#my sides I can do myself but can’t see my back

[brittle-doughie]

Warmth (Burning Spice Cookie)

Let’s round out the hypothetical redemptions with the beast of destruction!

*CLANG!*

The sounds of weapons clashing echoed in the room as you were pushed back from the force, his strength superior to yours.

“HA! Normally, you’d be downed after such a strike, yet you remain standing. I must give praise where it’s due, you’ve lasted longer then I thought you would, little Cookie.”

You breathed heavy as you try to get back into a fighting stance with your blade.

“Why continue on like this? Is it for her?”

You looked off to the side to see the near collapsed Golden Cheese Cookie, her dough barely holding from intense fighting previously, you avert your eyes back to Burning Spice Cookie.

“Golden Cheese Cookie believed I could handle myself, even against you. I tried so hard to convince her and I won’t let you ruin that!”

“Is that a promise you intend to keep?!��

He charged at you again as you raise your blade to once again clash against his, but he was ready as he kept swinging at you, you tried to block as many times as you could before he did an unexpected spin around and struck his weapon against your side, sending you flying back towards a wall.

You cough up a bit of jam as you try to get up, but he’s already towering over you as he kicked your weapon aside.

“Had enough yet?”

“Not even close.”

He strikes you with his fist.

“You want to crumble for that little bird?! Then BOTH of you shall be reduced to NOTHING!”

He strikes you again and again, coughed up jam splattering around you, yet you looked no closer to crumbling despite the bruises.

“N-no! Y/N Cookie!”

She tried to get up. To go to you. To protect you like she should’ve.

Yet, she collapses to the ground again, forced to watch Burning Spice Cookie try to pummel you into dust.

He stopped for a moment to see if you were still moving, the ground around you slightly dented by the force of his hits.

“Heh….hehe…”

You weakly laughed.

This confused Burning Spice Cookie, who thought for sure he had crumbled you.

“You’re still here with me?”

“I’ve got the same problem as you do, Spice. Good ol’ immortality, hehe.”

“You should still be reduced to specks of dust! That’s what all things that can’t handle the swing of my axe end up being...”

“Then maybe…you’re not hitting as hard as you admit.”

He grabs you by the collar, enraged by your statement.

“ARE YOU DOUBTING MY POWER?! I CAN REDUCE YOU TO BITS RIGHT NOW!”

“Then go ahead.”

“You’re not going to try to escape out of my hold?”

“Nope.”

He pauses for a moment before shaking his head, growling irritably as he lets you go, making you fall back onto the ground. You chuckle again.

“I knew ittttt~”

“WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO PERSIST LIKE THIS?! YOU ARE FIGHTING ONLY TO SEE EVERYTHING AROUND YOU CRUMBLE TO DUST!”

“You’ll live to see your kingdom crumble to dust and float away into the wind! Every Cookie you know will be gone! There is nothing worth trying anymore!”

“You don’t have to be scared…”

“Scared?”

“You’re scared of forming attachments, because you’ll have to watch them change and fade away while you remain the same. You can still cherish the time you have with them, the memories you have with them is the greatest treasure.”

“NOTHING lasts forever. Every path I have taken through eons has led me to one simple conclusion that ALL must be destroyed. What will YOU have after centuries? Where everything you hold dear will be gone?”

“…I can still have you. And you can still have me.”

“…What?!”

“If the problem is living forever, then we can live forever…together.”

Burning Spice, for the first time in a LONG time, felt a beat in his heart, something even he couldn’t believe was possible anymore as his face falls.

He felt…like he could care about something care as he fights with the conflicting feelings inside himself.!

“No, I shouldn’t…I can’t.”

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. It’s only natural that we gotta stick together, right?”

“You have the nerve to teach me. ME?!”

He grabbed your arms and lifted you up, seemingly ready to headbutt you or something else equally as bad….

…before he brought you close to him into a hug.

“I must give you credit. I have not felt like this for eons! It’s different, it feels warm, I need MORE of this!”

“You are RIGHT! Perhaps this can be a chance for me. What is it that you said? That we shall remain together FOREVER! HAHAHAHA!”

“Burning Spice Cookie….”

“What?”

“What is the meaning of-“

You both turn around to see an awakened, VERY pissed off Golden Cheese.

“Get your hands off MY treasure, you…”

[lex-the-flex]

Under the Cherry Blossoms – Love and Deepspace

Including: Sylus x fem! reader

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, established relationship, makeout session (slightly sexual), semi-public sex? 👀 (fingering), Sylus being a horny gentleman.

A/N: Well, I guess I write first LADS now, and honestly, as long as it cures my writers block, that’s all I want! Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

“Sylus…” You whisper only for him to hear.

Briefly releasing his lips from your jawline, a smirk rises in the corner of your lover’s mouth.

“Yes, my love?” He asks.

Gently caressing the sides of your face, Sylus's crimson eyes gaze into yours.

“We can’t… People will see.” You say, tugging on the hem of his leather jacket.

“Well then, the cherry blossoms will provide the ruse: we’re just two young lovers who decided to enjoy the afternoon. …Regardless of the outcome.” Sylus explains.

Realizing that you’re not going to win this fight, you wrap your arms around Sylus's shoulders, prompting him to lean closer.

“You’re such a bad influence.” You mock him with a smile.

“And you’d have me no other way.” He replies, tilting your chin forward.

Capturing your lips on his own, he guides you both further back into the shade. The scent of the fresh, flowing blossoms waft through the cool breeze, causing the skirt of your brand new dress to glide over your legs.

Running your fingers through Sylus's short white hair, he slightly presses you against the wide trunk of the tree. Scrunching the buds of your fingers along the back of his neck, he momentarily pulls back, ending the kiss.

“God, the things you do to me.” Sylus announces, trailing a free hand down the curves of your body.

“Why don’t you do something about it, then?” You tease.

“Oh, sweetie. Trying to celebrate my birthday a little early?” He replies, biting your bottom lip.

Deepening the kiss, Sylus's tongue breaks the barrier of your cherry flavored lips. With his free hand sinking past your hips, you unconsciously move your body against his hips, secretly wanting more.

Tracing his fingers in between your thighs, his hand dances along the soft skin of your legs. Tilting his head to the side, a brief groan escapes from Sylus's chest. Determined to continue, Sylus carefully cups your clothed clit, earning a muffled gasp from you.

Giving you barely any time to breathe, Sylus moves your silk panties to the side. Seductively playing and pulling around the bundle of nerves, your knees begin to wobble, causing you to balance your leg on Sylus's waist.

Breaking the kiss, Sylus nibbles on the outside of your ear.

“So eager for me.” He smiles.

Caressing your throbbing clit, Sylus pushes two of his fingers past your entrance. Giving him a soft moan as a reply, that’s all he needs to know. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, your fingers scrunch his short hair. Swirling his digits along your slick walls, you grip Sylus's shoulders and your knuckles begin to turn white.

“…Sylus.” You moan. 

