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Creature of the Night (Josh Kiszka Smut)

Huge shoutout to my beta-reader for this fic and the creator of the masterpiece shown above, @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ NSFW, master kink

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(A/N): HAPPY ALMOST HALLOWEEN!! I had to come out with at least one relatively themed fic so I decided to do what felt the most right and write about Josh dressing up as Frank-N-Furter and going to a Rocky Horror Picture Show midnight screening with his bestie Y/N, after which things get steamy. If you’re unfamiliar with the Rocky Horror fan culture this might be a little confusing, and I’m already anticipating this fic getting less notes than others because of the content but I don’t mind writing low-traffic fics. I actually don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on a single fic before (I may have gotten a little carried away) but I��m really proud of how this turned out. But anyway this was inspired by the screening I was HOPING to attend this weekend before all the tickets sold out :( so I will simply be living vicariously through Josh and Y/N this year. I hope you all enjoy and have a happy and SAFE Halloween!

Stay sexy

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Creature of the Night

The show is a powerful force.

You’d heard it forever at this point. From your mother, telling you stories of her time around your age attending her first few Rocky Horror shows back in Detroit. From old crowd footage in the mini documentaries and film analyses you and Josh watched religiously on Youtube. Even from friends of yours who had gone to the local production before, the energy in the room where a Rocky Horror Picture Show was being put on was something to behold.

And at this point, you and Josh were absolutely foaming at the mouth for the opportunity to experience it.

While Josh still lived in Frankenmuth, your family had relocated to nearby Saginaw, where the closest Halloween performance was being held. The Saginaw Rocky Horror Picture Show has always been very strictly 18+ only, and this year was the first that you and Josh were both of age.

Naturally, you two had spent the entire month of October preparing. You would scoop up Josh in your car and drive out to every costume shop and vintage store you could find, looking for the perfect costume material. At first, it took some deliberation to decide who you both should dress up as for the show. But then, during one of the many rewatchings at his place, Josh happened to let out a slightly-too-accurate “How do you do, I-” at the beginning of “Sweet Transvestite,” and it clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened and flew over to him, his meeting yours curiously for a moment before realizing what you were thinking.

“Oh, Y/N, I don’t know.”

“Josh, you’d be perfect! You do a great Tim Curry, your hair is already just right and you’d look amazing in the outfit.” You insisted.

Josh warily turned back to the screen, where Dr. Frank-N-Furter was ripping off his cloak to reveal the black corset lingerie set underneath as he pranced around on stage. Josh bit his lip. “And it wouldn’t be weird? If I show up in… in women’s clothes?”

You tilted your head at him, “You know that’s kind of the standard for this show right?”

He shook his head and turned back to you, “I know, I know, it’s just… I’d definitely need your help.”

He watched your face light up at his begrudging agreement. “Josh, of course. I’ll help you find everything and I’ll learn how to do the makeup. Trust me, the payoff will be huge.” You took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled and squeezed back before turning back to the screen, taking in his costume choice from head to toe.

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, God, I’m gonna have to learn how to walk in heels, aren’t I?” He breathed out.

You grinned and leaned against Josh’s shoulder, “Mmmm but imagine how tall and powerful you’ll feel. You’ll finally be a head and shoulders above Jake.”

“Hey shut up.”

You both jumped a bit and turned around to see Jake casually eating a bowl of cereal at the dinner table behind the couch, unaware he had been sitting there.

You rolled your eyes at the other twin, “Fuck off Jake. Unless you wanna come in as Riff Raff I don’t wanna hear any input.”

Josh turned around, eyebrows raised, “Oooooh, you would make a good Riff Raff, Jake.”

Jake shook his head and stood up for the kitchen. “Nope. This is your thing.” He said flatly.

You and Josh shrugged and turned back to the screen, redirecting your focus on the callback lines you were supposed to be memorizing.

So there you and Josh were. You had taken the extra drive out to Detroit that day in search of better options, and were finally able to find a similar-looking corset that fit Josh’s body. It wasn’t until you got to Detroit that you two realized you had been looking in entirely the wrong stores. What you were looking for wasn’t going to be in a local vintage store or costume shop.

So that was how you found yourself wandering the aisles of a giant sex store with Josh. You tried as best you could to not get flustered at the idea of being here with him, trying to avert your eyes from the wall of porn DVDs on the shelf opposite the lingerie. Once you explained the circumstance, the shop workers had been nice enough to open the packagings and let Josh try on a few corsets over his shirt before deciding on one. While he was working with them, you walked around the store picking up the rest of the items he’d need; fishnets, black gloves, etc.

When you turned back around to find Josh, he was standing near the end of the aisle staring at something you couldn’t make out, but must’ve passed on your way over to where you were standing. You walked back over to stand next to him and your eyebrows lifted in realization when you saw what he was staring at.

It was a shiny, metallic gold bikini. Up until now, the two of you had hesitantly landed on you dressing up as Magenta, but without a Riff Raff it didn’t make as much sense. But this…This was basically an all-in-one Rocky costume for a girl.

“What do you think?” Josh asked before he turned to look at you, eyes steadily gauging your reaction.

Hesitantly, you picked it off the rack and held the plastic packaging in your hands, studying the fabric closely. “Well this would be… a lot…”

Josh scoffed. “Oh, and what I’m wearing isn’t?”

You tilted your head in agreement, before looking up to meet his gaze, “And you think I could pull it off?”

His eyes softened and he put his hands on your shoulders. “Without a single doubt, Y/N. We’re gonna be the hottest people there.”

You giggled at him and rolled your eyes, tucking the gold bikini under your arm with the rest of Josh’s costume. You walked past him and led the way to the checkout counter, humming “Sword of Damocles” under your breath to Josh’s amusement.

Fast forward a couple weeks, and Halloween night was finally upon you. Your parents left the house at 6 for a Halloween party at a family friend’s house, so when Josh came over at 7 with two bottles of red wine you both had the house to yourselves. Which was a relief, because not only would this take hours but there would definitely be some trial and error along the way. The privacy was appreciated.

The first thing that needed to be done was Josh’s makeup. You had spent hours in the last week watching makeup tutorials and practicing as best you could on yourself, sending pictures of a few of the better results to Josh for approval, which he always gave.

It really wasn’t a super complicated makeup look, but you weren’t used to putting makeup onto someone else’s face. Much less a man’s. You stood between Josh’s legs, crouching down to apply the foundation on his face. When you stood back up straight, your back cracked loudly.

Josh laughed at you and managed out, “Y/N, just sit on my lap before you get stuck hunched over like that.”

You chuckled back at him and reached over to grab the makeup materials you would need, placing them closer to the table next to you as Josh closed his legs to allow you space to sit.

Without thinking, you swung a leg over him to straddle him, so that you could face him directly as you sank onto his lap. Ever so slightly, you heard his breath catch in his throat and you froze for a moment when you realized he meant for you to sit sideways on his lap. Well, too late now.

You picked up your powder brush and reached up to gently set the foundation on his face, feeling his eyes burning into you but not daring to look. When it came time to do the eyes and draw on the eyebrows, you felt your left hand reach up to hold his face steady, gently wrapping around his curls to a rest on his forehead. Josh let out a low hum and mumbled, “This is so relaxing.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, “Maybe for you, I’m trying to draw on pin-straight eyebrows here.”

Josh tried to suppress a laugh, knowing you were doing painstaking work on one of his most expressive facial features.

“Hey, so have you been practicing in your heels?” You asked.

Josh let out a groan. “Ugh, not as much as I needed to. Hopefully I won’t be walking too much tonight anyway.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I mean, sure, but you still have to walk in. C’mon, let’s practice.”

With one eye completed and the rest of his face simply a little lighter than usual, you gently slid off Josh’s lap and walked over to the bag he brought full of his costume materials and fished out the massive-looking heels.

Now these had been an absolute menace to track down, let alone at a reasonable price. You were eventually able to rent a pair in his size from a drag warehouse online, but they had arrived just a few days ago, leaving little time for Josh to get acquainted with them.

Holding Josh’s hands in yours, you helped him step into the shoes and allowed your eyes to slowly trail up in admiration to his, which met yours with a raised eyebrow. “So how tall do you think I am in these?” He said, wobbling a bit like he was on stilts.

You looked up at him and gently pressed him back against the doorframe by his chest. The smirk fell right off his face as he watched you examine him closely, before deciding, “Probably close to 6 feet tall, actually!”

A slightly nervous grin reappeared on Josh’s face when he realized you were using the doorframe for size comparison, but he couldn’t shake the butterflies in his stomach from the brief moment he thought you might kiss him.

“Nice.” He managed out.

From there, you placed your hands back into his and started walking backwards, gesturing for him to take a step forward. Like a small baby deer, he lifted his wobbly legs painstakingly and firmly planted them on the ground ahead of him. You let words of encouragement rain down from your mouth as he started to gain confidence, walking a little faster and less wobbly, before he was able to let one of your stabilizing hands go.

Within half an hour, he was a champ. He was walking with the same confidence Frank has in the movie and you smiled to yourself as you saw the vision you had had that one afternoon slowly begin to come to life. That is, until the dumbass said, “Hey, how fast do you think I could run in these?” and fell on his ass before you could get a warning out.

Between laughs, you reached your hands out to help him up, “Okay, Mr. Furter, let’s get the rest of your makeup on before you break the heels we rented. Or a bone.”

He smiled up at you and accepted your hand and you two were back in the position you were in before. At this point, you figured if you didn’t straddle him again it would imply you felt weird doing it before. Josh was very perceptive like that. And you really didn’t even feel weird doing it, it just made your heart beat a little faster, especially because he was left with nowhere to put his hands except around your waist or on your thighs. This was where they found themselves when you finally finished the lipstick, fingers drumming against the fleshy part of your leg to the tune of the Meatloaf record he had put on to set the mood.

You set down the lip brush with a proud look on your face. “Alright, you’re all done. Take a look… Master…” You added, after taking a moment to remember whether Frank’s little minions in the movie called him “master” or “doctor.”

He had already reached for his phone and was hovering his finger over the camera button when he looked back up at you with a look he had never given you before. “Careful there.” He warned, a smile toying at his lips that sent chills down your spine. You were suddenly very aware of how close you were and moved to stand back up, reaching for your mascara and highlighter to apply a light makeup look onto yourself for your genderbent Rocky.

After a few moments of silence you turned back to Josh, who was still admiring his face in the iPhone camera, turning it at all different angles and making different faces. He noticed you watching and broke into a bashful smile, “What?”

“You know, it really does suit you. You should experiment with makeup more, for shows and stuff. The girls would go crazy.”

Josh rolled his eyes at you, “Oh, the girls would go crazy?” He mocked.

You nodded back at him seriously, taking him a bit by surprise when you said matter-of-factly, “They would, Josh. Androgyny is super sexy, you know.”

You turned back to your handheld mirror to finish your makeup, missing the long look Josh gave you before getting up to open one of the bottles of wine you almost forgot about.

Before you knew it, it was 9pm and time to don the outfits. You shuffled into your bedroom with your glass of wine to change into your “costume,” which you had added a few loose ace bandages to around your waist and arm in effort to play up the character and conceal yourself a bit. When you stepped back down the stairs, you were almost surprised to see Josh in the black panties and unlaced corset with his back to you. “Perfect timing, could you lace me up, mama?”

You were glad he wasn’t facing you because you were absolutely blushing, not just because of Josh’s current state but his nickname for you. “You sure you wanna tighten this up before absolutely necessary? It’ll be kinda tough to breathe.”

He shook his head, “I got lungs of steel, Y/N. Lace me up, I gotta see it.”

You agreed and took the laces in your hands. “You ready?” You asked, to which he nodded. You pulled taught the top and bottom weaving before yanking harshly on the lace in the middle, causing Josh to gasp. “Too tight?”

Again, he shook his head, “No, no, just… an unfamiliar feeling.”

Once you tied the laces in place, he turned around to face you and both of your eyes widened. You took a moment to unabashedly drink him in. He stood tall in front of you, legs looking absolutely sinful in the fishnets and heels. The corset accentuated his already-petite frame, defining a waist where there previously wasn’t one. Complete with the makeup and jewelry, it was a masterpiece. And yet, you could still clearly see Josh through it. He wasn’t lost in it.

What he was lost in, however, was your body in that bikini. You had applied a little shimmering body lotion in your room, feeling more and more like your costume was just a swimsuit compared to his, and his eyes danced around your body as light reflected off of it. You looked like you were glowing. He had certainly seen you in a swimsuit before, but this couldn’t be more different. At least, in his eyes.

“Wow.” You finally managed out.

Josh nodded, finally meeting your eyes, “Wow indeed.”

You smiled at him and gestured toward the bathroom, “Well go see how it looks!”

You watched as his eyes lit up and he scampered off to the bathroom, where you heard a loud “God DAMN!” reverberate through the walls.

You walked in to see Josh posing and making faces into the mirror. You walked up next to him and he slung an arm around your shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you we’d be the hottest people there?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you looped your arm around his new waist, the feeling foreign to both of you. “We’re not even there yet, someone could be hotter.”

Josh crouched down a little to be eye-level with you (something also very new). “Nobody could top us right now.”

You held his gaze for a moment before looking down at his legs, “Hey how far down do you think you can go in those?” You asked curiously. Josh raised a painted eyebrow and slowly sank to the floor, knees stretched wide at his sides.

Your jaw opened slightly and his eyes widened as he looked up at you with an invigorated grin. “Oh that felt hot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement once more as you helped him back up to his towering stance above you. Looking up at Josh was really taking some getting used to, somehow more than the rest of his getup.

You turned around and walked back to retrieve your wine, bending over slightly to get it from the coffee table you set it down on to lace Josh up. When you turned around, you found Josh leaning against the bathroom doorframe, eyes fixed on you until he noticed yours on him and scrambled to look away, walking toward his wine as well.

There was something about that fact that Josh, looking showstopping as ever in drag, was still visibly affected by you in this outfit. It gave you the reassurance you needed when it was finally time to get in the Uber and head to the show.

You and Josh had thrown on jackets because it was Michigan in mid-autumn and you were both practically naked, but also so that you could fit your folded newspapers and bags of rice in the pockets (along with a shooter of fireball each to settle nerves before walking in). You were both buzzing off adrenaline and the wine bottle you had finished off before you left as you sat in the backseat of the stranger’s Pontiac. Josh’s hand reached for yours and squeezed tightly. You squeezed back, turning to look at him, barely visible from the light of the car’s console.

“I haven’t felt this much adrenaline in years, Y/N. This is so crazy.” He blurted out, a focused excitement in his voice.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, until you saw his face fall slightly as his eyes strayed from yours in thought. “What is it?” You squeezed his hand again.

“You don’t think there will be anybody there who recognizes me, do you?”

His voice had completely changed from the energy of his previous statement. You knit your brows in confusion and put your other hand on his. “Josh, this isn’t the kind of crowd you need to be worried about.” He nodded, and then you added, “Also, I don’t even think Jake would recognize you at this point.”

He laughed loudly, making the driver look up at you two from the rear view mirror, quieting Josh considerably. “Yeah you’re probably right. Thanks.” He murmured as he squeezed your hand back.

Within minutes you were pulling up to the community theater where the show was being held, a large banner broadcasting the event across the entrance. Josh took a shaky breath and turned to you, “Ready?” You nodded and he opened the door, stepping out and pulling you along with him.

You walked up to the venue (briskly, because you were both now facing the cold evening air in bare legs). “Fuck, how do you girls do this shit? I can’t feel my toes.”

You giggled at him, “From the cold or the heels?”

“Both! Why do you get to wear moccasins when I’m stuck in heels!” He whined.

“Josh, Rocky doesn’t even wear shoes. The only reason I’m not going full Sam tonight is so that I don’t get actual frostbite.”

You stopped as you reached the entrance, turning to look at each other one last time with exhilarated looks. You fished your shooter out of your jacket pocket and he followed suit, unscrewing the top and holding up the mini bottle. “Cheers to you, Y/N. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anybody else in the world.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his sentiment, thankful for the cool wind to play it off. You raised your mini bottle and clinked it against his. “To you, Josh. For taking a chance on my brilliant idea.”

Josh snorted and you both brought the bottles to your lips, tilting your heads back to drain them. You took his empty out of his hand and threw both bottles into the nearby trash can before returning to his side. You both nodded at eachother and unzipped your jackets, letting them fall off your shoulders and into your arms. With that, the cold air pushed you both into the building as Josh slung his arm around you, “It really was a brilliant idea, I’ll give you that.”

