#the background. we don’t talk about the suffering that happened there

[ashipikaur]

“You’ll never be able to stop us, no matter where we go!” △

annual sky pirates post. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE

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😔 ITS BLOCKED BY JONNYS HANDS but I just want the people to know. skypaul hands are so close. even when you think it doesn’t exist they exist and I just wanted to share that <3 sankyu minna

[miss0atae]

The dark side of nostalgia and how it affects San and his relationships from Century of Love (ep 2):

Hum… so many things happened in this episode. I could also say it’s my random thoughts about the second episode 2. Let’s unpack what I felt about it.

I think we need to talk about San. It was kinda heartbreaking to see how much pain and suffering he is experiencing every day for the sake of finding his lost love. He is staying young and healthy, but the cost of this semi-immortality seems to be too pricey. His love for Vad / Wat is very strong, but I don’t think he is seeing how many changes the pain has caused on him. San isn’t the same as he was when he first met her. Even if Vad / Wat isn’t Vee, I don’t think she would be able to recognize her lover. You can’t live 100 years of atrocious pain and remains the same. It’s not possible. I’m not even sure San sees how much different he is from who he was when he first met her. He is so focus on his goal that he tends to push everything else into the background. In his quest of finding Vad / Wat, San lost himself. It doesn’t help that all the signs seem to push him into Vee, when he doesn’t want it. He tried very hard during this episode to find reasons not to be attracted to Vee, even if his unconscious was sending him wet dreams. I don’t think the fact that Vee is a man is so much of a problem to him. San is just troubled by how different Vee is from his memory of Vad / Wat. Even if he is graced with semi-immortality, it's not working on his nostalgia.It just helps him to remain young and healthy.

When people get nostalgic, they are living in the past. San is truly someone who is still stuck in the past where he was loved and he loved his “true love”. In those moments, the past seems rosy, and often as more positive than the present. It's the case for San, as he remembers fondly of the time he was with Vad / Wat. It is even worse because he never really had the chance to live with her. They were separated before. What emotion is San after when he is thinking about the past? Is it a way of finding the positive feelings you get when you're in love? Is he trying to recreate their time together? San has one foot in the past and one in the present, but he is not really rooted in the present. Despite looking for the reincarnation of his love, he can't really feel himself in the present. Is it even possible for him to be rooted in the present and also feel the positive emotions of reminiscing while living in pain every day . No mind is strong enough to be able to endure this. I wonder if it's also a way for him to avoid complex emotions. I may read a bit too much on his behaviors. Sometimes I was feeling really sad for him and some other time I was really annoyed by him. I felt he was too bitter and too angry to really understand that his actions may not be right all the time. Especially when it's about Vee.

Let's admit how shocking it can be for some people to discover your love is so different. However, the way San was really trying to find fault in every actions of Vee was unkind. He never really tried to understand him for who he is. He always misunderstood him or imagined things worse than what they really are. He made this pure image of Vad / Wat in his mind colored by his love while Vee represents the complete opposite of it. Vee didn't really understand the story he painted to him about waiting for his love. That's because Vee isn't trapped in a past (he doesn't know or doesn't remember). He is living in the present! His own story can explain why he is trying to live the fullest. His grandmother is sick and being in the presence of losing someone, can push you to appreciate life even more. You must enjoy every moment because you never know when you won't have the chance to do it anymore with the person you love. San considers Vee as a thief because of his past and that's make him see him as a deceitful person. He knows some facts about Vee, but he never really tried to discover why Vee had this record. He automatically assumes it's because he needs money and that's it. It fits the image he has about Vee. It works with the narrative he wants to adopt about him because it would prove further more than he can't be the reincarnation of Vad / Wat.

He doesn't hesitate to call out Vee because he believes he is after the five shades stone. He is a thief, so of course, he would try to steal the most precious item he owns. I don't think San really took the time to think before stating this. He forgot than Vee isn't living in his past and doesn't really care about this. Vee is just interested in San and finds him interesting, maybe attractive. He may have been a thief in the past, but he is not a creature of the past. Vee is rooted in the present. There is also the fact that Vee has no idea about what is the five shades stone or its power. He just wanted to care for San because he saw him being hurt before while trying to escape attacks from unknown people. Vee isn't a bad person. He may have a “dark” past, but he is trying to live rightfully. San is so caught up in what he imagines is right and it prevents him from looking at the bigger picture. Even if Vee ends up not being the reincarnation of Vad / Wat, I don't think San would be able to find her. He isn't really thinking rationally and he is mostly living in the rosy-colored vision of his past induces by the nostalgia. Of course, the present is not nice to San: he is lonely (even if surrounded by the family) and he is suffering each day. Why would he choose the present when the past seems so much better?

I believe Vee could be the answer if he can help San to see that the present can offer so much more. It won't be an easy task especially now that we know the mysterious attacks are ordered by an old and sick Third who never forgot about San (Is it Trai's descendant and how Trai knew about the stone? So much questions that need answers).

[skellseerwriting]

You’re Perfect

Boyfriend!Morgie x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3,465

Content and Warnings: Hurt/Comfort + fluff, Platonic heartbreak, getting ghosted irl by a friend, crying, self deprecating thoughts, slight panic/anxiety attack at the beginning, taking a bubble bath (by yourself), Morgie washes your hair (while you’re in the bath), implied literal sleeping together at the end, nothing suggestive, kissing, cuddling, very cozy, Morgie comforts you and soothes you the whole time, he’s nothing but loving, we all need a boyfriend like Morgie, reader is slightly ND coded

Summary: After dealing with the stress all day of one of your friends ending your friendship, you go to your boyfriend Morgie for comfort.

You knocked on Morgie’s door.

Doing your best not to pace the hallway, your hands clenched into fists. Nails indenting in your palms, you took shallow breaths. Your brain was in panic mode.

Every one of your senses was on alert. The air smelt stale while the AC unit hummed in the background. The skin of your cheeks felt taut at the tears that had recently dried there. You pulled at the neckline of your top that constricted your throat and its airflow.

Where was Morgie?

Your panicking continued to grow along with the pace of your breathing.

Just before you felt as if some part of you might burst like a submarine in deep waters, the door clicked open. You nearly pushed past it to rush into your boyfriend’s arms, but you froze.

You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t know what to do. You were at an utter loss.

Morgie’s sweet face appeared in front of you, and your heart all but soared

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He asked softly; taking in your face and the lines of worry that were no doubt etched into it. Digging your teeth unforgivingly into your lip, you -almost unnoticeably- shook your head back and forth.

Opening the door completely, he looked so loving as he spread his arms wide like a bird.

That was all it took for you to run into his embrace, and the dam broke just like that.

Wrapping his arms around you, Morgie just listened as you spilled everything to him; the waterworks in full force.

You told him the heartbreak you were currently suffering at the hand of; how someone you were close with no longer wanted to be friends with you. She began avoiding you all day and refused to talk to you at all, and it took asking a mutual buddy to discover it was apparently about something you had said.

That made your heart splinter and fracture even more.

You didn’t know what you said. You didn’t know what you did wrong.

“What did I say, Morgie? What did I say?” You sobbed; face pressing into him. All the hurtful thoughts that had been building up throughout the day were finally spilling out of you. But the emotional tank had become so full and pressurized that everything was shooting out in painful streaks.

Your loving boyfriend began dragging his fingers up and down your back, and you couldn’t help but melt a little further into his touch at the soothing scratches.

“I don’t know.” He said carefully before pressing a kiss to your scalp. “But whatever it was, it’s not your fault she chose to stop talking to you. She should have tried to work it out with you; or at least told you what the issue was. I’m sorry baby.”

You tried to let his words coat you like a burn salve, but you were still stinging underneath it all. The whole ordeal had left you in such a state that no one could so easily fix it with a few sweet words.

But, they helped a little bit.

Having your boyfriend with you made it feel less bad. Still bad; but not as much as it had been previously.

“Can I-“ You hiccuped. “Can I stay the night with you?”

Morgie moved one of his hands up to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. They felt nice and warm, leaving goosebumps on the sensitive skin.

“Of course.” He soothed, leading you inside; hands never taking themselves off of you. Before making it to the mattress that you longed to cuddle up with him on, he paused your movement.

The hand on your neck moved up into your hair. It was a mess.

“It’s all so tangled.” Morgie mumbled, fingering the greasy knots and trying to find a semblance of tidiness amongst the twisted strands.

You looked down; embarrassed.

You had already needed a shower that day, and the anxiety that had been racing through you attempted to get a handle on itself by getting hands on with your own oily hair.

Sniffling, you bunched your fingers up in his shirt.

“M’sorry…” you murmured, hoping he didn’t find you disgusting with that in combination of your leaking face. Surely he wouldn’t want to cuddle with you now.

“Don’t apologize.” Morgie eased, then gave you a smile that you couldn’t help but wonder if it was fake. “I’ll help you.”

Instead of bringing you to the bed, he brought you to his dorm bathroom. Turning on the low lighting setting, he opened a cupboard and began pulling out bottles and things while you just stood in the center; awkwardly clutching yourself.

Fear spiked through you at the uncertainty of what was happening. How was he going to fix your hair? Would it hurt? He wasn’t going to cut it, was he?

You trusted Morgie with many things; but scissors near your hair was not one of them.

Morgie had moved from the cupboard to the tub that took up most of the bathroom space. It was open on all sides; enough so that a person could walk around it without touching the wall. You watched in anxious curiosity as he began to pour… something into the bathtub, before turning the faucet with a squeak.

“Wha-“ you cut yourself off. You were too afraid to ask him. Was he preparing a bath for you? Upon briefly hearing your voice, Morgie turned back to look at you.

“Almost ready.” He said. “Just gotta fill it up and make sure there’s enough bubbles.”

You wanted to smack yourself in the face. You knew your boyfriend loved bubble baths.

And he was preparing one for you.

The realization comforted the smallest piece in your heart, though you were still stricken with grief.

After he was done getting it all ready, Morgie left the room so you could change, dip your toes into the hot water, and settle underneath the bubbles; making sure that all that was poking out was your head and neck. The water felt so nice and comforting as it enveloped you like a warm hug.

Once you were ready, you nervously called Morgie back.

“So what are you doing now?” You asked; bubbles up to your chin. From behind his back, your boyfriend revealed a hairbrush.

You felt a little flustered.

“You don’t have to brush my hair, Morgie…” you sunk half of your face into the bubbles.

“No, don’t worry about it.” He reassured in his cheery tone. “I want to.”

Still uncertain, you watched as he grabbed a stool and went to take a seat behind you. With him out of sight, you began to notice the pleasant scent originating from the bath water. It smelt so lovely and refreshing. Maybe you should ask him later.

Feeling something touch your head, you jolted, and the water jostled around you.

“Sorry.” Morgie whispered, not meaning to startle you at all. You sunk even farther into the bubbles out of embarrassment. “Sit up straight out of the bubbles, Love.” He encouraged. “Let me take care of you.”

You did as he asked slowly, though it wasn’t without its struggles, and you still found yourself leaning away from him slightly. Once the water settled from lack of movement again, you whispered to him.

“Please be gentle with me.”

His hand found its way back to your neck; thumbing your spine.

You shivered at the touch.

“I promise, Baby.”

