#it's going to break off in a different place sooner or later. it was our luck it broke off where it was obvious and easily fixable.

[interstellarvacuumcleaner]

the electric wiring in houses usually consists of phase and the neutral wire, my guys, don't forget about neutral wire

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Expansion

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: none

Bea series continues

After Bea was born, you and Carlos both knew you didn't want to stop at just one child. You wanted to have at least three, although you didn't know that one little girl like Bea would be such a handful.

Bea is a little girl with character, very attached to both of you and especially to Carlos. Since Bea was already three years old, you didn't want there to be a big age difference between her and the second child, so you decided to start trying for another baby.

About three weeks ago when Carlos came back from the race in Singapore you welcomed him in your home with a pregnancy test in your hands and his eyes started to water with how happy he was. Since that night he couldn’t keep his hands off you and your stomach. He loved being a dad and he was the best at it. Bea was his whole world (and you of course), and the fact that he will have another little being with you sent him over the moon.

Anyway, tonight is the night you decided to break the news to Bea, explain to her in the simplest possible way that she is going to be a big sister. You were very nervous about it because you didn't know how she would react, and Carlos found it funny that you were afraid to tell a three-year-old that you were pregnant.

“Don’t laugh, Carlos! It��s not funny at all.” You sigh crossing your arms and looking away from him.

“Mi amor, you’re overreacting. I don't know why you keep thinking that another baby in the family will upset her.” He says placing a hand over your stomach and gently rubbing it.

“Well, that is exactly why! She will no longer be an only child and you know what our daughter is like. Very possessive, especially about you, and she likes all the attention to be focused only on her.”

“Baby, we have to tell her sooner or later. We might as well tell her sooner so we can start talking to her about it more often and start getting her used to the change.”

You sigh running your hands over your face then through your hair.

“Hey, look at me” Carlos says taking your chin between his fingers making you look at him. “Everything’s going to be okay. Don’t overthink this so much, she’s just a kid. Even if she doesn’t understand some things now that’s okay because she’s not supposed to. We’re in this together, always.”

“You’re right” You say leaning your head against his chest and he places a kiss on top of your head. “I’m sorry I’m making such a big deal out of this.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna go get her from her room.” He says getting up and leaving you on the couch in the living room.

While you were waiting for Carlos to come back with Bea, you thought that maybe you were exaggerating a bit, that you were making a bigger deal out of it than it actually was. Maybe Bea will be overjoyed to have a best friend for life. Maybe she will enjoy sharing everything with the new baby.

But then again, you knew your daughter very well to know that Bea doesn’t share things.

“Mama!” She exclaimed happily reaching out to you from Carlos' arms.

“Hey, baby” You smiled taking her in your arms. She sat in your lap wrapping her tiny arms around you and leaning her head on your chest. “Did you play with the new kitchen that daddy got you?”

“I did”

“What did you cook today, hm? What did chef Bea make for dinner?” You asked her.

“I..I made a soup. And a chicken. And potato.” She explained, counting on her fingers.

“Good job, baby.” You smiled kissing the tip of her nose.

“Okay, princesa, mommy and daddy have something to tell you, okay?” Carlos started and your heart rate increased. He took her from your lap and seated her between the two of you on the couch.

“Okay”

“Remember how we used to talk about having a baby brother or a baby sister for you?” Carlos asked her moving her curly hair out of her face.

“No” She simply said.

You and Carlos quickly both looked at each other and clamped your mouths shut to keep from bursting out laughing right at the start.

“Ay, nena no digas que no.” (Baby, don’t say no) He says pinching her nose. “Well, mommy has a baby in her belly. You’re going to be a big sister.”

He put his hand over your stomach and you put yours over his. Bea’s eyes just followed your movements without saying a word. Her expression was unreadable, but you could tell she wasn't thrilled with the news .

“How does that sound, mi amor?” Carlos asked her trying to snap her out of her thoughts.

And just like that hr lower lip started to twitch and she started to cry. She opened her mouth and cried inconsolably. You looked at Carlos and mouthed “I told you so” and threw your head back sighing.

He quickly took her in his arms and started rubbing her back as she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

“Bea, don’t cry, bebe” He tried. “You’re going to have so much fun with the baby brother or baby sister. You’re always going to have someone to play with, maybe share a room together. Isn’t that so much fun?”

“I-I don’t-” She sobbed. “Don’t need it”

“It's not a matter of whether you need it or not. Mommy and Daddy want you and another baby. You will still be our little girl, forever, only we will have one more baby.” He was choosing his words carefully making sure to include her in every sentence that left his mouth.

Once she calmed down a bit and stopped crying she said “But-but I wanted an ice cream, not a baby brother or a baby sister”

Both you and Carlos laughed squeezing your eyes shut at her nonchalant statement.

“How about you get an ice cream and a baby brother or a baby sister?” Carlos asked her.

She took some time to think and soon agreed to the proposal. “Okay..”

“Entonces tenemos un trato, si?” (Then we have a deal, yes?) He hugged her tightly kissing her cheek and she nodded her head yes. “Go get your shoes because I’m taking my girls out for an ice cream right now.”

“Can we get a puppy too?” Bea asked.

“Well..” Carlos laughed looking at you.

“Carlos!” You warned him with your eyes knowing that he has trouble saying no to his favorite girl.

“We’ll see about that, let’s get some ice cream first”

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

chap 1, chap 2, chap 3, chap 4, chap 5, chap 6

PART 5 THE TWINS PLAN

"Matheo, if your dad is my dad, then my mom is your mom and we have same birthday…"

Matheo’s eyes widened. "No. Don’t...don’t say it!"

"We’re twins!" Mattia shouted, his voice breaking with disbelief.

The boys hugged so tightly it was like they’d missed years together.

In the distance, the dining bell rang, but neither cared.

Matheo stared at Mattia, trying to hold back tears. "I’m not hungry anymore…"

Mattia almost laughed. How could Matheo even think about food right now? It reminded him of their mom.

"Wait..." Mattia pulled back, grinning. "Is it Matheo Sainz? Or Matheo Y/LN?"

Matheo laughed through tears. "I don’t even know anymore!"

They both burst into laughter, wiping their faces as the reality of being brothers sank in.

*****

That night, their bunk beds were pushed together, and they stayed up talking.

"What’s Mom like?" Matheo whispered, clutching the edge of his blanket.

Mattia thought for a moment, glancing at the photo on his nightstand. "She’s… everything. Strong, kind, smart. Oh, and when she’s determined? Nothing can stop her."

Matheo’s face softened. "I can’t wait to meet her."

"Yeah, well, she’s gonna love you."

A pause.

"Mattia, do you think she ever… thought about getting married?"

Mattia squinted, offended. "No way! She says her whole heart belongs to me."

Matheo snickered. "You’re so spoiled."

Mattia shoved him. "Shut up!"

"Okay, but seriously, why’d they split up?" Matheo asked, thoughtful.

Mattia shrugged. "No idea. Probably something dramatic."

Matheo sat up suddenly, eyes lighting up. "I have an idea. A brilliant beyond brilliant idea. Don't freak out, okay?" Matheo's grin widened. "You want to know what Dad is like, right? And I'm dying to know Mom. So here's the plan: when camp is over, we switch places.

Mattia blinked, startled. “Switch places?”

“Exactly!” Matheo exclaimed. “I’ll go back to London as you, and you go back to Madrid as me.”

“What? Matheo, we’re completely different!” Mattia protested, shaking his head. “This is impossible!”

“We’re twins, aren’t we? I’ll teach you how to be me, and you’ll teach me how to be you,” Matheo said confidently. “It’s foolproof! Look, I can already do you.” He straightened his posture, tilting his head slightly as he mimicked Mattia’s calm demeanor.

Mattia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You want to know the difference between us? I have class, and you don’t.”

Mattia laughed, brushing off the jab. “Come on, Mattia, think about it. I get to meet Mom, and you get to meet Dad. And let’s face it, sooner or later, they’ll figure out we’ve switched. And when they do, they’ll have to meet again. Face-to-face. After all these years.”

A moment of silence stretched between them as Mattia considered the idea. The corners of his lips twitched upward. “You’re insane, you know that?”

Matheo grinned triumphantly. “Insanely brilliant.”

*****

The next morning, the plan was already in motion. Mattia pulled out family photos and started quizzing Matheo.

"That's Grandpa" Mattia explained, pointing at a smiling man with platinum hair.

"He is amazing! I can't wait to meet him," Matheo gushed.

"and this is Martin, our butler"

"You’d better remember his name, or you’ll blow everything."

Matheo nodded, determined, while Mattia went over everything from family traditions.

"Right. Now its my turn. OK living room first. Then over here is dining room."

"But we never eat there in there except for thankagiving, christmas, and of course December 15th"

Meanwhile, their camp friends watched from afar, whispering.

"Why are they… acting weird?" Dean muttered.

"They’re up to something," Nate added, sipping his soda.

*****

Matheo paced nervously, glancing at the scissors in his hand and then at Mattia, who sat on the stool with his longand light hair. "Okay, don't close your eyes!" Mattia blurted, fidgeting. "Oh, sorry! I just got a little nervous," Matheo replied, biting his lip.

"You're nervous? an nine year old is cutting my hair. Hey, isn't it just like me? Well, I'm supposed to, aren't I? Go on, just do it. Don't panic." Matheo huffed, shaking his head.

Mattia smirked. "Come on, isn't it just like me to do something like this? And aren’t you supposed to, you know, make me look like you? Just do it. You’ll be fine!"

Matheo sighed dramatically. "This is so scary. But okay. Looking good, looking great…

Oh my God, Mattia!"

"What?!" Mattia’s eyes widened, and he instinctively touched his hair.

"You hair is lightest than me!" Matheo exclaimed.

Mattia rolled his eyes. "No, no, no, and no. Not happening. Don’t even think about it. I refuse."

"Then cutting your hair is pointless! You can't go to camp with brunnete hair and come home without them—it’ll be obvious!" Matheo argued, waving the scissors for emphasis.

Mattia groaned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, but you better know what you're doing. Do we need some prep or something before dyed my hair?"

"Relax," Matheo said with a grin. "I’ve done this with all my friends—well, in my head—but it’s easy. Just trust me. Close your eyes, and it’ll be over before you know it."

"Relax, Mattia. This isn’t a big deal. On the count of three, let’s dye this lighter mess to match my gorgeous brown hair. You’re welcome."

Mattia nodded.

"One... Two… Three!" Matheo made the swift motion, and Mattia yelped.

"See? Not bad!" Matheo said proudly, holding up the mirror.

Mattia gasped. "Oh my gosh! I look… just like you!"

"Exactly!" Matheo said smugly, brushing the remaining hair off Mattia’s shoulders.

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Editing Part 4: Worldbuilding Pass

Next up, worldbuilding! We're tackling this before structure, because you don't want to get too far into the weeds, realize a critical component of your story is wrong, and then throw your computer out the window in frustration.

Anyway, when it comes to worldbuilding, there's a lot of moving parts. There is no right or wrong way to worldbuild, but my preferred approach is to worldbuild as the story goes along. Any method works, and you can check out the worldbuilding tag for more. In editing your worldbuilding, you want to think about:

Trimming Front-loading/Info Dumps

When writing fantasy/sci-fi, getting down how the world works can take over the story. In first drafting, this is fine! But when you're trying to clean that draft up, it's better to weave this information in as you go.