You watched as the ticket collectors took in your costumes, faces lighting up and jaws dropping. “Oh wow, this might be the best we’ve seen tonight. Eric, come see!” The woman in the brightly-colored Columbia costume leaned into the drape-covered entrance and a guy dressed up as the Narrator popped his head out with a gasp.

“Oh, magnificent! Please, come in.”

You set down your two tickets on the counter and the Columbia woman ripped off the ends and handed them back to you. Josh’s arm trailed from your shoulders to the small of your back as you two pushed through the drapes.

You were greeted with a large auditorium filled with people- some dressed as different takes on the characters, and some just dressed in black lingerie. You could feel Josh relax a bit next to you, and gently push you forward up the aisle to find a seat. As you walked up the aisle, both of you were showered in compliments from other fans, but mostly Josh. You couldn’t blame them, you had been a little worried to be out in public in something so revealing but now it was clear that as long as you were next to Josh, nobody would be paying too much attention to you. And for a different reason than normal.

As you settled in your seats, Josh’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh wait, they never even asked us if we’re virgins!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, “Josh I don’t think either of us look very virginal right now.”

He laughed back at you, “No, we certainly don’t.”

Pretty soon the pre-show antics were kicking off and as you saw the various tasks and spectacles the “virgins” were being subjected to, you found yourselves slightly relieved to have missed the opportunity.

But because it wasn’t you onstage, it was simply entertaining as hell.

The screening kicked off and the energy in the room escalated as the music to “Science Fiction/Double Feature” began, and the audience immediately started chanting the introductory call back lines.

You turned to look at Josh, who was already looking at you. You beamed at each other and leaned your heads back in the seats to scream in unison with the crowd, “And God said, LET THERE BE LIPS!”

You closed your eyes as Richard O’Brien’s voice flooded your senses, perfectly content. You felt Josh take your hand and you both held on tightly as you felt the beginnings of what you had been waiting years to experience approaching.

And of course the rest of the show was just as sensational as you had always hoped. You giggled as you threw your rice in the wedding scene, and every time Janet was introduced to someone and you and the rest of the audience screamed “SLUT!”, something you had only whispered before along with Josh in private viewings. Dancers crawled through the audience during songs, several stopping to interact with Josh before slithering away further into the crowd. You could tell he was eating up the attention, but his hand was still locked in yours, resting just above your knee.

And then, it was your scene. Rocky, both on screen and in front of you in actor form, rose out of the chamber and started running around and singing while Frank chased him. You couldn’t help but dance in your seat- the strange song had become one of your favorites on the album in the process of getting to this moment. You could feel Josh’s eyes on you and when he shook slightly with laughter.

However, once the song ended and you stopped dancing, you hardly even noticed that your hand that was interwoven with Josh’s was now resting a few inches higher on your thigh. That is, you hardly noticed until “I Can Make You A Man” started playing and his pinky finger split from the group to start rubbing slow, tiny little circles onto the soft flesh of your leg. He had obviously touched you before, hundreds of times that day even, but this one felt different as you both watched your on-screen and on-stage counterparts perform the sensual song together. It was such a small action, even the people sitting next to you two wouldn’t notice. And yet, it lit a fire in your stomach and made your heart race in a way his touch hadn’t before. Something had changed, and you couldn’t quite place what. But now you couldn’t be more distracted.

The rest of the show flew by faster than you’d hoped. The tension was lightened a bit when you and Josh jammed out to “Hot Patootie,” having asked Jake years ago to learn the chords to the solo and show them to you so that you two could most accurately air-guitar along to it. And as usual the end of the movie left you in a bit of a daze, almost surprised when the lights came back up.

You turned and looked at Josh, a bit dazed himself, and he gave you a smile and your hand a squeeze. “You ready to go home, Rocky?”

You stretched in your seat and replied, “No, but I suppose we must.”

With that, Josh ordered another Uber and soon you were back in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Something was still different between you and Josh- your legs were touching and it felt like his skin was searing into yours. Neither of you spoke, hyper aware of the driver and considerably sobered up since you had left.

However, as soon as you walked through the threshold of your still-empty house, it was all

“Should I open the other wine?”

“Yeah, I’ll put a record on.”

And you parted ways. Your eyes skimmed over your family’s record collection, a strange energy in the pit of your stomach, but you couldn’t help your hands when you placed the record on the player.

You heard Josh chuckle behind you as he approached with the wine, “Just can’t get enough, huh?” He jeered as the opening track of the Rocky Horror soundtrack flooded the room.

You took a glass from his hands and shrugged, “Don’t want tonight to end, I guess.” You said bashfully.

Josh grinned down at you and raised his glass to yours, “To tonight.”

You returned the smile and took a sip.

For the next half hour or so, you two drained the second bottle of red wine and danced around the house to the first few songs of the album, screaming along to “Time Warp” so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard. Refueled by the wine, Josh put on a stunning performance of “Sweet Transvestite” that, once again, distracted you from the onset of the song. Your song. That is, until the intricate piano riff echoed through the room and you and Josh met eyes. And that was the moment you realized “Sword of Damocles” never made it to the vinyl soundtrack, thus not allowing you any warning for what was about to happen next.

Singing along to the words, Josh slowly stepped toward you until his body was right up against yours, eyes locked on you to gauge your reaction to his next actions.

“And soon in the gym

With a determined chin

The sweat from his pores

As he works for his cause”

His hand rested on your cheek as he sang softly, before slinking their way down your neck and the center of your body toward your bottoms before flying back off, just as Frank had done in the movie. You felt the air escape your chest as you lost yourself in his touch and his eyes on yours. You were almost disappointed when his hand flew off.

“We’ll make him glisten

And gleam

And with massage

And just a little bit of steam”

This time, both of his hands trailed down your arms, ghosted across your hips to rest behind you at the small of your back. You arched a brow at him and stood on the balls of your feet to urge his hand to fall lower, and just on time Josh’s voice stuttered in surprise, hand staying firm on your ass as you lowered yourself back down.

He paused his movements and his eyes flickered down to your lips. In a split second, the world seemed to stop. There was nothing but you and Josh.

And then his lips crash landed onto yours as the piano came in. And suddenly it was like a dam broke loose.

His arms wrapped tightly around you and your hands immediately found their way into his hair. The kiss was intense and passionate, releasing all the pent-up tension from the night and years before it.

You two stumbled around the room, both pushing harshly against each other as the chorus kicked in until you found yourself tumbling back-first onto the couch, Josh landing on top of you with his legs splayed out hoisting himself up.

His hands were all over you, acquainting themselves with every crevice, every bend and curve of your body that he had thought about touching so many times before as his mouth moved against yours. You sighed as his lips left yours for your neck, leaving a path of bright red lipstick kisses from your cheek to your collarbone, sucking harshly to fill the gaps between the pigment with dark love bites.

You wrapped your legs around his thighs, pulling him closer to you and relishing in the feeling of the fishnets still on him. You couldn’t quite place it, but the fact that you were finally about to hook up with Josh while he was dressed like who you considered to be the ultimate fictional sex god made you feel absolutely insatiable for him.

He pulled away for a moment, and you immediately noticed his lipstick had largely smudged off. What he saw, on the other hand, was the breathtaking view of you, all hot and bothered (for him, no less), with a visual trail of where he had kissed down your body, all culminating at a dull cloud of red surrounding your lips. Outside of this moment, he would’ve laughed at you or made a witty comment, but at that moment it only further fueled the fire roaring within him to make you his.

He continued where he left off, leaving increasingly less-pigmented kisses down the center of your chest. He stopped and looked up to you with his teeth between the string in the middle of your chest, just between the pieces of fabric covering your breasts. You laced your fingers into his curls affirmatively and, just for good measure, breathed out, “Take me, master.”

Josh growled into your chest and tore the cheap material off your chest with one swift movement, holding the remains of your top in his mouth triumphantly until he looked down and feasted his eyes on your bare chest for the first time, letting the fabric fall onto the floor when his jaw hung open. You let him take you in for a moment as the song faded away, hoping the energy didn’t with it.

However, when the upbeat intro of “Hot Patootie” followed it, Josh’s eyes met yours with a mischievous glint before he leaned down and ravaged your chest. As the room seemed to heat up, you could feel his makeup coming off onto your torso and you just couldn’t bring yourself to care about the state your couch would be in the following morning. All you could think about was Josh’s hot breathy mouth trailing down your stomach.

His shadowed eyes gazed back up at you as he ghosted his fingertips up your legs, “You gonna be good for me tonight, darling?”

Aching for his touch, feeling his breath fan over where you needed him most, you whimpered, “Yes, master, anything you want.” You watched his pupils dilate from below and his fingers crept up past the flimsy bottoms of your costume, hooking underneath to pull them back down slowly like a creeping tide.

He pressed kisses onto each new exposed inch, nuzzling himself further between your legs with each kiss. You felt your head fall against the couch and your eyes roll back into your head as his tongue made contact with your clit. His hands came to a rest hooked under your hips, splayed across your hipbones locking you in place as your hips bucked up at the sensation.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together, effectively locking Josh in with you. For a split second you were worried about suffocating him, until you looked back down at him and he sent you a wink.

You didn’t have time to react before he was sinking a digit into your heat. You moaned loudly in surprise, hand flying over your mouth at the unexpected sound. Josh was quick to react as he reached an arm up to pull yours back down from your face, interlacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his tightly as you felt your climax steadily approaching. From what felt like miles away, you heard the song change to the ever-fitting “Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me” and Susan Sarandon’s high pitched voice seemed to harmonize with your whines.

“Josh this is… holy shit, I-…. master, you’re so good.” You could barely form a sentence let alone keep up this little role play as he thrust his finger in and out of you, curling slightly to hit your sweet spot while his lips stayed wrapped around your clit. “I’m so close.” You whimpered.

Your free hand slid up to tweak your nipple as you basked in the mounting pleasure, causing Josh to moan and rut his hips forcefully against the couch, sending it back a few inches across the wooden floor. Both the vibration from his moan and the jostle from the couch sent you toppling over the edge, screaming Josh’s name as you came hard onto his fingers.

He sat back up with a victorious grin, licking a long, sinful stripe up each side of his fingers as he held your fucked-out gaze, still catching your breath.

He crawled back on top of you and met your lips again. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you could feel what you were doing to him on your thigh. You trailed your nails tantalizingly down his back before sliding your fingers under the black panties. He rutted his hips against yours and you mewled into his mouth. In accordance with the song’s lyrics, his hands ran all over your hot skin, as if he had already forgotten the feeling.

You, on the other hand, were trying to push down his bottoms while he was still firmly ground against you. Taking matters into your own hands, you used the little energy you had left to push Josh back onto the other side of the couch so that you were on top. Your hands raked down his chest before sliding to the black panties he was absolutely straining out of. He lifted his hips slightly to let you pull them down to his ankles.

What you were met with was the awe-inducing sight of his swollen red cock straining against the loose hold of the fishnet tights. You tilted your head and licked your lips as you stared down at it, taking a mental picture before reaching down and ripping a massive hole through the crotch.

Josh gasped but had little time to react further before your mouth was on him, placing a small kiss on the head before hollowing your cheeks for him and taking his length fully in your throat. He let out a low groan and let himself buck his hips into your throat once before reaching down to pull your head off by your hair. “Unfortunately, my creature, any more of that and the fun will have to end too early.”

You smiled up at him, crawling up his body to meet his face again. “Well then we better not waste any time, master.”

He rather unceremoniously flipped you two over so he was back on top. His face lined back up against yours as you felt him lining himself up with your entrance. You pressed your face into his neck, leaving small anticipatory nips before sinking your teeth into his shoulder as he entered you, inch by inch, muffling your strangled cry. He paused to let you adjust to him and you unhinged your jaw from him, peppering light kisses to the bite mark that would definitely be left behind.

You reached your arm back across his back and noticed his corset was still tied taught. Reaching your other hand around, you undid the knot and felt Josh heave a sigh of relief as the corset gave out, allowing his torso to return to its normal size. You shoved it up over his head and pressed kisses onto his chest as he slowly began to move.

You threw your head back in pleasure at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, filling and stretching you completely. Your hands found their way back into his hair and he pressed his forehead against yours, pulling your head back to attention.

“You’re so tight for me, darling. So wet. You came so hard for me earlier. You wanna come again for your master?”

He reached a finger under your chin to tilt it up at him as he breathed the words into your mouth. You nodded feverishly and whimpered, “Yes master. Please.”

He bit his lip as his eyes trailed down to your neck, and his hand soon followed suit, placing a light grip over your windpipe.

Your mouth fell open at the feeling as he started to build a steady pace, slamming relentlessly into you.Your eyes trailed over him, makeup and love bites littered across his body, fishnets torn at the middle but still beautifully decorating his muscular legs as he thrust himself into you. And the heels. There was something about the way he was absolutely railing you in 6 inch platforms that almost sent you back over the edge again.

But your attention was brought back up to Josh when he breathlessly confessed, “You’re so beautiful. I think about it every time I see you. Absolutely stunning.”

You were slightly caught off guard by the tender confession in the middle of the hottest sex you’d ever had, but his words sent shockwaves straight to your core and you felt yourself clench around him, causing him to moan.

His hand moved up from your neck back to your face, brushing some hair away to get a clearer view of you. “But you’ve never looked better than when you’re taking my cock, darling. You take it so well for me… You look like an angel right now.”

You knew his head was clouded by pleasure and exhilaration, and damn yours was too, but his words made your heart flutter. You flashed a smile up at Josh and he lunged back down to take your mouth in his.

This slightly altered position, him pressed up against you thrusting into you, was sending new friction onto your clit and suddenly you were close as ever to a second orgasm.

You pulled Josh’s hair harshly to separate your faces slightly, darkened eyes up against yours. “Can I come for you, master? Please?”

Josh’s eyes rolled back slightly and he bit his lip again at the words coming out of your mouth. He pressed his nose against yours and groaned, “Come for me, creature.”

He leaned more of his body weight down onto you and swirled his hips for added friction and your mouth dropped open in pleasure as you felt yourself release onto his moving dick. You whimpered his name into his ear as your core clenched and pulsated around him, causing his thrusts to get sloppy.

In your post-orgasm fugue, you remembered he hadn’t put on a condom, so you pulled Josh’s face down to you, “You need to come on me, not in me, master.”

He nodded at you, taking your bottom lip in his teeth for a tantalizing moment before pulling off of you, stroking himself quickly to maintain the sensation.

You adjusted yourself so that you were laying with your open mouth just below his throbbing dick, the rest of your body laid out on the couch before him for him to admire in all of it’s smudged, bitten glory. It didn’t take more than a few moments at this angle for Josh to come sputtering all over you, landing largely on your breasts but trickling down to pool at your stomach.

The two of you took a few moments to catch your breath. He leaned back to meet your eyes underneath him, stroking your hair affectionately. Your eyes fluttered closed at his gentle touch, still reeling yourself.

In the new silence of the room, you brought your attention back to the record on the player. “Rose Tint My World” was just starting up and you raised an eyebrow at Josh. “We fucked through ‘Eddie?’”

He burst into laughter above you. You knew it was his favorite song because of the ridiculous German accent, but you swore you didn’t even hear it come and go as he was fucking you into oblivion.

You couldn’t help but mumble along to Columbia’s squeaky voice as Josh got up to get something to clean you off, finally kicking off his heels and letting the soles of his feet reconnect with the floor. You opened your mouth to warn him but before you could he exclaimed, “Oh FUCK my feet hurt.”

You giggled up at him as he limped over to the bathroom, “I was gonna say, they’re not gonna hurt until you take them off. Probably should’ve waited until you got back.”

He re emerged in the doorframe with a damp washcloth and a small grin still plastered on his face as he took you in. Sprawled out on the couch, freshly fucked, waiting for him with his cum on your body as you wiggled around to the beat of the song. He gently wiped it all away, making no effort to clean any of the other dark smudges on your body, before discarding the cloth and scooping you into his arms.

He carried you through the hallway and into your bedroom, before climbing into the bed while still holding you in the tight embrace. You pulled back slightly to rest your head on a pillow and face Josh.

Illuminated only by the moonlight behind you, you watched him stare back at you, as Tim Curry’s dreamy voice cut through the silence a few walls away, where the record was still playing. You reached a hand out to stroke his face affectionately, and he did the same. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other close, until Josh broke the silence.

“You know, when I used to think about the possibility of this happening one day, us hooking up, I didn’t think I’d be in lipstick and heels when it happened.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that and he chuckled along with you until his face fell serious once more.