After he whispered those sweet words to you, he got to work. Using the brush, he started at the base of your hair, where the tangles were furthest down.

You could hear the bristles moving as they snagged on the tiny knots of hair, and you flinched at the flecks of pain, leaning away even farther.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered with a guilt-ridden voice, pausing to rub your skin again -this time in apology- with the left hand that was settled between your shoulder and neck.

The soothing touch instantly took hold of you, and you could all but resist as you finally leaned back into his warm hand; eyes closed contently.

“I’ll do my best, okay?” He promised, going back to brush your hair again.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tensed your shoulders, preparing to feel the harsh sting.

It didn’t come.

All you felt was a gentle caress into the dirty strands. The tiny bristles glided through it like a hot knife through butter as Morgie slowly made his way up, up, up your scalp; completely unloosing the tangles.

You were genuinely shocked.

Pleasantly surprised too.

It seemed as if he went from novice to master in just a moment. Him dragging the brush through was like magic as you steadily tilted your head farther and farther back.

The back of your head reached the bathtub rim.

You opened up your eyes and they met Morgie’s above you.

“Hi.” He giggled.

You blushed.

Before you had the chance to try and respond, Morgie stopped working on your hair.

Before you could question him, a sharp sound started to your left; a hand-held shower head.

Urging you to sit up again, he brought the device up to your hair to get it wet. The water felt really warm as it encompassed your scalp entirely. He was an expert; trailing it all along until no spot was left dry.

Now, done getting it soaked (and turning the shower piece off), your boyfriend motioned you to lean back again. You heard a container click open and close, and the next thing you know he had both of his hands in your hair.

Morgie scrubbed his fingers into your scalp, creating scrunching sounds with the movement. You could feel soap begin to turn into suds as his hands moved up to your hairline. The skin there felt so at ease under his touch. You couldn’t help but loll your head backwards to try and get more pressure. He was more than kind enough to respond.

Digging his fingers in between follicles, Morgie essentially started massaging the area. It made you close your eyes so that your senses could focus on the affection entirely.

It felt nice. A lot nicer than you would care to admit. That small physical comfort was enough to ease the pain in your heart.

You had gotten this treatment before when you went to the barber for a cut, but somehow Morgie did it ten times better. Every push was filled with love and every rotation insisted how much he cared for you.

It was mind numbing, and you could hardly keep your eyes open.

Morgie grabbed the movable shower head again, and you almost mourned the loss of contact, only to be reassured when one hand was placed back in your hair; helping wash the shampoo out of your locks.

He was so gentle, it made you nearly fall in love with him all over again.

Carding his fingers between the untangled strands under the warm rush of the water, he began to mumble tiny reassurances.

You weren’t entirely sure if he even realized he was saying things, and that made you want to sink into the bubbles again at some of them. The ones you picked up on the best were: “Your hair is so pretty”, “I love taking care of you like this” and perhaps the one that nearly melted you: “You’re doing so good for me.”

Before you knew it, he was already at it again, scrubbing the conditioner into your scalp like a professional masseuse.

It took all your willpower to not turn around and beg for him to never stop. Luckily for you, your dignity wasn’t that low. In truth, Morgie always managed to find a way to increase it. He always knew how to make you feel better about yourself even when you couldn’t see the silver lining.

Overcome with the urge to say “I love you.” You pressed your lips closed and continued to enjoy the service your boyfriend was gracing you with.

You’ve told him before.

You can tell him later.

“How does that feel?” He asked you, interrupting your thoughts.

Not trusting your own voice, you hummed in response. Which was fairly easy, seeing how all you wanted to do under his touch right then was hum at how nice it felt.

Satisfied by your answer, he finished rinsing off the conditioner and getting as much water out of your hair as he could with his hands. He proceeded to drop a small towel on your head. Then, his presence behind you disappeared before he promptly returned.

“Here are some clothes for you to change into.” He said before setting them on the counter. “And your towel.” He set a large one on the stool he had just been sitting on; pulling it closer to the side of the bathtub.

You wanted to cry.

What did you do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?

Luckily, he left the room before any tears were shed. Calming down, you proceeded to make do with the things he gave you. Standing up and rinsing the bubbles off you with the shower head, you quickly dried yourself off with the towel and went to grab the clothes.

They felt so smooth and soft; you could hardly believe this was the first time you wore your boyfriend’s clothes. You did a little spin in them, giggling to yourself. Then, you lifted part of the top to your nose, sniffing the fabric.

It smelled like Morgie.

A happy little squeal came out of you.

You were wearing your boyfriend’s clothes and they smelled like Morgie!

Your hands flapped up and down in excitement.

A soft knock at the door made you freeze a little.

“Are you done?” Morgie asked.

“Yes.” You automatically responded.

The door calmly opened and he took a step inside. It seemed in his own time he had opted to change into some pajama pants and a white tank top. Right upon seeing you, a smile split his face. His eyes lit up and they  seemed like they contained the sun.

“Wow…” he breathed; looking you up and down. You felt yourself flush and looked at the fuzzy socks that you had just put on your feet. “You look…” he couldn’t even finish his thought, covering his mouth with his hand bashfully. Then, he took notice of the small towel you had set back on your head. “Oh, here. Let me help you with that.”

And just like that, Morgie was right in front of you, taking care of you again. He grabbed the towel and started sliding it back and forth on your hair; attempting to towel dry it as best as he could. You giggled as the fabric covered your eyes and temporarily blinded you.

“Hold still!” He laughed, moving his efforts to placing his fingers on top and making scrubbing motions vigorously. Your neck was shaking back and forth along with it like a tiny bobblehead toy.

“I’m trying!”

Morgie tried changing angles, but your skull just moved along with that direction. Giving a deep sigh, he slid the towel off your hair and immediately sought your eyes to gaze into. He found them, and you found his.

His own irises shone with stars.

Was it because he was looking at you?

Before anything else could happen, your boyfriend reached an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, going in for a kiss. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in; eager to reciprocate.

You didn’t end up getting that kiss as an arm could be felt snaking under your knees and hauling you off the solid floor.

“Whoa-“

“Don’t worry.” He reassured you. “I’ve got you.”

Feeling his bare shoulders flex under your hands, you realize he most certainly did. His tank top showed off his biceps and the muscles that were absolutely flexing while holding you.

Your brain began to overheat as you found yet another reason to find your boyfriend attractive. Pressing your face against his shoulder, you attempted to hide your blushing countenance as he giggled a fit.

Arms around you tight, Morgie continued to bridal carry you out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom.

Your heart absolutely soared at the simple act. It fluttered around in your chest, desperate to fly into the sky.

“Morgie!” You squealed as he started spinning around the dark room.

“Hang on!” He laughed, and you did what he suggested; clinging on tighter to him. The air coursed through your damp scalp in a slight chill, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

Slowing to a stop, he waited a moment to disperse any lasting dizziness before walking over to his bed. He lifted you over the mattress, and you shut your eyes, waiting for him to drop you.

Morgie didn’t do that.

He slowly lowered you, setting you down on the blanket like you were made of glass. You softly gasped at the gentleness of it.

His arms slowly pulled out from under you, leaving you realizing how much you were used to the warmth of his limbs in just a short amount of time.

Not missing a beat, he carefully pulled the heavy blanket out from where it was tucked under you. With his surprising strength, it was just like a magician with a tablecloth stacked with glasses.

Making grabby hands at him, your boyfriend quickly crawled over you to the center of the mattress. He lounged contently against pillows and settled in with a sigh; not accepting the request you were miming.

For a moment, with his eyes closed and with how peaceful he looked, you feared he may have instantaneously fallen asleep and forgotten all about you.

So, you couldn’t help but yelp as he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto him.

After a clumsy collision of your body against his, you used your arms to prop yourself up properly. He felt incredibly warm everywhere you touched, so you didn’t waste another second to snuggle against him.

Before Morgie wrapped his arms around your waist, he leaned forward (shifting you as well in the process) to pull the blanket over your back as he leaned back again.

The weighted blanket was heavy. It pulled down on your shoulders; but not enough to drag you down. As you slumped forward into Morgie, the blanket aided in keeping you against him and covering you in mind fuzzy warmth that seeped deep into your muscles and bones; rendering you limp and helpless.

Morgie pressed a sweet kiss to your damp scalp before nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I hope I made you feel good tonight.” He whispered soothingly; breath tickling your skin in a way that made your eyes flutter.

“You did.” You told him. Then, taking his face in your hands, you gave him a tender kiss.

You gave him a few more; slow and barely disconnecting before going in for another. He gently wrapped a hand around your wrist as he kissed you back with as much love as he could convey.

Moving your hand, he pressed a kiss to your palm before placing another on your wrist. His fingers traveled upwards to interlock with yours as his lips did the same thing with your own; slow and steady and full of unwavering love.

Your head felt a little dizzy at how much he was caring for you.

Not just right now, but ever since you made your way to his dorm, from the very first second he saw your worried state.

Morgie was there from beginning to end; always there for you.

Trying not to cry happy tears, you settled your face onto his shoulder. Hugging his whole body, you deeply inhaled his scent with a satisfied hmmm. He started to rub his hands over your back; sliding slowly under the heavy blanket. Then, he turned to scratching you with his dull nails as he dragged them up and down in a soothing motion.

Sighing, you buried your nose even deeper in that spot right next to his neck as you soaked it all in.

“I love you so much.” He told you.

You hummed in response.

You were intoxicated by it. By him.

He was perfect.

“What was that, Love?” He asked; bringing his hands up to scratch your scalp and continue the previous massage that made you a flustered mess.

Melting into him, you whispered it loud enough for just the two of you to hear.

“You’re perfect.”

Morgie giggled sweetly, and your heart skipped a beat.

“No…” he replied quietly; turning his soft lips to your ear with a pure smile. “You’re perfect.”

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[lifblogs]

We Do This Together

Week 3

Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 2599

Summary: Tantiss is embroiled in battle. Crosshair has been singled out by CX-2. During the fight, CX-2’s helmet comes free, and Crosshair is met with an all-too familiar face.

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

READ ON AO3

Crosshair’s breath caught when the operative’s helmet came off in his grip. Everything seemed to still as they froze in their stances, even the world’s very rotation at the whims of what happened on this pitted and half-destroyed platform.

No. No, no.

This was impossible. How?

Crosshair’s panting from the fight renewed, his heart pumping hard, adrenaline still shooting like cold-hot needles through his system. And his stomach clenched, feeling like it might fall right out of him. The ruined durasteel platform seemed to drop out from beneath him from where he crouched; the muggy, smoky, night air was some other man’s air; the flames and explosions nothing but a background that was fading away like a nearly-forgotten dream. Or perhaps the dream was before him.

Crosshair tried to speak.

His breath caught.

When he did speak he realized it was with a guttural sob, the name wrenched out from his twisted insides, injected with countless days and moments of grief, with head-spinning confusion, and the deepest horror born right in the bowels of this cursed mountain: “Tech.”

The operative—Tech—had had his face set in a grimace, a hatred of some sort. At this name—his name—his features softened. No longer was he looking at Crosshair like he was planning best how to defeat him. His eyes were wide, vulnerable.

Then he frowned, brows scrunching together.

“Why… Why would you say that? What does it mean?”

