#like i’ve been moving !!!! i do not have energy to reply to most things and being made out to be the bad person for it is actually ridiculou

[bluebearial]

Untitled Short Story Where You Get Cold

Contains TF (plush), intimacy, and a lot of snuggling.

2.5k Words

I couldn't think of a good title for this!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!! But you're cold, and you need some snuggles. Jot that down

Docs version here.

Another day, another dollar.

Working from home isn’t the worst thing ever, you suppose. Looking past the mist on your window only serves to reaffirm your decision. Rain comes down in torrents, which are only briefly broken up by the odd gust of wind. You wouldn’t want to drive in that.

Your eyes drift back to your screen. You squint, keeping your eyes from glazing over. Database management isn’t the most intellectually stimulating, and that’s putting it lightly. It only takes a few keystrokes to ensure that company data is labeled properly, before you move on to the next task.

However, it isn’t long before you find yourself tucking your hands under your arms. What a day for the heat to give out in the whole building…

You figured that maybe a pipe had burst, or maybe the whole system was down for maintenance. Either way, it was cold.

As you lift your legs up into your seat, tucking them against your body, you think back to your time out with Lupa on Halloween. You think about your time spent wearing her, how warm she was inside… You met a cute girl or two as well, if you recall correctly.

There’s also what happened later in the night… By the time you’d gotten home and taken Lupa off, you’d been transformed into a plush wolf, much like her. …Or maybe you were a fox? You hadn’t the opportunity to check all that closely before you two snuggled up with each other. You’d never known that spending so much time with your girlfriend would cause her to… rub off on you in that way. Untucking your hands, you look down at them. You’d kinda wished the transformation wasn’t temporary... Sure, you’d have to navigate being a plushie, but you’d be so warm and cute… Feeling the cold creep up your fingers, you tuck them back under your arms. Oh, if only you still had those soft, brown mitts…

Your chair lurches forward as something leans on it, nearly pushing you into your desk. You look up, brushing your head against something soft. A wolf’s muzzle greets you.

“’Sup?”, comes the wolf’s casual, familiar greeting. “You, uh… You good?”

“Oh, hey Lupa,” you reply, a wavering little smile gracing your face. “I’m doing my best!” You untuck your hand to offer a thumbs up, silently regretting it almost immediately. Oughh, so cold…

“You sure?” She puts her massive paws on her hips, adjusting her plush weight with a fabric rustle. “You don’t have to lie to me, babe. I’ve been watching you, and you don’t exactly… look like you’re havin’ a good time.”

“I’m fihhheeeyy…” You try to protest, but a monolithic paw comes down upon your head before the words have a chance to escape.

“Don’t lie to meeeeeee.” She lets out a soft, playful growl as she grinds her cushy pawpads into your hair.

“Alright, alright,” you surrender, turning in your chair and putting your hands on her paw. You’ll admit it… “I’ve been cold.”

“Is that all?” She looks incredulous. “It’s not that cold in here, is it?”

“The heat’s been out all morning!” You fire back, “How did you not notice? …Oh, wait. You’re covered in fur.” She snickers.

“Ha! Guess I am, huh? And, you know…” She hooks a stubby claw into the collar of her green turtleneck sweater, offering you a blushy smile. “There’s this lil’ thing you got me. Pro’lly helps.”

Seeing her makes you blush. You’re glad she likes it… It wasn’t exactly easy finding a sweater for a wolf her size.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” As you blush, her paw returns to your head, “Why don’t we snuggle up, huh? No use in you sittin’ out here all alone.”

“W-We could, but…” You open your mouth to offer an excuse of some kind, but you just can’t find the energy to. The way her humongous paw rubs along the side of your head, plastic claws lovingly scritching into your scalp… It’s disarming, calming. The sounds around you seem to muffle and lose definition… For the first time today, you feel… warm. By the time you reopen your eyes – you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them – you’re greeted by a smugly grinning wolf.

“But what, huh?” She asks all too innocently, swaying her hips and swishing her tail.

“Hmmm… Nothing…” You sigh contently.

“Nice! Thought not.~” She lilts. “Come on, let’s—” She only pauses for a beat. When she lifts her paw from your head, she glances up slightly, and her grin only widens.

“…Yeah, I think this’ll work. C’mon, you.~” Before you can question it, her massive, soft arms wrap around you and she’s already carting you off to your room. At least you can hear again. What was up with that?

You can’t help but feel like a child whenever Lupa carries you, especially when you’re under her arm like this. She gives you a reassuring squeeze, smushing half of your face into the side of her generous, sweater-clad chest. Eventually, you end up on her bed.

Your bed, sorry.

It may as well be her bed, though, with how much space she takes up nowadays. Some nights, you find it easier to just lay on top of her. She definitely doesn’t mind it… Today, though, it looks like she has a different plan in mind as she gently sets you down among the blankets, crawling into bed after you. You could feel her loom over you… As you roll a bit, trying to get comfortable, you hear her snicker.

“You’re like a little bug, dude.”

You stop in your tracks.

“Wh—What? What’s your problem?” You ask, brow furrowed as you sit up.

“I don’t got a problem!” She puts her paw up, “I just think you’re small, squirt. But that’s okay, I can help with that.”

You puff your cheeks. Something’s up, you can feel it.

The wolf lays down next to you, reaching up to caress the side of your face. Just like that, your suspicion melts like ice under the sun, and you lean into her polkadotted pawpad. That warmth returns as you close your eyes, and you feel yourself being guided down toward the rest of her body. You didn’t need to see – after all, she was a mattress in her own way. Hard to miss. Your chin rests against the soft material of her sweater. It feels warm, but strangely artificial. You yearn to get closer to her. Thankfully, she grants your wish, and you feel it slide against you as she lifts it by the hem, lowering it behind you. You push your head through her sweater’s collar, brushing up against her snout.

You open your eyes – only a crack – and the sight of her pouty, dark lips greets you. She’s already kissing you, leaving ghosts of warmth wherever her lips touch. A feral little growl, and she pinches your cheek between her plastic teeth, before giving it an apologetic lick. It didn’t hurt, but you appreciate the feeling of her satin tongue all the same. Her paw returns to its familiar spot atop your head, pushing you down against her supple body. You cling to her as best as you can, sifting your fingers through her forest of white and grey fur. You’re always surprised by the amount of ‘give’ her body has as you hug her, squeezing her layers of fur, foam, and cotton.

As your chin settles in her cleavage, she begins to pet and stroke you. Front to back, front to back, she settles into a comfortable rhythm… You close your eyes again, letting out a sleepy little sigh. Her paw glides over your head, your ears, over and over and over again, and you lay there, dozing as you idly squeeze and grope at your girlfriend. The more she pets you, the deeper you fall into your idle haze. You feel softer…

 At some point, you aren’t sure when, she’d freed you from the cozy confines of her sweater. As big as it is, it was still a bit tight on her it seemed. Through the haze, you wonder if you should’ve gotten her the XXXXL instead… You do nothing to stop her as her paws dig underneath your sweatshirt, though you shudder as her fluffy digits contact you directly. They gently glide across your skin, leaving trails of glowing warmth in their wake. Something itches, but you ignore it. You squeeze her some more, noting how your hands possess a certain ‘give’ to them.

“You look adorable, babe.” When you open your eyes, she’s in the process of lifting herself off of you. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy…” You muse, putting a darkly furred hand up to your cheek… A numb sense of surprise spreads over you like a weak breeze, and you sluggishly look at your other paw. Watching the seams shift as you flex your stubby digits. You lift your shirt, gazing down at the plum and cream fur that was steadily growing in over your front. You were sure that your fur had spread all across your back too… Wherever Lupa’s paws had strayed, there was that warmth. And wherever there was warmth, change came with it… In fact-

Yeah. You reached up to the top of your head to find a pair of tall, pointy, twitching ears. Were they there the entire time…?

Meanwhile, Lupa settles onto her knees. She hooks a finger under the hem of her sweater - and she lifts it up to really give you a show. Her white tummy looks especially chubby today, thickly padded and covered in freshly brushed fur. As she pulls her sweater up, she briefly drags her bosom with it, before it falls free and settles with a bounce. The real difficulty comes when her sweater snags on her snout. She wrestles with it for a moment, before popping free.

She twirls her clothes around her finger, straightening her hair with her other paw. Soon, she’s balling that thing up and tossing it in the air, catching it in her jaws. Swallowing it whole, you watch its outline sink down into her depths.

“Don’t gimme that look,” she teases, wiping her paws on her chest, smoothening her fur out, “Trust me, I love your gift, babe. It looks cool on the outside, but… I’ll get more use out of it inside me anyway.~ Now let’s finally get you all warmed up, hmm?”

Weren’t you warm already…? Between the fur and these paws, you’re feeling pretty comfy… She looms over you, though, raising herself slightly so her shadow completely envelopes you. You blearily look up at her, wondering just what she was planning to do. The wolf raises her paws, sticking her tongue out as she leans. Then, like a tower, she begins to fall.

“Better get ready! Here I come~!”

Wait. Wait—

PWOOMF.

Everything is dark. You can’t see- you can hardly move. Something soft is compressing you down into the sheets, keeping you nice and still. It moves every now and then, probably getting comfortable, and grinding you further down into your bed in the process. You lay there, enveloped in stuffy warmth, breathing in your girlfriend’s linen scent. You take a deep breath of thick, plush-smelling air. You greedily fill your lungs with it – or whatever you have that passes for lungs now – before letting it back out. Another shift, and your face is forced between her pillows, cementing the fact that you’re totally smothered in downy, grey softness.

You wag your tail. Did you have a tail before now? It doesn’t matter. It swishes, betraying your joy and hazy euphoria. Your thoughts begin to slow…

One moment bleeds into another, and you aren’t sure how long you spend down here. It almost seems frivolous to keep track. It’s much easier to just lay there… But at some point, light hits your eyes, breaking you out of your slumber. You could feel yourself regain your shape, and a sense of cognizance comes with it. You must’ve been nearly squished flat under her.

“Aaaaafternoon, hun,” comes that sweet, sleepy voice, “Had a good nap?” You simply nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You could listen to her all day. “Still cold?~”

Oh, right. The heat was out, wasn’t it? You briefly pat yourself down, barely sitting up enough to get a good look at yourself. When she fell on you, she must’ve completed your transformation in an instant. You look a lot like her now. You’ve gained a few pounds around the middle, and a lot on your hips. Your hair looks a bit shaggier too, but that’s probably because of what just happened.

You feel… bigger too, and not just because you’re as thick as a mattress now. As you sit up and turn to rest your footpaws on the floor, you realize how much height you’ve gained. You’re almost as tall as your girlfriend, but not quite.

Oh, right. Her question.

“The cold? Neeever heard of it…~” You lilt, looking back at her with a toothy grin. Wow, your voice is a little deeper too. Lupa snickers, crawling closer and wrapping her arms around you from behind. Her lips end up on your cheek, and you could just swoon right there.

“…Guessin’ you gotta go back to work now, huh?...”

What a weird question. You tilt your head at her, before it clicks. Right. Work.

Right… Work…

You’d almost forgotten. Your shoulders fall as you let out a groan (more of a growl, really). Plushes shouldn’t have to work…

“Yeah, I guess so…” You sigh. You stand up with a groan, and wow you really have gotten taller. “I’ll see you soon, Lulu.” You look back at her with a little smirk, and she replies with a little wave.

--

You sit back down at your desk, blushing as you find yourself struggling to fit between the armrests. It’s pretty late in the day now, but you figure you could knock out another hour of work before clocking out. As you begin to type, however, you realize something. Your paws are way too big for your keyboard. You’re, like. Pressing at least 5 buttons at once here.

You roll your eyes as you flip your computer shut. You can’t type with mittens like these! How silly of you! But hey, at least you’re not cold anymore.

…You figure that you’ll just start again in the morning. Assuming this wears off in the morning.

And considering how long you were snuggling your girlfriend, you get the feeling it’ll last a good while… (In fact, you hope so.)

For now, you deserve some more quality time with your girlfriend. So with a little effort, you get up, nearly taking the chair with you, and you set off to find her. You’re a plushie, and every cotton fiber of your being wanted to snuggle.

[avichor]

interacting and writing with people here is a two way street and i’ve noticed a lot of the times that people who complain about nobody writing with them, are the ones not putting forth any effort to initiate nor maintain interactions. why is the burden put on someone to reply to your messages or content expeditiously if you do not do the same? i’m genuinely tired of the victim complex people set up for themselves here and i won’t entertain it anymore

[thef1diary]

Yes, Sir | L. Hamilton

Kinktober 2/11 ~ Sir Kink

Summary: Lewis’ dominant yet tender energy sets the tone of the night, which meant one thing, you’d only refer to him as “sir”

warnings: 18+ smut, soft dom!lewis, sub!reader, blowjob

wc: 1.7k

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You stood by the window in his luxurious hotel suite, gazing outside. Though the city below is alive with muted sounds—people stumbling out of bars, traffic gathering on the roads—the night feels silent from your perspective. None of it really registers as you’re lost in thought, your mind elsewhere. The room feels empty without him, but you know that will change soon.

