisner."

"It was nice meeting you, Mister Gleisner," Tim smiles, "I hope you have a good day!"

"You too, kid."

Jason allows Tim to lead them into the crowd. The pair losing the eyes against their back before heading toward Jason's child hood home.

"Robert Shawn," Tim hisses, barely loud enough for Jason to hear, "arrested on account of human and drug trafficking. Batman will find him six days from now and turn him in to the GCPD."

"You want to use him?" Jason replied tightly.

Tim, to Jason's chagrin, nods, "It's the fastest way, short of breaking into the manor, which would just raise their suspicions. If you want to do this another way, I don't mind."

"You already have plans in place, don't you?" Jason groaned, swatting at Tim's arm with a tired sigh. Tim gives him a side-long look, and Jason's question was promptly answered.

They reached the house a minute later, and Jason pushes open the door with his spare key.

"Mom, I'm home!" he calls, freezing as he received no response, "...Mom?"

Tim freezes suspiciously beside him before cursing under his breath, "Jason!"

"What?" he snaps.

"You were here last time, right?" Tim says softly, "You were home."

Jason nods jerkily, dread pooling in his chest as he sees Tim's expression pinch in worry.

He tears away, the carpet bunching under his feet as he scrambles toward the kitchen.

"MOM?" he calls. She wasn't in the kitchen. Maybe her room? "MOM! MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Jason shoves open the door, scrambling at the doorknob in his haste. He bursts in only to see Catherine slumped over on the floor.

This- this wasn't supposed to fucking happen yet! What the FUCK.

He screamed. His knees aching as he lunged forward to grapple with his mom's body. Her skin cold and limbs stiff- his mom- his mom.

Shit- what- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! It- it was august, she wasn't supposed to die until february. God DAMNIT.

"I've called the ambulance," Tim says from the doorway, "Jay..."

"Shut UP. SHUT. UP," Jason screams, shoving his forehead against chilled cold skin as hot tears burned against his eyes, "Mom...This- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! Tim- what- why?"

"It's... it's most likely because of the disparities between timelines," his brother says, somehow making his technical blabber sound fucking sympathetic, "i think in this timeline, since you weren’t here to stop whatever from happening…”

“…Fuck,” he hisses, flinching slightly as he hears sirens wail in the distance.

“Do you need some time alone?” Tim asks hesitantly.

Jason grits his teeth. He- he doesn’t want to leave her alone- but, but damnit, Tim. Knowing the stupid little fucker would skitter off and do something so utterlyfucking effective yet idiotic. He sucks in a breath, “Just- just give me a sec, kid. I- i need to say goodbye…”

“Okay. Take your time…”

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Part 1, 2, 4

and the directory

[riding-the-sunset-bird]

It's time for Step 4 Cove's posts, and first up is what choices change his look!

As before, my first post on Step 2 Cove's appearance modifiers will tell you a lot of what you need to know if you haven't already read it, but to summarize:

The things that your MC notices/favors/picks up/focuses on influence Cove's look, though there are some exceptions.

In some cases (though there are none in this step), a choice that changes Cove's appearance may also affect his coldness/warmness as well as his studiousness/sportiness. This is coincidental, so Cove's personality doesn't largely impact his look.

If you want a different Cove without using the Cove Creator, try choosing different aesthetic/taste-based options.

Specific to Step 4, however, there are a few key things to note.

Firstly, similar to Step 3 where some earrings would not be visible on Cove depending on what hairstyle he has, the same applies here. The black stud earrings will not be visible with the fluffy hair and the silver huggie earrings will not be visible with the tied-back hair. Ergo, Cove could be wearing earrings in one of your playthroughs if you have either hairstyle on him, but you just might not see them.

Also, the dark raspberry sleeveless shirt with the white anchor symbol and the yellow shirt with the orange flower pattern hide the silver ring necklace, so that's another thing to keep in mind.

Secondly, and I'll have to rip off the bandage for any poor person who wants their Cove to have a tattoo, but there are no choices that will give Cove a tattoo. It's something you can do only with the Cove Creator, which I imagine may be because one of Cove's tattoos can trigger people's trypophobia.

Third, it appears that the modifiers for Step 4 Cove's pants in Step 3 are not the ones actually used in Step 4. In all of my tests, Cove's pants always defaulted to the tan shorts with the gray trim and blue polka dots. If anyone has any evidence to the contrary, then I can test them out, but it appears that the plan was originally for Cove to have six different pairs of pants rather than four - with two of the pairs having color variation like Step 2 and 3 Cove have - but it was changed by the time Step 4 was made.

Below is what you would get if what I presume to be the original intent was kept in place:

Hang (Cove's Version)

If the MC decides to have a drink:

base flavor

An iced green tea. [Pants #4]

A black tea. [Pants #2]

A milk tea. [Pants #2 (Alternate Color)]

An iced coffee. [Pants #1]

A strawberry smoothie. [Pants #2]

A banana smoothie. [Pants #3]

A mango smoothie. [Pants #4]

A coffee frappe. [Pants #1 (Alternate Color)]

A vanilla milkshake. [Pants #1]

A chocolate milkshake. [Pants #1 (Alternate Color)]

mix ins & toppings

You chose to add whipped cream. [Pants #2 (Alternate Color)]

You chose to add chocolate syrup. [Pants #4]

You chose to add caramel syrup. [Pants #1]

You chose to add boba pearls. [Pants #3]

You chose to add condensed milk. [Pants #2]

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There are two other types of pants - an alternate color version of both Pants #3 and #4 - but these aren't attached to any choices so they may have been scrapped even earlier.

In addition to this, though this is nothing the player themself needs to worry about, there is unused code in the game for Step 4 Cove's swimming trunks. This may have been for the scene where Cove strips down to his boxers to take a swim in the ocean, though he would've had swimming trunks on instead.