Shaking, wanting to look for his family amidst the screams and blood and fire coming back to him, but knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off of the man in front of him, Crosshair stayed, he held his ground. Perhaps he couldn’t even move as it was, or look elsewhere. What if he blinked and Tech was gone? His eyes burned without the safety of his helmet on.

“That’s…” He licked his dry lips, but to no avail. “That’s your name,” Crosshair got out.

Horror still clenched his gut. Horror from those months they’d thought him dead, from… from everything. They’d failed him.

They’d failed him.

Crosshair couldn’t fail him now.

Tech was missing his left eye, a cybernetic one in place of his real one, scars ripping furrows across the left side of his face.

Crosshair looked him over, knowing these were surely not the only injuries he’d sustained from his fall.

Staring across from him was suffering in its deepest form, twin to his own, perhaps.

I did this.

“I… I don’t have a name.”

Crosshair somehow managed to shuffle closer. What few pieces were left of his heart broke when Tech moved back, moved away from him. His head was down now, and he was clearly thinking hard.

“Yes, you do. You do. Your name is Tech. I’m… I’m your brother. Crosshair.”

“I—”

Crosshair was on his knees, begging, “Please. Please, just… just listen to me. You’re a clone, a defective clone, made on Kamino, part of Clone Force 99, the Bad Batch. Your number is CT-9902, and your name—your name—is Tech. You chose it because you’re smart—smarter than anyone—you’re good with technology, with everything you put your mind to.”

“No. No, no. I’m CX-2.”

“You love your datapad (we could barely get your head out of it some days), you love languages, you record everything even when it annoys the ever-living shab out of us, you love to talk about the weirdest creatures out there, your favorite color is dark blue because it makes you think of the blue in clear night skies, the blue between the stars, pistols are your favorite type of blaster, you love to pull the craziest stunts while flying, you… you have a family: me, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Omega. And there’s someone waiting for you. Phee? You told her all about my sparkling personality, you—you told her about me even though I was still with the Empire. Somehow I still mattered to you then. And you matter to me… to us.”

Tech was sounding out each of the names Crosshair had spoken, as if trying to see if anything felt familiar, like trying to put stars back in a sky full of holes.

“Please, you have to believe me.”

Tech stilled, and so did Crosshair.

When Tech looked up there was a grim determination, something burning in his right eye, though tears tracked down his cheeks, running in rivulets through his scars.

The hot air was like mud, leaving Crosshair barely able to move. All he could do was watch as Tech moved into the perfect stance to level his blaster at him: kneeling on one leg, torso perfectly straight, sights lined up. Crosshair had faced down the barrels of many blasters, even of tanks, but nothing frightened him more than this one.

“I have to assume this is either some tactic to stall for time, to try and control me, or… you’ve lost your mind.”

Crosshair ducked and rolled. Tech fired.

Crosshair knew he had to end this fight quickly. Tech would kill him.

With a cry he launched himself at Tech. He ended up on top of him, pushing hard against his rifle so he couldn’t use it.

“You’re my brother,” Crosshair insisted.

Tech fired, blast going sideways, and the recoil did its job, knocking Crosshair off balance.

“I am no one!” he cried, whacking Crosshair in the temple with his rifle.

Crosshair grunted. His world spun, nearly going black. Before he could gather himself, Tech was crashing into him, getting him onto his back. The butt of Tech’s rifle smashed against his chest, and he coughed, the air driven out of him.

“I have no one!” he insisted. “No family, no brothers, nothing but what Dr. Hemlock has given me.”

Every few words were punctuated with a blow.

Crosshair grabbed Tech’s arm, and he tried to get a knee under him, but Tech’s grip was too strong.

“Not… true,” Crosshair forced out.

Tech punched him.

He once again fought to stay conscious.

Then Tech grabbed his armor, lifting him up to snarl in his face, “Then what do I have?”

“You have me.”

Tech dropped him, and actually got up. Crosshair tried to lift himself up, but his head was spinning and pounding, his face throbbing and swelling from multiple blows. Blood was hot and wet on his face.

Tech stood, rifle leveled at him. Crosshair wondered if this would be the last thing he ever saw, and he hoped it wouldn’t. Not because he didn’t want to die (of course he didn’t), but because this would mean he had failed. Tech, who had apparently been a captive of the Empire this entire time, would remain so, their brother perhaps lost to them forever.

Crosshair wanted to rest his head back down in defeat, but the least he owed Tech was to stare his own death, his own failure, right in the eye.

“No, I don’t.”

A gunship laser hit a meter from Tech’s left. Maybe it was targeting Tech, maybe Crosshair, maybe it was nothing but an accident. The reason didn’t matter. It had happened.

Crosshair thought maybe he screamed as he watched Tech get thrown off his feet, tumbling through the air in a painful dance of twisted limbs. A human body was not meant to withstand that; even the force of the blast itself was surely too much to withstand. Fire erupted near him, debris rained down in squealing and crashing metal. The blast was deafening, and Crosshair shoved himself up onto his hands and knees. He’d lost sight of Tech and where he’d landed through all the fire.

Struggling to catch his breath, Crosshair tried to stand. The world dropped out beneath him.

He came to on his stomach, not sure what he was looking at, confused as to why he hurt so much. Sound was filtering back into him.

He lifted up his head, exploring his surroundings. Darkness and flames, durasteel, ruin.

Where am I?

It came back to him, and he burst into action, crawling, and scrambling across the platform.

Tech. Have to find Tech.

Crosshair saw his legs sticking out from under debris. He rushed over, and groaned as he moved the ripped up metal off of him, muscles straining.

Blood. Check for any blood, injuries.

A pipe was pinning Tech’s left leg, perhaps crushing it. Crosshair tried in vain to move it. It only budged a few centimeters, if that.

He examined Tech’s torso, his face, feeling him over.

He couldn’t find anything serious, but he knew something could be wrong internally that he couldn’t see.

Tech coughed, blinking his eyes open. Crosshair held his head in one hand, and was surprised to feel something harder than bone at the back of his head. A metal plate? Some kind of implant?

Oh, Tech.

Tech coughed, and Crosshair held him close.

Usually comforting words weren’t his style, but they spilled out of his mouth now like what he imagined a prayer might be, “You’re okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Tech reached up with a shaking hand and touched Crosshair’s face, following the lines of his tattoo.

“Crosshair?”

Crosshair would have broken out into a grin if not for the dire situation. Had he hit his head, knocking some memory loose?

“Yes, yes, it’s me.”

Kriff, he was crying again. He sniffled, and tried to hold in a sob.

Tech laughed, maybe the first and only laugh Tantiss would ever know. Some of its darkness crept away.

“You’ve gotten so talkative,” Tech observed.

“Well, I had to fill in for you, didn’t I? Now, are you okay? What hurts? Tell me—your leg?”

Tech looked down.

“That one isn’t real anyway. Not anymore.”

“I’m… sorry” was all he could say, no words in any language across the galaxy able to encompass the devastation wrought on their family.

“For what? You… didn’t lock me in here, you didn’t make me into this.” His voice was dark with hatred and shame.

“But I heard what happened. You tried to rescue me. You fell.”

“It was… my choice. My choice.”

“I got out,” Crosshair informed him, words practically punched right out of him. “Omega—s-she got me out. She finished your mission.”

Tech had a wide grin on his face that Crosshair could half-attribute to a possible concussion (something they both currently shared), but the rest was surely at Omega’s success.

“How about I get you out this time?”

Tech’s lips pulled together, chest heaving on a sharp inhale. “Crosshair.”

Fire raged around them, Crosshair and Tech starting to cough from all the smoke.

Crosshair tried to shove the large pipe aside, but to make matters worse, the other end was angled against what remained of the wall in such a way that it was stuck.

Tech sat up, mouth going a bit green around the edges, yet he tried to help.

“It is of no use. I require a blaster,” Tech said.

Crosshair paused.

“Don’t you trust me?”

Crosshair met Tech’s eyes, and he said, “Following your previous line of thinking, I have to work under the assumption that you’re pretending to know me so I can help you survive. Without me you’d die. I’m sorry, but I have to consider every odd.”

“I understand.”

Crosshair grabbed Tech’s rifle since he had lost his own, feeling odd holding it, feeling odd that Tech could even now use a rifle with such proficiency.

He shook that from his mind.

“What do I do?” he asked.

Tech directed him where to shoot—not at the pipe, but his leg. Crosshair hesitated, part of his brain not up to speed with the fact that this was a mechno-leg he was going to be firing at, and not a flesh one.

Crosshair took aim.

His right hand trembled.

Oh, please, no.

“Crosshair? Crosshair, what’s wrong?”

“I… I can’t do it.”

“You have perfect aim. You can—”

“No, I don’t!” he cried, ducking his head to hide his face. “That’s the problem, I don’t. Not anymore.” Crosshair was crying in fitful sobs punctuated by coughs. His shoulders slumped. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“Fine, I do not really care whether you possess perfect aim or not. We need to get out of here.” Tech’s voice lost its composure. “Please, I… I have to get out.”

“You’re asking the wrong soldier.”

To Crosshair’s surprise Tech let out a frustrated growl. “For once you need to not be so severe and unyielding with yourself. The calculated odds are that you will hit my leg more times than not. This is the right plan. I believe in you.”

“Since when do you have belief?” Crosshair scoffed.

“Clearly, you have not been paying attention. I… I believe in my family,” he said, the words slow like he was surprised to find them true, surprised his mind was his own. “I believe in you.”

Crosshair faced him, and the surety in Tech’s gaze gave his body strength.

He lifted the rifle.

“Don’t put it right against my leg,” Tech instructed. “The force of the blasts could injure me, and I’d rather not have part of my spine remade again.”

Crosshair’s breath caught at the admittance of the pain his brother had suffered through.

Breathe. Just breathe. That was getting more and more difficult by the moment, the roaring of hot flames loud in his ears, heat hitting him like a solid object.

“Ready?”

“Go.”

Crosshair fired. The blast barely hit Tech’s leg. A scream wanted to leave him, but he held it in, gritting his teeth, chest heaving. He was shuddering.

“Again.”

Crosshair inhaled.

Exhale.

Squeeze the trigger.

The blast hit, burning through a third of Tech’s leg, sparks firing. He groaned, but otherwise made no protest.

With three more shots, Tech’s mechno-leg was completely separated above the knee.

Crosshair let out a hurried breath of triumph, and he released the rifle, leaning forward to wrap an arm around Tech to help him up.

Debris shifted and landed where Tech had been stuck. Sparks flew up, Crosshair throwing up an arm to shield their eyes. His stung, and even with his lids closed orange flickered in his vision.

They both struggled to properly stand, and then struggled even more to remain standing once that first feat had been accomplished.

Together they hobbled out of the fires. As they half-sat half-fell to the platform, leaning against each other to stay up, Crosshair noticed the back of Tech’s head was bleeding. He put a hand to it. The blood seemed to be coming from above the plate.

Tech winced. “I’m fine.”

Then he reached for Crosshair’s bloodied face, the injuries he’d given him.

Crosshair smiled.

“It’s just a scratch.”

Crosshair and Tech laughed together, tears running down their soot-blackened faces. Their foreheads pressed together, and that’s when Crosshair knew for sure that Tech was himself again, that his brother was able to come home.