The soft click of the door opening pulls you from your reverie, and as you turn, it’s as if the entire room suddenly comes to life. Your eyes lock onto him immediately. There he is—Lewis, exuding that effortless charisma, his tailored suit hugging his athletic build in all the right places.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets, his voice a smooth velvety drawl that sends shivers down your spine.

“Lewis,” you respond, your voice barely above a whisper, already breathless. It’s as if you hadn’t expected him to be there, yet you were undeniably waiting for his return.

You can feel your pulse racing as removes his blazer, and undoes a couple buttons of his dress shirt. He steps closer, his presence filling the space between you, making the room feel smaller. There’s an energy to him tonight, a tension that you can feel thrumming in the air. He closes the distance between you in a few confident strides, stopping just inches away from you. His gaze is piercing, studying you with an intensity that makes your knees feel weak.

“You’ve been thinking about me,” he murmurs, his tone low, almost predatory. It’s not a question—it’s a statement.

You can only nod, your voice caught in your throat. There’s no point in denying it; he always knows. He’s always had that effect on you.

“Good,” he says softly, reaching out to brush his fingers along your jawline, the touch is tender yet possessive. “Because I’ve been thinking about you too.”

The words sent a jolt of desire through you, pooling heat low in your belly. “You were?” You manage to ask, your voice barely steady.

Lewis raises an eyebrow, a look of disbelief crossing , but then his gaze darkens, and he tilts your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice firm, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re always on my mind. You have no idea how tempted I was to leave the party, knowing you were here waiting for me.”

His words hang in the air, laden with unspoken desire. The thought of him, mingling with others while his mind was fixated on you, sends a thrill through your body. The way he looks at you now—like you’re the only thing that matters—makes your breath hitch.

“I couldn’t wait to get back to you,” he continues, his voice dipping lower. His fingers trail down from your chin to your throat, then lower, teasing the edge of your collarbone. “The whole time, all I could think about was being here with you, alone.”

“Tonight,” he murmurs, his voice wrapping around you like a velvet command, “you’re going to listen to every word I say. Understood?”

“Yes,” you breathe, the anticipation thrumming through you like a live wire, electrifying every nerve.

His eyes narrow slightly, and he doesn’t move, waiting, his silence expectant. The moment stretches, taut with tension, until his hand suddenly finds your nipple through the silk of your robe. He pinches it just hard enough to make you gasp, the sensation sharp, a clear punishment for forgetting something crucial.

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, the words feeling both thrilling and dangerous on your tongue.

A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips, his eyes glinting with approval. “Good girl,” he purrs, and the praise sends a wave of heat through you, your body humming with need, your breath catching in your throat.

Lewis leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and teasing against your skin. “You know what I want, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” you reply again, your voice quivering with a heady mix of arousal and nerves.

His hands slide down your sides, firm and possessive, claiming every inch of you. He guides you closer to the bed, his hands resting on your back, fingers splayed out, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin silk of your robe.

When you reach the bed, Lewis turns you to face him, his tattooed hands deftly undoing the silk knot of your robe. The fabric parts, revealing the delicate lace lingerie beneath. His eyes darken with desire, his gaze devouring you as you shrug the robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silken pool at your feet.

Without a word, he guides you down, his hands firm on your shoulders as he lowers you to your knees in front of him. The plush carpet feels soft beneath you, grounding you as the world seems to narrow to just this moment, to just him.

Lewis sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans back slightly, his legs spreading just enough to give you space. The look on his face is pure authority mixed with a desire that makes your mouth go dry.

Eager to please him, you reach for the waistband of his pants. With careful precision, you undo the button, your fingers grazing his skin as you pull down the zipper. He lifts his hips as you tug the fabric down his legs, revealing the black boxers that cling to his body. Tossing the fabric aside, you gaze up at him and your lips part in awe. The sight of him, so powerful and commanding, makes your mouth water with anticipation.

You inch closer, your eyes still locked on his as you press a soft kiss to the bulge straining against his boxers. The warmth of him seeps through the fabric, and you can’t resist the urge to nuzzle against him. Your lips and nose brush against the outline of his cock as you shift your head slightly and close your eyes.

A low groan escapes him, and his fingers tighten in your hair, a silent encouragement that sends a thrill through you. Emboldened, you continue your exploration, mouthing at him through the thin fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. The scent of him fills your senses, intoxicating and unmistakably him, and it makes you dizzy with desire.

You glance up at him, your eyes wide and filled with need, seeking his approval. He looks down at you with a smirk playing on his lips. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through you. "Show me how much you want it."

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you respond by pressing your lips more firmly against him, your tongue darting out to taste him through the fabric. The texture of the cotton is soft against your lips, but you're craving more—craving the feel of him, bare and hot, in your mouth.

“Take them off,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, Sir,” you murmur, pressing a final kiss to his bulge before hooking your fingers in the waistband. Slowly peeling the fabric down, you feel his muscles tense beneath your touch as you free his cock.

Without hesitation, you lean in, taking him in your mouth. The heat of him against your tongue is intoxicating, his taste driving you wild. You work him slowly at first, savouring the way his grip tightens in your hair, the subtle groans of approval spurring you on.

His hips begin to move in time with your rhythm, his control slipping as you feel the tension build in his body. His deep, commanding voice cuts through the air as he moans your name, mingling it with that title you love to hear from him. "Just like that, sweetheart. Don't stop."

You nod slightly, your eyes never leaving his as you continue, the intensity between you growing with every passing second. His praise, his control, his approval—it all drives you, fuels your need to please him, to be his good girl. The words "Yes, Sir," become a mantra in your mind, guiding your every move as you push him closer to release.

When he finally reaches his climax, the sound of his deep, guttural moan sends a wave of satisfaction coursing through you.

You swallow every drop, feeling a sense of pride in knowing you've given him exactly what he wanted. As his breathing slows, he pulls you up onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice filled with warmth and satisfaction. “Putting my pleasure before your own.”

You shake your head, a slight smile on your face. “I like pleasing you, Sir.”

Lewis hums in approval, his hand finding its way to your cheek. He pulls you in for a kiss, his lips warm and demanding against yours. The kiss is slow at first, almost tender, but there’s an underlying hunger there, a promise of what’s to come. You melt into him, feeling his strength, his control, the way he guides you even in something as simple as a kiss.

When he finally pulls back, his thumb strokes your bottom lip. “You’ve been so patient, so good for me.”

His hands trail down your body, caressing your skin as if memorizing every curve, every dip. “I think it’s my turn to make you feel good, to take care of you.”

You shiver in anticipation as his hands move lower, slipping beneath the delicate lace of your lingerie. The fabric feels fragile under his touch, like it might tear at any moment, but he pauses, connecting his gaze with yours.

“What do you say?” He waits for your approval, and you obey instantly, nodding with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“Yes, please, Sir,” you nearly whimper, causing a smirk to tug at his lips.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs, placing tender kisses down your throat, while his hand unhooks the clasp of your bra.

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[ginax0916]

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Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Genre - Fluff :)

Synopsis - Reader is a shy introverted person, she rarely adds on to convos. But when she finally tries to she’s ignored, but Chris is the one willing to listen to her.

I’m someone who doesn’t really talk. Not because I can’t, just because I choose not to. I just feel like I really have nothing to say. I just sit there and listen to others. It’s the way I prefer it.

I’ve been friends with the triplets for over 2 years now. But with them it’s a little different. I do talk when I’m around them, I just feel more comfortable. They always let me speak; unlike with big groups of people they tend to ignore me or just not care for what I have to say. And I guess I understand it. I mean I’m a quiet person, my voice in general is quiet. Why would anyone want to listen to what I have to say?

“N/n you ready to go?” Chris asks, calling me by my nickname.

“Uh yea I’m ready” I nervously respond. We were all going to some birthday party for one of the triplets friends. I don’t really know them but I was invited too and since the triplets are going I guess I am too.

“You ok?” Matt asks noticing my nerves.

“Yea why?” I reply trying to hide my emotions.

“No reason” He rubs my arm and walks away to the car.

I look around as we enter the house. It’s quite big, it’s filled with balloons and decorations all over. The neon lights making it hard to see the colours of things. It’s loud. Very loud. Too loud for my personal liking. Chris on the other hand is already talking to half of the people here. I’ve always admired him. The way he can just talk to everyone so easily is mind blowing to me. And everyone around him just seems to like his energy. I don’t understand how he does it. But I’m sure his looks have definitely something to do with it.

“Matt and I are gonna go look for Larray, are you ok staying with Chris or do you wanna come with us??” Nick asks me knowing I don’t like to be alone at parties.

“I can stay with Chris I don’t mind” I smile back as they nod and walk away.

“Chris?” I quietly say tapping his shoulder.

“Hm? You ok? Where’s Nick and Matt?” Chris asks starting to panic a little.

“I’m ok, I was just gonna ask you if I could stay with you because Matt and Nick went to look for Larray” I reply back, looking down at the floor intimidated by his stare.

“Of course you can stay with me. We’re all gonna go outside to talk come on” He smiles and I grab on to his arm as we move to the outside patio.

This is the part I hate the most. The talking. Makes me look like an idiot who can’t speak. Not to mention I look like a child holding on to Chris’s arm for dear life because I’m too scared to let go. He doesn’t seem to mind, but the stares other girls are giving me are telling me for some reason they mind.

“No yea I agree dude like I can’t believe she would do that to him”

“So what are you guys doing for summer? We should throw a big summer party and the beach”

“Did you guys hear about the tea with Kate and her boyfriend??”

I try and tune out all the different convos that have been happening. I have nothing to say about them. Until one. Kate is my best friend. I know everything that’s happening with her and her bf. Should I say something? I can’t. But I really want to. My mouth twitches. I want to talk I really want to.

“Y/n aren’t you like best friends with Kate?” Some girl asks me.

“I- I am yea” I stutter. Already growing nervous with all the eyes looking at me.

“So like is it true that she fucked another guy and cheated??” The girl asks smiling.

“What? No she didn’t” I reply quietly my hands sweating and slightly shaking. I feel Chris rub my arm, drawing little shapes with his fingers as if he’s telling me to relax.

“Yea she did I know she did” She says laughing.

“N-no that not what happened. It w-was the other way around” I stutter again, feeling embarrassed.

“Why do you stutter so much? Did the cat get your tongue?” She spits out giving me and nasty look.

Everyone laughed. Every single person there laughed. All looking at me judging me. I want to cry. There’s tears pricking at my eyes. My throat closes up. I hate this all I wanna leave.

“Dude what the fuck leave her alone” Chris raises his voice at the girl.

But before I can hear what that bitch has to say I get up and speed walk away to somewhere quiet.

Tears run down my face as I go upstairs and find an unlocked room. I go to the balcony and sit on the chair with my knees up to my chest. My heavy breathing filling up the room. How pathetic of me? Having a panic attack over talking?

“Oh baby” I hear a familiar voice say. I look up with tear filled eyes and see Chris approaching me with a small comforting smile on his pretty lips.

“C’mere” He opens his arms up to me inviting me into his warm embrace. Without a thought I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head on his stomach since I’m still sitting down.

“It’s ok, you’re ok. Breathe for me yea? Nice and slow. Just like that pretty girl” The praise giving me butterflies as I follow his instructions which help me calm down.

He suddenly picks me up with ease and sits on the chair I was once on. I stare at him confused for a second; he chuckles and grabs my hips making me sit on his lap sideways. Chris then holds my head with one hand keeping it close to him, and rubs my back with the other hand.

“I’m listening ma” He smiles. I blush at the nickname and look down.

“No no none of that, don’t shy up on me” Chris laughs and tilts my chin up for me to look at him.

“Will you really listen or are you just saying that because I’m crying?” I say quietly as I sniffle and nuzzle my head into his neck.

“Of course I will listen, I want to hear your pretty voice” He rubs my knee in a comforting way while smiling down at me.

“Ok well first it’s not true what that girl said because you know Kate she wouldn’t do that” I started off.

Chris only stared at me in adoration with the biggest smile on his face. He’s the one that truly listen to me.

“But then she found his phone and saw the text!” I kept on going on about the story till the end of it.

“Well now I know the truth ma” He says using that nickname again.

“Mhm” I hum blushing because of the nickname.

“It’s cute when you blush after I call you ma” He laughs making me blush even harder.

“Come on let’s go find Nick and Matt so we can go home and watch a movie yea?”

I tried to do something diff and wrote about Chris cuz I just felt like it would be fun yk. So I’ll be doing fics about the Sturniolos too so pls pls request anything I’m in need of ideas I beg 😣🙏

[hoonven]

IS IT NEW YEARS YET?

1.2K ⸺ a christmas hater and a christmas lover find themselves in the kitchen of a cozy apartment, trading sarcasm, small talk, and maybe a little more

PAIRING! yang jungwon x female reader

GENRES! fluff, comedy, frenemies trope

PLAYLIST! is it new years yet? by sabrina carpenter

WARNINGS! reader doesn't like christmas, reader drinks cocoa, mention of food

December is a prison.

Everywhere you look, someone is trying to shove some holiday cheer down your throat. You hate it. The blinding, glittering lights and tinny jingles that cause a headache trying way too hard to convince you that this is the most wonderful time of the year.