These are the choices that would've changed them:

Boating

If the MC was sick/scared and was brought downstairs by Cove, who asks if they want a drink (if non-Indifferent):

"Water?" [Swimming Trunks #2]

"Juice?" [Swimming Trunks #1]

"Seltzer water?" [Swimming Trunks #2]

"I don't want anything." [Swimming Trunks #1]

"I don't want you to go." [Swimming Trunks #2]

If the MC stepped up to make drinks for the group:

if the MC put only one ingredient in the drink

[Swimming Trunks #1]

if the MC's drink is "berry dominant" (meaning either the drink has two ingredients and all are berry - grape/cranberry/strawberry/mixed berry - juices, or if the drink has more than two but less than six ingredients and more than two are berry juices)

[Swimming Trunks #2]

if the MC's drink is "common" (meaning either the drink has two ingredients and all are common - apple/orange/pineapple/mango - juices, or if the drink has more than two but less than six ingredients and more than two are common juices)

[Swimming Trunks #1]

if the MC's drink is "uncommon/mixed" (meaning either the drink has two ingredients and there is only one or zero each of berry juice and common juice, or if the drink has more than two but less than six ingredients and there are no more than three each of either berry or common juice)

[Swimming Trunks #2]

if the MC's drink has more than five ingredients but less than ten

[Swimming Trunks #1]

if the MC used all the ingredients in the drink

[Swimming Trunks #2]

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There are additional unused articles of clothing for Step 4 Cove, but these weren't attached to any choices (similar to the two pairs of pants mentioned above): two pajamas shirts and two pairs of pajama pants, as well as two formal shirts.

Cove also has code for a fourth pair of earrings, wristwear (for both wrists), and glasses, the latter two being connected to choices, but the game will simply change it to nothing. Cove's hair doesn't have an extra option exactly, but weirdly there are options to disable all of his hair (this won't give you a bald Cove, but default to the tied-back hair). I wanted to mark these just for the sake of being thorough, so if there's anything that says "[nothing]" rather than "[no change]" then just note that it's because the code is different for those options for the reasons above (so they might be calling for all hair to be disabled, for the fourth wristwear accessory, or fourth pair of glasses).

Keep all that in mind while checking out this list of chances you have to change Cove's look:

Step 3 Intro

After the MC's initial thoughts on Cove having to go away for a while almost every year (if not Indifferent by Step 1/2):

You sent him letters the entire time he was away. [rainbow shapes necklace]

Your moms helped you ship out care packages to him and his mom. [silver ring necklace]

You gave him special treasures to take with him before he left. [no necklace]

You kept an eye on his house for him while he wasn't there. [rainbow shapes necklace]

You were incapable of doing anything until he was back. [silver ring necklace]

If the MC decides that they want further education:

Attend a community college. [slim body type]

Attend a public university. [buff body type]

Go to a private college. [buff body type]

Join a trade school. [slim body type]

Take online classes. [slim body type]

If the MC decides that they want to work:

Find a company to work at. [buff body type]

Work online. [slim body type]

Do contract work. [slim body type]

Start your own business. [buff body type]

If the MC wants to do something that isn't school nor work:

Work on self-improvement on your own. [buff body type]

Take some time just to relax. [slim body type]

Try to figure out what you truly want. [buff body type]

When the MC can decide where they want to go when they move out:

Stay local. [buff body type]

Go to a different part of the state. [slim body type]

Go out of state. [slim body type]

Go abroad. [slim body type]

Travel around to different places. [buff body type]

Hang (Cove's Version)

If the MC decides to have a crepe:

base flavor

Plain. [white stringer shirt with purple pocket]

Strawberry. [blue flowery button-up over a white shirt]

Chocolate. [white stringer shirt with purple pocket]

Green tea. [dark raspberry sleeveless shirt with white anchor symbol]

Lemon. [yellow shirt with orange flower pattern]

fillings & toppings

Whipped cream. [yellow shirt with orange flower pattern]

Condensed milk. [dark raspberry sleeveless shirt with white anchor symbol]

Cream cheese. [white stringer shirt with purple pocket]

Chocolate chips. [blue flowery button-up over a white shirt]

Chocolate syrup. [blue flowery button-up over a white shirt]

Caramel syrup. [dark raspberry sleeveless shirt with white anchor symbol]

Powdered sugar. [white stringer shirt with purple pocket]

Strawberries. [yellow shirt with orange flower pattern]

Mango slices. [dark raspberry sleeveless shirt with white anchor symbol]

Mixed berries. [yellow shirt with orange flower pattern]

Banana slices. [blue flowery button-up over a white shirt]

Errands

When the MC spots a fudge stall at the market:

You got closer to the stall. [no change]

But soon your gaze drifted elsewhere. [sideswept hair]

(following above choice) If the MC chose to approach the fudge stall:

You didn't want to get any. [nothing (this will default to the tied-back hair in Step 4)]

You wanted to get yourself a box. [no change]

You wanted to get a box to share with everyone. [no change]

You wanted to get a box just for Cove. (if non-Indifferent) [no change]

And that was all. [no change]

If the MC chooses to get fudge for anyone:

Milk Chocolate. [sideswept hair]

Dark Chocolate. [middle-parted hair]

White Chocolate. [fluffy hair]

Cookies and Cream. [tied-back hair]

Caramel swirl. [fluffy hair]

Chocolate Peanut butter. [fluffy hair]

Dark Chocolate Mint.

○ (if buying for self/everyone who isn't Cove) [tied-back hair]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

Red Velvet.

○ (if buying for self/everyone who isn't Cove) [middle-parted hair]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

Maple Walnut.

○ (if buying for self/everyone who isn't Cove) [nothing (this will default to the tied-back hair in Step 4)]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

White Chocolate Peppermint.

○ (if buying for self/everyone who isn't Cove) [tied-back hair]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

Chocolate Toffee.

○ (if buying for self/everyone) [middle-parted hair]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

Key Lime.