Crosshair searched around for his helmet, which he could not find, and when he explained he needed his comm, Tech started fidgeting with a band on his armor.

Through Tech’s brilliance they were soon hearing their family’s voices, and they were okay, they were alive. Omega was free. Oh, Omega. They could almost, all of them, finally go home. They could go home.

Tech handed over the band. “Here.”

Crosshair couldn’t stop grinning.

“Hunter,” he said, watching the battle die down, gunships flying through the air across a brilliant dawn Tantiss had surely never seen the likes of before, a dawn they could all see, “you’re never going to believe this.”

[huganon]

hello! im sorry I left again for like a month? I think? My motivation completely went, sorry :’)

uh… the background is heavily based on the sneak peak with the sheeps >:) also no houses cause I can’t draw that..

I’m adding a keep reading because I don’t want you to suffer reading my next possibly LONG ramblings about the newsletter + sneak peak stuff.

RIGHT.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about it’s this!

‘1 Truth, 2 Lies

Want to know what will happen next in AVA? Well, I’ll tell you!

The only trick is that I like lying >:)

Only 1 of the following sentences is actually in the next AVA. It’s up to you guys to find out which one is the truth!

1- We learn about Purple’s origin

2- We see the Mercenaries interact for the first time

3- Victim builds a chicken coop.’

(yes I typed it out because I don’t have a screenshot :D)

Anyway, my ramblings and thoughts about this

Firstly, ‘We learn about Purple’s Origins’ is rather interesting. Because, well. Purple is from AVM not AVA. If this is the truth then:

-Well, we get to see Purple’s origins

-Purple might be in AVA

-MT might be in AVA

ALTHOUGH. We do have some sort of “evidence” that Purple might be in AVA. The short ‘Cherry Blossoms’ where there is a wanted poster of Chosen in the background while Purple is walking.

(do keep aware this could’ve just been another “hint” or something to AVA9(I think it’s AVA9? The Wanted Episode, y’know what I mean)

Secondly, ‘We see the Mercenaries interact for the first time’ This is simple. I do think that if this whole ‘1 truth, 2 lies’ thing is for real, then this would be the MOST likely one to be true. I don’t really have that much thoughts for this one, except if this episode is either entirely or partially about the backstory (either victim’s or Mercs) this would be most likely to be the truth.

(I may add to this if I get an idea,, Also please comment if you have a thought you’d like to share)

Thirdly, ‘Victim builds a chicken coop’ this personally is my favorite and it’s extremely interesting. Because well, WHY would this be an option..? Option 1 (Purp’s origin) and Option 2 (Merc’s 1st interaction) are something reasonable. But Option 3 (Vic builds a chicken coop) is really unexpected and peculiar. This option stands out.

Because I mean, we wouldn’t expect the villain(?) of AVA S3 to build a CHICKEN COOP of all things.

Personally, I would like this option to be true because.. victim building a chicken coop sounds funny and some what adorable(?) in a way. Maybe this is a backstory for Vic. I dunno.

if it’s not a backstory for Vic then I have no idea if this is even real.

The sheep in the sneak peak is telling me otherwise.. BECAUSE WHY WOULD THERE BE SHEEP IF VIC WASN’T IDK A FARMER-

(In this next part you can tell I was thinking random thoughts.. I was doing this while I was drawing so help :’) .)

Maybe this isn’t quite literally a ‘chicken coop’.

if we break these words up an search for different meanings of the words we come up with

‘Chicken’

‘A game in which the first person to lose their nerve and withdraw from a dangerous situation is the loser.’

Or

2. ‘withdraw from or fail in something through the lack of nerve.’

and

‘Coop’

‘a cage or small enclosure’

Or

2. ‘an organization, business, shop, or farm that is owned and managed by a group of people who also work in it.’

This whole ‘1 Truth, 2 Lies’ could be fake and all of it could just real.

I dunno anymore. What do you think?

Or it could quite literally be an actual chicken coop and I’m going crazy by saying it could mean something else.

Also.. next episode is in December according to the newsletter >:)

Okay bye!! Thanks for reading my probably useless ramblings and thoughts!

[barbiecrocs]

I'm home

Miguel O'hara

tags! hair pulling, praise, use of princess and my love, begging, lowkey highkey phone sex, cumming inside, reader is prolly cheating because they didn't break up, but we won't talk about it, dirty talk

WC. 1649

Barbie's note... This is prolly out of character for Miguel and I actually thought of just subbing Miguel for Gojo bc this is some Gojo ass shit, but I could already see Miguel in the story so I didn't change it lol. Anyway, enjoy!!

He told you, promised you, that he’d contact you every day. If not every day, then every week. If not every week, then every month. If not every month, then he would find a way to give you at least one call a year. 

 The entire three years, there wasn’t one letter, call, text, not even a messenger pigeon knocking at your window. 

 You sat by the phone every day, clutching your pillow, sitting crisscross applesauce, bouncing your knees up and down with joy, waiting for the phone to ring, and the second it would, you’d pick it up, and talk his head off about your day, his day, just everything. Except, the phone call never came. You even took it upon yourself to call him, but he still didn’t pick up. Was he that busy? Did he forget about you? Had he met someone else? Did he change his phone number? Terrifying thoughts circle your head, every one of them scaring you to death. A year of your life wastes away from worrying and grieving his absence until you suffer from burnout. In the third year, you ultimately decide to enter the dating world again to find your other half. Many failed attempts, and this date was one of them.

 You come home exhausted because the date that you’ve been anticipating all week turned out so poorly. He looked nothing like the pictures, he was nothing like his bio, and he was just downright rude to the waiter which was a big ick for you. Now, here he is walking you to your door, thinking that he’s doing his due diligence as a date or hoping to get something extra from you. You make sure to take the stairs up to your fourth-level apartment just to get back at him. When you finally reach your level, it’s another long walk to the end of the hall. You squint your eyes when you see a silhouette in front of your door. As you get closer, the figure looks more and more distinct. “Y/n…” Your posture becomes guarded before your body is propelling itself into the arms of a stranger. Your memory catches up with your body and all of a sudden the scent is familiar, the build is familiar, and tears are running down your cheeks. “Miguel!” You whisper over and over, your voice gradually getting louder, arms tightening around his neck, and the date you were with fading into the background. 

 Beyond your realization, Miguel gives the man a death glare. Looking him up and down, noticing all of his flaws and rough edges. His untamed hair and beard, his wrinkled clothes, and his scuffed shoes. Did you find him on the street? Then he looked down at you. Your big eyes, now closed with tears flooding them, your hair done in an updo and displaying your gorgeous neck, and your beautiful body wrapped in a silverish blue party dress. 

“My love, you look stunning.” His arms squeeze your waist possessively. His eyes darken as he has yet to break eye contact with the opposing male. Your date almost reminds you that he’s still there by clearing his throat, but Miguel grabs your attention, shuffling his hand onto the back of your head and leading you into a kiss. He groans into your mouth, practically feeling the jealousy and anger radiating off your date. Before he knows it, there’s a hand flying to your shoulder with a death grip only for him to catch it. Without any explanation he crushes the man's hand backward, “Don’t you ever lay your dirty fingers on my woman.” He drops the man's hand as he screams in agony. Fishing through your purse, he finds your keys and drags you inside before the neighbors catch wind of what happened.

 There are a ton of questions riding the tip of your tongue that all get shut down by another kiss which you ultimately push away. "Where were you?! You filed my head with hopes then burried them without even touching the shovel! You couldn't even send me one text? Not even and letter by mail? My penpal from 6th grade still writes me from time to time but you couldn't even dedicate one minute out of the day to me. I thought you died, Miguel..." He pushes your back flat against the front door, arms caging you in at your waist and head. "I know, mami... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses jawline, "Please let me make it up to you."

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His kisses become quicker and rougher when they begin trailing down to your neck. Moans probing your lips. His breath is heated and his cologne melts all of your senses so much that you don't notice him hooking you by your legs and slinging you over his shoulder. He speed walks into your once-alone, now shared bedroom, tossing you on the center of the bed. Even after years, you still remember what to do and start to strip with him. Despite the burning anticipation on both sides, you both undress slowly, taking your time when scrunching your dress to your upper thighs as he takes forever just to show you a sliver of his abdomen. His shirt is finally off and tossed somewhere in the room. He joins you on the bed, immediately going for your hips and mashing your panty-clad ass onto his covered erection. You moan in unison from the friction, “Miguel, please!” He licks a stripe up from your collar to your jawbone, “Those are the exact words I wanted to hear tonight.” 

 He flips you on your stomach, “Ass up, pretty girl.” You obey his orders, trying not to get on his bad side and anxious to have him again. You begin to beg, but he pulls your panties to the side and prods your entrance with his hot tip. You moan, rolling your hips onto his and feeling him inside you for a split second before he pulls your hair. “Needy girl, aren’t cha?” He hunches over the length of your body, his mouth meeting your ear. He tries to get a teasing word out, but you continue to grind back onto him. “Fuck! Alright, I’ll give the princess what she wants.” He slides into you slowly before you slam back onto him. “Harder! Faster!” You begin to cry until he finally gives you what you need. 

Just then, your phone pings with a notification. Miguel, disapproving of the interruption, picks up your device and reads the message, “Hey, we need to talk about what happened tonight with that guy. Give me a call as soon as you can.” Miguel almost stops thrusting, but then an idea pops into his head. You were so in your own pleasure that you almost didn’t notice the dial tone on speaker in the background. “Huh, Mi-Miguel…? What’s that?” Your question is cut off by a third voice that makes your eyes go wide.

 “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about so badly?” Miguel teases, only to be met with the annoying voice of your bad date. “Huh? Who is this?” His frantic voice makes you cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to mask your moans. “If you want to know who ‘that guy’ is, you’re talking to him right now.” Miguel chuckles, looking down at you covering your mouth, and puts the phone right in front of your face. You move to press the end call button, but he quickly grabs your hands and puts them behind your back, his other hand nesting itself into your hair. “Where is Y/n?” Miguel smirks adjusting you until you’re comfortable, hands behind your back and all. “Oh, she’s right here. And I think she has something to say too.” He starts his thrusts back up, not caring to go slow or even be gentle, just pounding you into the mattress relentlessly. Pleasureful moans and cries of Miguel's name squeezing out of you. “Oh, princess. It’s been years and you still take me so well. Have you been letting other men stretch this pussy out?” His grip on your hair tightens and you can tell that he’s starting to get possessive again. “No! Never!” His eyebrow cocks up without notice, “Oh, so you’ve been using your fingers?” You nod and turn back to look at him with teary eyes that only make him pound into your G-spot harder. You both failed to realize, but your date had hung up the phone, most likely fuming while typing out the interaction on Reddit.

 Miguel’s eye line travels down to your ass then a bit lower, watching the mesmerizing sight of you swallowing him up. “If you could see what I see. You’re needy little cunt is doing such a good job of taking me. She feels so good too.” His hand unravels in your hair, gliding down to your hips only to grip them with a deadly clutch. He starts jackhammering into you, your head moving up and down the sheets like crazy and ruining your hair. “Miguel, I… I’m gonna agh!” 