Shielding your frame from the rest of the outside world, Sylus's digits tread deeper into you, ultimately reaching your sensitive spot. Calming stroking the ticklish nerve, you can feel your legs burn from the impending arousal. 

Leaving his spot from your neck, Sylus grips your waist, keeping himself composed. Shaking at his horrifyingly accurate precision, it never failed to send you over the edge. Sending you closer to the breaking point, your thoughts start to spiral out of control, unable to hold on anymore. 

Suddenly, Sylus’s warm voice radiates against your eardrums, only making you more wet and slick. 

“Don’t cum. I’ll have you all to myself soon enough, Y/N.” Sylus orders, circling around your closing walls.

Doing as he says, you do your best to hold back. Releasing your grip on his shoulders, you let out a shaky and a sharp breath once he removes his fingers. Leaning his forehead against your own, a peaceful, yet satisfied hum leaves Sylus's chest.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself?” He asks.

Smirking, you collect his face in both hands as he leans in your touch.

“You fiend.” You reply, tugging on his bottom lip.

“You–” Sylus gasps, surprised by your sudden action. 

You could tell he had more in him, more hunger. But right now, this wasn’t the time or the place to share it. There were too many prying eyes everywhere. Taking you by the hand, Sylus leads you through the rest of the park, eager to continue this rendezvous elsewhere. 

a/n: happy birthday to my man.

tagging ~

@iraot

@abbzloves

@sylusbelovedwifey

[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔…

AN: a lil thank you for 600 followers :)

It’s been about a month since me and Chris made up, things has been okay to say the least we’ve gone back to talking the way we used to, we’ve been going out a lot. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t talking to other people but nothing serious. It’s been nice. Im currently out with Stella, we both just finished spring cleaning and decided to go shopping as a reward. We walk around the mall going into a few stores, eating stuff from the food court.

“Let’s go to Victoria’s Secret” Stella says handing me the drink we both are sharing, I nod as she drags me into the store. We pick out a few things trying them on for each other switching up a few things. As we’re checking out I get a call, it’s Chris. I answer the call “Heyy” I greet him “Hey are you busy today?” I raise my eyebrow looking at Stella “Um im out with Stella right now but I think I’ll be home all night why?” I reply pulling my wallet out to pay “Okay can i pick you up tonight? Just to go get ice cream or something anything you want” I grin as I pay for my stuff and the cashier hands me the bag, I give her smile “Uh sure what time?” “Is 9 good for you?” “Yeah I’ll see you then bye” I hang up turning to Stella telling her everything “I bet he’s gonna ask you to be his girlfriend” she says playfully, I smack her arm softly “shut up��. We continue to go around buying things here and there.

Later that evening…

We arrive home going into our rooms to pack up all of our new stuff, im playing music on my tv as I organize my stuff. When I’m done I decide to do a bit of laundry when there’s a knock at the door I look at the time, it’s not 9 yet I go over to Stella’s room “Are you expecting someone?” I ask her “yeah this girl I met a few weeks ago but she’s coming in like an hour” I nod honing to open the door, maybe she’s here early, I open the door and there’s a guy with a bouquet of flowers and a basket, it looks like some your boyfriend would make for you on Valentine’s Day “Hello is this where Y/N L/N lives” he ask “yeah” I reply and he hands the stuff to me asking me to sign a paper, I do thanking him bring the things inside setting them down in the kitchen counter “Ou is this from Chris?” I hear Stella coming into the room, I shrug “I don’t know I’m lookign for a note” I find a little card on side of the basket, it’s from the guy I was talking to when Chris and I weren’t talking “Oh it’s from the guy I was telling you abt, the one with the dreads” I tell her, she fake gasp “scandalous” I scoff at her antics going to my room grabbing my phone to thank him, I look through the rest of the things seeing another card in the basket ‘be my girlfriend’ I read it and internally cringe, not because of the card but because I haven’t talked to this dude in almost 2 months.

I send him another message turning him down, as I send that message he angerly replies, he’s calling me all sort of names and threatening me, I send him one last text telling him to fuck himself before blocking him. I lock the front door bring the stuff to my room contemplating if I should keep them or send them back to him. “I mean fuck it im keeping it cuz like the fuck is h goign to do with them” I say to myself also packing them in my room and bathroom. When I’m done I decide maybe I should start getting ready for my date (can you even call it that) with Chris. I go to my bathroom taking a shower, once I’m out I do my regular routine. My skincare, drown my body in lotion and get dressed, i can’t decide if I should get dressed up or just wear sweats. I eventually decide to just wear some jeans and a top Ig laced at the time it’s almost 9, I sit at my vanity doing my edges and putting on some lip gloss. I get a message from him saying he’s in the parking lot and asking for my room number I hesitate a bit before sending him the number I hear the knock at the door followed by voices.

I walk out the room to see Stella, Chris and who I assume is Stella’s guest in the kitchen. My eyes fall on Chris he has a small bouquet of flowers in his hand , damn looks like the universe loves me today, I smile walking over to him “Hii” I greet him “hey these are for you” he hands me the bouquet I smile going to my room and putting the flowers in my desk, I walk up to the front door putting on my shoes and he follows behind me i grab my keys telling Stella bye and we both leave “Did you really come up to my room to give me flowers��� i question him when he calls for the elevator, he looks down at me “yep do you like them?” The doors open amd walk into the elevator “yes they’re very pretty, thank you” he grins “no problem sweetheart” he puts his arm around my shoulder. We get the elevator going into the parking lot getting the car.

On the way we’re both yapping to each other catching up on what’s been going on. We arrive at a little ice cream parlor, we go inside standing in line I turn to look at all the flavors they had my eyes going wide and my mouth watering slightly “What are getting?” He ask as he places his hand on my lower back I shrug “i don’t know they all look so good…. What are you getting?” I ask him “Mint chip” he answer I make a face “that’s shits ass” he scoffs “No its not” “Yes it is” he shakes his head “Whatever you say princess but im still getting it” I hum “I think I’ll get the strawberry cheesecake or maybe the macadamia” I say “Just get both” he says nonchalantly I look back at him surprised “Can I?” He nods his head as he walks up to the counter ordering it for the both of us. We get our ice cream paying before leaving at going to sit on one of the benches outside. We stay out there for a got minute talking about any and everything, we’re laughing and playing around people are walking by us giving us looks but we don’t notice too caught up in each other’s company to care.

“Ah think is time we start getting you home” he says looking at him phone, I glance at my watch to check the time, 11:36 pm, guess I’m gonna be late for class tomorrow. I nod we get up from our seat throwing away our garbage going into the car, as I’m buckling in I notice a little bag in the backseat, it looks like those bags they give you at some fancy jewelry store, I wanna ask him about but I don’t “Wanna be on aux?” He ask me offering the cord “You know damn well the answer to that” I say yanking the cord out of his hands as he chuckles, I plug my phone in putting on I playlist I made for when I’m in the car with him, the entire ride home is just us singing along to the songs and chatting a little bit more, we’re just having so much fun im sad when I recognize the familiar road leading up to the dorms, when we park I let out a sigh grabbing my things turning to him “Thank you, I had a lot of fun” I tell him he smiles “Wait I got something for you” he says reaching into the backseat grabbing the little bag I saw earlier handing it to me.