○ (if buying for self/everyone who isn't Cove) [sideswept hair]

○ (if buying for Cove) [no change]

When the MC can buy groceries:

Apples. [average red glasses]

Oranges. [nothing (this will default to no glasses in Step 4)]

Peaches. [no glasses]

Strawberries. [rounded gray glasses]

Onions. [rectangular brown glasses]

Peppers. [no glasses]

Lettuce. [average red glasses]

Tomatoes. [rounded gray glasses]

Cucumbers. [no glasses]

Carrots. [nothing (this will default to no glasses in Step 4)]

Lemons. [rounded gray glasses]

Limes. [rectangular brown glasses]

Spinach. [average red glasses]

Potatoes. [no glasses]

You didn't get anything. [no glasses]

When the MC can buy honey and/or jam:

Clover Honey. [rectangular brown glasses]

Orange Blossom Honey. [nothing (this will default to no glasses in Step 4)]

Spring Wildflower Honey. [no glasses]

Honey Butter. [average red glasses]

Strawberry Jam. [rounded gray glasses]

Raspberry Jam. [rectangular brown glasses]

Blackberry Jam. [no glasses]

Apricot Jam. [nothing (this will default to no glasses in Step 4)]

Blueberry Jam. [rounded gray glasses]

Plum Jam. [nothing (this will default to no glasses in Step 4)]

Rhubarb Jam. [rectangular brown glasses]

You didn't get anything. [no change]

Talks

[NONE]

Charity

[NONE]

Drive

[NONE]

Reflection

[NONE]

Late Shift

When the MC can order at the fast food place:

A hamburger. (if the MC is not vegetarian, vegan, pescatarian, or pollotarian) [layered blue and maroon bracelets on right wrist]

○ With cheese. [no change]

○ With no cheese. [no change]

A vegan veggieburger. [multiple colored bracelets on right wrist]

A chicken sandwich. (if the MC is not vegetarian, vegan, or pescatarian) [black bracelet on right wrist]

A spicy chicken sandwich. (if the MC is not vegetarian, vegan, or pescatarian) [no change]

French fries. [nothing (this will default to no wristwear on the right wrist in Step 4)]

Onion rings. (if the MC is not vegan) [no change]

A salad. [no wristwear on the right wrist]

Chicken nuggets. (if the MC is not vegetarian, vegan, or pescatarian) [layered blue and maroon bracelets on right wrist]

Jalapeno poppers. [multiple colored bracelets on right wrist]

A soda. [black bracelet on right wrist]

A milkshake. (if the MC is not vegan) [nothing (this will default to no wristwear on the right wrist in Step 4)]

A soft serve sundae. (if the MC is not vegan) [no wristwear on the right wrist]

A chocolate chip cookie. (if the MC is not vegan) [layered blue and maroon bracelets on right wrist]

An apple pie. (if the MC is not vegan) [multiple colored bracelets on right wrist]

Nothing. [no wristwear on the right wrist]

Serendipity

When everyone is discussing their plans for what sweet treat they want:

"A popsicle." [silver huggie earrings]

"An ice cream cone." [black stud & silver huggie earrings]

"An ice cream sandwich, too." [black stud earrings]

Boating

[NONE]

Happiness

If the MC decided to make food for Cove (if Shopping happened, Growing happened, or the MC bought fudge for Cove in Errands):

You chose to bake cinnamon rolls. (if Shopping happened) [nothing (this will default to no wristwear on the left wrist in Step 4)]

You were going to make banana, peanut butter, and honey sandwiches. (if Growing happened) [pale yellow watch on the left wrist]

You'd make him homemade fudge. (if the MC bought fudge for Cove in Errands) [ridged slate gray bracelet on the left wrist]

If the MC decided to get food for Cove that didn't require preparation:

(if Drive happened) [thick brown and tan bracelet with white helm on the left wrist]

(if Drive did not happen) [no wristwear on the left wrist]

Step 3 Ending

If the MC chose to make jewelry with Lee and the others:

"I wanna find some sea glass too." [nothing (this will default to no wristwear on the left wrist in Step 4)]

"I'm gonna hunt for a handful of shells to pick from." [pale yellow watch on the left wrist]

"I'm gonna look for some driftwood." [ridged slate gray bracelet on the left wrist]

"I wanna use some stones." [thick brown and tan bracelet with white helm on the left wrist]

"I'll just wait and see. I don't have a plan." [no wristwear on the left wrist]

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Aaaand that's everything! It's really a shame about Cove's tattoos and pants, and I can't help being curious about the potential unused content (there aren't image files or anything for them, unfortunately), but I hope this helped anyway!

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

[lemon-russ]

-trips- ah fuck no I spilled character development juice all over him oh god oh no--

throwing out there this is pre-warped but post guilliman Cato, so I'm not using vanilla flavor character development I'm making my own bastardized concoction

Part 7/ ???

1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7 :: 7.5 :: 8 :: 9 :: 10

Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

(Cato POV 3rd person though)

CW: Vague alluding to sex and mild injuries, not much going on this time

Summary: Cato has to go talk to Dad about almost killing the family pet mortal Guilliman's favorite diplomat

word count: 2,041

He froze as she pressed her lips to his. This… was not like the other kiss. That one was frustration and need and honesty a little trying to make her stop talking. This was…. confusing.

He tentatively kisses her back, putting a hand on her hip. She tastes like salt from her tears, but also… sweet? And her lips are very soft. He didn't notice all this when he was just focused on getting inside her earlier.

By the throne, it is getting very hard to ignore the feelings strangling his dual hearts. He is above these distractions, he doesn't need to be doing this- not to mention he was directly going against the codex. So why isn't he stopping?

She pulls away and he follows her mouth for a second, leaning in before she gently puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He frowns. His face felt hot and strange, and his hearts felt like they started beating out of sync from each other. She was smiling at him, cheeks streaked with tears, and dirt and dust from the day.

The thunderhawk lurches a bit as it landed, and he held her steady- he was going to scold her about not buckling in but he remembered he was the one who unbuckled her. Whoops. He composes himself, standing and affixing his helmet quickly to hide whatever was happening to his face as the doors to the ship slid open to the hangar.