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers, leaning down to your ear. You nod, “Together. Cum with me.” You choke out your words when your orgasm hits you like a train, your eyes rolling back with your jaw slacked open. “You feel so good, princess.” He helps you ride out your orgasm before pulling out to shoot on your back. “Mhm nhm. Inside.” With the little strength you have left, you bring your hands to your backside and spread yourself open for him. Miguel looks at you with stars in your eyes from you being your normal, shameless, self. He plants a kiss on one of your cheeks before sliding himself back into your sopping hole. You moan from the sensitivity as he releases inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He leans down to your ear once more, catching a glimpse of your knocked-out and satisfied face. “I’m home, my love.” 

[officeofcommanderfox]

Hello there! 🤩

I am sooo happy for this event, thank you so much for it! 😍

I would like to request something a bit whumpy/angsty with the prompts 36 and 48 🥺

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The Commander and the Civvie, Chpt. 4

Fic Main | Previous Chapter

Pairing: Commander Fox x female reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and attempted murder, hospital situation, injuries, coma

Prompt 36. “You know you can always talk to me.”

Prompt 48. “I don’t want you to die.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You never meant for any of this to happen. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Why? Why did your life have to be the one that was so messed up? Why was it you had to suffer the consequences? And now it wasn't even you, but the Commander. Maybe if you had warned him sooner. Maybe if you had opened up when he asked… 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

As though being in the ICU wasn’t bad enough, the chair provided in the GAR medical facility was not conducive for having visitors. It was probably the most uncomfortable seat you've ever sat in. However no matter what anyone said, you refused to leave the Commander's side. After all, he was there because of you, he took the shot that was meant for you.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t look away from his fragile state. He looked so different from the Marshall Commander you’d come to know. Seeing him lying there, was a lot to handle, your worries, your guilt, your fear he’d never wake up, it all kept piling on top of you.

“It's not your fault.” Thorn offered, doing his best to console you, even if it didn't do much.

“How can you say that? He's in a coma because of me.” 

Thorn shifted in front of you keeping his eyes locked with yours as he kneeled, his hands engulfing yours while they rested on your lap, “Mesh'la, how is Fox defending you from some psycho with a blaster your fault?” 

“He wouldn't have gotten injured, much less been there if he just let me grab a cab by myself. If he just left like he usually did instead of trying to be chivalrous…” 

“Then you'd be lying there instead of Fox, or worse, and you know if you ended up here, Fox would’ve been very upset. Not only would we have lost the most attractive girl in his office, but he would have to do all the paperwork himself.” He smirked, hoping to get you to crack even the tiniest smile, but instead there was a single tear that welled up. He gently cupped your cheek wiping away the drop, 

“Mesh’la, listen this is what we were made for, to defend and protect the citizens of the Republic. That includes you.”

“Doesn't make it any easier.” 

Thorn nodded he knew things weren't as simple as he wished it to be. Maker, he'd love it if it was a simple mugging, and maybe they should've told you more about what was really going on, yet somehow neither Fox nor he were ready or able to tell you. 

“Fox, I don't get it. What could she have done to make herself a target?” 

“That's the question, isn't it? Are you sure the target is Starlight?” 

“Without a doubt, I double checked. One of the CUP officers was even able to get a puck recruiting mercenaries for the hit. Here.” Thorn pulled out the puck from his utility belt and pressed the button. There was no mistake, it was your face floating in the holo display. 

Fox rubbed his forehead, “Alright. Let me talk with her first. Let me see if she has an idea as to why the Black Sun would want her dead.” 

“They said dead or alive.” 

“Is that really important, Thorn?” 

“Sorry.” 

Fox shook his head, “No. It's mine. I… I just can't imagine what she did or who she pissed off. I mean she certainly has a mouth on her, so it's possible she talked back to someone she shouldn't have. Ugh.” Fox rubbed his face. He took one of the new cookies you had brought in and thoughtfully chewed on it. “Okay, leave the puck with me. I'll talk to her. She's my secretary, so I’ll handle it. And in the meantime, do a background check on her. I want a thorough check, leave no stone unturned.” 

Thorn nodded leaving Fox's office. It was still an hour before you were supposed to come in. This is not what he needed to deal with especially after the attempted kidnapping of the Chancellor. 

“Step back!” 

You jerked back to the present and watched in shock as the medics pushed you aside, reacting to Fox's heart which had started to beat erratically. Thorn held you back, his hands holding your arms, as you watched in horror while they shocked him back to a normal sinus rhythm. 

Once Fox was stable and your own heart felt like it started up again, you finally found your voice, “What's happening, Patch?” You asked the Coruscant Guard medic. 

“When the Commander jumped in front of you to protect you, taking the shot, the bolt

missed his heart by a millimetre. Which is about this much." He held up his thumb and forefinger showing a minimal space in between. “Because of how close the shot was, the electrical current jarred his heart out of rhythm. His body is doing its best to reset itself. I know it looks scary but he’ll be okay, that’s why we're here. Ready to jump in and reset his heart. Alright, love? I promise everything will be fine.” 

Thorn gently rubbed your arms, as you nodded. “See, he'll be fine, mesh'la. He'll be fine.”

You turned in Thorn's arms hugging him, needing warmth and comfort.

“Hey, Starlight, can we talk for a second.” 

Even though your working relationship had gotten better over the past month, you weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with the Commander, at least not yet.

“Commander?” You stood at the entrance of his office, watching as he motioned for you to take a seat. “Am I getting fired?” You smirked. 

Fox shook his head, a slight chuckle escaping from his helmet. “No, Starlight. You're not getting fired. I just wanted to check in to see how you're doing and how you're finding the job. See if there's anything you want to discuss?” 

“Oh. Oh well let's see. Everything is going well. My main concern is still the filing system. It's getting better but if I could stay late or even come in on a weekend to organize and arrange it chronologically and order of severity that would help.”

He cleared his throat, “I'm sure we can arrange something. Um… and aside from work, your personal life… is good?” 

That question shocked you, “Since when do you ask about my personal life?” 

“Well, you've been here a few weeks, I think it's about time I learned a little more about you. Anything I should know?” 

Your brows furrowed, “I feel like you're trying to ask me something specific.” 

He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, he lifted his helmet and set it aside looking into your eyes. 

You felt your breath catch in your chest, you knew Fox would be good looking, after all you've seen other Clone troopers but… there was something so much more attractive about Fox. Maybe it was the gray streak in his hair, or maybe it was the way his eyes bore into yours with wisdom and determination. The sharp chiselled jawline that could cut glass didn't pass your notice either. You swallowed as you looked at each other. 

“Starlight, you know you can always talk to me.” 

“I'm sorry Commander, I’m not sure what you want me to say..” 

Fox paused, breaking eye contact and blinking a few times. How was he going to tell her, a civilian who clearly had no idea the danger she was in, that a hit had been taken out on her. “No. Um … you know what, let's talk more later.” 

You tilted your head as you looked at him, you wanted to drag out this conversation longer, just so you could keep looking at his handsome face, “You sure?” 

“Yeah. Let's just get going with the day and catch up at the end.” 

Your hand rested on the armchair, as you simply nodded.

“I should've told you the truth.” You whispered, now that Thorn had left your side to handle things at the office, “I should've told you my life was a mess.” 

You held his hand, the guilt from not opening up to Fox when you had the chance weighed heavily on your heart and mind. And now you wondered if you'd ever get the chance. 

“Please. Please don't die” you whispered, “I don't want you to die.” You wiped a tear, wondering if what you felt for him right now was pure guilt or was it something more. “I'll explain everything if you wake up. So please. Wake up.” 

You stood, removing your hand from his, but instantly missed his warmth. You gently ran your hands over your arms, comforting yourself a little, as you headed towards the window by his bed looking out over Coruscant. Taking in a deep breath, wondering when this weight of guilt would leave you. 

“Starlight…” 

Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly turned to see Fox awake and smirking.

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Roommates…? ╝

Premise: Living together as friends was easier than expected, but being a couple, things change. Will it be for the best or for the worst? Experiencing all sorts of first times with your now boyfriend while sharing the same room can get a bit chaotic.

Word count: 3184

Note: This is a continuation from my previous work, you can read the first part here.

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Tanjiro called you and Genya into the living room after Inosuke came downstairs, seemingly traumatized. He made you sit together on your knees while the rest shared the couch, a very distressed looking Inosuke sitting on a chair to the side, still holding the basket full of cookies.

“I called you all today to take part of the first shared house trial. Seems to me like something has been going on behind our backs and need clarification. As you can see, our witness here,” he motioned towards Inosuke, “suffered some severe trauma this evening. Care to share your experience with us?”

Inosuke cleared his throat, both of his hands laying on his knees trying to recount what happened, “Here I was, taking the cookies Kanao baked over to everyone around the house. I started from the third floor just because it was easier that way, my room is on the first floor as you may know. When I went in their room…I…I saw….they…were pink…with a little white polka dotted bow…and…and…please tell me I have more back muscles than he does, Tanjiro. Do I need to work it more? It didn’t seem fair to me in that angle…”

The look of confusion in everyone’s face was priceless, though, you both knew what he meant by all that.

“Hashibira Inosuke, did you deliberately stare at my panties??? How can you remember so many details? You were in the room for less than a second!” Aoi’s gasp could be heard on the background, making Inosuke grow nervous.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, ok? He had your skirt all the way up! When I got in is all I could see! I told you to lock your door, didn’t I?”

“And did I not tell you to knock? Seriously, Inosuke, you gotta stop barging into rooms like that!” Genya’s fist was trembling with rage, he didn’t even get to see them, he felt them, yes, but he didn’t know they were pink or had a bow even, how was it possible that the damn pig had seen them first, outrageous.

“Wait, wait. I’m not getting what’s going on. What do back muscles have to do with (Y/N)’s panties?” Zenitsu was munching on a sandwich, seemingly confused with the random assortment of details.

“Oh god. Is this what I think it is? Did you go into their room again without knocking and…”

“YES” you and Genya shouted in unison, glaring towards Inosuke.

“I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING LOCK THE DOOR (Y/N)!”

“YELL AT HER AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, YOU HEAR ME PIG?”

Tanjiro got up from his seat, getting in between both of them and motioning for both to go back to their place, your hand gently tugging on Genya’s for him to sit down.

“Ok so, is this a thing now? Are you like together?”

You were mumbling quietly, hiding your face on Genya’s shoulder, you really didn’t want to talk about this in front of the entire crew, you hadn’t even talked about it with Genya yet...“Why does it matter to all of you? Isn’t it common decency to knock before barging into someone’s room? What we do or don’t inside our room is our damn business.” his hand came over to yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. You were more than embarrassed, not only have you not told them anything of what’s been going on but one of your oldest friends saw your panties, among other things…

Tanjiro’s eyes were on your joint hands, a little smile making its way over to his face. He’s always known of Genya’s crush on you. He saw the entire scene unfold when you shared your book with him all those years back, he saw his friend’s ears turn pink, his expression turn soft every time you addressed him or said something funny. He was happy for him, for the both of you really.

“So Genya and (Y/N) are fucking or something? Sorry I don’t get all this, Nezuko-chan sent me a selfie with the cutest cat ever, I lost track of the conversation.”

“I will fucking crush your skull…” Genya was gathering you in his arms as you buried your face on his chest in shame. His protective self shielding you from the prying eyes, his own burning holes into Zenitsu with passion.

