#it's also used in a sentence to indicate you want a reply

[pretzel-box]

woe, Reverse AU angst be upon ye (not necessarily a request, just a thought i had, but if anything strikes feel free to go ham :3 i also like to think about this with the og universe because i love feeling emotional pain 🧘🏾)

but instead of the reader having a classified file for themselves (& having it for sale), there are videotapes (or maybe different colored pendrives? CDs work too, i guess!!) scattered across the abandoned offices, and at first Sebastian isn't sure what to do with them, but then he meets p.ai.nter and they recognize those immediately, questioning why Sebastian is carrying that stuff with him in a concerned tone, and Sebastian just stares at the computer like, "??? okay, what's up with it?"

p.ai.nter is hesitant to show him what those hide at first, but eventually agrees to let him watch, then warns him that he is not going to like any second of it

Sebastian gets comfortable in front of the screen but is only greeted with an extremely heartbreaking scene– it's (now an experiment) reader visibly shaking as they stare in horror at their new body, unable to speak in any way while sobbing and whimpering, hugging themselves (or maybe their tail? guess it depends on the way readers want to look) and wondering what they had done to deserve this outcome, to be stripped of their humanity

now i personally like to think that the reader struggling to speak is something that comes with their body being altered, like everything is big so they're not used to any of it so really all they can do is cry and struggle to say a coherent sentence because it sounds like a garbled mess, but that is also me wanting to add salt to the wound because this is supposed to be sad ooooo ⚡⚡

anyway, at the end of it all (cause there was more than one video, a whole documentary on reader and the experiments done on them), Sebastian is left feeling too many emotions and he doesn't even know when he started crying but he is (since the reader he knows now is different from the one he just saw in the videos but deep down it hurts so much because that is the same person in different years of their life) and p.ai.nter isn't sure how to comfort him so they keep apologizing till Sebastian finally chooses to leave

next time he stops by reader's shop he can't even bring himself to stare at them properly because he's afraid he'll start bawling his eyes out, meanwhile, reader is just staring at him like ":3? no snarky comments or banter today wow what happened to him" unaware that he has seen The Horrors

that's all thanks for coming to my tedtalk

Authors Note: This is inspired by this request but not 1:1 written like it. This is pure angst and some gore. READ AT OWN RISK.

Tags: GORE, Angst, Reversed AU, mentions of syringes, drugs and operations.

Words: 2,7k

The sound of a click filled the room, followed by the small red light blinking on the video camera, indicating it was recording. Sebastian glanced at you with irritation as you held the camera—a little relic you'd scavenged from a deeper part of the facility—not too long ago. He shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of the leather jacket you had once sold him.

"And we are live!~ Say hello to the viewers, Seb!" you teased, shoving the camera playfully in his face. He immediately pushed it away with his hand, his scowl deepening.

"I get it, I get it," he grumbled, pointing at the camera with a mock glare. "You found a new toy. Now what? You planning to make a movie or something?"

You shot him a sharp look, the room growing colder as if you were subtly irritated by his comment. Sebastian could sense he'd hit a nerve, a rare feat considering your usual carefree attitude. But then, unexpectedly, you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach and flashing him the signature grin that always greeted him when he came to your shop.

"I’ve already starred in plenty,” you replied cryptically, your words hanging in the air with an eerie undertone. Sebastian opened his mouth to ask what you meant, but you cut him off with another sly comment. “Maybe you’re the next big star, Solace.”

After leaving your shop, Sebastian wandered through the halls of the Hadal Blackside facility, the encounter with you replaying in his mind. He’d grown to enjoy your company—your banter, your teasing, the way you challenged him. But today, something about your behavior felt off. Beneath the jokes and sarcasm, there was something else—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And that unsettled him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

How could he be in a relationship with someone so different, so complex? You were like a puzzle with missing pieces, a riddle that refused to be solved. The more he thought about it, the more it nagged at him. His legs carried him on autopilot through the winding corridors, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.

It wasn’t until he found himself in the office segment of the building that he realized he’d been walking without really paying attention. His hand hovered over the keycard reader, and it struck him that he hadn’t even looked for the blue plastic card he needed to get through the next door. The desk was a mess of papers, ink, and tapes.

His eyes fell on an old, unlabeled tape, the kind they'd used for surveillance back in the day. Scrawled on it in red ink was a series of numbers: *Z-13.* The sight of it piqued his curiosity, a nagging feeling that it was significant. Without thinking, he slipped it into his pocket. He’d find a way to watch it later.

Sebastian rummaged through countless drawers, lockers, and cabinets, searching for the keycard, but instead, he kept finding more of those mysterious tapes. Each one seemed older than the last, covered in dust and marked with strange codes.

His practical side told him he should probably look through all of them, not just the one he had picked up. So, he gathered them into a makeshift box he'd found lying around and continued his search for the keycard, all the while wondering what secrets these tapes might hold—and what they had to do with you. He know the Name Z-13 was related to you.

If there was anything he knew for sure, it was that you were full of surprises. And maybe, just maybe, these tapes would help him understand you a little better.

By pure coincidence, Sebastian ran into P.AI.nter a while later as he continued through the seemingly endless corridors of the facility, taking casual steps despite the weight of the wonky box filled with random tapes he was carrying. The AI's sketched face flickered to life, its eyes narrowing with a curious gaze. "Quite the haul today, Sebastian," it remarked, its voice tinged with artificial cheerfulness. "Planning to deliver all of that to our trusty shopkeeper?"

Sebastian grunted in response, setting the box down on the floor with a thud. He raised his hands above his head, stretching to relieve the ache that had settled in his shoulders from lugging the heavy box around. "Can you play them?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and exhaustion. It was a simple question, and he knew the answer even as he asked it—of course P.AI.nter could play a few tapes.

But as soon as the question left his lips, the room fell into an uneasy silence. P.AI.nter’s usual cheerful demeanor seemed to shift, its sketched form glitching for a moment as if processing something more than just data. The AI stared at Sebastian and the tapes, an uncharacteristic hesitation creeping into its expression.

"It's just a tape, Sebastian," P.AI.nter finally replied, its voice flat, devoid of its usual light-heartedness. There was something in the way it spoke—something guarded, almost cautious—that only fueled Sebastian's curiosity further. The AI’s reluctance was like gasoline on a fire.

“A tape I want to watch,” Sebastian shot back, his patience wearing thin. He was tired of the evasiveness, the constant roadblocks whenever he sought answers. He moved with purpose, selecting one of the tapes and sliding it into the nearest recorder, right next to P.AI.nter’s screen.

“I have to warn you, Sebastian,” P.AI.nter said, its tone shifting to something closer to pleading. The air between them grew heavy, the tension thickening as the tape began to whirl in the machine. Sebastian paused, the gravity of the AI's words weighing on him.

"You won’t like any second of it," P.AI.nter added, its voice barely more than a whisper. There was a finality in its tone, a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a storm about to break. The familiar face of his AI friend got replaced by some white noise and then a black screen.

Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched the screen flicker to life, unsure of what he was about to see but certain of one thing: whatever was on these tapes, it was something the facility—and P.AI.nter—wanted to keep hidden.

“Hellooo! I'm one of the new researchers here at the Hadal Blackside. I'm recording Tape Nr. XXXX in Containment Cell XXXX. Wish me luck!”

Sebastian watched as a cheerful person appeared on the screen, holding a camera up to their face. Excitement radiated from their eyes, and despite the poor quality of the footage, their energy was infectious. Some of the information on the screen glitched out, redacting key details as if the tape had deliberately scrambled those moments, keeping certain things obscured.

The person on the screen shifted their stance, and the camera followed their movement. “This is a video for my friend who was super excited to hear about my job. I totally stole the camera for this, so shhh, we can't get caught,” they whispered conspiratorially, a playful grin spreading across their face. There was something unsettling about their carefree demeanor, yet Sebastian couldn't help but feel a small flicker of amusement. The tape felt like a low-quality YouTube vlog, reminiscent of simpler times, with this familiar-looking worker goofing off for the amusement of a friend.

“They told me this is super secret stuff,” the voice continued, the lens panning around the containment cell. “But I just have to show you this.”

The video abruptly cut to another segment, the view shifting to reveal a massive anglerfish-like entity lurking behind an enormous glass wall. The waters it swam in were inky black, like thick oil, giving the creature an unsettling and eerie aura as it moved in the dark liquid.

“Isn't it cool?” the person behind the camera asked with an almost childlike wonder, pressing their flat hand against the glass. “They’re hiding this here! They do some voodoo fish shit in this facility. Even the human centipede would turn pale in envy.”

Sebastian froze as he watched the footage. The creature behind the glass was terrifying—a monstrous anglerfish, its grotesque form barely discernible in the murky waters. It was an unsettling sight, made even more disturbing by the fact that this reckless researcher was standing mere inches from one of the most dangerous entities imaginable, their tone light and casual as if they were commenting on the weather.

A chill ran down Sebastian’s spine as he continued to watch the video, his breath caught in his throat. The footage shifted again, but the image of the monstrous fish remained burned into his mind. His gut twisted with unease. What was this person thinking, standing so close to something so deadly? And why did they seem so familiar?

As the old tape continued to play, the weight of the discovery settled on Sebastian’s shoulders like a heavy boulder. Whatever secrets were buried in these tapes, he was certain they weren’t meant to be uncovered—especially not by him. Yet here he was, staring at a reality that seemed more and more like a nightmare. The things he saw so far in the blackside were not as terrifying as this giant monster that rested behind that glass wall.

The tape ended abruptly, and for a moment, there was only silence. Sebastian’s hands trembled as he reached down to turn the cassette over, the worn edges rough against his fingertips. He knew there were at least four more tapes waiting in the box at his feet, each one a potential gateway to another nightmare. His breath caught in his throat, a cold sweat forming on his brow. Still, his curiosity and a gnawing need for answers compelled him to continue.

With a shaky breath, he pressed the tape back into the player, flipping it to the other side. The screen flickered to life again, this time showing a cold, sterile operating room. Several figures in hazmat suits moved with practiced precision, their faces obscured by masks and goggles. The room was pristine, a stark contrast to the horror Sebastian knew was about to unfold.

“This is Experiment Nr. XXXX,” a calm, clinical voice narrated. “And our newest trial patient, Z-13, who volunteered for their transformation.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he recognized the person strapped to the operating chair—the same person from the earlier footage. They were bound tightly, their limbs secured as though they were a dangerous criminal. There was no mistaking the fear and confusion in their eyes, even through the drug-induced haze.

“Z-13 was administered XXXX, XXXX, and XXXX 20 minutes prior to the start of this procedure,” the voice continued with an unsettling detachment. “Their pupils are dilated, and the patient has entered a state of delirium, necessary for the next phase of the experiment.”

The camera zoomed in on the bound figure, their eyes bloodshot and unnaturally wide, darting around the room in a frantic, unfocused search for something familiar. Sebastian felt his stomach churn with a sickening realization—this was no volunteer. This was a person trapped, forced into an unimaginable horror. The idea of volunteering was just another lie, a thin veneer over a darker truth.

Sebastian’s fingers dug into his knees as he watched, his body tense with dread. He knew what was coming next, but the tape did not shy away from the gruesome details. The hours that followed were a blur of pain and suffering, each tape more harrowing than the last. Scenes of torn flesh and oily blood filled the screen, detached limbs falling to the sterile floor with sickening thuds. Each cut, each scream was more unbearable than the last. And those eyes—those haunted, slowly awakening eyes—followed Sebastian throughout each frame, pleading silently for mercy.

With each passing minute, it became painfully clear that the drugs were losing its effectiveness and the person that was tied to the chair gained the ability to feel every single thing that happened there. The delirium ended and the terror began.

The scream tore through the speakers with such intensity that Sebastian flinched. It wasn’t just a scream—it was a raw, visceral sound, a guttural cry filled with a mix of agony, fear, and desperation. It was a sound so primal that it clawed its way into his very bones, settling there with an uncomfortable weight. It was the worst thing he had heard in ages. Every nerve in his body screamed in empathy for the poor soul on the screen, the person whose existence had been reduced to nothing but a vessel for pain.

“Silence them,” a cold, emotionless voice commanded from off-screen.

Almost immediately, a set of cruel, metal clamps were forcefully shoved into the patient's mouth, prying it open with a brutality that made Sebastian wince. These were the kind of instruments used for people with severe jaw fractures, designed to immobilize and inflict pain to prevent further injury. But here, they were used as a tool of torture, a means to quiet the suffering that had become too loud for the facility’s sterile walls. The rough, unyielding metal dug into their flesh, tearing into the soft tissue of their mouth, blood trickling down their chin. The sight was gruesome, and Sebastian could feel his stomach twist with disgust.

The person’s screams were abruptly cut off, replaced by a wet, choking gurgle. They were left to suffer in silence, their jaw now clamped shut, the metal rods cruelly keeping it from moving even a fraction. Tears streamed down their face, their eyes wide with terror and pain, every muscle in their body taut with agony.

And just when Sebastian thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, the camera shifted. The surgeon, clad in a sterile suit that seemed to mock the very concept of humanity, moved over the patient's eyes. Those eyes—once filled with life, now wide with shock, pain, and a frantic, animalistic fear—darted around in sheer terror. They were crying frantically, tears mingling with the blood on their face.

“We will now begin our final part,” the disembodied voice continued with a chilling detachment. “Removal of the natural human eyes to replace them with XXXX using XXXX and XXXX. The expected results will lead to an ability to see underwater.”

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as he watched a gloved hand reach for a long, thin needle, the metal glinting ominously under the harsh, fluorescent lights. The needle was positioned directly over the patient's eye, the sharp tip hovering just above the delicate orb. Their wide, terrified gaze seemed to plead with the unseen surgeons, with the camera, with anyone who might be watching—to stop, to help, to do something.

But there was no help. There was no mercy.

The screen flickered for a moment, and then, mercifully, the tape cut to black. The room was plunged into darkness, the only sound the low hum of the equipment around him. Sebastian sat frozen, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing with the horrific images he had just witnessed. His hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white, the tension radiating through his entire body.

He was left alone in the darkness, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The horror of what he had seen, of what had been done to someone who had likely never asked for any of this, crashed over him.

Then P.AI.nters face greeted him on the screen.

“They first drugged them, then they put in a row of ocean animal dna into their body.”

He was pointing out the steps that the surgeons did in the tape.

“They cut off their fingers, waiting for them to grow back. They took of the part from the knees to the feet…and then they noticed that it wasn't enough.”

Sebastian raised his hands, to put them over his ears.

“They lost both their healthy legs. Next was their ears, they cut it off. And then…they silenced them by closing their jaw.”

He could still hear P.AI.nter.

“And then they lost their eyes. The transformation from the human self to…the thing they are now…took 7 weeks. They attached and deattached plenty of stuff on them.”

For a moment he felt the urge to shut P.AI.nter off for good.

“Our shopkeeper went through much, don't you think?”

A loud sound filled the room and then there was darkness.

[jiskblr]

Tumblr Rules for Redditors

Hello, fellow redditors! Many people are trying to tell you rules about how to Tumblr properly. Many of them are wrong, or assholes, or both. I am also an asshole but I’m going to not be one for a minute to give you some advice:

“Reblog this or you’re a bad person” and any variation on that is a violation of intergalactic law. Don’t do it. Also, refuse to comply if someone else does it.

Generally, people can see what you reblog, but cannot see what you ‘like’. A like may seem like an upvote, but it is much less significant than one, since it doesn’t affect visibility in the slightest. A like will be visible both to the OP of the thread, and to the person whose reblog you put the like on. Like promiscuously! It feels good to get likes and there’s no downside. (Unless you are a space alien AKA influencer.) There’s a setting for like visibility, but it’s still somewhat hard to find even if it’s turned on.

Tumblr nominally has the ability to browse global tags (e.g. seeing the entire site’s posts and reblogs tagged #superwholock or #reddit exodus) and to search the site for things. No one uses them and they don’t really work.

You are probably less surprised by this than denizens of literally any other website on the internet, but there’s mostly no algorithm here. Chronological order only. This now defaults to being on, but you can and should turn it off. (If you’re using the search or global tags, they might have an algorithm, but if they do, it doesn’t work. We don’t know because we don’t use them, because they mostly don’t work either.)

Anyone can have absolutely any conversation in the notes of your post that they like. This is how the website works. You are allowed to complain about it, but don’t expect anyone to humor you. I think it’s possible to make posts unrebloggable and disable replies, but this is essentially refusing to use Tumblr. If you want to do that... go ahead, I guess?

Many people have ‘DNI’ lists in their blog descriptions. This means ‘do not interact’ and indicates that they don’t want you to message them, reblog from them, reblog any posts they are OP of, or even, sometimes, ‘like’ their posts. It is good manners to respect these, if you know they exist, but in normal use you probably won’t look at blog descriptions very often so it is entirely okay to violate them by accident. (When the lists get very long, it becomes impractical to check whether you violate them. Generally, just skip it. You probably don’t want to interact with those people anyway.)

Notes on posts you start will go to you no matter how many intervening hops there are on the reblog chain. If you get a post with an enormous amount of notes, this can get overwhelming. Whatever the current incarnation of Xkit (basically RES for Tumblr except we’ve switched names and maintainers seven times) is, will have a setting to deal with this. If that’s insufficient, the suggested course of action is to reblog your OP to your own blog so that you have a copy for posterity’s sake, and then delete the OP. This silences the notes.

If you and another user both follow each other, you are ‘mutuals’. This makes it much easier to have conversations with each other, which is ordinarily sort of hard since everything is purely chronological. Frequently your mutuals are your friends; if not yet true, they may become your friends.

When you reblog things, you can write words both in the word part and in the tags, Modern tumblr norms are to write long rambling tags in full sentences rather than put words in the main body. Unlike some other norms, violating this one and putting your response in the body of the reblog is not particularly rude. The worst it does is make a reblog chain long. Probably don’t reblog things and just say “This.”, though.