The relentless cheer, the endless loop of Mariah Carey in every store, the corny hallmark movies, inflatable Santas, and people pretending eggnog is drinkable and fruitcake is edible. You don’t buy it. For you, December is just another month to survive, one suffocating under an avalanche of forced cheer and bad decisions disguised as tradition. The holiday shoppers, the sweaters, the increase of whining children—it’s all too much.

Yet here you are, trapped in a Christmas Eve party that feels more like a hostage situation. You’d planned on staying home with a glass of wine and a movie that didn’t feature talking reindeer or falling snow, but your friend—if you can even call her that—insisted. And because you have a masochistic streak, or maybe just a lack of willpower, you showed up.

You’ve stationed yourself in the kitchen, it’s quieter here, a sanctuary compared to the crowded living room packed with people you barely know, all laughing too loudly and swapping gifts you’re certain will end up in a landfill by February.

You’ve been hiding out here for the past twenty minutes, nursing a drink and hoping no one will notice your absence. Arms crossed, leaning against the counter, glaring at the glittery centerpiece on the table like it personally offended you.

“Well, if it isn’t our resident holiday killjoy.”

You don't have to look to know who it is. The voice is unmistakable—light, teasing, and annoyingly smug.

Jungwon.

You glance at him anyway, because ignoring him won’t make him go away.

He’s leaning against the doorway, his ridiculous Christmas sweater somehow managing to look good on him. It’s got a snowman with googly eyes, and you want to hate it, but the worst part is you don’t. His grin is as infuriating as always—bright, mischievous, and unbothered, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in your expression that screams don’t talk to me.

“And here I thought you were too busy decking the halls to notice me,” you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He smirks, stepping into the kitchen like he owns the place. “Oh, I noticed you. You’re kind of hard to miss when you’re the only person in this joint giving off Scrooge energy.”

“I’m not giving off Scrooge energy,” you snap, though you are. “I’m avoiding unnecessary human interaction, which, by the way, you’re currently ruining.”

Jungwon doesn’t take the hint. He never does. Instead, he grabs a cookie off the counter, takes a bite, and leans casually against the counter next to you. “So, what’s the escape plan? Gonna fake a tummy ache or claim you have to leave early because of some elaborate story you clearly just made up?”

You decide not to admit it was the latter, the last thing you need tonight is to prove Jungwon right.

“I was thinking of just walking out,” you say dryly. “No excuses. Just leave.”

He snorts. “Bold move. Very on-brand for you.”

Finally, you turn to face him, narrowing your eyes. “Why are you here, Jungwon? Don’t you have some caroling to do or a snowman to build?”

He grins, unfazed by your sarcasm. “Oh, I’ve already done both. I'm here to check on you, you know, like Cindy Lou Who did for the Grinch?”

“Your heart is two sizes too small,” he says, and proceeds to make the dumbest sad face you've ever seen.

You try to fight the tiny smile tugging at your lips but fail. Jungwon notices, of course, because he notices everything.

“See? I knew you didn't hate Christmas that much,” he says, triumphantly.

You sigh, crossing your arms. “I don’t hate it. I just don’t see the point. It’s loud, obnoxious, and overrated.”

“Or,” he counters, gesturing toward the living room, where people are laughing and exchanging gifts by a sparkling tree. “It's about that.”

You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. But there's a slight tug at your heartstrings as you watch a girl hug her friend with tears pricking her eyes. “What exactly are we looking at?”

He tilts his head, studying you with that irritatingly perceptive gaze of his. “You know, you’re like a walking anti-Christmas PSA. It’s impressive, really.”

You roll your eyes. “And you’ve clearly auditioned for Santa’s favorite elf.”

“Wrong. I’m more of a ‘holiday mischief maker,’” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. “And right now, my mission is to annoy you with all the holiday cheer I can possibly muster.”

You glare at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. The worst part is, Jungwon is so annoyingly persistent and unshakably optimistic that part of you almost envies him. Almost.

“It's nice.” you shrug. “But not everyone thinks this season is magical, you know.”

“Ah, I see. You’re one of those people who hates Christmas because it never lives up to the hype.”

You pause, caught off guard by how easily he’s summed you up. “It’s not about the hype,” you say finally, avoiding his gaze. “It’s about how empty it all feels. Everyone’s running around acting like this one day is supposed to fix everything, but it doesn’t. We’ll all go back to our regular lives the next day like none of it ever happened.”

He doesn’t respond right away, and for a second, you think you’ve actually managed to scare him off. But then he leans closer, his voice softer now, less playful. “You know what I think? I think you’re trying so hard not to care that you’ve forgotten how to let yourself enjoy the small stuff.”

You blink at him, thrown by the sudden sincerity in his tone. “And you’re suddenly the expert on what I need?”

“Not an expert,” he says, his grin returning. “Just observant.”

He gestures toward the party again. “Look, I get it. The holidays can be a lot. But they can also be kind of great, if you let them. Like right now—this could be one of those moments you look back on, and it’s not about the decorations or the music. It’s just… people. Being together. Isn’t that worth something?”

You arch an eyebrow. “Do you hear yourself right now? You sound like a Hallmark movie character.”

“And you sound like someone who’s never actually tried to enjoy Christmas,” he shoots back, smirking.

You snort, shaking your head. “I can't believe people really believe all that.”

“Well, I do.” He holds up his cookie like a toast. “And by the end of the night, I’m betting I’ll convince you too.”

“Well, don’t hold your breath,” you say, reaching for the mug of cocoa that was surprisingly still warm and taking a sip. It’s too sweet, just like everything else tonight, but somehow, with Jungwon standing there, it doesn’t feel quite as unbearable.

And for a moment, you let yourself enjoy it.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a wink. “I’m patient.”

“Good luck with that,” you mutter, but there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips now, one you can’t quite suppress.

Jungwon notices, of course. He always does. You imagine he always will. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’re kind of glad he came into the kitchen.

December was a bore, and you were sick and tired of this holiday, but small talk in the kitchen with Yang Jungwon wasn't half bad.

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[pretzel-box]

this is going to be super silly so bear with me, please!

established relationship where sleepy reader has taken a liking to sebastian’s shop. they usually sleep on sebastian’s tail, or on the floor in starfish position. the rest can be up for perception! o7

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Slice of Life

Words: 1,4k

Sebastian had gotten used to your little quirks. In fact, they had become part of the everyday charm that made being with you feel so special. But today, as he slithered back into the shop, he couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you—sprawled out on the floor like a starfish. Your limbs stretched out from your body as you faced the ceiling.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, “most people use furniture for sitting.” There wasn't much furniture around but still, he held a point.

You tilted your head to look at him, a sheepish grin spreading across your face. “The floor is comfy,” you mumbled, stretching your arms and legs further out as if to emphasize your point.

Sebastian shook his head, amused. He crossed the room and stood over you, glancing down with his arms crossed. “You’re going to hurt your back lying like that, you know.”

You let out a content sigh, clearly unbothered. “Maybe, but the floor has this… grounding energy, you know? Plus, your tail was too far away.”

Sebastian’s tail, which had been draped lazily over the back of some boxes, twitched at your mention. “Ah, I see,” he said, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “My tail, the ultimate pillow.”

He knelt down beside you, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you lying there, so completely at ease. He loved this about you—how you could find comfort in the simplest things, even if it involved odd habits like laying on the floor or curling up on his tail as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But when you tried to sit up, you winced, a hand immediately flying to your lower back. “Ouch…”

“I warned you,” Sebastian said with a knowing smirk, though there was a flicker of concern in his voice. “That’s what happens when you lie like a starfish all day.” You groaned dramatically, rubbing at the sore spot. “Okay, fine. Maybe you were right this time.”

He rolled his eyes fondly and motioned for you to sit up properly. “Turn around. I’ll fix it.” You blinked up at him, surprised. “You’re going to give me a back massage?”

Sebastian grinned, already moving to sit behind you. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

You laughed, but did as he asked, scooting forward and sitting cross-legged in front of him. His large hands rested on your shoulders, warm and reassuring, before they began to knead gently at the tight muscles in your back.

The moment his fingers pressed into your sore spots, you melted. “Oh my god,” you sighed, practically dissolving into a puddle. “Where did you learn to do this?”

“I’ve picked up a few things over the years,” he replied, his voice low and smooth. His hands worked skillfully, easing out the knots in your muscles with an expert touch. “It helps to have a partner who constantly abuses their back by lying in weird positions.”

You huffed a soft laugh, too relaxed to even argue. His fingers continued to work magic, the tension slowly melting away under his careful ministrations. Every press of his hands was firm but gentle, the perfect balance of pressure to coax your sore muscles into submission.

After a few minutes, you leaned back into him, letting your head fall onto his shoulder with a content sigh. “You’re a miracle worker.”

Sebastian chuckled, his tail curling around you in a lazy loop, as if claiming you in that moment. “I should charge for this,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed how much he enjoyed taking care of you.

You smirked, nuzzling your head against his neck. “Consider it part of the relationship benefits.”

He laughed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Fine, but only because it’s you.”

As the massage continued, you found yourself lulled into a state of pure bliss. His hands, the sound of his steady breathing, and the comforting warmth of his tail all combined to create a perfect cocoon of relaxation. It was these quiet, intimate moments that reminded you just how much you loved being with him.

When he finally stopped, you shifted slightly, leaning fully into his chest, your back no longer aching. “Thank you, Seb,” you murmured, looking up at him with a grateful smile.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he rested his chin atop your head. “Anytime, starfish. Just… try to use the pile of blankets I made for you next time, yeah?”

You giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “No promises.”

Sebastian sighed, but there was a soft smile on his lips. He might tease you about your quirky habits, but truthfully, he wouldn’t change a thing about you.

After all, he loved every bit of you—even if it meant occasional back massages and tail-pillow duty.

It had been a long and exhausting week since your last expedition through the facility. The oppressive darkness that always seemed to linger in every corner had become almost second nature to you, though it never made things easier. Your flashlight had finally given out, flickering and then dying as you wandered the dimly lit halls. Frustration welled up inside you as you muttered to yourself, “Where is it…” hoping to find a spare or the familiar vent.

You stumbled through the room, feeling blindly along the shelves when your foot caught on something. You lost your balance and fell forward, your hands instinctively bracing yourself against the cold metallic floor. But beneath your fingertips, the texture wasn’t the smooth, flat surface you expected—it was rough, almost scale-like.

Panic briefly shot through you before recognition dawned. It was Sebastian’s tail, coiled and unmoving, sticking out from the vent that lined the side of the room. Relief mixed with a bit of annoyance surged through you as you slowly stood up, dusting yourself off.

“Sebastian…” you whispered, shaking your head at the sight of him half-hidden in the vent. His tail, covered in dark, iridescent scales, looked like it had simply been forgotten, left there like an afterthought. What was he doing?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you made your way over to the vent and squeezed yourself through the narrow metallic shaft. The cool metal grazed your skin as you crawled in deeper, the dim glow of light further in indicating where Sebastian was. Finally, you reached him.

There he was—the local fishman, laying on the ground like a starfish, completely lost in his own world. His head rested on the floor, his usually sharp eyes closed as if he’d been overwhelmed by exhaustion. His long, elegant tail, which had tripped you moments ago, was sprawled lazily.

“Sebastian,” you called softly, crawling closer. He didn’t stir.

You crouched beside him, taking in the sight. There was something oddly peaceful about seeing him like this, his defenses down, his constant vigilance momentarily forgotten. The stress that so often marked his features was absent, replaced with an unexpected vulnerability. Even in his disheveled state, with his tail tangled awkwardly around him and his face half-buried in his arm, there was something captivating about him.

You reached out, hesitant, your hand hovering above his shoulder. You didn’t want to startle him, but something about the way he was sprawled out on the cold, hard floor made you want to offer some kind of comfort. “Sebastian,” you said again, a little louder this time.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, groggy and unfocused at first, before they finally landed on you. For a moment, he blinked in confusion, as if struggling to place where he was and why you were there. Then, with a sigh, he pushed himself up slightly, leaning against a box as he ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“What… what are you doing here?” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, though there was no hostility in it—just genuine confusion.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re half-hanging out of a vent. I tripped over your tail. Are you okay?”

He groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to work out a knot of tension. “I got curious about your weird habit and tried it out.”

You chuckled softly at that, sitting down beside him. “Sticking half out of the vent isn’t exactly the most comfortable for a nap.”

Instead of saying anything, he pulled you on top of him. You instantly melted into his chest, ready to relax with him.

Till he felt a tug on his tail…

It seems like a wall dweller fell over it.

[shegatsby]

Can i request a smut of obsessed hannibal x shy student reader ( im obsessed with him lately). He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her (if u know what i mean *wink wink*)

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request ;) I hope you like it.

Warnings; Smut! Sexual encounter, pussy eating etc.