“Is everything gonna go back to the way it was before when we wake up tomorrow?”

You could detect a bit of worry in his voice, like he thought you had just gotten carried away with the show energy and wouldn’t normally be down for what just happened the way that he had just confessed to have been.

You stared deeply into his eyes, a small smile creeping back onto your lips as you whispered, “I don’t think I can go back to the way we were before, not after tonight.”

His smile matched yours and he slowly leaned in for a kiss. This one was different from the others you’d shared that night, it was delicate and sweet and gentle. Like he was worried you would break like a porcelain doll if he kissed you too hard. You almost wanted to laugh, given this man had his hands around your neck less than half an hour ago. But instead you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Me neither.”

You don’t know when you fell asleep, both absolutely exhausted after the night you’d spent together. When you did, you were startled awake by the sounds of your parents in the living room. You bolted out of bed when you realized you had no idea what state you two had left the room in, and went to run out the door before you heard Josh mumble, “Might wanna check your reflection before you do that.”

You skidded to a halt in your tracks, turning to look at the vanity mirror on your desk. He was absolutely right, you were still covered in hickies and the remains of Josh’s makeup. Josh clambered out of your bed and met you at the mirror, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. The makeup that had remained on his face through your lovemaking, largely the eye makeup, was now swirling around his eyes in a stormy black cloud. You leaned into his chest and pressed a small kiss onto his arms before chuckling when you saw he was still wearing the fishnets and nothing else.

“Wanna hop in the shower? No funny business or my parents will hear.” You warned.

He put his hands up in surrender, smirking at you before obliging.

Quiet as a mouse, you both tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, turning on the shower that would alert your parents that you had woken up. You helped Josh peel off the tights as the water heated up before you both climbed under the warm stream. You took some face wash and rubbed it in your hands before gently slathering it all over Josh’s face. He tried his best to hold back a laugh, still letting a snort cut through the air. You gave him a warning look before massaging the rest of the face wash onto your own face, leaving him to scrub off his eye makeup.

After you had both scrubbed yourselves clean, you exited the shower and quickly realized you’d only solved half the problem. You both had deep, dark hickies on your necks and chests, so you sighed and pulled out your makeup drawer to get some cover-up. Josh sat on the toilet and patted his lap expectantly, and you smiled and straddled him the way you did the night before. His hands comfortably fell just above the swell of your ass as you applied the concealer to the marks you’d left him that would be visible over a shirt, before getting up to do the same to yourself.

Hesitantly, you creaked open the door and poked your head around to make sure the coast was clear, before the two of you scampered back into your bedroom to put on clothes.

Feeling victorious for having diverted your original problem, you were still met by immediately disapproving looks from your parents as you entered the living room.

The anxiety bubbled back up in your chest as you made eye contact with your mother, “Hey, how was your party?”

She raised an eyebrow at you and your eyes scanned the couch behind her for any indication of what had happened the night before, not seeing anything. How does she know?

She finally opened her mouth to speak, “Oh, our party was lovely. How was your party?”

Your dad finally approached with the two empty wine bottles and you heard Josh swear under his breath. He had forgotten your parents were so strict with alcohol.

You, on the other hand, felt your body relax. This would be a punishment you could absolutely talk your way out of. Fucking your best friend on the family couch, however, was not.

And yet, your mother continued, “I understand that you both have turned 18 and feel like adults but you’re not yet! These laws are in place for a reason and there’s no point in sullying your developing minds with pollutants like these, okay? I know you had a fun night planned but you don’t need alcohol to have fun.”

You both fought the urge to roll your eyes at the lecture this was turning into, instead nodding along dumbly.

Your mother rambled on but you were soon distracted by Josh’s hand brushing against yours behind your backs, hidden from view of your worked-up mother. His pinky finger slid up to brush between your open ones, and you bit your lip to fight a smile. Even while staring into the disappointed eyes of your mother, you couldn’t help but feel giddy with anticipation over the new day that had risen on yours and Josh’s relationship.

#shitting n pissing my pants posting this #bro how did this become my magnum opus #also this is my 1000th post on this account which feels fitting #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x y/n #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fanfic #gvf imagine #gvf smut

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THE JEDI AS NATURAL, INSTINCTIVE TEACHERS IS A FUNDAMENTAL TO WHO THEY ARE AT THE CORE. For @jedijune‘s theme for Saturday, June 13th: Teaching/Learning

Taking a Closer Look at the Jedi Order in Star Wars Canon [Meta/Reference Guide]: Chapter 3: Teaching Is A Central Theme To The Jedi

Teaching is a central theme to the Jedi: Obi-Wan: “You’d make a good teacher.” Anakin: “No thanks.” Obi-Wan: “Anakin, teaching is a privilege. And it’s part of a Jedi’s responsibility to help train the next generation.” [Star Wars: The Clone Wars movie]

“Master Yoda said we never stop learning. Perhaps the Master is meant to be as much a student as the Padawan. I may not be the teacher that Qui-Gon was. But I am the one that Anakin has.” (–Obi-Wan Kenobi, Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi #1)

Henry Gilroy and Dave Filoni on establishing Yoda as a teacher early on: Gilroy: "There were elements that we really wanted to explore, and that was things that were classic to Yoda, as a teacher. We thought this was a great opportunity to show how the Jedi interact with the clones. Specifically Yoda in a teaching role, of the clones, who were socially new, who were created to fight, and he really broadened their horizons, and helped them realize there was a great big universe out there that was bigger than just fighting and killing.“ Filoni: "You see Yoda teaching the clones, much like he taught Luke, ‘cause that was kind of natural for them, a natural instinct to take these clones like their students. And it really allowed Yoda to have a scene that was reminiscent of a scene we both liked growing up, when he was teaching Luke.” (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, “Ambush” commentary)

George Lucas on education (who believes it is the most fundamental issue): “Plato didn’t teach [in the sense of drilling answers into them] people anything. All he did was ask questions. The process was asking questions–'Why is the sky blue?’ It was purely a reverse of us feeding you all the information and [instead] teaching the kids how to learn.” I find this is often the answer for why Yoda or the other Jedi don’t just lecture on the answers re: Force theology, because the narrative believe/creator’s belief is that it’s more important to teach how to ask a question than to drill in an answer. A direct example is Yoda’s teachings to Ahsoka in “Teach You, I Will” getting her to think for herself and how George Lucas talks in an Empire Strikes Back documentary about Yoda’s bizarre speech patterns being about getting the audience to really stop and think about what the weird little frog man is saying.

JEDI PHILOSOPHY + TEACHINGS:

The Jedi did not see themselves as infallible or that failure was something any of them could avoid, even for their most esteemed Council members: Depa Billaba: "We cannot deny, Masters, that I failed you. Failed you on a massive scale.“ Obi-Wan Kenobi: "A lack of failure has never been a prerequisite to service, else none of us would be here. Welcome back to the Council, Master Billaba.” [Kanan: The Last Padawan]

The Jedi do not see themselves as a source of the light side of the Force, but rather the other way around. In Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith, Jocasta faces off against Vader and says: “You are [Palpatine’s] tool. Little better than a droid, set to stamp out the light side of the Force. But this is impossible. The Force is eternal. It cannot be ended, it cannot be stopped, not so long as life exists.“ showing that, even if all the Jedi were dead, they knew that the light would still find its way in the galaxy, because the Force is eternal, the Force is in all life, the light is in all life, so long as that life exists.

“The Jedi can guide. We can teach. We can help people to help themselves. But we are not an army. If a people are truly determined to write themselves out of existence, there is little we can do.” [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

Questions are shown as natural and a good thing: “A child, Anakin remains. His path before coming to us, difficult. His questions, natural.” [–Yoda, Obi-Wan & Anakin] "I have no issues with Anakin. He is asking questions, as he should be at his age.“ [–Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan & Anakin]

It’s not just younglings that should be asking questions, but everyone: "Answers, did you find?” "I did. And as often is with the Force, more questions.“ "Mmmm. Good, questions are. Ask them we must. Certainty in our understanding, to arrogance it leads. To the dark side.” [–Yoda, Qui-Gon, Age of the Republic - Qui-Gon Jinn #1]

Questions and determining your own path tend to be a big theme with the Jedi, that everyone must determine what they want for themselves, what they understand the Force has laid out their path to be and whether they want that, like with the above, and when it’s woven into the very decision that Ezra has to make, that Kanan can’t just tell him what to do on this: “Which way is the right way? “The wrong question, that is.” “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” “A better question, that is.” “Kanan said I was gonna be tested, but he never said what for or why.” “And your Master tell you everything, must he?” “Well– No.” “Your path you must decide.” [–Ezra and Yoda, Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

Obi-Wan taught Anakin that things should not be trampled just for acting according to their nature, instead (when they can) use the Force to move them along: "These beasts are nearly mindless, Anakin. I can feel it. They are merely following their nature, they should not die simply because they crossed our path. Use the Force to send them on their way.” [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

Henry Gilroy says a similar thing with: "Obi-Wan truly is a Jedi in that he’s like, ‘Okay, I’m not going to murder these creatures [in the Ryloth arc of The Clone Wars]. They’re starving to death. They’ve basically been unleashed against these people as a weapon, but it’s not their fault. They’re just doing what they do. They’re just animals who wanna eat.’ [Aggressive Negotiations Interview]

Ezra says he saw his parents and Kanan tells him what the Jedi teach: "I saw them, Kanan. My parents. I-- I can't explain how." "The Jedi teach that life doesn't cease at death, merely changes form in the Force. Your parents are alive inside you, Ezra. They will be. Always." [Star Wars Rebels, "Legacy"]

JEDI AND THEIR STUDENTS:

A great emphasis is placed on teachers and students working together: “Yoda cocked his head. ‘Adapt he must as well. Cooperation is learned not through individual effort. Only together can you progress.’” [Master and Apprentice] Yoda also says the bond between a Master and a Padawan is sacred. [Dooku: Jedi Lost]

Jedi are never really done being students/being tested, even when they become teachers and Masters themselves, that students teach Masters just as Masters teach students, and their tests reflect this: "But surely I should have been informed if you were testing my Padawan?“ "Who says the lesson was for him?” Bant said, smiling at her old friend. Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped. "You were testing me?“ "For both of you, the test was,” Yoda told him. Mace nodded. "A reminder that while Padawans must listen to their masters…“ "Teachers must also listen to their pupils,” Bant concluded. [Choose Your Destiny: Obi-Wan & Anakin]

“This is why we study. Why we learn. Skill is the child of patience.“ [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

"Your mission was never about [bringing back] the book. It was about everything you did to find it. All the challenges you had to face along the way. And you overcame them all.” "It was a test.“ "It was a journey, the next step in your training, and you succeeded in every way that mattered.” (–Luminara Unduli, Barriss Offee, Star Wars Adventures #20)

EARLY JEDI TEACHINGS/JEDI PHILOSOPHY 101:

As an overview of what Jedi teach as the early and foundational lessons, across multiple media, we see that meditation and self-reflection are just as important as bonding with their sacred crystal and practicing with their lightsaber, which then also connects with how so much of the early teachings Kanan gives Ezra when they're just starting are just as much/more focused on connection and understanding of self. (As detailed below this!) [Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi + Kanan: The Last Padawan + Obi-Wan & Anakin]

One of the very first training sessions we see Kanan giving to Ezra–and thus informing our understanding of the foundations of Jedi teachings–is to have Ezra doing a handstand and tells him to, “Focus. Focus on letting go.” Eventually, trying to toss objects at him to get him into letting the Force move through him, hear its whispers instead of shouting at it. Before Kanan brings out his lightsaber to practice with, he wants Ezra to first mentally focus. [Star Wars Rebels, “Rise of the Old Masters”]

Another one of the earliest lessons Kanan teaches Ezra, putting it as one of the foundations of Jedi teachings is how they're connected to other beings: “Step outside of yourself. Make a connection with another being.” as he teaches Ezra to connect with a loth-cat. “I just don’t see the point of this.” “The point is that you’re not alone. You’re connected to every living thing in the universe.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Empire Day”]

When Kanan first starts training Ezra, he repeats Yoda’s saying of, “Do or do not. There is no try.” When Ezra questions it, Kanan says that he really doesn’t understand it, either. By the end of the episode, after Kanan realizes Luminara can’t train Ezra, that he has to commit to Ezra instead of half-assing this, he says: "I– Ezra. I’m not gonna try to teach you anymore. If all I do is try, that means I don’t truly believe I can succeed. So from now on, I will teach you.“ [Star Wars Rebels, “Rise of the Old Masters”]

Another early lesson is that Ezra must be honest with himself to advance as a Jedi: “Ezra, you’ll never advance as a Jedi if you can’t be honest with yourself, at least.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means Tseebo matters to you. You do care what happens to him.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Gathering Forces”]

Which is then reaffirmed later in that same episode: “I got news for you, kid. Everyone’s afraid, but admitting it as you just did makes you braver than most, and it’s a step forward.” [–Kanan Jarrus, Star Wars Rebels, “Gathering Forces”]

Ezra has trouble moving forward in the first season because discipline and focus are fundamental to being a Jedi: “But you said I was a Jedi. Why else would you be training me?” “I never said you were a Jedi. I said you had the potential to become one. But you lack discipline, focus.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

JEDI CULTURE:

Jedi younglings (at least the diurnal ones) wake at dawn to meditate on the three pillars–the Force, Knowledge, and Self-Discipline. Then they go to the refectory for lunch, where Dooku always likes to sit next to Sifo-Dyas. [Dooku: Jedi Lost]

The Jedi have a strong aesthetic that echoes the deepest parts of the Force–all circles and lines. Time and the Force and the Jedi are all connected circles and arcing lines.

“You must not grow too attached, too fond, too in love with life as it is now. The emotions are valuable and should not be suppressed… but you must learn to rule them, Padawan, lest they rule you.“ (Kanan: The Last Padawan)

“This man is perverting our sacred teachings to prey upon a vulnerable people. I can think of little my tongue could say better than my saber in this instance.” “Dissolve your hostility, Padawan. Channel your frustrations into an appropriate emotion. Violence, as always, is a last resort.” “Of course. Apologies, Master.” “A fire burns inside of you, Padawn. That, in itself, is not inherently wrong. It is my job to help you temper it.” [Jedi of the Republic - Mace Windu]

JEDI AND FACING THE DARK SIDE:

“The fact that everything must change and that things come and go through [Anakin’s] life and that he can’t hold onto things, which is a basic Jedi philosophy that he isn’t willing to accept emotionally.” (George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary)

The Jedi test from the Rebels episode “Path of the Jedi” novelization on facing their fears/the dark side within them: "This test was not designed solely for the apprentice. It was also a test for the master, for facing one’s fears was a lifelong struggle.” (Ezra’s Duel with Danger)

The test is specifically designed by the Jedi–as is the same test on Ilum for the Jedi younglings that they all had to face–to face their fears, because it didn’t just happen one time, it was something they faced all their lives, younglings and Knights and Masters, all of them. This is why Ezra has to face it in Rebels, why Luke has to face it on Dagobah, why Rey has to face it on Ahch-To, the Jedi have always had to face the darkness within themselves and work beyond it.

Kanan also says it plainly as they enter the Temple: “In here, you’ll have to face your worst fears and overcome them.” It’s pretty obvious that’s what happening when the Temple shows him a vision of the Grand Inquisitor killing Kanan and Ezra has to pick himself back up, admit what he’s feeling so he can face the fears again, and understand that he has to let them go and then it cannot hurt him here, the Grand Inquisitor’s blade passes right through him. It’s then Yoda’s voice calls to him and we see that Ezra letting go of those fears allow him to move forward: “Big fears have you faced, young one.” “Yes.” “Hmm. For what lies ahead, ready are you?” “I am.” “Come. See more clearly what you could not see before.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

When Cal is struggling with facing his fears and needs to create a new lightsaber, Cere gives him a pep talk and they head off to Ilum, where she tells him: “You will be tested. I don’t mean just here [on Ilum]. Every Jedi faces the dark side. And it’s very easy to fail. We will always struggle. But that is the test. It’s the choice to keep fighting that makes us who we are." [–Cere Junda, Jedi: Fallen Order]

THE THEME OF GEORGE LUCAS’ MOVIES:

George Lucas says, “All of my movies are about one thing. Which is the fact that the only prison you’re in is the prison of your mind. And if you decide to open the door and get out, you can. There’s nothing stopping you.“ –George Lucas (American Voices, 2015)

Which is reflected in the teachings of the Jedi, which further shows they’re in line with the narrative intentions of Star Wars: Petro: “You-you said we would be trapped.” Yoda: “Not by the cave you were but by your mind. Lessons, you have learned. Find courage, you did. Hope, patience Trust, confidence, and selflessness.” (The Clone Wars, “The Gathering”)

#jedi order #jedi june #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #mace windu #ahsoka tano #luke skywalker #george lucas #meta #long post

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Kinkmas 2020: Day 10

Prompt: Degradation w/ Kabuto

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Degradation, Restraints, Dubcon, MindBreak, Dirty Talk || Characters: Kabuto Yakushi, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

this fic contains dubcon themes! if you aren’t comfortable with that please don’t read!