“What is it” I ask him accepting it “Open it” is all he says, I look at him suspiciously reaching into the bag and I pull out a Van Cleef jewelry box I gasp looking at him “You got me something from Van Cleef are you insane?” I ask excitedly he nudges his head at it “Open it” I shakily open the box to see a beautiful white jewelry set, my jaw drops when I see it I look up at him when he reaches in his pocket and hands me a card, I take it from him opening it up ‘will you be my girlfriend’ damn im on a roll catching these boys like damn Pokémons , I look back at him going over the cars middle console to give him a hug “YES OFC THE FUCK? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS” I tell him, I feel like I’m on cloud nine, on a high I hope to never come down from, he wraps his arms around me letting out a sigh “Thank God” he whispers under his breath. We finally pull away when he offers to help me put on the jewelry, I let him looking in the little mirror I turn grabbing his face smashing my lips on his, he returns the kiss with the same amount of passion holding my head in place it felt like the world stopped, all I could think about is him, his hands, his hair, his lips, his scent, all him. We pull away our breath heavy “Thank you so much” I tell him he smiles at me, oh God how I love his smile “My pleasure sweetheart, no go inside you need your beauty rest, I’ll talk to you in the morning?” I nod, he peck my lips one more time before I leave going inside my door, when I get inside the place is empty and quiet, Stella’s probably asleep I go into my room deciding I’ll tell her everything tomorrow. I look into my mirror looking at the stuff Chris got me, My boyfriend got me I smile to myself, I get undress flopping into my bed going to sleep not knowing how much my life’s about to change……and I mean really change.

An: hehe hellooooooo thank you from the bottom of my pussy for 600!! Hope you enjoyed this one, shits abt to get crazyyyyyyy

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[hmhas-00]

Ch. 33

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- like and rb 🤍 I KNOW yall hate me with these cliffhangers, but you know I loveeee to see y’all suffer lol.

Billie’s POV

I let her get it all out. I held her for a while, soothing her cries, trying to come up with solutions.

I pulled away from our embrace, wiping her tears away. I fixed her hair, brushing it behind her ears, the way I always used to do.

I took her hands in mine, looking into her eyes. “I want you to come with me on tour.”

She furrowed her brows, shaking her head. I knew she would say no. “I can’t, Billie.”

I nodded, “You can. I’m not leaving without you.”

She shook her head again, pulling her hands away from mine.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, do you hear me?” I raised my brows at her, my voice firm. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time.

“I can’t, I need to find another job, Billie. I still need to pay my bills somehow.” She sighed, “I wish I could.”

“You’ll work for me! I can get you a job in two seconds, Remy.”

She thought about it. She spaced out, looking through the little window by her bed, as the tree branches scratched up against it. The rain pitter-pattered on the glass, the clouds blocking the sunset from glowing into the room.

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

She tilted her head at me, “I don’t know…”

“Please, I want you to! I need a new photographer anyway. I know you’d get the best photos.” I begged her.

“We’ll see. Maybe just until I find another job. I’ll start applying.” She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes.

I pulled her back into my chest, swaying from side to side. I smiled big, knowing she’d be safe with me, at least for the next few months.

The next few hours went by without notice. I had finally calmed her down enough to get her to take a hot shower, while I ordered some food. I took it upon myself to tidy up around her apartment and do a load of laundry, making sure she had nothing to clean for the rest of the week.

Once the food arrived, I stood in the kitchen, placing food from the to-go containers onto two plates, purposely giving her the bigger portion.

“Remy we gotta do something about it. We have to report that to HR or something.

“HR doesn’t care, Billie, HR worships the ground they walk on. They won’t care. Besides, they’ll black list me and I’ll never get a job for a company that big again.”

I sigh, not wanting to push her to do anything she isn’t comfortable doing.

“Have some food, you haven’t eaten all day.” I sat next to her, handing her a plate.

After eating, we go to her room, cozying up under the covers, like we used to do, all the time.

We binge watch our show, letting the time go by in silence. Every once in a while, I glance over at her to make sure she’s okay. Her eyes followed the screen, occasionally licking her lips to keep them moist, or yawning and curling her toes.

After some time, I notice her starting to space out, looking past the tv, completely in thought. I watch her, seeing her fingers begin to pick at each other again, her restless mind keeping her occupied.

No one in the world has ever captivated me more than her. She’s breathtaking, especially when she doesn’t know anyone’s looking. The slope of her nose, so delicately sculpted, the faint freckles splattered over its bridge. Her lashes were long, clashing with her bottom ones as she blinked.

“What’s on your mind.” I turned slightly towards her.

I admired her eyes as she shifted her gaze towards me. She bit the inside of her lip, still in a daze. I gave her a soft smile as she looked in my eyes too.

She adjusted the pillow under her neck, snapping back into reality. She shook her head softly, “I just can’t believe my life right now. I feel like I can’t catch a break. I’m so fucked.”

“No, you’re not. Remy, it’s all gonna be okay. I promise.” My voice was slow and soft, anything to keep her calm.

She sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how I’m going to pay for all these expenses. This place, my car, I have no insurance now… I should’ve thought this through.” I could see her brain turning at a million miles per hour.

“Don’t do that to yourself, Remy. There’s no point. What’s done is done. It was for the best.” I comforted her, “I’m so proud of you. You know that?”

She blinked, tears dripping down her face again, my progress unraveling before me.

“Rem… Hey, don’t torture yourself.” I brushed her hair behind her ears again, making sure her long curtain bangs stayed put too. I missed doing that so much.

“Everything is going to be fine. I promise you, you’ll be fine. We’ll do this together, you don’t have to deal with it alone, Rem.” I assured her, knowing she’d have a hard time accepting my help.

“I don’t even think I have enough saved up for it all.” She sniffled, frustrated to be crying again.

I had finally fought off her tears and given her ibuprofen for her raging headache. I hated to see her so upset. “Look at me. Try to take a breath. Listen…”

She tried to wipe her tears, mad that they weren’t stopping.

“I’m gonna take care of whatever you can’t handle yourself. I’d take care of all of it, if you let me, but something tells me you won’t.” I wiped away her tears for her.

“Even then, I’d pay you back even if I had to work the rest of my life.” She shook her head, “It’s too much. I can’t let you do that. Especially not now. I’ve been the worse friend, Billie. I know how much I’ve hurt you. If only you knew how awful I feel, knowing I almost lost you.”

“Stop that. C’mere.” I rolled her toward me, letting her melt into my arms. “I was a shitty friend too. We’re even.” I sighed as she cried into my arms again.

I stared at the ceiling, listening to the background chatter of the television.

“I’m here for you. That’s what best friends are for.” I nuzzled her face into my neck, brushing her hair out with my hands. She threw her leg over me, like she always used to do.