Pairings; Hannibal x Y/N

Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into his classroom with his leather bag, and his attitude. The dean of the university has been requesting, demanding to have him there and finally the dean put Will Graham on the job and Will convinced him to do it. Now Hannibal had three jobs; being a psychiatrist, helping the FBI and recently he has been teaching. Whenever he entered to give his lecture he would observe his students. Most of them were scared of him because he was a monster when he was grading papers, he never liked the way his students dressed, so informal and untidy. However, one of his students, Y/N, she always looked energetic, ready and put together. She had this type of feminine energy which made him navigate towards her, the perfume she wore filled his nostrils every time. The most attractive thing about her was that she would get so shy around him, red cheeks, always looking away whenever their eyes make contact. Hannibal was close to figuring her out, or so he thought. ‘’Hello.’’ He said with a dominant tone, he watched Y/N sitting straight, fixing her hair, ‘’Where did we left off last week?’’ he asked even though he knew where they were he was just checking to see if the students were interested, only Y/N replied. ‘’Thank you Ms. Y/L/N, shall we continue?’’

The rest of the class was as usual, he gave his presentation, executed swiftly, watched Y/N take notes, she looked adorable when she was focused on something. When he was finished he had a strange thought, his fox like mind was moving at a speed which he wasn’t used to, he waited for other students to leave the room so that he could be alone with her. ‘’Ms. Y/L/N,’’ she lifted her head to look, she was startled because a second ago he was at his desk, now he was right in front of her, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’ she said kindly. ‘’I’ve realized that you are quite interested in what I have to say about this lecture, would you like to come over to my home and discuss the upcoming topics? I want to feed your hunger for knowledge.’’ His hands were in his pockets, never loosing eye contact, he watched her go red with his last sentence.

‘’I- I would love that Doctor Lecter.’’

Y/N and also other students knew Doctor Lecter’s infamous dinner parties, she always imagined to be invited by him, just to see how he entertains his guests, also to be near him. Yes, she had a small crush but so did everyone. He was a brilliant man with great knowledge of his field and he was so polite to her all the time. Last week he brought coffee just for her, the other week she couldn’t make it to the lecture because she was extremely ill and Doctor Lecter sent her that weeks notes. She thought He does this to every student.. oh how wrong she was.

That evening she dressed to impress, black dress with a smooth make-up and high heels, when Hannibal opened the door in his expensive suit she realized she dressed right for the dinner.

Hannibal’s maroon eyes roamed over on her body, ‘’A work of art,’’ he thought ‘’all for me’’

‘’Please, come in. I must say, you look ravishing tonight.’’ Y/N tried to hide her face as she walked inside.

She knew he was rich but damn, his house was something else. He had a dark taste in colors and art, she found herself looking at the painting on the walls, as if she was at a museum. ‘’I assume you’re a fan of fine art?’’

He gave her a glass of red wine before dinner, ‘’Yes, I often visit art galleries and museums. I’m in awe of what people can do with their hands and imagination.’’ Hannibal lifted his eyebrow with a smirk look on his face, ‘’Shall we go to the dining room. Dinner awaits us.’’

He guided her by placing his large hand on the small of her back, she felt her heart at her throat.

The food was placed elegantly on the large table, the fireplace was lit, it gave a warm atmosphere to the place but she could feel the tension hanging in the air. Hannibal, as a gentleman, pulled her chair for her, she thanked him and sat. 

The dinner conversation was casual,  they talked about the university and classes, she was curious of his work with the FBI so Hannibal explained it generously. He usually had his dinner alone by the fireplace but having a company wasn’t so bad, he could feel the feeling of obsession rising from the back of his dark mind to the surface, it happened before and it didn’t end well. But maybe this time…

Y/n didn’t know exactly when and how she ended up in this position but she wasn’t complaining when Hannibal’s thick fingers found her wet clit and started to gently rub it. She was on top of the table, legs spread and Hannibal between them. His smug smile and his eyes will always be printed in her mind.

‘’Have you been wet like this during the dinner darling? If I knew… I wouldn’t have waited so long.’’ And she whined in pleasure because he started to finger her slowly, it was too slow for her liking. This pent up tension between them had to explode tonight, otherwise she felt like she was going to die.

He knelt to give her soft lips a kiss, which turned into a long make out session, she cupped his shaven cheeks with her hands, feeling his skin, his free hand went to squeeze her neck, he wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. They locked eyes, ‘’Let me taste you princess.’’ And with that he knelt on his knees and lifted her skirts. She had black lacy panties, he didn’t take them off just pushed them aside and started to give her small kisses, not there but her inner thighs. His slowness and the grip he had on her was driving her mad. ‘’Hannibal,’’ she said panting, ‘’please-‘’ he stopped and looked up, ‘’Please what princess?’’

He could see her cheeks, her parted lips and that expression her pretty face, she looked as if she was under a trance, a trance which Hannibal put on her. ‘’Use your words.’’ He demanded. He was certain that if she kept silent he wouldn’t move a muscle. ‘’Please eat me, use me.. I’m all yours.’’

A hungry smile planted on his dark face, ‘’As you wish princess.’’ And he dived into her treasure.

Hannibal had a taste for finer things in life, as soon as he got that intimate, warm taste of her he knew that he made no mistake in letting her into his space. She was so sweet and tasty, so soft and the sounds she made…

Even though she was wet Hannibal spit on her and also started to play with her with his fingers.

Y/N couldn’t believe her situation right now, her professor was eating her out at his home. Well, not like she didn’t have dream of it, but she never thought it would be this good. His tongue was skilled, his fingers hit the right spot.

Hannibal Lecter, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he too had dreams of her frequently. While he was treating a patient or giving his lectures he often thought of her, bent over on his table or on his kitchen counter. He pulled away from her, which made her whine in need. He pulled down his pants because he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to be buried in her sweet, juicy core.

He wrapped his dick and buried himself inside her fully, which made her freeze, ‘’Relax,’’ he knelt to give her a long kiss, ‘’I’m here.’’ They locked eyes as he started to move in and out.

''You like that princess? Look at you, legs spread for your professor. Such a whore.'' His shameless words and his pace made her legs shake in pleasure, Hannibal was rough with her hold on her this time, his hand chocked her throat and she saw stars.

Her body was moving with his fast speed, legs warpped around his waist, as she came undone she screamed his name over and over again.

''Now,'' his movements stopped slowly, ''You belong to me.''

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Training Chaos

X Men Masterlist

It’s a quiet afternoon at the School. Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are standing in the large training hall. Both are focused on training their powers or at least trying to. But as soon as Y/N enter the room, you know that focus won’t last long.

Charles stands upright with his arms crossed in front of his chest, while Erik stands next to him with a skeptical expression. They both look serious, but you know them well enough to understand that they’re quite easy to tease behind that fa��ade. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do today.

"Hey, guys," you call out with a mischievous grin as you close the door behind you. "Who slept upstairs last night? Or did you switch again?"

Charles’ eyebrow twitches slightly, but he holds back and replies calmly, "Y/N, we’re trying to train here. We should—"

"Train?" You interrupt him, your gaze deliberately wandering over his body. "So that’s what you call it? That explains why Erik always looks so… tense." You wink at Erik, who exhales deeply as if trying to maintain his patience.

"Y/N," Erik says calmly, though there's an undercurrent of humor he can’t completely suppress. "If you’re going to distract us, at least try to do it with some class."

"Class?" You laugh softly and move closer to him. "Oh, Erik, I thought you liked direct approaches. You know, how… ‘specific’ I can be." Your finger lightly trails over his chest as you circle him, feeling his muscles tense slightly.

Charles clears his throat, trying to regain control. "Y/N, we really have work to do. It would be… better if you—"

"Charles, Charles, Charles…" You slowly move toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. "I thought you liked it when I… challenge you." Your tone is deliberately ambiguous, and you see his eyes flicker before he regains his composure.

But before Charles can respond, the door suddenly opens. Wade Wilson—Deadpool—bursts in, wearing his typical red and black suit, and his face lights up as he sees you, Charles, and Erik.

"Ohhh, jackpot!" he exclaims loudly, theatrically rubbing his hands together. "I was actually just looking to mess with Logan, but THIS? It’s like Christmas and Valentine’s Day all rolled into one!"

You grin at Wade and make a theatrical bow. "Wade! You’ve come at just the right time. I’m having fun throwing Charles and Erik off balance a bit. Want to watch?"

Wade promptly sits on a bench, propping his chin on his hand as if he’s at a show. "Of course, Darling! You know I love drama. So, what did I miss? Any hot comments about Xavier’s telepathic ‘abilities’?"

You throw Wade an amused grin, then turn back to Charles, whose face shows a hint of embarrassment despite his usual composure. "Oh, Wade, you have no idea. Charles here isn’t just good at reading minds; he also… well, let’s just say he knows how to twist someone’s brain in other ways."

Charles clears his throat again, this time a bit louder, trying not to react to your cheeky grin. "Y/N, I really think that—"

"What? That I talk too much?" You lean closer to him, almost brushing your lips against his ear. "Or is it that you just have a hard time focusing on other things when I’m around?" You playfully slide your hand along his side, and though Charles remains outwardly calm, you feel his breath catch for a moment.

Erik, who has been trying to stay serious, finally shakes his head and lets out a soft laugh. "You’re driving him crazy, Y/N."

"Oh, Erik, you know that’s nothing new." You give him a meaningful look. "But don’t worry, I’ve got enough energy to throw you off balance too. We all know how much you like to keep control… at least most of the time."

Wade claps his hands, thrilled by the dynamic unfolding before him. "This is better than any soap opera! So, Charles, when are you finally going to let her have at it? I mean, we all know you’re just trying to look professional."

Charles sighs, but this time he can’t hide a slight smile. "Wade, if you only came to stir up trouble, then—"

"Trouble?!" Wade jumps up and dramatically approaches Charles. "Darling, I LIVE for trouble! But honestly, what’s happening here is the real reason I’m here. I mean, three sexy mutants pushing each other to the edge of insanity? I should have brought popcorn!"

Erik, who has been silently watching, steps forward and crosses his arms, his eyes on you. "Maybe we should kick Y/N out of the training hall if she can’t behave."

You grin at Erik, moving closer until you can feel his breath. "Oh, I can behave… but you know you secretly enjoy it when I don’t." You let your hand glide lightly along his arm. "And honestly, Erik, you don’t mind giving up control every now and then. At least sometimes."

Erik raises his eyebrows slightly, but the smile on his lips shows that you’re right. "Maybe you should focus on what you really want."

"Oh, I know exactly what I want." Your gaze shifts between Erik and Charles. "Two of the most powerful men I know… and neither of you can resist me."

Wade interrupts your playful banter with an amused laugh. "Wow, Y/N, I’m really impressed. You manage to drive two guys crazy at the same time. Respect!"

Charles sighs deeply and puts his hands on his hips. "I think we should end the training for today. It seems someone has already caused enough disruption."

You wink at him and back toward the door. "Disruption? Oh, Charles, that was just the beginning. But you know where to find me if you need more."

With a cheeky grin, you leave the training hall while Wade, Erik, and Charles watch you go. Wade calls after you, "You’re my role model, Y/N! I could learn a lot from you!"

Erik just shakes his head, while Charles shows a gentle smile that expresses both affection and amusement. Despite all your teasing and cheeky remarks, they both know that you have their hearts as firmly in your grasp as they have yours.

And so, the unusual trio remains intact, in a strange but beautiful balance of love, chaos, and a bit of madness.

[aleenuhs]

Can you make a drabble where the reader asks Arthur for advice? The reader went through a difficult time and she would like to ask Arthur for help. You can do it platonically or romantically, I'd just like a little fluff with angst.

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thank u anon. i am so sorry that i got back this really late, its been a whirlwind of things.

warnings: nun much just fluff and smidge of angst.

Lately you’d been down. Moping around camp and hardly carrying your own weight, so you were having a hard time needless to say.

Barley finishing your chores, your mind was filled with the negativity energy that clouded your judgement. Finding no time to be alone or without your thoughts for even a moment.

Nobody had noticed you and how you carried yourself for the last few days, well, most people in the gang had been out and about the land, hunting — robbing, stealing. Whatever they did outside of camp.

It felt so lonely but crowded at the same time, like you were a ghost in a room full of people.

Your life had been characterized by an overwhelming desire to escape, but a lack of direction harbored you. From your childhood till now, you wanted to leave, find a home. And even around these people who treated you so well, you felt lost. Arthur had tried talking to you, but you quickly ended it, shutting down any opportunity for him to ask if you were okay.

Arthur, had just came back from a hunting trip with the Charles, bringing back 2 deer carcasses.

You were sitting on a flipped over crate, which created something like a seat, which wasn’t to your comfort but you didn’t want to sit on the ground. You needed some kind of break, maybe even someone to confide in.

Arthur was at his tent, moving some stuff around, you looked at him, quickly looking away when his gaze turned back to you. A moment passed by and he kneeled next to you.

“Hey love,” he said, lowering his head to look at you, your gaze was locked to the floor and the blades of grass surrounding. Though it was hot out, the breeze felt nice.

You chose your words, and replied back. “Hi,” you said, barely audible, he had to strain to hear you.

“You doin’ alright there?” He said, still kneeling next you. You looked at him, you nodded, then took it back, shaking your head, tears threatening your eyes. His face contorted into a more worried expression, his hand went to your thigh. “Hey — what’s wrong?” He’d sensed something was up, the way you were hardly talking for the past few days, just finishing up chores. Which you didn’t like to do, but it was your distraction.