“It’s really too bad, (Y/N). You were going to be so useful to Lord Orochimaru. But I suppose even the most useful objects become unserviceable after time. Though there might be one more function you can serve. You want to still be valuable, don’t you?” Kabuto grinned down at you, brushing the back of his hand down the side of your face.

From your position strapped to the medical table you nodded desperately, unable to verbally answer thanks to the gag in your mouth. Kabuto laughed at your reaction as he pulled the IV out of your hand. The crushing news that you were unfit to host Lord Orochimaru’s spirit had you feeling defeated and distraught. Naturally, you were looking for any opportunity to prove you still held worth to one of the Legendary Sanin and now that Kabuto was offering just that, you weren’t about to let it slip through your hands.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, you little slut,” the cheerful tone of his voice contradicted the demeaning words coming out of his mouth.

His hands ran down, roughly grabbing at your bound tits making you wince against the gag. The noise only encouraged him to do it again, twisting your nipples as he tugged them. Then he drew his hand back, slapping them hard and making your back arch against the restraints. The silver-haired man slid his hands behind your head, through your hair and to your surprise, undid the gag. Your drool covered rubber gag was discarded to the floor, allowing your pants and noises to fill the room.

“Kabuto…” your voice was hoarse as you called out his name in little more than a moan.

“Who gave you permission to speak? You think just because I took your gag out it means I want to hear your voice? Let me make one thing abundantly clear- your only use now that you can’t host Orochimaru is to be a cock sleeve. Got it? You think you can be a good little cum dumpster?”

You went to open your mouth and respond before clamping it shut and nodding quickly. After gaining a new reason for living you weren’t about to ruin it now. Kabuto smiled at your answer and gave you a quick ‘good choice’ before untying your bound legs. The feel of blood rushing back to your lower limbs had you flexing them to take advantage of the full relief it gave you until strong hands grabbed your knees. He forced your legs to stop their stretching and instead spread them wide, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. Without waiting he pushed two fingers into you and grinned.

“Already soaking fucking wet I see. I’d expect nothing less from a cock hungry whore like you. Look at you, squirming just from my fingers sliding into you. You’re just begging to be fucked full of my cum, you desperate slut.”

He added a third and fourth finger in quick succession, fucking you with his fingers and not caring if you were adjusting to them. If you had known this was to be your fate, you would have given up being a potential host for the snake man long ago. Kabuto pulled his fingers out and licked his hand clean, being sure to make eye contact with you as he did so. Then, without much warning, he pulled his hard cock from his pants and pushed himself into your waiting pussy. You leaned your head back against the hard table and moaned at the delightful stretch as he bottomed out inside of you, his hips pressed snugly against yours.

“What a fucking slut, taking all of my cock in just one go? You truly were made for this, you nasty fucking girl.”

His hips slowly pulled back and his cock nearly left you before he rammed himself back in, making you gasp and pull at the restraints still around your arms. The action seemed to remind him of the restraints as he soon removed all of them from you. Maybe in an act of weakness, maybe in an act of mercy, he’d never tell. It’s not as if you really cared either, the only thing on your mind was the cock fucking in and out of you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripped your hips hard. He fucked you harder, thrusting in and out of you with little concern, only focused on giving your cunt the load of cum it so desperately begged for. The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls was nearly enough to drive you wild and you could feel by the tightening of your lower stomach that you were going to cum just from his cock if he kept this up.

Nails boldly raked down his back and surprisingly you weren’t scolded, so you did it again, earning the most delectable moan from Kabuto’s mouth. But you don’t get something for nothing and he moved his hands up from your hips back to your tits where he again roughly tugged on them. The action was quite fairly an eye for an eye because as much as his tugs hurt, they also felt so good. His hips stilled for a moment, his cock nearly about to fall out before he snapped forward, ramming himself back into the hilt. Again he did this and you moaned loudly, making him grin as he sped his pace up. Warmth spread all over your body as you neared closer to your orgasm, Kabuto’s disgusting words only edging you further.

“Listen to you, you sound like a bitch in heat. Is that what you are? A cock hungry bitch in heat, in need of some hot cum inside of her? Answer me!”

The permission to finally speak and your mind melted, barely able to remember what words are as you whined out, “Yes! Yes that’s what I am! I just need your cum inside of me!”

“Yeah? That’s what I thought. You nasty fucking cumslut. Is my little cumdumpster going to cum just from feeling a cock in her pathetic hole?” His hips snapped with vigor and maybe if it wasn’t for the way his fingers caressed your skin you would have been convinced the silver-haired man absolutely loathed you.

“Mmmm, yes, I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Go ahead and cum all over my cock, you bitch. Make your cunt even sloppier, I’m sure the look will suit you.”

As if you really needed any more convincing to cum all over his cock, but regardless your legs shook and your toes curled. Your pussy clenched around him and you screamed in pleasure, juices flowing around him and making the sound of your hips slapping together even more pronounced. Kabuto’s grip on your hips tightened and his face scrunched up and reddened as his own orgasm quickly approached. He was amazed he was able to hold back as he fucked you through your high, but the view was reward enough. Now that you had mostly come down, he let go and shoved his hips into yours and held them there. His deep moans sent a shiver through you and not long after his hot cum filled your insides. You sighed in content at the feeling, make Kabuto exhale in laughter as he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum trickled out.

“Is my little cumdumpster satisfied?”

“Mmmm, no~! Fuck me again, sir!”

This time he laughed louder, a devious grin on his face, “Now that’s a good girl. Perhaps I could persuade Lord Orochimaru to keep you. After all, I do believe you’ve shown your worth.”

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soccerbites · 3 years

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WHAT IT WAS | RAFE CAMERON

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A.N: Heeyy, if you find this familiar it could be because you read it on my wattpad account or on here before I deactivated! English is not my first language so please be kind!

WORDS COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: a lot of them, swearing, blood, drugs, etc.

You hadn't thought about it in months when you finally were getting over it, suddenly came back, all the memories, good and bad, all the euphoria, when everything was angelic, when it was cruel, when suddenly it was radiant, then turned violent, and ended up being painful. When you gave up on it because you could not take it anymore.

Your family was the typical kook one, you grew up in a life full of luxury, you got everything you wanted due to your mum's richness.

Sarah and you were best friends since you were born and his brother was your boyfriend practically since both of you learned that word. The Cameron's and your family had everything arranged between you two, Rafe and you were supposed to be together for the rest of your lives, he was going to take care of his dad's company, the next step would be getting married, travel around the world, having lots of beautiful kids and live happily ever after.

2008

It was your 5th birthday party, all your friends were there and you felt extremely happy with the big amount of presents you had received from them all. You were not the typical little girl your parents desired you to be, you had begged for them to let "Pirates of the Caribbean" be the theme, you hadn't really seen the movies but you loved pirates! Rafe and you would always pretend you were them in his dad's yacht because Sarah did not like them at all, you couldn't understand how it was so fun! Your friend would lend you one of his plastic swords and play the whole afternoon. The best part was that you always won, but now, many years after, looking back at it Rafe was probably letting you win. However, your mum forced you to make your party about Cinderella, you hate princess but especially Cinderella, there wasn't a reason for it, you just did.

Weeks before you had told the little boy your birthday was going to be about pirates and he was so excited about it, you babble about it for days, so when Rafe arrived at your house with his family and saw all the princess decorations and the angry but yet sad face you had on, he instantly understood what was going on, you both were little but very smart for your age, plus he had sympathy for you due to his similar family conditions.

Everyone but you and him enjoyed the celebration, the young man and you stayed together in a corner of your backyard playing alone. Rafe picked up two small branches and played as you were pirates like you would usually do, he knew that was what you really wanted at that moment.

When it was time to blow the candles you looked at your sky blue and pink cake, wishing it had Jack Sparrow's face on it, Rafe smiled at you and you smiled back at him. Everyone sang the typical song, you blew the candles and buried three of your little fingers into the cake, thinking of three wishes.

being a pirate

playing as pirates with Rafe

Sarah wanting to play as pirates with you two

2010

It was almost summer and you were really excited about all the little adventures Rafe and you were going to have in the next months.

You felt so much older, your first year of primary school was over and it had been great! Even though Sarah was not hanging out with you as much as she was before; you had the hope of playing with her more now that you had nothing else to do.

Those weeks were great, you almost didn't see your girl best friend, but her brother and you were getting closer and closer as days went by. Rafe always protected you from everything and made you laugh a lot, he was funny.

Summer '10 was lovely, one of your favorites memories of you and the boy happened during that time, your first kiss. You didn't really count it as the very first kiss, but you had to admit that, at that time, for you was even more than what it actually was.

It was an extremely warm day and you invited Rafe over to play in the fort you both had made in your backyard, right where years before you were pretending to be pirates while your birthday party was going on inside the house. He was 'building' a table as you made mud cakes.

"Look at the cake i made for us!" you abruptly shouted, thing that scared Rafe, but he didn't let you notice because the last thing he wanted was for you to make fun of him.

"It looks delicious y/n, we should eat it!" he said, excitement on his face while sitting beside you.

"ARE YOU CRAZY RAFE?" you were shocked, the drama queen in you was starting to jump out, "IT'S MADE OF DIRT THAT'S DISGUSTING!" you looked at him, terrorized by what the little boy was saying.

"i- i- i wasn't serious, i- i just thought you'd like me to say that" he was so embarrassed.

"oh, i'm sorry" you apologized to him.

There was silence for a few seconds, it wasn't uncomfortable so you didn't mind about it.

"wanna know what Sarah made me do?"

"mmmm, maybe"

"she made me watch 'The Princess And The Frog', TWO TIMES" he sounded so mad, "and then she told me that Topper kissed her" he looked at you, you were not understanding why he was telling you this, but before you could talk; he continued, "and i was thinking that may- maybe we can d- do it too" you opened your eyes wide open, kissing him? like in the mouth?

"i- in- the mouth?"

"yeah, i mean, that's what she told me" you stared into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was just messing with you or was actually serious about it.

"uhm, i guess so?"

"you do?" he had a frown formed in his face.

"if that's what you want to" he nodded with a smirk on his lips.

You both turned and were now facing each other, without an idea of what to do you followed him, he started to lean forward and you did too, he closed his eyes and you did as well, and after what felt like an eternity but was actually almost four seconds, your lips touched his; ending up in a little pecked kiss.

After that day neither you nor Rafe talked about it again, it was like it never happened, which, at your really short age, was normal.

This year your family and you decided not to celebrate your birthday due to your grandma passing away two weeks before, it didn't feel right for them. At seven years old it was hard to fully understand what death was, you had heard about it but never experienced it before. Rafe felt really bad about it and on the day you finally turned seven he went to your house and spent it with you, so that way, you would not feel as lonely.

2012

Rafe was starting to change, he did not want to play with you anymore and that made you sad and upset. Your mom told you it was normal for boys to not hang out with girls once they grew up, but that wasn't him, it didn't felt like him. You never thought that the boy who was your best friend, the only kid you really enjoyed being around, especially after Sarah hang with more friends that were not you, would leave you alone.

You started to search for fun on other stuff and found that you loved to read stories about wonderful adventures, and when you finished every single book in your house about the topic, you started to flip through the pages of some old books regarding birds and insects, you were amazed by the stunning draws and colors of them and wanted to make your own.

For your ninth birthday you decided to do an exchange, it was difficult to convince your parents but they finally gave in, instead of a party you wanted them to give you a pretty journal with some color pencils. That way you would have your own investigation diary about those interesting creatures you were obsessed about.

Summer had ended and school season started, you and your little notebook were inseparable, you took it with you to class and spent all the recess doing little notes about birds you had seen during the day so when you arrived home you could search and learn about them.

One cold winter night, your dad told you that the Cameron's were coming home to have dinner, you couldn't wait for them to arrive, maybe that was the moment you had the opportunity to befriend Sarah again and show Rafe all the information you had collected during the months you didn't hang out. But they never appeared, their parents had gone but not them, Sarah was not feeling well and Rafe was sleeping over at a friend's house.

2014

Sarah was talking to you! you were friends again and there was no way you would not see each other every single day.

Spending every minute of the day over at her house was completely normal at that point. You two hanging out again made your families closer.

It was like your parents didn't care at all you were just a pair of ten years old, almost eleven, kids.

Rafe would always try to be with his sister and you whenever you were around at their house, but Sarah would just scream at him 'LEAVE US ALONE!' which ended in him giving up and walking away. It was sad, you missed spending time with the boy.

2014 was the year you turned eleven, and also had your first period. Everyone was so excited about that and you just hated it, with your whole heart, it made you want to cry every single time. Due to that, your body started to change, and boys started to notice it, including Rafe.

2016

The year it all started.

It was your thirteenth birthday and you did not felt like doing a big party, that night the Cameron's and your family went to a restaurant. Sarah, Rafe, and you were talking about what you were going to do the next week while Wheezie just listened. Finally, the boy and you were good friends again. When the food arrived you all shut up and started eating while paying attention to what your parents were talking about.

"oh yeah, of course, they are definitely getting married at some point," Ward said to what your father nodded.

"it's the best for them" this time your mom spoke.

"of course it is!" Rose laughed, "he will be taking care of the family business, they are going to have a splendid life together"

"Who are you talking about?" Rafe got into the conversation.

"we are talking about you silly!" you looked at your mom, not understanding what was going on.

"wha- what?" Rafe was just as surprised as Sarah and you were.

"yeah kid, we are talking about yours and y/n's future together" Ward stated as taking a piece of meat to his mouth.

"what exactly do you mean?" you stepped in this time.

"what you heard kid, your future life, your marriage, and all" your dad said as if it was the most normal thing to say to a thirteen-year-old.

"their marriage?!" Sarah was furious, you could notice it in her voice tone, Rafe and you stared at each other.

"you just are too young to realize yet" Rose brushed it off. None of you talked for the rest of the night.

Just a few months after that, your dad and Ward had already made a reservation for you two at the exact same restaurant. When you arrived you saw Rafe already there in a table positioned in a corner. Now looking back at it, everything was so fucked up, you were just kids. You approached him and sat, he smiled at you while you did.

"hi", he said, shyly, of course. It was really weird, you both had been alone before but never this way, this was completely different, your families were hoping that you turned this into something romantic. "Are we on a date right now?".

"i think so?" you laughed a little bit, "please, don't make this awkward, i don't get why they do this".

"i do" he said, you looked at him with a confused face, was he agreeing with all of this? "i mean, i can see why they want us to be together" after that he took a sip of his soda and started serving you some.

"Rafe, you should be allowed to 'date' whoever you wanted"

"And what happens if who i wanna date is you?" you were shocked at your friend's words.

"Rafe what are you talking about? i just turned thirteen and you are about to turn fourteen, you like it or not we are kids" you were a little bit mad due to what he was saying.

"well, Juliet was thirteen and Romeo was around that age"

"Rafe you did- you did not just compare us to Romeo and Juliet, have you read the book?"

"no, i did not"

"THEY DIE, THEY DIE AT THE END" you knew you were making this a lot bigger than it actually was but didn't care about it, "of course you didn't read the book" you whispered but he heard.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" now that you're remembering everything you can't believe that a pair of thirteen years old could be so dramatic.

"I MEAN WHAT I SAID," you said while leaning over the table.

"you know what, why don't we shut up and finish with this as fast as we can, i don't want to be here" Rafe proposed.

"sounds perfect to me, i do not want to be here too"

Either of you spoke again until you had had dinner and Ward picked you two up.

2018 / 2019

In the past two years, Rafe and you had finally got together. Your parents were over the moon about it and you were also really happy. You both were discovering and experiencing together what being in a relationship was.

The first months were a little bit strange, you both knew that it was not a real relationship, for everyone else you were together, but in reality, you hadn't had that many kisses as you thought you were supposed to have and outside school didn't see each other that much.