“I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you so much.” She sniffled, between sobs.

“I got you, Remy, I got you. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you. You’re safe now.”

She laid in my arms as I took my fingertips and softly scratched up and down her back, tracing little shapes into her skin, until I felt goosebumps form. I ran my fingers all the way up her spine, and down to her back dimples.

Her breathing slowed and steadied, letting me know she was asleep. I didn’t want to move, not even an inch. My heart was satisfied, finally feeling her at peace. I just wanted her to rest.

I’ll let her fall into a deep sleep, then I’ll take off and drive home, I thought.

Just 20 more minutes and I’ll leave.

I have to get home soon….

I close my eyes, and suddenly, we’re back in time. Back to a time when sleepovers were a regular occurrence. When we’d spend hours inside her room just laughing, talking, singing, doing anything at all. I felt so safe, so comfortable, so warm...

[ghostymarni]

Hi I had no caf today.

But uhh… OC lore pls?

no caf???? How??? 😂✨ do you prefer tea or perhaps you can run on juice?

I need it to function in the mornings. I either need that first brew or an ice cold energy drink to get the gears turning ♥️✨

I hope you mean how Aev started cause that’s what imma share haha!

Aeviririn is my main, self expressed, self insert. I wanted a way to express my presence on the holonet in a way I both saw myself, adding my hair + design style of expression, as well as overall expression of interests + communication. Her design has lots of symbolism in how I designed her.

with the loss of my late husband (it’s been 10 months already) I turned back to art knowing it’s the truest way of communication for me.

I know I started her as a self presence on “this is the artist” drawing myself with my designed mandalorian bucket. But it evolved to who she is now. I’m learning as I go, I’ve never had a public oc before in an active fandom. And it’s all new to me being so involved <3

I’ve learned + continue to learn, the difference between fun lingo usage + fandom RP, which I feel is a very thin line. But just balancing responses between me and using Aev confused myself sometimes because Aev is literally me hahaha. I don’t see myself starting an RP only account because my ADHD is too inconsistent.

my late husband + I called ourselves a mandalorian family, he was a long time boba fett fan even before I met him, and unknowingly we always initiated the keldabe kiss with our son and personal moments. He was into the bad batch before I was and he’d quote things to me not knowing their origin. Making TBB so much more personal. so the grief I felt, felt like I was exposing me to my true feelings and evolving aeviririn to who she is now, feels just as much healing as it is expression. Almost like I was recreating myself as I fell apart.

arm wraps - symbolize how I feel like I’m always fighting through life. Losing my partner I put the wraps on knowing i have no one to help protect me. To keep fighting forward.

long mohawk - it’s my actual hairstyle. I haven’t cut it in almost 8 years, and I shave the sides every other week.

left leg blaster - my late husband taught me how to shoot, helping me overcome my fear of weapons. I like the rifles/snipers not just in games but I lock in when I shoot them. As well as having a blaster for a sniper is essential for close range, but also I keep it as a reminder that my left handed partner always reminded me to be prepared for anything.

Aev is so much of everything I’ve grown to be, and who I strive to keep being. Her attitude is so much of my own as well as my inner confidence. Tomboy + femme, so much of my own desires and interests, and life experiences.

my obsession with the marshal commander actually started a long time ago. Denial cause I had a convo with my late husband talking about what clones I’d connect with before I was deeply immersed into clones as he was. Refusing the 501st because it felt basic hahahaha (he had a captain Rex tattoo) and I was like, I kinda like the red guys, it’s kinda cool.. referring to the coruscant guard. And he was like “oh they’re like the cops of the city” which made me cringe at the time because i wanted to find my reason for it on my own terms. Ironically after he passed I stumbled back onto fox and I hyper fixated on him. Which the fandom at the time was very minimal (from what I saw), about fox being mean grumpy and often disliked. But I couldn’t help it. I liked that hahaha thanks to @eobe for her forwarding me commander caf escalated post which sparked a whole cup of chaos that im so glad I jumped on. And connecting with @lonewolflupe finding out we had so much in common which sparked the chaos twins, initiating a whole new chapter of Aev and creativity <3

I truly appreciate everyone that’s drawn Aev, includes her, and supports my innuendo to myself. I can’t wait to see how she (and I) grow.

[after-the-end-times]

Fellowship of the Babysitters

Rating: T❤️Words: 3.7k❤️Tags: No UpsideDown, Getting together, The older teens are Actual Babysitters, The Party are 10yo's, Gay Steve Harrington, General concern for 80's homophobia, Lots of eye staring and banter, Children unknowingly asking invasive questions For @steddiebingo Squares: Babysitting, Company, Arcade Ao3

“Do you have a job?” Dustin asked, looking up at Steve from the dining table. He’d just finally grown tall enough to not need a booster on the chair anymore and had grown even more precocious because of it.

“Yep!” Steve said, putting Dustin’s lunch down in front on him. He ruffled Dustin’s growing out curls, “I get to hang out with you! Best job I could ever have!”

“Do you have friends?” Dustin said around his mouthful of sandwich. “I have lots of friends!”

Steve chuckled, “Yep, I have friends. You’ve met Robin, remember? Well, she’s my best friend in the whole world!”

Steve went to clean up the kitchen from breakfast and now lunch. He had already eaten his sandwich while Dustin played earlier.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Will’s brother has a girlfriend; they hang out all the time. Mike says they’re really annoying.”

Steve hesitated a moment, but kept a smile on for Dustin. “I used to, but not anymore. And that’s ok! Sometimes people don’t have girlfriends and that’s fine. Everyone’s different-”

“Can I play with Will and them today?” Dustin interrupted, blithely unaware of Steve’s attempted after-school-special speech. “At school, Mike told us he got a new toy we should go over and see.”

“Yeah, I can call and see if we can set something up today.” Steve sighed in mild relief and wiped the counter down, brushing crumbs into the sink. “Maybe we can even swing by and rent a movie? How’s a movie afternoon with popcorn sound?”

“Oh! Can we go to the arcade too? It’s been forever since you took us.”

“Well yeah, that’s because I need another adult with me to watch you all.” Steve chuckled, walking back over to plop down in a seat across from Dustin. “Can’t take all of you there by myself, now can I?”

“Can’t you just ask Will or Mike’s babysitters? They can help watch us!” Dustin clasped his hands under his chin while wiggling in his seat, pleading his case hard. “And we’ll be on our best behavior! Pleeeease!”

Steve laughed at his antics, “Ok, ok. I’ll ask when I call about meeting up. Not promising anything though! Just in case, be prepared for just renting a movie and going to play.”

“Yes!” Dustin pumped his little fist in the air, excited and bouncing in his seat. Steve couldn’t help smiling. He loved when he saw his own mannerisms show up in Dustin and the other kids, it was so cute and made him yearn for a day when he could have kids of his own.

“Oh yeah! There’s a new kid at school that wanted to play with us. Can she come too?”

“Sure, more the merrier. You get her phone number so I can call her parents up?” Dustin looked at him, then shook his head, curls flying.