“I’ve…” You started, then retired as you could hardly find the words to express what you had been feeling for the longest. You and Arthur were no strangers, you knew him well and he knew you very well, and how he loves you is for eternity. But you could be closed off at times.

“I don’t know Arthur.” You spoke and his eyes looked sad as he looked at you. “I feel so alone, here.”

He brings you closer, taking you into his arms, now sitting on the ground with you in his arms, he slowly brushed your hair away from your face. “Whys that? Is someone making you feel that way?”

You immediately rejected that idea, as it was not true. “No, it’s not that Arthur. I don’t know how to explain it, I feel like I’m just free floating and nobody sees me here, I feel down. And it’s all coming back to me.” You shed a few tears, but you weren’t full fledged sobbing.

He nods, “Understood. Y’know, I see you. Always.” He said calmly, it comforted you like hell. “I’m here for you, come to me.”

“I know, but you’ve been gone for the time being. And I missed you so much.” You admitted.

“I can’t skip my chores or duties here, but if it’s somethin’ like this, I’ll try and stay here for you. You mean s’much to me, if I lost you I’d go mad.” He said stroking your hair. And at once, your problems weren’t gone, but you knew you had a solid rock to lean on. And it was Arthur.

“Yeah. Thank you, Arthur.” You looked up at him, he thumb reaches up to swipe a tear from your cheek, kissing your forehead.

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[troyo-boyo]

A Language All Our Own (Sydney Colson x Reader)

Summary: At a Team Bonding night, Syd and her partner share hilarious inside jokes and chaotic stories, cherishing their unique connection amid the team’s laughter.

Wordcount: 1,073

The Las Vegas Aces had rented out a cozy event space for their annual team bonding night, a much-needed break from the intensity of the season. The room was alive with the buzz of conversation, bursts of laughter, and the occasional shout of triumph from the corner where A’ja and Jackie were locked in an epic game of charades. Plates of catered food sat scattered across the tables, and the energy was infectious.

Sydney was in her element, moving from group to group like a social butterfly, her quick wit and infectious humor lighting up every corner of the room. You had taken a seat near a makeshift stage, quietly watching her hold court as she animatedly recounted a story to Kelsey and Alysha, both of whom were doubled over laughing.

“Babe!” Sydney called across the room, catching your eye. She waved you over with her signature grin. “What are you doing all the way over there? Come sit with us!”

You made your way through the sea of players, smiling as Sydney patted the seat next to her on the couch. “You’ve been too quiet tonight,” she teased, her arm draping casually across your shoulders. “Should I be concerned?”

“I’m just observing the chaos,” you replied, smiling. “It’s highly entertaining.”

“Observing is for boring people,” Kelsey chimed in, nudging you with her elbow. “C’mon, spill some dirt. Sydney’s got to have embarrassed herself at some point, right?”

Sydney gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Betrayal already? We haven’t even been married 24 hours in charades time.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘embarrassed,’” you said, smirking, “but we’ve had some… interesting moments.”

“Interesting how?” Alysha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sydney’s face lit up. “Oh, tell them about the chicken nugget thing!”

“No way,” you said, shaking your head.

“Yes way,” Sydney countered. “They need to know the truth.”

“What truth?” Jackie asked, sliding onto the couch next to Alysha. A’ja followed close behind, balancing a plate piled high with food.

“Apparently, Sydney and I can’t survive a road trip without turning it into a complete circus,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly.

“Let me set the scene,” Sydney cut in, gesturing grandly. “We’re driving back from practice, tired, hungry, and, most importantly, craving nuggets. So we hit the drive-thru, and I, being the genius that I am, order 50 nuggets instead of 15. Completely by accident.”

A’ja nearly choked on her food. “Wait, 50? What did you do with all of them?”

“We ate them,” Sydney said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “But that’s not the point. The point is, Nuggetgate was born that day.”

Kelsey tilted her head, intrigued. “Nuggetgate?”

“It’s what we call any minor inconvenience now,” you explained. “Like if someone’s late to practice, Sydney will say, ‘Here we go, another Nuggetgate.’”

The group burst into laughter, and A’ja leaned back, wiping her eyes. “You two are something else.”

“Wait, I’ve got another one,” Sydney said, turning to you with a mischievous grin. “Tell them about the burrito thing.”

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because it’s gold,” she said, clearly enjoying herself. “Please. Do it for me.”

You sighed, but the way she looked at you—with that mix of amusement and affection—made it impossible to say no.

“Fine,” you said, relenting. “So, we’re stuck in traffic one morning, and Sydney’s eating this giant breakfast burrito. Out of nowhere, someone honks their horn, but it’s like, a weird ‘BEEP BEEP’ that sounds all distorted. Without missing a beat, she turns to me and says, ‘Who’s trying to send Morse code to my burrito?’”

The room erupted with laughter, A’ja nearly dropping her plate as she leaned forward.

“Morse code to a burrito?” Jackie repeated, shaking her head. “What even goes through your head, Sydney?”

“Greatness,” Sydney replied, straight-faced. “That’s what goes through my head.”

As the group continued swapping stories, Sydney leaned into you, her voice low enough for only you to hear. “You know, they’ll never fully get it. These jokes… they’re just ours.”

“And I kind of love that,” you replied, smiling.

“Same,” she said, her hand finding yours under the table.

The night went on, and A’ja eventually called for a group activity: a game where each person had to share a funny or embarrassing moment from their life. The Aces were all for it, and soon the room was filled with stories about childhood mishaps, awkward interviews, and on-court blunders.

When it was Sydney’s turn, she stood up dramatically, taking a bow before starting. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… the legend of The Great Shoe Switch.”

“Oh no,” you muttered under your breath, already knowing where this was headed.

Sydney pointed at you. “This one involves my partner-in-crime over here. So, picture this: we’re late for practice one morning, rushing out the door like our lives depend on it. I grab what I think are my basketball shoes, only to realize halfway through drills that I’m wearing two completely different sneakers.”

The room burst into laughter, Kelsey doubling over as she clapped her hands.

“But wait,” Sydney said, holding up a finger. “It gets better. Guess who was wearing the other mismatched pair?”

All eyes turned to you as the team howled with laughter.

“Listen,” you said, throwing your hands up in mock defense. “In my defense, I was half-asleep, and she didn’t notice either!”

Sydney grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “And that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

The teasing continued for a while longer, but as the event started winding down, Sydney pulled you aside, the noise of the room fading into the background.

“Thanks for playing along tonight,” she said, her voice softer now.

“Of course,” you replied, smiling. “I love how much fun we have together. Even if no one else gets it.”

“They don’t need to,” she said, lacing her fingers with yours. “We’ve got our own thing. That’s what makes it special.”

As you looked around at the team—laughing, joking, and clearly enjoying themselves—you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unique connection you and Sydney shared. In a room full of people, you two always found a way to make your own little world.

And as Sydney leaned in to whisper another ridiculous inside joke in your ear, you knew that world would always be yours to share.

[lostintransist]

Liaison | Part 6 | Galas, Business, and Backroom Deals

Check out part one here. Up to chapter 34/38 on AO3.

Blinking hard at the computer didn’t change the fact the words had all become unreadable. You had started work at four am and hadn’t left your chair since. The phone showed 10:23 AM if you squinted. Pushing away from the computer you shuffled to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

As the last of the liquid ability to keep going dripped into your cup Kate finds you.

“Ah, Liaison. I’m glad I found you. I’ve cleared your schedule for the day. Go and grab your bag.” Kate dressed simply in jeans and flannel.

“What do you even do here Kate?”

Kate smirked at your exhausted question. “I coordinate teams on the ground. While you line up jobs for the team now I keep them all moving to the goals once we work the jobs.”

“Why did you clear my schedule then?” You focus the majority of your energy on the task of moving your coffee to a to-go cup and adding the prescribed amount of creamer.

“Because you’ve been with us long enough that Shepherd and I agree you can start taking on the networking parties.” The grin Kate has wouldn’t look out of place on a crocodile.

“And if I don’t want to be the face of the 141?” You mumble the question into your coffee. Kate hears you anyway.

“Too bad, you’ll be getting a £50,000 yearly raise and a company card for expenses.”

Spit takes with hot coffee should lead to a fine for whoever made the coffee come out of your nose. You cough until you can breathe again.

“Now much is my raise?” You stare at Kate with wide eyes, mouth agape.

“You heard me. Now go and get your stuff we have a lot to get done today. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

Hurrying down the hall you pack up your computer and ensure your workspace is clear. Firing off a quick text to König you head back down the hall.

<I’m getting a raise, so that’s cool. But now I have to go to parties 🤮

A reply pops up on your screen before you can reach the lobby.

>I would rather shoot myself in the head.

<While I understand the sentiment I’m going to like the chance to drink while working.

When you move close enough to see the lobby you see Harold, face red and chin quivering, talking with Kate who leans over the high counter.

“You okay Harold?”

Kate spins around to look at you while Harold sits in his chair, head disappearing below the eye line.

“He got some bad news about his family, ready to go?” Kate replies for him. She ushers you through the front door. You look over your shoulder, seeing nothing amiss.

“Where are we headed first?” You climb into the right side of the car, still uncomfortable with UK cars despite being here a year.

“You are getting a makeover today. Facial, massage, hair colored, among other things and then we are going to get you several dresses. Your first party is on Friday. I will be going with you and introducing you to a few people. Word that you work for us won’t take long to get around. Most people there will already have your number in their phone, so adding a pretty face to the number should help us get more jobs.” Kate drove as she spoke, slipping into traffic with ease.

“Kitty is going to be your hair stylist, she also does makeup. She is good at keeping her mouth shut and because of that has some high-priority clientele. Lana is going to provide your massage and Tia is going to give you a facial. We will be done at their salon in about two hours, which will leave plenty of time to get some dresses and shoes. The ladies will work at the same time to get everything done in time.”

You take note of the names Kate mentions and write them down in a small notebook along with what each woman does. This had been your trick to keeping jobs and people straight as you learn about them. Writing them helps everything stick and allows you to update your spreadsheets.

Kate always struck you as someone who tried to be ‘one of the guys’. Being on a first-name basis with women who fell into more traditionally female-coded jobs felt out of character. You tuck the incongruence into your mental folder on Kate. She did manage the liaison position before you, and if you are forced to go to parties then Kate must have had as well. You wonder if you can get a suit along with the dresses you are slated for.

The turn into the parking structure takes you by surprise, the oh-shit handle becoming one with your hand. Kate drives a bit wild, nothing like the controlled sedation of Harold. Though, as you think on it she drives much better than most of the team. You end up in a car with them for one reason or another from time to time.

Riding the elevator in silence you notice, maybe for the first time that you had several inches on Kate. Her large presence and the fact you slouched in your chair most of the time had left you with the impression you stood at nearly the same height.

When the ding of the elevator alerted you to the arrival of the correct floor you catch sight of a beautiful woman with bright pink hair standing behind the counter.

“Hi, Kate! Is this your new liaison?”

You wave as Kate introduces you.

“And remind me what we are getting ready for today?”

“Galas, business, and backroom deals like always Kitty.”

They laughed as if this were a commonly shared joke.

The next two hours should have been calming. All of your knots are attacked and obliterated by Lana. You must keep a neutral face when Tia is working on removing layers of dead skin. Kitty gives you what she calls low lights. You have no idea what that means but once all the women step from the room you rush to clothe yourself. Kate enters the room without knocking as you are halfway through getting your jeans on.

“Do you have any nicer underwear?” she pulls a face at your cotton undies and plain t-shirt bra.

“No? I don’t need them.” You wiggle your pants over your hips and ass, buttoning them and grabbing your shirt.

“You will, I will add that to our list of items to pick up.”

“If no one will be seeing them then I don’t need them.”

“Not your call, plus the nice underwear makes the clothes sit better, I promise.”

“I can’t imagine you getting all fancy for parties like this.”

“Oh trust me,” a wry tone, “It was not a walk in the park for me.”

Once your shirt is settled back in place you follow Kate into the proper salon area. Kitty has you sit in her chair. She drapes a gown over your clothes and gives you a light trim with some shaping. Kitty talks with Kate for most of the visit.

“What is the feeling you are going for on Friday’s party?”

“Classy, we need to introduce her and let her settle in people’s minds as one of ours before we start making waves.”

“Okay, send me a picture once you have the dress picked out and I will work with my associate Emma to get everything ready. Since there will be two of you I will be needing help.”

Hair cut, face scrubbed, nails buffed and shined, thoroughly assaulted you follow Kate back to the elevator. Going down two floors you are interested to see a high-end shop. The woman dressed all in black greats Kate with an air of self-importance, glancing you over before dismissing you mentally.

You can do no more than try on a dress and present it to Kate and the mistress of the shop before you are ordered back to try on another. After the twelfth dress, you send a message to König. The picture you send him is flattering, the floor-length ballgown hugged your breasts and flowed down in an elegant A-line.

<You wanted to be a sniper right?

>Ja.

<Any chance you could arrange to take me out before I have to try one more gown?