Need to explain how the giant mechas guarding the city operate? Maybe your main character is trying to steal some precious alloy from one, giving you opportunity to explain how they work and how society feels about them. Have a magic system that relies on singing tunes? Show that off by having students practicing, or dueling rivals taking it too far.

You probably know by now that the thing you should avoid the most is "as you know" dialogue dumps - characters explaining concepts to each other that they both clearly understand. Another, weaker version of this is the "magic class" trap, where things are explained to the main character and the reader. A classroom environment is fine, but pair worldbuilding with action - demonstrations get out of hand, spells go wrong, etc. Make it fun!

Your World Needs Clear Rules (Sorry)

Listen, this is the part I hate. I have a WIP with the word "Rules" in the title and I'm still figuring out what those rules are. Argh. But the sooner you know the rules, the easier editing will be. The more clear those rules are to the reader, the more impactful breaking them will be.

If the rules of the world (you can't use warp speed too close to a planet's gravitational pull, the same type of magic cancels each other out) and the consequences of breaking them are clear, the pay-off will be satisfying for both you and the reader.

Use Your Environment to Your Full Advantage

You've no doubt heard 'make setting a character' and that's evergreen advice. Some of the best books out there are those where it feels like you could step through the page and into a real place, be it your childhood middle school or Narnia. Getting that feeling, however, is more than just describing a place really well.

Mood - How does the location make you feel? Does a dark, cramped room leave the characters with a feeling of dread? How would that feeling change if it was an overstuffed library with comfortable chairs?

Weather - Beyond the 'dark and stormy night' descriptions, weather impacts our daily lives and is often overlooked. A rain-drenched funeral scenes seems like it's the way to go, but how differently would that scene feel if it was a sunny day with birds singing?

City Versus Countryside - These books are a great reference for description, but also take a step back to compare how different situations would feel both in the setting and to your character. Quiet can mean very different things depending on where you are. A morning fog in the countryside might feel comforting to someone used to it, but to someone new to that environment, it might feel creepy. Think about both your environment and how your character reacts to it based on their backstory.

The Empty Room Problem

This is always a big challenge when moving from the first draft bare bones basics to fleshing things out. How much description is too much? (As a note, it's always okay to overcorrect - you'll have a chance to fix it later!) This post from @novlr has a lot of great questions - but you're still going to narrow it down to the most important details.

Escape the Movie Setting - You cannot describe the room like it's a movie set. Trying to do so is going to be overwhelming, and important details will be lost in the attempt. If you were to describe your room or your favorite coffee shop and could only highlight four or five details, what would you focus on? What gives the reader the essence of the place rather than a list of things that exist there?

Establish the Essentials - Is this your first character's first time in this room? Is it going to be key to several plot-important scenes? Some big, sweeping details when entering - how big it is, what's in it, where the windows are, how it feels, etc - are good to start with. Your character can briefly admire a full bookshelf in the first scene, and then study it in more detail in the second. If you have one scene in this place and spend too much time describing it, you're going to make your reader think it's more important than it is.

Engage the Senses - Does an old room smell musty? Does the coldness of the woods have a sharp taste? Does touching a shelf bring up a lot of dust? How does the lighting in the room make the main character feel?

Getting down the description of a room or setting is not something you'll nail in one shot, but if you approach each scene asking yourself "does this feel like a real place or a white room?" you can narrow down what's missing.

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 🔞

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-ComfortWarnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up.

A/N: I started chapter 8, and my goodness did it get dramatic.

“They both look the same to me,” Yoongi says as he examines the invitations that he is holding in his hands.

He rests his elbows on his knees as he sits on his leather couch. His dark eyes dart between the two wedding invitations in his hands, pondering over which one he likes best. You sit across from him patiently waiting for him to make his decision. You think that he looks cute looking at them with such sharp attention.

“No, no, one is black with white writing and the other is white with black writing,” you tell him as you watch his eyes continue to go back and forth between the 5x7 pieces of cardstock. “And, supposedly, they are in two different fonts.”

“They are literally the same font,” he tells you as he brings them closer to his face to examine the lettering more carefully.

“I said supposedly,” you defend.

“They look the same,” he repeats once again. “I like the black with white writing,” Yoongi finally decided and handed them both back to you. You place the winner in your bag and throw the other on his table to recycle later. “I like the little bow on it, too. It was a nice touch.”

“Great, now what about a plated dinner for the reception or a buffet style? Plated options would be the normal chicken, steak, or fish,” you ask next. “The winery offers charcuterie boards as appetizers, but we are responsible for the catering.”

Yoongi leans back on his couch and cocks his head to the side in thought as he crosses his arms over his chest. He looks quite relaxed in his contemplation as he rests his ankle over his knee. It makes you happy that he is weighing his options carefully. That he is taking this seriously. Jimin and Hobi were actually the ones to give you the idea to narrow some easy choices down and let Yoongi pick from there. You had easily agreed with them hoping that by doing this it would feel like Yoongi was actually helping you. You also knew that he probably felt guilty for not helping as much as he should and that made you feel guilty in return for him feeling guilty. So, in the end you hoped it would ease his worries, your stress and all the damn guilt.

“Buffet, more options that way,” he says with a satisfied nod. “We could have a noodle bar, and maybe we can have your oh so precious rolls catered.”

“That is the best idea ever. Jisoo offered to call around to places and get some prices once we decided,” You tell him as you take out your phone to text her. “We have to get our guest list done sooner than later. The invitations will take about two weeks to get here once I put in the order. I only have like seven people to invite, and two are in the wedding, so the guest list is mainly up to you.”

“Come here, baby,” Yoongi says, patting the couch cushion next to him. “Let's relax for a minute.”

You get up from his chair, place your phone on his table, and make your way to sit next to him. Yoongi slings his arm around you as he reclines back against the cushions, taking you with him. You turn into his body and lay your cheek on his chest, taking in the sound of his thumping heartbeat. Your finger absentmindedly traces the smooth black vinyl letters on his white shirt as you close your eyes in relaxation.

“We need to hire a photographer as well,” you comment.

“Baby, relax,” Yoongi commands you softly.

Moments like this are a few and far between for the two of you. Usually, when you're here, it's to drop off food during your lunch break or to clean up for him quickly before you head home for another night alone in a cold bed. His studio has pretty much become his main place of living. Although you would rather be in your shared apartment, you don't want to take this moment for granted. He's here. You're here. The both of you together and enjoying an actual moment together. It doesn't matter how small of a moment it is. You are going to cherish it.

“Where do you think you would be if we never met again?” He asks quietly as his thumb draws small circles on the back of your shoulder.

“What?” You ask with a light laugh. You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest, but his eyes are closed. “What are you talking about? Where did that question even come from?”

“Let's say, I left earlier that night from the restaurant and didn't see you. What if I just didn't recognize you? What if I wasn't hungry that night and didn't go with Hobi and Jimin? What would you be doing right now?” he asked again. His eyes still remained closed as his thumb still continued with the lazy circles.

“Umm,” you had to think for a minute. “I guess I would probably still be working at that horrible office just barely scraping by. I wouldn't have had a reason to quit. My family situation probably would have never changed. I would probably be drinking wine with the girls as Lisa tells Jisoo and I about her latest boyfriend. Everything would probably be the same as before. Lonely and monotonous.”

“You don't think you would have been dating anyone?” he asked next, his hand running up and down the expanse of your back and side.

“Well, I mean, Kai was putting his best moves on me,” you say jokingly and smirking up at him. “You know he is a pretty big deal, right? Model, actor, and now singer. Damn, I missed my chance.”

Yoongi growled at you and threw himself on top of your body. You fall onto your side, landing on the unoccupied cushions as his fingers dance along your sides, tickling you underneath your shirt. Laughing, you try to push him off you, but he is way too strong for you.

“Apologize and take it back,” he growls into your neck as his fingers still tickle your side. His teeth lightly sink into the smooth skin of your neck. “Take it back, now.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Yoongi, please,” you laugh out loud as your hands lightly slap him away.

Yoongi finally pulls away and brings you back into your original position. You wrap your arm around his stomach and sling your leg over his. He is so warm, and you just want to soak in it. You want to close your eyes and go to sleep surrounded by that warmth. Surrounded by his scent, which barely lingers on his pillow anymore. You wish you could wrap it all up and take it home with you. Maybe it would make you feel a little less lonely.

“You know that little weasel is around here somewhere,” he informs you as he closes his eyes again, holding you tighter to him. “He's working with Hobi, I think. I kind of skipped the email when I saw his name attached to it.”

“I don't care about him,” you say, snuggling against him more. You slid your hand up his shirt and rested it on his bare chest. You just needed to feel his skin. “I don't know, honestly. I'm sure Lisa would have a string of blind dates lined up for me, and I would make up some sort of excuse to cancel on them. I really don't think that I would be seeing anyone. What about you?”

“What about me?” he asks, finally opening his eyes and looking down at you.

“Okay, let's say you had a girlfriend when we met outside the bar. What would have happened then?” You counter. “I would like to assume that we wouldn't have gone home together that night.”

“That would have never happened,” he said with certainty and a shake of his head. “I didn't date.”

“Like at all?” You raise an eyebrow in question and look at him warily. “Was there no one after my sister?”

“Oh there were women…I…just didn't date them,” he said, smirking. You poke him hard on his side. “Ow, violent.”

“Seriously, I answered your question,” you pout. “Answer my question honestly.”

“Okay, if I had a girlfriend,” he said with a sigh and a tilt of his head. “I wouldn't have cheated, but I wouldn't have stayed with her. I don't think I could have gone through life with you just being a friend. I tried just being your friend before and look what happened there.”

You hear your phone chime. You sigh, you know that it is probably your mom, but hopefully it's Jisoo answering you back. You've been ignoring your mom since your little outburst on the phone the other day. She even got your dad and his girlfriend to text you to figure out what was going on. You explained to them that you were pretty sure she was trying to build her own dream wedding. He told you just to ignore her, and his girlfriend was ready to tell her to shove it where the sun didn't shine.

“Do you want to know something?” you ask quietly, ignoring your phone on the table.

“What?” he asks just as quietly.

“You were only my second,” you admit, and you bite your lip at your admission.

He shifts you a little bit so he can fully look at you. His eyes study your face, resting on his chest with confusion swirling in dark eyes. His eyebrows furrow, and he purses his lips in thought. You don’t know why he is taking so long to answer. His silence is making you nervous. It's making you feel like you should have never said anything. It made you feel like such a loser admitting your inexperience as if he probably couldn't tell the first time you were together.

“What do you mean I'm you second? I'm your second, what?” he asked, still confused.

“You know,” you mumble, your face turning red. “The second guy I ever…” you drift off and cast your eyes away from him.

“Fucked?” he asked with pure surprise on his face. “Really?”

“Yes and don't say it like that,” you say, hiding your face in his chest. “Why do you sound so surprised? I'm awkward, and it was always worse around boys.”

“Baby, you're fucking beautiful,” he tells you.

Your eyes take a peek up at him. His face is serious. He gently moves the hair out of your face that had fallen obstructing his view of you. His eyes are soft as they look at you, and you want to hide away from them.

“You're biased,” you whisper, and he shakes his head no. “Yes, you are.”