Guilliman stood there, looking concerned, face etched in a deep frown. “Ah, Captain, Ambassador- thank goodness you’re well,” he said, relief in his voice. The Ambassador looked a bit flustered, and he realized she’d forgotten they were landing soon. He almost forgot she was a little empty headed for a moment.

She smiles awkwardly, tugging his cape around her neck and shoulders a bit tighter. Emperor, she looked a mess. He grimaces at the bite marks he could see her trying to hide. Whoops again. He's not even sure how she could explain those, and hopes she can get into high collared uniform shirt quickly.

Guilliman reaches out a hand to help her down the ramp, leading her gently away. Cato follows a step behind, mind whirring and heart pounding. He still had the matter of having to make up for this mess to his father. He had only recently been returned to them, a miracle and savior to the Imperium. Cato was lucky enough to be an ultramarine and a legendary fighter, so he was often around him, and he dreaded disappointing his Primarch. He frowns nervously, watching his lord carefully lead the diplomat by a chivalrous hand, making sure she doesn't misstep in those ridiculous heels.

His father was particularly fond of the ambassador, hand-picking her for the role. When not off on a mission, she was usually somewhere near him, acting as an assistant- not like a serf, but like a secretary of sorts? He's not actually sure what she does outside of talking to people, he realizes. But she's always doing something, and orbiting Guilliman while she does it.

That's the whole reason he was sent to guard her, after all. As much as it was to force Cato to do something besides pestering him, Guilliman also wanted the renowned Cato Sicarius to guard his pet mortal.

And he'd failed. He supposes technically she did get home alive, but she was a bit battered, and she was taken prisoner and put in danger on his watch. He feels his stomach sink as he watches how his Primarch is fretting over the small woman, inspecting her injuries and looking like he was one stumble away from just picking her up and carrying her to the apothecary himself.

Fuck, he sighs to himself. On top of it all, he lost his mind and slept with her in a cave, while she was in mortal danger, and marked her up doing it. He prays to the Emperor that she covers for him about the bites and hickeys. She would, right? She likes him. He thinks. He thinks he might like her, maybe? He doesn't hate her as much as he thought he did.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, thankfully muffled by his helmet. This was the worst. All of this is why astartes aren't supposed to form relationships. Another rule he'd broken because of this stupid woman. And what did it get her? Pampered by his father, while he watches and dreads and feels like he might vomit with nerves.

They reach the apothecary and Guilliman leads her in, talking with the workers and then talking softly to her. She looks so tired. How long since she slept? He scowls at himself, he forgot baseline humans need sleep constantly. The apothecaries take her inside and Guilliman turns to him. “Sicarius. Shall we talk in my office?”

Cato lets out an anxious breath. “Of course, my lord.”

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He stands in a clean uniform before his father's large desk, at attention. Guilliman stands behind the desk, frowning at him a bit. Emperor, he knew it, he knew he'd be punished for this-

“I'm sorry, Cato.” His father says softly. Cato blinks at him a few times. “M-my lord?” He asks, expression tightening in confusion.

The Primarch knits his brows and looks pained. “I put you in a situation alone that could have been very dangerous. Three men and a thunderhawk lost, and you had to handle it all alone. I should have sent backup, or sent her normal guards- I wasn't thinking and I endangered you. I'm sorry, son.” He said, walking to him and putting a large hand on his shoulder.

Cato's mind races. His father was… apologizing to him. That's so wrong- it almost feels blasphemous. “My lord, please, this was my fault-” he started, but Guilliman shook his head. “I won't hear it, Captain. You did well today, I'm impressed she only came back with superficial injuries. I'm thankful you both came back at all, after hearing the reports.”

He steps in front of Cato and holds his shoulders, smiling apologetically. “You have shown why you are the best the ultramarines have to offer today. Having you here gives me hope for this Imperium yet.” He smiles down at him warmly.

Cato is… well, flabbergasted. He swallows hard, blinking away something in his eyes- dust or dirt from that damned planet, of course- “Thank you, my lord. I… I live to serve.” He says nervously. Guilliman smiles and pats his shoulder, letting him go and walking back to the window. “You'll be allowed to spearhead the attack in the rebels, of course, and after that, I've decided to let you pick your next excursion yourself. No more babysitting, don't worry.” He chuckled, smiling back at him.

Cato smiled back, hearts feeling lighter with the dread lifted. Then it falters. No more guard duty. Which is of course what he wanted. Especially now that the ambassador made it weird. Then why did it make his chest tight that he wasn't going to see her more? He smiled a bit anxiously at the primarch. “Ah- it wasn't so bad. I got to play hero, and fight a lot, and bring your little diplomat back to you…” he says, shuffling a bit.

Guilliman chuckles, “You are a good sport, Sicarius. I appreciate you taking all your duties seriously, but don't worry, her normal guards will be back on duty. And for special occasions, I'll return to having Commander Titus accompany her.” He says with amusement.

Cato forces a smile. “Ah, Demetrian. An… interesting choice.” He says in a tight voice. Uhg. Demetrian Titus, one of his commanders. Always playing loose with the codex, but oh, everyone loves Titus. He grimaces internally. What does he care, it's not his problem now who watches her. Commander Titus is certainly capable enough of keeping her alive if he has help at least. Not that he cared. Ok, well, he did care a little, he'd already accepted that part. He swallowed, holding in a sigh.

Guilliman watches him and raises a brow, but as he opens his mouth to speak, Cato is spared by someone knocking on the office door. Guilliman smiles, “Ah, ambassador, come in.”

Cato tenses a bit. Should he just be professional around her still? Pretend everything is normal? Probably.

She smiles at the primarch, walking in and giving a small nod of respect. “My lord.” She greets, then glances at Cato, and her expression flashes with confliction too. She gives him a small smile though. “Captain.” She says softer. He nods back, keeping his expression professional. She's cleaned up, her hair fixed back into a neat style, unsurprisingly opting for a normal uniform and not a dress or some nonsense, as the collars hid the neck. Her face has some bandages and she's bruised, but she seems fine otherwise.