“Oooook, what’s her last name? We’ll just look them up. Oh wait, they just moved here? Welp, they won’t be in the book yet. Ok, did she mention where she lives? Maybe we can swing by and just ask.”

“Her name’s Max! Annnnnd I think she said she’s in Forest Hills!”

Steve chuckles, “Ok, we’ll swing through, see if there’s a moving truck or boxes out for trash. If we find her great, if not, maybe get a phone number from her at school on Monday.”

-

20 minutes later, Steve was driving Dustin through Forest Hills looking for any sign that screamed We Just Moved In!

Turning a bend, Dustin started pointing at a girl playing outside, yelling “That’s her! That’s Max! We found her! Go faster!”

Steve drove slowly up to the mobile home where Max was chalking on the cracked pavement. He parked and Dustin flung himself out of the car to rush over to Max while Steve went to the door, leaving them to it.

He knocked a couple fingers against the side of the screen door and stepped aside. After a moment he saw movement from inside the dark screen. “Hi there, I’m Steve Harrington. I’m watching Dustin, he’s Max’s class? He wanted to know if Max can come play with him and a few other kids. I can give you their parents’ phone numbers. We might stop at the arcade for a while or just play at Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler’s for the afternoon.”

The figure inside didn’t respond after Steve finished his speech. Waiting a few more seconds, Steve decided no response was probably a no. “Ok, well thank you for your time. We’ll get out of your hair.”

He headed down the steps, walking back toward Dustin. “Hey, bud. I think we’re gonna have to pick another day to play, ok?

“You didn’t ask her babysitter if she could come though!” Dustin pouted, standing up and putting his tiny fists on his hips.

“I did. They didn’t say she could come with us. And I’m not going to just pluck a kid off someone’s driveway. That’s how we end up in jail. And I can’t take you to the arcade from jail, can I?”

“You didn’t ask, though!” Dustin stomped a foot, Max standing off behind him. “He went home to get lunch for Max!”

Sudden concern for Max rolled through Steve, her babysitter went home? “Ok, and where’s his home?”

Dustin and Max turned to point across the narrow street, the door swung open to reveal Eddie Munson carrying a plate of sandwiches and chips. Eddie saw them and went on Babysitter Alert, walking more briskly their way.

“Hey man, what’re you guys up to over here?” Eddie said, faux pleasantly, the universal tone for trying not to upset the kids while silently asking Steve, who are you and why are you near my kid. Steve could respect that.

He stepped forward, with a little wave. “Eddie! Hey. I’m watching Dustin and we swung by to see if Max wanted to come play with some kids from her class today. We might hit the arcade if I can find another adult to help watch them, but they’ll probably just play at the Wheeler’s house for a few hours. I told all this to the person inside, but I didn’t get a response. You think it’s ok for her to come with us?”

Eddie looked at Steve and Dustin, walking over to Max. Handing her the plate of food, he crouched down to eye level and asked, “How ‘bout it? You wanna go play with these kids? You don’t have to. We can just keep drawing here.”

She looked up at Steve and back to Eddie. “I wanna go. Can you come too?”

“I’ll definitely come with you! The arcade’s fun, lots of games to try out! Maybe we can stop next door and grab a movie, too? How’s that sound?”

A cautious growing smile crossed Max’s face, getting bigger as the afternoon of fun became more real. Suddenly, she started for Steve’s car. “Let’s go!”

Steve put a hand out. “Woah woah, we can stay here til you finish your lunch. Looks like Eddie made you some good stuff there. Dustin, why don’t you start helping picking up the chalks while she eats? Then we can leave once she’s done.”

Max heaved a sigh, but went over and plopped down on the ground with her plate, while Dustin ran back over to pick up the chalk. Steve was happy he was still in his Wanting to Help phase. He dreaded the day he would have to start being stern about cleaning and helping.

Steve glanced at Eddie who’d moved to stand next to him. And who was apparently already looking over at Steve, heat rushed to Steve’s cheeks. It felt like Eddie could see right through him.

“Hey, sorry if I overstepped there,” Steve said. “Didn’t mean to babysit your kid.”

That seemed to snap Eddie out of whatever reverie he was in. “Nah, nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad she’s excited. Not a lot of kids around here her age to play with, so thanks for inviting her. And for stopping to pick her up?”

Steve chuckled, rubbing his neck with a hand. “Ah yeah, Dustin said he invited her to play this weekend, but then didn’t get a phone number or parent name. The only thing he knew was that she lived here somewhere, so we just swung through, hoping to see some signs of moving in. I was hoping to get her parents’ phone number, but I’m not sure whoever’s inside wants to give it out.”

“Yeah no, her mom’s a bit out of it most of the time. But you can have mine? If you want? For setting up play dates, of course.”

Steve sent him a crooked smile. “Of course.”

A pink flush spread over Eddie’s cheeks and he pulled at a curly lock of hair.. “You look really familiar; did we go to Hawkins together? Since you already know my name and all.”

“Oh! Wow, sorry about that! Yeah, I was in the class under you!” He reached a hand over, Eddie clasping it in his warm hand to shake. “I’m Steve. Harrington. Dustin’s babysitter, after school and every other weekend, while his mom works. You watch Max, I take it?”

“Yeah, a bit. Even when her Mom’s around, she isn’t really around, you know? So, I watch over her when I can. Not sure if it’s officially babysitting if I don’t get paid for it, but yeah.”

“Hm, well if you ever do want to get paid for babysitting, some friends and I have, like, a group? Club? Companybusiness, type thing. Whatever want to call it, where we share resources about what families need babysitters and recommend each other to families if we’re busy. Sometimes we arrange play dates to make certain babysitting gigs easier. Most of us have taken some CPR classes at the rec, too. I can teach you some basics if you want? So yeah, if you want to join us, just let me know?” Steve pulled in a breath, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I should really get that spiel down better if I actually want to recruit other babysitters, huh?”

Eddie smiled over at him. “Nah, I got it. So, like, a fellowship of babysitters, huh? You all work together for a common goal? That’s rad.”

Steve barked a laugh, looking over at Dustin who was helping Max eat her chips. “Fellowship, huh? Yeah, I like that. You get that from that cartoon movie? The kids were really into it last summer, watched it until I thought the tape would break.”

Eddie quirked an excited smile over at him, “Well, it was a book first, but yeah the movie’s fun. So, the kids like that kind of stuff then? You must have some pretty cool kids there.”

“Yeah, they’re really great.” Steve said, looking fondly at Dustin. He coughed, trying to cover the sad lilt that had crept in there and spoke toward the kids, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Hey bud, if you guys are just about done, we can head out.”

“Yessss! Let’s go!” Dustin popped up, running for Steve’s car. Steve chuckled and opened the car door just before he would’ve bounced off it. He watched him pull the seat belt across his lap before shutting the door.

Steve turned to Eddie. “You wanna follow us? Or I can drive?”

Eddie gave him a long shrewd look, before smiling and walking around the car. “You drive. Come on Max, this side.”