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you again. You look up at him again, and he seems lost in thought. His eyebrows are furrowed as if he is thinking hard.

“Was it that kid?” he asked, suddenly sitting up and his eyes widened in realization.

“Who?” you asked in confusion, sitting up right next to him.

“That Woo….whatever his name was,” he asked. “That little shit who you got drunk with at that dance.”

“Wooseok?” You asked, throwing your head back laughing.

“Don't say his name,’ he said slowly with a deadly glare, making you roll your eyes. “I’ll hunt him down. I swear I will.”

“I told you it didn't go any further than the hickey. I didn't lose my virginity behind an equipment shed with Lisa right next to me,” you assured him, still laughing. “You saw them. He was not in any condition to do anything that night.”

“I always kind of thought you lied to me about that,” he admitted quietly. “I don't want to know who it was. I'm just happy it wasn't him.” He gets quiet and stares at you for a minute before speaking again. “Who was it?”

You laugh and push him back down with your hand to his chest, resuming your previous position. “Do you really want to know?” you asked, and he shook his head no.

“Good because I honestly don't remember his name.” You do honestly try to recall his name…Dave…Devin? You're not even sure it began with a D.

“You know,” he said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I think that we would have always found each other again.”

“You think?” you ask.

“Jimin and Lisa would have met anyway no matter our timing that night. That means I would have met her as Jimin's girlfriend eventually. Which, in turn, means I would have inquired about you and probably would have asked her for your number. We would have always met. It just would have been a little later.” He explains.

“So, we are kind of destined to be together, huh?” You ask with a small smile on your face.

“Absolutely,” Yoongi kisses the top of your head. His thumb runs back and forth against the skin of your side. “And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

The insistent knocking on your door has you groaning as you get off the couch. Making your way to the door, you open it to see your two best friends carrying a deep red trunk, and it looked like they were struggling with it. Lisa pretty much knocks you out of the way as they enter your apartment, and you have to catch yourself on the wall so you don't fall over. They place the heavy looking trunk down in the middle of the living room and stare at you as they try and catch their breaths.

“Is Yoongi home?” Lisa asked, flinging a piece of her hair out of her face.

“No, why? What is that?” You asked, looking at Jisoo, hoping she will have the answers.

“No idea,” she answers with a shrug. “She wouldn't tell me.”

“Listen, because you and Yoongi are absolutely boring and don't want a bachelor/bachelorette party, I graciously still got you a gift,” Lisa explains and gestures to the decent sized red trunk.

“I'm scared,” you whisper, eyeing the trunk.

“So am I,” Jisoo says, sharing your sentiment.

Lisa smirks and motions for you and Jisoo to help pick the trunk back up. The three of you make your way to the bedroom and together, fling the red trunk on the bed with what little muscles you all had. Thankfully, the physical trunk itself felt heavier than whatever was inside of it.

“Sorry, I didn't think it was this heavy when I ordered it. I should have read the description,” Lisa apologized. “Okay, sweets, open it.”

Your hands undo the two black latches on the front and slowly open the lid. You hear Jisoo gasp and slap something. You are pretty sure that something was Lisa's arm, but you were too much of a shock to really care.

“You got her…toys,” Jisoo hissed. “That is soooo inappropriate. Some things should just stay private.”

“It's just sex toys, and it's for the both of them,” Lisa claps her hands together happily like she did you a favor. “I don't know why you seem so shocked, Jisoo. I've seen what's in your closet. You and Seungkwan get freaky. Good for you! I didn't know that you had it in you.”

Jisoo's eyes widen, and she turns the deepest shade of red that you have ever seen. Without a word, you watch as she practically runs out of your bedroom and down the hall. The slamming of your front door tells you she left. You wonder what the hell she has in her closet, but honestly, you don't want to think of Seungkwan that way.

“Umm, I don't know….thanks….I guess,” you say, turning back to Lisa and her...present.

“Oh come on,” Lisa says, putting her hands on her hips. “You and Yoongi are already like an old married couple. I'm just trying to help you keep the spice alive in the bedroom. He is the strong, silent type, and by my personal experience….they are the best, but they sometimes need a little push.”

“We don't have any issues with that,” you mumble and shuffle your socked feet against the carpet. You think you might just be as red as Jisoo was. “Oh really, when was the last time he was actually home? I'm not talking about a quickie,” Lisa asks you seriously. “When was the last time he actually took his time with you? Jimin said that Yoongi has been sleeping at the studio every night.”

“I don't know,” you admit and look at the…things inside the chest.

“Well, then some of these will definitely help you when you miss him, and some will be fun to use with him,” Lisa said. “Look, you have your standard vibrators in different sizes, shapes, and colors, a personal massager,” she says, holding up the objects one at a time. “This….”

“What is that?” You ask, interrupting her. You grab onto a colorful object that is pink and purple and very, very textured. “Is this a… tentacle?” You whisper in shock.

“Sure is!” she exclaims. “It looks like fun and has a lot of five-star reviews. You'll have to let me know how that one goes. I was thinking about getting me and Jimin one but in a different color because that would be weird if we had the same one.”

“It looks scary,” you correct her and drop it back in the trunk.

“Lighten up, sweets,” Lisa said, hugging you from behind. “I'll leave and let you go through everything in private. Also, if you want a sure-fire way to get your man home. Send him a picture with one of these bad boys. He will come running. Oh, by the way, everything is cleaned and charged.”

With a wink, she leaves you the bedroom alone with the goods that she bought you. Even though you are alone now, your face still heats up when you look at them. You reach your hand in and see there are a few…non scary items in there. Blindfolds and other silk fabrics that look very tame and non-threatening . You gulp hard, however, when you find a pair of what you think are black leather handcuffs. Dropping them back in, you shut the lid quickly and avoid the other objects in the box. One day, maybe you'll find the courage to go through them. Maybe…a big, maybe. You will probably need a couple of drinks first.

You sit down on the bed while latching the red box shut. You are not quite sure how you are supposed to react to Lisa's gift. You've never owned anything like that, and at 23, you shouldn't be getting embarrassed about the thought of using them. Since Yoongi came along, your whole world was thrown upside down when it came to the topic of sex. You finally discovered how good being intimate with someone can make you feel. Not just physically but how it made your heart feel so warm. You almost worry if he will be mad and offended when he sees what was gifted to you. Lisa and obviously Jisoo seem to think that it's perfectly normal to have these kinds of things. You still wonder what's in Jisoo's closet.

Sighing, you stand up and drag the heavy trunk off your bed. It lands on your floor with such a heavy thud that you hope your downstairs neighbor isn't home to complain about it. Pulling with both hands, you drag it over to the closet and push it off to the side and into the corner of the wall. Grabbing one of your many extra blankets that you have stashed away, you throw it on top along with a few of Yoongi's hoodies that were on the floor. You hide it away the best you can , you have no plans to tell Yoongi about it. Absolutely not. Plus, he is never home to find it anyway.

Your phone chimes from the living room. Stepping out of the closet, you walk out of the bedroom. You head to the side table by the couch in the living room where you left your phone laying plugged in and charging. Swiping your phone open. You freeze as you look at the message.

One word.

Two letters.

Hi

Your sister.

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[melodic-haze]

Can I ask for a sub Jade x fem reader? Jade is so cocky and self-confident thinking that she will dominate the relationship, but reader puts her in her place by taking her to the extreme Thank you in advance and have a nice day!💕

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Jade x dom!afab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None? A lot of biting?? Does that count???? Rough sex in general

☆ — NOTES: To celebrate getting Jade I am writing about scissoring her she CANNOT escape me. As per usual I wrote this at the dead of night so if nothing makes sense then 🤷‍♀️

It's so funny, dating Jade, bc she's so self-assured of anything and everything—no matter how risky a deal may be, it's as if she has it all figured out.. and really, she probably does. That confidence transfers over to her general personality ofc which. Aha 💀 goodness

She's definitely convinced herself that she was going to take the lead for every single thing, taking care of you and punishing you if you deserve such treatment. She already does so in her daily life, what's a relationship with someone so precious as you make a difference?

A lot, she goes on to realise sooner or later when you have your first time together LOL

"So eager, aren't you," she practically coos at you as she steps further into the secluded room, taking off her hat and placing it carefully on the vanity.

"What, you rather I wasn't?"

"Now, I didn't say that." The pink-haired woman let out a soft laugh, "I would like to give you credit where credit is due, however, for waiting to get inside the bedroom rather than pulling me into the next available alley you find."

A huff slipped past your upturned lips, your eyes scanning every inch of your lover—who you once thought was unattainable without a hefty price, much like such precious gems are, is now standing in front of you at the foot of the bed with a not-so-innocent twinkle in her slitted eyes.

"I wouldn't dare have our first time together in some random setting," you simply say, "a lady should be treated as such.. and I wouldn't want to break you where everyone could see. Not yet, anyway."

That gained Jade's attention, her hand halting to a stop before she could slowly remove her singular glove. "Oh? I was under the assumption that I would have to take care of you, sweetheart. Unless you think that I can't leave you more than satisfied?" She walks up to you as she speaks, tracing your skin with a manicured nail before gently grasping onto your hand, "Because I assure you that I never leave my clients with the feeling of.. incompletion."

"One problem with that statement."

"Mm?"

"I'm not a client of yours, am I? I'm much more than that."

She raises an eyebrow, its shape perfectly sculpted and arched and perfect, "Confident in where you stand, aren't you? Such arrogance can often lead to one's downfall, you know."

You walk forward, prompting her to follow your motions like an intimate dance, "Are you saying that because you believe you're the exception to the rule?"

"Not that I'm the exception, no.. but challenging such things is something I am required to have expertise on, considering my line of work."

You hummed in response, "You've yet to prove that to me beyond professional transactions."

"Haven't I?"

You don't speak in turn, though instead you draw your hand back from hers before swiping it under her intricate blazer that hangs on her shoulder, letting it slip down.. and then pressing the same hand on the centre of her chest to push.

Your lover gently falls onto the mattress with a soft sound of surprise, with her long hair fanning out under her like some sort of pink halo. That momentary surprise is easily replaced with a pleased smirk, however, as her hands roam around her body to caress every inch of herself like a tantalising temptress, simultaneously opening up her outfit and fully revealing the lacy underwear underneath.

"So you caught me off-guard. That's a first."

You moved to straddle her, stripping off your topmost clothing and discarding them to the side, "Is it, though? No point lying through your teeth there."

"Ha. I suppose you do have a penchant for surprising me on the occasion." She puts her hands on your hips, gripping you and gently digging her nails into your form, "And I also suppose that that was you taking advantage of the situation, which.. bravo. I hadn't even noticed I let you take the lead."

You leaned down, capturing her lips with your own and cutting off whatever words she had planned to form after—if she ever even planned to, which you sincerely doubt it considering how her arms tugged you closer to her—before drawing back and leaving her wanting more. Her beautiful blue eyes, formerly slits, had seemingly expanded as she laid there in a silent daze.

"And you can continue. Letting me take the lead, I mean." You breathed out as you took one of her breasts into your hand and groped her idly, "Let me take care of your needs and desires this time, yeah?"

"Unfortunately that isn't in my job description," she jests with a slight rasp to her voice.

"Too bad you're not working right now," you quipped back.