He sighs a bit, trying to focus on his father instead. Guilliman grins and walks up to her, patting her tiny shoulder. “I'm so glad you are safe. I am so, so sorry I put you in danger like that. Don't worry, from now on you're never leaving without at least 2 guards, preferably 3.” He says seriously. She smiles nervously up at him, “Ah- it's fine, really my lord, Captain Sicarius handled things, I was totally safe the whole time. Don't apologize…”

The primarch smiles warmly at her. “You are such a forgiving spirit, little one. Why don't you take the next few days off, get some rest and heal up a bit.” He offered gently.

She smiles, “I appreciate the offer, my lord, but I have appointments I can't reschedule. I'll be just fine.”

The primarch sighs, smiling and shaking his head. “Always dedicated to your work. Very well, but I don't want to see you lifting a finger while you're here otherwise.” He chuckles, patting her shoulder again and letting her go. “That's all I had to say, Captain Sicarius. Go, get some sleep and relax a bit.” He says kindly, taking his seat at his desk again.

Cato nods, turning to the ambassador once more before heading out. She gives him a tight, awkward smile. He returns it, then sighs and heads out.

She's going to be watched by Titus. He doesn't know why that bothers him so much. He dislikes him, sure, he's a pushover who bends rules for his benefit. But there's something else upsetting him. He feels that far too common lately knot in his stomach, frowning at himself. No, it's fine. He's better than these baseline human complications. He's Cato Sicarius. He doesn't care about who some mortal woman spends time around.

He takes all the swirling thoughts in his brain- a mess of complications that always haunt him when he's around his father- and shoves them all back into a mental box in his mind labeled WEAKNESS. He takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders back, and walks straighter down the corridors. He's Cato Sicarius, he does not get jealous about women. He does not get anxious about disappointing his father. He does not dwell on issues of the heart, and he definitely does not picture how important state diplomats would look sprawled in his bed. Box, box, all of you, in the box.

He takes another deep breath and puts on a cocky smirk. He runs his hands over the Talassarian Tempest Blade, marching to the hangar, ordering a serf to prepare his power armor and another to alert his men that they are going planetside to wipe out those rebels, right now, they have 5 minutes to be here or they'll be disciplined.

He lets out a deep sigh, smiling a wide, relaxed grin to himself, posture prim and aura confident. He is The Cato Sicarius, and he is simply the best at everything he does.

[mtchacffinz]

JWHE DLUFHSBA YOUR WRITING😩🤌 SO DELICIOUS!!

May I request pt2 to virgin!afab Reader but with Capitano, childe, zhongli, orrrrr uhh hm OH CYNO!

Your one and only,

-🗽anon <3

pt. 2 of this prompt!!! hehehe hello once again my lovely 🗽anon! here's what u asked 4 <3 i forgot my password and just recently found it in my keepnotes 🥹

cw. VIRGIN!AFAB reader, orgasm control, body worship, kisses lots of em!, pussy drunk, fingering, f! recieving

CAPITANO.

It was a little surprising that'd you'd request he'd be rough when it's literally your first time. Though a little hesitant, he complies. His hands were like ghosts, you don't even have the senses to know where the hell they're placed— all you're focused on is his heavy breaths you feel emitted out of that darkened head piece of his. Capitano knew you get off to his sheer size and strength alone; in result, this man held you gazing on top of him.

No, you weren't sitting. Not on his lap, you were hovering. He made sure you were. Capitano's hand grazed that aching nerve you had on your core.

"Arch a little more." And you comply. Almost immediately, no less! His big warm hands were on your waist. His other sat under you and your underwear. Despite the crawling shyness on your spine, you stuck up to the rule he made on the spot.

Keep your eyes on his hand.

He puts your through hell, goddamnit. You're hot like a sauna, no liquors even involved. He plays with your cunt like it's nothing, occasionally letting out hums of approvals.

He's so charming, getting down dirty and filthy. His fingers soaked in your juices, shamelessly.

Capitano noticed you broke the rule. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching under his hold, lewd noises dominating the squelching noises he seems to love so much. The moment you realized was the moment he was already onto another phase.

Peering at you, that endless darkness on his face gazing back at you with such intensity.

"I want to add another rule."

Oh shit, oh fuck.

"No cumming till I do, understood?" He's been so kind after all, why can't you follow a simple rule? Capitano's grip on you tightens, emitting a small yelp from you.

It's your first time and Capitano will make it memorable.

That's how he fucks.

CHILDE.

This man doesn't know where to put his hands after you told him that it's your first time.

"Are you okay?" Everytime he rubs and caress your body, he had always been checking up on you. Knowing his rough hands are able to atleast pull back a Fatui soldier of 350lbs with one hand, he doesn't want to hurt you.

"You should always be vocal about this, okay? If it hurts, I'll stop okay?"

A question after another, Childe doesn't even give you the chance to respond. His lips were grazing yours gradually deepening his kisses. His hands leave no part of your body untouched— each skin kissed, caressed, and loved. Childe could easily be a service man, worshipping every inch of skin he sees. None left behind.

Of course, once you beg him to put it in, he probably won't. Not yet, actually. Lots of whispers and sweet nothings in the bed, that's for sure. Once he's lubed you enough to put his cock into your tight hole, Childe will make sure to lull you in with praises.

But don't be fooled. He still is Childe after all. After you've adapted to his girth he'd tease the life out of you. Oh, faster. Sure. He pulls out, and he watches you twitch and pulsate from the amount of energy he's given you.

It's a nice sight, especially to him.

He'll apologize by giving you the best aftercare, don't worry!

ZHONGLI.

He'd be the type to take it slow and enjoy his time with you cus why not? What's the rush? He'd kiss your lips with a soft sigh, envelop his hands into yours and cup your face. He loves watching you enjoy yourself, especially with how well he's handling your body under his arms. Zhongli takes pride in bringing you what your want, no questions asked.