She came around and handed him his plate. He put in on top of the car while he got her in. Once she was seat belted in, he walked the plate back to his house, setting in on the porch and jogging back to the car.

“Alright!” He knocked his knuckles on the roof twice. “Let’s get this show on the road! Next stop- uh, where are we going?”

Steve grins at him over the car. “Gotta meet up with the rest of the fellowship first.”

Eddie threw his head back laughing, dimples on full display, curls spilling down his back. Steve swallowed hard, bewitched, unable to look away.

Eddie stepped back, still grinning and pulled his door open. “Alright big boy, first stop, Rivendell!”

-

After confabbing at the Wheeler’s, they piled all the kids into the cars and drove over to the arcade, releasing the chattering children to run free with handfuls of coins.

Nancy and Jonathan sat on a bench, getting to spend some time together while also keeping an eye on the kids. Barb sat on a bench next to Nancy and pulled out a book.

Leaving Max to play on a machine with Dustin on one side and Lucas on the other, Steve wandered over to the main counter, Eddie following behind.

“Steven Marie! Why?” Steve went for a hug when Robin came around the counter, but she started swatting at his shoulder. “I told you, this isn’t a daycare. You can’t just bring four, ugh five, toddlers to run around!”

Steve laughed, “And this is why you’re not part of our fellowship of babysitters, Robin. They’re not toddlers, they’ll be in middle school next year! Look at them! Soon they won’t even need a babysitter anymore.”

Steve felt that same old sadness he kept at bay trying to creep in. Hoping no one could tell, he sent Robin a crooked smile, quipping, “Besides, I think we could take them if they started something.”

“Hey, man,” Eddie reached out, setting a warm hand on his shoulder, “Dustin seems to really love you. He might want a babysitter longer than you think.”

Steve looked at him, getting caught in his eyes, Eddie’s thumb sweeping back and forth. “Thanks, man, I appreciate that.”

“Eh hem.”

“Oh!” Steve gestured at Robin. “Eddie, this is Robin, my best friend. Robin, Eddie. He watches Max, the redhead over there.”

Robin leaned against the counter, smirking at Eddie. “So, you got recruited into Steve’s whole babysitting club he’s got going?”

Eddie leaned a hip against the counter, hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes on Steve. “Yep. You know, kids aren’t so bad when they’re as cool as these ones.”

Steve smiled at him, warmed by his words. He didn’t even know this guy, not really, but for some reason he really cared what he thought. Or maybe he just had a weakness for pretty guys with expressive eyes.

Robin groaned, head falling back. “But their hands are always sticky!”

Eddie looked at her then grinned at Steve. “Not a kid person, I take it?”

Robin grimaced, mumbling to herself about icky sticky children, while Steve laughed. “Nope. We became friends scooping ice cream and then I horrifically betrayed her by going into babysitting instead of joining her here.”

Eddie laughed, dimples showing, eyes dark and crinkling. He was beautiful, Steve wanted him.

He felt a pencil poke his arm and looked over at Robin. She opened her eyes wide, telling him to stop gazing at Eddie like that.

He raised an eyebrow back telling her to leave him alone, he was in love and distraught.

Her eyebrows fell flat over her eyes, then do something about it.

He rolled his eyes and huffed a breath, looking away, noticing Eddie watching them like a tennis match.

“That was fun. You guys do that a lot?” Eddie grinned.

“No,” Steve said.

“Yes,” Robin said at the same time. Steve flicked a glare at her, she smiled back innocently.

“Steeeeve!” Robin flinched and Steve turned toward the shrill sound of Dustin calling his name. “It’s my turn! We agreed to take turns and Mike’s hogging the machine!”

Steve knocked his knuckles against the counter. “Welp, duty calls.”

He walked around the bank of arcade games, finding Dustin shoving at Mike who was clamped onto the front of the game. Jonathan and Nancy came over from the other side and together they were all able to calm the situation and get the kids cooperating again.

Steve backed away, turning around and running right into Eddie’s chest with an oof. Eddie grabbed his upper arms, steadying him; Steve’s hands automatically grabbing onto Eddie’s hips. Steve sucked in a breath, blinking wide eyed at him.

“Hi,” Steve breathed out.

“Hi there.” Eddie smiled, hands sliding down his arms, falling away from Steve’s hands. “Wanna sit? Keep an eye on them from over there?”

Steve nodded. “Sure. Lead the way.”

They sat on a bench with a clear view of all the kids. They weren’t touching, but Steve could feel Eddie’s heat along his side as if they were pressed together; Steve wished they were pressed together.

Hereallyneeded to gently suss out if Eddie was even into guys first. “So-”

“You wanna-”

Steve smiled, huffing in amusement. “You go.”

Eddie looked over at him, catching his eye, smiling small and nervous. “You think you might want to hang out sometime? Without the kids, I mean? We could go walk around the mall or something.”

Hope flared within Steve, sending his heart fluttering, heat warming his cheeks. But, he needed to be sure. He knew his face betrayed his nerves, glancing around the arcade, hands gripping the bench, before looking over at Eddie. “Do you, uh, happen to know Dorothy?”

Eddie grinned at him, eyes lighting up. “Oooh yeah, we’re really good friends.”

Steve let out a breath of relief, tensed shoulders relaxing, belly erupting in butterflies. “Yeah? That’s great, really great. Then yes, I definitely want to go to the mall with you.”

“I look forward to it,” Eddie said, eyes crinkling. His eyes were so pretty and dark, bottomless, Steve could live in them forever.

Steve flinched away, startled out of his reverie when something touched his hand.

Looking down, he saw Eddie’s hand resting on the bench and he realized what had happened; joy, and embarrassment at ruining the moment, flushed through him. He looked at Eddie and put his hand back down, hoping Eddie would try again, his belly tightened in anticipation.

Eddie smiled, small and private just for him, and he felt Eddie’s pinkie brush his, slow and on purpose. He felt so brave and daring, even with just his friends in the Arcade. They were still two men sitting in Hawkins, Indiana, touching, practically holding hands for all to see.

Steve kinda loved Eddie for it. He made a promise to himself that he’d wait until at least the third date to tell him.

The kids ran up then, unknowingly interrupting their perfect, amazing, transcendent moment, wanting to go rent a movie and go back to the Wheeler’s.

The kids ran off with Eddie, Jonathan, Barb, and Nancy corralling them toward the door. Steve quickly ducked over to Robin. She was gleefully waving bye to the kids when Steve ran into the counter, slapping his hands down.

“Robin. Call me when you get off tonight. We need to talk,” He said walking backwards toward the door, opening his eyes wide telling her something happened with Eddie!

Her eyes widened in surprise as she whisper yelled, “What?! When?!”

He mimed a phone at his ear, laughing as he ducked out of the door, her outraged shriek cut off by the door closing.

He caught up to the group inside Family Video, the kids running down the animated movie aisle, chattering about which ones they wanted. Eddie looked up at him over the wall of videos, smiling at him, he nodded over at the arguing kids and shook his head in shared amusement.