And without any more to say, you lean back in as the two of you let your desires take over completely.

She definitely absolutely challenges your authority HAHAHAHA oh my god. She's SUCH a brat actually, teasingly trying to grab the reigns back and dominate you but somefuckinghow you're looking at her and acting a certain way that it actually sends a shiver down her spine once she realises you mean to consume her wholly like a snake with its prey

She isn't used to being on the receiving end, to being the one being taken care of, to being the one overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you're giving her. And the foreign experience fucking thrills her bc almost nothing scares this woman in bed

I say "almost nothing" bc if your buttons are pushed enough bc she makes it a point to make it INSUFFERABLE for you bc you could just hand her control and she'd take care of you :((( and take the easy route like everyone else :((((( and you snap, there's no telling what'll happen to her 🥰

ROUGH HER THE FUCK UP and that's when she starts getting concerned for her wellbeing (in the fun way), though the thrill is still there and has never been this amusing and overstimulating since.. god knows when. It has her wanting for MORE

She wouldn't beg though. She refuses to do so—something something she still has some modicum of dignity in her—but that's fine.. you can just have her struggle in desperation 😋!!

Such a bestial, carnal act was unbefitting of such a classy lady.. and that debauched expression on Jade's face was even less so.

Her nails dug into your skin, though this time her grip was a far cry from its gentle yet possessive force. Instead, it was harsh and desperate, perhaps even enough to draw blood. Your neck and the line of your collarbone was in a worse state as your lower back was, though, with the multiple bite marks that littered your skin (and some of them were even the slightest bit punctured, not necessarily all that dissimilar to a snake bite).

Not like she was any better either, with how throwing her head back meant that you were able to see the myriad of marks all across her body—her skin was painted like a canvas, signed repeatedly by you and only you through some sort of binding contract.

You bucked your hips into hers with a crooked smirk to your lips that easily broke off as a groan escaped your lips. Your clit had rubbed onto hers in a certain way that had the both of you stumbling, if the time spent repeatedly switching from making her hold off from cumming, continuously pushing her off the edge and having her please you as a form of gratitude rather than her initial service didn't exhaust you two enough already.

Whenever you look at her, she always seems to be on the cusp of truly letting go and pleading for you to finally give her the release she needs from your constant minstrations throughout the night, always seems to be on the edge of admitting that you hold the power over her, that you were more than some random client like she joked about.. but she seems to have some extra willpower within her that prevents such sudden declarations.

Doesn't matter, though, because you have the power to simply draw back and leave her on the tipping point.

And when you look at her again, when you see her mouth smudged with lipstick move as she voices out her thoughts, when you see her reach out for her, when you feel just how embarrassingly wet she is...

When you see the Stoneheart at her rawest, without any sort of modification to suit whoever she deigns to interact with, you just can't help but give her a bit more.

Guys I'm a firm believer in Jade having fangs but anyway

Be mean enough to her and eventually she'll crack 🥰🥰🥰 and it'd be RUDE to leave her hanging..........or yk. Leave her hanging 😜 as a way for her to remember exactly how easily you can put her in her place

Either way now she knows FULL well not to get all cocky again unless she wants that hot-and-cold rough treatment again ☺️ and she also knows not to underestimate you ANYMORE what a way to learn not to underestimate someone

[uluvjay]

This is me fixing this request that I originally messed up on

Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister

Warnings?; Sneaking around, secret relationship,arguing, yelling, mad Jack, crying reader, kissing, getting caught, cursing

Hope you enjoyed anon!

Do not repost my works as your own

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“Z! We can’t do this here, someone’s gonna catch us” I laughed as Trevor pulled me onto the boat to help ‘find his AirPods’

“Baby all I want is a kiss and everyones to busy to even realize I never even had them on the boat” he tried to reassure me.

“Fine but only one kiss, and I mean it Trev” I agreed and let him pull me in by my hips

“Mhm, one kiss” he replied before pressing his lips against mine.

It felt good to finally be able to kiss him, sneaking around wasn’t exactly ideal but we’d been doing it the past three summers so we were used to it. The only difference this summer was we were finally dating instead of just being a summer fling.

“Trevor” I whimpered out as he began to place kisses down my neck and his hands had slipped down to my denim covered ass.

“Z you said a kiss, not a make out” I groaned as I pulled him out of my neck and reattached our lips. He pulled back and was getting ready to reply with a smart-ass comment but got cut off by the sound of my twin brothers voice.

“What the fuck?” I jumped away from Trevor and looked up to see Jack standing on the dock.

“Jack! It’s not what it-“ I tried but he didn’t allow me to finish.

“It’s not what it looks like? Because I’m pretty sure I just seen my best friends head in your neck and his hands gripping your ass” he yelled

“Jack, buddy just let us explain” Trevor said trying to get Jack to listen

“Explain what? How your fucking my sister? How you two have been sneaking around mine and everyone’s backs for god knows how long?” He cursed before turning around and stomping back up to the house.

I quickly got out of the boat and raced behind him, I made it to the back door hot on his heals but he still shut the door in my face.

“Jack please just let me explain” I begged as I made it into the kitchen, where of course everyone that was staying at the house was located.

“I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have to say Y/n! Your my twin sister and he’s my best friend! He knew you were off limits and same goes for you! But here we are with you fucking him” he screamed at me.

“Jack please, we’re not just sleeping together we’re in a relationship so please just let me explain” I was crying now, he was my best friend and I had betrayed his trust and done the one thing they had all asked of me, never date a teammate.

“Oh now your dating? That’s just so much better Y/n, I wish I’d know when we were born that you were going to betray me like this” he spit at me before he stormed out of the kitchen and the front door slammed seconds later.

I just stood there frozen for a moment feeling a swirl of emotions at once, Guilt, Sadness, anger, frustration. I couldn’t help that I had fallen for Trevor, I always tried telling myself no but I couldn’t stay away and there was nothing I could do about it.

“One of you two wanna fill me in?” I heard Quinn asked while pointing between me and Trevor

-

It had been two days since Jack had found out about Trevor and I and he still wasn’t speaking to either one of us. We had filled Quinn and Luke in on the entire situation and exactly how everything between us had began.

Luke didn’t really mind, he said he wished we had let them know sooner but as long as we were happy that’s all that mattered. Quinn was a little upset that we snuck around for so long but was glad that we were happy.

I was currently laying on the couch with Trevor talking about things and what we were gonna do. everyone had gone out to golf so we took the alone time to have a private conversation.

“I understand if you want to break up, I don’t want my feelings for you get in the way of you and your brothers relationship” he spoke and I could hear the sadness in his voice.

“Hey no, we are not breaking up. I finally have you after years of being in love with you and not acting on it. We need to talk to Jack when he’s ready and we can go from there”

I could tell there was more he wanted to say but at the sound of the front door opening he shut his mouth placed a kiss on my head.

“Y/n” I heard Jack call causing me to quickly sit up.

“Yeah?”

“Quinn wants us to talk so let’s go because I’m sick of getting yelled at by him” he grumbled

“Uh okay” I got up and followed him to the back deck.

“Ja-“ I began but he cut me off

“I don’t want some stupid apology just tell me how this relationship started” he spit

“Okay, it started a few summers ago it was just a few kisses the first summer and we both admitted we had feelings for each other but he was going off to Boston in the fall and I was going to New York for school so we decided not to continue. It was the same for the following summer but there was a switch last summer, and saying goodbye was a lot harder that time round so when he was in New York in October he took me to dinner and asked me to be his girlfriend”

He didn’t reply just shook his head and stared out at the lake. My leg was bouncing in anxiety I couldn’t take the silence.

“Jack?” I questioned

He let out a scoff before he stood up and started pacing the deck, “So what your telling me is that my Twin sister and Best friend have been sleeping together behind my back for years and you’ve been dating for eight months?”

“Yeah..”

“I can’t believe this” he laughed and began pacing the deck

“I am really sorry Jack but I love him”

He didn’t reply to me for a while and I didn’t press him, this was a lot for him.

“It’s going to take a long time to get used to this Y/n, you two both betrayed my trust” He said looking at me with watery eyes.

“I know and I don’t expect you to be okay with everything so fast”

He finally came up to me and pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t take the emotions anymore and began sobbing into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Jacky” I cried as I clutched him harder

“As pissed as I am, you can’t help who you fall for Y/n” he said pulled away and wiping my tears.

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It was his first day of being assigned to work at the Odessen base. Rexis, a young and aspiring Knight of Zakuul dropped the tray of food he was tasked to deliver upon seeing the empty cell. He started trembling–the fearsome Vaylin was on the loose, and the fearsome Rionnic would punish him for an entire unit’s incompetence. But there was someone in mind who would take the news much better. 

“She’s… she’s gone?”

“Forgive me! I wasn’t assigned on surveillance–they, they should have contacted you b-but I don’t know why they haven’t!”

“It’s alright, take a deep breath. How about you take the day off?”

“But Vaylin…”

“That’s my problem to worry about. I have just one thing I’m asking of you. Please don’t tell anyone else. We wouldn’t want the base to panic…”

“Y-yessir! Thank you–I think?”

The escape hit him in the nerves. He wanted to find her immediately, but Rionnic would know of this sooner than later. His twin was working on his usual paperwork in the office, seemingly unaware of the breaking news. Before telling it to him, he did confirm the Knight’s word by visiting her cell and retrieving the note she left.

“Red… Vaylin… Vaylin escaped.”

“Mm.” Rionnic acknowledged without glancing at his twin.

“You knew?”

“Surveillance told me.”

His lack of reaction wasn’t what perplexed Riornivo the most, it was his lack of action. He thought Rionnic hated her enough to keep her locked away, as evidenced by his attitude the entire time before this. When asked what he has done about it, nothing. The Jedi couldn’t help but to express his confoundment at Rionnic’s nonchalance towards the situation.

“You go find her, then.”

Deciding to not let the conversation turn into bickering, he exited the office and wasted no time on searching for her. Even though the note stated her intention of returning within a few days, what worried him the most was the possibility of her stumbling upon people and both of their hypothetical reactions towards each other. But he trusted her to not turn to violence, a faith he cultivated not out of naïveté, but something deeper . 

His effort started internally. The surveillance team couldn’t produce a clip as Vaylin destroyed every camera from a distance. Another perplexing matter was how she was able to do that, given the cameras were built with Force-resistant material. Perhaps she was just that powerful, or practical. He thanked his employees before proceeding to check the traffic records. It was quite a busy day for the Alliance fleet operating on both military and humanitarian purposes. He tried to narrow down his guesses by comparing the timing of the initial report and travel logs.

Two instances caught his attention. A military and humanitarian run. 

The military objective was to intercept a rogue Mandalorian faction aboard the Spirit of Vengeance. The humanitarian destination was Dubrillion. His mind weighed the probability of Vaylin being in either place and decided to choose the humanitarian option. While on the way there, he couldn’t help but to inquire with his twin about the passiveness.

“I’m busy. Vizla needs me elsewhere.”

“But I thought you were… I thought you wanted to stop her?”

“Do you want it to be blunt or sharp?”

“Wha-”

“Blunt it is. You take on a leadership role. You said you’re busy, you have allies to attend to. But this other urgent matter concerned your-”

“Alright, I get it.”