Summer '18 the Cameron's took you with them on their holidays to the Bahamas, it was amazing, not just because Rafe and you spent a lot of time together but also because you got to hang more with Sarah who you were not seeing a lot since it all started, and the reason was that whenever you went to their house you were with her brother, and they definitely didn't get along that much.

Unfortunately, the 'real' part began in 2019, you and Rafe turned sixteen and started going to parties and being more around of what people called 'pogues'. During the school year, it was like a daydream, he picked you up and went together, you had lots of dates and spent beautiful moments together, those were the times when your relationship was at it's highest, where you realized that, after all, maybe your parents were right and your destiny was, indeed, be together.

Your favorite moment from that time in your life was with him. You both were laying in the grass of your house's backyard, it was really cold outside, and decided to take some blankets with you to be warm. You were laying in his chest while he hugged you, appreciating the stars. He pressed a kiss to your head and you smiled to yourself.

"wanna know something?" you looked up to him.

"pretty boy is thinking! someone please record this!" you said, just to annoy him.

"shut up" he laughed, knowing you were messing with him, "you want to know or no baby?" he asked, a more serious tone on his voice.

"of course i want to know" you took his hand into yours, the warmness made you shiver, to what he hugged you harder.

"i read on the internet that you can buy stars online, maybe one day i'll buy you one and name it Rafe so whenever you wanna get rid of me you would not be able to" the boy started swinging you side to side in a slow speed, you'd never felt that peaceful in your life before.

Once again you looked at him "that's a little bit wicked of you" he giggled, "however, i think that would be the most divine present someone could ever give to me" he backed down his head and kissed your cheek, "and also, i'm never getting rid of you" you could feel him smiling while pressing his chin against the side of your head.

That was the last happy time you genuinely can remember at perfection.

You still don't know what happened when summer '19 arrived, it was the breaking point of your relationship. Parties at the beach were being held by pogues most of the time, and you never went because partying was not your thing, all of them ended up in disaster, pure and authentic disaster. You are grateful the only one you went to was the first one. Rafe was extremely drunk and you were trying to take care of him but it was being hard, especially when Topper got into a really intense fight with JJ and John b, two of the few pogues you knew, it was tragic and it got worse when the blonde one pulled a gun at Sarah's boyfriend head, while all that happened you lost Rafe and found him after like five minutes beating up someone that was on the ground, barely moving. You ran towards him and with all your straighten you push him.

"YOU'RE KILLING HIM RAFE!" you yelled at your boyfriend, when you finally got to see him he was covered in blood, you took him by his hand and got out of there, arriving at your house where you helped him clean up himself.

"i think i'm in love with you" he tried to say but was too drunk to pronounce the words properly.

"don't start with that now when you almost killed a random guy tonight, for what? explain" you were furious.

"'cause he is a pogue, he deserves it y/n" you both walked to your bed and laid down to sleep.

"no he doesn't Rafe, that's not an excuse for what you did, they are people just like us" you scolded him.

"whatever" he ignored you.

Some time after that Sarah started to see John B behind Topper's back and she asked you to keep her secret safe, which you did.

At midsummers Rafe escorted you, it was a fantastic night, you two were together the whole time and drank lots of expensive champagne while you danced. The pride on your dad's face was priceless, in that moment you forgot about what had happened a few nights before and just enjoyed the moment, smiling at your boyfriend, always.

"you wanna know something?" Rafe whispered in your ear while you danced to a slow song, his hands on your waist and yours behind his neck.

"mmm, this brings back good memories" you smiled to the handsome man in front of you.

"i love you"

"i love you too Rafe"

"let me finish pretty girl" you laughed a little bit, "please stop smiling like that, i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that" this time your laugh was stronger, getting some looks from people around you.

"i'm just really happy right now, wouldn't want to be anywhere else" you hugged him without stop moving.

"i know, me too"

A few minutes after he disappeared, and you did not have an excuse to stay so you went home. The next day you found out he was trying to beat up the blonde pogue, JJ.

You don't really know why but for some reason it went away and everything was perfect again, but it only lasted a few days.

You were really bored at your house and after contemplating whether you should or shouldn't go to the Cameron's house, you got into your car and drove around the few blocks that separated your house from Rafe's. You knew his parents were out of town that day and Sarah was probably hanging out with John B and his friends so you didn't bother on knocking and just got in. You heard your boyfriend's voice from the downstairs bathroom. Once you got into it you saw his clothes on the floor and he was applying toothpaste to his arm.

"Rafe?" he looked at you scared.

"y/n- i- i" he was crying, you directed your eyes to his arm, a huge new burnt was there.

"Rafe what happened?" you got closer to him, "is that blood?" you pointed at the clothes on the floor.

"no", he denied it but it obviously was blood.

"Rafe, what's going on?"

"i- i got into a fight" ha answered.

"with who? baby who did this?" you helped him with his injury.

"Barry" but as soon as you heard that name you pulled away.

"Barry? as the drug dealer Barry?" he didn't even look at you, "Rafe are you doing drugs?" completely ignored you, and when he did that you figured out the answer, "how much do you owe him?" you asked, one hand on you waist and the other one on the bathroom door.

"some thousands" your jaw almost touched the floor, and your face was full of disappointment and anger. "don't look at me like that" he begged, and tried to grabbed you and pulled you closer to him but you just pulled him away.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?" he didn't reply "FUCK RAFE, THOUSANDS? YOU OWED THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO A DRUG DEALER AND YOU EXPECT ME TO STAY CALM?"

"i can explain."

"NO YOU CAN'T, WHAT? TOPPER AND YOU GOT BORED OF THE STUPID WEED AND WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING STRONGER? WHAT DID YOU BUY? COKE? NOW YOUR HOBBY IS BUY THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS ON COKE? THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO M-"

"GET OUT" he screamed to your face as he got closer to your body, while pointing to the door, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE" you looked at him and turned away, walking towards the door and he didn't follow you.

"HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING LIFE RAFE" you screamed without closing the door.

After that you didn't see him in a long time, you didn't go out of your house anymore.

You heard that Sarah and John B were missing, you missed her. You had no one to talk to, just your own thoughts.

A few weeks later, everything came out to the light, Ward went to jail for killing John B's dad and being kinda responsible for another poor man's death.

Rafe confessed that it had been him the one who shot the detective, but they found out about his drug addiction and blamed it on that, so he ended up going to rehabilitation and not directly to jail.

2021

It was your eighteenth birthday, Sarah was coming to your house to keep you company until your parents got out of work.

As you were walking towards the kitchen the doorbell rang.

"hi" you said as opening the door.

"hello, is this y/n?" the man in front of you asked while reading your name from a box.

"that would be me" you said, and after signing some papers he gave you the package.

You placed it on the table and started opening it. It seemed like a picture frame, when you paid attention to it, tears fell from your eyes, there was a little letter on it.

i did not name it after me, i realized that you were, are, and always will be the big star that keeps me going. I hope you know how much i miss you and regret everything i did, maybe one day you'll forgive me and love me again. I took that for granted and i'm so sorry of that. happy eighteen birthday y/n, i expect you still think this is the most divine present someone could ever give you.

- Rafe

It was a star, he had bought a star and named it after you, Rafe kept his promise, and even though you had said to yourself, just the night before, you will move on and forget about him, you couldn't help but smile; wishing you could re-do everything and go back to what it was that night from a few years before.

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isabellehemlock · 3 years

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Author Interview Tag Game

Both @energievie and @ceraunos tagged me in this lovely author’s interview (a month ago eeek) and I am so excited to fill this out - such a cute one! - thanks for the tagging me, and I'll tag:

@boutiquetraveltravelboutique @bewires @disregardandfelicity @ao3-arkada @pinkninjapj @emjee @mieraspeller @shatterthefragments @catherine-batty-author (feel free to skip, especially if you've already done it!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Thirty-three, four are fanarts 🎨

2. What’s your total word count?

762,097 (in the last 15 months - and that’s not including a couple of things I haven’t posted yet lol WHAT - how did that happen?!)

3. How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Well I joined AO3 five years before I started posting in August of last year. The majority of my fics are hands down The Old Guard - but branching out to other Luca Marinelli Multiverse characters, and crossovers (so including those, five total - but again, mostly characters for crossover purposes vs canon adjacent fics)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Endless Ocean (TOG AU), Cleanse (TOG post canon), The Bet (TOG pre canon), Catch Me If I Fall (TOG AU), The Purpose of Art (TOG Modern AU)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Aw I love responding to comments! I don’t think I’ve ever missed any?? I’m pretty extroverted though and love chatting with people, and of course am always humbled someone has gone out of their way to leave a comment, so, grateful for the opportunity to express my thanks in return 🙏🏻

The rest under the cut because this got long haha

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Define “angst” lol. Because gosh, I was going to say none, but it is sort of implied in a couple - The Necklace (TOG pre canon), An Interrupted Oath (TOG pre canon), and Memento Mori (TOG pre canon) - not sure how much I can share about any of those without it getting spoilery, but basically: sad, saddish because reunion is “off screen”, and uh, the third ends on a cliffhanger.

Some of my other stories do have angsty themes in them, but otherwise happy endings 💕

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Hands down, Pwimo - but I got an even crazier one outlined muwhahahaha

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Mmmm, define “hate”? I’ve had unwarranted/not asked for commentary and “jokes” around ship dynamics in my fics, as well as people suggesting I shouldn't write one or the other (both in comments and DM’s). Spoiler: you can't win, someone is always going to be unhappy with the ship dynamics, write what you want (I write both btw and yup have received commentary across the board)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Lol, let me whip out my list - can I sort by rating? Haha. I mean, I think tags can be fairly subjective, like there’s a lot I can’t personally read. There’s a lot I’ve written, that others can’t read, so I’m not sure if I should say “kink”? Because I feel like half the peeps will say “Oh yeah” and the other half would say, “Lol whatttt?”

Hm, but without writing out a whole list, I think kink encompasses enough haha.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of - I think I would cry, please don’t.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I’m aware of?

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not so much co-written, but EO was co-created with my beta, and we spent the better part of six weeks piecing together a fairly elobrate outline with backstroies, plot points (she came up with half of them!). She was kind enough to beta every single week for the better part of six months to make sure I didn’t miss anything haha.

I am itching to co-write something, but it’ll be a surprise, so I can’t say more than that - but the co-author has already looked over the outline and seems they liked it 😘

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Joe and Nicky! I’ve written some 762k+ words for them (and characters in their lives, and crossover AU’s), I love them your honor

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh I’m going to finish them - might take me another six months, but it’s going to happen 😎

15. What are your writing strengths?

Within the story: hmmm, I really like to explore what makes a person tick, so I’d say dialogue, and character backgrounds - I like to pretend I’m funny sometimes, too.

Writing in general: this might be the ADHD, but I don’t really need to carve out time to write. I can do like thirty minutes here, stop, do something else, then dive right back in and write like another hour. Obviously if I can schedule more time at once that’s great and all, but it’s not a necessity. Really helpful when I have other errands, appointments to do, just sort of tap in/tap out as needed.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I’ve read some fantastic, beautiful allegories to describe scenery and people, and I just - never seem to use that for my own stuff, and I don’t think that means my fics are necessarily lacking because of it, but I just notice it when I read it in other places. I think I tend to focus on the dialogue more, or when I do describe things, tend to rely on colors and emotions but gosh the epic, sweeping, poetic imagery kind of stuff I've seen in this fandom?? Yeah drag me stunningggg

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Hey if you got someone to help you (Lisa has helped me several times with Arabic!), then go for it - or there’s a few tumblr authors who have resources/guides. Otherwise, I stick with one or two words here and there at best, but not like long chunks of dialogue. I'm bilingual myself, so I know how inaccurate Google translate can be lol.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I did a lot of RP/OC stuff as a teen, then didn’t do any of that for almost two decades - save some short lived RP stuff a decade ago - TOG is the first fandom I wrote a posted fic for

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh gosh, such a loaded questionnnn 🙈 Because I love them all for different reasons but I guess let me pick like a baker's dozen? And share little things I liked about them?? (numbered by posting order from oldest to newest)

They emerged once more, and beheld the stars

My first posted fic! How can it not have a special place in my heart??

The Little Church

This was based on the first post I made in the fandom, about how Joe and Nicky might have discovered similarities between their faiths and bonded over that. I'm really into interfaith dialogue so it was wonderful to write some of that out here as the interfaith couple of the millenia 🥲

Cleanse

A post canon fic that weaved their past, into a post movie world with flashbacks, and though disguised as a road trip fic was really about healing from a ptsd flare up - also, this was my first sex scene writing (so I was nervous!)

The Purpose of Art

My very first modern AU and oh my gosh though on surface level looks like a restorative social justice fic, it was definitly more like a romantic comedy featuring all three major couples - and the first time I wrote about demisexuality in a fic (so again, totally nervous!!). But it's still one of my top three that I think back on fondly for its found family themes, and healing from traumatic events (I'm already seeing a pattern lol)

The Bet

My first, on purpose, explicit fic solely for the sex lol. I wrote some 17k+ words in three days and wanted to try my hand at some kink themes. I definitly used a lot of religious imagery as well though, and it turned into an actually tender PWF. I truly believe I peaked with this one haha.

Crimson Moon

Once again, my attempt at writing smut, ended up being a long multi fic exploration (under the guise of vampires and werewolves) of world building, explicit consent, soul mates AU. It featured the other pairs as well, and is also one of my top three favorite personal fics ever!

Piece of Heaven

This was actually a last minute fic - someone had to drop out of the holiday exchange and I got to be one of the called on subs if you will haha. And gosh this turned out to be one of my absolute favorite fics - it's a modern AU, sweet, gentle, featuring seminarian!Nicky and scholar!Joe and it's just adorableeee

12 Days

This was a kink based prompt fic, but since I seem incapable of writing any porn without feelings (I didn't mean for my demi to come out this hard but here we are lol) - I completely, though totally accidently, projected myself onto Nicky coming to terms with his sexuality with a sweet, kind, patient partner (i.e. my hubby). Whoops at the self insert lol.

Through the Lens

Speaking of hubby, I used this big bang fic to share my own (and his) personal experiences with the starving artist tropes, xenophobia (though only a smidge in the story), and even included me and hubby's meet cute via Andy and Quynh’s story. Plus the tSoA symbolism is thiq within this fic y'all 😎

Endless Ocean

By far my most read fic (and now a whole series with a time jump epilogue). I won't get too personal here with it, but there were several themes and even full on dialogue scenes taken from my personal life, as well as family history, and I really, really wanted one thing to resonate above all else: that there's hope after pain. Also almost 250k of that stat number at top, came from this fic alone whoops

Pwimo

Alright here me out, this is the most niche, self indulgent, crack/smut I could have ever written and I regret nothing. I don't care that it is one of my least viewed fics because I love Pwimo enough for everyone lol. He's my cursed child on the server, I even have emotes for him from memes, there's art now featuring Primo as a catboi and it's all thanks to Chelsea, who allowed me to adopt him. I'm the Mother of Cursed Children now lol.

Misunderstandings

My first time writing Roberta, and a trans character, so I was nervous! I really appreciated the positive feedback and enjoyed getting to write for her - and did another one as well ;) But I loved the historical, French provincial vibes, and the opportunity to flesh out such a beautiful character - Roberta is a Queen, who deserves everything ❤

Called You By Name

I almost didn't post this one! The religious imagery is not only fic, it's blatant lol. I wasn't even sure if it would be too Catholic in the sense it might go over some people's heads and make it too hard to follow along. Like, would someone need to pause, look up what the heck I was referring to and just - not finish it lol. But luckily that doesn't seem to be the case and I'm grateful for the positive feedback I received. It's one of my favorites and I loved exploring the potential HC of how Nicolò became Nicky di Genova 😏

+ bonus Miracoli

I'm currently writing my first Daan x Paolo fic, and you loves, it's so fluffy and adorable and the single Dad vibes but also the pining but also the kiddos but also the self loathing my goodnesssss.

Oh my gosh this got so long, I'm sorry 🙈

That's all folks!

#tag game #tagging game #tog tag game #author interview #this was fun 💕

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allthemonsterhighdolls · 3 years

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Let’s Start a Tradition

I’m a big fan of inktober, but given that my drawing skills are way rusty and I don’t really work in ink, it’s not something I’ve ever done. I love the concept, though, and October is my favorite month, so it seems like there should be some opportunity for Spooky Fun that’s accessible to everyone - even the non-artists in the group.

I propose Monstober.