Dustin ran over, bonking off of him, and held up a movie. “Can we get this one? We got it before and remember no one was scared? Max is picking one too, but she’s taking forever ‘cause she’s never been here before. Are you sure Mike’s mom has popcorn? ‘Cause there’s some over here that says it’s like the popcorn at the movie theater!”

Steve chuckled, plucking the movie out of his hands. “Why don’t you go ask Nancy? She should know if they have popcorn at home, right?”

Steve smiled to himself as Dustin ran off, zigzagging through the aisles toward Nancy. He was always so amazed at how much energy that kid contained.

Eddie and Max walked toward him, Eddie wiggling Max’s video selection to show they were ready. Steve waved at Barb, indicating that they could heard the kids toward him, that they were ready to go after he paid for the movies.

-

It was always a bit of a production getting the kids back in their cars, but they were all finally on their way back to the Wheeler’s for their promised movie afternoon. Eddie rode with him again, though it felt different than their drive there, Steve so much more aware of Eddie sitting near.

At the Wheeler’s, the kids poured into the living room, grabbing all the blankets they could find and claiming their spots on the couch and floor. Steve popped in Max’s movie first, made sure they were all watching, and joined the adults in the kitchen. Nancy already had a bag on the stove, starting to pop.

Steve leaned against the counter beside Eddie, making sure their arms oh so casually brushed against each other. Eddie smiled over at him, leaning a little more against Steve’s side. Warmth flooded his belly, he was so excited to see where this would go.

“Take these out. And the drinks, here.” Nancy interrupted their smiley staring, shoving bowls of popcorn in their hands. Steve blinked over at Eddie who shrugged back, pulling a small smile from Steve. Eddie took Steve’s popcorn bowl, so he grabbed the pile of cups and pitcher of kool-aid, and they headed into the living room.

The kids were all, surprisingly, still focused on the screen and didn’t even clamor for the snacks, just accepted them quietly, eyes never wavering from the tv.

Eddie grabbed his wrist loosely, gently pulling him over to an open spot on the couch. They fell onto the couch. sitting flush against each other, making it look like an accident.

After watching the movie for a few minutes, Steve leaned in close, whispering in Eddie’s ear, “This is nice.”

Eddie looked over at him, eyes dark and knowing, and whispered back, “Yeah, really nice.”

Grinning, Steve leaned harder against Eddie’s shoulder, turning forward to watch the movie. He looked around the room, realizing this was one of the happiest moments of his life; surrounded by children he loved and sitting flush against someone he could have a future of happiness with. Oh, he couldn’t wait.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Rumor

I have a friend who loves William and Catherine but she isn’t a big fan of the monarchy because in her words it’s built on the backs of BIPOC

However she isn’t a fan of Meghan and Harry but wrongly believes Meghan faced racism from the monarchy

I’m debating whether I should recommend she check out your page or not but I don’t want her to think that myself, yourself or others are conspiracy theorists or far right etc.

What should I do

You know your friend the best so I can’t really advise you there. You could start with the lies post and then let her reaction tell you what to do next.

A couple of points to your friend’s perspective:

Meghan did face racism in the UK and within the monarchy/institution. Racism is a spectrum that goes from unconscious bias and microaggressions to harassment and discrimination to terrorism. It’s pretty likely that Meghan’s experience with racism was on the side of unconscious bias and harassment, versus discrimination or terrorism, but it’s still racism all the same. As for it coming from within the monarchy, the evidence is flimsy but it’s still evidence - there was a conversation about skin color that offended Meghan when she heard about it, Princess Michael’s blackamoor brooch which Meghan was also offended by, and Lady Susan’s question about “where are you really from.” Just acknowledge it. Personally I think to deny that a person of color didn’t experience racism is a bit racist in and of itself, simply because we don’t know everything that really happened. But that’s just me and I’ll get off my soapbox here.

The second thing is the comment about the monarchy being build on the backs of BIPOC. I mean…it’s true. Much of the western world, not just the British monarchy, was settled and built on the backs (and bodies) of BIPOC. I think you can acknowledge that the monarchy (and most of the west) has a very problematic history and be able to separate that from the people currently representing it, working in it, and modernizing it.

So I think if we want to like the people currently in the monarchy, it’s important to acknowledge the problematic past of the monarchy, because ultimately that shapes who they are as people and what their charity/philanthropy focus is, right? Because if you really boil down the BRF’s signature charity works, it’s all about addressing inequity and exclusion - aka long-term systemic issues their ancestors and their institutions created: William’s work with wildlife conservation and his refusal to work with ivory or his work in homelessness, Charles’s work with The Prince’s Trust to invest in disadvantaged people and communities, Anne’s work with Save the Children, Philip’s legacy/Edward’s work with the Duke of Edinburgh awards, and Sophie’s work in the Commonwealth. I mean, if Charles and William themselves can acknowledge this complicated history in the monarchy, then so can we.

(Don’t get me wrong here: I think there’s so much more that the BRF can be doing, and should be doing, to take accountability for that problematic institutional history, but it’s baby steps. I hope William does more when he’s king - the Lady Susan statement gives me hope, but we’ll see.)

(I guess you could also show your friend this post and say “look, this is her perspective, if this resonates with you then maybe you should read some of this blog” and let your friend decide.)

Ok, off the soapbox now.

[miss-floral-thief]

Maybe

Going to try out new hair place

[c0exiist]

Cynthia had her fair share of injuries and broken hearts in her life. However, this had to take the cake for the most painful one ever, with breaking Nazli’s heart which was a close second. It was because she should have learned from her previous mistake with her first love that here she was letting history repeat itself. “I know, but if you could at least see it from my side of things—I thought you would understand…especially with how you value your work and its objectives. You have a duty to fulfil and the same goes for me.” Scoffing slightly, she shook her head in disappointment. As much as she was getting the blame for being dishonest, it wasn’t like she realized he was holding back too. “You only told me a portion of your life, but don’t think I’ve noticed that you’ve held back countless times too and I was willing to be patient and understanding of it. So don’t pin all of that dishonesty on me when you were protecting yourself just as much.” 

She felt pathetic in that moment to admit her true feelings for him. She should have known better than to let her heart roam free just for anybody and from here on out, she completely lost hope in whatever future she thought she could have with him. “Obviously it’s not okay to lie! I really am sorry for not telling you the whole truth.” Cynthia calmly said. However, her gaze hardened as she clarified, “—But I did what I had to do to survive and regardless, it was always my intention for you to know! Unfortunately, I had absolute shit timing and as much as I want to blame that dumbass for taking it into his own accord, that’s no excuse and I acknowledged that!” She paused as a sudden thought crossed her mind, “If I told you that I was the founder from the very beginning, when we first met—would you have fallen in love with me or wanted to kill me?” Because in her heart, Cynthia already knew that it was most likely going to be the latter. The reputation her organization made in Devil’s Junction made them high profile targets, therefore she couldn’t even blame him if he put his work first over her.  