This time, it was the younger twin who ended the call abruptly. It produced a smirk from Rionnic. Perhaps this was his plan all along? But to what end, and for what, exactly?

“Aulia!” 

Vaylin exclaimed, hushed yet terrified. She dropped the Knight helmet out of shock, while Aulia remained stiff. The gradual change of the child’s face broke her heart, and both of them started trembling for different reasons. 

“You… you did this. Why? Why did our lives not matter to you? Wh-why… Why did you have to take away my leg? My family?” Aulia condemned with fearless tears. Every word out of the child’s mouth felt like blunt force trauma for Vaylin, who finally understood the concept of remorse.

“I… I’m…”

“No reason? For no reason then? Just because you can? If that’s-”

Aulia was cut off by a teenage boy–probably her relative–scooping her up then bolting away, while screaming at her. “Don’t talk to her! Do you want to die?!”

“Wait!”

But that was clearly pointless. Her mind immediately turned to flight response; the two children definitely alerted the others of her presence once they escaped. She needed to do the same, and the Alliance ship wasn’t a good place to hide, lest she would be recaptured. She wasn’t ready to return to her cell yet. Her legs took her to wherever it ran, as long as she disappeared from view. Perhaps she should steal a shuttle to go off-world?

She took a moment to regain her composure, trying to calm her breathing by leaning against a wall. She knew there were people inside of the building, but she believed that she was moving quietly enough. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she couldn’t afford to wipe them off by removing her helmet.

Before anyone could see her, she began moving again. Finding a vehicle without too much  presence around it was difficult, but eventually she managed to find one. The shuttle had an Alliance emblem on it, but what mattered the most was the lack of security. As she quietly approached her objective, a hand on her shoulder startled her to the point of stopping her heartbeat. “Ahh!”

Immediately she drew her lightsaber after stepping away from the person who caught her. She cancelled everything once she realized who it was. It was that smile again.

“Are you alright? Do you need hel-”

He wasn’t given a chance to finish speaking when she threw herself at him, squeezing tight. The armor pieces hitting his body were moderately painful, causing him to flinch. His pain however, wasn’t a priority compared to how tight her arms were around his ribcage. His mind jokingly thought that he should learn how to get better at catching surprise hugs.

“Yes! I need help!” Vaylin whimpered. She released her grip on his body–her hands were now doing the gripping on both of his arms. “Please take me away from here!”

“Y-yes, um, let’s go to my shuttle then.”

She was ahead of him, running in fear. It saddened him to see her this way, but a part of him knew that it was a natural consequence and what makes the journey difficult. But he was determined to help her. When he boarded the shuttle, she was already in the co-pilot seat. The shuttle departed Dubrillion without a single word exchanged between the two. Being in his presence was such a comforting feeling, proven when she unequipped her helmet to wipe the exhaustion off her face. 

“So… where to?” He uttered the first words.

The look in her eyes was empty, finally answering while still zoning out. “Where else… back to prison of course.”

He wanted to question her decision but decided against it. But when he was punching the hyperspace coordinates in, she spoke out again. “Actually, can we go somewhere else first? Anywhere but Odessen…”

“Hmm…” He made a gesture of thinking. Perhaps the waterfalls and beautiful vistas of Makeb could be a calming environment for her? The shuttle jumped to hyperspace shortly after; then landing on a mesa called Frinn. Despite not conversing much, both of them were past the point of awkwardness with each other. What actually silenced Vaylin however, was Aulia’s words repeating in her head.

She was startled into reality again when Riornivo got up from his seat, being stopped in his tracks by her reaction. “Want to explore around?” He softly offered; which was met with her empty gaze. Again, he had to wait for a response. Her eyes wandered around, inspecting the scenery outside, then comparing it to the ship’s interior. Better than to be cooped up inside, she thought.

“Right…”

Reluctantly, she stood up and slid her helmet back on. Both of them proceeded with him carrying a large bag of essentials–as if they were staying or vacationing. He pulled the hood of his robes over, tentatively shrouding his identity. Her sight hung around his hand, wanting to hold it while they walked, but she tightened the grasp around herself instead. The shuttle door opened to the bright weather of Makeb, and the first thing she saw was a house with average reconstruction after the damage caused by the groundquake years ago. 

The Jedi entered the house with a greeting to the elderly Zabrak couple living there. Warm conversations and gratitude were heard when he distributed the supplies from his bag to them. Vaylin’s decision to stay outside was challenged when Rio offered her to come inside, which she declined. Minutes later, he bid farewell and brought Vaylin to their actual destination.

“Those were your friends?”

“Yes, I’m just asking for permission to go to the spot nearby. They keep insisting it’s not necessary but it’s better to let them know.”

It didn’t take long to arrive at an abandoned encampment behind a wall of rocks, complete with the waterfall and some juvenile makrins harmlessly crawling around. Vaylin was awed by the beauty of nature, and the fact that it was secluded enough for privacy. Although she has been on this planet before, this hidden paradise was certainly a welcome surprise. She mentally thanked him for providing a healing environment for her heart and mind. 

“My sister recently cleared this area of the Exchange. They’ve been troubling the people here, including Tumbleweed over there.” As Rio waved gently at the oldest and largest makrin not far from them.

“Are we not… intruding?”

“Don’t worry, she’s a friendly one. She gets visitors every now and then.”

The Jedi started cleaning around the tent’s vicinity, setting up the site for their camping session once again. In her mind, a new dream of going to all of the camping trips with him was born, immediately becoming unattainable. To cherish in however long this one would be, she began stripping the armor parts, leaving only the dark outfit underneath. She felt so much lighter, and the child’s words temporarily vanished from her mind.

“Thank you for taking me here. I love the scenery… Is this secluded enough?”

“No one should be here since they haven’t been informed of the Exchange's defeat,” as he looked around, when suddenly Vaylin’s stomach performed a crescendo. The stale bread from earlier wasn’t enough to offset the amount of exertion she did using the Force. “It’s my turn to cook now!” Riornivo gushed, while pointing a finger up. Vaylin however, was more embarrassed than hungry. 

He began rummaging the supply bag, arranging wrapped vegetables on top of the table on the side of the tent. A small container held the meaty ingredients. Before starting, he washed his hands and vegetables on the nearby creek and flashed her a smile on his way back to cooking. She offered to help, which he tried to decline but ended up assigning her the task of lighting the campfire instead. The part that took long was gathering the wood, while the fire sparked instantly with her force lightning. 

Just like old times.

She chose to sit by the small fire, watching the sparks fly. In the figurative sense, she has stopped hoping for the sparks to fly between them, though the feeling was still deep. There was something bigger than the both of them weighing her down. The sight of him cooking on the fire pulled her away from the dark place she was slowly descending to.

“It smells so good.” She complimented quietly.

“I hope it’ll taste just as good, then.” 

Her smile was sheepish yet sad; while waiting for the soup to boil and meat to marinate, he fetched her water. She thanked him, then the next moment was just quiet. He didn’t feel the need to ask her anything because he wanted her to feel at ease. As for her, it was a mystery about why she was so nervous trying to talk to him, but she managed anyway. 

“How… How did you find me?” 

“I was told you escaped. I studied the ship logs and the humanitarian aid one stood out to me. When I arrived, they were recalling every Knight because someone spotted you there. So… yes, you were the only Knight roaming around.” As he lowered his gaze, displaying a reddish tint on his face. 

She wanted to say how glad she was that he was the one who found her but decided against it. Her mind couldn’t come up with topics to break the silence–what she wanted the most was physical touches of solace, but that seemed inappropriate. All she could take at that moment was watching him cook, looking so desirable yet so… unattainable.  

She shook her head. Riornivo was not an object to obtain, and she already played her hand with a heartbreaking result. But his silence was starting to become unnerving. Her body moved away from the fire, walking towards the rushing waterfall. Before she was too far ahead, he exclaimed;

“I’ll let you know when the food’s ready!” 

The sound of waterfalls around her weren’t enough to silence her mind. Her sadistic laughter upon seeing the mangled people in the recording she took of the bombings was echoing in her skull. She wanted to kill the Vaylin who laughed at dead children. Perhaps what the evil twin did to her was more than justified. Her fingers lightly sparked with lightning, contemplating her next action.

“Vaylin?”

That stopped her in her tracks. That gentle yet deep voice calling her name, caught her again from the abyss. 

“Let’s eat.”

Without words, she moved ahead of him, enticed by hunger. There was a plate already served for her, consisting of glazed meat, grains, vegetables, and a small bowl of soup. The flavor of the first bite was immaculate, increasing her devouring speed. The Jedi beamed upon seeing her seemingly liking his food, but advised her to slow down. He then joined her lunch experience. 

“Thank you for this. It’s delicious.”

Again, he smiled and proceeded to try taking her dishes, to which she declined. “I can wash my own dishes.”

He backed away, the smile replaced with a surprised expression. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be overbearing.”

“You weren’t at all. Don’t take it the wrong way, please.” Her tone was sweeter than usual.

“N-no, of course!”

Watching her eagerly creating a distance between them made him think that she wanted to be left alone, resulting in him choosing the other creek to wash his plates. When they met again by the fire, she quickly put away the dishes before heading towards her previous spot, reinforcing the distant demeanor he was sensing from her. If space was what she wanted, he’d respect that by staying around the campsite in case she needed him.

But the hours passed by without her presence. Concern started growing, as he put down the datapad he was writing with. He had to walk a little further away from the camp to find her. 

Her posture indicated distress. She was hugging her knees, burying her face in it. He slowly approached her, sitting next to the woman he loved. When she finally lifted her face up, he noticed tears on her cheeks. 

“Do you want to talk about it…?” He coaxed, whispery and tender.

“I do... but I don’t know how.”

“Take your time. I’m here.”

Those simple words were so comforting to hear, reducing the difficulty of her brain to articulate her heart. 

“I’m left with two choices, Rio. Either to go back to my old life of imprisonment, or live my life running away from everything…” As she sobbed, choking on her own words.

“And… and do I deserve to even… make those decisions? After all I’ve done? I still want a life for myself… which I don’t deserve! Which I took away from all of those people!”

“Vaylin…”

“I hated her. I hated that I used to rejoice seeing them dead. I hated that I failed to overcome my upbringing–to become something other than… than that. I… I’m ashamed. I’m tired…”

He put a hand on her shoulder, tentatively stroking it. She decided to let go of her self-imposed inhibition to seek shelter in his arms. Whether it was vulnerable or weak, she truly needed his touch and warmth. He was hesitant to close his arm around her, but he too, let go of his inhibition. His fingers lovingly ran through her hair, both of them basking in the wordless moment. The crying took what remained of her energy, steadily drifting off to a slumber.

And he let her rest in his embrace. 

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 37

She had admitted it. Out loud. To a stranger. She said I was her girlfriend, I think to myself while I lay sprawled out on my bed.

"I'm her girlfriend..." I whisper out loud, trying to make it sound real. It is so hard to grasp that I'm officially dating one of the hottest, prettiest, most stunning girls I've ever met in my life.

I roll over in bed to lay on my side. I tuck my hands under my head and stare towards my bedroom window. I have no curtains, so it's a nice clear view outside. The darkness of the outdoors is only relieved by the shine of the full moon and many stars speckled across the sky. The whole night has been replaying in my head, over and over. I've never experienced such a magical night before or one as eventful.

Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian weren't mad that we ditched their performance and understood we did what we had to do. They were just glad Haley was alright and that I gave that guy a lesson.

Nearly the whole town is scared of me and doesn't want to get on my bad side now that they heard of what I did. But, of course, I would never punch anyone unless they were deserving of it. Lots of people aren't going to even think of disagreeing with Haley if I'm around now.

The next morning, I go to do my usual routine. Water the crops, check the chickens, then the mailbox. I don't have nearly as many crops now due to it being fallen and many of my summer crops died off. I never did plant some of this season's crops, but there are a few of the things I really wanted. Plus, I don't have a lot of room on this farm anymore due to me going a bit overboard with my project. It's extended way past the point I planned for it to be. I'm going to have to invite Haley over soon before autumn ends and it all dies off.

I rush inside to write a quick note that I'll leave in Haley's mailbox sooner than later, but when I check my own mailbox, there is yet another letter from Mayor Lewis.

Dear Danny,

One week from today, we are holding the Stardew Valley Fair in the town square!

It's the biggest event of the year, drawing people from all across the country to our humble town.

If you'd like, you can set up a grange display for the event. Just bring up to 9 items that best showcase your talents. You'll be judged on the quality and diversity of your display.

The fair starts at 9 AM... don't miss it!

-Mayor Lewis

"Are you fucking kidding me. I already had a hard enough time picking out one thing for the Luau, now I have to pick nine different things? My Yoba!" I shouted defeatedly, shaking my head in exasperation. I CANNOT catch a break in this town.

But then an idea pops into my head. Last time I had Elliot, Leah, Haley, and Emily help me pick out the items...this time I should get everyone involved. It will be a cute, fun hangout that gets everyone involved and helping if they'd like to.

I ran back inside to start writing invites to put in everyone's mailbox. I have no idea who I am meant to be competing with, so I'm going to be nice and write one for everyone to start. I don't really care if I give away what items I'll be displaying, I just want to have fun and host an event for everyone to participate in. It'll kind of be like my "Thank you for welcoming me into your town" kind of thing.

After each letter has been addressed and folded neatly, I burst out my front door and set off around the town to deliver each note to everyone. My route will start up at the mountains to Robin's place first, and then I'll make my way down to Haley and Emily's place last for no particular reason.

I was up early enough that nobody was awake yet for the majority of my journey. I was able to sneak around town with no one bothering me about what I was doing thankfully. I did take long enough though that by the time I reached Haley and Emily's house, Emily was awake and answered the door when I knocked. I knew that meant Haley should be up now as well, which means I planned my timing perfectly.

"Hey Danny. What brings you here?" Emily greets me.

"I was hoping to invite you and Haley to my place tomorrow to help me gather things to display for the fair. I Invited the whole town to make it a big event, but having you guys there would make it the best," I explain.

As I was explaining, I kept trying to look behind Emily to see Haley. However, she does not make an appearance.

"We would love to go! That is such a good idea to get everyone involved. I'm sure the town would love to do something like that at your farm..."

"But?" I could sense uncertainty in Emily's voice that made me think she was going to say something contradictory.

"But Haley doesn't seem to be feeling so well today. It's hard to say if she will be feeling better tomorrow. The... uhhhh...girlhood fairy paid her a visit this morning if you catch my drift."

"Ahhh I see. Can I come in and see her, or is she not in the mood?" I awkwardly twist my fingers around, hoping Emily will say yes.

Instead, Emily just opens the door wider to let me in. I excitedly bounce my way inside and to Haley's room where I knock gently on the door.

"Emily, I told you to leave me alone for the day!" I hear her shout through the door to me.

"Um... it's actually Danny," I responded.

"Oh! Come in!" Her voice chippers up.

I push open the door to find Haley cozied up in her blankets in bed. Only her head is peaking up above the covers to see me enter.

Being a little too rough, I, for some reason, decided it would be a good idea to dive into bed with her. That causes Haley to groan and roll away from me.

"Oh I'm sorry Haley. I didn't mean to bother you," I utter sadly. "I was just wondering if you want to come over tomorrow and help pick out some display things for me for the fair next week? I invited everyone in town to make it a whole shebang, but if you aren't feeling well enough I understand." I rub my hand along her arm and then wrap her up in an embrace, making sure to put pressure on her lower stomach to help with cramps. I was also hoping my warmth will be helpful as well.

She seems to relax slightly after I do that for her, but she doesn't roll over quite yet. "I'll see how I feel tomorrow," Haley says as she starts scratching my hand that's holding her stomach gently. She takes a deep breath and leans into me.

I let her lay against me for a few minutes before giving her a kiss on her head and getting up.

"I've gotta get everything set up for tomorrow, but I really wish I could stay," I pout as I head for the door. Haley opens up her blanket, revealing a very sheer nightgown. It makes me stop in my tracks for a minute, taking in every aspect of her fine body. I start to involuntarily bite my lip and smirk as I think about staying. I snap out of it as I remember why she isn't feeling well in the first place.

"Hey, that's not fair. As tempting as it is, I'm no vampire," I chuckled as Haley sighs and tucked the blanket back around her.

"I guess I'll let you go then. I'll see you later Danny," she blows me a little kiss and goes back to wallowing in pain.

[lskisms]

friend zone (love zone), s. adamu

syn. carmy stands syd up. you come to the rescue. and so does syd.

gen. romance.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness.

word count. 0.5k.

note. title from friend zone by ab6ix. prompt taken from this list. please feel free to send in a number + a character from any of the fandoms i write for. you'll get a cute little drabble out of it.

[2:34 pm] syd: do you want to try a bunch of different places with me?

sydney’s text is unexpected, but never, ever unwelcome. you pick it up and read it over, glad for a distraction from the paper you’re currently working on for your shakespeare class (it’s not due for another three weeks, but you want to be done with it sooner rather than later). you’ve been slaving away for hours and your fingers are starting to foreign to yourself after spending so long typing away on your laptop.

[2:35 pm] sure, i need a break from this paper.

[2:35 pm] is there any reason you’re restaurant hopping tho?

your friend’s reply comes a few seconds later.

[2:35 pm] syd: carmy and i have been working on the chaos menu today

[2:35 pm] syd: we were going to cleanse our palettes and get some ideas, but he bailed.

[2:36 pm] syd: i don’t really want to be sitting at these restaurants alone, so you in?

you smile to yourself, closing your laptop and standing up. after you stretch your arms and legs, roll your shoulders back to release tension from your spine, you type back a quick reply, telling her that you’re definitely in. you get dressed in what you think is your cutest cold weather outfit and check yourself in your mirror.

[2:38 pm] syd: okay, cool. meet you in front of kasama.

not even twenty minutes later, you see her leaning against the black brick facade, scrolling through her phone and looking moderately annoyed, no doubt at carmen for bailing. when she hears you approaching, though, she looks up and smiles, waving, which you return. the second you reach her, she kneels down and you look at her, confused.

“sorry. just… your shoelaces are untied. um… i didn’t think you noticed, so… you know… i’m tying them for you,” she says, not even looking up as she brushes off the question she knew was brewing. her fingers move quick and nimble, double knotting your converse without a word, strangely intimate in a way that tying shoelaces shouldn’t be but is because it’s her. the smile she wears when she stands back up is a little shy.

“um… thanks, syd,” you reply, tucking some hair behind your ear.

she nods, looks away, looks back at you. there’s a little tension, but it immediately dissipates when she gets back to the reason for you being here.

“so! like i said, carm and i were going to cleanse our palettes, look for some inspiration for the restaurant, but… yeah, he bailed out on me the second i got here, so…”

carmen, from all the interactions you’ve shared with him (few and far between), is a nice guy, for what it’s worth, if not a little spacy and rough around the edges. you like him well enough, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed that he left your friend out to dry like this. still, it’s given you an opportunity to spend more time with her.

“well, i don’t know much about food, so…”

“you’re good company and i could use an outsider’s perspective.” syd smiles at you and nods towards the entrance to kasama.

you let her lead the way.

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

[whoknowsjuno]

What to expect when it’s Virgo season based on your rising sign:

When the sun changes sign it is also transitioning into a new house (especially if you use whole signs). When the sun is transitioning into a new house, the sun is technically showing us which house is our main source of energy coming from. Think of it as the sun shining up that area of our natal chart to focus on. Where does our ego need to be fulfilled?. Using the sun can show you what time of year is best to focus on what, seeing which month is best to handle different areas of your life. You can also see what potential situations you may find yourself dealing with that month, which sometimes is better to deal with. Getting a personal reading gives you a deeper insight for that current year as there maybe an influence in your personal birthchart with the transit sun. But down below is a run through of what is expected for you during virgo season.

Here is what it means for the sun in Virgo transition in the houses based on your rising sign:

ARIES -

This time of year is another good time to take a rest and take time to dive deep into our conscious and subconscious. This time of a year is the best time to analyse and put into action that transformation that is needed for growth. You may find yourself in situations that force you to face your fears. You may feel the urge to keep yourself hidden and find that during this time you are more secretive. Things and information that has been kept hidden may come to light during this time of year especially if people lie to you during this time, later on or sooner than expected the truth will come to the surface. You may also find yourself taking a deeper look into occult topics and the mysteries of why we really are here .

TAURUS -

This time of year you find yourself seeking new discoveries, urges to travel and explore/experience new cultures on longer distanced travels, you may even find an increase in interacting with different cultures and people from different countries. This time of year is also good to look deeper into your religious side and dive into philosophies dealing with religion and the meaning of life. You may go through situations that make you question what you really believe in. You may also find yourself during this time of year expanding your education by achieving new degree’s and certifications.

GEMINI -

Your find yourself focusing on your goals in life during this time of year, analysing what needs to be done to have that clean pristine reputation. You are more likely to behave in a responsible manner this time of year, which is best to organise your goals into a routine that will allow you to achieve it. You are focused on your career this time of year and it shows. When you behave practically you have a higher chance to advanced in your career. You may find yourself working harder to achieve your life goals or focusing on creating your own business during this time of year.

CANCER -

This time of year is a busy social month. You find yourself in situations that allow you to network yourself through friends or through the internet. You find yourself engaging in more social interactions. You may find yourself analysing the way you fit in and perfect any areas you feel can be changed to fit in more. This time of year you want to be break free from your homely duties and be more independent. You may also find that this time of year you are more helpful by contributing some way to charity or offering your services to help others. The best thing you can do this month is prove to a friend that they can rely on you.

LEO -

This time of year it’s best to retreat and embrace your own company. This time of year you may feel like you’re closed off from the world around you, looking for an perfect place to escape too. Take this time of year to meditate and heal your subconscious. Take this time of year to rid any emotional and mental stress. You may find that you lack the energy this time of year and put into situations that force you to retreat back. Virgo season for a Leo rising is all about resting and fixing what is not seen in the physical.

VIRGO -

This is the time of year where you are caught up in your own personal matters, where you may face situations that help you focus on yourself. Making first impression should be good but being too social with out taking some rest could drain you. This is a time where you should invest in a ‘little me time’ without feeling too guilty. Taking that space to help you analyse how you interact with the world during this time will help you grow and become a better version of yourself. Paying attention to where you get triggered helps you become more self aware and help ‘perfect’ the way you interact with others.