How would it work? Simple! Every day, post something about monsters. You can use it as a focus theme for your inktober stuff, write 31 drabbles, post a monster picture every day, whatever you want! Heck, cook and decorate a new batch of monster themed sugar cookies every day!

....just make sure to share them with me.

...mmmm yeah sugar cookies.

For myself, I fully plan to bust out my camera and supply everyone with a new picture of my ghouls and mansters every day of the month! Feel free to join me, either to participate or just enjoy the spooktacular photo ops!

Edit: Apparently this is already a thing over on Instagram, so let’s move the party over here!

#monster high #monstober #october #community event

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carmenxjulia · 4 years

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I put together a transcript of the 1 hour Q&A Interview the Carmen Sandiego Discord did with Abby Trott (Ivy) and Rafael Petardi (Chase Devineaux). All of the questions were submitted by server members. You can read everything below the break!

PizzaHorse:

Hello everyone! Please welcome Abby Trott and Rafael Petardi to our Q&A today.

Abby Trott:

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

Rafael Petardi:

Hello Bonjour!

PizzaHorse:

Let's get started. How did you get started as a voice actor? Was there anything that inspired you to pursue it as a career?

Abby Trott:

Oh MAN. Long story.

Rafael Petardi:

Mine is very short. I'm an actor and my agent started sending me on voice auditions and eventually I booked some!

Abby Trott:

This is a novel so I started typing it ahead of time, haha. I was an acting/theater major, and when I graduated from college I moved to Japan on the JET program to teach English because I wanted to travel so freakin' badly. I had never even been on an airplane. I was placed in rural Akita, (inaka), and absolutely LOVED it. The only problem was I wanted to be and actor/singer… womp womp. At that time, I also started to mess around with characters and voices - I would record voice memos and conversations with myself while driving around. One day, a friend was in the car and my phone was on shuffle and one of my "scenes" started playing - I was absolutely MORTIFIED. But that moment solidified for me that I need to move to the big ole city if I wanted to really pursue acting. I ended up heading to Tokyo, where I performed in children's musicals, and did other gigs here and there. That's where I started doing VO professionally! I was able to do some character voices for the shows I was in, and some other side projects. I realized how much I loved VO, and eventually decided to move back to the States to pursue it, since most English VO for games and animation is produced here.

When I moved back, I started searching online for VoiceOver opportunities, and stumbled across a contest hosted by Bang Zoom! Entertainment. I BARELY got my entry in on time. The contest took place over several months, and in the meantime, I moved to NYC and started taking VO classes. For the finale of the contest, they flew me to LA. I ended up winning! Still can't believe it. (O-O) I got to dub my first anime "Miss Monochrome," and realized that if I wanted to work in games and animation, I should probably move to LA… and the I DID.

THE END

PizzaHorse:

What do you think are the best and worst things about being a voice actor?

Abby Trott:

Oooh. The worst things? Job insecurity... constant rejection...

Rafael Petardi:

The incredibly talented and cool people you meet and work with.

What Abby said

Abby Trott:

The best things? Working with amazing people, AND it's so much fun - even auditioning is fun!

PizzaHorse:

How did you land your role on the show?

Rafael Petardi:

I auditioned

Got the job

pretty boring I know

Abby Trott:

I auditioned through my agency, and got a callback. I went to the callback and their note was "more Boston." Then I had a second callback and their note was "even MORE Boston." So I went WICKED BOSTON and got the job

PizzaHorse:

What was your favorite/the most fun thing to record (episode/scene/line)? Any least favorites?

Rafael Petardi:

For me, the funnest scenes to record are the ones I got to play opposte the incredibly talented cast.

The least favorite... did not have enough scenes with the Wonderful Abby Trott

Abby Trott:

Awww Rafe! Singing was the MOST FUN! The Karaoke Ep, and the choose-your-own adventure one, where we got to sing the theme! Mikey (Zack) was cracking me up constantly.

Least favorite was the last ep because I didn't want it to eeeeeend

PizzaHorse:

Were you allowed to suggest lines to be said by your character, or improvise the script at all if you thought something would add to the scene?

Abby Trott:

YUP! And Mikey and I definitely did, hahaa. It was encouraged. Always fun to see what they keep...

Rafael Petardi:

Yes we were. I improvised mostly sounds and noises. Words once in a while but not very often. Thank God for Duane

PizzaHorse:

What was the hardest part of voicing your character on Carmen Sandiego? Was there a particular episode that was difficult to record?

Rafael Petardi:

Keeping the consistency episode to episode of the Chase's accent, pitch and energy

I did not want hime to sound different ever

Abby Trott:

I think the hardest part was keeping up the EXTREME Boston accent. But it was also SUPER fun...

PizzaHorse:

What traits do you share or have in common with the character you play?

Rafael Petardi:

I am like Chase in the sense of a Dog with a Bone. If I get pasionate about something, I go to extremes. Abby Trott has scene this for example in my bread making endeavors

Also, I'm an idiot in life too sometimes

Abby Trott:

Ivy and I are both... from Mass! we both have brothers who we argue with but really do love when it comes down to it. We love chocolate, aaaaand... I think we're both brave. (brag?)

Can confirm Rafe is v. passionate about bread. And and idiot.

Rafael Petardi:

All True

PizzaHorse:

What character on the show would you voice if you had the chance?

Abby Trott:

Chase

Rafael Petardi:

I would love Maelstrom

Abby Trott:

Jk... Coach Brunt seems SUPER fun

PizzaHorse:

If you could meet a character from Carmen Sandiego in real life, who would it be and why?

Abby Trott:

Carmen! she is the coooooleeest. I'd ask her to teach me some tricks

Rafael Petardi:

Julie Argent. She's cute

PizzaHorse:

Which character do you think you are most like or that you most identify with?

Rafael Petardi:

CHASE

I think that's partly why we're doing the roles we do

Abby Trott:

I think Ivy, for real! Casting was ON IT. I can be serious when I need to be, but I'm a giant goofball (if you couldn't tell from my latest tweet/insta post...)

PizzaHorse:

Who is your favorite character, other than your own?

Abby Trott:

Mime. Bomb.

Rafael Petardi:

Other than my own? Hmmm... uuuh... mmmm. tough...

Abby Trott:

Seriously, I think Mime bomb is hilarious.

Rafael Petardi:

Yes Mime Bomb!

PizzaHorse:

Do you wish your character had more interactions with another character in particular?

Rafael Petardi:

Yes, I would love to interact with Ivy and Maelstrom

I think the interaction would be odd and awkward and funny

Abby Trott:

Yes. I would love to see how Ivy handles the specific VILE members... I would love to see IVY try to go to VILE academy...

PizzaHorse:

Are there any themes or lessons from the series that you would want people to remember?

Rafael Petardi:

yes, don't jump to conclusions and be an idiot

Abby Trott:

Yes! That! also, don't be evil. ALSO also, be loyal to your friends.

PizzaHorse:

Do you ever look at fan content?

Rafael Petardi:

yes all the time. It helps when I'm tagged rafaelPetardi on Instagram

Abby Trott:

Yes! I look at fanart sometimes, and see what cosplays are happenin'

Rafael Petardi:

I've posted many as well

Abby Trott:

Haven't read much fanfic... but I know it's out there.

PizzaHorse:

What did you think about your character's development and arc throughout the series?

Rafael Petardi:

I absolutely loooooooved Chase's arc

Love redemption stuff

he was just misguided

just was alway his thing

Abby Trott:

I love Ivy's journey - she really grew up, from a troubled kid to an adult, accepting responsibility and accepting new challenges. Donning the hat, if you will.

Rafael Petardi:

*justice as always his thing

PizzaHorse:

How do you feel now that Carmen Sandiego is at its end?

Rafael Petardi:

sad. miss evrybody so much

we will have to have a cast reunion when this pandemic thing is over

Abby Trott:

SAD! But grateful. It was THE MOST fun to record, and I wish it could continue forever.

Rafael Petardi:

I'm grateful too. yes

Abby Trott:

and YES reunion!

PizzaHorse:

Yesss can't wait for that group photo to pop up on social media!

Were there any moments in the series that had you legitimately emotional?

Rafael Petardi:

yes ofcourse

losing Julia was tough

Abby Trott:

A lot. But one that stands out for me is after Carmen gets stuck out in the snow, and is reunited with her crew. (:_;). Also the stuff with Shadowsan and his brother... and anything with baby Carmen...

Gah. So many...

PizzaHorse:

Did you enjoy how the show ended? Is there anything you would have changed or would have liked to see more of?

Rafael Petardi:

I loved the way the show ended! I think Duane did a fantastic job tying loose ends and bring the story to a satisfactory close for all characters

I do hope for an ACME Ivy, Zak, Julia and Chase spin-off

Abby Trott:

I love how it ends. I think it wrapped so well considering the number of eps - the writers really got it done. I WISH Ivy and Zack could follow Carmen forever, but she has her own story to unravel it would seem.

And Ivy does look good in that suit let me tell ya

PizzaHorse:

Can you share a favorite behind the scenes moment?

Abby Trott:

Mikey. Is. So. Funny. Hard to choose one moment - he would make me laugh harder than anything. Especially when we were singing. Or any time he had to gag...

Rafael Petardi:

OMG!

That singing stuff we had to do together was hilarious

we could not stop laughinh

PizzaHorse:

What, in your opinion, are the best pizza toppings?

Abby Trott:

Cheese. Caramelized onions. Roasted garlic. Spinach. Mushrooms.

Rafael Petardi:

buffala mozzarella and tomatos period

oooooo fancy Abby

Abby Trott:

Rafe why aren't you as obsessed with pizza as you are with bread? And can you be?

Rafael Petardi:

I am

Abby Trott:

Rafael Petardi:

I just don;t like to share pizza

PizzaHorse:

Here's a specific question for Rafael. Did you sometimes get mad at your own character for the way he behaved towards Julia earlier on in the Series?

And one for Abby. As a Massachusetts native, how did you feel about voicing a character from Boston with the iconic accent?

Rafael Petardi:

I did not. I always felt, however misguided Chase was, he was always on the path of turth and justice no matter what was in his way. It's the same principals that led hin to see the truth about Julia

*principles

Abby Trott:

I think it's so cool, and kind of an honor, in a way. I was worried about it being too much, and people saying it's over the top. Turns out comedy wins, haha.

PizzaHorse:

Were you familiar with the older animated series when you started work on the Netflix original?

Rafael Petardi:

I never heard of Carmen Sandiego before I did this series

Abby Trott:

Yes! I had seen a bit. I also remember watching my brother play the game. Someone gifted me a mini arcade version of the game this year, and I'm excited to play :slight_smile:

Rafael Petardi:

Which I think helped when I had to say the iconic line

"Where in th world..." there was no pressure

LoL

Abby Trott:

LOL

PizzaHorse:

Okay, last question. Do you have a favorite quote from the show?

Abby Trott:

"La Femme Rouge!"

or Mime Bomb's classic "..."

Rafael Petardi:

"the game is over!"

PizzaHorse:

Woohoo!

Abby Trott:

Hooray!

PizzaHorse:

Thank you so much Rafael Petardi and Abby Trott for joining us today! I hope everybody had a wicked awesome time.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for having us! What a pleasure.

Rafael Petardi:

It was great! Thank you to all the great questions.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for watching the show! Great questions. I'm sure I'm going to think of more quotes as soon as I log off... haha.

Rafael Petardi:

See you all soon!

Abby Trott:

Stay safe, take care, and see you all on various social media platforms!

#Carmen Sandiego #Ivy #Chase Devineaux #CS Crew #Rafael Petardi #Abby Trott #Carmen Sandiego Discord #Carmen Sandiego Discord Server #Interview #Transcript

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hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong · 3 years

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Is family for forever?

(Warning, sexual themes included)

One day, while in chaldea, Rex was on his way back to his room after some time farming. Once he opens the door, he's greeted to an interesting sight.

*door opens*

Rex: finally, time to na- oh fuck!

???: Hola, Rex ;)

Before him laid his sister in law, Caster class servant, Tlazolteotl. Aztec goddess of sin and lust, with her breasts laid bare.

Rex, covering his eyes: Tlaz! What the fuck!?

Tlaz: mmmm.... just waiting for you to come back... wanting a bit of fun...!

Rex: Tlaz! I'm married! To your sister!

Tlaz: I know.... but I'm the patron of adultery remember? So it shouldn't be surprising for me to ask....

Rex: but I'm not a fucking adulterer!

Tlaz: I can change that

Rex: unlikely!

Then the door opens, and Quetz walks in.

Quetz: hola? What's happen- oh! Hermana! Que estas haciendo?!

Tlaz: my job! Technically....

Rex: mi corazon! It's not what you think!

Quetz: I know mi amor, I should've figured she'd pull this.

After a bit, Quetz is seen taking Tlaz out of their room, while Tlaz covers her breasts with her top.

Quetz: ques eso?! Why'd you do that?!

Tlaz: you already know! I'm supposed to test spouses of their loyalty!

Quetz: even for Familia?!

Tlaz: especially for familia!

Quetz: pendeja! Don't do that!

Tlaz: I need to make sure he'd never cheat on you!

Quetz: I already know he won't!

Tlaz: it is my duty to do that, and I want to make sure you won't have your heart broken!

Quetz: ok! Just make sure you don't do it again!

Tlaz: fine! I won't....

Quetz: good!

Some time later, the chaldea group ends up visiting the Enma-tei again. Rex and Quetz decided to go pay the onsen a visit. Rex finishes getting ready but Quetz isn't done yet.

Rex: mi corazon?! You ready to go yet?

Quetz: not yet mi amor! Just a while longer! Just go in without me, I'll be coming!

Rex: okay!

Then Rex enters the onsen, waiting for her to come to him. But while he was waiting, he heard a voice talk to him.

???: Hola Rex...

Rex, surprised: oh!

After recovering from the spook, Rex sees that not far from him was Tlazolteotl again, also enjoying the onsen

Rex: oh... hey there Tlaz...

Tlaz: this onsen thing's pretty nice y'know... reminds me of my temazcals back home.

Rex, nervously: ye-yeah... hehehe... makes sense...

Tlaz: you ever want to visit one of them?

Rex: hehehe... maybe one day with Quetz...

Tlaz: I can accompany you though....

Rex: Tlaz... didn't you already talk to Quetz about this....

Then Tlaz got a bit too close....

Tlaz: oh come on! It's just a steam bath! I'm not gonna... do anything... to ya

Rex: too close! Too close!

???: Hey!

Then Rex and Tlaz looked up to see Quetz at the edge of the bath

Quetz: Tlazolteotl! This again!?

Rex: mi amor!

Quetz then gets in the water and pulls Rex away from her sister (and unintentionally into her breasts)

Quetz: we talked about this! You said you were done!

Tlaz: sometimes they need more testing! And this was a good opportunity!

Quetz: once is already more then enough! Mi amor would never cheat on me! So stop it!

Rex: uh-uh... mi corazon...?

Quetz: in a second mi amor. *back to Tlaz* I am warning you hermana! Do not do that again! The only reason I'm not putting you into a chokehold right now, is because we're family! And we're both naked in a bath right now.

Tlaz: that'd be hot!

Quetz: calliete!

Quetz is then seen taking Rex to the other side of the bath, away from Tlazolteotl.

On another occasion, Rex is on his way to the kitchen to get some snacks. But on the way... he sees one room... leaking steam for some reason...

Rex: huh...? Steam?

Out of curiosity, he gets a bit closer...

Rex: why is there just... steam... leaking out?

He then opens the door a bit...

Rex: I kinda have a bad feeling about this....

He slowly opens the door a lil more...

Rex: hello?

???: hola...;)

Then Rex sees... Tlazolteotl... again.

Rex: ...why aren't I surprised?

Tlaz: oh Rex, I just thought I'd turn my room into a temazcal... since I figured chaldea could definitely use one, y'know?

Rex: that's nice! I think I'll go now!

But as Rex turns to leave, Tlaz appears right in front of the door, blocking him, with basically nothing covering her body.

Tlaz: what's the rush?! C'mon! Join me!

Rex, nervously covering his eyes again: n-n-nah! I'm good! I just wanted a snack at the kitchen is all!

Tlaz: oh... I've got a snack for you al-

Then as she's talking two arms wrap around her waist and she's put into a powerful German suplex!

Quetz: RAAAAHHHH!!!!

*SLAM!!!*

After Quetzalcoatl delivered the powerful move onto her sister, Tlazolteotl is seen knocked out on the floor.