Tags can be subjected to peer review, by which we mean someone copy-pastes your tags and/or screenshots them and adds them to the main body of their reblog. Generally this is a compliment. The alternative is to say “#prev tags”, and this makes everyone hate you because it’s hard to find which tags were ‘prev’. Please just peer review properly if they’re good.

If you want to search your blog, consider Siikr. Don’t overuse it, it’s one guy’s project.

Be verbose! This ain’t Twitter, no character limit. (Not even the really large character limit of a reddit comment.) Write a 3000-word story in a single reblog if you want, that sounds awesome. Use ‘read more’ if you do, though. Posts can be very long, one of our oldest memes is about this.

Infinite scroll is the default, but you can turn it off. Actually, check all the settings, many of them will improve your experience.

On queues: Go nuts. Some people put everything in the queue, some people almost nothing. Some queue specific aestheticposting (personally I do #too smol) and post other things normally. Most people who queue a lot add a queue-specific tag like #the mighty queue or #this queue shall pass, or at least I notice them more than poasters with untagged queues.

You know how Reddit lets you buy Gold and people go 'thanks for the gold kind stranger'? On tumblr we spend money on Tumblr Blaze, and it is considered the PvP section of Tumblr. Though sometimes people actually use it to spread posts they like, such as people attempting to evangelize Christianity (no, really, that happened a lot) or the, I hope, actually-kind stranger who blazed this OP. You can turn off PvP with one of the many settings.

Everybody be excellent to each other!

[targaryen-dynasty]

congrats on the 2k!! ❤️❤️ can i request meleys #26 for daemon pls? 🫶🫶🫶

DON‘T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

Part 2

CEO!Daemon Targaryen x female Reader

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTACT—MINORS DNI; p in v, (semi) public sex, modern AU

WORDS: 1 K

NOTES: I really said "a very short drabble" lmfao and here I am giving you 1K words. The end is abrupt, but this would have been 5K words long if I hadn't stopped. I won't beta these drabbles!

Let's celebrate my milestone!

Daemon might have undone the zipper at the back of your short, black dress, but he hasn’t lowered it more than having the top of it pool around your waist. He hasn’t bothered opening your bra, and has merely tugged the flimsy fabric down to allow your breasts to spill over the black lace. 

“Want to fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it, bunny,” he rasps into your ear, pressing his chest flush against your back to pin you to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office that overlooks the busy financial district of King’s Landing. 

Though the gold glass hitting your exposed breasts has you gasping at first, you can't deny the thrill of excitement darting up your spine. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you hum, biting your bottom lip as you feel his large hands push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Is that so?” he drawls, the amused tint in his voice prompting you to huff. 

The sound of him loosening the zipper in the front of his slacks is drowned out by how loud your heart beats in your ears, and you’re merely reminded that he’s done so as you feel his calloused fingers tug your panties to the side to align his hard cock with your pussy. 

“Have you–” The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue with his thick cock breaching your tightness, the words replaced by a wanton moan. 

You feel his forehead resting against the side of your head, but with your cheek pressing against the window, you’re immobilized and can’t even catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, only feeling his hot breath caress your skin.

It’s good he doesn’t pound into you straight away, his heavy breathing and trembling hips indicating he needs a short moment to adjust just as much as you, because it gives you the chance to voice what hasn’t left your lips before. 

You take in a deliberate breath, pressing your lips into a thin line before they part again. “Have you locked the door?”

Though he’s buzzing with arousal, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him, his mind is still very much clear and not as hazy as yours, allowing him to scoff and mock your attempt to maintain decorum. “Didn’t I say I want everyone to know?” he hums, bringing both paws to your hips to keep you steady and still. “That also applies to my employees.”

There’s no chance for you to reply, because the moment he snaps his hips up into yours, every coherent thought flies straight out the window with his cock brushing your sweet spot.

Your palms are pressed flush against the glass, and you completely rely on him to keep you upright and supported. “God, fuck,” you pant, screwing your eyes shut. 

He squeezes your hips tight enough to surely leave some bruises in the following hours, and it’s clear as day that he’s merely using you as a means to an end, to satisfy the desperate need of having something he alone could control. 

It’s the fact that even after his older brother has conceded the executive chair to him, Viserys still gets involved to the point his younger brother truly doubts his leadership qualities. 

And if this is one way for him to cope with it, you certainly won’t complain. 

“Such a good, little slut for me,” he grunts, each thrust pushing you up against the window. “Taking me so fucking well. Getting all worked up just thinking about someone seeing us, mh, seeing how good I’m fucking you.”

Releasing a shaky whimper, you arch your back and start to grind your hips back and forth, meeting him halfways. 

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and you meekly shake your head despite the truth in his words. It does turn you on. “N-No,” you pant, closing your eyes as you feel the flush blossoming on your cheeks. 

Daemon scoffs yet again, and serves a harsh slap to your ass that catches you by surprise. “You’re dripping, bunny,” he mocks, the lilt of confidence and authority in his voice sending a new wave of arousal to ooze out of your cunt and trickle down his cock and heavy balls. Since he has lowered them barely enough to free himself, most of your essence is caught by the dark fabric. “I’m afraid my assistant will have to get me a new pair of pants once I’m done with you.”

He proceeds to snake his hand between your body and the glass, rubbing your clit with his nimble index and middle fingers. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, sweet thing?” He presses his chest against your back again, and dips his head forward to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin. “Daddy wants to fuck you on his desk next.”

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once, and you’re once again surprised by how well Daemon knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants. 

You convulse all over him with a mewl, the grinding of your hips stopping as the white, hot pleasure becomes too much. But his thrusts don’t stutter or slow down, keeping the intensity to the point you’re losing your mind. 

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Show everyone the pretty face you always make when you’re soaking my cock.” You’re not sure whether it’s his fingers still toying with your clit, his cock still snapping in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words. 

With a few more thrusts, bringing you to the point of overstimulation, he reaches his own release, twitching cock spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. And while you thought he’s done, considering he’s panting behind you like a mad man, you’re surprised when he pulls out and turns you on your heels. 

“Clothes off, and on the desk,” he rasps, taking a step back to allow you to move while he loosens his tie. When you don’t comply quick enough, he raises his brow. “Or do you want me to do it for you, bunny? But then you’ll have to go home naked.”

Daemon Taglist: @barbiedragon @schniiipsel

Small Taglist: @heimtathurs @valeskafics @black-dread @watercolorskyy @darylandbethfanforever9 @hypocritic-trash-baby @connorsui @moonlightfoxx @snowystark @fan-goddess @lovelykhaleesiii

[creampz]

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[cannedpickledpeaches]

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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

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Notes and TW: Overthinker reader having a conversation with Mr. "Just Trust Me" Jade Leech. This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-writes @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe

“Would you like some tea?”

Jade offers you a cup of something that smells like lavender. You shake your head.

“I’m okay.” You turn your attention back to your screen. He sets the cup and saucer next to you anyway. “Who knows, maybe you’ve put a suspicious substance in it.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “You? Absolutely not. Give an inch and you take a mile.”

There’s a beat where he doesn’t reply. You look up at him, wondering if you’ve said something strange, but his back is turned as he walks to his seat. When he turns back around to settle in his chair, his expression stills like a frozen pond. Perfectly crafted, carefully unreadable.

A few hours have passed since his phone call. You’ve decided to work in Jade’s office today, thinking that you might get a clue or a burst of inspiration if one of the subjects of your thoughts is in close proximity. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, his quiet hums and constant catering to your needs indicates that he’s rather pleased. Aside from the cup of tea releasing a wispy veil of steam, there’s also a plate of cookies and a bowl of cherries on his desk beside you.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

You close your laptop and sigh. There are too many to count, all swirling in your head without rest.

“Still thinking about what you told me this morning.” You don’t want to address the bigger issue—that (Y/N) apparently forgot who you are—so you start small. “I didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep.”

“Neither did I.” Jade frowns in thought. “I imagine it is a result of too few hours of sleep throughout the week.”

“Even so, you said it yourself. You can’t sleep around strangers.” You drum your fingers on the desk. “Maybe you actually do feel at ease around her.”

“That is not the case.” His voice carries certainty that surprises you. When you glance at him, you notice that his mouth is set in a firm line. “I was quite unsettled when I woke up.”

“Huh.” You can imagine it. His shock at his lapse in vigilance. But even so, no matter how tired he is, he has never made this sort of blunder before. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

A shadow passes over his face. He stands next to your chair and leans over you. His eyes stare straight into yours—piercing mismatched eyes with an almost magnetic pull.

“I will ask you the same question as last night. Do you really believe that manuscript is a reflection of things that will certainly come to pass?”

Your heart jumps. Is he using Shock the Heart? But a few seconds pass, and no words leave your lips. This is not his Signature Spell. This is Jade Leech asking you a sincere, serious question. Besides, you have no reason to lie.

“Like I said, I don’t know—”

“Then don’t talk and act as though it is.” Is that frustration in his voice? He maintains eye contact with you, and you feel as though you can’t look away. “I, for one, think a predetermined future is horribly boring. My actions dictated for me, every event predictable . . . . I would sooner abandon it all and throw caution to the wind. The only reason why I am following the manuscript is because it outlines a way to restore my parents’ health.”

His sentence ends on half a breath, as though he originally intended to say more. He doesn’t. You wait, but nothing comes out.

“And?”

He kneels beside your chair, no longer towering over you or crowding your space. When he speaks again, he is quiet. But in the silence of his office, you hear it clear as day.

“And because that is what you want.”

Many history textbooks praise the Sea Witch for her spells and potions. One of the most famous ones took away a mermaid’s voice. You wonder if this is what that mermaid felt like. A storm of thoughts, but none able to be processed by your vocal chords. Parted lips that leak no sounds. You stare, nonplussed.

Eventually, you manage to let out a breathy, barely-heard whisper.

“What?”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “That is the truth. If that is what you wish for, then I will do my best to live up to your expectations. I know your good friend (Y/N)’s life is difficult. I know you think that by following this manuscript, everyone will be happy, because that is what it says will happen.”

You continue staring. The words seem to pass through you. It’s as though you are sitting in a dream, your surroundings wavering and surreal. What is he saying?

“The truth is that I could simply care less about (Y/N). She is at most an acquaintance. The reason why I give her special treatment is because I know she is precious to you.” He keeps rambling. You get the sense that he has been keeping quiet about this for a while. “As for the matter concerning my parents. If we follow the story, there is still no guarantee that they will be cured. Even you said you do not know if the manuscript’s plot will certainly come to pass. If Vil Schoenheit refuses to help my family, we will think of another way. He is not the only alchemist or curse expert in the world.

“I will follow what you want. But do not ask me to fall in love with (Y/N). That is the one thing I cannot do.”

“Why?” Your brain feels like porridge. Nothing seems to be getting through it. You cannot reason out a single thing. Isn’t (Y/N) created to be loved? Aren’t they written to fit like a glove on each other’s fingers? You’ve read the story. There doesn’t seem to be a particular reason why the Jade in the story obsesses over her aside from spending time together. It doesn’t actually matter. It’s the author’s will that their love is written in the stars—and the pages of that damn manuscript. It’s the point of the entire plot. “Is there something you don’t like about her?”

“Do I need a reason for failing to fall in love?”

Your mind blanks. Does he need a reason? He has a similar line in the manuscript. Do I need a reason for falling in love? If you think about it, isn’t it the same? No matter how you try and reason out the answer, love is not a puzzle with a logical answer. There is no formula, no recipe, no surefire step-by-step manual that you can follow to ensure success. Sometimes a spark causes a flame, and sometimes it sizzles out and dies. There is nobody to blame for either outcome.

You can’t wrap your mind around it. Why. Why. Why. Your brain, constantly overflowing with thoughts, cannot leave this topic to rest. A puzzle without an answer leaves you feeling antsy. Not knowing everything is a sin to your conscience.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“That is how love tends to be.”

An unsatisfactory answer. You dig your nails into your palm.

“Then answer me this. Why do you follow what I want? Is it because I’m interesting? No, that’s not right. You just said following a pre-written script is boring, and that’s exactly what I told you to do. I don’t understand.”

“The script is boring. You are anything but.”

“Me? What have I done?”

He smiles, then, one wholly different from his polite masks or his teasing grins or even his unhinged laughter. It’s an expression you associate with the times he talks about his interests. The expression that blankets and scatters across his countenance like orange rays of the setting sun over ocean waves. A quiet and calm beauty. A fondness that he rarely allows to be seen.

“Did you know that when you have much on your mind, you look up to the sky? That is why you prefer rooms with windows. The attic in my home that you love so dearly is one such room, and you spend all your time there nestled on the window seat. On that topic, you prefer small spaces because it helps you feel secure while you think. This is because you tend to zone out, and it is easier to defend yourself when no threats can appear behind you.”

“Uh, this is more like a behavioural report than a reason.”

“I do adore observing your behaviour. Particularly when you are lost in thought. I find myself wondering what you’re thinking about. If you’ll share them with me. But oftentimes, you do not trust me enough to do so.”

You swallow hard. “It’s hard to.”

“Why is that? I’ve known you for fifteen years. Floyd has known you for just as long, Azul a little less. (Y/N) has only known you for one year. So why can’t you trust me?”

You fiddle with your fingers, no longer capable of meeting his gaze. This kind of outburst is not something you expected from Jade. How long has he been thinking this way?

“I can’t tell what’s going on in your head. That’s why. Everything you say or do just gives me more to think about. If you’re being genuine or not, if you’ll suddenly decide to turn on me, things like that.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes. His smile shifts from fond to rueful and raw desperation permeates his shaky voice. It sounds brittle, as though a well-aimed push would shatter it into infinitesimal pieces.

“Is it so inconceivable that I could do things for you without ulterior motives?”

You look away. “Only until it no longer serves your interests or amuses you. Even if I can’t trust you fully, I’m sure there’s at least some level of it between us. I mean, we see each other regularly. I even let you drive me home.”

“Yes, but I am afraid I am a greedy man. Anyone else turning their back on me would be tolerable, but you—if it’s you . . . . At least promise me this. Even if I turn on the entire world,” he declares quietly, “promise you will trust that I will not betray you.”

You open your mouth as though to reply. Nothing comes out. You try again, your fingers gripping your knees tightly.

“I think we’re too similar. We’re both too cautious. We both think too much. Because of that, I can’t let my guard down around you.”

“Yet that is exactly what fascinates me.” He places a hand over yours. “Trying to decipher your thoughts, wondering about the motivations behind your actions, these are all things I find myself enthralled by. Your brutality and decisiveness towards that which would benefit you, but your willingness to do anything for the people dear to you. Your cautious nature as you execute your bold plans. Every time I think I have you pinned down, I only unearth another layer. The mystery intrigues me. On the other hand, I cannot help but wish you would trust and open up to me a little more.”

“That’s contradictory.”

“I cannot help it.” He smiles wryly. “I am contradictory by nature, as are you.”

You study his hand that engulfs yours. Cool to the touch. Ungloved, too. You muster your resolve.

“Then promise you won’t lie to me.” You finally lift your gaze until it returns to his eyes. Clear eyes that have been by your side for years. The eyes of a liar and schemer. Ironic for the one who wields a Signature Spell that forces out the truth. But these are the eyes of Jade Leech, and you won’t try to make him be someone he isn’t. “Lie to everyone else, I don’t care. But don’t lie to me. You can try to trick me or give me half-truths. I’ll figure them out on my own. If I still get fooled, that’s on me. Just don’t outright lie.”

The pounding of your heart fills your ears. Then, it is replaced by the sound of his quiet laughter.

“I expected nothing less from you.” He brings your hand up to touch his cheek. It only lasts a moment before he lets go and stands back up, returning to his seat. “I give you my word. I will never lie to you again.”

You look at the teacup on the desk, the lavender tea inside now cooled. The untouched cookies and cherries. A soft clink rings out as you take the teacup and bring it to your lips. Sweet and fragrant. Even cold, the tea Jade brews is impeccable.

[intricatechaosofyou]

The Right Wrong Turn

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: A hiccup in the mission ends up with you on a rooftop with the Batch’s sniper. Using the prompt “This did not go the way I expected.”

Warnings: 18+!!!!, blasters, shootouts, cursing, some sexual tension, a couple of references to lines in season 3 but NO SPOILERS (tell me if you find my references though ;) !!)

Author’s note: Happy Bad Batch season my loves!! Our boys are back and I couldn’t be happier (or sadder). I had the privilege of writing for @urfriendlyneighbornightfury so I hope you enjoy this babe! I had so much fun writing it. Italics indicate small flashbacks. Also, please keep in mind that this is post-Echo but pre-Order 66.

The Bad Batch has meant so much to me over the years and while it feels like the end has come far too quickly, I’m grateful for everything it’s done for me and the rest of the Star Wars community! Thank you to @ghostofskywalker / @cloneficgiftexchange for putting on this event!! I’m so grateful to participate in this huge event!!

Sending everyone a Wrecker-sized hug and a happy season 3!! <3

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You panted as you made a sharp turn down an alleyway, trying to lose your pursuers.

It was supposed to be a simple mission: sneak in while Hunter and Wrecker distracted the guards, download a few files, then Echo and Tech would pick you all up in the Marauder.

What you hadn’t planned for, however, was the heavy encryption on the files you needed.

———————

“Tech, I thought you said I just had to plug this data stick in and the files would download!” You whispered into your comm as a red screen appeared on the datapad.

“Theoretically, that should be all you have to do. However, I do suppose the encryptions on the files could prevent the transfer,” Tech replied, his static voice from the comm making you angrier by the second.

Your failed attempts at transferring the files had set off the alarm. You needed to get out of there, but you needed those files first.

“Keep the data stick in,” Tech requested. “I can undo the encryption from my end and transfer the files manually.”