>Nein. You are friend.

The only reply you can think to send is a picture of you flipping him the bird.

@nicroyal02

Part 5 | Part 7

Masterlist

[igglemouse]

It's only the first trimester but this pregnancy thing is already a bit rough, at least more than I imagined. I never expected it to be easy but I do get tired of having to run to the bathroom. Yeaaa, lets not talk about that!

Instead lets talk about waffles, more specifically, chicken and waffles! My appetite has definitely started to change as I find myself more likely to completely clean a plate but I don't think I've had any specific cravings yet? I mean, right now I'm craving golden waffles and slightly crisp fried chicken drenched in sweet syrup, does that count?

Naturally the scent of waffles wafting waffly through the house is enough to draw Pascal down to the kitchen. I'm pretty sure waffles are his favorite food and the way he lights up before digging into them tells me that I might be right.

He takes a few bites, makes a groan of approval, then turns his attention to me, a bit of concern on his face. "You okay?" He asks with his mouth half full. "You spent a lot of time in the restroom this morning and-"

"Yeaaah, just one of those things I guess?" I say trying to pass it off casually. The constant nausea is common during pregnancy, right? Probably nothing. "It'll be okay!"

"Yeah," he mumbles, getting right back to his meal.

That reminds me, Pascal hasn't really talked much about this whole 'we're going to be parents' thing too much and by too much I mean not really at all? He's told me that he'll be there for the baby and for me and that matters but I do wish he was a little more involved.

I think he saves most of his enthusiasm for mud baths. It's a ritual for him, I think. I can understand why, it can be very relaxing sinking yourself into a puddle of earthy mud and letting the world melt away. I understand he kicks a ball around for a living but it does take a lot out of him. Athletes really push their bodies past limits. It must be a ritual of his at this point.

As for me, I find my own way to unwind. Grooving to Latin pop, the infectious beats fill the room and gets my feet to move but not too much. Sure would hate to trip or something buuut I'm hoping my little one is vibing to the music too!

Doing laundry isn't in any way more fun than dancing but it has to get done. Even if the sun is bearing down on you, making you sweat, and...why doesn't Pascal have a washer and dryer again?

But I wasn't going to spend my entire day under the sun, especially when Sara decided to drop by again. She's been coming over more and more lately, I don't mind, but as I've mentioned before she's a bit nosy. Always asking questions and trying to pry, just a touch annoying actually, but there's something endearing to it? It's almost like little sister energy, if that makes sense? Maybe that's just me wishing I had a little sister.

She does remind me of an old friend I had back home, in Selva. A softer version of her, a less confident version of her, but a version of her all the same. Candela was her name but that's a story for another day.

As soon as we sit down Sara dives right into the topic of Pascal. Completely expected, remember, she's the nosy prying type after all but I decided to turn the tables back on her and ask her about her own love life.

"Umm, remember, I'm not so fortunate," her reply is hesitant and her voice cracks a little, letting me know this is more of a sensitive topic for her.

"Sara, you're way too hard on yourself! I know you've had some luck-"

"What's luck if I'm sitting here single," she interrupts, set on putting herself down I guess.

"Sara, you're young, we all are," I say, wanting to defend her from herself. "It's really not that big of a deal being single. Sometimes, it's better than being stuck with someone that's abusive."

"Yeah...well, for now, I'll live vicariously through your relationship so lets hear about it." The smile on her face is forced but I agree. I don't want to force her to talk about her.

So I tell her about Pascal and me but there really isn't any excitement because there isn't much to go on about? We are just sort of...living together? No big adventures or vacations, nothing overly romantic, we've just been sharing a space and going through life day by day I guess.

"You're going to have to pull him off the pitch long enough for you two to do more together," Sara suggests. It's a good idea. The SPL, which stands for Sims Premier League, has an offseason doesn't it?

After Sara leaves the house feels a little quieter. That's alright because I'll always have ice cream! It's the sort of thing that can bring joy to any evening and so I step right over to the kitchen and pull out my nifty ice cream making machine and make me a bowl of it. because, why not? Feels like a butter pecan kind of day to me and it's feeling like I'll be needing two bowls!

One thing I think I have to consider when it comes to living with Pascal is that I've been doing most of the chores. Whether its scrubbing countertops or washing the dishes or doing laundry out in near 100 degree heat, it's me doing it all and here I am vacuuming so that we're not inhaling dust. Makes me wonder how he was keeping this place clean before me? I'd ask Pascal to do it for tonight but...

The mechanical whir of the treadmill and the pounding of his feet had told me he was busy. I quietly slipped inside of his workout room, which, now that I think about it, looks like it would be better suited for a child but maybe that's a discussion for another day.

I have to squeal out a hello to get his attention and once I do; "Does the offer still stand?" I ask, voice raised to be heard of the rhythm of his workout.

"Huh?" He kinda shouts back, a little out of breath.

"Moving in, does it still stand?" and I shout right back.

"O-oh! Yeah! Of course! Of course it does!" He stammers back and gives me a smile. I'll leave him alone for now I guess.

So yeah, it looks like I've mad my decision or rather, fate has made it for me.

I do have some concerns but that's expected, right? No one is perfect.

Honestly, if I were not pregnant with his child I do not think I would have made this decision but now that I am I want to do everything right. That includes raising a child the usual way. Mother, father, a house, a family, that kind of thing. It's at least worth a try, it's more than what was done for me growing up.

I'll miss this place. I wasn't here for long but that's the story of my life. I don't tend to stay in places for too long. The universe always nudges me on to my next chapter and on to the next episode..

Frida Varela Index ~ Next Episode 6 'Familiar Connections'

[rebelscums]

You Drew Stars (Tech x Jedi reader)

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Pt 4 of You Drew Stars

Feel the force around me… Use the force within me… I am one with the force and the force is with me… Be one with force.

The breeze swayed around me as I could feel the heat of the sun beat against my face. I sat in an empty field close to the Marauder, trying to find a moment for myself.

Be one with the force.

Be one…

Be one…

I felt the surge of the force within me. I opened my eyes to watch the energy surge through the tree a feet feet in front of me, a crack forming through the center.

“For the love of all things!” I yelled as I fell into my back.

“I’ve never seen you do that before.” Hunter’s voice sounded from behind me.

“I’m…” I sighed.

What do I even say? I’m struggling to handle my emotions? I have formed to much of an attachment? That I feel like I’m falling further and further away from the path of the Jedi?

“I’m alright.” I finally said, keeping my gaze on the sky.

I have to be.

I could hear the shuffling of his footsteps before he settled down beside me.

“No one has heard from you or seen you all morning. Omega is getting worried, Wrecker too.” Hunter explained.

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.” I muttered, “I’m trying to reconnect myself as a Jedi… It takes time and isolation.”

“I’m sorry again that he stood you up last night.” Hunters gaze couldn’t meet mine as he stared at the group of trees ahead, “Maybe he forgot.”

“He doesn’t forget anything.” I stated Tech’s words every time one of the boys tried to test his memory.

“I know.” Hunter relented.

“I wasn’t the one he…” I felt my throat begin to tighten, “It’s fine really.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him or myself, “I now know where his heart lies and… I’m happy that he’s happy. I just need to move past this, that’s all.”

It wasn’t find though was it? Hunter could see the wrecker look upon her face. Clearly Hunter’s senses went beyond the physical realm as he studied the way the Jedi seemed to want the ground to swallow her up.

“You don’t have to burry your feelings. Trust me, Crosshair buries his feeling for all of us.” Hunter replied.

“If he were here right now, he’d probably say something like, I told you so.” I laughed lightly.

“Something like that.” Hunter grinned, “And most likely start a brawl with Tech.”

“I miss him…” I sighed, remembering all the fun times we all had when we were together.

“Me too.” Hunter replied solemnly letting a quiet settle upon us.

My stomach began to growl, causing us both to break into a small chuckle.

“I probably shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.” I joked before I glanced nervously to the direction of the Marauder.

“Has he left?” I didn’t have to say his name for Hunter to know who I was referring to.

“No… He’s been quiet all morning working on the ship.” Hunter answered truthfully.

“I’m going to go into town then and grab something to eat.” I stated as I pushed myself off of the ground.

“You don’t have to hide yourself away.” He stated as he stood as well.

“I know.” But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t try.

“At least take Omega with you. She needs a girls day having been cooped up with her brothers all morning.” Hunter tried to make a joke while taking care to make sure I wasn’t alone.

I smiled gently at the kindness and care he showered me with.

I patted him gently on the arm, “Thank you, Hunter. For being my friend.”

“Of course.” He nodded, “I’ll go get Omega.”

I watched him walk back to the ship, nerves creeping along my skin at who was inside.

He hasn’t tried to find me at all since last night… Did I really mean so little to him? If not romantic at least as friends? Now that I think of it… Were we even friends? Have I been fooling myself this entire time?

I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. I could really use your wisdom right now master…

“I’m ready!” Omega yelled as she ran out of the ship.

I suppose sometimes love is just a hopeful dream.

“Hi sweetie! Where do you want to go eat?” I asked as she grabbed my hand.

We began walking into town, her eyes scanning the buildings.

“I’ll know it when I see it. I’ve been wanting to try this place for a while, but it’s too fancy for my brothers.” Was all she replied and I couldn’t help, but wonder what she will pick.

What I didn’t expect was it for her choice to be the same cafe that I was at last night. Great now I’m even more embarrassed. We entered the cafe I sat in miserably for a couple hours last night. The staff here would have changed right? Please don’t let anyone recognize me. Please… Please… Please-

“Hi hun.” greeted me and I could see the pity in her eyes.

“Hello.” I greeted back nervously, “T-table for two.”

“And who is this precious thing?” She smiled down at Omega.

“I’m Omega!” Omega greeted.

“Hello again.” A familiar voice spoke behind us.

Not him too… Why did Omega have to choose here of all places?

“Indul.” I greeted him with a small nod, “You’re working today too?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I have to pay my rent somehow.” He joked as he reached for the menus, “Just the two of you then?”

“Yes.” I gave him a polite smile.

Omega looked between us before settling her gaze on me, “You know him?” She asked as we followed Indul a few steps away.

“He was my waiter from last night…” I trailed off not really wanting to get into it.

“So this was…” She whispered.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“And you waited…” She pieced two and two together.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry.” She said as we sat down.

“Don’t worry sweetie, not all was lost. The food here was really good.” I smiled as I took my menu, “I liked the small cakes.”

“She’s right there.” Indul smiled as well, “I assume your date didn’t show up after all?” He spoke gently.

Oh I wish you wouldn’t have remembered that.

I shook my head, “Seems like he found someone else.”

“For someone who’s considered a genius, he’s an idiot and also my brother.” Omega placed her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow resting against the table as her eyes skimmed the menu.

“You must be really close then if you’re here with his sister.” Indul acknowledged.

“We are in a way. Well maybe not so much he and I anymore, but our group have always been a family.” I explained.

“Well if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s missing out on the chance to get closer to someone as beautiful as you.” He took a step back leaving me to manage my blushing cheeks, “I’ll give you two a moment to choose your drinks and a possible appetizer.”

The second Indul left, Omega was staring at me with wide eyes, “He likes you!”

I shushed her, praying to the force that no one especially Indul had heard the small girl.

“He does not.” I countered quickly, “I barely even know him. He probably just feels bad for what happened yesterday.”

“Doesn’t matter. I can tell he likes you and I don’t like it.” She crossed her arms, “You are suppose to be with Tech, maybe Hunter, but not with someone who could take you away from us.” She blabbered as she waved her little hands around.

“What do you mean Hunter?” I questioned her, but she continued in her rant.

“You need to stay with us because we’re a family.” Her voice was heated and I could tell she was beginning to get emotional.

“Hey hey.” I reached across the table to grab her hands with mine, “I’m not going anywhere you hear me? Nothing in this universe will take me away from you sweetie. Not even your idiot brother.”

That seemed to calm her down, a small smile beginning to form on her face.

“Promise?” She asked, her pinky held out in front of her.

I wrapped my pink around hers, “Promise.”

“Ready for your drinks?” Indul asked.

I sat back in my seat, “Bring us the most colorful non alcoholic drinks you have and some of those desserts from last night too.”

“Coming right up.” He smiled.

By the time the check arrived, the two of us had smiles and full bellies.

“Will I see you around here again?” Indul asked as I stood up.

I thought for a moment before nodding, “I think so. This will be our new favorite spot now.” I wrapped my arm around Omega’s shoulder as she grinned.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Indul smiled as well, “See you soon and have a lovely rest of your day.”

“Thank you!” I said before we walked out of the cafe.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with laughter and girl talk as we explored more shops around here. I ended up buying Omega a spring dress with the few credits I had and she wore it, skipping all the way back to the Marauder with her hand grasping mine.

The sun was beginning to set by the time we got back, Omega running over to Hunter and Wrecker who were sparring in the open field not too far away. Echo I’m sure was inside the ship probably tinkering on something with Tech. I couldn’t help, but smile as I watched her girl in her new dress and raving about it to her brothers.

“General.” The voice I least wanted to hear spoke up from behind me.

“Tech.” I spoke his name softly as I turned to greet the less than intelligent clone, at least in my opinion right now.