Quetz: again!? Why can't she stop!? *sigh*

Quetz then drops her sister onto her bed and covers her up.

Rex: I knew she tested couples but... I didn't think she'd do it so much.

Quetz: this isn't normal! She's being annoyingly assertive about it!

Rex: I'm sorry she keeps doing that... I don't like seeing you upset...

Tlaz: it isn't your fault mi amor! She's just... she has good intentions I guess... but.... it's still annoying.

Quetz then took Rex by the hand and took him to the kitchen, let's try not to think about it! I'll make sure we have much better memories about each other instead!

Rex, excited: ok mi corazon!

Then years later, after the world was saved, Rex and Quetz moved to Mexico city to start their lives together properly. They had just finished unpacking all their stuff in their new home!

Quetz: *sigh!* finally, mi amor! This is starting to feel like home now!

Rex: yeah! It's so nice! Can't wait to spend our lives together in this new home!

*ding dong*

Quetz: hmmm? Were we expecting anyone?

Rex: not that I know of...

Rex then opens the door, with Quetz close behind, and in front of them is Quetz's sisterz Tlazolteotl.

Tlaz: hola! How are you guys?!

Immediately Rex hides behind Quetz, while Quetz looks at her sister with an annoyed look.

Quetz: ...what are you doing here?

Tlaz: I just wanted to help welcome you guys to your new home!

Quetz: right...

Tlaz: something wrong?

Tlaz: hermana! It is my duty to test someones loyalty!

Quetz: you already know what's wrong. Your annoying history of trying to tempt mi amor.

Quetz: and that duty has been fulfilled! Tres veces! You're done! No mas!

Tlaz: I'm looking out for you Quetz! I don't want your heart broken!

Quetz: me and mi amor have been together for YEARS! I think I'd know by now if he'd cheat! And he hasn't!

Tlaz: are you sure!?

Quetz: ...don't! Do not imply he's cheated behind my back!

Tlaz: I don't want to, but the possibility is always there....

Quetz: *sigh* just leave...

Tlaz: why?

Quetz: please leave now, before I get angrier at you!

Tlaz: ...fine... I'll leave...

After Tlazolteotl leaves, Rex asks Quetz a question.

Rex: ...is everything ok, mi corazon?

Quetz: *sigh* it's fine mi amor... I understand she has good intentions but... all she's doing is hurting me... I know you'd never cheat on me... I just wish she'd get the message!

Rex: I'm sure eventually she will.... she just doesn't seem to see how much it hurts you...

Quetz: honestly... I'd be more then ok with not seeing her for a very long while. I love her but... it's annoying.

Rex: yeah...

After a while, the two finish up their dinner. It starts to get late, and the two want to turn into their room.

Quetz: ok mi amor, I'm going to clean up.

Rex: need any help?

Quetz: no mi amor! It's not too much, just head back to our room! I'll join you very soon ;)

Rex: ok!!!

Then Rex heads back to their room to wait for Quetz. But once he opens the door... he sees Tlaz on their bed, just like the first occasion her breasts were bare and she was trying to seduce him.

Tlaz: Hola Re-

*door slams shut*

Rex: fucking hell!

Quetz, from the kitchen: what's wrong mi amor?

Rex: Tlaz was in our room!

Quetz: OTRA VEZ?!

Then Quetz is seen dragging her sister out of their home.

Quetz: another time!? Didn't I make it clear I don't like you pulling that!?

Tlaz: I'm trying to look out for you herm-

Quetz: ALL YOU'RE DOING IS HURTING ME!!!

Tlaz: You know I'm not trying to do tha-

Quetz: it doesn't matter what you're TRYING to do!!! What you ARE doing is hurting me!!! Good intentions don't mean anything if the results hurt others! Especially those you care about!

Tlaz: I'd never want to hurt you but, I don't want you to get hurt if he-

Quetz: XAVIER WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!!!

Quetz: ...he loves me!

As Quetzalcoatl said that, she started to tear up a little.

Tlaz: is that his real na-

Quetz: it doesn't matter! I don't know what makes you keep doing that! You gain NOTHING from it!

Then Quetz stops yelling, getting quieter but still just as angry.

Quetz: in fact... you just lost a sister!

Tlaz: wait! No! Don't do this Quetzalcoatl!

Quetz: it's too late! I'm done with you! I NEVER want to see you again!

Tlaz: I was just-

Quetz: I already told you! You're intentions mean nothing! When the results are just you hurting me! Now get out!

Tlaz: b-b-but

Quetz: GO!

Then Quetz goes back into the house and slams the door shut!

And then Tlazolteotl started to tear up from what happened...

Tlaz: hermana...? I just... I just wanted to...

Tlaz, internally: did I go too far? I was just looking out for her.... I shouldn't have done that.... WHY did I do that!? Why couldn't I get the message until now!

Then she leaves....

Back inside, Rex sees that Quetz had been crying

Rex: mi corazon! What happened?!

Quetz: *sniffle* I'd rather not talk about it...

Then Rex hugs her

Rex: you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm here if you need it.

Quetz, hugging him back: gracias mi amor. I just... I'm just hurt... is all... I'll be fine...eventually....

Rex: I know you will be! You're such an amazing goddess! You can recover from anything!

Quetz: *sniffle* I love you so much mi amor... you make me so happy.... I don't know what I did you deserve you....

Rex: let's head to bed... you need the rest

Quetz: si....

A/N: and those are the incidents where Tlaz went too far.... I know I presented it kinda jokey in some posts, but I thought I'd make it far more serious in execution. Also retconned it to 4 incidents instead of 5. Eventually I'll write the two reconciling but for now... things aren't ending well.

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 11: Discharge Plan

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: The highs of Shane and Sy’s first weekend as a couple are followed up by some big news from Sy, leading to our couple’s first fight.

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Word Count: 2.7

Warnings: Language, mature themes, smut, sort of unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, angst, alcohol consumption,

Author’s Note: First off, I wanna talk about the word “victuals.” I’ve loved this word for a long time, even though it makes no sense, phonetically as it actually rhymes with the “fiddles” or “riddles.”(It’s true, look it up!) It’s very pastoral and somewhat archaic, so you don’t hear it too much anymore in current writing about the present, but I just felt like Sy would say it. Secondly, it was really hard for me to put my darlings through the argument in this chapter. I want them to have only happy times…but that provides no tension or motivation for story development…and I want to keep writing them more than I want them to be happy… I guess I finally understand why authors torture their characters! Lol! It might take a bit of time for me to sort out what their relationship looks like adding the distance factor, but I have some ideas that might work. Also, it might be an opportunity to do a bit more of Sy’s perspective, which I thoroughly enjoy, and may go back and fill in some blanks for him in between chapters I’ve already done. I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Treatment of Captain Syverson! Feedback in any form is always appreciated!

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The rest of the weekend was spent in blissful relaxation. Sy went to his place to feed Aika and bring her over at Shane's insistence. The dog had been slightly standoffish with her, but Sy assured her that it was in her nature to be aloof, and that she needed to be engaged or instructed to behave more doglike.

"It's her training. She's still a soldier. It's hard for us to shake those habits. Like me calling you 'ma'am' at first."

"She's another die hard. I respect that." she chuckled, scratching Aika behind her perked ears, and eliciting pants of contentment from her.

Sy's skills with a spatula were unmatched. That was to say, he made the best pancakes she'd ever had. They almost didn't need syrup…almost. They ordered an obscene amount of Chinese takeout which lasted them about three meals each. Sunday evening, though, which had a gloom to it no matter the circumstances, required some comfort food. They agreed on pasta, so Shane made up some of her famous alfredo sauce and probably twice the recommended portion of pasta for two humans to consume. There were no leftovers. Sy had three helpings, himself. Three heaping bowls of it. Shane couldn't handle more than one and a half servings, even though she wanted to gorge herself. She knew too much would make her ill.

When they weren't eating, the were cuddling on the couch, or in Shane's bed. They watched more Parks and Rec, and a few other films and shows that Sy requested, just to break things up. Their bodies were constantly wrapped in each other, leading to frequent bouts of making out, fooling around, and sex in almost every room of the house.

Her favorite had been the shower. She insisted on getting cleaned up, but Sy had objections.

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"I'll be less than ten minutes, come on, I reek! You can't wanna kiss me when I smell like this!" she said, trying to shut the bathroom door on the human mack truck before her. Broad and formidable.

"You smell like sex, and…me, darlin. I've never wanted to kiss you more," he said, backing her up toward the shower doors. "but I guess if you must. Lemme help, though." he pulled open the glass door, forcing her into his captivating kiss, and maneuvering her backward into the walk-in, stone tile shower. He pulled off her tank top, capturing her breasts in his hands and mouth for a moment before kneeling to remove her shorts and kiss her thighs. He pulled himself away too quickly and started the water flowing.

"Sy, you're fully dressed!" he was barefoot, but otherwise, in jeans and her favorite of his tees. The letters DILLIGAF across a skull, black on red. She always laughed on the inside when she saw it. Because although Sy often had to put on a calloused and brusque act when he'd been an officer in the Army, he was terribly soft and sweet when the occasion called for it. The irony being that although he didn't look like he gave a fuck, he actually did.

"I've got more clothes in the truck and you've got a dryer." he maneuvered her under the pulsing stream of the showerhead. "Gotta get you wet." he let the water run through her hair as he reached for her shampoo, a coconutty concoction that reminded her of summer, squeezed a bit into his hand, and lathered it up. He worked the suds into her wet hair gently, raking his nails across her scalp in a way that excited and ignited every atom in her. She sighed at his touch which made him groan with need.

He tilted her head back to rinse the lather out and reached for the conditioner. He was a bit more generous with it than strictly necessary, but she didn't protest. He pulled her hair forward in two sections, one over each shoulder and worked the emollient into the strands. His hands slick from the product, he ran them over her breasts and her abdomen and hips…between her legs. There her own arousal was primed to combine with the tropical unction. She gasped as he worked his fingers over her, slow at first, but speeding up, only to slow again. When she finally whimpered in frustration, he undid his jeans, and backed her up to the stony grey wall, not giving a fuck, as his shirt had suggested, that he and his clothes were getting soaked. His only care now apparently, was to satisfy the simpering cries of "yes, please." from Shane.

His first few thrusts were slow and measured, knowing that she was still adjusting to his size. But it didn't take long for him to lose control. She wasn't sure what was making him like this, but she was not complaining in the least. The texture of his jeans on her bare, wet thighs was a sensation she wouldn't soon forget. She gripped at him, holding onto his shirt for dear life as her climax built to impossible heights.

She was loving the way he lost himself in the ferocity of the act. And his release led to hers immediately. She wrapped herself around him in blissful embrace, and whispered his name as a prayer.

"Sorry, darlin,' I meant to…"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill and I'm not at a particularly dangerous time in my cycle."

He kissed her tenderly and reached for her bath puff and some body wash. "Well, let’s get ya cleaned up."

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The only good part about Monday was that she'd be treating him. Although, he was scheduled in the afternoon. Her morning would drag on eternal.

He greeted her with a typical "hey, susnshine" and she led him into the gym, feeling his gaze on her ass, wanting, even though they'd just left each other quite satisfied that morning. He was freshly showered, beard well groomed, and his hair growing back in very nicely. He'd asked her weeks ago whether he should keep the buzzed look or not, and she had been entirely for growing it out. She wanted something to run her hands through. She'd be fine if it was at least shoulder length, but she wouldn't push that on him.

They did their normal warm up on the bikes, followed by some plyometric drills, which made him scowl at her in a way that lit her up like a firecracker. But the fact that he was able to jump up onto the box was encouraging. He couldn't have done that a month ago. He was progressing so well and was so close to his long term goals and discharge. It almost made Shane sad. It wasn't as though they wouldn't see each other, but having him break up the insanity of her day three times a week for just an hour was invaluable.

As they were doing their usual end of the session stretch in her treatment room, and she noted the improved range of motion he was getting, he broke the amiable silence with a question.

"Hey, can I bring a pizza or somethin' over for dinner tonight after you get off?"

"Sure!" she could tell there was something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She prodded. "Everything okay? You've been a bit…off today."

"I'm good. Just a little distracted." he deflected by touching her hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She swatted him away.

"Not here, Sy."

"But that makes it fun!" he pouted.

"No, that really could get me fired! Getting frisky on company time!"

"Mmmm, I'd love to frisk you right now." he reached between their legs to try and grab her again, but she thwarted him and pinned his wrists at his ears.

"Cool it, cowboy, or your last two sessions are gonna make you wish you'd never met me." she threatened.

"Ain't nothin', nothin' on God's good green earth could make me wish that, sunshine." His stunning blue eyes softened her resolve and she let go, continuing to stretch him.

"Still…cool it." she grinned.

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She'd just had time to change into some comfy clothes, wash her face, and put her hair up when her doorbell rang.

Sy stood smiling under the porch light, a modern white knight, carrying a large pizza from Pizza Hut and a six pack of Miller High Life.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! And it's nice to see you too, Sy!" she laughed, teasing him.

"Should I leave the victuals and go?" he asked, mock concern on his sarcastic brow.

"Get in here, soldier."

She got out napkins and paper plates because as horrible as it sounded, she just couldn't think about doing dishes tonight. She was even glad Sy had brought drinks in disposable or recyclable containers, and not wine, which she tended to prefer. She was exhausted, but not upset, which made the silence they ate in bearable. Sy still seemed to have something on his mind, though.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about tonight, Sy?"

"Kinda, yeah, uh…it's kind of a big thing for me, and I know this is new, what we have, but…well, I'll just tell ya."

"Go on." she encouraged, worried.

"I…I talked to my old CO about jobs in the private sector. He referred me to a company that…well it's sort of an employment agency for vets. Mostly security for private companies and individuals. I had a phone interview with them this past Tuesday. I just got a call this morning that they want to meet me in person to finalize everything. Mostly a formality. When I go for that, I'll also have to stay there a couple of weeks to a month for training."

"Where is this…gig?" She said, flat affect hiding the feelings brewing under her skin.

"The offices are in Charlottesville…Virginia. And there may be some cross country training there in Shenandoah National Park."

"Cross country…by that do you mean survival training?" She was still cool, but getting more livid.

"You could call it that, I guess. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm more worried about the technical stuff." His bravado and flippancy about the whole endeavor was enraging her. The thought that he'd be in the wilderness alone, was only a fraction of the big picture. He was going away for a month? And he had known about the job for a week now. A week in which so much about their relationship had changed, and shifted. How could he think she'd just accept this without a bit of raging.

"You waited until after we slept together to tell me this. You did it on purpose, Sy." that was the biggest problem, she thought. The fact that he seemed to be hiding it from her. It brought back old trauma that she thought he'd never have subjected her to.

"Yes and no, Shane. I wasn't intentionally keeping anything from you, I just didn't wanna bring it up until somebody bit."

"You wanted to keep me in the dark about something you were excited about? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I didn't wanna get your hopes up or mine. Honestly."

"Saying 'honestly' doesn't make it honest, Sy. I've told you about everything that Elliott put me through. The lies. The secrets. This puts a bad taste in my mouth. You have to see that. Can't you?"

"Oh, sunshine, I--"

"No, please. Do not do that right now. Don't call me sunshine when all I can see is the night."

"I'm so sorry. My intention was not to make you feel in any way like that asshole ever did. Please hear me when I say that. I want to be the opposite of him in your mind in every way, darlin.' Please believe that."

There was so much sincerity in his voice, now nearing tearfulness that she felt he must be telling her the truth. She nodded. But was still apprehensive about the nature of the job and the training.

"But…what if you get hurt again?"

"I won't. You've all but fixed me, Shane. I'm stronger than ever."

"Can't you just…find a safe job? Here?" She was being selfish. She couldn't help it. Even though she knew she might regret it.

"Sit at a desk, ya mean? Deliver pizzas?" he indicated the box between them on the table. "Call people and ask them if they're happy with their cable services, Shane? Is that all I'm good for now?" he was angry.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, of course not. You're a PT. That's what you were meant to do, right? Well, imagine if you couldn't do that no more. Something or another, an injury, perhaps, or just plain ol' shitty situation, left you in a position where you couldn't go back. Couldn't do your dream job. Couldn't fulfill your purpose." he spat. "Wouldn't you do anything you could to be some shadow of what you were meant to be?"

She couldn't speak. Because he was right in so many ways.

"Because right now, I'm nothin'. I'm not doin' anyone any good. I'm a drain on my country, the one I swore to protect with my very life. It's like I've broken an oath. And it's fractured my soul."