A blaster shot fired right past your shoulder and you immediately ducked behind the large desk in the office. Sneaking a look, you counted three guards with their blasters pulled on you.

Kriff. You had to get out of there.

“Cross,” you hissed into your comm as you pulled your blaster from its holster on your hip.

You didn’t even have to finish your sentence before you heard the sniper’s voice crackle through the comm.

“I’ve got eyes on them. I take middle.”

You couldn’t see him on the next rooftop over, but you knew he was already lining up his shot through the large glass window behind the desk you were hiding behind.

“No fair. I wanted middle this time,” you answered, a smirk forming on your face.

Crosshair tutted. “Too bad, sweets.”

You rolled your eyes as you shifted your blaster in your hands, getting ready to fire.

As soon as Crosshair’s shot came through, shattering the window behind you and killing the assailant in the middle, you stood and shot the two remaining.

“Tech, how’re we looking?” You questioned.

“Files are transferred. Make your way back to the Marauder.”

You grabbed the data stick and booked it to the stairs just as another group of guards bursted into the office.

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You thought that they’d give up once you exited the building, but they were still managing to follow you through the busy streets of Bracca.

It was getting harder to lose the guards behind you as you dashed through the streets. One wrong turn and you knew you were in deep trouble.

As you turned down the next alleyway in hopes that you’d finally outpace the guards you heard someone hiss your name.

Looking up you found Crosshair, leaning over the roof of a nearby building, hand outstretched to you.

“Hurry up before those di’kuts catch up.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, allowing him to hoist you up onto the roof.

“Could’ve used some help earlier, Cro—“

The clone’s hand covered your mouth before you could finish your snarky comment, pushing you to lay down the cold metal roof as he followed suit, laying halfway on top of you as the guards flooded into the alley in pursuit of you.

He lowered his head, sharp eyes watching the guards, ensuring that they didn’t spot the two of you.

But you? You watched him.

He had shed his bucket before helping you onto the roof, granting you full freedom to ogle at his face. You watched the way his eyes darted across the length of the alley, the way jaw clenched every time a guard spoke, the way his lips were parted as he took slow, steady breaths.

Suddenly, the chill of the night was replaced with a heavy heat and you were overcome with the need to move out from under him.

The hard plastoid of his armor dug into your skin as you attempted to shift out from underneath him. But your movement only caused him to hold you down harder, his free hand pressing your hips down to keep you from squirming.

You stifled a frustrated groan, going to shift again but the way he turned to look at you made you freeze. He stared you down, almost daring you to move again.

Unfortunately for him, you loved getting under his skin.

You tried to shift out from under him again, accepting the unspoken challenge from the sniper.

He retaliated, pressing his entire forearm against your hips to prevent your movements.

With a huff, you realized this might be one battle you wouldn’t win. You resigned yourself to watching him again as he took a glance back at the alley.

When his eyes found yours again, he finally took his hand away from your mouth but his arm across your hips stayed in place.

“You nearly got us caught,” he hissed.

“Yeah, well, this didn’t go the way I expected,” you replied, a sarcastic smile on your face as you once again attempted to get out from under him.

The way he put more weight on your hips told you he wasn’t letting you go that easy. “What did you expect? That I’d just let you stand around up here and let the guards catch both of us?” He questioned.

“Stow it,” you demanded, trying to ignore the way your face felt hot. “We need to get back to the Marauder.”

“Not until you answer my question, sweets.”

You huffed, letting your head fall back. Maker, this man was stubborn. “Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Hate what, sweets?”

“You calling me that!”

“Why, sweets?”

You bit back a snarl at the way he emphasized the name just for the sake of driving you crazy. “I said stow it.”

“What’re you gonna do about it? I seem to have the upper hand, sweets.”

You hated the way his lips curled up into his signature smirk as the nickname left his mouth. Your hands acted on their own accord as they grabbed his face and crashed his lips onto yours. His response was automatic, hands coming to cradle your face to bring you closer to himself.

The kiss was a mess of tongue and teeth, both of you still in an attempt to win an imaginary battle against the other. He pushed you and you pushed back harder against him. Around and around you two went in desperate attempts to put the other in their place…until Crosshair’s comm sounded.

The sniper let out a discontented huff as your mouth left his as you pulled the comm from the belt at his hips.

“We’re still on a mission, sweets,” you reminded him, reveling in the way his jaw ticked as you used the nickname against him before turning back to the comm and assuring Hunter that you and Crosshair were en route to the Marauder. “We gotta get going.”

Despite his groaning, he still shifted off of you and offered you a hand to help you stand up.

You brushed yourself off and took in Crosshair’s usual frown. “Cheer up, Cross.”

“I don’t like being interrupted,” he replied, pulling a toothpick from the pocket on his belt.

Shrugging, you grabbed the toothpick from his hand and put it in your own mouth. “Don’t worry. We’ll finish this later.”

The corners of Crosshair’s mouth ticked up at your insinuation. “I like that plan, sweets.”

Although you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help the fond smile from growing on your face. Instead of granting him a response you simply turned and started the trek back to the Marauder with Crosshair right beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. Yeah, you’d definitely be finishing this later.

[rinrinx2]

My brothers wife

Part 6

Ran x reader

Warnings:SMUT, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Affairs, Cheating, fighting, pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage , mentions of abortion

Text like this indicate that a past event is occurring

My brothers wife <3 Masterlist

Each tick of the clock sounded louder than the next and every breath you took you could feel in detail as a loud silence festered in your hospital room as the man you called your husband sat parallel to your hospital bed.

Rindou sat in the worn in chair, hands on either leg with clenched fists and eyes starring into yours as he tried to decipher what thoughts your mind were littered with.

You watched Rindou taking in how his eyes burned into you only for you to look ever so slightly to his left to see the massive bouquet that sat on the table beside him.

‘Magenta Lilacs’

Your mind wondered off to the flowers beside him as you began to recall the events of a few days ago.

“I got you these” Ran said as he placed the flowers into the vase on the table besides the beaten up looking chair.

“They’re pretty, what are they?” You asked as you analysed the flowers carefully.

“They’re magenta lilacs” Ran said as he tried his best to arrange the flowers in the vase.

“They symbolise the first emotions of love”

“Thought they’d be fitting for our predicament you know I’m trying to make lemons out of lemonade here and also they’re kind of the colour of my hair so when you see them you’ll think of me even more” Ran said with a smirk as his eye now looked up catching yours.

You starred into Rans eyes taking in how even his eyes matched the flowers that he had placed in the vase. All other thoughts fled your mind as you focused on Ran, nothing but Ran.

“So urhm talking about predicaments, how is yours and baby’s going ?” Ran asked a bit more seriously but trying his best to conceal the worry laced in his words.

“Oh urhm” you stuttered out as Ran’s question finally soaked into your mind breaking out of the stupor Ran had put you in.

“Doctor says baby is fine” you said as you began to fiddle with the edge of the blanket your eyes tracing every fibre as you spoke.

“And what about you?” Ran asked walking over to your bed slowly as to not startle you.

“I’m okay Ran, just okay”

And for a moment a silenced washed over the two of you as you continued picking away at the blanket while Ran quietly watched your ministrations.

Even now while your guard was up and you eyes were rimmed red from crying he still thought you were as beautiful as ever. With his child living inside you and his love for you blossoming within him.

But before long Ran realised something.

“He’ll come visit you know” Ran said taking your hand in his.

“I know” you replied.

“If you want me to stick around and wait till he comes to tell him to fuck off I will I don’t care really about missions that Mikey has me doing I’ll take the scolding if it means I can make you feel at ease I really don’t -”

“No it’s okay” you butted in before Ran could finish his sentence.

“I know you take your job very seriously so go I’ll still be here when you get back, and him don’t worry I can handle myself …. I’ve got mini Ran to help through it” you said as a small smile crept onto your face.

“Mini Ran huh” Ran joked as he poked your side.

“(Y/N)” Rindou said loud enough to break you out of your memories as your eyes went back into him.

“I just wanted to start of by saying I’m sorry for everything”

“I’m sorry for not being there more for you and neglecting you and just overall not being a good husband. I thought about coming here and lying to you about everything about the secretary and all that but I want to be honest with you I want us to start fresh. I already told the secretary to get an abortion and about Ran he doesn’t have to be in our picture anymore; we’ll move abroad you, me and baby. The three of us, I don’t care if it’s not mine I just need this to work. It has to”

You looked at Rindou watching as the desperation clung to his face. Before you could even begin to think of a reply to Rindou he began to speak again.

“Please we can do this (Y/N)” Rindou said standing up from the chair now walking over to your side as he reached for your hand without you even realising.

“I’ll let Mikey know about my plans he can give me all the dead jobs no one wants as long as it’s away from here, just say the words and we’ll be gone by tonight” Rindou said as he grasped your hand tighter his eyes begging with an answer he hoped for.

You eyes peered over to those magenta lilacs and then back to Rindou.

“I’ll think about it Rindou” you said as you gently pulled your hand out of his.

Rindou looked at you before standing to his full height as he peered down to your figure. Taking one final look before he headed to the door.

“Let me know (Y/N) - chan”

The loud thud of the closing door made the vase slightly shake on the table and you worried for a moment that it would cause the vase to fall of the table and shatter.

But those Magenta Lilacs did not fall they stood strong and proud in their vase not failing to capture your attention throughout your stay.

“Told you I’d be back before you left” Ran said as he grabbed your bags.

“You just made it”

“Oh come on, I’m still here even if it’s your last day” Ran joked.

“Aren’t you happy you’re leaving?” Ran asked.

“Of course I am, extremely happy now I can go …”

You stopped speaking realising you weren’t sure where you’d be going and Ran realised that too as you gaze began to drift off.

“You’re rooms already set up don’t even worry about it, I don’t have goose feather mattresses but my cloud soft mattresses should do just the same job” Ran said grabbing your last bags as he began heading to the door as you followed him.

But before you allowed to fully exit the room you quickly grabbed at the now dried up bouquet of magenta lilacs.

Your actions catching Ran’s attention.

“You know I’ll buy you new flowers you don’t have to hold onto a dead bouquet”

“I know but” you said trying to come up with an explanation but Ran already knew what you wanted to explain.

“Fine just don’t get dead flower all over my car”

“So you like?” Ran asked as he showed you, your room.

“I mean it’s something” you replied looking about the completely red room. Looking at the rose red rugs to the red decorations that littered the room.

“I didn’t know you took the whole red room so seriously” you joked as you picked up some random red nik nak.

“Sorry I didn’t know you didn’t have a favourite colour besides the real red room is down the-”

“I don’t wanna know” you said cutting Ran off before he could finish his sentence.

“Oh come on don’t act all disgusted, you know how that baby was made right” Ran said with a raised brow.

“Oh whatever get out” you said gently nudging the tall male away.

The fluffy red covers did little to keep you warm as the cold evening air seemed to seep through every crevice possible, and as much as you wanted to just endure the coldness of the night you knew your son would retaliate against your actions.

So without a second thought you began you ascension to Ran’s room.

The journey felt never ending if Ran’s room was just down the hallway from yours; your nerves were shot and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as if it would be the first time sharing a bed with Ran as if the child growing within you wasn’t due to the past actions of you and Ran in a bed.

“You gonna stand like a ghost at the door or you gonna get into bed” Ran questioned rhetorically, as you still stood dumbfounded for only a minute longer before you walked over to Ran’s bed carefully slipping into his covers to not alert him any further.

But all your advances of trying your best not to disturb Ran further we’re ruined when you felt him move himself over to you.

“Do you feel comfortable now?” Ran asked as his arms wrapped around your waist lazily.

“Mhmm” you hummed as you remained as still as a statue as you lied on your side.

You remained in Ran’s arms hearing his soft breathes as he ventured back into sleep and as tempting as it was to follow him but your body still held some energy that kept you awake.

“You’re still awake” Ran said with his eyes closed as he still felt your stiff body in his arms.

“I don’t feel that tired yet” you replied honestly.

And then Ran went quiet for a moment more before you began to feel hands at your side pulling your nighty up as finger went to your pantie pulling them to the side.

“What you doing?”

“Helping you feel tired” Ran replied nonchalantly as you felt his member tickle at your entrance.

And the blunt dullness of his head that teased your entrance brought back memories of how he’d fuck you to sleep just as he was about to do now.

And it didn’t take much of those memories to get you soaked. Ran’s tip began to gather slick from your dripping cunt as he slipped his member between your folds massaging his cock through your puffy folds.

The pressure that your clit throbbed with hoping Ran would finally sink into you was driving you wild and Ran knew it was he could tell from the way your nipples were pebbling underneath your silk nighty as his hand now toyed with the harden nubs.

Ran’s one hand remained on your nipple as the other travelled to your swollen clit. Rolling his fingertips over the bundle of nerves as he applied pressure to it that had you buckling into his hand.

“Ran” you moaned out as his teasing was becoming to much, from the feeling of his cock head playing at your entrance and his one hand pinching at your nipples while the other pressed on your clit, the feeling starting to have you see stars but just as you fell of the edge you felt that blunt tip split you in half as Ran shoved his cock in without warning.

“Fuck” Ran moaned as he felt you cum hard around his cock without warning.

Ran felt as your walls hugged him trying it’s best to milk him, Ran let out a soft laugh at your pussys action.

Slowly Ran began to thrust into you fucking you through your pleasure as a new wave of pleasure was beginning to build.

The sweat between your breast dripped down your body, while Ran’s hands grasped at your hips as he fucked into you like he was thirsty for your pussy to drench him. The sheets feeling more heavy as you tried your best not cum as Ran began to thrust harder and deeper hitting that spot deep within your pussy that only he knew.

“You’re gonna cum” Ran stated already knowing from your high pitched moans that you wouldn’t be able to last a minute longer.

And from his load grunts you could tell he was close too.

Ran began to fuck you now like a feral animal, the need and urge to feel that gripping feeling around him again to finally have your pussy milk him and him to give you that seed, that seed that if you weren’t already pregnant he was sure that you would be after this.

The sheets finally felt to heavy and your nipples to sensitive as Ran thrusted once again and suddenly it all felt to much again as that feeling bubbled over again. You gripped the sheets as you came feeling your pussy wrap around Ran suffocating his cock.

And Ran gladly allowed you to take his cock as he shot hot white seed into you letting you take all that he gave you.

Loud heavy breathing echoed throughout the room as your hands loosened from the sheets.

“You should be tired now” Ran said with his cock still buried in as he hugged you tighter, and within 3 minutes you once again heard those soft breathing as if Ran wasn’t fucking you not to long ago but this time you followed him in sleeping.

Ran sat on the opposite end of the small kitchen table as he sipped on his morning coffee while you ate your no named brand cereal.

The scene felt like something out of a dream, like the man across from you was your husband and the child that merrily resided in you was yours, like a child you had planned.

And that feeling continued for what felt like forever, just you and Ran, the post love making glow still settled onto your skin as every now and then Ran would look over at you basking in your beauty.

You could get use to this and you’d hoped that you would that was until you heard a knock at the door, that hard shrilling knock that crushed your dream reality with Ran.

Because you knew who was knocking.

You knew it was the man you were actually married knocking the man who had cheated on you before you began your affair, the man who had neglected you to the point that you sorted comfort from his own brother it was Haitani Rindou.

And yet when that door opened you were shocked to find a woman.

A short, brunette, that dawned a heavy coat covering most of her body. Her facial expression was that of relief and worry. Like she was relieved to see you yet prettified by your presence and the tremble in her voice confirmed these feeling when she spoke.

“Good morning are you, Haitani (Y/N)?”

“I’m your husbands secretary”

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[fatherless-behavior-prompts]

Accessibility within the RPC

How we can make it a better place for everyone. These tips are coming from a accessibility educator and web tester. It's not comprehensive, but meant to give you a crash course. Especially on the most common RPC trends.

General

The more you deviate from standard English writing, the more people are going to be less likely to be able to read and interact with you. People with disabilities, neuro-divergence, or even normal people whose time is limited will be effected with each deviation.

While tools exist to make these things easier to curate someone's experience, their functionality is limited. The large majority of them work by modifying standard English sentence structure. They tend to break or not function properly otherwise.

Some screenreaders for example struggle with all lowercase/uppercase text, double/multi spacing between words, lack of punctuation, etc. They will end up reading the text back in very odd ways.

Color can be make it difficult as well. The themes on Tumblr are varied. Your writing partner could be using these theme and your colored text is nearly impossible to read because of their theme. There are also color contrast issues for people with varying degrees of color blindness.

Accessibility is not one size fits all. Talk with your writing partners about their specific needs.

Tips for a more accessible blog and replies

Look for themes / carrds that are W3G compliant.

Don't use all lowercase text in your replies ( lapslock ).

Don't use all uppercase text outside of well-known acronyms.

Don't put multiple spaces between your words.

Use punctuation in your sentences.

Don't use color in your blog's text.

Use themes / carrds that say what the button/link is for. I, II, III, IV don't really give an indication of what's there. List it out: Rules, Muses, Connections, etc.

Make sure your theme uses at least 16px font sizing. Tumblr's post small font is 13px which is below the standard. The regular font however fits.

Don't make important links or link context like text appear on hover. A mobile device can't see it. Someone who is keyboard only can't either.

Again this isn't comprehensive, but it will give you a start. This is to help be more inclusive with your replies and blogs. This isn't to shame anyone for their aesthetics, but to point out things we can all do to make the RPC more accessible.

What if I like my aesthetics and don't want to change?

That's fine. Just understand it means fewer people can read, process, or comprehend your writing. Better yet if you don't want to switch and instead compromise? Make it very clear in either your rules, pinned post, carrd, etc that you will absolutely switch to regular formatting upon request.

This will help bridge the gap that people with fewer spoons to reach out over this will feel more comfortable doing so.