He walked down the ramp of the Marauder to stand in front of me.

“I wanted to apologize to you.” He glanced to his right nervously, “I didn’t mean to stand you up last night. I completely forgot, even if that sounds absurd coming from me… It is the truth.” He stated.

I nodded slowly, “Apology accepted.”

“Hunter told me you felt hurt by my actions and I don’t want you to feel that way because you’re my friend and I hope we can reschedule grabbing food another time? Perhaps a lunch date…” His voice trailed off as I gave him a confused look.

“Hunter told you I was upset?” I furrowed my brows. I tried to ignore the stab at my chest as he mentioned us only being friends.

Was that the only reason why he’s apologizing to me now? What does he mean lunch date? Was that what he thought last night was? Me just asking him to dinner as friends?

I felt my hurt turn into anger as I glared at him, “So if he didn’t say anything you would have just assumed that what happened last night was alright?”

“Well naturally yes. I don’t see how it is a big deal.” Tech adjusted his goggles.

“Don’t see?” I scoffed, “You don’t see how standing me up would be a big deal?!” My voice got louder, “What happened to us being so called friends? Huh?!”

“I have read that it is common for friends fo forget certain dates.” He elaborated, “I don’t understand why you’re so upset about it? I said we could grab lunch tomorrow.”

“I don’t want lunch! I want you to realize what you did last night was mean! And I’m not that kind of friend either, I wouldn’t forget you.” I seethed.

“That is highly implausible.” He stated with a slight wave of his hand, “It is natural for one not as intelligent as I to forget things.”

I’d never forget you!

I wanted to scream as my heart cried out. I felt the pebbles around my feet begin to shake, representing the anger I currently felt.

“Seriously?!” I was yelling now, “Says the one who had his tongue shoved down Phee’s throat while I waited for you for hours! Seems more like a stupid move to me!”

He rolled his eyes, “What happened with Phee and I last night has nothing to do with you.”

Ouch…

He continued, “And I didn’t ask you to wait.”

“You didn’t have to!” I practically friend out, “I don’t understand why you can’t see through your unintelligent brain that I would go to the ends of the galaxy for you!”

“Unintelligent? I can calculate and solve the most unsolvable problems with a gun pressed to my head.” He stepped forward, “What can you do General? Throw rocks?” He glared.

“Watch it.” I snapped, “I have saved you and your brother countless of times, I use to be your general.”

I could feel my blood begin to rise as the love I felt for the man in front of me began to boil over.

“If you are so great at saving us then how come my brother isn’t here right now? You couldn’t even get Crosshair on the ship that day.” He questioned.

“I…” I turned away to hide the fresh tears coming to my eyes, “That wasn’t my fault.”

Tech huffed, “Of course it wasn’t.”

I scoffed in return to cover the tightening feeling in my throat, “Some friend you are… Have fun with your girlfriend.”

“I will.” He stated it so surely that I wished more than anything that I could vanish in that moment, but he didn’t stop there, “At least I’d be a more supportive friend than you.”

“Tech that’s enough.” Hunter glared approaching and stepping in between the two of us to stop the argument, “Look at what your doing, your scaring Omega.”

I quickly glanced over to find Omega in tears, huddling behind Wrecker.

“Oh sweetie…” I said brokenly as I quickly walked up to her taking her in my arms, “I’m so sorry.” I spoke to he as I lead her back into the ship.

“She has nothing to be sorry about.” I heard Hunter seethe at Tech, “But you do.”

[witchysquirrel]

Epiphany

Chapter Eleven

Ravenna threw herself into anything that kept her from thinking too hard about Cassian. She’d spent most of the week leading up to Starfall in and out of Rhys’s study, and the library, mentally preparing to see Fetrin again. And avoiding Cassian. She’d been unable to shake the way she was feeling about him, so she decided it was better to just shove all thoughts aside instead, at least for right now. Her plan had been working quite well, until the Friday before the Ball. 

The healer had been in the library, losing herself in a book for the prior four hours that had passed since she’d arrived. When she ran out of positions to be in that didn’t cause her neck to ache, Ravenna closed her novel and rose to stretch her limbs. She rolled her neck, then decided to make her way back to her room to steam her gown before the following night's festivities. Upon realizing she hadn’t set foot outside for the entire day, she changed course and decided she’d allow herself to watch the sun continue to make its slow descent from the rooftop of the House. 

She yawned as she ascended the stairs to the roof, the well-manicured turf and asphalt of the training ring coming into view. Ravenna inhaled the warm evening air, the sky just beginning to turn a shade of pale pink, and took a seat on the top row of one of the bleachers that sat adjacent to the stairs she’d just come from. She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze that circulated so high in the mountains; something about it felt like home to her. Ravenna watched the sun sink further and further, the sky turning from pink, to purple, to periwinkle, to blue, to black and sprinkled with stars. When the sky had finally gone dark, the lamplights that surrounded the training ring flickered on and illuminated the darkness with fluorescent light. She closed her eyes one more time to breathe in the evergreen air before heading inside, only to be jolted back to awareness all at once.

“Whatcha doin’?” 

Ravenna’s eyes shot open to find Cassian leaning against one of the lamp posts at the far end of the ring, giving her a small smile. She imagined she turned a bright shade of pink at the sight of him in only his leathers, his shirtless chest illuminated by the light above him. She swallowed, trying to ignore the flood of thoughts and feelings that broke the dam she’d put up over the past week at the sight of him.

“I was watching the sunset,” she replied softly. “What are you doing?”

“Came up for a nighttime training session. It’s been the only time I have the energy.”

Ravenna nodded, wetting her lips with her tongue. “Have you used a sword yet?” 

“I’ve held one. Lifted, carried, ran with one,” Cassian replied, lackadaisical as he made his way to the small armory cage at the other end of the turf. “Haven’t actually used one yet, like to fight with,” he finished, as he chose a hefty Obsidian sword from the wall and shifted its weight in his hands. Ravenna watched him carefully, leaning back on her palms and observing his wings when he turned his back to her for a moment. They looked like they were healing perfectly, although she could still make out the scars she’d created mending the skin back together.

“Bring it on, then,” Ravenna said a moment later, rising and heading for the armory herself. She’d gulped down whatever feelings threatened to spill from her head, focused now on the fact that Cassian had been trying to train and get back to his pre-injury level. Cassian raised an eyebrow at her, but smiled so radiantly that Ravenna had to look away. She perused the weapons on the wall, settling on a more slender, lightweight Obsidian and moved to meet him in the center of the training ring. 

“I didn’t know healers even knew how to hold a sword!” Cassian jabbed.

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” Ravenna answered, slicing a diagonal line through the air dramatically as she approached. “I happen to be very talented with this thing.”

“Let’s see it,” he dared, laughing a little and widening his stance. She lunged, and his sword caught hers as it fell, sending her balance the opposite direction. Ravenna recovered quickly, and the two began to spar as night continued to fall on Velaris. Ravenna thanked the gods her body could count on the muscle memory of hand to hand combat she’d learned so long ago, long abandoned unless she really needed to defend herself without magic. It also helped that Cassian was not at full strength, otherwise she might’ve grown tired after twenty minutes.

After a good half hour more, Ravenna wielded a particularly hefty swing in Cassian’s direction and was surprised to hear a grunt and a thud as he hit the ground. She caught her breath, but Cassian stayed crouched with his head down, and her heart dropped.

“Are you okay?” she asked, dropping her sword and moving towards him. When she had nearly reached him, face etched with worry as she went to examine his wings, he turned around faster than she could comprehend and tackled her to the ground in one swift motion. She squealed as they fell, both of them laughing like children upon impact.

“I thought you were hurt!” Ravenna protested, smacking his chest from where she lay encompassed by his wings. Cassian flinched slightly, faking shock at her assault, but continued laughing. Their eyes met for a moment and Ravenna felt that familiar sensation begin to spread through her chest, down somewhere deep within her where she felt exposed, as if he could see right through her. Her smile faded as she began to panic once more, that feeling of vulnerability that so terrified her and threatened to destroy their friendship rising in her throat. She pulled away, and pretended to be shocked by what time it was. 

“Oh shit,” she said, pushing off of him and rising to her feet. “It’s so late. I still need to steam my gown before tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You should,” he said quietly, as she re-racked her sword and made for the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cass,” she called, looking back one more time before she disappeared back down the stairs and into the House. Cassian remained, still sitting on the pitch with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the door she’d left through. 

“See you then.” 

-

Ravenna was out of breath by the time she made it back to her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She tried to slow down her breathing as she started the process of steaming her gown for the following day. As she hung the black silk from a knob in her bathroom, she thought about everything she’d been feeling and had just felt. It became very evident to her, as she filled the steamer with tap water, that she could not continue to ignore the way she felt about Cassian. She was scared to ruin their friendship, yes, but she was coming to the conclusion that avoiding him so intensely was also ruining their friendship. She couldn’t go on like this forever.

Ravenna decided she was content with coming to that realization tonight, and took a few more deep breaths. Her mind shifted to the most imminent threat now, the fact that she had less than twenty four hours until she would see Fetrin again. She was unsure how to feel about it, now that it was so close. Instead she focused on the wrinkles in the gown, more specifically, on making them non-existent. This was a mind-numbing enough task that eventually her heart rate began to slow, and by the time she finished she was exhausted and more than ready to fall into her bed. 

When Ravenna woke the next morning, there was a split second of bliss before she remembered that tonight was Starfall and she would be attending the Ball in an attempt to sweet talk her ex-fiance. It all sounded like something Ravenna might read in one of her novels, not something that would actually happen in her ordinary life. But here she was. She still stayed in bed as long as was virtually possible, before she hauled herself up. 

She rose from bed slowly, and drew a warm bath for herself, tossing a few lavender sprigs and herbs in with the hot water. It was still early enough, and she wanted to at least try to enjoy her morning without the crushing weight of anxiety in her chest. When she was sufficiently clean and bathed, she wrapped herself in a towel and sat at the mirror to comb her hair. The black locks had been tangled and the de-tangling process took quite a bit of effort. After about ten minutes of combing, her dark hair fell in tendrils down her back, still damp. 

She surveyed herself in the mirror once more, admiring the way her features looked when she was completely clean-faced, free of makeup or alteration. Her Fae-ness was almost more evident in the natural slopes and lines of her face, the thick black lashes that framed soft, round eyes. Ravenna dressed in a simple maroon tunic and leathers, heading for the dining room to get breakfast. 

Ravenna found Mor at the dining table alone, thumbing through some sort of magazine and eating a banana. 

“Hey sister,” Ravenna said, tousling Mor’s hair as she passed to take the seat across from her with a blueberry scone in hand. 

“Ravenna! Just who I wanted to see,” she mused, turning towards the healer with wide, brown eyes. “We should get ready for the Ball together.”

“Yes please! I’m going to need help doing something with my hair. I’m not very good at any of that,” Ravenna replied, running her fingers through the ends of her curls.

“I’m not either, but maybe if we combine forces we’ll put out an acceptable finished product,” Mor replied with a smile. “How are you feeling about it all?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m excited about the Fetrin side of things,” she said, taking a chunk of muffin and popping it in her mouth. “But I’m honestly kind of looking forward to dressing up and looking pretty.”

Mor smiled again. “I never thought I’d hear you say such a thing! Don’t say people never change,” she replied. Ravenna rolled her eyes playfully and continued in on her breakfast. “Well why don’t you come to my room around 4:00 and we can get ready together and then go over there?”

“I’ll see you at 4:00 then, champagne or wine?” Ravenna asked.

“Mmmm…. Let’s do champagne. Tamer, so you can still focus. You’re gonna love it though, seriously. I was over at the hall this morning and the floral arrangement is ridiculous.”

Ravenna laughed as she finished the rest of her muffin, pushing up from the table once more. “See you at 4:00 then.”

-

At 3:57, Ravenna made her way across the House to Mor’s suite on the opposite end, two bottles of champagne and a luxury gown in tow. When she arrived, she found that Mor already had a record spinning at full volume on the huge wooden record player atop her coffee table, next to which was an open bottle of gin. Ravenna’s mood lifted almost instantly, and she joined her friend, popping the first bottle of champagne and pouring them each a glass.

The females perched in front of the expansive bathroom mirror that framed the double-sink vanity, applying various rouges and glitters. Mor opted for a scarlet red lip, while Ravenna stuck with more of a black cherry color. The more the bubbles spread through her chest, the more confident Ravenna felt. Mor had helped her to braid her hair back into a neat plait that crowned her waves. By the time she was ready to put on her gown, she was sure she’d catch Fetrin’s eye immediately. Rhys had assured her he was, in fact, planning to make an appearance. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to have known that or not. Fortunately, after her second glass of champagne, she had nearly forgotten how nervous she was.

Once she had her gown on and zipped, cinched in the places she wanted it to hug her body more, she zipped Mor up, and they were on their way. Mor wore a stunning crimson gown that was every bit her style, yet somehow elevated even further. Her golden hair was tucked nicely into a low bun that Ravenna was sure would come undone by her fifth drink tonight. 