“Now, now. Let’s not get ahead of our ourselves. (Y/N), are you two together now? Is that it? C’mon let me see your pretty face.” Tanjiro was now crouching in front of you, giving Genya a soft adoring smile as he waited patiently for your reply.

Going out of your safe space, you looked at him with one eye, the rest of your face still hidden away. “Yeah…I think so…”

“Thank you, that’s all we needed to know. Now, let’s get into an agreement. Inosuke, you won’t go into ANY of the rooms without knocking. They aren’t the only couple around, if you don’t want to get even more traumatized, I advise you start listening to others. As for you two, please lock your door from now on, that’s what we all do when, well you know…” Genya’s face was bright red, giving Tanjiro a little nod.

“Wow, so am I the only one single now? This sucks…Tanjiro let me date Nezuko-chan already, she’s not a child anymore!” the glare he received left you all speechless, everyone made their way over to their respective rooms quietly, loud cries of intense pain could be heard for the rest of the evening.

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Now that all your friends knew you were together, things quieted down.

Everything went back to normal, except for maybe the fact that Genya placed three additional locks on your door and now you have to carry a bunch of keys in your bag. He still can’t get over the fact that Inosuke saw your panties before he did, he has to keep the menace away before something worse happened.

Though, with back to normal I mean Inosuke barging into your make out sessions constantly, a normal thing this days, it did happen often after all.

First he found you making out in the game room; everyone had fallen asleep while playing or were knocked out drunk on the floor after a fierce Friday night of friendly bonding, or so you thought, but Inosuke was still very much awake and saw you perched on your boyfriend’s lap, enjoying everything but the games on the screen. His loud obnoxious complaints woke everybody up.

A similar thing happened a few days later, but in the laundry room, you were sitting on the folding table, your limbs clinging onto Genya almost desperately while you both waited for your garments to be ready. Inosuke heard your quiet whimpers and blew the door open just to have one of his arms almost ripped to pieces by your very much annoyed boyfriend as he barged in once more to kill the mood on purpose.

But it all ended after you caught him and Aoi, half undressed in the living room past 3AM when the munchies hit you both after a movie marathon. The gasp of horror that left Aoi’s lips and Inosuke’s histerical outburst trying to cover his girl were engraved in your mind forever.

You got to experience the awkwardness of it all and kept your hands to yourselves in public places from then on, also Inosuke started being more considerate after seeing his girlfriend crying in shame, he felt bad for exposing you the way he did, so he bought a tiny bore plushie and left it on your pillow as a sign of peace and as a long overdue apology.

Things went back to how they used to be before you were together after that encounter, or so you like to think but sharing your bed with Genya was definitely not something you used to do, now though, that became the new normal for both of you.

“Do you wanna go somewhere together over the weekend?” you’ve been together for a few weeks now, yet you haven’t had your first official date, you were looking forward to it even if it didn’t matter much in your unusual circumstances.

“Sure, where do you wanna go?” he was comfily pressed to your side, half asleep while you browsed on your phone, his hand aimlessly rubbing circles on one of your thighs.

“Hmmm…I always wanted to go on one of those cheesy dates, you know what I mean? Like going to an aquarium and buy matching phone straps, then maybe go eat some crepes and hold hands while we walk in a park. Is that too much for you?” you giggled, kissing his shoulder gently in a playful manner trying to sway his decision.

Groaning, he buried his face on your chest nuzzling your softness, “I hate you…”

“Is that a yes~?”

“Whatever… you owe me at least ten thousand kisses, and I want them by tomorrow if you want me to do all that girly crap…” chuckling in excitement you rolled around in your bed, getting on top of him and showered his face with soft kisses, “Gotta start now then~”

This would be fun.

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Your typical cheesy over the top date was fantastic.

You walked around the exhibits in the aquarium hand in hand, making comments on the pretty fish and forcing your boyfriend to make silly faces for your selfies. Both wore matching head wear obtained at the gift shop at the front to make it all even worse for poor Genya.

You wanted something cute like a dolphin or jellyfish headband, but he refused to wear anything that wasn’t the cool white shark hat that the mannequin had in display. Not like you cared really, you were just happy to wear matching items with someone like him, it felt like an accomplishment, like if you were in some sort of sweet dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Genya enjoyed it more than he thought he would, aquariums are unexpectedly quiet and fun to be in. He made you touch a sea cucumber and laughed at your disgusted face for about twenty minutes, he just couldn’t stop. So you grabbed his hand and pressed it gently to a starfish, making sure to capture his mortified expression in video. He realized he’d be fine wherever you’d want to take him, being with you was fun, even if he had to wear crazy hats, he really likes to see you smiling.

You got to buy the matching phone straps you wanted, they had a tiny dangly shark hanging from them of course, and he ended up getting a dolphin plush for you out of a claw machine.

This was the first time Genya had been to an aquarium, to a date in general, but he hoped it wasn’t the last.

After your under the sea adventure, you stopped by the crepe stand in the big park outside of the building, it had a long line but he knew you really wanted some for your utopian date plan, so he queued next to you for an hour even if he grumbled the entire time, nothing a couple of sneaky kisses couldn’t fix.

You got back to your room by sunset, exhausted but happy. Having a boyfriend that is willing to indulge you even when he wasn’t one to do such things made you feel loved, and that was new.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” you were poking his side while he took off his socks, too lazy to take a bath, you ended up walking a lot, who would have thought dates were this tiring.

“That shark was freaking cool. Do you think they’d let us buy one as pet?” you chuckled, laying flat on your bed, the wild image of your boyfriend feeding Zenitsu to the shark crossed your mind.

“I doubt it, baby.” he nodded slightly disappointed, reaching over to nestle himself on your side. “Too bad. Maybe one day we could get one, those tiny ones might fit in a house tank.” he was dozing off quickly as you threaded your fingers through his hair, dreaming of a future were you two would still be together.

“That would be nice.”

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Dating your roommate had more perks than anything.

You both always knew what the other forgot before it was too late, always supported the other in bad days. Always ready for cuddles and kisses or a very deep conversation and pep talks.

But it also came with a bad side.

Being comfortable is a good thing, but some times being too comfortable can be a double edged sword.

You were currently in the shower, getting ready for school. Your phone kept ringing and it was driving Genya crazy.

He went over to your desk to make it stop when he saw the caller on the screen, making his stomach turn.

‘Sensei~ ♡’

Why was he calling you, why was his name saved like that in your phone? It made him want to throw your phone off the window and get you a new one so he wouldn’t have your number…

He was about to walk away when a text message arrived, a notification displaying on the screen, ‘I miss you…can we meet today after class?’

“He what??? This bastard…” he was fuming at this point, his imagination running wild. Why would he miss you? Is not like you two had a thing. Did you…? No, no, he trusts you, you are his girlfriend, you even live together, not like you could cheat on him without him noticing.

You went out of the bathroom, Genya reached over for one of the books on his own desk, trying to fake ignorance. His heart was racing, doubt was filling his insides and he didn’t like the way that felt.

You checked your phone but didn’t reply, just continued getting ready.

“S-shall we go for some burgers tonight, babe? Inosuke said they were super good in that new place downtown.” He sounded a little insecure, something he hasn’t been for a while, at least not around you.

“Can’t, not tonight at least, have something to do.” you were rushing out of the door, grabbing your backpack on the way, “See you later, baby!” you blew him a kiss and ran downstairs trying not to be late for your first class of the day.

“Something to do? Since when she doesn’t tell me what that ‘something’ is? She always tells me what she’s doing, why not today? Fuck…” he didn’t want to believe you would cheat on him, but things were just not adding up, his brother was also your first love, and a very dangerous competition to have, didn’t want to but he had to admit he had doubts, he was jealous, hurt even, but he would give you a chance.

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Genya was waiting for you sitting on his bed with his arms crossed, it was almost midnight, and you hadn’t even texted him since lunch.

When he saw the door being unlocked, he tried to look calm, reaching for a discarded notebook on his bed to look like he was studying and definitely not waiting for you.

“You still awake, babe? Isn’t it too late? Or were you waiting for me~?” you gave him a loving smile, making your way over to his bed, craving the warmth of your boyfriend after a long day. But he wasn’t having it, even if he didn’t want to be, he was still annoyed by the situation.

Pushing you over to the side, he rolled over, making you face his back.

“Babe? What’s up? Are you mad?” snaking your arms around his waist, you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Why would I be mad? Did you do something that would make me mad?” his voice was gruff; you could hear the annoyance lacing his every word.

“Not that I know of…” to this he scoffed, throwing the notebook to the ground and turning back to face you, an angry scowl adorning his rather handsome face.

“Yeah right…I fucking saw my brother’s message! Are you toying with me (Y/N)? Am I not enough? Do you really need to go pleading for his stupid attention? Is he that great???” you were speechless, trying to grasp the situation.

“You think I went on a date with Sensei and that’s why I came home late? Is that why you’re mad?” now you were the one scowling. You didn’t mind him seeing your notifications, what made you upset was his lack of trust.

“Why else would you be so fucking late? You didn’t even want to tell me what you were doing after class today…and…and you’ve never rejected a date with me before!”

“It was LATE! I had to run to class! We fell asleep this morning after snoozing the alarm, remember??” you got your phone out, unlocking it and throwing it his way, showing the conversation with his brother.

Genya’s eyes were glued to your screen, re-reading the very short conversation you had with Sanemi in disbelief.

Not only did you declined his offer, but you plainly rejected him.

He grabbed your phone and went into your contacts, an overwhelming need to delete his phone number overtook him but he was able to control himself. Instead, he changed his contact name from 'Sensei~ ♡' to 'Brother in-law', making you giggle. That's what he was now, not your sensei, not your crush, your boyfriend's brother.

He was feeling many things at that moment, he felt proud, of your relationship, of how you didn’t need him to intervene, how you stopped him from the start and didn’t fall for his antics. He felt shame, of his attitude, of the way he shouted at you just now, of how he couldn’t trust you enough. But overall, he felt happy, loved, and oddly, somewhat horny. You’re so hot when you get all bossy like that, shutting him off completely, drives him nuts.

And that was the feeling that won him over.

He threw your phone to the side, climbing on top of you as he smashed his lips against yours. “I was so angry...so jealous...He keeps on lusting over you… over MY baby. You’re mine…Just mine.” he kept grumbling, kissing every available patch of skin he could find like a starved man, his hands roaming over your body with an overwhelming need.

“All yours, my love.” he stopped his ministrations, looking down at you with a mix of confusion and awe. You hadn’t crossed that line just yet.

“What?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his widened orbs.

“Your l-love…?”

“Yup that’s you. My boyfriend, the man I love. So, my love. Right?” you tilted your head to the side, a bit saddened by his confusion, was it one sided-

“I-I guess so, yes. You are my love too then, my girlfriend, the woman I love.” he nodded with resolution, making your smile grow once more, the urgency getting even more unbearable as time went on, his skin was on fire, same as his heart.

“Genya…?” your eyes were shut in bliss, all you could think about all day was on coming home, to be in his arms…

“Hmmm?” he couldn’t stop kissing you, he just needed more and more of you.