At the end of the day when we make our replies and RP blogs accessible for those who need it, we make it more accessible for everyone.

[hannahbarberra162]

hOrnithology for Beginners, Chapter 3

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Sorry I couldn’t help myself. Also Ace would have been on Jackass.

You’d had your fair share of bad dates - Marco wasn’t the worst person you’d ever been set up with. There was one where the guy had gotten arrested by the Marines during dinner, and another where you had to shoot the guy with a blow dart to keep him from poaching. So comparatively, Marco wasn’t that bad. At least he was good looking, aside from the hairstyle and general proclivity to piracy. 

After general introductions, you were ready to begin the beetle quest. You had already reined yourself in from launching into a speech about beetles that were invasive on the island. You needed to be chill for Etta’s sake. It was difficult for you to be calm and relaxed about anything related to your interests. You’d try and tone it down but sometimes your desire to share information was a little…strong.

“OK, so if we want to find beetles we’re going to need to think like birds.” Ace looked over to Marco deviously. You couldn’t care less what was going on between them - let them play their stupid games. 

“So we’re going to need to find secluded, dark, and dry places,” you continued. “Beetles are actually found in almost every habitat in the world. They are a dominant form of life and scientists have found beetle fossils way down in the ocean, indicating that they have lived on earth for millions of years. Interestingly, the fossils they found from a little under a thousand years ago were of land dwelling beetles, not water dwelling beetles. Like most islands, we have some beetles that are endemic just to this location, which is what we are going to try to find. Though since this island has a large number of rare birds and bird migrations, there are also an extremely large variety of beetles. Birds are frequent carriers of beetle eggs and larvae which they bring to the island on their travels via their guano. You’d think that the guano would destroy the eggs but actually…” you took a breath and looked at your small audience. You could tell Etta and Ace had zoned out and weren’t listening. It was OK, you were used to this kind of reception. Not everyone cared about these things as much as you. Surprisingly, Marco was paying attention, seemingly waiting for you to finish your sentence. One point in the pirate’s favor.

“- but that’s actually not what happens. Let’s start walking and I’ll show you some likely spots.” You finished your rant and moved along. Marco kept up with you, leaving Ace and Etta chatting in the rear. 

“You know a lot about beetles yoi,” Marco said conversationally.

“Not really. It’s more like supplemental information for me. I’m trying to become a published ornithologist,” you told him. “So really birds are more my thing, and since birds eat beetles, I learned a little.”

“I’m also into birds,” he supplied “but definitely not at your level. I’m not a scientist by any means yoi.” You hummed. You could hear Ace and Etta having a pleasant conversation in the back, making you smile slightly. Etta was a sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to go on a date with her.

“Science and piracy don’t usually go hand in hand,” you replied, remembering your own date.

“Mm, they can. I’m the doctor on board so I know a little about science.”

“That’s nice.” You wanted to end that line of conversation. You did not care about pirates or their health or how their stupid crews worked. As your group walked along, you were scanning the area for phoenix feathers. Just because you hadn’t seen one yet didn’t mean there weren’t any on the island.

“What are you looking for yoi?” your persistent date asked.

“Bird feathers,” you said, still scanning the area.

“I thought we were looking for beetles today,” he replied.

You sighed. Some scientist. “We are, but I’m always looking for feathers. It can help me track which species are currently on the island.”

“I see. Anything unusual here right now?” Marco said with a calculated look. 

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Like you would tell him about the phoenix that his captain had already hurt. What if the phoenix had escaped and was waiting for them to leave!? You’d see if the phoenix needed help - if you ever saw it again.

“Nothing rare?” Marco prodded.

“Nope,” you said, popping your p. 

“Are there ever rare birds on the island yoi? Anything mythical?” What was this guy’s deal? Was he looking for you to help him poach birds?

“Rare birds, sometimes. Mythical birds, no. I’ve never seen one here.” You didn’t like to lie but in this case it seemed like the right choice. You’d finally reached your destination, a small series of caves that the Peel Rhinoceros beetle favored for its habitat. They were damp, moist, and pretty gross but they usually had a lot of bugs. You started nudging rocks over with your shoe trying to find some examples for the group.

“Like I said, there are some beetles that are only found on this island. What’s notable about the beetles here is that they are large and their horns look like orange peels with legs. They’re called Peel Rhinoceros beetles and don’t touch them. Like most things in nature that are brightly colored, the orange is telling you not to touch it. It won’t kill you but it will sure mess up your day.” You made sure Ace and Marco were listening - Etta had already heard this from you a million times over and wasn’t going to mess with them.

You kicked over a large stone and saw a yellowish orange beetle with a shovel shaped horn. You stooped down and picked it up. “Look here, this is actually not a Peel Rhinoceros beetle. It’s a Lemon beetle, which you can tell because it looks mostly yellow with some orange elements. It lacks a true horn, having instead the shovel shaped one at the top and has no pronotal horn. It’s a Batesian mimic, completely harmless.” You put the little guy back down and covered him up again with the rock.

You meandered a little farther, spotting a Peel Rhino a few feet into the cave. 

“Here’s a Peel Rhinoceros Beetle,” you said, pointing to it with a stick you’d found. “See how it kind of looks like an orange peel from far away? And see how I’m not touching it? Those are the two most important facts about this beetle.” 

Ace and Etta looked suitably impressed. Ace took out his notebook and drew a rough sketch of the bug, along with writing the name.

“It doesn’t look quite right,” Ace said, squinting at the drawing.

“Let me see,” you said, offering to take the notebook. He handed it to you and you took the pencil out of his hand. “Oh, this is pretty good. You’re just missing some tibial teeth and the separation between the front and middle tibia. I can adjust the drawing if you’d like.” 

“Sure, thanks!” Ace said and you started changing his drawing. It really wasn’t bad for a pirate, you thought. A few strokes of the pencil and it was looking more like the beetle in front of you.  You took the liberty of drawing it again from a side profile and including the scientific name above the pictures. 

“Wow! You’re really good!” Ace exclaimed as you handed back the notebook. 

“Oh yeah, she’s the best realistic artist on the island, you should see her bird drawings,” Etta replied, praising you. 

“Oh? Would I be able to see some of your work yoi?” Marco inquired. 

“No. It’s private.” You were a little annoyed at Etta for bringing it up. Time to get this show on the road.

“So those are two beetles found only on this island. I’m sure you guys can take it from here. There are plenty of other beetles here, you can definitely find some attractive specimens if you look. I’m actually going to check for wire snares in the area since I don’t normally come this way.” 

“Sounds good, enjoy! We’re gonna go deeper in the cave.” Etta and Ace were holding hands. 

“Do you need a lamp dial?” you asked. You had a spare you could lend them.

“No, I’ve got this covered,” Ace said with a smirk. He held up his index finger and it turned into flames. Your eyes widened - he was a devil fruit user? You hadn’t met any in person before.

“You really don’t know who we are?” Ace asked, tilting his head. “Not to be cocky, but people usually know on sight. They call me Fire Fist Ace.” He made his whole arm turn into fire. You shrugged. 

“Not my interest,” you said. “You can’t fly and don’t have feathers, so I don’t really care. No offense.” Ace coughed to cover a laugh. 

“Do you have a nickname too?” you asked Marco. You’d like to know what you were dealing with.

“Yes, but people usually call me Marco yoi. Can I come with you to check the traps?” You blinked slowly. You wanted some time to recharge yourself alone but didn’t want to be rude. Ella and Ace had already retreated further into the cave.

“Sure, but just so you know if there’s any wildlife that’s caught, I release them.” He wasn’t going to get a free dinner off of the traps. You and Marco set off into the woods while Ace and Etta went into the caves. During the walk Marco kept trying to initiate conversation with you, which was not productive to finding birds or saving wildlife. 

“So, how did you get into bird watching yoi?” Marco asked while smiling at you. 

“By watching birds, please be quiet,” you shushed him. “I’m always looking and being loud is counter productive.” He took the hint and walked alongside you in silence. You were checking for wire traps and any sight of the phoenix. You came across a wire trap that had ensnared a sea raccoon. You held up a hand indicating for Marco to stop. 

The poor animal was covered in sweat and blood. It had its hind paw caught in the trap and was too exhausted to transform. It watched you approach and trembled, probably expecting to be killed. You knelt down in front of it and slowly took wire cutters out of your pack. You snipped the wire around its hind paw and immediately the tension in the wire went slack. You didn’t move as the sea racoon took stock of the change. It looked at you, rubbed its hind paw, nodded, and scurried off into the underbrush. You smiled, put the cutters back in your pack and stood back up. You turned towards Marco and indicated that he could continue to follow you.

“Those sea raccoons are worth a lot of money,” he said to you. Ugh. Once a pirate, always a pirate.

“I’m not interested in money,” you replied. As if you would ever sell a live animal, much less one caught in the wild.

“Still, it’s nice that you go around freeing them yoi.”

“I would like to hope that if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, someone would help me out too.” Marco looked contemplative but didn’t reply. 

~~~

Marco POV

What a strange woman you were. You seemed to have infinite patience and care for animals and insects, and a never ending amount of disdain for pirates. You had so much knowledge and wisdom, but almost no people skills. You weren’t lying - he could tell you hadn’t known who Ace was by your shocked face when he showed his power. He wanted to understand you more, so he followed you around, admiring your perky butt from behind while you freed a few animals that had been caught in traps. You were quick, attentive, and compassionate for the captured animals. In another life, he thought you would have made a good doctor. 

You had made your way back to the main trail when you could hear Etta yelling your name as well as Marco’s in the distance. You perked your head up and immediately started jogging back towards the sound. Marco kept up easily and wasn’t worried in the slightest. Whatever was wrong could be fixed between the two of you. You jogged faster the closer you got to your friend’s voice. He would have offered to take your pack but he didn’t think you would be receptive. 

You finally reached your friend, who had been standing on a rock for better visibility. She got off the rock and was speaking to you hurriedly. She pointed a finger towards a sick looking Ace who was sitting and leaning against the opening of the cave. You laughed uproariously. For quite a while. Etta was frowning. Marco came up to find out what happened but had a fairly good guess. 

“Ace picked up a Peel Rhino beetle and it sprayed him with venom,” you said to Marco, wiping a tear from your eye. 

“It’s not funny!” Ace yelled from his seated position. He was sweating profusely which was uncommon since he didn’t get hot or cold. “It wasn’t on purpose! I thought it was a Lemon Peel beetle or whatever.”

“It absolutely is funny! That’s like one of two things I told you today! What a fuckin’ idiot!” you laughed again. Marco wasn’t laughing on the outside but he didn’t feel much sympathy for Ace. He had been warned after all. 

Etta looked worried. “What are the effects of touching the beetle again?” You smiled impishly.

“Ace is going to be intensely horny until he has sex and orgasms. Likely a few times based on the dose of the venom he got. Won't subside if he just masturbates. If he doesn’t he’s going to be in severe pain for a few hours. I did warn you it would mess up your day.” You smirked at Ace.

Marco frowned. “Ace, can’t you turn into fire and burn it off yoi?”

Ace scowled at him, “don’t you think I tried that already? No, it didn’t work.”

“Aren’t you the Whitebeard doctor? Can you give him anything as an antidote?” Etta fretted.

Marco looked at his crewmate and shrugged. “Unfortunately when it comes to things like this, antidotes aren’t really made yoi. It’s got to work its way out of his system one way or another.” You quirked your eyebrow at him. He knew he was correct - there wasn’t really anything to do other than ride it out. You looked impressed with his knowledge.

“He’s going to need help getting back to wherever you’re staying,” you supplied. Marco sighed - they were staying on the Moby, which was pretty far away. Marco thought about changing into his Pheonix form and flying Ace back to the infirmary, but that would ruin the little game he had going. But before he could offer, Etta piped up.

“Ace can come back to my house,” she said timidly. You and Marco’s eyebrows hiked up. 

“One moment, please,” you said, pulling your friend aside. Marco couldn’t hear the entire conversation but he saw you trying to give your blow gun to your friend for protection, which Etta wouldn’t take. You seemed like a very loyal and giving friend. Turned out you did like some people, just not pirates. You gave up trying to give your friend weaponry and walked back to a groaning Ace. You crouched down in front of his face.

“Whatever lucky star you were born under has granted you a wish. Etta’s taking you back to her house. If I find out anything unsavory happened, you’ll wish you’d only been sprayed by a thousand beetles.” You got up and turned to Marco. 

“I think you’re going to need to help him get to Etta’s house. The pain he’s in is compounding quickly and Etta’s place is at the top of a hill.” Marco nodded. He knew you were right, but what a bad end to a date.

“Thank you for the lovely expedition today, even though it ended early yoi.” Marco was intrigued by you. As soon as he dropped off Ace, he was going to catch up with you again. 

“Ah, yeah. It wasn’t bad. We’re not kissing though.” You crossed your arms and Marco laughed lightly. 

 Etta thanked you as well while Marco hauled Ace off the ground and the trio started trudging towards town. He could feel your gaze on his back as he retreated with the moaning Ace. 

~~~

Your POV

What a long ordeal that was. You chuckled to yourself thinking about Ace picking up the Peel Rhino. What an idiot. Though, you mused, Etta might be in for a fun night. Ace seemed like he would be pretty good in bed. You’d heard Peel sex was intense and euphoric, but you’d never had it yourself. You never met anyone you’d felt strongly enough about to do something like that. Tourists, Marines and occasional pirates propositioned you but you always turned them down. You were by no means a virgin, but the list of people you liked to spend time with was short. 

You made sure everyone was gone before you picked your way through the forest to your hideout. It was the early evening - hottest part of the day on the island. You were soaked with sweat from jogging to Etta and rucking with your pack all day. One of the best features of your secret base was the waterfall. After sitting and drinking water for a few minutes, you started shucking off your clothes and laying them on sunny rocks to dry. You had gotten down to your boring bra and panties when you saw the flickering blue you’d been waiting for. You watched the phoenix soar in the sky, making circles above. What you would give to be able to fly with it just once. You watched it until it came to perch in a tree near the waterfall. You broke into a huge smile.

“I’m so glad you’re back! Every time I see you it’s like a present from the gods.” The phoenix, of course, said nothing. But you knew that it had preternatural intelligence and could understand you. Or you were completely delusional. Either way, you enjoyed your one sided conversations. 

“I’m going to swim and cool off for a bit. Would you like some fruit?” You opened your pack and took out some dried pineapple you’d brought with you. You set it on a rock near the phoenix and backed away. The phoenix didn’t move but also didn’t leave. You reached behind you to take off your bra and the phoenix startled. 

“Are you offended by naked humans?” you asked worriedly. You’d never do anything to upset your phoenix. The phoenix shook its head. You clapped your hands once and laughed.

“I knew you could understand me! If I rattle on too long, let me know. I really treasure your company.” With that, you unhooked your bra and threw it on a rock. You hooked your thumbs into your panties, pulled them down and did the same. You went to the deep end of the pool and jumped in all at once, making a splash. You came up and swam to the shallow part of the pool, where you could stand and lean so you were half submerged in the water. Jumping in the pool felt divine, you were so happy you could enjoy it with the phoenix. You looked over at the phoenix, who was watching you with unabashed interest. 

Next Chapter

[veliseraptor]

just thinking about the "xue yang never cared about xiao xingchen he doesn't have real feelings and just thinks of him as a toy" take again and @ameliarating pointed something out to me namely:

Xue Yang broke into peals of laughter. "Wei-qianbei, you're merciless!"

"Fine, laugh. Even if you laugh yourself to death, Xiao Xingchen's soul will still be too broken to put back together. He found you repulsive, yet you still insist on dragging him back so that you can play games with him."

Abruptly, Xue Yang swung from laughter into rage. "Who wants to play games?!"

"Then why did you kneel in front of me and beg me to fix his soul for you?"

Of course, someone as clever as Xue Yang must have been aware that Wei Wuxian was trying to bait him. First, distracting him with anger, and second, provoking him into shouting, Wei Wuxian made it possible for Lan Wangji to deduce his location and strike. But still, Xue Yang couldn't help replying. "Why? Hah! As if you don't know. I want to turn him into a fierce corpse - under my control! Didn't he want to be a pure, virtuous cultivator? Then I'll make him endlessly slaughter people, so he'll never find peace!"

"Ah? You hate him that much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yang sneered. "Why did I kill Chang Ping? Do you need to ask, Yiling Patriarch? Didn't I already tell you? I said I was going to kill the entire Yueyang Chang Clan - I wasn't even going to spare one dog!"

[...] Wei Wuxian said, "You sure came up with a good explanation. Too bad the timing doesn't match up. Someone like you, who can't even let a dirty look go without avenging yourself a thousand times over, someone who strikes so swiftly and ruthlessly - if someone like you really wanted to kill off an entire family, why would they wait so many years to finish? You know perfectly well why you killed Chang Ping."

"Then tell me, what do I know? What do I know perfectly well?!"

He shouted this last sentence.

"You killed them, yes. But why lingchi? Killing someone that way signifies that it was punishment. If you were only getting revenge for yourself, why did you use Shuanghua and not your own Jiangzai? Why did you have to dig out Chang Ping's eyes and make him like Xiao Xingchen?"

Xue Yang shouted himself hoarse. "Bullshit! It's all bullshit! It was revenge - was I supposed to let him die comfortably?"