LIBRA -

This time of year, how you appreciate and how you value your material things come to focus. You may get urges to buy all the pretty things in your basket as some retail therapy or you realise that you have to much and need a clear out. Either way this time of year should be taken to focus on what material items and values we have that are no longer good for us and throw them out (or give them to charity). Also this time of year is best to work out a routine to balance your finances. Pay attention to your current investments. (It’s best to see if other planets create harmonious aspect to support the transit if you’re looking into making new investments). This time of year you may find yourself in situations that force you to look and revalue the boundaries you have set for yourself.

SCORPIO -

This time of year is a focus on your close community, siblings and friends. The sun is giving you that who boost to keep busy through activities like reconnecting with old friends and seeking new information and research. Finding all this new information and sharing your opinions on them. Also taking mini trips to local places could also be a main focus for you this time of year.

SAGITTARIUS -

This time of year is all about seeking comfort and security in home life. If this is not easy for you it’s best if you take the time out to heal some childhood wounds. The sun is also highlighting an area that shows our ancestral roots, diving into some family history can also help figure out subconscious wounds. This time of year you may find yourself prone to emotional meltdowns as you feel a little more sensitive that usual.

CAPRICORN -

This time of year you may find yourself pursuing more creative and joyful activities. You may find yourself in situations where you are showing of your creative side and talents more than usual. You are more joyful and sharing your joy with others. If you have children you may find yourself caught up tending to them or doing more activities involving them, especially the first born. This is a good time of year to break free from your everyday routine or switch it up a tad.

AQUARIUS -

This time of year focuses on your everyday routine, you take the time to analyse what is working in your daily routine and what is not. You may be out in situations that allow you to show off how versatile you are in your work environment. This time of year you find your self expressing yourself by being efficient and helpful in your daily environments. Becoming more involved at work try not to get involved in gossip and just focus your pride and ego on achieving your daily goals.

PISCES -

This time of year you focus on your 1-1 relationships. You may find yourself thinking of what type of relationship you want/or don’t want, or how to better and strengthen your current relationship. This time of year is the best time to communicate your feelings about an existing relationship or a potential relationship, especially if your single this is the best time of year to go on them dates! This time of year you may find yourself in situations that make you focus on the balance of your social life. You may also want to pay close attention to the people you keep close. This time of year the sun is giving you light to who is fake and who is not. Take time to help your close friends with errands and other things that give you personal power by being of service.

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 27 - Alternate universe

Tags/CW: time travel, multiple POV sorta, open ending

Working in the department that dealt with anything supernatural meant that sometimes the detectives were forced to work particularly tricky cases.

Detective Liam Hill, detective Mark Hales and their CO Alexandrine Carnahan, knew today was going to be particularly tough when they heard about three heroes that had disappeared during a fight with a crazed villain, only to re-appear only five seconds later, wearing different clothes, an array of injuries of various ages that hadn't been there before, and greeting others as if they hadn't seen them for months.

Their explanation? They spent nine months in an alternate timeline trying to find their way back home.

As much as it broke their hearts to see the three young heroes—who they couldn't help but to still view as children—so upset, they still decided to separate the three of them, so they could take their statements individually.

The three heroes in question were Phoenix, Magnetic Girl and March Hare. Captain Carnahan figured Magnetic Girl might be more comfortable talking to a woman, so she invited the girl into her office. Liam had a history with March Hare, so he sat him down in one of their interrogation rooms so they could talk privately, and Mark...well, Mark got along with anyone, so he sat down with Phoenix in their break room with a warm cup of tea.

"Just start at the beginning," he said gently, "tell me what happened."

"I....i-it started normal," Phoenix quietly said, warming his hands on the cup, "or well...as normal as it gets considering we found ourselves in the future all of a sudden. W-we decided to lie low and find Dad— I-I mean, Dr Slade. He sent us to Los Angeles, they invented a time machine, and we went back...b-but everything was horribly, horribly wrong..."

Meanwhile Liam stepped into the interrogation room after grabbing himself a strong coffee, and some hot chocolate for March, only to be greeted with an unexpected hug as he walked in.

"What are you doing, kid?" he asked, trying to ignore the pain of the hot liquid running over his hands after spilling a bit.

"I-I watched you die..."

"...now I've heard everything," Liam said with a sigh, "okay, sit down, tell me what happened."

They sat down at the table, March wiping some tears off of his face, before recounting the same events as Phoenix; They found themselves in the future, they went to Slade for help, and when they returned they found themselves in the wrong timeline.

"The streets were empty, even the weather looked miserable," March said, "but when we ran into dog-catchers... That's when we knew things were beyond fucked up."

"...dog-catchers as in animal control, or dog-catchers as in super-hunting douchebags?" Liam asked.

"The latter," March said, "they tried to grab us, but then uh....Sandra saved us."

"The receptionist from the clinic?"

"Do you know any other Sandras?"

"Apparently you do," Liam said with a shrug.

"And then some," March said, "she had a shotgun and she knew how to use it...and she didn't trust us, so she took us captive and we were interrogated for hours because she didn't believe our story, until we showed her the memory card Tyler gave us — It had the plans for the time machine, he wanted us to bring it to the past so he could work on it sooner and have it locked and loaded in case our situation ever happened again...She decided that a time machine could change the tide of their war....stop it from ever happening in the first place."

"War? What war?" Captain Carnahan frowned confused, looking down at her notes while Magnetic Girl nodded.

"I-it was terrible," she said quietly, "so hopeless they were willing to bet everything on us and getting the plans for the time machine to Tyler...which meant getting us out of the country."

"Was I there?" Captain Carnahan asked, unable to contain her curiosity, "please tell me I was on the winning side."

"I met...uh...the other you briefly," Magnetic Girl said, "I...I'm not sure if you made it. You were with March and his group was attacked. He...he nearly didn't make it, and he didn't want to tell us what happened."

"Damn, that doesn't promise much good," Captain Carnahan said, "but, we're getting off-track. How did it even end up like that in the first place?"

"Apparently the signs had been around for a while," Phoenix said, after Mark asked him a similar question, "supers disappearing randomly, experimented on in secret facilities funded by our own government... Exactly the kind of things we've seen happening here..."

"And now you're worried the same thing will happen here?" Mark asked.

"I-I don't know," Phoenix said, "b-but it doesn't seem so far-fetched now."

"I see," Mark said, "just a few more questions and then we'll call your family to come pick you up, okay?"

Phoenix nodded, taking a sip of tea.

"Okay." Mark said, "So...how long did you say you were stuck in the wrong timeline?"

"T-three months," Phoenix said, "and before that six months in the future."

"So...it took Tyler six months to invent a time machine?" Mark asked.

He couldn't help but to be impressed, he knew a little bit about the complexity of the subject, which may or may not have to do with his favourite sci-fi movies, and today's scientists all agreed that even theoretically time travel was about as impossible as it gets...yet Tyler figured it out in six. Months.

"They scanned us for....particles or something," Phoenix said, "they had all kinds of equipment that we couldn't even begin to understand. They didn't explain it either, we didn't belong there and they were determined to send us home."

"That makes sense," Mark said with a nod.

"I think we could've been back sooner," Magnetic Girl said, now also discussing the time frame with Captain Carnahan, "but March had the memory card with the plans, and he never made it across the border, so we had to go back and rescue him."

"So that's why it took three months to get back to the right timeline?" Captain Carnahan asked.

"Y-yeah," Faline said, "besides having to figure out the math and building the actual machine, we also needed some time to recover. They didn't want to send us back until we could travel safely...just in case."

"Thankfully some things remain the same throughout different timelines then," Captain Carnahan said, "and this memory card that brought you guys home...?"

March quietly placed the plastic case in which he'd been carrying the memory card on the table after Liam asked a similar question.

"The...improved blueprints for a working time machine," he said, "Tyler said they were encrypted in a way that only he could figure out, so that they won't fall into the wrong hands."

"Smart man," Liam said, "you gonna give it to him?"

March looked down at the case, not quite sure what to answer...

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I wish I could go into more detail about this alternate timeline because by GOD it was glorious, but it was never actually written so all the details are fuzzy...

[owlsandwich]

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Thank you @eccaiia for tagging me! I've been editing Darkness a bunch this evening so excited to share something :D

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Here's a fun bit of Julian getting a much-needed lecture from Celica:

“I need to leave the network,” Julian said as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Of course you do. I should have guessed. Your word is dirt, Julian.”

“I’ve been called back to court. My responsibilities outweigh any personal affections, as you should know.”

Celica bristled. “Oh, so Daddy found out and now you’re running home without any consequences.”

“...I’m sorry you weren’t given that option.”

“I’d never have taken it regardless!”

Julian tilted his head, shaking off the snow that had settled in his hair. “I’d thought better of you. Your family’s reputation was all but destroyed.”

"Because of you!" Celica growled. "Advancing our society with kindness and fairness, allowing our people to live the lives they wish — these things were no threat to the court until your father declared them to be. I shouldn't have had to choose!" She rested a hand on the gate, gazing at her home as though seeing something beyond the house before her. "You live in the past," she continued. "Holed up in your mansion, seeing danger around every corner. When will you realise that the world moves on? Time passes whether you embrace it or not, and sooner or later, it will leave you behind."

“Do you really think they don't see you for what you are? You're a fool to mingle with humans. They would gladly kill you if they had the power. I hope you remember who to thank that they don’t. Rowan’s war stories weren’t that long ago.”

“For us, Julian. It’s not long ago for us. For them, it’s generations. Rowan was human once. You’ve turned one yourself. Are you honestly going to stand there and tell me that Oren wanted you dead?”

Julian choked on his reply. “The ones we turn are different. They always have been.”

“Things are always different when they happen to you, aren’t they.” Celica rolled her eyes. “I assume you’re taking him with you, whether he wants to leave or not.”

“No. I need you to keep him on.”

Celica laughed; a snap that resonated down the empty street. “You actually... You genuinely expect me to change my conditions, just for you? Because it suits your purposes?” She shook her head, eyes shining with bitter amusement. "I forget you’re so special, Julian. Everyone’s just waiting to swoop in and clean up your mess."

Julian grit his teeth. “He didn’t choose this, Celica.”

Her expression soured. “I know. He told Ada tonight.”

“Then you must see why I’m asking. He won’t hunt. This will turn him feral!”

“You knew the terms when you agreed to them.”

“You’d sacrifice an innocent just to hurt me.” Julian said. It wasn’t a question.

“If forcing an innocent through an eternity of torment was the price to pay to cause you a mere moment of pain, I would pay it gladly.” Her carefully constructed curls were unwinding in the damp. Sharp fangs glinted at the corners of her snarl, stripping away any illusion of humanity and leaving something terrifying and beautiful.

Julian took a deep breath. “If you truly meant that, you’d never have offered your help in the first place.”

“I offered you assistance because if I didn’t, you’d have to kill him. Were you arrogant enough to think the bond wouldn’t affect you? If I let you break it, whatever illusion of compassion has infiltrated your shrivelled heart would be gone. You’d go straight back to being what you always were. But like this... You’ll do anything for him. You’ll destroy yourself to keep him safe, without me having to lift a finger, and I’m going to drag it out as long as you’ll let me.”

She watched his reaction with the satisfaction of a cat dissecting a bird, and Julian finally understood.

“Please, Celica. I love him.”