“I love you.” that though, made him stop, looking at you while panting heavily. You felt the need to make things clear, wanted him to hear it properly coming from your mouth, to clear any doubt he might have about your relationship.

“I love you too, babe.” this time you were the one to pull him over to you, not before pulling his shirt over his head in as swift movement, getting rid of the very much unnecessary piece of clothing, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Can I…?” his hand stopped right at the hem of your dress, waiting for your permission to proceed. To this you just nodded, bringing him down once more for another deep kiss as clothing went flying on its own.

Another line was crossed that night, one you both eagerly waited for the right moment to cross fully.

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Next morning, Inosuke had gone to pick up the groceries, you had added to the list some of your girly essentials and he went over to your room to leave them there.

He saw the door wasn’t locked, which made him go in after he knocked and there was no reply from any of you.

The room was in fact empty.

He walked over to your bed, dropping the supermarket bag on it and was about to leave when he felt something fall on his head.

Terrified and ready to fight whatever it was attacking him, he saw something pink fall to the ground.

The item that followed him to his nightmares fell from the lamp above the beds, your pair of pink lacy panties with the polka dotted bow he still remembers to this day to perfection.

“FOR FUCK SAKES (Y/N), WHY??? JUST WHY????”

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Note: Just a little extra something for those who asked for more, hehe~ 🙊✨

Masterlist

[layer-10-love]

Lady Moon.

2012 leo x reader-

As the leader or the team, Leo tended to be more focused in leading and less interested in other ‘lesser’ hobbies. So it’s a bit of a surprise when you find a romance novel underneath his pillow.

aka, boy fail cringe leo (affectionate) also i wrote this like in 40 minutes so apologies for bad writing

As the appointed leader, Leo tried to be serious and mature about his role;with no help from his brothers. Strong, calm, confident, stoic and mature was what he was supposedly was. Unfortunately, anyone that knew him for more than a few minutes would know that he is none of these things. At least to a certain extent.

Truth is, Leo…was a big fat nerd. No surprise there. He liked watching space heroes and often gushed about it to the nearest living creature, giving them new meaningless memories and a massive headache. He liked making stupid jokes and god awful puns. It was honestly sorta cute to you.

What was a surprise was the book that was underneath his pillow. You technically weren’t supposed to be going through his things, but he technically should’ve given back that black cat plushie you let him borrow for Halloween. Picking up the book, you glance over the title.

‘The Man and the Moon.’

From the looks of it, it was a romance novel.

…Leo? Leon? Leonardo? Fearless?

You never pegged him for the type to read romance books, hell, you never pegged him for the type to read things other than Japanese literature or comic books.

‘A classic romance novel tells the story of two star-crossed lovers, Max and Luna - both literally and figuratively. Max is a successful businessman who has dedicated his entire life to making his dreams come true, and Luna is a quiet and mysterious woman who seems to have a special connection with the moon. Despite coming from different backgrounds, Max and Luna quickly find themselves drawn to each other, and they must navigate the rocky terrain of love and discover the true meaning of happiness.’

You read as you skimmed over the summarization of the novel. It seemed like a good read! But, if you talked to Leo about your little discovery, you’d probably be in for another classic Leo Lecture about not snooping. Again, it was fair in your humble opinion.

And if you shared this information with his brothers, he would be ridiculed and mocked by his brothers, despite them having weirder hobbies. Aka, Mikey and his weird obsession with boiling pizza. Ah, brotherly love.

You made a mental note on the book and carefully stored it away underneath Leo’s soft pillow.

He doesn’t need to know.

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Leo seemed to be busy more often than usual, with the lame excuse of being occupied with meditation and training in his room.

Which was a bummer since tonight was a movie night with everyone. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April and even Casey were here!

You huffed and sat on the floor in front of Mikey who was sitting on the couch.

“So, what shitty slasher flick are we watching tonight?”

Raph grinned menacingly while holding a dvd and standing in front of the television.

“It’s not a slasher film, god knows Mikey would have nightmares again. Not that I’m against the idea of Mikey suffering, but I don’t want to have to let him sleep in my bed again.”

Mikey cheered from the back,

“I knew you cared about me! See, Casey? Raph likes me more than you.”

Casey frowned and groaned.

“C'mon! Do we really have to watch a baby version of scary movies?! What happened to entertainment and morality?”

“I’m surprised you know the word, ‘morality’”, teased April.

“Nah, I think he’s just throwing out random words and hoping that one of them will make sense. Remember when he said that we should ‘photosynthesis’ and ‘equilibrium’ with the enemy?”, you add mockingly, “You almost made Donnie pop a blood vessel.”

Speaking of Donnie, he rushed right through his lab door carrying multiple blueprints and plans for whatever new project he was working on.

“Hey four eyes! Gonna join us for crappy baby's first horror flick?”

“Why do you call me four eyes, Casey? I’ve never even worn glasses before, so why would you nickname me something that doesn't make any sense?”

“Easy.”, started Casey, “Glasses make you a nerd. YOU are a nerd without glasses, therefore you need glasses since you’re a nerd.”

“Casey connecting the dots? Hell must’ve flown over and pigs must’ve learnt to fly.”, you snickered.

After a whole debate between Donnie and Casey, the pizza was brought by Mikey and the rest of the snacks were laid on the floor by April and Raph. Monthly movie nights were truly a miracle.

But, there’s something missing.

“Where’s Leo?”, Mikey questioned while taking a disgustingly large bite of his pizza.

“Fearless? Eh, he’s probably in the dojo training like always.”

“Probably, but usually everyone joins for these types of things! Do you think he’s training or doing something else?”

“If you care so much why don’t you ask him for yourself, [Name]?”, Raph says, really not caring about anything else other than the movie that he picked.

You grumble and reluctantly head over to Leo’s room, hoping that he wasn’t doing teenage boy activities. Ugh.

You considered knocking on his door, but then you remembered the plushie he never returned and slammed the door open.

Leo scrambled off the bed and onto the ground, holding a familiar book before throwing it off into the distance, praying you didn’t see. He chuckled nervously while leaning suspiciously on his bed.

“Oh! Hey, [Name]…! Uh…do you need something?”

He seemed so anxious and nervous…it was actually kinda cute! It’s like you have two little creatures on your shoulder, each one trying to give you a way to navigate this whole situation.

‘Leave him alone and give him space! That’s the nice thing to do.’, says the one on your right shoulder.

‘Get the book and make fun of him!!!’, giggles the one on your left shoulder.

…it’s obvious who won.

“What were you reading, Leo?” You ask with a teasing grin, watching him squirm under your gaze.

“Oh…uh me? Uhm…comic books! Yeah comic books! I was reading a really weird part so that’s why I was surprised when you came in and…”

Whatever other words that were being soren from him was ignored, you only think about how oddly adorable it was.

You glance at where the book was hastily hidden and chuckled.

“What comic was it?”

Before Leo could make another desperate and obvious lie, you quickly snatched up the book from where he tossed it and read the title. It was the same one as before.

“The Man and the Moon?”, you teased.

“That isn’t mine! April just asked me to hold on to it for her!”, he blushed as he tried to regain his confidence and composure.

“Cmon, Leo, we both know you can’t lie to save your shell.”

He paused and looked away, blushing furiously and fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed and took his hand.

“Hey.”, you look into his eyes. “I pinky swear that I won’t tell your brothers. You know how they are.”, you think back to the time Raph was found playing a dating simulator, and how the bickering lasted for weeks.

“Plus,”, you continued, “it’s not the worst thing you've ever done.”

“…You don’t think it’s weird?”, he asked cautiously.

“Why would it be weird? Like, people read romance all the time.”

“But, y’know…I’m a guy…and a mutant turtle…and well…”

You shrugged and climbed onto his bed, leaning against his plastron once you had sat down next to him.

“Romance is nice, I guess. It’s just another genre in a variety of genres.”, you felt and heard his heart thump faster as he gulped nervously.

“So…”, You started, “Are you gonna go to movie night or what?”

Leo’s eyes widened as he seemed to have a revelation.

“The movie! Crap, I forgot about that!”

[sejanusbaby]

human!norm spellman headcanons❥

a/n: just some human norm thoughts while i smoke 💞 it’s not very long or super in detail, just some thoughts i had. send me more ideas!!

warnings: nsfw! mentions of weed use at the end. minors, dni

he’s definitely clingy. no doubt about it. dude definitely has some abandonment issues from his past. i know we don’t know much about his background, but i’d like to think norm has always kind of been a loner, with nobody really close to him until he met you.

absolutely adores you, no questions asked. sometimes he just stares and gawks at you, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you.

“you’ve seen me naked before, norm.” “it still feels like the first time, every time.”

you’re definitely his first everything. i’m talking best friend, kiss, losing his virginity, etc.

he loves to cuddle, just liking the feeling of your skin against his. it makes him feel secure. often times, he’s laying on top of your legs, head resting on your chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist.

an absolute sucker for head scratches, will literally beg for them every single day. of course, how could you ever say no?

he definitely gets nervous around you when you first get together, often stuttering over his words, and becoming very flustered. like, when he’s rambling about science related subjects.

“hey, baby. it’s okay. no need to get nervous.” you’d say softly. your hand brushed his thigh, gripping it gently. “it’s just me.” you blinked up at him. of course his heart skips a beat at that nickname you gave him.

i’m not even gonna lie to you guys, the sex is fucking immaculate. like, he might’ve been a virgin when you two met, but our pretty boy knows how to make you feel good.

lots of making out at random times, especially when norm’s in a rush to finish up a project or meet with jake. “just a few more, please. they can wait a little longer.” he’d cry. our boy likes the risk factor.

he’s pretty much glued to your side at all times. like i mentioned before, our boy is very clingy. he probably is afraid of losing you, as well as not understanding how someone like you could love someone like him.

goes feral inside when he sees you wearing a shirt of his that you stole. once he gets more confident in the relationship, that usually ends with his head between your thighs.

norm doesn’t partake in a lot of smoking, unless it’s just with you. he finds it makes him anxious around too many people. he prefers it as a way to relax and unwind with you.

the first time you get him to smoke with you, he nearly choked to death. probably not the best idea to let his first hit be a massive bong rip, but it happens to the best of us.

depending on what and how much he smokes, more times than not, norm gets a very giggly and touchy high. he likes holding your hands, or holding your hips down while his lips attack your mouth and throat.

like stated above, much more touchy and mushy with you. our baby probably suffers from some severe anxiety, so i’m sure it helps calm him down, making him feel even more comfortable in your presence.

[westwingwolf]

All u really did was have empathy for Tim but none for Luce it’s not her responsibility to fix what Tim did She absolutely deserves to stay broken up with him that IS her agency The only way she doesn’t end up looking like a pushover is seeing him earn it Him grovel his way back prove to her he actually does love her cause she had to watch how hard he fought for every other girl EXCEPT HER Literally she was disposable to him and you don’t trust someone after that

Agency is having control and taking action in the situation. Lucy staying broken up with Tim doesn’t give her more control just because she makes him suffer. She needs to take charge. Yes, Tim has to work for it, but Tim fighting to get Lucy back is still giving him more agency in the situation. It’s him deciding when and if he wants to get back together and how much effort he puts into it until she says okay.