Rhysand and Azriel, who had offered to fly the girls to the Ball, met them on the balcony. Ravenna resisted the urge to ask where Cassian was, and doubly resisted the urge to provoke his voice in her head. She knew he would be there, she just hoped he would be nearby in case something happened, she explained to the voice in her head. Ravenna flew with Rhys, who she scolded for the turbulent ride that made her head spin at times. 

“Remember, we’ll always be around,” Rhys said to her as they coasted. “I’ll introduce myself to him personally as well.”

“Thanks,” she answered. “I’ll be okay, I think, honestly. One more drink and I’ll be a social butterfly.”

“Cassian and Az will be keeping a constant eye out regardless,” Rhys said, glancing down at her.

“What?” she said, furrowing her brows at the High Lord above her.

“What?” he repeated.

“You made a face,” Ravenna replied.

“I did not make a face,” Rhys answered coolly. “I’m just telling you that Cassian will be there, he’s just not with us right now.”

Ravenna didn’t respond for a moment, looking out at the sky around them. “I didn’t ask,” she answered. “But thanks, anyway.”

They landed smoothly, and Ravenna only stumbled slightly upon impact. She straightened out her skirts, smoothing the gown against her legs. The fabric hugged the fullness of her hips comfortably, cascading up to hold the weight of her breasts up, while the rest of the open back was covered with the sheer cape imbued with rhinestones. She took a deep breath and took Rhysand’s outstretched arm, allowing him to lead her into the hall with Mor and Azriel right behind them. She held her head high, allowing a smile to grace her lips. Rhys led them to the bar, a move that Ravenna appreciated deeply. 

The healer ordered a glass of wine to sip on, the last ingredient she needed in order to have the confidence to do what she needed to. Mor hadn’t overexaggerated when she said the hall had been decorated beautifully. There were marvelous strings of lights illuminating the cathedral-like room, the entrance adorned with an archway of flora and fauna of greens and whites and golds. It was beautiful. She decided to make her way out to the balcony at the end of the room, as the sun was setting quickly behind the mountains and she wanted to catch it from such an amazing space.

She rested against the railing of the balcony, admiring the sun on her face as it made its departure behind Velaris. Ravenna continued sipping her wine, focused on enjoying the change from day to night that made Starfall so magnificent. 

I like the gown.

Ravenna turned from where she stood at the rail of the balcony, her heart picking up speed in her chest and her head feeling the rush of the champagne that made Cassian’s voice in her head sound like it was dripping honey. He stood before her now, in a sleek, all black suit, adorned with gold. His hair was half tied back, wings looming behind him. He smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower, freshly shaven, like clean laundry and evergreen. His brown eyes widened as their eyes met, and once again, she watched Cassian’s gaze drift down her body and then back up to her face, an almost glazed look on his face. She’d never say it out loud, but she loved the way he was looking at her.

Thanks. You look nice too.

Ravenna almost felt lightheaded, looking up at him, his scent becoming overwhelming, intoxicating. His face was illuminated by the faintest glow of the moon that was beginning to replace the sun, and she could see the stars starting to freckle the dark sky behind him. He looked beautiful. She hoped she hadn’t accidentally said that into his mind too.

Cassian opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by someone Ravenna had not seen in about 30 years, and had not spoken to in centuries. 

“Ravenna Annric,” he breathed, and suddenly she felt as if she’d been transported to a different time, looking up into eyes darker than her own, jet black hair that showed no hint of change from when they were seventeen. She let it shake her for a split second, until she blinked and started playing the role she’d been practicing for.

“Fetrin?” she gasped, eyes wide, as if she’d thought she’d never see him again (she hadn’t). He leaned forward to embrace her, and she fought the urge to get lost in his scent and the memories it triggered. 

“It’s good to see you again,” he breathed. His picture perfect smile revealed the lines near his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time they’d spoken. He looked like he’d grown up at some point. Ravenna made sure to blink slowly, looking up at him with round eyes and soft lashes.

“You too,” Ravenna mused. “I thought I’d never see you again… after the way we left things. It was a shot in the dark that I sent that invitation.” She turned to introduce Cassian, but found that he was no longer next to her. 

“I’m glad you did,” Fetrin answered, looking at her intently. Ravenna sipped her wine once more, for another boost of courage. She sensed that she did have the upper hand in this dynamic; that perhaps he felt ashamed of the reason she had left him.

“Well, welcome to the Night Court,” she said, resting a hand on his arm and guiding him back inside. “I’d love to hear more about what you’ve been up to, after we get you a drink.” He allowed her to lead him through the glass doors from the balcony into the greater room. Ravenna scanned the room quickly, but still could not place Cassian, though she saw Rhys chatting with a group of Winter Court officials across the throng of Fae. 

Ravenna exchanged her half empty glass of wine for two champagne flutes from a nearby waiter, handing one to Fetrin. 

“To reconnecting with old friends,” she said, raising her glass to him. He tipped his head to her, clinking his glass to hers, and they both sipped in silence for a moment. She met his eyes over her glass, looking away again quickly. 

“So what have you been up to all these years?” Fetrin asked as he scanned the room. “I never knew where exactly you went after you left.” His voice grew quieter towards the end.

“I became a healer for the Night Court army,” Ravenna answered. “I’ve mostly been here ever since, healing for the High Lord and his battalions. I’ll introduce you later.”  

“Of course,” Fetrin breathed, “healing always made you shine.”

She smiled up at him. “I was made for it, I think.” He grinned back at her, then let his eyes wander, taking her in from head to toe. Ravenna pretended she didn’t notice. 

“What about you?” she asked. “What have you been doing?”

“I do a lot of diplomatic work right now,” he answered, looking around again and then leaning in closer to her ear. “They just offered me Lead Emissary.”

Ravenna pretended to be surprised and utterly wowed by this admission, gushing over his accomplishment. “I’m so proud of you, that is so exciting! I always knew you’d get it.”

“I don’t even know how I got the position, honestly. There were so many other great candidates.” Ravenna knew how he got the position, as the outgoing Lead Emissary was Fetrin’s father. 

“No one is quite as good as you, Fetrin,” she cooed, leaning into him as he puffed his chest out a little more. Ravenna was almost shocked at how easy it was. Just by chance, Ravenna caught Rhys’s eye across the room at that moment, and he moved to make his way through the crowd of High Fae in their finery. She patiently awaited his arrival, sipping on the champagne she still held.

A/N: I tried to make this chapter a little longer and was going to keep going but decided I need to break it up a little because I've been writing for too long tonight LOL. Do we prefer shorter or longer?? Let me know. I also kinda wanna share my vision for the looks for the Ball because ugh so cute. Anyways, enjoy <3

Epiphany Masterlist

[ghcstao3]

(scrapped) hogwarts professor!ghost x zoologist!soap very very old draft but :3 also peep ghost with glasses

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Ghost’s social life has never been anything spectacular to begin with, but when he somehow manages to become the newest potions professor at Hogwarts, he finds it to be entirely lacking.

The balance he requires among work alone is enough to keep him busy nearly every waking hour of his days, and adding his personal life to his list of things-to-do, Ghost would surely end up with prematurely greying hair. 

(And who is he kidding—he’s already just about reached that point.)

So, it is safe to say that Ghost doesn’t get out much. It’s an unfortunate truth for his first couple of years teaching, but honestly, it isn’t much of a bother. Ghost is mostly happy, if a little stressed, and he’s more than lucky to be in his current position—that’s what he thinks, and that’s all that matters. Work gives him purpose.

At least, it’s all that matters until the universe decides it has other plans and introduces Ghost to a mildly bizarre man by the name of Soap.

Soap (real name currently unbeknownst to Ghost) approaches the professor while he shops for ingredients for a personal potions project. Soap is broad, attractive, and looks like he lives off one too many Invigoration Draughts a day. He greets Ghost with a manic smile in an attempt to act friendly, though the gesture isn’t at all helped by a body otherwise buzzing with energy. Everything about the man screams eccentricity, but then again—Ghost is a wizard. He’s always been bound to meet… interesting people.

“How much might you know about potions?”

Ghost blinks, genuinely surprised. Just from the stranger’s odd behaviour, Ghost had feared he’d earn a proposition, or that here, in the safety of the apothecary, the man would push to sell him something most probable to be illegal. 

But alas. An innocent question.

Ghost shoves the wiry bridge of his glasses further up his nose with his thumb, clears his throat. His fingers curl tight around the vial of mistletoe berries he holds as the stranger waits patiently for a reply.

“Well,” Ghost starts slowly, “considering I teach how to make them for a living, I would hope I’d know a thing or two.”

The man beams, eyes bright with gratitude Ghost is not yet worthy of.

“That’s perfect,” he says. “Then do you think you could help me with something?”

Politely, Ghost nods, though he has to wonder why the man hadn’t just gone to the shopkeep for advice first—but then, with a quick glance to the counter, he sees that said shopkeep is nowhere to be seen. His brows dip in a mild frown, not deep enough to be noticeable to anyone but Ghost himself.

“Alright, so—I have this hippogriff that I’ve been takin' care of and normally she isn’t so restless, but for whatever reason nothing I’ve done has worked to keep her calm for very long,” the stranger explains. “Potions are typically a last resort for me so I’m… I’m not sure what I should be making.”

“Uh,” Ghost says intelligently, sifting through his mind for an answer. He knows, he does, only, “I’ve never administered anything to something that wasn’t a wizard, but it should still work the same, with some adjustments.”

The stranger laughs. “‘It’ being…”

“Right, sorry.” Ghost clears his throat. His face warms with a blush, chest filled with passing embarrassment. He’s meant to be good, knowledgeable about these things. “The Draught of Peace. An anxiety reliever. But it’s a difficult potion to brew. You’d have to be experienced in potion-making to be certain nothing goes wrong.”

The stranger’s face falls. Ghost has already come to learn him to be rather expressive.

“Of course,” Ghost adds in a breath before he can stop himself. He isn’t sure why his mouth is still moving. “I could always make it for you.”

It's unfortunate that he can't find it in himself to regret the offer in any regard, after seeing the sheer and open look of hope it instills on the man's face.

[awesomesaurous]

-rant, please excuse the salt-

I really wish Don’t Starve Together was a different genre of game. I know that’s stupid because the objective “Don’t Starve” is the whole foundation of it, but I kind of just wish I could take the look and the loose story and make it more of an adventure and less of a never-ending survival game. I think in the Hamlet DLC for the base game, the “town” aspects of it scratched that itch a little bit, but I want more. The interface could even look exactly the same. I played the demo of Cult of the Lamb, and that game has a similar top-down 2D look to Don’t Starve, except there are in-game “cutscenes” and you have dialogue options which advance the creepy little narrative. Hollow Knight was good with this too. It’s a metroidvania, so there’s no crafting at all (I don’t consider status upgrades to be crafting), but like most RPGs with a silent protagonist, the story is furthered through exploration and interaction with NPCs. Some people love survival games, and I enjoy them quite a bit, but I like them to have an endpoint. The Flame in the Flood has a brutal difficulty curve, but it does reward you for your persistence, and it’s by no means impossible to beat. The journey takes you further and further along a river which at first seems endless - but it does have an end, and that’s what I want, I guess. Closure.

Hades is one of the most enjoyable games I’ve ever played, and the main reason was how much you are rewarded, even for failed attempts. You might totally choke on a run, but even so, every time you venture out you’re gaining more darkness/gems/etc that you can invest back into your stats and weapons. As in - there is no wrong way to play the game, you will move forward and improve no matter what. I love that. DST has finally dipped into this territory with Wilson’s skill tree, but I think they ought to give every character a similar mechanic. The skills would be specific to each character, and I think would give players more of an incentive to do repeat runs. At a certain point the whole game gets boring, and depending on my mood I sometimes boot it up, think about all the trees I’m going to have to cut down, and then immediately close the game, because I’m sick of doing virtual chores.

Stardew Valley was so addictive for me that I had to delete the game to get control of my life back. That game is nothing but farming and chores, yet I didn’t get tired of it. I think that’s because if you want to, you can ignore any aspect of the game you don’t care for, and time will pass anyway. You can spend all your time farming, or just mining, or focus on relationships with NPCs. Obviously with Don’t Starve, you can’t ignore food because starvation is an ever-present threat.

I also don’t give a damn about boss fights. I never have, in any game. I’m always eager for them to be over so I can get back to actually enjoying the game again, but nope I have to hit this thing 1000 times without getting permanently killed. Don’t Starve’s fighting system is shit, and it always has been. The hit boxes suck, and the fact that I need to download mods just to see health levels for the enemy is ridiculous.

I’ve had a lot of fun with DST, but I think I enjoy the fandom stuff more than the actual game. Same with TF2. It’s pretty fun to play, but I enjoy watching SFM videos and stuff like that more than playing the actual game. Don’t Starve has such fun characters and such an appealing style that it draws people in, and the animated shorts promise this wider world and a more intriguing story that isn’t in the actual game. Most players won’t even get to the cryptic hints at the story that are in the actual game (the Ruins, etc) due to the difficulty curve.

There’s a lot of creative energy and highly imaginative world-building, but when are we going to see it put to use? If anybody has any thoughts on all this, feel free to leave a reply.