Zhongli seems to enjoy going down on you a lot.. Those sharp eyes of his, locking with your half lidded gaze— sucking onto that bundle of nerve leaving it with a pop. Sometimes, he gets a little too lost he starts to unknowingly overstimulate you. Of course, you'd let him know by tugging on his hair. But what if he still doesn't stop? What if I tell you he finds enjoyment in tugging his hair?

By your second release, is he then brought back to his senses when your legs lock onto him. Emitting an apologetic smile, he then places a last kiss on your clit. Zhongli climbs on top of your figure (who could barely breathe, by the way). The air was hot and your heart was still pounding. Your heat is still pulsating down there especially with how recent your climax was at a short amount of time.

"Like to know what you taste like?" He says humourly. "Though I'm afraid I've been far too greedy and drank it all." You blow air into his face at his teasing, and Zhongli chuckles.

You have two options, both of which he is fine with one. Either you ask him to put it in you, or cuddle and rest for your exhaustion. Zhongli is the type to be patient even though you can feel the raging hard on he has in the confinement of his garments.

His eyes widen in surprise when you abruptly pull him by his hair.

"Ah, I see. I'll put it in?"

CYNO.

Cyno has a way of putting you in your place, leaving on room for arguments. That said with your first time with him, he's a little nervous.

He doesn't know where to place his hands, nor what to say. He's always been cooped up somewhere else, perhaps in the desert or on patrol anywhere else in Sumeru.

It's a time where you both explore each other, what feels good and what you're both into. Cyno's ears are always open to every yelp and breath you make, making a mental note of what to visit later.

That doesn't mean his inexperience is going to hinder him, though. Cyno is a fast learner. His ability to adapt and conquer is what makes him a great General, after all. That very same feat he possesses is what kept you pinned down at this moment, his iron grip on your thighs never wavering.

Cyno's lips explore everything that is accessible to his tongue. With the way he sucks in your tongue just to hear your struggle to make noises, you start to think that maybe he also finds amusement in the way you squirm..

Though, that is not false— Cyno doesn't want to see you squirming for the wrong reasons. His fingers work his way through your pussy, casually eyeing you like he's fishing for some kind of reaction. He'd make gestures, patterns and motions. He'd explore that one particular spot that gets your legs unconsciously trembling everytime his rough hands graze it.

And by the time his fingers find exactly where it is, Cyno would make sure to make use of it adequately.

Until all there is to do is kiss your glittering tears away.

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Missing Moments I Want to Know About in 1x09/1x10

The show leaves us to fill in a lot of blanks for TK and Carlos during season 1. I always want to know more, but I think the blanks I want filled in most are the ones that occur in 1x09 and 1x10. Here are the ones I think about the most:

1.How does Carlos find out that TK is awake?

Does he find out through the first responder grapevine that the firefighter who was shot is going to be ok? Does someone from the 126 (Paul maybe?) call him? Does TK call or text him himself?

If I had to guess, I'd go with Paul letting Carlos know. Maybe before Carlos leaves the hospital he gives Paul his number and asks him to update him if anything happens.

2. What is TK told about Carlos after he wakes up and how does he feel about it?

We see TK's reaction to Owen asking about how long he's "been seeing the cop," but we don't see any further than that. I think TK can assume from Owen's comment that Carlos was at the hospital...otherwise how would Owen know about them? But does anyone say anything more to TK? Does Owen/Paul/Marjan/Mateo/Judd mention how upset and worried Carlos was or ask TK if he wants them to call Carlos to let him know he's ok? How does TK feel once it sinks in that Carlos, his "boyfriend who he doesn't even really know is his boyfriend boyfriend" was sitting by his hospital bed?

I see TK in this post-coma moment as being very much in crisis, and not just about the question of his relationship with Carlos. TK feels lost and confused about where his place is and what he wants to do with his life. I like to believe (though we don't actually have much evidence of this since there's no Tarlos interaction between 1x05 and 1x10) that TK was starting to come around and let his walls down a bit more in the time leading up to him getting shot, but then, post-coma, his crisis makes him take a step back from all that until he figures out where he's supposed to be. I think TK probably felt things when he found out that Carlos sat by his hospital bed, but I think he shoved those feelings down while he dealt with the crisis at hand.

3. What led them to the juice bar in 1x10 and how did they both see the situation at the time?

Whose idea was it to go there? Did TK call or text Carlos or was it the other way around? Had they been texting or talking back and forth at all since TK woke up or was this their first contact? What was said in the conversation that led them there? What were their expectations?

TK seems to be the one most passionate about boba so that makes me think he chose where to go. Or maybe it was a place they were planning on going together before he got shot, like TK had mentioned it in passing weeks ago and Carlos remembered and suggested that as the place they could go.

I wonder if TK thought from the beginning that he'd be essentially breaking things off with Carlos. Perhaps that perceived inevitability was why he filibustered a solid 6 minutes on boba? I get the impression that they both knew there would be a conversation about their relationship because when Carlos brought up the "elephant in the juice bar," TK immediately knew what he meant. Also, in hindsight, it is HILARIOUS that Carlos calls TK out here for avoiding talking about something. Oh, Carlos.

Side note: I wonder what Carlos' reaction would have been if TK had said that he liked Carlos and wanted to continue hooking up but still didn't want anything more. Would Carlos have said that wouldn't work for him? Because I really think at that point it wouldn't have. After the strong feelings he felt while sitting beside TK's hospital bed, could Carlos have continued being casual? Or would he have agreed to it just to keep TK (HIS SOULMATE) in his life even if it would have caused him pain?

4. What happened between the juice bar and the firehouse hug?

I feel like it's obvious that we're missing a pretty big conversation in there. The best evidence for this is the way Carlos goes face first into TK's neck when he shows up at the firehouse. That is not a man who isn't sure if they're even a "we" or who is solemnly accepting that they might not be meant to be. So what happened?? There's some great fic exploring this moment (SEE BELOW), which is where a majority of my headcanons on it come from.