The more Ezra spoke, the more real it got to knowing that she was going to lose him completely. A grimace settled onto her lips as she decided to accept it for what it is. She knew this would have been a potential outcome and consequence, there was no use in trying if he already made up his mind. “Despite that, it doesn’t change anything about how I feel about you or what we had. It was never even my intention to manipulate you! You were with the real me and still are, every moment of vulnerability, every memory I shared, and showed you parts of myself that no one knew. I was genuinely my authentic self and the happiest with you.” 

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she heavily sighed, this was it. “I’m still me.” she deadpanned while meeting his gaze. It was easy for Cynthia to go numb in moments like this and perhaps, this was the push she needed to never make such a mistake again. With a life like her’s, she should have stuck to serving the Zhangs and living her lavish lifestyle in solitude. “—And I understand if you can’t accept it.” Perhaps death was getting closer to her than she thought. She laid all her cards on the table and surely, he can use that as leverage with whoever he was working with. “We're done." she immediately said. She was giving him what he wanted and as she got up, she took out a couple of bills to pay for the meal and his time. "...At this point Ezra, I don't care what you to do me or with the information I gave you. Kill me or give me up to whoever you work for, so be it. All I ask is that you face me when you do it. I prefer being stabbed in the front rather than in the back."

Those three words—"I love you"—hung in the air between them. Ezra felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. His mind tried to process everything at once, her confession of love colliding violently with the revelation of who she really was. The woman sitting across from him, the woman he'd fallen for, had been lying the entire time. "Not everything. Just the fact that you founded an organization I've been fighting against?" His voice came out hoarse, barely controlled. "You can't separate those things, Cynthia." Every memory between them suddenly felt tainted. Those quiet moments, her smile in the morning light, the way she'd curl against him at night. All of it felt like a lie now. "What part exactly? The part where I trusted you with details about my work, my life, things I never tell anyone?" She was claiming it wasn't a joke, that she wouldn't admit this to just any man. That only made it worse.

The implication that he was special, that he'd somehow earned her honesty—it stung more than if it had all been calculated from the start. "You're in love with me." The words tasted bitter. He'd imagined hearing her say those words so many times, but never like this, never as part of a desperate attempt to salvage a relationship built on deception. "And that's supposed to make this okay? You couldn't hurt me… What do you think you're doing right now?" His chest felt tight. He'd fallen so hard for her, had been ready to tell her how he felt. He'd even been planning to take her away for a weekend, somewhere quiet where they could just be together without the constant shadow of this goddamned city looming over them. Now that future was crumbling before his eyes.

"I don't care about Mercer or his motivations. I care about the fact that the woman I've been with, the woman I've..." He couldn't finish the sentence. Saying it would make him too vulnerable. The pain in her voice when she said she didn't know how to make him believe her almost broke through his anger. Part of him wanted to reach across the table, to comfort her, and find some way back to what they had. But what had they really had? How much of it was genuine? "You're talking about an 'after' like this is just some bump in the road we can get past. This isn't a misunderstanding or a small secret, Cynthia. This is fundamental. You're asking me to believe that everything about us was real except for the one thing that defines who you are in this city." His fingers gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He'd let her see parts of himself he kept hidden from everyone else. He'd shown her his scars, literal and metaphorical. All while she kept the biggest part of herself in shadow.

"You know what hurts the worst? I believed in what we had. I thought I'd finally found someone who understood me, who I could let in without fear. Do you know how rare that is for me? To actually trust someone? And all along, you were living this double life." The most painful part was that he still felt something for her, even now. That pull, that love—it hadn't just disappeared with her revelation. And that made him furious at himself, that even with this betrayal laid bare, his heart still reached for her. "You say you love me, but love doesn't work like this. Love doesn't manipulate. It doesn't keep secrets that cut to the core of who you are." He'd never said those words to her—that he loved her. He'd shown it in other ways: in the birthday surprises, in the way he'd let her into his space, in how he'd slowly begun to plan a future that included her.

Now those unspoken feelings festered inside him, turning to poison. "I'm supposed to just trust you now? After learning that our entire relationship was built around this massive lie? How am I supposed to believe anything you say when you've been deceiving me about something so fundamental from the very beginning?" He'd spent years building walls around himself after Chicago, making sure no one could get close enough to hurt him. She had somehow scaled those walls, made him believe it was safe to let someone in again. The betrayal of that trust cut deeper than any physical wound ever could. "I can't do this." His voice cracked. "I can't sit here and listen to you tell me you love me when I don't even know who you really are anymore."

[spaghetticat3899]

FYI, on a serious note/update, I might be more/less active over the next… however long. Penny, my cat, might not be around by the end of tomorrow, and it’s gonna make me extremely upset.

I’ve had her and Boogs since they were kittens, I’ve had 16 years of them within my sapient life, and I cannot imagine her absence. She’s been unwell the last month or two, and I was hoping she was gonna come back from it, but she’s the worst I’ve ever seen her today; she can’t even eat. My mother even hinting that we might have to let her go opened the floodgates, and I haven’t been this emotional and stressed in a long while, not like this anyway.

I love you, Penny, and I hope you know that, even if I can’t tell you. I love your meow, your sweetness, your cuddles, your pretty eyes and fur, and I love you for all the memories we had together. To some you might just be a cat, but you were my best friend, my family, and I can’t imagine my world without you there. Thank you.

[area51-escapee]

I really, really hate the fact that people are using minorities within the U.S. to try and guilt people into voting for Biden. I hate that when you criticize him or just state you won’t vote for him people always want to come back with “oh so you hate minorities? You hate transgender people? You think kids belong in cages?????”. Don’t you fucking dare use the suffering of actual people to try and garner support for that man, you don’t get to just ignore that immigrants are still being detained at the border, that he decided to continue with the fucking wall, that immigrants, even U.S. born Latinos are still being treated as fucking criminals. You don’t get to ignore that he’s done nothing to protect the transgender community from absolutely vile transphobic laws, you don’t get to ignore the suffering of these communities until it’s suddenly convenient for you. Police brutality has only gotten worse, nobody can afford to fucking live, Covid is still killing and disabling people every fucking day, you can’t just ignore these things because Biden is president. Nobody thinks Trump is going to be “better”, but we recognize that Biden is fucking wretched both domestically and internationally, we recognize that things are already so fucking bad it’s going to be real hard to make anything worse, sometimes it feels like the only thing that’ll end up changing if Trump wins the election is that you fuckers will suddenly speak up about all these issues again just because you can blame it solely on Trump now.

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[cielphantomvibes]

yeah so my life is over

[cloudwisp]

✮ sylus x wife!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.

part two here. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

[davinawritings]

A Knotty Discovery

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie

Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.

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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.

Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.

You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.

It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.

You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.

The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.

“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.

“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.

You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.

“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.

You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.

You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.

You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.

Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.

You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.

You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.

“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.

You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.

“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.

He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.

You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.

He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.

He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.

He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.

Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.

He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.

He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.

You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.

“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.

“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.

You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.

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