"Indeed, it was revenge. But whose revenge were you seeking? How ridiculous. If you genuinely wanted revenge, you should have sliced yourself into pieces!" (MDZS, Chapter 42)

so if we're meant to buy that interpretation, then...what is the point of this passage? what is it trying to say? is it just to give Wei Wuxian a means of distracting Xue Yang and making him show himself? then why this means? and why are we taking the line that Xue Yang himself, a famously reliable narrator (?) gives (re: wanting to turn Xiao Xingchen into a fierce corpse and control him) as the truth of the situation, as opposed to Wei Wuxian's own interpretation (where Xue Yang is taking revenge on Xiao Xingchen's behalf, albeit expressed onto a different target)? and what is the point of Xue Yang's reaction after this, where he suddenly goes silent and stops responding, meant to indicate? the fact that Xue Yang gets angrier and angrier at Wei Wuxian for pressing the point?

these are all cues present for a narrative purpose, not "just because," and they're pointing in a direction that indicates that Xue Yang in this scene is lying through his teeth, whether or not he admits that to himself.

furthermore, since inevitably "but adaptation" comes up in these conversations, CQL actually retains this scene in a remarkably intact form:

coming to the conclusion based on this scene alone (not even touching the narrative surrounding the events in the past) that people who claim that "xue yang had no genuine feelings about xiao xingchen whatsoever" is to be taken as truth are not just taking the most boring possible read of this text but also at least a little actively reading against it.

[pure-jeff-ward]

Infinity Con BLISS ! Looking at you Jeff Ward!! :D

Hi dear Jeff Wardians! I also wanted to share my Infinity Con experience with everyone. This was my fifth Con in general (one of them being NYCC!), but this one was genuinely the most chill and best organized one I have been to! When I was in line for the picture with Jeff, I loved that he had Bon Jovi and glam rock music on in the background (although he said he was into Hip Hop also); and I knew he wasn't particularly tall but then again, I'm from the North and men here are around 6.33 or 190m, hehe. So, he looked so dashing in his red sweater and I LOVED his very dark brown, tousled hair, which make his green eyes stand out. I could hear him speaking with people and he was very professional, but also "loud" like the American that he is. Hehe. He said "thank you" to every single person. Such a cutie. When it was my turn, I asked him if he would mind me standing on his other side and he said: Oh yes, of course. Naww. And then the picture was taken, but the photographer checked her camera to see if it was usable and I thought, he would let go immediately after the click, but he kept his arm around me for those 5 seconds more until the photographer nodded her okay that the picture came out usable. And those 5 seconds. Oh boy. How very approachable and sweet of him. He felt soft and smelled absolutely heavenly. Haha. Sorry for the graphics here. Then, there was the autographs. And I must say, each person would have had the time to talk that they needed. Yes, it always feels rushed with the queue/line behind you and I always try to be polite and be quick, because everybody wants a turn. So the guy in front of me had Jeff sign like seven boxes of FunkoPops and Jeff was such a good sport about it and used every pen that the fan handed him etc. I also heard Jeff say to a fan, as I was standing in line, "how can I help, what can I do in whatever way you want" - or similar. Naaw. And when it was my turn, he greeted me and I asked him, if he could write a sentence on my picture and he said: Of course. And I told him what to write and I said: If you remember the lyrics? And he paused and then it hit him and he BEAMED at me and said: Ohhh yeaaah, she is great, isn't she?? (He meant Bat For Lashes, the singer. He was in one of her music videos and I made him write a line from the song on my picture). He told me that his friend directed the video. And after he said the second time: She is such a great artist. I replied: So are you. :) And he looked abashed and said thank you, then I left. <3 What a charming guy. So open and chatty and he asked everyone who came to the table: Hey, how are you? Naaww. And he looked so handsome! I could watch him a bit as he was signing and believe you me, he has a very sharp jawline. And here is something I would like to add. During the Panel someone asked Jeff, if he was feeling better. And told him that a rumor went around that he had been ill and looked it, too, but also looked "fine". I thought that was extremely unnecessary and rude and also a bit dumb to be honest. The way that Jeff replied indicated that he actually had been a bit under the weather, but not ever in a million years, would I speculate on someone's well being, assuming something according to their LOOKS and then saying it to his face! The hell?! I thought he looked absolutely, genuinely healthy and exactly like I imagined he would look like from on screen/pictures. And I felt for him when he tried to ridicule the "you look fine" comment, because that man has humour (!), but it was still unnecessary and I thought he was beautiful. And the Panel was like a 40 minute stand-up comedy show. I think I loved Jeff even more after that, because the energy he had with Taz was so intimate, it was like looking in on an evening they may have had at a bar, joking around. And Jeff had the entire room in stitches! I laughed so hard the entire time. He ripped one joke after the other, he was on fire. Love how quick witted and eloquent he is. Thank you for reading! <3 Oh, and do follow me on Insta, please: bendarkling_fiction

[kumabeom]

this love - kang taehyun

letter 13 ; pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“wait for me here, i’ll just ask ms.kim about this and then i’ll be right back.” beomgyu said, grabbing a box from your hands and entering the said classroom. you stood there patiently, a few seconds passing before you felt a small tap on your shoulder, turning your head over to see a girl, hair nicely styled but you could tell that it was just naturally like that. a subtle blush settling just on her cheeks, a bit of the same product on her nose. eyelashes perfectly curled, she looked right at you.

“you’re yn, right ?” she questioned, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, confusion running through you as you wondered how she knew you’re name. “you’re taehyun’s new partner, no ?”

taehyun was quite a popular person, not only was he athletic but now he was making rounds for how well he was managing his life. he was already known for his ability and amazing skill in soccer. he was also known for the way he would go around dating just about anyone before breaking their hearts and moving onto his next target.

“yeah.. you are ?”

“i’m nari. i kind of needed help on my way around, been here for years and i still don’t completely know my way around.” she let out a breathy laugh at the end of her sentence. she pointed at the lanyard around your neck which indicated that you were a school helper.

“oh i can help, where do you need to go ?”

“can you help me get to this classroom, my teacher needs something from that teacher.” she replied, pointing at a few numbers that were on a sticky note. you nodded your head agreeing to take her with you. sending a message to beomgyu to let him know that you were going to be elsewhere instead of waiting for him.

“just follow me..” you kept an eye on nari, ensuring he that she was following right behind you as you guided her towards her destination. she kept herself close to you, looking around the area and recognizing the way towards the place that you were taking her.

“so.. how has taehyun been treating you ?” nari asks, a gentle smile softly resting on her face as she listened to your reply.

“it’s been pretty surreal.. are you two friends ?” you couldn’t help but feel a bit curious due to the amount of mentions of taehyun from nari.

“not really, i’m his ex..”

“oh..”

“the last serious ex he had, but don’t worry.. i’m not here to make things hard or uncomfortable for you. plus taehyun made it quite clear that he was done seeing me. i kind of don’t plan on seeing or even confronting him either, a lot of drama came with dating him and i really don’t.. i don’t want to relive that.” nari explained, making you feel less tense as you were previously a bit worried on what nari would say to you about taehyun. you did have a few encounters with taehyun’s less serious exs which was why beomgyu wanted to make sure that you were by his side most of the time.

“if you don’t mind.. what happened ?” you look back at her as she caught up to your pace, beginning to walk side by side.

“i’m surprised you don’t already know, you’re friends with sunghoon, no ?” she took a small look at you, receiving a nod in reply. “well sunghoon and heeseung used to be the bestest of friends. heeseung was on the soccer team, and between taehyun, heeseung, and i.. we had a love corner-“

“a love corner.” you tilted your head at nari, you hadn’t really ever heard that term before which of course made you wonder what nari was trying to say.

“y’know a love corner, kinda like a love triangle except one person likes another person and someone likes the one person. mm.. kinda like say you and taehyun like each other.. well you do like each other BUT that’s not the point. you and taehyun like each other, right. but say someone likes taehyun but obviously he has eyes for you and you have eyes for taehyun. a love triangle is more like if you liked taehyun but taehyun liked someone else, but that someone else liked you.. does that make sense ?”

“oh yeah !! in a love corner, two people actually have reciprocating feelings..”

“that’s right !” she grinned, “so heeseung liked me, i liked taehyun and taehyun liked me back. well everything was fine, i didn’t even know that heeseung liked me until one night when taehyun was in the middle of his game, heeseung suddenly made me question taehyun’s feelings for me so when i asked taehyun how he truly felt about me.. he just brushed me off, and then heeseung talked about how much better he could treat me. he told me that taehyun made a mistake when he asked me out. i ended up rejecting heeseung because it felt like he made me throw my relationship away all because he wanted to prove that he was better than taehyun. but ! i have a sinking suspicion that taehyun truly does love you, i don’t know you can kinda just tell by his eyes when he looks at you.”

nari stood right next to you as you listened intently to each of her words. pure shock going through you as you realized why heeseung was contacting you all of a sudden. it wasn’t necessarily because he liked you but because he wanted revenge on taehyun for ending up with nari and for so easily brushing nari off. you weren’t too sure why he was so upset about the fact that taehyun brushed off nari if it only made heeseung look the way he said he was.. “better” than taehyun. you gave nari a nervous smile, fiddling around with your fingers.

“oh- this should be where you needed to go.” you point at the door in front of the two of you, opening the door for nari and seeing a clean art room, a few spills of paint here and there, but it was polished for the main part.

“thank you, i can take it from here.. i have a few things to do. but thank you so much for your help.” she grins widely, entering the art room and placing on an apron. which made you question if she truly knew where she was going the entire time as she seemed to have an entire routine. had she lied to you, even if she did, it seemed quite harmless.. not anything for you to worry about. you waved at her, before walking away, checking your phone to see that beomgyu had yet to respond, signifying that he was still in the same area. as you made a turn, you heard your name being called out. looking back, you notice as taehyun ran towards you, happy little giggles leaving his lips.

“ynie !!” he exclaimed as you shushed him, by placing a finger to his lips. your eyes scanned the area before taking him into the stairway where you were bound to be safe from being caught.

“tyun.. what’s up ?” you questioned, taehyun noticed you acting a bit different than when the two of you typically meet up in the middle of a class which he usually skips a bit just for you. first of all, you have yet to give him a hug, not only that, but he hasn’t even received a single kind of kiss from you. and you never ask him ‘what’s up’ the both of you typically just end up spontaneously talking about your days so far. he opens his arms wide open for you, as you hesitantly accept the warm embrace that he was offering.

“is something up ? you never forget to give me my hugs or kisses ?” he whispers into your ear, patting your back as if showing you a signal of support and love. you weren’t mad at taehyun, he didn’t have to tell you about his ex until he felt comfortable and that’s only if he felt like he had to tell you. although, right now, he felt like that part of life was something that he wanted to dig deep away from himself. he, himself, didn’t really want to even think about that drama-filled period of time that he lived through. however, you couldn’t help but feel worried, would heeseung really be so stuck on the past that he would end up harming your own relationship with taehyun. if nari had moved on from the situation which harmed her mentally more than heeseung, then surely he should be able to move on.

“nope, i was just.. you caught me off guard today, i was just in my own world.” you reply, pulling away from taehyun and pressing a kiss to his cheek. nerves calming down as you took in his warmth. taehyun could only smile, to be honest, he had seen you with nari. you hadn’t seemed that down with her so he couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure about the situation. he knew that nari truly didn’t mean any harm, he was dating her for a good amount of time to get to know the kind of person she was. he couldn’t say that he trusted her with his life but he trusted nari a fair amount.

“oh, yn !” he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around yours. bringing them up to his side and holding them close. “i wanted to ask you something.”

“yeah, what is it ?” you questioned, playing with taehyun’s hands as you smiled at him. your warm personality returning, knowing that you and taehyun had nothing to worry about, you trusted him.. he trusted you, was there anything to truly even question if the two of you trusted each other so well.

“do you think that maybe.. mm can you come to senior night as my plus one ?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, attempting to hide his shy feelings with a small smile. although, you could easily read behind his smile, feeling his rather clammy hands against yours.

“of course ! i just can’t believe you’re giving me the honor.” you grinned, pulling the boy into your arms. just the other day you were there to support the boy in his first game of the season and now he was approaching his last game of the season. in fact, it was going to be his last game as a student, and it was going to determine whether his team became champions or ranked in second place. taehyun’s team had never truly won, they always made it to the finals, but were often defeated and ended up in second place. so taehyun felt like this was his last chance to prove that him and his team were much better than what they seemed to be. he was certain that he could lead his team into victory this year.

you’ve gone to all of taehyun’s games this season, and he knew that you were bound to support him to his final game. but he was still surprised that you agreed, he felt proud. taehyun felt like he was walking on cloud nine, he just never felt like he had been so supported by someone and now here he was.

“thank you.” he smiled, bringing his lips towards yours. pressing a sweet kiss against your lips, tiny bits of a smile sneaking into the candy-like kiss. that was until the two of you heard the door open, pulling away and waving at each other before rushing out the stairway through different exits. as you walked away, you passed a teacher, glad that you left before the two of you got caught. you returned to a copy room, realizing that you needed to help someone by making a few copies for them before returning back to beomgyu, who immediately noticed your blushy appearance when you returned to him. a laugh cracking through his mouth as he couldn’t help but tease you.

©️kumabeom

this love taglist : @run2seob @soobadooba @soobnuuy @pockychuwu @crazynyctophilia @rencarnationofangel @esther-kpopstan @mrsyawnzzn @matcha-binz @michinri @hanstarrs @ariam-96 @pinkheadflowers @kittyhyuka @run4gyu @txnwvc

an : GUESS WHO IS BACK IN STATS CLASS 😃😃😃😃 get ready for my mental breakdowns

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: nightmares, swearing, cheating

Word count: 2283

Series

A house on fire, screams, his father, a crying child, creatures hidden in the shadows.

"Dean?"

Dean opened his eyes, and could see with relief that he had only had a damn nightmare.

Y/N seemed to be awake for hours and was standing in front of the bed.

"Hey. Are you okay?" She asked.

The man rubbed his face, holding back a huge yawn. He noticed with surprise that it was already morning from the rays of the sun that filtered through the window into the motel room, yet the time he rested had seemed so short.

"Mh, yeah, I'm fine. What time is it?" he asked hoarsely, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, confused by sleep.

"It's almost seven a.m," Y/N replied, giving him one last look as if to make sure he was really fine, then shaking her head and going back to what she was doing, getting ready to leave. She was wearing some kind of secretary's suit and Dean couldn't help but think that it fit her very well.

He found himself observing the way her clothes enhanced her body in all the right places.

"Well, that sure doesn't help," he muttered to himself, alluding to something that usually happened to all men early in the morning.

"What?"

"Nothing," he murmured, waving a hand dismissively. "Forget it."

He sat up and sighed. Y/N repeatedly told him to hurry up, that whatever they were hunting would attack again. Dean, after getting ready like her, dressed in a suit and tie, reminded her that without having breakfast he would not go anywhere.

So, after three pancakes and a slice of pie, the hunter got behind the wheel and Y/N got into the passenger seat.

"Recap: I'm Agent Hetfield, FBI. You're my lovely colleague. We're here because we find there are similarities to some of our old cold cases. Okay?"

"It's not the first time I've pretended to be an FBI agent, Dean" she replied "And I can even pick better fake names than yours. James Hetfield? Seriously? Just hope that woman isn't a Metallica fan." She laughed reaching out her hand to remove his badge from his jacket and check with her own eyes that that was the right name. Dean let her do it, not giving her the slack she wanted.

"Fix your tie," she murmured waiting for someone to open the door.

"Okay, mom," muttered Dean in a childish way but following her advice that seemed more a threat.

When an elegant woman appeared before their eyes, dressed in black and with a handkerchief in her hand, they understood that they were facing the widow Dubois, wife of the first victim.

Before Dean could pull his badge out of his pocket, taken away from Y/N's hands only at the end of the car ride, the girl anticipated him.

"Hello Mrs. Dubois, I'm Agent Cobain and this is Agent Hetfield," she indicated him with a quick serious and professional glance.

Dean nearly rolled his eyes, so he couldn't pick the Metallica singer's name but she could use that surname surely borrowed from the Nirvana singer.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about your husband."

The woman, at first seemed reluctant to let them in but then she made them sit inside her immense residence.

The house very large and obviously belonged to someone very rich.

Bernard Dubois was a financier, the woman explained.

"In the financial field, it's impossible not to have enemies," said Fleur, also of French origins like her husband, between sobs. "The police said it was a wild animal."

A wild animal? In their house??

"We have to consider all possibilities," Dean informed her cordially. Routine sentence of a hunter that everyone believed.

"Do you know if your husband knew this man?" Y/N asked, showing her the photo of the second victim who died under the same circumstances.

"Of course. He was my beloved Bernard's business partner. The manager."

Bingo!, Y/N thought immediately, exchanging a knowing look with Dean, sitting next to him.

So as Dean imagined the two victims had known each other and also for quite some time.

"They were working on the Lake Eire project," explained the woman, her nose red and her eyes tired.

Dean and Y/N raised their eyebrows in the exact same confused expression.

"They're building a dam," she added, when she noticed their questioning faces.

"Oh," they said in unison.

There was a silent pause during which Y/N ​​and Dean looked at each other, accomplices. Both were thinking the same thing: it was a matter of revenge, and since the victims were business partners and therefore knew each other, there was a sure connection to that lake.

"Your husband was found here, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes" the woman nodded and began to sob again.

Dean and Y/N felt sudden discomfort, both of them looking in opposite directions, not knowing what to say. "He was in our bedroom...how a-am I going to live without him?!"

Dean cleared his throat and asked Mrs. Dubois where the bathroom was. He followed the staircase, as suggested, but instead of reaching the last door on the left, he sneaked into the woman's bedroom, where the victim had been found. He pulled out the electro magnetic frequency detector, hopeful. But it didn't light up, nor did it make that weird, usual sound.

So he put aside the revenge-seeking ghost theory.

He sighed deeply and shook his head slightly then noticed something on the floor, it looked like a leaf or something. Dean frowned and picked it up. It was a seaweed... what was a seaweed doing in Bernard Dubois' bedroom?

So the targets all had something to do with that project. Y/N really hoped that that was the right lead because, frankly, she didn't see any other way to solve that fucking case.

As soon as she saw Dean get up from the couch, she knew his intentions. He would check upstairs while she continued to question the woman, even though she didn't seem to know much about business, at least not as much as her husband.