“You don’t know what love is, Julian. Because of you, I have to watch the woman I love age and die. You dare compare your feelings to mine just because you decided to get yourself a pet?”

[pacificwaternymph]

35 with pearl? Any iteration of her and with anyone else

"You deserve better than this. You deserve better."

I took a break from these for a little while but now I'm back! Sorry this one's a bit shorter, I'm mostly trying to just get warmed back up after so long without writing them.

"It wasn't your fault, Sausage," was the first thing he heard when he opened his eyes. He was lying on the ground, surrounded by wheat, and staring up at a flawless blue sky. Tiny pinpricks of colorful magic danced around the air, like fireflies.

He sat up, and saw her.

Pearl stood across from Sausage in the golden field. The feathers of her equally golden wings rustled in a breeze which tousled her hair.

She looked as radiant and unshaken as ever. As though the events of the day hadn't affected her at all. Perhaps they hadn't. She was a goddess, after all. She was always a step removed from the affairs of mortals no matter what kind of personal stake she had in them.

"I should have stopped him sooner." The words left him before he even fully processed what they meant. "I should never have left Sanctuary to go to that stupid tea party."

"You were trying to protect our friends. It was a noble pursuit, even if you misunderstood his intentions." Pearl crossed over to him and held out a hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't warn you, my friend."

"It's not your fault." Sausage accepted the hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. "He cut off communication with you."

Pearl nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I should've known he was going to be trouble sooner or later. Maybe I should have dealt with him when I had the chance."

"Or maybe he shouldn't have existed in the first place," Sausage mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

He glanced over at Pearl. "This is an issue that I created, Pearl. I alone am to blame for everything that happened. If past-life me didn't make that deal with the demon, none of this would have happened."

He sat back down in the wheat, and Pearl followed him, wrapping a wing around his shoulder.

"Your past life made a mistake," she said, pulling him in closer. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. But what is more important is that he also tried to fix it. He reconciled with the people he hurt and he did his best to deal with your doppelgänger. It wasn't perfect, but it never needed to be."

"Yeah, it wasn't perfect, and he left evil me alive so that I had to deal with him. So that my son had to deal with me." Guilt curled in his chest. He would be lucky if Hermes ever fully trusted him again. To have someone wear his face and use it to lure him into a trap... to be used as bait... the poor kid could hardly even look him in the eye.

"Hermes is scared of me," he admitted to Pearl. "He pretends like he isn't but... I can see it in his eyes. I'm taking him back to Stratos tomorrow morning, he'll feel safer with his other dad. And then... who knows when he'll feel comfortable enough to come back to Sanctuary."

Pearl was silent for a few moments, before sighing. "It's times like these where I wish I still had a foothold in the mortal world," she said almost scornfully. "I'm sorry, Sausage. You deserve better than this."

His shoulders hunched. "Do I?"

"You deserve better," she emphasized. "Hermes will understand. He might be scared, but he knows, deep down, that it wasn't you. You'll get through this together, I promise."

When Sausage didn't say anything else, she continued. "You can't be blamed for the things you did in a past life, you were a different person back then. And some of the things you did were... questionable, I guess, but hey it's not like you were the only one!"

Sausage snorted.

"No, really! I considered Xornoth a friend at one point! I called them cute to their face!" Sausage looked up, eyes wide. Pearl was grinning like a maniac. "I was so desperate for a sparring partner who could keep up with me I turned to the literal demon trying to destroy the world!" She laughed. "And the best part is that I still miss it! I've not had a fight that good since then, not even when you came up here for a bit as an angel!"

Now Sausage was laughing too, hard enough that his stomach was hurting. He clutched it with both arms, tears leaking from his eyes.

The endless wheat field started to fade around the edges, and he knew he was waking up. He looked over at his friend, seeing her still smiling.

"Thank you, Pearl," he said, gratefully. Pearl nodded.

"Yeah, of course. Anytime, my friend."

Sausage looked out over the dissipating landscape, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

@jaybirbie sent me a request in the replies to write Jon getting mind controlled and Damian breaking him out of it, but I was having trouble not only avoiding writing what other people have written but what I myself have written!

In my fic Dos Oruguitas Jon returns to the present after realizing that saturn girl is mind controlling him to stay with her. It's the start of my little au where freshly aged up Jon and regular Damian spend a lot of time together and are dating. i love this au. I thought about having Irma come back to mind control them again but I didn't want to turn her into a cartoon villain. I just think she's a kid and she doesn't realize how awful she is being, but if he expressly states to her that he hates her mind control and she keeps doing it anyway I feel like that becomes character bashing and i don't want to do the "evil straight woman tries to break up gay couple by seducing bisexual man" trope.

a remedy for all things by WizardEffect has Jon mind controlled by manchester black and Damian snaps him out of it.

Here's my notes anyway, I couldn't really lengthen them out to anything more substantial.

-damian gets captured while jon is being held in a different place with red kryptonite chains, but jon is able to laser off the wall its attached to and drag it with him as he looks for revenge. Damian breaks out and finds jon fighting the batfamily who are trying to stop him from beserker rage killing the people who captured them. Damian flips, jumps, somersaults midair and says “Jon, catch me.” jon goes “Dami!! I missed you so much, i was so worried!” and he holds him bridal style and starts kissing his face and nuzzling him and holding him tight. “Let me cut these off for you, habibi.” Damian says, so Jon sets him on the ground and damian pulls out a dremel and cuts through the kryptonite. “Fly us out–” jon picks him up and soars into the sky “Of here. Heh, wanted me alone that much?” jon kisses him on the mouth. He pulls back “I’m so embarrassed. I just outed our relationship in front of your whole family. And also almost killed some people.” Damian caresses his face. “But you didn’t. And they were going to find out sooner or later.” jon buries his face at the juncture of Damian’s neck and shoulder “But not like this” he whines, “My dad is gonna be so pissed I didn’t tell him.”

I couldn't actually find any other mind control fics without smut so that does show a need for more fics but I just don't feel like i can make this long enough to be worth posting on ao3. I was gonna draw a comic of it but i hate drawing comics actually, they take so much time. and it would have been 3 pages and still not as clear as my text.

[5-7-9]

Saw a comment that said they don’t think they could make it to the end of the year to see unOrdinary’s end. I feel for them. So I think I can guess some events that will happen, patience is virtue but waiting sucks.

First off, prison break obviously, and John and Cameron training arc. Mom past history lore is dispersed throughout, but judging from the season’s ending I actually think she’s getting out as soon as possible, we might see her sooner rather than later.

John’s long time goals is relevant because it's going to be our (readers/audience) goals as well. He has four: Make sure the world knows what the Bureau did to his father and family. Burn the Bureau down. Find his mother and save her. See Sera. Except like I just said, I think we’re gonna see his mom soon, and he managed to see Sera again. So this list is probably going backwards.

I’m unsure if sleep manipulation green haired girl has the ability to see memories, so I’m not sure if she’s actually checking Arlo’s mind. The only thing we’ve seen her do is cause sleep and remove memories. Since we have reference for when Keon replayed memories, we know that the glass shattering effect must be different. I’ll note that we can see Rei in Arlo’s memories. Since we know she can remove memories, I’m sad to say that Arlo is getting brainwashed through amnesia. Since his Aunt pulled strings, I’m assuming we’re gonna regress Arlo’s redemption arc again. Meaning he’s not gonna come with the group when they try breaking him out next season.

It’s Blyke’s memories I’m more concerned about. After rereading I have concluded that Arlo wasn’t given all the secrets like the teleporter or Doc, so I’m not worried about info Arlo could leak. But Blyke does, and considering it only took Terrence a week to possibly leak everything important to Keon who can read memories, then they need to get Blyke out before the end of the week. Problem is that the trio and vigilantes’ hideout is covered by the rich orange haired noobie, when/if Keon identifies him they won’t have their hideout anymore. They gotta ditch their place again, and won’t have any money resource to pull from anymore. Well, except for Cameron and I guess Spectre, but that’s new territory and after everything Spectre put them through is gonna be awkward. I guess after their branch of Spectre saves Blyke they’d have to come to an agreement. Basically the trio vigilante group stays with Leilah’s Spectre branch (edit: Neil) while John stays with Cameron and Sera goes back and forth. However they break out, I’m not sure how but the spider claw (Rein) might help or get helped idk, it is a prison break after all. Prison escape riots are always the best distraction. Then again if we’re going with my theory of them joining with Spectre, I’m not sure she’d be keen on staying again although she is forced to with nowhere else to go. After this is when we’ll see Jane maybe, to join in on the family and government lore and also training arc.

So since Blyke is fine but Arlo isn’t coming, we need to figure out how to undo his brainwashing. The only person that could and would is the old Headmaster who previously escaped. This is where Kassandra comes in, who has to be looking for him. So the group has to join with Kass secretly. Then the main cast will have to retrieve Arlo from the Bureau again and gain his memories back. (This, or Cameron can figure it out, I actually didn’t think about that until now since the plot works better like this… surely there’s more than those three psychics right???). The worrying part is what Arlo is going to do in the meantime, I don’t think the group or Arlo himself will forgive himself. I didn’t even consider that they wouldn’t realize Arlo is brainwashed either… *chews on thumb* 😬 they might need convincing and proof that they need to save him again. If possible, Kass might be able to. Or rather, Kass is gonna help do all the unbrainwashing herself, the group isn’t gonna be there at all. Okay, basically i was worried the main cast needed to break Arlo out again with all their resources again, but if Kass is going to do it then we don’t need to worry about that as she has easier access.

all the while the New headmaster (edit: Sylvia) ruins everything again, the classmates John and Sera trained and the Safehouse members and others who read unOrdinary might become vigilantes too. We’re not gonna get lots of attention at the school anymore, but I bet the students will come back to being relevant. A school of vigilantes? Sounds cool. I think it would be better for them to quit the school while they’re still going, so that they won’t get fed up with the rules. Oh, I almost forgot Zeke, he’s the next in line for King… crap. Okay, but Cecile is also the next in line… She might be forced into the position as Queen. She still has a few months and this plotline sure as heck isn’t gonna be pretty if this new/ex headmaster’s reign goes on. Every day counts for a new rule change. They have to work faster. The school might start an uprising secretly, I hope they work together because they aren’t gonna beat the new/ex headmaster no matter what. At the very least, everybody turns and jumps Zeke. He’s been the punching bag for a while now and it doesn’t seem like it’ll stop.

Orrin wasn’t exactly captured yet… so we still need to cover that basis. Since I think after Sera disabled Terrence, Spectre’s disabler might be their only winning chance against the Bureau. We can finally use the half-ing pulse beam against the government instead of being on the receiving end of it. Spider gurl (edit: Rein) and teleporter designated cab guy (edit: Kayden) will figure Orrin out, but we’re gonna see water boi and clone girl again. Not sure of their outcome. Since we have a cure, we’ll feel less worried about disabling or getting disabled ourselves.

Finally, either after beating Orrin or whatever, they can finally focus on besting the government. Vigilante riots break out across the city, this is the epic battle, the civil war!!! I think getting the world to know John’s dad and beating the Bureau is gonna happen together. unOrdinary is the final piece that will take down the trust in the government. old Headmaster (edit: Vaughn) might come back for the new government after everything.

I hope I get to see unOrdinary’s season 3 finish. Heres to waiting.