"I see that. I truly do. But I need you here. You do ME good, Sy. I'm already half dreading d/c'ing you. I don't wanna have to say a goodbye, too." it was her truth. But it hit him very much sideways.

"So…what is it, Shane? You only want me when I'm broken? You only want me so you can fix me?"

"No, of course not! That's not what--"

"Am I a charity case to ya now? Is that why ya finally gave in and let me in your bed?"

"Sy, no!" she was crying now. It had hurt so much to think that he could have gotten that from what she'd said.

"I think if you can have feelings hurt about this situation then so can I."

He stood to leave, but she caught him by the wrist.

"Shane…you know I would never, ever harm you. But please… don't test my limits. Let… go." She did.

She was still quite a bit faster than him, so she ran ahead and blocked the door.

"Move." he insisted. She didn't.

"Hear me out, and then I'll let you go."

He crossed his arms and nodded, his gaze still one of cold steel.

"Sy, I didn't mean to make this job that you're clearly excited for into a source of anguish or to make it about me. I'm thrilled that you're going to get to do something you want in another field. I really am. I just…being with you has made me realize how good life can really be. And even if you'd told me before we slept together, I would have said the same thing. It was selfish of me to haul my baggage into the conversation when you aren't, have never been, and could never be Elliot. His best couldn't compare with your worst. And I will do my best in the future to think about who you are before I complain about the work you find to do."

"It's like I said about Aika before. She's a soldier. Hard trained. And so am I. It took a lot of hard work for me to get where I am, so much that it fundamentally altered who I am as a person. Now, in my opinion, those changes were for the better. I was kind of a shit before I became a soldier, thought the sun rose and set with me. I got some perspective and met some good people…lost some, too. Saw some shit I can't unsee. Some of it haunts me to this day, and I figure it always will. But I reckon if I can keep fighting the fight somehow. Keep protecting people in whatever way I can, my training and experience won't be a total waste."

"I understand and respect that, Sy. And I will back you in any way I can. I'll water your plants, I'll keep Aika whenever you're gone, I'm here for you."

"Oh, shit! I wasn't even thinking about having to leave my dog behind! Maybe this WON'T work!" he chuckled.

"Second fiddle to another woman already. I knew you were gonna break my heart, Captain Logan Syverson."

"Never intentionally, sunshine." he hugged her, tight, and with his whole body. Their argument in the past and their future an exciting mystery. Shane had never felt so safe and loved.

Up Next: Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Quarantine Series: The Birthday Week

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s Birthday Week! So much planning, food, and surprises....and a special promise from our favorite Q.S. Couple.

A/N: It’s been long overdue...Is it too late to say Happy Belated Tom?! 🥺

A/N: Happier Part 3 comes out this weekend!!

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships

May 25, 2020 (T-Minus 7 Days)

An almost average Monday. Its the start of Tom’s Birthday Week and Y/N is trying her best to get ahead of the game and prep up for an over-the-top birthday party for her boyfriend. Well as over-the-top as it can get when you’re stuck in Quarantine because...well...Covid.

The only problem, she didnt know where to start. What party to throw, games to play, food to make, playlist to create, and above all the gift. This year Y/N wanted to give Tom something that held a lot of sentimental value to represent all the love she had for him. While Y/N was lucky enough to have someone like Tom to spoil her and show her just how much she meant to him, she wanted to do the same for Tom. So, she went to the spare room, which had now become her new work space and started googling away.

May 26, 2020 (T-Minus 6 Days)

The next day, Tom and the boys went out for their daily Golf match, while Y/N stayed behind to continue party planning. She made sure to be discreet about it and pretended that she had to take care of a few things for work. In reality, Y/N facetimed her best friend, on advice of what to get Tom for his 24th.

“C’mon Im serious Nico. I want to give him something special this year.” Y/N groaned when she knew her best friend wasn’t giving her the answers she wanted.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I dont know what you could give him. You’ve know him better than anyone else.” Nico reasoned, as Y/N continued her helpless groans, banging her head on the table. “Look Im sure what ever you come up with, Tom is going to love it no matter what.”

“But that’s the problem I don’t know what I can come up with. Our first year together I got him clothes, last year it was golfing gear, I don’t know how I can top that.” Y/N continued to stare at the desk picking up and dropping her pencil repeatedly. “I just know that I want it to be something he can always look back at and know that I’ll always be there for him.”

“Wow. You really like this kid don’t ya?” Nico questioned, but of course she knew the answer to that...anyone did.

“Yeah...more than anything.” Y/N smiles back as she thinks about Tom.

“Well what about a promise ring?” Y/N’s ears perk up at the suggestion.

“Like uhhh a men’s promise ring? Do they even make promise rings for men?” She questions, though isn’t opposed to the idea.

“No, Im talking about a donkey’s promise ring.” Nico rolls her eyes. “It’d be cute and not to mention empowering because you’d be making the first move. Empowering women is super attractive.”

Y/N stops to give it some thought. It would be cute to have a ring for him and see him wear it everywhere knowing he would carry a symbol of her love. Of course it’s nothing like the real thing when couples get married and all, but it’s a step toward that direction. “Ill think about it.” She says.

May 27, 2020 (T-Minus 5 Days)

Y/N had finally given the idea a good 8 hours when she decided to find the ring. She scrolled through pages and pages to find the ring but none of them spoke to her or looked like it was meant for Tom. The more she scrolled the more anxious she got, slowly biting ther thumb nail as she continued.

“You know if you’re gonna do birthday shopping for someone in the house, the kitchen might not be the best place to do it.” A deep british voice popped up from behind.

Y/N shrieked and jumped, quickly closing her laptop, afraid she had already ruined the surprise. Until she turned around and saw it was just Harrison. “Ugh, was it reallg necessary to do that?” She whined. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Of course wheres the fun in simply asking what you’re doing.” He laughed, pulling a chair next to Y/N as he watched her scroll through pages or rings. His smile growing ever so slightly. Y/N looked at him with suspicion.

“Okay I know that smile...clearly you know something I don’t.” She states. “Is this a bad idea?”

Harrisons smile dropped quickly as he profusely shook his head. “What? What? No...I just uhh — actually yeah the rings are not a good idea.” He blabbers. Y/N looks at him, waiting for Harrison to continue. “I mean think about it. If you buy a ring for Tom and he starts wearing it everywhere. People are gonna suspect that he’s getting married or worse find out about your relationship. I don’t know if you wanna risk that.”

Harrison was lucky to be a gifted actor as he improv-ed his answers on the spot in hopes that Y/N did not find him to be too suspicious. If she called his bluff and found out, Tom would make sure Harrison would never see the light of day. “You should go for this necklace. I think it suits him and has a touch of your style.” Harrison points out to a necklace he truthfully thought she should get him. With that, he quickly left Y/N to be on her own in gift shopping.

May 28, 2020 (T-Minus 4 Days)

Y/N’s planning was 70% in the clear. The necklace was ordered, Sam was helping out in planning the food, Harrison and Tuwaine were arranging the golf diversion plan, and Harry was keeping Tom busy making sure he wasnt suspecting anything. Although that didn’t stop Tom from bothering his girlfriend a couple of hours of the day. How could he not, the boy missed his girl.

“Y/N..” Tom cooed as he wrapped his hands around her, kissing a small part of her shoulder. “Can you take a break from whatever arts and crafts thing you got going on and cuddle with me?” He continued as he placed another kiss.

“Babe, I’d love to more than anything but I wanna finish this up so I can at least accomplish one thing during Quarantine.” She explains.

“You accomplish a lot of things darling, and you can accomplish another if you just come and cuddle with your needy boyfriend, who happens to be turning 24....in 4 days.” He hinted, places kisses by ear.

“Oh and I suppose that gives you special treatment?” Y/N challenges, letting out giggles as Tom continued to kiss where she was ticklish the most.

“I would hope so. Now, what do you say?” He smiles at her, placing the small strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Okay you win.” She whispers.

May 29, 2020 (T-Minus 3 Days)

Tom and Harry were busy hosting the Pub Quiz, while Y/N and Harrison took the time to create the decorations for Tom’s party. The theme... Spiderman, but what else was new. Harrison drew up webs and spiders on the deflated red and blue ballooms, stashing them in a paper bag to be inflated the day of. Y/N started on the birthday pub quiz answer sheets, customizing them to have that personal touch of Tom. Everything was going smoothly until, she needed more glue.

“Crap, Im gonna check the closet. I think we have a few spare sticks of hot glue.” Y/N stated, as she got up.

Harrison eyes started to display signs of panic as he quickly got up and raced her to it, guarding the closet door. “Uh...there’s no more. I already checked.” He squeaked.

Y/N raised her one eyebrow in suspicion. “I’m pretty sure there’s a couple.” She fired back, trying to pry Harrison off the closet. “C’mon Harrison. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it is.” Harrison continued to stall. Y/N rolled her eyes, coming closer to him, wiggling her fingers. She tickled his sides, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip started to loosen as he let out fits of giggles. Y/N took the opportunity to quickly open the closet, and grab her glue sticks. She looked around to find if anything was suspicious or worth hiding, but there was nothing.

“You know...you’re acting really weird.” Y/N stated as she walked back to the table to continue her project. Once she was out of Harrison’s sight, he quickly texted Tom about the dilemma. Only to receive:

Time to find a new spot then.

May 30, 2020 (T-Minus 2 Days)

It was Tom & Y/N’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner. The irony both had no clue what one was planning for the other. They were always the type to be truthfully honest to each other, but a few little playful secrets couldn’t hurt. “So, is it just me or is Harrison acting really...strange?” She asked her boyfriend. Tom looked at her, pretending to not know what she was talking about.

“Umm..not sure. He seemed fine to me....Why? What’s happened?” Tom asked casually, focusing on the dishes.

“You know for someone that’s really good at acting, you’re a terrible liar.” Y/N laughed out loud, only to get splashed with water. “Touche. But seriously, he gets so nervous around me. Like someone’s out to get him if I do something he doesn’t expect. I wanted to get glue sticks yesterday in the closet and he straight up guarded the door, saying I wasn’t allowed....in out own closet?! I swear it’s like he’s hiding something in there.”

“Haz, you div.” Tom muttered under his breath.

“What was that babe?”

“Uhh nothing. I was just saying Harrison is a piece of work. Even I couldn’t tell you why he was acting like that.” He lied.

“Uh..huh.” Y/N responded, not buying anything but rather just letting it be.

Tom placed the dishes on the rack, while he came up behind his girlfriend, huggling her tightly from behind. “It’s whatever. But, lets just go back to our room, lay under the sheets, watch some Netflix....have a good time.” He smirked, kissing her temple. “And just cuddle like there’s no one watching.”

“Mmmm. Now that sounds like a plan.” She whispers pulling him to their room.

May 31, 2020 (T-Minus 1 Day)

Y/N only had 1 day left to prepare everything for Tom’s big day. She made sure to stay on top of everyone’s tasks and prepped her gifts for Tom tomorrow. Y/N was extremely proud of everything and everyone that was taking part of her little project. A rare sight anyone would ever see, but the most thing she was proud of was how secretive they were able to keep it that Tom didnt suspect a single thing.

“So, got anything planned for tomorrow?” Tom asked Y/N as she was cooking pancakes.

“Mmm I dont know. Am I supposed to have something to do tomorrow?” She teases.

“Well..” He starts as he takes the spatula out of her hands. “I hear it this div’s birthday tomorrow.” Tom grabs Y/N’s waist, picking her up and placing her on the counter. “And I hear he just wants to spend it with his girls all day long.” Y/N’s legs locked around Tom’s waist as he continues his not-so-obvious birthday wish.

“Oh there’s gonna be more than one girl at this birthday of his huh? He must be quite the player.” She smiles at him, fingers thresding through the small brown hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Well yeah because Tessa is his princess but Y/N, this really cute adorable hot girl who doesn’t think she’s hot but should really start seeing it...that HIS princess.” He explained, kissing every visible spot on her face. “It would make his 24th. Trust me.”

Y/N pretends to stall and think about his wish. He knew he was going to get Y/N and Tom time together no matter what, but where’s the fun in just expecting it. “We’ll see about that birthday boy.”

June 1, 2020 (Party Time!!)

The boys were all out celebrating Tom’s birthday at the golf course at the start of the day. Of course that wasn’t until Tom made sure to get some extra love and attention from his girlfriend first thing in the morning. Y/N quickly rushed to get the decorations in place, while Nikki, Tom’s mother helped in setting the table and getting the food ready with cleR and concise instructions from Sam to ensure they couldn’t mess it up.

“Y/N this was such a wonderful idea. I cant wait to see his face when he comes home.” She exclaims, giving Y/N the most comforting hug.

“Thank you Nikki, I just want it to be perfect for him this year. I mean we’re all in Quarantine and all of us are finally together in one place.” Y/N explains as she places the final ballons up by the doorway.

“Well of this is how you prepare for a birthday, I can’t wait to see how you prep for your wedding.” Nikki responds, only half joking.

“He hasn’t even proposed yet!” Y/N laughs, though the thought makes her stomach flutter in the best way possible. Being married to Tom was all she could ever want in life.

“Well, dont you worry. Im sure it’ll happen, that boy can’t gona second without you I’d be surprised if he doesnt....May just have to chastise him if he takes too long.”

Y/N was starting to grow a bit suspicious. This whole week alone was filled with suspicion. Harrison acting weird, Tom being extra needy and cuddly, Nikki talking about marriage. “Was Tom going to propose soon? “ she thought to herself.

Just in the nick of time, the boys had all arrived after an intense game of golf. They came in bursting in conversation about how great it was, who deserved to win, and of course how Dom was always getting beat at his own game by his sons. Of course the festivities didnt start yet, until Tom took a moment to shower and dress up. It wasnt that he needed to, but for him..it was extremely necessary for today.

Y/N went up to grab her presents for Tom in the work closet, when all of a sudden, a small box landed on her head. She looked up then down towards where the item fell, only to see a sparkling pink and clear diamon cut ring. “Oh my god” she muttered.

“Bullocks.” Tom spoke out loud wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his torso.

“I...uh..Im sorry Tom. I swear I wasn’t looking for it I was just trying to get my gift so I could give it to you. I didnt know this was your hiding spot.” She frantically explains picking up the box and giving it to him.

Tom looked a little disappointed as he stared at the ring. He had worked so hard to keep it a secret from everyone only to get it ruined on his brirthday. “No no no. It’s fine Y/N, really. I just...I was planning on giving this to you next month on your birthday.”

Y/N opens her mouth realizing how bad she messed it up. “Oh my god. Tom Im so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs. “Actually kinda glad you found it. So now I can do this”. Tom gets down on one knee, his towel still wrapped around his torso. “Y/N, I have loved you more than I could ever love anyone in the past 3 years I’ve known you. I swear I could have sworn I was going to marry you the day I met you at the Marvel office with your little black Dell notebook in your hands. Your humor, your kindess, your sympathy and empathy for all living things makes me love you even more. Will you make me the happiest birthday man on earth, and marry me?” He proposes.

Y/N tears up and shakes her head vigorously. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries, repearing the words as she hugs him on the floor. They lean in giving into a passionate kiss, still holding onto each other. Y/N and Tom couldn’t believe it was real. Just a couple of seconds they were boyfriend and girlfriend..now they’re engaged. “Wait. I almost forgot about your presents.” She quickly speaks out grabbing the bag.

“Darling, believe me you were my present. I am beyond satisfied right now.” He chuckles.

“I know, but I got you these too!” Y/N pushes the bag to him. Tom shakes his head as he opens it up find a silver necklace with a retangular pendant, and a major jar full of post- it notes. He observes the necklace and opens up the retangular pendant to find a picture of Y/N and him during their firsf year together. He smiled back at the memory, now seeing as to where they’ve ended uo. Stronger and better than before. Next, he opened the major jar pulling out a small card that read:

For whenever you’re down, need a laugh or missing me.

He picked up a post it note that more pictures of them during their time together with a note saying:

“Remember that you’re the reason we all smile. You are a warm loght of happiness that does not stop giving to the world.”

Tom tears up at the gift. In all his years, no one has ever given him soemthing that held so much sentimental value. “I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for this...for all of this.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Your welcome. I hope you know you mean the world to me too, and I just wanted your birthday to be perfect.”

“It already is...because I have you.” He looks back at her and smiles.

“Cmon birthday boy. Get dressed, we have a party to attend to and news to share .” Y/N laughs as she helps her boyfriend...I mean fiance up. Who said that quarantine birthdays were boring?

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