"Has this project been going on for a long time?" She could hardly ask her: the widow kept sobbing and sniffing.

The woman shook her head but not to convey her ignorance about it: it was a no.

"We came back from Paris specifically for this job. We've been here for a week... and now my beloved Bernard is dead!" And she started crying again.

"Excuse me, but these days have not been easy..."

"I can imagine that," Y/N nodded.

"I've seen him so seldom. Since the works began he was always on site: he monitored progress to calculate an approximate deadline." The woman said blowing her nose.

"So the dam is already under construction?"

"Agent Cobain, it will be better to go back to the police station" Dean's voice announced as he returned to the room: he had found something.

"Look at this!" Dean said handing her a plastic bag, back in the Impala.

"What the hell is that?" she asked looking at it.

"What does it look like to you?"

“Okay, let me ask you in another simpler way: what do you think a seaweed was doing in that guy's bedroom?”

He shrugged. "We need to check that dam."

It was quite obvious at that point that the answers to their questions were in that project. Whatever was affecting the victims was in that lake and had left them a souvenir before leaving.

"I bet that crap was also in the second victim's room," Dean said with conviction.

He drove until he reached Lake Eiere, where the dam seemed to be already under construction. There were a couple of workers here and there in orange hats setting up a surveillance system. A man dressed in black, in a suit and tie, observed the area with a dull gaze. Another, a little taller, clapped him on the shoulder in consoling pats.

Dean and Y/N glanced at each other and, as if reading each other's minds, decided that those two were the right ones.

"Hi," Dean said, showing them his FBI badge. "Agent Hetfield, and this is my partner, Agent Cobain."

“We're investigating the deaths of Bernard Dubois and Mark Stern,” he added professionally.

"Weren't they attacked by a…?" stammered one of them, the shortest, in confusion.

"No," Dean replied dryly. "They were killed."

The two looked frightened, as if they were aware of the danger they were all in, because they were the other two business partners.

"You are?" Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Michael Connors and Peter Johnson," answered the taller man, considerably less traumatized than his colleague. “Bernard and Mark worked with us on this project.”

Dean and Y/N exchanged a quick glance, aware that those two would be the next victims.

After the usual routine questions, they didn't come up with anything new: no enemies in particular (not to want them dead, at least), no suspicious behavior from builders, engineers or anyone working on that project.

"We have to follow them," said Y/N as they walked away, raising her head to the sky, noticing that the sun was already setting over the construction site. And from what they understood that thing that was attacking business partners especially loved the dark. "We'd better keep an eye on them, after all that thing probably lived in the lake and could attack them even now." Y/N said next to Dean once they got back into the Impala.

They walked around the block to make the two think they were gone but after a few minutes they were hiding in the small place around the lake, an ideal location for a stakeout.

"So we are going to follow them, probably spend a sleepless night and wait for a monster to attack them. And we don't even know what it is or how to kill it?" She heard Dean complain. "Right, that's so clever!"

“But it's the only thing we can do. We don't have time to go back to the motel and do more research, we risk losing another fucking partner!"

"We don't even have anything to eat!" Added Dean dramatically, Y/N rolled her eyes even though, thinking about it, it wasn't a good plan at all.

"And which of the two are we gonna follow?" He asked indicating Michael and Peter with a nod of his head. "As lucky as we are, we'll end up following the man dropped from that bastard's menu."

"I don't think it will be a problem," she murmured with a frown, following the shadows of the two men moving towards the same car. "Company car?"

"I don't know, but we'd better keep up with them."

The two partners got into the dark and shiny car, then they left and Dean did the same, following them staying a bit far away, without attracting attention. The journey was very silent, neither of them spoke, maybe because they were too tired even to fight, even though that was their favorite hobby when they were together.

"Look" Y/N said after a while, nodding towards the car in front of them.

It had just turned right, entered an alley that led to the garage of a small house. Dean watched the scene frowning, then exchanged a look with his colleague. He pulled up across the street and they both stopped to look at the two guys. They looked like they were hiding something, and they moved stealthily, as if they were afraid of being discovered. Were they going to do something illegal or something?

It was clearer when, after the two men had entered the house, one of the ground floor windows lit up and they saw the two guys right there, looking into each other's eyes. The taller man slowly approached the other and then pulled him to him to kiss him on the lips.

Dean's eyes widened.

"Well, they say never reveal your next move, right?" The girl sitting next to him laughed.

"Y/N, c'mon! Those two are married and have kids."

"Do you think I've never seen worse?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

Dean rolled his eyes. “D-do you think… we should go in there?”

"What is it, you wanna join them?" She laughed and Dean just snorted.

Night continued to fall, dark, making that scene more intimate for the two in the house and more complicated for the hunters in the car who, unlike the first ones, were certainly not having a good time.

"How do we kill it?"

"I like to improvise," Y/N said, brushing her hair back with a lazy wave of her hand: just another way of saying she didn't have the faintest idea.

"Very enlightening, thank you," Dean said sarcastically, shaking his head.

He noticed with relief the two had disappeared from in front of that window. They had probably moved upstairs to the bedroom. He glanced at his watch: midnight.

"Well, at least they'll die happy and fulfilled," he joked, with a smirk that faded as Y/N glared at him. "I'm just trying to look on the bright side."

Several hours passed and when Dean checked his watch again, it said two in the morning. He was desperately trying to keep his eyes wide open, but his lids were closing on their own from exhaustion. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed attentive, staring at the house as if she expected to see something at any moment.

"Dean?"

"I'm awake!" he exclaimed suddenly. He was not always a good liar.

He had dozed off despite his best efforts, but he opened his eyes and rubbed his face, stifling a yawn.

"What's up?"

"The thing. It's here."

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[orcasoul]

Priceless

Summary: Takes place after Grogu leaves with Luke to train as a Padawan. The Razor Crest wasn't destroyed. Reader is/was Grogu's nanny. Din and reader are in love, although neither one has confessed their feelings at first. When Din leaves to track a bounty she stays at an Inn because the ship is too quiet without Grogu. She is abducted by slavers and of course our hero Din saves the day and makes them pay!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, graphic description of violence and torture, no use of your Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

Word Count: 4,467

You're jolted out of your dreamless sleep as the Razor Crest leaves the peaceful tranquillity of hyperspace to begin it's decent into Tatooine. Desert planets were you're least favourite to find yourself on. The immense heat, arid air and rough sand of these maker forsaken places were enough to drive even the most hardened survivalist insane. "Strap yourself in. We're descending." Din announced in a monotone voice. You shift to strap in while Din's gloved hands slip methodically over the many control buttons and levers. Watching him you can't help but marvel at the amount of sequences he has to remember just to land the ship. "Of all the planets for the bounty to hide out on he had to choose this dusty shit hole," you half laughed, half grumbled. "I hate sand." "It shouldn't take too long to track him down, a few days at most." Din informed you almost absently. He hadn't been himself since Grogu left to train with Luke.

When you first met him, Din wasn't a great conversationalist. It took a little while for him to warm up to you, and when he did you managed to slowly pull more and more conversations out of him, but you also knew when he needed to be left alone and respected that. But for the past three weeks he's barely uttered a word to you, except when it was absolutely necessary. Technically he'd spent most of those weeks tracking down quarries, but the days he was present were awkwardly silent. Gone were the moments of laughing together at whatever trouble Grogu had caused, gone were the moments where he would call you cyar'ika, cyare and mesh'la. (You'd never asked him what they meant, hoping that they conveyed some form of endearment, and afraid that if you questioned him, he'd abandon the notion altogether). Gone were the times where you would brush past each other and the contact would last a few seconds longer than necessary, gone were the moments of comfortable silence. Now all that remained are short sentences, grunts and nods.

You missed the little guy too and longed for Din to talk to you instead of allowing his grief to fester within. You wished he would ask you how you are feeling after everything that happened. Surely he could see how much you love and miss Grogu. But you also missed Din too and wished there was something you could do to bring him back to you. He was here but he wasn't here. Seeing the man you'd fallen head over heels for determined to suffer alone made you feel useless. All you want to do is comfort him. "I miss him too, Din," you offered again, hoping to get him to open up to you. Din's shoulders tensed at your words and you could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second. Unable to stand the silence you continue, "He's safe with Luke, you know that, right?" Din slowly turned his helmet towards you, lights from the cockpit controls reflecting off his beskar, making him look like a contemporary work of art.

After a few tense moments of silence Din sighed, "I know." You took that as a sign that maybe he was ready to talk. That hope spurred you on, "It hurt so much saying goodbye but we did the right thing, for his sake." You were met with silence. "And I miss you too, Din," You confessed. "You've hardly spoken to me since that day. You can always talk to me about him, I wish you would." "Mhhmm," was the only reply you got as Din turned back to the controls to steady the craft as it touched down onto the landing pad. After shutting the engine down Din abruptly got to his feet and marched out of the cockpit. "Well, that went well," You sighed to yourself as you hugged your legs up to your chest in the chair, leaning your chin on your knees. His angry departure crushed any hope of reaching out to him yet again.

Letting Grogu leave was the hardest thing Din has ever had to do. He missed his foundling every second of every day. The only times he didn't have time to dwell on the loss was when he was hunting. The familiar thrill of the chase and finally obtaining his quarry made him feel more like himself again. And as welcomed as the distraction is, it was always a short relief. The return to the Crest became painful now. He was used to grogu's excitable squeals and the way he would run to him or hold his arms out, and even though you'd still greet him, seeing you standing alone without the little womp rat in your arms made his heart hurt. It hurt so much more than he ever thought possible. Of course Grogu is safe with Luke and he'll be taught how to utilise his abilities with the force, but that knowledge didn't help to ease the longing and heartache he's consumed with every day.

Weather Grogu was here or with Luke, he is his son and always will be. But now he's no longer around and Din isn't sure how to process what he's feeling. He's always been a loner, never had anyone to care for. Then Grogu came into his life and turned it upside down in the best way possible. For the first time in his adult life he felt love. The kind of love only a parent can have for their child. He cherished him, protected him, and always put him first. He thought it couldn't get any better then you came along and taught him about another kind of love. A love so new and alien to him that he struggled to define it in the early days. A love that made him notice every little thing you say and do, committing to his memory every laugh, every sigh, every movement, every touch from you. A love that embedded itself deep into every part of his heart, body and soul. A love that yearned for you to be closer even when you were in the same room.

The bar you'd worked in on Coruscant was a dingy, roudy hole but your cheery disposition always made it seem brighter. Din found himself taking Grogu there for dinner most days while they were staying on coruscant while Din was tracking a bounty. Grogu was always happy to see you and you loved making a fuss of him, sometimes allowing him to sit behind the counter with you, when your boss wasn't around. That's when Din got the idea of asking you to accept a job as Grogu's nanny. He knew he couldn't keep risking the kids' safety on hunts and who better to take care of him than the woman he'd so obviously grown attached to? You'd jumped at the chance to care for the "Green Bean" (as you lovingly called him) and to explore the galaxy, the three of you settling into a comfortable routine over the past several months.

But now you had no one to care for and that frightened Din. He was afraid that you'd leave too. Any day could be his last with you and he couldn't face having to say goodbye to another person he loves. He'd always hidden his feelings beneath his stoic facade and inscrutable helmet, but there were times when he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and profess his unwavering love and appreciation for you. But he was afraid that such a revelation would ruin the dynamic of yours and his stable friendship. He was certain you wouldn't feel the same way about him. How could you when you can't even put a face to him? When he'd done some very questionable things in his line of work. After all, bounty hunters have a reputation of being quite cold and brutal. He could live with harbouring what his heart felt while you were a part of his life, but now he knows it's only a matter of time before you leave him too and after the loss of his son, your departure would be the last nail in the coffin for him. So to make the inevitable easier to bare he kept his distance, tried his best to quash any feelings and lingering thoughts of you and only spoke to you when necessary.

If only he knew that for the past few months you'd been pining for him as much as he has for you. You've never felt a love this deep for any man before and it scared you at first. Sure you'd had a few partners in the past but they were boys that always proved to be just that: Boys. But this man captivated you the more you got know him. For a man hidden in an indestructible shell, he had no problem allowing his care and tender devotion to his child to break through, and over time that care and tenderness had extended to you. And for that and so much more you had fallen hopelessly in love with him. If only he'd known that.

Ascending the ladder to the cargo bay you see Din preparing his weapons, ready for his next hunt. You hated seeing him leave now that Grogu wasn't here, dreading the solitude and emptiness the Razor Crest imposed on you the moment he left. Usually you and grogu would find ways to entertain yourselves around the ship and when on safe planets, you would both explore the towns and countryside. But you'd been alone with only your thoughts to keep you company for the past few weeks and now that the same situation is upon you again, you're not sure you can take it. You need to be around people, you need a distraction. So you'd decided to rent a room at a local Inn instead of remaining cooped up here and losing your mind. While Din is busy inspecting his array of weapons, you grab your backpack and begin to fill it with the necessary items you'll need for a few days; Clothes, toiletries, your data pad and credits.

"What are you doing?" Din asked quizzically as he turned to face you, helmet titled to one side. Without looking at him you reply, "I can't stay here alone right now. It's too quiet without Grogu. Everywhere I turn on this ship I'm reminded of him. I'm going to rent a room in town until you return." Din's heart sank to his stomach at your decision and his mind began to spiral. Maybe this is her way of saying goodbye, maybe she won't want to come back, maybe this is it. He began to feel the hurt he'd been trying so hard to avoid all this time, causing him to react the way he knew best; Put up a wall, act like the cold, stoic Mandalorian he is. "If you want to leave, just leave. You don't have to make excuses," Din snapped. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his harsh tone. "I'm not making excuses," you reply in hurt and confusion. "I just don't want to be here alone, again. All I do is think about how much I miss the little "Green Bean." Your voice cracked a little when you referred to Grogu with the endearing nickname you had given him. "You keep yourself busy but what am I supposed to do?" "You don't have to do anything," Din answered coldly. "Grogu's gone so you don't have to be here anymore."

He regretted the words the moment they slipped past his lips. He didn't mean it, of course he didn't, but in his urgent attempt to regain control of his emotions and to protect his already fragile heart he decided to give you a way out. What he didn't expect in return was the sharp gasp and heart-rending look painted across your face. He could see tears beginning to glisten in your eyes, your bottom lip slightly trembling as you fought to control it. It had dawned on him in that moment that you had in fact stayed here for him and that you cared for him more than he realised and now he'd gone and fucked everything up. "You want me to leave?" you whispered incredulously. "After all this time am I still just a nanny? Do I really mean so little to you?" Your cheeks flush as hot, salty tears begin to fall. Your words cut a fresh wound into Din's heart. He wanted to say something but your clear distress had him frozen to the spot. How could he have been so blind? How could he have treated you so cruelly?

You took his deafening silence as confirmation that you indeed mean nothing to him, shattering your heart and encasing it in sorrow. "I stayed after grogu left because I thought we cared about each other. I thought we were friends, Din. I Guess I Was wrong!" you cried. Turning away from him your hurt began to morph into anger. "Open the ramp!" you demanded balling your fists. You had to get out of here, away from Din, away from the Crest. You'd lost the only two people you cared for and the pain was soul crushing. But as you began to walk away he quickly reached out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "Wait.... please!." There was a desperation in his voice you'd never heard before. It doused the boiling anger that had been coursing through your core. You look into the T-shaped visor nervously, heart hammering in your chest. "I don't want you to leave." Din voice was almost a whisper.

The normally confident and collected Mandalorian had suddenly become an entirely different entity, unsure and vulnerable. "You don't?" you ask with one eyebrow raised, unsure of where this conversation is going but at the same time filled with an ember of hope that maybe he does care about you after all. Din lowered his head and released your wrist. "No," he sighed. "I never wanted you to leave. We... we are friends, Cyar'ika-" "Is this how you treat your friends? Ignore them for weeks and make them feel unwanted?" you press, with your arms crossed over your chest, hurt evident in your voice. Din lifted his visor to look into your eyes and for the first time since you've known him you wished you could see him without the helmet, to see if his face would betray just an inkling of his emotions towards you. Din cautiously lifted his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away your tears.

You could feel your face reddening again, this time from the unexpected show of affection. Your breath hitched in your chest as you waited for him to respond. "I'm sorry," Din lamented. "I'm so sorry for the way I've been treating you. I never wanted you to feel that way. I just..... I thought that with Grogu gone you'd move on too and....." Din's voice shook slightly. He was obviously not used to being so open, so you decided to allow him to continue at his own pace, patiently waiting for him to express himself. "I didn't want to lose you aswell." His sudden and raw honesty struck a chord deep within and before your mind could even catch up you reached up, placing your hand atop his still resting on your cheek, to comfort him. How you wished that you could help him through the grief he's been caging inside himself. "I miss the kid so much," he finally divulged. "Not being able to see him, hear him, be with him, it's like.... like sometimes I can't breath. And I was so sure you'd leave too. That's why.... that's why I pulled away from you, so it would hurt less when you do."

Din's shoulders slumped slightly after confessing to you, as if a weight had been lifted from him. But this feeling of vulnerability was new to him and he loathed it. It made him feel weak, anxious and unsure. He hated exposing this side of himself. If he could have physically gripped these emotions and squeezed the life out of them he would. But worse than how he felt about his "weakness", was seeing how much hurt his actions had caused you. He never wanted to see that heartbreaking look on your face again, never wanted to be the cause of your tears and if that meant bearing his soul to you now, so be it! "Oh Din," you cooed, soothingly, "I was never planning on leaving. I can't imagine my life without you in it. It was hard enough leaving Grogu. The last thing I want is to leave you too." Din breathed a sigh of relief as your reassuring words washed over him, cleansing him of his doubt and filling him with hope. "I'm sorry, Cyare," Din repeated. "I should have just been honest with you from the beginning." "Well now's your chance," you gently encouraged while bringing his hand down to your side, fingers interwoven with his.