I think it's clear that TK had to reach out first here. Both from Carlos' attitude at the end of the juice bar scene and from what we know about Carlos in general, there's no way Carlos was going to push any further without TK making it clear that's what he wanted. HOWEVER I could possibly see Carlos going to the hospital to check up on TK as he got his stitches fixed. I don't think he would go with any motive of getting TK to agree to a relationship with him. It would solely be about making sure that TK was alright. Even then, I'm not sure if he would do it. He certainly would have wanted to, but he might have held back based on TK's attitude at the juice bar. Carlos likely would have felt that TK might not want him there. I've definitely enjoyed fic that has him doing this, though.

Probably the most likely possibility is that Carlos simply went home after the juice bar/solar storm incident. His heart was surely shattered after being essentially rejected by his soulmate after putting his feelings out there in the most direct way he'd done so far. We know so much more about Carlos now and it just makes it even more apparent how much it took for him to sit there in front of TK and tell him how he was feeling like that when he thought it might not be reciprocated! And then, when it wasn't (at least from Carlos' perspective in that moment)...HEARTBREAKING.

Ultimately, I believe that TK had his epiphany and reached out to Carlos wherever he was (either at the hospital with him or Carlos' house or somewhere else). The conversation they had is something that I would like to see more than perhaps any missing moment in the entire series. Imagine the look on Carlos' face when he realizes what TK is telling him! As his previously-shattered heart is mended in an instant 😭 I want to see it so bad! Thankfully I have fic to fill the void. Speaking of, here are just a few excellent examples of fic that fills in this and some of the other moments I've discussed here:

silver in the night by @reyesstrand

the elephant in the juice bar by @taralaurel

Simple and Plain and Not Much to Ask from Somebody by @howtosingit

Steady up ahead by @paperstorm

Still Waters Run Deep by @welcometololaland

Just Let Me Hold You by tkstrands (is this writer on tumblr?? If so let me know and I'll @ them!!)

[gin-juice-tonic]

i think itd be interesting if leaving a bit of zombie in a person would effect their life span. would they live longer or shorter lives? will they ever truely die, or would they turn back to being a zombie instead?

also think itd be a really cool thing to explore just overall. would laboratories pick it up? find a way to test for it? find a faster/safer way to neutralize it? maybe even make vaccines for effected towns so people are less likely to be effected. or would you even be able to do that since its not actually a virus?

Im gonna answer this under a readmore because it got long.

I talk about my zombie lore stuff a liiiiitle more in this post:

https://gin-juice-tonic.tumblr.com/post/704995046015041536/gin-juice-tonic-part-of-something-the-little

But for specific answers to your questions:

1) If you have more not-zombie in you than zombie in you, all major zombie operations in you are supposed to cease, so I'd be inclined to say nothing special about your life span would happen. (The bit about vegetarians having a hard time after being cured was more of a joke.) If something WERE to still happen though I would say it'd increase your life span a little, because of zombies ability to stay together despite their whole... everything. But hopefully that wouldnt happen.

I guess I sort of implied that humans with zombie in them can drink formalin and be okay... until they cant anymore. That's the only perk you get.

2) If you die and you have zombie in you at the time, your body becomes a zombie. But your life force isn't in there anymore, so you can't really say it's still that person anymore. That's the zombie's body now. Cures will no longer do anything at this stage

3) In journal 3 Ford says he analyzed Soos and could tell he survived being a zombie "Due to evidence of autolysis". I did bad in biology in high school but I'm still pretty sure that doesn't make any sense at all lol. Maybe we're to assume that like, a minimal amount of his cells are still self-digesting in a unique way but not enough to affect him as a whole. Which lends credence to the idea that there is no perfect cure, i guess.

4) In my mind the only test for it is "Is the person looking or acting like a zombie", and its about as an exact science as the blood test from the movie the Thing (1981) lol. But as noted up in point 3, Ford I suppose tested Soos somehow. Perhaps one could take a sample of blood and use the titration method I described earlier on the sample until the all cells in it are no longer killing themselves. But then you'd have to make some assumptions involving the ratio of zombie to human based off that tiny blood sample if you wanted to try continued curing at a larger scale. Ford doesn't mention trying to cure Soos further or anything, so I'll just go ahead and claim it's too dangerous to attempt, even for Ford.

5) The thing that kills the zombie force also kills normal humans, so I'm inclined to say a vaccine wouldn't be possible. Who knows though

[dinlukewarrior]

Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

[animasola86]

3: A Special Roommate (1k//AO3)

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Notes: So, this one might be on the weirder side again. Is it body/creature horror? Maybe a little bit. If you're a little squeamish, you might not want to read this. It's basically how the special little friend introduces itself to our reader...

Remember: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Strange creatures, strange insertions? (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

3

You have no idea how you made it all the way to your common room, with your legs shaking and your heart thundering inside your chest, and your insides convulsing, no longer under the apparent phantom touch of your boyfriend, but because you are sure there is something inside you that shouldn't be there.

Yet you didn't tell Sebastian anything about it – and you have no idea why. Not because you didn't want to confirm his suspicions about the Black Lake, but because you want to keep this weird sensation to yourself. Because as terrifying as the idea is, it made you feel so good, maybe even better than he ever could? That thought alone hurts you because you love him and you always felt good with him, great, amazing even, but whatever crawled into your insides had really heightened that experience, and you can't deny the pull it has on you.

You make it to the bathroom, close the stall door with shaking hands and then slowly push your skirt up and your bloomers down as you sit on the closed toilet lid, frightened to see whatever might be coming out of you as you place a hand between your legs and dig your fingers into your folds, as if testing the waters, afraid of what you might find. You know there's something in there, you can feel it pulsing, and as horrifying as it is, you are also too curious.

With bated breath you push your fingers deeper – and then suddenly, something pushes back. You shriek and pull your fingers out, staring between your legs with wide eyes and a racing heart. And it doesn't stop there, because whatever you just touched, wants to see you too. You feel it moving within you, your walls clenching in confusion as it presses out of you.