You're right. He knows you're right. It's now or never. Even if you don't feel the same way at least he won't have to live his life wandering "what if?". "I'm in love with you," he professed, suddenly finding his confidence return. "I have been for a while. I love your beauty, your strength, your wit, and I love how you love Grogu." You must be dreaming! Was he really confessing his love for you? This man whom you love unconditionally, who means more to you than the very air you breath. A man whom you never imagined would reciprocate your love. Your head began to swim and you could feel your heart-rate picking up as your emotions overwhelmed you, filling you with joy and elation. A wide smile spread from cheek to cheek as you stared straight into the place where his eyes are behind his visor. You gently place both hands on the helmets' cheeks and tiptoe while bringing Din's head down. You close your eyes and bring his forehead to yours, knowing exactly what this gesture means to him. "I'm in love with you too, Din," you beamed. "You're everything I've ever wanted."

Din released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding as your words sank in, warming every nerve, every cell, every inch of his being. He'd often imagined this moment. Imagined he would finally tell you how much he loves you and that you'd tell him you loved him too. But now this moment is here he can see how the fantasy pales in comparison to reality. Here you are accepting his love and giving him yours in return. It's as if his heart has finally began to understand what it had been missing all these decades. Din slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up to your tiptoes and into his broad, armour plated chest. The cold beskar cannot eclipse the warmth radiating from both his arms and his heart right now and you can feel the intensity of it all in the way he's now holding you. You sigh happily while winding your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his clothed neck. Even through the fabric you can smell his unique scent, musk, leather, gunpowder, everything that makes him Din. The universe could end right now and you'd be happy to spend these last moments in his loving embrace.

Several blissful moments pass and Din delicately lowers you back down, Pulling his head back to look into your eyes, which are now glistening with love and adoration for him, his hands softly landing on your hips, while your hands hold onto his upper arms. Maker, how he wants to kiss you, rip his helmet off and kiss you! Maybe one day he'll get to do just that, when he makes you his Riddur. "So, you will be coming back, then?" he asks with a smirk. His helmet can hide it, but his voice can't. "Of course I will," you purred through the smile that seems to have taken up permanent residence on your face. "We have a lot to talk about when you return," you gushed. "And I hope we can talk about Grogu." The words came out almost timidly, afraid to upset him. "He means so much to both of us and I think it would be good for us to open up to each other about how this is really affecting us."

Hearing Grogu's name again brought another ache to Din's heart but now he knows he'll never have to bare this sorrow alone, that you'll be there for him and him for you. Somehow that assurance has already made expressing his grief seem less daunting. "Anything you want, Meshla," Din hummed as he brought his thumb to smooth over the apple of your cheek. "Anything for you." You wanted to linger here for eternity, revelling in this intimate moment. But the universe will only give you so much of a good thing. You remember through your delirious haze that there's work to be done, work in order to survive in this galaxy. "Well," you begin while smoothing your hand over his wrist. "The sooner you catch your bounty, the sooner you can come back to me."

For the first time in his life, Din wished he didn't have to hunt down a fugitive. The excitement of the hunt and the satisfaction of the capture seemed insignificant now when all he wanted to do was hold you and tell you everything he'd been concealing for so long. But the logical and practical parts of his mind knew that living required credits, so as much as he hates it he knows he must leave. "Make sure to pack everything you'll need. I'll walk you to the town to find lodgings. Take this com so we can keep in touch." Din passed you a com and turned back to the weapons locker to finish his preparations. "If you need me for anything, contact me, anytime, okay?" "Okay," you reply, sideling up to him and pressing your head on his shoulder. "Please, be careful out there, Din. I love you." "I love you too, Cyare," Din smiled under his helmet, leaning it gently on the crown of your head.

The two smouldering suns had begun to rise as you and Din approached Mos Espa. Even though the dawn has just broken on the world the heat was already stifling. As you enter the town Din's soft leather clad hand settled on the small of your back, his head turning from left to right, checking for any signs of danger or unsavoury characters. Always on the alert, you mused while smiling slightly. This place seemed safe enough but the fact he's so protective of you makes your tummy flutter and you can't help but enjoy this new feeling of belonging, of being loved. As you both reach the main market street you see the vendors and traders setting up their stalls for another day of eeking a living. "Over there." You point as Din's helmet follows your finger. "That place looks decent." You both stop in front of a small but very well looked after Inn. "The Lothcat Inn," you read while your eyes lit up at the cute picture beneath the words. "I love Lothcats. They're so cute I can't stand it," you chirped, your voice reaching a high pitch which in return earned a chuckle from Din. "After you...." Din gently ushers you inside, his hand not leaving your back.

After being given your keycard and dropping off your bag in your room it's time to say goodbye. You've seen Din off many times before, comforting Grogu and reassuring him that his dad will be back soon, but this time it feels different. So much still needed to be said, so much still needed to be discovered about each other and knowing that has to wait has you missing him already. You automatically squint as you and Din step out into the rising sunshines beating down without mercy, the surrounding Adobe brick and clay buildings bathed in a pinkish glow. The market is beginning to wake up. Street cries from hawkers, haggling and bargaining loudly fills the air, children running around laughing and getting under people's feet while their parents are distracted by the latest bargains, cafes and other businesses opening their doors to welcome customers. It's just what you need to keep your mind occupied for a few days.

"Do you have your com?" Din asks, a slight worry to his tone. "Right here," you responded with a smile, lifting your arm to reveal the com strapped to the inside of your wrist. "Good," Din breathed out in relief. "I'll contact you every morning and night to check in, but remember if you need me, if there's an emergency call me immediately, any time." Din's Voice relays the nervousness that is beginning to creep into his bones at the thought of leaving you here alone. At least on the Razor Crest he knew you were always safe. But he also understands that you need a change of scenery, so for your sake he doesn't object, despite his reservations. Sensing his obvious unease you hold his hands to try to soothe him, smoothing your thumbs over his gloved knuckles, feeling the cracks in the well worn leather. You tiptoe to reach for his forehead and Din brings his head down to meet you half way. Your eyes slip closed and you whisper, "You don't have to worry, Din. I'll be fine here, but if I need you I promise I will call you." The tension in Din's stance seems to alleviate slightly after the reassurance you just gave him.

"I'll be back in about three or four days, if all goes according to plan. I'll let you know when I'm close. I'll take the quarry to the ship, then come and get you." You feel the loss of his departure already and have to fight the lump threatening to form in your throat. "Take care out there, you hear me." It's your turn to worry now. "I will," Din promised "I love you." Your smile returned at hearing those words again. "I love you too," you cooed. Din slowly turns to walk away, your right hand still holding his for a few more precious seconds, fingers brushing against each others before they inevitably part. You smile lovingly as he takes one last look over his shoulder, then he's gone, swallowed by the growing crowd.

Part 2

[matan4il]

To the person who wanted me to analyze an article from Haaretz, you misquoted it.

The article clearly states that "Hamas likely had no ADVANCE knowledge of the music festival."

You dropped the word "advance," making it seem as if Hamas didn't know about the party at all.

The implication is clear. If Hamas didn't know about the festival, they couldn't be present there, and couldn't have killed anyone at this scene. And who cares if there actually are countless testimonies and footage that show differently?

That's why dropping 'advance' makes a huge difference in the meaning. Hamas didn't know about the party ahead of the attack, but the article's byline clarifies that Hamas DID learn about it as they began their infiltration of Israel.

You don't need me to analyze this article.

The intentional dropping of a meaningful word, and dismissal of the byline, is a continuation of this massacre denial attitude that I addressed here:

Because once more, the implication is clear. If Hamas didn't know about the party and wasn't there, but there were over 360 Israelis murdered at the scene, someone had to kill them, right? So why not blame the Israeli soldiers that got there? Why not victim blame the Israelis, accuse them of having perpetrated their own massacre, regardless of endless testimonies and video footage to the contrary?

This is also done with the one other line you referred to, the one saying that it's possible some were killed by an IDF helicopter that arrived to rescue Israelis, and was firing at the Hamas terrorists. Of course it's possible, it sadly happens when trying to rescue people under fire. But it's that rescue that remains the main context, which is being ignored here. In the words of Suleiman Maswade, an East Jerusalem Arab journalist who I got to hear talking about this, what people have done is to take one line, blow it up, generalize from it, and ignore the rest, which does amount to a distortion of the article.

No one needs me to analyze the article in order to not focus on one sentence in it, while ignoring everything else.

The one line that the massacre deniers focus on says this:

I emphasized 'apparently,' which indicates that while this is a possibility, this has not yet been confirmed beyond a doubt, and also the word 'some,' which implies a small number. For sure, it wouldn't be the word used to describe the killing of 364 people.

But I'll do more than this, I'm gonna add here a quote from another article, one that deals with the rapes that took place at the music festival. I'll point out the second paragraph, where the ripping of clothes of the victims, piles upon piles of bodies, is mentioned. They were raped and then shot with one bullet in the head.

Helicopters don't do that.

Since no one needs me in order to not be a massacre denier, I'm not sure I would have addressed this, except Suleiman Maswade's comment (about the distortion of this article) was made in the context of Hamas AND the Palestinian Authority (for which Mahmoud Abbas, its chairman, is responsible) are doing this.

So I'm posting this, because it should be clear to everyone, that any person denying the massacre, or trying to shift the blame onto those who tried to rescue the victims, has a part of their soul missing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[ffiahh]

PROJECT PLUTO

You're Going to Stay?

Perhaps Vi can used to large mass of affection that she calls her girlfriend. She deserves it after all.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Trans!Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Cursing, talk of marriage, talk of having babies, description of babies, use of pet names, use of needles, domestication, self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating language, domestication, major fluff, talk of unemployment. SMUT WARNING: Shower sex, biting, fingering, praise, mention of oral, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, slight body worship, subtle scratching, breeding kink, slight manhandling.

Word Count: 5.1K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Part 2 to "Please Don't Leave Me", you can read either in any order and will still make sense. It's really cute domesticated shit. Vi is a little like a house uh- girlfriend? I really liked Aspen and Vi bickering, really solidified that they talk and act like a married couple already. Dastar is the turban worn by Sikh men, and Puthar is used as a nickname/pet name for someone younger than you. I really do want to know what you think of Aspen; I for one have the biggest crush on her, I also created a sim version of her; if any of you are interested. Special mention for @winfleurs since they were so excited for part 2, it feels rushed in my opinion but I hope you enjoy anyways!

“Is this your way of telling me you want my babies?”

“Aspen!”

“What? You just look-” Divine.

Vi could see that Aspen had this odd, faraway look in her eyes; the kind that made her sport a goofy smile opposed to her smirk; and sometimes it irked Vi a little.

“You’re staring at me again.”

When Aspen didn’t finish her sentence, or give any indication that she heard; Vi rolled her eyes, leaning back on the sofa as much as the tiny, little human in her arms could let her.

“Take this baby back.”

That seemed to snap Aspen out of her daze. “What? No!”

“She’s gonna start crying.”

“No, she’s no-”

The baby does start crying, her whole tiny body writhing and turning in Vi’s arms, as she raises her fists so far above her head, Vi almost lurches her own head back to avoid the incoming newborn wrath.

Aspen coos playfully, her hands leaning forward to naturally take the screeching baby from Vi, bouncing her gently in the crook of her elbow. “Aw, see? You already have the motherly instinct; you knew exactly when she was going to cry!”

Vi puffs her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest, as her eyes trail over Aspen and her niece. Aspen was cooing down at Leia quietly, her fingers dancing over Leia’s scrunched, red face; over her nose, her cheeks and hairline. The sight of 6 foot something Aspen, with muscles as big as Vi’s arms put together; being so gentle around something as tiny as baby Leia, brewed something in Vi. “Is this your way of begging me to have your babies?”

“No of course not. That’s after marriage.”

Vi whips her head so fast that she could have sworn her hair fell off her head, her eyes dancing over Aspen and little Leia quickly; Aspen looked like a natural, her large hands casually supporting her little head and body, now feeding her through a tiny bottle, with a muslin cloth draped over her large shoulder. The mum look suited Aspen, so much so Vi wanted to throw the baby back to her mother so that she could drag Aspen back to their bedroom. For what? You know. Perverts.

“You’re thinking about it-” Aspen teases, her body rocking back and forth gently to cradle Leia, her mouth curling to shush her quietly.

“Shut up. Feed the baby, you’re going to drop her.” Vi rolls her eyes playfully, resting her head on her hand as she leans on the armrest, mumbling to herself. “Only been together for a year...”

“We Matsuuras, choose and mate for life.” Aspen replies as leans back in the couch, shaking the small bottle in Leia’s mouth, urging her to suckle again. “Just tell me when, baby. I’ve got my sperm ready and frozen.”

Vi lets out a little scoff and laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.” The most annoying part? Aspen wasn’t lying, she was annoying, had a big mouth, had a head bigger than most; but she never lied; and that was something Vi had to get used to.

“Not what you were telling me last night-”

“Aspen-”

“What was it? Fuck me harder-”

“Stop it.” Vi raises her fist to punch Aspen in the arm before remembering she had Leia, Vi purses her lips before she outstretched her hands. “Give her to me.”

Aspen gasps dramatically, turning her body to cover Leia. “What? So, you can hit me? That stays in the bedroom, baby girl. The other way around.”

Vi rolls her eyes, fighting hard to keep her blush down as she shakes her outstretched hands at Leia. “I want to hold her.”

Aspen looks at Vi suspiciously, her eyes trailing over Vi with mock caution before she turns her head away. “No.”

Vi stares at Aspen for a short moment, before she scoots down until she’s pressed up against Aspen’s body, her chin resting on Aspen’s shoulder. “Don’t you like it when I hold her? You get all mushy, and dopey-eyed.”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Aspen laughs, something that scares Leia out of her sleep before she settles down again. Vi soon forgets her prior grudge when Aspen reaches to press a series of chaste kisses to her mouth. “Let me burp the little bean, and you can distract me all you want with your hidden mum powers.”

Vi can’t keep her eyes off of Aspen holding onto Leia’s chin, keeping her back straight and sat on Aspen’s leg. She couldn’t keep her distasted look in, as a loud belch erupts from Leia’s tiny mouth. “She sounds like a lawnmower.”

“I hope you don’t say that about our babies.”

Vi looks up at Aspen for a moment with heated cheeks, before they travel back down to Leia, her small fist raising up above her forehead as she lets out a small yawn, and a noise that sounds a little like throat clearing. “And she looks like a meat sack.”  

“Oi!” Aspen exclaims playfully, her hand reaching up to cover Leia’s ears. “Little lady’s very sensitive.” Aspen’s eyes drop down to Leia, whose little body was now curled at Aspen’s chest, almost as if the burp took energy out of her. Aspen leans forward, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Between you and me; she gets it from her mum.”

“Her mum’s your sister. Twin sister?” Vi asked, wrapping one arm around her waist, as her fingers reach down to hold Leia’s tiny foot. It was literally the length of her thumb, and maybe the width as her 2 fingers.

“Nah, Ashni gets it from our dad.”

“And wh-” Vi tries to focus to grab the baby from Aspen without dropping her, or letting her head fall back. It’s quiet for a moment, as Aspen gently guides Vi’s arms properly around Leia, before all that seems futile as Vi feels as though she’s going to drop Leia again when she feels Aspen press another kiss to her mouth, she smacks her lips in surprise, pressing them together before she finds her train of thought again. “Where do you get you from?”

“My mum.”

“Angry and arrogant?”

Aspen lets out another loud laugh, again startling Leia. Vi tightens her hold on her slightly; hoping it would calm her slightly; it does, Leia settles down in Vi’s arms with a quiet, disgruntled sigh and a long stretch. Vi’s hands were gentle as they tugged on her small pink hat, making sure they covered her ears, her finger trailing down Leia’s small nose before her eyes ran over her wrinkly face. Leia- like all newborns- looked like a like a small, old man. Yet, Vi couldn’t deny that Leia had a cuteness to her; maybe because she looked a little like Aspen.

“Don’t tease me. I have my clinic’s number on speed dial.”

Since Leia was safe in Vi’s hold, she had no trouble reaching over to deliver a punch to Aspen’s arm, smiling at herself when Aspen winced quietly in response.

Vi sighed quietly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body; she squeezes the water out of her hair before she pushes it back, her hand soon reaching down to wipe her face. She doesn’t bother to use anything, she just wanted to be able to close her eyes without worrying.

She didn’t know how long she was standing under the water, before she felt and saw the familiar brown, mismatched arms wrap around her from behind, feeling a pair of lips drag lazily across the curve of her neck.

“Ashni came to pick Leia up?”

“Mhm.” Aspen’s lips danced along Vi’s freckled skin, along her strong shoulder blades, before they found home on the soft curve of her shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak; momentarily feeling a few sprinkles of water fall in her mouth before Aspen shuts her up with a playful pinch on the butt.

“Don’t say its cause of the shower.”

“Don’t pinch me.”

“Brat.”

Vi let out a soft scoff, pressing her rear against Aspen, the corners of her lips curling up when she hears Aspen suck in a sharp breath. “You always call me that. You never do anything to fix it.” Vi could feel Aspen’s chest shake slightly against her back when she chuckled, her hands suddenly wrapping around the mass of muscle on Vi’s thighs.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Vi did it anyways, and as always, she did not regret it. She bit down harder on the muscle of Aspen’s bicep, pressing her forehead to the tiled wall. Only strings of breathless moans and whines spilled from her mouth; feeling the familiar stretch of accommodating Aspen’s fingers.

“Shit.” Vi could press her nose into the hard expanse of Aspen’s bicep, her hips stuttering in movement when she feels Aspen’s fingers curl in her cunt.

“Good?” Vi just nodded, her nails clawing at the tiles, as she opened her mouth to try get another word out, only to hiss in pleasure when the ball of Aspen’s palm pressed against her clit. She could feel Aspen press against her back, could feel the hard metal of her nipple piercings rub against her, her dark falling past her shoulder and tickling the nape of Vi’s neck. “No thoughts? Head empty? Where’s it all gone? Your bratty talk?” Aspen lets out a low chuckle. “Fucked it out of you, didn’t I, pretty thing?”

Vi only pushed her rear back into Aspen’s hip, a small broken, whimper falling from her mouth. Her hands were slipping from the wet tiles, so Vi opted to hang on to Aspen’s forearm. It always dawned on Vi, how Aspen could stay so calm and collected through moments like this; for Vi it felt like her body would fall, and burn from the inside just by the mere touch Aspen’s anything on her skin. “G-gonna cu-”

“No, you’re not.” Aspen’s voice was firm, running straight through Vi’s ear, the sound of the shower head was completely gone. Aspen’s fingers were gone instantly, and soon were wrapped around snugly around Vi throat, enough to keep her head in place. “You’re not going to cum, no matter how many times you beg me to. I’ll decide.”

Aspen wasn’t always a soft, pleasure dom. When she was in the mood she could get rough, and fast really quick, and more often times, Aspen used her physical advantage to move Vi in any way she wanted. Thank you, rugby. It’s not to say that Vi didn’t have some advantage with her own physical prowess, she was just… more prone to giving it up. The dangerous bit is that Aspen’s playful and a little cocky.

“Gods...”

“Hm. You called?”

Vi let out a groan of surprise, feeling the pads of Aspen’s fingers drag through her folds, circling her entrance before finally pushing through. Aspen hummed again, pressing her mouth against Vi’s jaw, using her hand around her throat to tilt her head to the side to press her mouth against the shell of Vi’s ear.

“Sucked me right in…” Aspen smirked, feeling Vi’s blunt nails digs into her forearm, hearing the puffs of breath spill from Vi’s lips. It made her own cunt leak and throb, but it wasn’t enough to keep her focus off of Vi, to satiate her own needs; Vi challenged her on her authority in bed, she was determined to show her.

Vi’s limbs felt weak at this point, a shaking mess and if it weren’t for the firm hold Aspen had around her throat, she would’ve fell. “Aspen… shit, please, baby.”

Aspen smirked; the corner of her mouth turned up to show the sharp end of her canine tooth. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Keep at it.”

Aspen fucked Vi close to two orgasms before rudely pulling back to amusedly take in the sight of her whining and begging for release. It was fun.

“… ‘S not fair…”

“No?” Aspen closes herself around Vi again, draping herself over her corded back, as her fingers find themselves in Vi’s pulsating hole, using her cunt to push her body further back into Aspen’s. Vi doesn’t bother fighting back, just holds onto Aspen’s forearms as she rested her head on Aspen’s shoulder.

“Really like your muscles…” Vi’s voice was slurred and breathless, her chest heaving and breath catching in her throat as she feels Aspen’s fingers lazily drove in and out of her.

Aspen laughed, pressing her nose into Vi’s cheek before her lips puckered to press a kiss to her cheekbone. “I like your muscles. So pretty… pretty thing. You can cum this time, okay? You listened well today.”

Vi could only moan out in relief, her fingers tightening around Aspen’s wrist, when her pace quickened. The shower was turned off a while ago, so Vi could really hear the obscene sounds Aspen’s fingers made in her cunt.

“So fucking pretty.” Aspen hummed, pressing herself closer to Vi, close enough she may as mould Vi to be one with the tiled wall. Aspen couldn’t help but run her free hand around the tightened, taut muscles on Vi’s stomach; her nails lightly running across the skin. “Wonder how you’ll look with my babies inside you.”  

Vi could feel her skin turn warm all over her body when Aspen opened her mouth, feeling her cheeks redden at the thought of ever being able to carry Aspen’s children. She let out an involuntary moan, her thigh jerking in response when Aspen delved in her deeper, almost as if she was spurred on by the mere thought of getting what she wanted just with her fingers. But, of course, that wasn’t really possible, as much as Aspen was Godly during their time in bed together, she didn’t have the powers to impregnate someone with her fingers. Aspen didn’t have the right assets for that either, she did, but for the sake of her own happiness and comfortability she created a body for herself that Vi and her loved and felt proud of. And Vi’s mind only drifted to the one thing that could, tucked away safely, far away in a clinic; if only…

“I saw the way you were looking at Leia, I know you were thinking about it. You want my babies, darling? Hmm? Would love to see you as a Mama to my kids. You want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” Vi moaned quietly, her hand pressing against the back of Aspen’s hoping it would bring her fingers in deeper, moaning a little louder when it did. Her other hand did its hardest to keep Aspen’s face close to hers, her fingers threading through the back of Aspen’s hair; she could feel the shaved hairs under her palm; it felt rough and tickled.

Aspen only laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly, before she slips her fingers out of Vi; her hands trailing across Vi’s hips, over her thighs, and pulling at the taut skin around Vi’s ass. “Hm. Whatever you want, darling. You’ll look hot as a Mama.” Aspen teased, lowering herself to her knees against the shower floor.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

Aspen stopped midway from moving Vi’s legs apart; hooking her strong fingers under her knee to hike it over her shoulder, looking up at her with a hungry look. The dark gaze washed over her slitted eyes, almost like a shadow across her face. “I’m hungry.” She replied, slowly dragging her palms over Vi’s thighs, her eyes slitted into a determined stare. “You’re not going to let me eat?”

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Vi felt frustrated, she ignored the throbbing pain of her elbows digging into the wood of the dining table. She would’ve opted for biting her nails; but the pen prior to the one in between her fingers broke and leaked ink on her hands and nails, thus making the activity taste horrible.

The newspaper held the same jobs it did the week before; either they were quick cash, or something Vi wasn’t qualified for. It would have been a pleasant day; the heaping pile of clothes were washed and folded, the kitchen was filled with the pleasant smell of dinner and Aspen was bound to come home soon, but the doubt, and the sadness all came washing through when she came to the realisation that she does not have a job. She felt lazy, horrible and utterly useless.

Vi was contemplating ripping the darned newspaper and burning it, when Aspen thundered through the door, the rustle of coats, and the thuds of her boots can be heard before she saunters through to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. Is that chicken pie? That smells good.” Aspen was loud as she walks around the kitchen to take a seat by the table. “How was your day? I was put in the toddlers’ room, and I feel really grateful that I usually work with the newborns- babe? What’s wrong?”

Vi didn’t realise that she hadn’t acknowledged Aspen at all, and in all her positivity, and excitement to come home and see Vi again, Aspen didn’t realise either.

“I-It’s no-” Vi stops talking to see Aspen looking at her; it wasn’t the usual lazy stare, and cocky smirk. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her eyes sharp as she looked at Vi with something akin to don’t lie to me. “I’m feeling frustrated cause I can’t look for a stupid job.”

“Baby, these things time-”

“No, b-but it’s been a year since I’ve gotten out! I should’ve gotten something by now-” Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, pressing her lips together as she looks to the side, she sneaks a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. “I need to pay you back for-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I asked you to move in. Mainly cause I liked you a lot, b-but my intimate… uh desires aside, you just got out of jail and I had an extra room; even though after a week, you moved into my room, but that’s beside the point, I wanted to help you. I don’t mind providing for us both until you get a job. This is your home as well. I thought I made it clear enough for the last year.”

Home. Vi hadn’t gotten that in a long time, not before meeting Aspen, and when Aspen came through, cocky smirks and suggestive advances and all, Vi had gotten a home the minute Aspen had confessed about her desire to kiss Vi.

It was quiet for a moment before Aspen stands up from her seat, walking toward a kitchen cabinet and pulling out a small, thin injection from a box.

“You want to help my take my oestrogen, Bubblegum?”

“You’ve always done it, why do you need help now?” Still Vi stands up from her seat, following Aspen to their living room, kneeling by the sofa on the floor. Maybe it’s time to wash these cushions. Vi wipes down at the fabric on their pillow cushion, before her eyes travel to the rest before the sight of Aspen bending down to pull her trousers take place instead. 

“Maybe I just want an excuse to pull my trousers down in front of you.” Aspen teased, yelping when Vi takes the needle from her abruptly, and using her other hand swat Aspen on her ass. “You can’t hit me!”

“Stop being so naughty then.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just makes sure the lid of the injection is thrown away in its familiar small yellow bin. She’s thankful the needle is pre-filled so all she had to do is wipe the targeted area, and pull up the skin on Aspen’s thigh, before gently piercing the skin with needle. “Does it hurt? Is it hurting?”

Aspen laughs a little, her fingers reaching up to pinch and pull gently on the red strands of Vi’s hair. “No, baby. I’m used to it.” Aspen pulls her trousers back up, her eyes following Vi’s form, as she throws away the last of the needle in the needle bin, behind her on the coffee table. Aspen couldn’t help run her fingers along Vi’s corded back, until they reached the back of her neck. “You look good down there.”

Vi turned back to look at Aspen, rolling her eyes fondly. “You always say that.” Vi couldn’t keep her gaze off of Aspen; the way her arms seemed to look larger at this angle; perched lazily on her knees, or the way Vi could settle herself in between the crazy, crazy mass of muscle on Aspen’s thighs.

“You’re always kneeling in front of me. What’s up with that?” Aspen leans forward, her nose nearly brushing against Vi’s cheek. Aspen curls a finger around a strand of Vi’s hair, twirling it around her fingers before they find themselves holding firmly onto her chin, keeping Vi’s eyes on her. Aspen’s eyes drop to Vi’s mouth, before she reaches down to press her lips to Vi’s. “You need to stop distracting me.” Aspen can’t help but keep Vi’s chin firmly in her hands, pressing one kiss after the other to Vi’s mouth eagerly.

“I’m not-” Vi laughs, her hands resting on Aspen’s thighs; Vi tries to pry her chin our of Aspen’s fingers, but fails miserably when Aspen’s determined kisses find their way to Vi’s fae again.

Aspen doesn’t let her finish, eagerly pressing another kiss to her mouth. “Stop kissing me. We won’t be able to stop.”

Vi laughs, pulling herself away from Aspen’s hand. “You’re kissing me.”

Vi ended up on Aspen’s lap, lazily moulding their mouths together. Aspen hums into Vi’s mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh of Vi’s rear. Aspen pulls back, taking a much-needed breath before smirking up at Vi. “I love your bubble butt.”  

Vi tuts, letting her hand fall harshly against Aspen’s shoulder. “Stop talking about my ass.”

Aspen laughs, reaching up to press a kiss against Vi’s chin. “Sorry. Don’t know how.” Aspen looks around the living room, her eyebrows drawing in slightly before she looks back to the kitchen. “Baby I think your chicken pie is burn-”

“Shit! My fucking pie! I used that expensive Piltover spice!” Aspen could only laugh, letting Vi clamber out of her lap to run to the oven, hastily pulling out their dinner. Vi looks down at it, pointing a finger at Aspen when she opens her mouth. “We are not ordering takeout.”

“What do I bring? I have no money to buy them anything. Do they know I’m unemployed? Will that hideous cat statue be enough? Oh G- I should have bought something before, then I wouldn’t be stressing 20 minutes before.”  

Aspen could only laugh in amusement at Vi’s sheer nervousness, and be a little hurt at her opinion on the cat statue Aspen made when she was 10. “You said you liked my statue.”

Vi stops her panicked stride, as she looks up at Aspen with a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Aspen gives Vi a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re hurting my feelings now.” Aspen’s eyes follow Vi as she walks closer, not being able to help keep her tough exterior when Vi falls into her chest. 

“Aw, is my big, bad girlfriend hurt?” Vi coos playfully, reaching up to pinch Aspen’s cheeks.

Aspen pouts, leaning her face into Vi’s hands. “Yeah. I want you to hug me.” Smiling brightly, when Vi obliges, pressing her nose into her hair and holding her closely to her chest.

“No, but seriously. What do I get your parents? I wanna make a good impression.”

“Nothing. They like you already.”

“How? I haven’t met them yet.”

“You should know by now that I have a very big mouth, Bubblegum.”

“Of course, you do. I’m victim of that 24/7.”

Aspen rolls her eyes playfully. “Pfft, please. You like my mouth.” 

“Sometimes. We gotta go, or we’ll be late. I don’t want to be late to meeting your parents for the first time. That’s a bad first impression.” Vi walks to the entryway, pulling on her shoes. When she sees Aspen just standing there, staring at Vi with an entranced smile, Vi could only usher Aspen forward with her hand. “You’re staring again. Hurry up.”

Aspen laughed, following suit; slipping her feet in her shoes, following Vi out through their front door. Aspen stands back, hands lazily in her jacket pockets as her eyes slide down to Vi’s ass, as she locks the door.

“Stop looking at my bum.”

“I told you; I like it.” Aspen says, her hand already slipping out of her pocket, to wrap an arm around Vi’s waist. “Really like your bum.”

Vi rolls her eyes, her own hands slipping in her pockets, as she keeps her head low; Aspen’s hoodie kept her warm against the cold wind, and the hood was big enough to cover her face. Even though she was technically safe; old habits die hard, and the horrid memories from Stillwater sometimes made her think she was still there.

“Your posture is horrible. No wonder you have neck pains.” Vi could only splutter when she feels Aspen’s hand on her chest and shoulder blade, trying to straighten her out. Aspen’s bewildered at the grunt Vi gives in response, as she lets her head hang and shoulders hunch again. “Aw, my cute, little emo girlfriend.” Aspen coos playfully, reaching over to grab Vi’s face, squishing her cheeks and pressing a loud kiss to her mouth.

As much as Vi tried to keep a strong front, she instantly melted at the affections from Aspen. “I’m worried your parents won’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“We- I’m an ex-convict-”

“They’re very open minded.”

“I have tattoos. I-I have a face tattoo!”

“You’re talking as though they don’t have a brown, lesbian, trans masc rugby player with tattoos and piercings as a daughter.” Aspen tightens her hold on Vi, rubbing her arm. “You’ll be fine.”

“Could you at least give me some heads up? You know, what they are like.”

“My dad laughs a lot, he will try to feed you, he’s very loud, laughs at his own jokes-”

“So, like you?” Vi teased, reaching up on her tip toes to nudge her nose against Aspen’s chin.

Aspen laughs, rolling her eyes. “Very funny. My mum is more quiet, reserved. She’s very etiquette crazy, she’s very motherly, and well- she can’t keep her mouth shut either.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Unfortunately for Vi’s nerves, they reach Aspen’s parent’s house a lot quicker, and much to Vi’s disappointment, Aspen didn’t bother knocking; pulling Vi through the door. “Mama! Papa! We’re here!”

Vi looks up from taking her shoes off to see what she assumes is Aspen’s parents. They were both short, just barely reaching Aspen’s shoulder. Vi is drawn to Aspen’s father first; he was chubby with monolid eyes that matched with Aspen’s. He was already laughing, petting Aspen’s face gently as he smiles widely at her; Vi was worried his dastar would fall off his head.

“You must be Vi. It is wonderful to meet you. I am Aspen’s mother; but you can call me Amani. This is my husband, Abani.” Vi could instantly tell that Amani was more quiet, the type to choose not to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Welcome, Vi! I hope you haven’t eaten earlier, puthar. My Amani and I have cooked enough for four armies.” Vi didn’t have time to respond to that comment, before Abani laughs a little at his joke, guiding Vi through their home.

It was a pleasant sight to see Ashni, perched on the couch; with little Leia settled on her lap. Ashni looked up from Leia, smiling at Aspen and Vi. She stands up, keeping Leia settled in the crook of her arm as she leans into hug Aspen, laughing when Aspen takes Leia with a raspberry blown to her belly.

Ashni give a quick hug to Vi, one that Vi eagerly reciprocates. “Aspen told me you were nervous.” Ashni whispers quietly; her eyes travelling along Aspen, who’s tickling Leia, and to her parents; who have settled themselves in the kitchen; preparing the last of dinner.

“I was. I feel a bit better now that I’m here. Knowing you already makes it easier.”

Ashni smiles reassuringly at Vi, placing a hand on Vi’s arm. “My parents are really fun to be around.”

Aspen soon walks over to Vi, reaching down to place Leia in her lap without warning, she turns to walk out of the room without another word before Ashni stops. “Where are you running off to?”

“I need to pee! I’ll be quick.”

Vi looks back at Aspen, before her attention to Leia. She’s gotten a little bigger the last time she saw her; she looks a lot less like an old man, and more like a cute little baby.

“Are you okay to stay with Leia while I help out in the kitchen?”

Vi nods and smiles. “Mhm. Gives me time to recharge a little.”

Vi doesn’t realise that Aspen has come back until she feels a kiss on her head, and a heavy hand on her back. “They’re all in the kitchen?” Vi just nods, her finger gently poking Leia’s small nose.

Aspen leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Vi, her eyes softening to a degree. She always liked looking at Vi; they way her lips puckered into a pout subconsciously, the way the skin on her bridge rippled when she glared, or the beautiful, beautiful way her large grey eyes gazed up at her with the softest stare. But the way her body melted; the way her muscles softened every time she held Leia was something that made Aspen thank the stars that she was alive to witness it. Aspen wasn’t ashamed to think what it would feel like if their house was filled by one more person, one more tiny person, maybe one that looked a beautiful mix of them both.

“I can’t wait to marry to you.” Aspen didn’t think she said that out loud, she at least thought she said it where only she could hear it, until Aspen’s cheeks heated up at the realisation that Vi did hear and gave an answer of her own.

“I want a nice ring, okay? Maybe one that matches my hair.”

Aspen smiled, her eyes running over every inch of Vi, her unruly red hair, that crooked nose hoop in her nostril, the indents of the small scars littered on her face and she smiled, so wide; maybe her face wasn’t her own anymore. Till death do us part, my love. “Okay.”