It's when you see tiny tendrils emerging from your tight entrance that you have to press your hands to your mouth to not scream in panic. Weirdly enough you remain seated, your legs shaking, but you're almost mesmerized by whatever crawls out of your cunt. The tendrils, like tiny versions of the tentacles of the Devil's Snare plant, sway slightly, as if looking around, checking their surroundings, and you watch in nothing but terror how they press against your skin as the rest of whatever you caught in the Black Lake emerges slowly.

An elongated body follows, shaft-like, with the tentacles gathering like strange limbs or thick hairs at its base, and as it pushes its small body through your tightness, you have the urge to lower one hand and hold it palm up, and as if reading your mind, or controlling your mind, the thing that has brought you immense pleasure slips from your wet warmth and plops onto your open hand, barely big enough to fill your palm.

It's a squid.

A tiny squid, glistening from your juices or its natural skin texture. With its wider head and its long body and eight arms (or legs?) coiling under it as it seems to straighten on your hand. You watch in a mixture of shock and fascination as the creature seems to look up at you out of what you suspect its eyes to be. Tilting your head, you lean slightly closer, your own eyes still wide and terrified as you think about the fact that this thing has been inside you, probably while Sebastian has fucked you against the rock as well.

That tiny thing has heightened your sexual experience, and for that reason alone you can't be mad at it. You feel drawn to it. You reach out your other hand and extend a finger to touch it, and it flinches away at first, but then stops moving as you stroke your fingertip over its long body. It feels cold to the touch, wet and soft, and you wonder how something so squishy could have an impact on your equally squishy walls.

As if reading your mind, you feel it moving under your touch, and it seems to harden right there on your palm, its soft skin turns into something more akin to a shell, rigid and unrelenting, and you gasp quietly as you feel a pulse throbbing through its small body. That's what you've been feeling. The pinching sensation. You chew nervously on your lips as you keep touching its tiny form, your finger moving to the thin tentacles that eagerly coil around your digit as you bring it closer to them. Despite their size and frail look, they have a strong grip that makes your knees shake and your insides coil in anticipation.

For a moment you wonder what in Merlin's bloody facial hair is wrong with you as you think back to the sensations this tiny creature caused inside you and how you would love to experience that all over again. As absurd and disgusting and absolutely uncalled for your desire is, you can't help it, it's there, churning in your stomach, pulsing through your currently unoccupied walls.

The squid moves on your palm, and you retrieve your other hand as you see it looking back (or so you think) between your still spread legs, and to your utter horror (or anyone else's, because frankly, you kind of want this), you lower your hand and watch with bated breath how the tentacles push against your palm and move the body of the creature closer to your entrance once more.

You feel a strange tension as the wide head of the squid pushes against you, hard and cold, and when it breaches the initial resistance, you watch it slipping into your pussy as if it is returning home, the tendrils pressing against your sensitive skin as they propel the thing further in until it is completely buried inside your tight channel. When the tiny tentacles disappear next, you inhale sharply, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight. Then you feel it moving, and you can't help but moan softly, as its eight appendages grip your walls while it slides deeper, nestling inside your wet warmth.

Without even thinking about it, you stand, pull your bloomers up and fix your clothes as if nothing happened. As if there isn't a strange little magical squid living in your cunt now.

← CHAPTER 2 - // - CHAPTER 4 →

Notes: Uh, yeah, so. This is just a silly little smut fic, remember? Don't take this too seriously, please! (Also remember: this is a magical squid that has no resemblance to any real squid. It's just a very sentient sex toy shaped like a squid, okay?)

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A reading about friendship!

Groups

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3 4

Group one✨

Okay so no matter if you're asking about your current friends or wanting ones, I'm seeing all of you would benefit from a light, drama free, childish happy vibe. So that will either benefit your friendship(s), or it will help bring in more new friends! I'm really getting about any conflict especially about differences , to just let it go. And if someone doesn't get along then back up from eachother. I also see that mutual sharing will benefit. So if you want to be friends with someone for instance, offer them your bottle of apple juice you just got or a sticker or something. And in current friendships of course it's about the same thing but don't overextend yourself if it isn't going to be reciprocated.

Group two🦋

I see a lot of you guys being stressed right now. Possibly needing to, or wishing you could rely on or know you can trust someone or some people. If you're going through something right now in life, the advice is to let that pass before doing anything in terms of friendship.if you're stressed about friends then I'm seeing you all sort of needing to let the water settle and not make any decisions or taking an actions right now incase it's the wrong way. And if, for some of you you're scared something will end or get worse if you do go about it in that way, then whoever you're dealing with does not deserve you. You deserve someone who is understanding and tried to help you not be so stressed, not makes that worse.

Group three🐕

Listen you guys need to make sure your friends are not seeing you in any way that is lesser than who you really are. Do not tolerate disrespect. This doesn't mean be disrespectful back. This means knowing when to say it's over and dealing with that , like having to get over that loss. But I would say it isn't a loss if someone is mistreating you. You guys just cause you need a hug or someone to hang out with doesn't mean you let just anyone do that. And just cause someone has been friends with you since like middle school doesn't mean they need to stick around. You are you before anybody else and you can live without anyone else no matter what. No you shouldn't have to but sometimes it's better that way. And also for some people just because it's casual hanging out and you want to have fun like that doesn't mean shit cause at the end of the day it's so not worth that. You are worth the most 💘

Group four🍀

Someone has been doing something behind your back. They are trying to do something to you. Ok this is calling you to be cautious and walk lightly right now. If you go slow enough and observe, you can call this person or people out and move on without it having done damage. Be careful about going anywhere where you are in any way vulnerable ok. I'm just really feeling you all need to be really cautious right now. Even if you think of someone you can trust if there's a person that gets along with you it might be because they're trying to, then they do, if that makes sense. And for confirmation some of these people you may have known a long time. Just a lot of caution here. Free readings are available. Peace.