So what I argue is for after they talk about everything, Lucy decides if they can get back together and what needs to happen so that she can trust Tim again. Yes, it is still Tim working to regain her trust, but it is on Lucy’s terms. I think that’s why it was key that they had Tim say whatever small doses she’ll allow. To give her agency in what she accepts. I’m saying let her take the lead on getting back together by saying what she needs in this relationship.

They should go to therapy. They should have Lucy talk about how much Tim hurt her by breaking up with her. Make Tim do the work, and then Lucy can decide to forgive him if she wants. That’s why Tim didn’t ask for her forgiveness. Because asking for it puts pressure on her to do it and is another way to take away her agency. That’s why she has to be the one to decide if and when to forgive him and repair the relationship. I’m simply saying it should happen sooner rather than later so we have all the time to really explore all of that. I want to see Lucy take control instead of waiting it out to some nebulous time where she feels ready to take Tim back for whatever reason.

I get the impulse to make Tim suffer. But I think we have to consider who Lucy is. After everything, she still loves Tim. She doesn’t want to hurt him anymore than she wants to hurt herself. She also has a background in psychology. She more than anyone should know not to punish him more for what he was doing in punishing himself. And she is an empathetic person, so how much pain can she really want Tim to experience? How much watching Tim suffer would also make her suffer?

No one wants Lucy to be a pushover, but where is the limit where Tim has supposedly done enough for her to even try? What does he have to say and do? And is that not him taking charge of the situation if he asks to be taken back?

Consider this scenario for how it can work so Lucy has agency: For a few weeks, Tim has been trying to repay Lucy’s kindness like he said he would do. Lucy wonders if this is all an effort to try to win her back so she confronts him. They have the talk about the break up, and Tim says he knows he messed up and doesn’t expect her to take him back. He isn’t doing this to try to win her back. He’s doing it because she deserves to know how much he values her with no expectation of a reward for him for it. Then Lucy decides that she wants them back together. If he broke them up, it’s her decision to get back together. But things will have to change and Tim has to be willing to make those changes if they have any hope of working out.

Lucy in charge of the situation is what I want. And I want the break up over sooner because I want to move on to the next phase of fixing the relationship. But that in no way means I want Lucy to just be suddenly happy with Tim and act like they don’t have problems anymore. That’s what I fear will happen if the break up drags on too long. Spending too much time in the break up phase that by the time it is finally resolved and Lucy forgives Tim, the audience will be so relieved that they don’t want to see them unhappy anymore. So the next time we see them, they are all happy as if the break up cured all the problems that they have. Break ups don’t cure problems. A lengthy break up doesn’t suddenly make everything better just because it takes so long. Fixing the problem cures the problem.

I’m not asking for Lucy to forgive Tim quickly and then go right back to being happy in their relationship. I’m asking for Tim do everything he needs to do to earn Lucy’s trust again while they are actively working on repairing their relationship. So that we see them going through all the mess like an actual couple would if they want to work on their relationship. It’s the same result of Tim working to earn back Lucy’s trust, but instead of “Will they/won’t they get back together?” It is “Will they/won’t they make this work?”

In my opinion, the drama of wondering if they can make the relationship work when they have all these issues that need to be addressed while actively repairing the relationship is a lot more intriguing than the simple drama of “are they going to get back together?” Because I know that answer. The answer is yes Chenford is going to get back together. Because as frustrated as I am with this whole storyline, I know the writers are not stupid enough to break them up permanently if they don’t have to (like an actor is leaving situation). I know it’s just a matter of when they will get back together. So I don’t want to waste time watching them figure out if they will get back together when I know it’s inevitable. I want to see them work on the relationship as they are in it. That is something not a lot of shows do for a break up scenario, and it is something this show has never done before as they usually ignore the issues after the break up is resolved. It will be new and interesting to see, and all I’m asking is a chance to see it and have the time to really explore that storyline.

[realchemistry]

Everything that went right and wrong with 9-1-1 season 7 (according to me, duh!)

Let me start by saying that I enjoyed the season a lot, but that doesn't mean that it was flawless and I thought the finale didn't deliver. So, this is me pointing out what I did and didn't like and why, and how I wish it'd happened instead.

Also: it's a short and somewhat rushed season due to the writers' strike, this I know. You know who else knew? TPTB. So, nope, it’s not a valid excuse for any of its shortcomings. If they tried to bite off more than they could chew, that's on them.

Everyone knows that having a three-episode arc for the honeymoon was a bad choice, it was clear because the episodes dragged due to it and the Bathena drama made no sense. Let's say they had to keep up with the tradition and that it's a huge budget deal to build those sets so they had to milk them for all they were worth. Fine. It could've still been made more interesting, but wrong choices were made. I didn't appreciate the whole pirates taking over thing, and the season ended with the cartel, which... why do you want to have POCs being the bad guys so badly?

So, let's go by the assumption that having a three episode arc for Bathena's honeymoon was the only choice possible, fine... but didn't Madney deserve a lot of attention as well considering they got freaking married? Why was that not a two-parter? Why not have a first part with cases and some fun bachelor/bachelorette shenanigans, and have Chim disappearing be the cliffhanger? Why not dedicate a big chunk of the second part to that, like they did, and then actually give the wedding some breathing room? Sure, it mirrored their kiss after the whole Doug debacle but these are two main characters who got married. It's a drama show but the drama gets old if there are no bright moments in between.

The inclusion of Amir was interesting because of what it brought up in Bobby. Plus, the actor was clearly great and he was such a big deal that he, well, he was given A LOT of screentime. This made me mad because the show, as previously mentioned, was short on time as it was. Having a new character come in and have such a huge role would’ve made sense if we were talking about a full season. As it was, his presence meant that some of our regulars were pushed to the background. Their storylines suffered for it, and while the show usually does this, it's sorta okay when screentime is divvied up between the regular cast. When it's an outsider... well, I have some issues with that. Like, we literally know more about Amir than we do about Ravi at this point. Also: Amir was clearly an amazing person and he was wronged time and time again. Athena got to play solo-cop as it's her thing, and we're supposed to think she was being heroic instead of downright wrong and abusing her power? If I were Amir, I'd sue her and I'd burn their house down for real (not really, but you know what I mean). They put this man through hell. Sure, Bobby saved him... which felt such a white savior redemption thing. And I know the show and the character said otherwise, but it still felt awful and then it just got worse. In any case, they could’ve made this story play out with more nuances instead of devoting so much of a short season to it to the detriment of our stable cast. 

Buck had an amazing start of the season, finding himself and his truth and sharing it with his family. The fact that they had him entering the dating scene with a character like T*mmy... I didn't like that. Any random person would've been better. But, also, I don't wanna be that person but this is my blog so I'm gonna be: Oliver clearly hadn't been enjoying the latest interactions between these characters to the point where their scenes, few as they were, were actually hard to watch. The last one was literally the most cringe inducing moment of TV I've ever witnessed. Instead of Buck exploring himself, we have him reacting to the odd, negative and out of place comments that T*mmy keeps throwing his way. It's just weird and not at all the happy story Oliver was hoping for, so I get him. I hope this gets better next season, with BT being bones and Buck being able to thrive instead of falling back into a revamped awful dating life.

On the other hand, this season was the Buddiest of them all. Well, I mean, it had the most hints of it actually happening at some point. When Buck talked about there being underlying sexual tension in the premiere, it was just ashslgjñhjsdñgjsñdg. They were comparing Chris's interactions with girl friends and boy friends but we all know that wasn't all that was. We had Eddie talking about how much growth Buck had done from being a playboy, which funnily enough he never got to meet, to the person he's today. Another great indicator were the whole 100th/101st episodes, with Buck clearly wanting to get Eddie's attention due to jealousy, which everybody could see, and the ~reveal that the episode was from Buck’s POV which was also incredible because that man was so in love with Eddie, it’s just insane. But, even most importantly maybe, was Maddie's scene with Buck... It was a mirror of her calling him out on his guy crush on Eddie from season 2, with the circled with a heart around it, but the next episode it got real. To me, her words and her face spoke volumes: first she couldn’t believe Buck was with Eddie’s friend, then she told him he might not be sure of his own feelings and finally that if there’s something he needs to tell Eddie, he will, just in his own time. That was NOT about Buck being bisexual, it was Maddie reading right what Buck was reading wrong: how Buck had been jealous because of the way he feels about Eddie and how he was putting his feelings for Eddie into somebody else. Someone safe for the time being, all things considered. That's a thread waiting to be pulled when the right time comes if I ever saw one! I've been giddy just thinking about it ever since, tbh. We also had a Buddie scene in pretty much every episode, and I absolutely adored them in the bachelor party because they were so in sync, as they were all season long actually. The parallel of Eddie asking for Buck’s help at the end was nice as just that, but the story... I’ll rant about it later. I love that Oliver has been pushing the Buddie agenda harder than ever, so I'm hoping he's talking Ryan's ear off about it and that they'll demand it from Tim soon enough.

Onto Eddie, the problem with the whole Kim thing actually starts because they killed Shannon in the first place. They should've never done that, I've always thought this way. She was a great character and seeing Eddie co-parent with his ex would've been great storytelling, he could've still had a breakdown due to divorcing her or even her dating again or whatever. Besides the insanity of Kim going back to his house after learning the truth, the fact that Eddie broke down and caved in was understandable. I actually thought that was pretty well done. The problem was all that followed. We don't care about Marisol because the show never made us care about her, so her part in all of this was completely irrelevant.

As for Chris, I honestly have SO many issues with his reaction. Him being confused would only be right, but being that mad with Eddie? I honestly feel like I'm missing something because the two of them developed such a strong relationship that it felt like Chris's reaction was totally OOC. Why wouldn't Chris want to know Eddie's side of the story? Why would he want to leave his dad and his house? Why would he want to leave the state? Why would he want to go live with his grandparents? Sure, he had a good relationship with them at that point, but we can only gather that by... imagining it, for the most part. How long since they been around? Why not mention that they were visiting or that Chris was with them when he was away to set the stage? It honestly felt like it was all improvised and they wanted to leave Eddie without Chris and this was all they could come up with. There were other ways that could've actually made more sense to get to this place, but they chose to do it in a way that's both hurtful to the characters and to their progression throughout the seasons. Make it make sense!!! There's also the fact that the finale script was all written under the assumption that Eddie and Kim were kissing when Chris showed up. That didn't actually make the cut. This is clearly a consequence of rushed scripts and filming schedules, and while we can interpret every scene saying they kissed as an exaggeration or simply a wrong interpretation of the situation, it actually made me very mad. Having characters rehash what happened the episode before so the people who missed it can catch up is normal but I hated it with my whole heart. Those people can go to hell, but if they're gonna spend time of the finale doing that, the least they could do was make the facts factual. Sure, Eddie was going insane and he said it was hard to explain but everyone in-show very much believed that Eddie had kissed Kim. This was upsetting because of the exact reason why that kiss was cut, as said by Ryan in an interview this week.

On top of this, Chris’s 13 years old. Eddie letting him go was not it. Eddie had every right to tell him he's staying whether he liked it or not because he's his father and he got to decide where he lives. The show tried to make the whole thing come out as noble but I thought it was bullshit. From what we know about Eddie, he wouldn't just let him go: he would either tell Chris to stay put or go with him. The fact that, again, they clearly wanted to have Eddie alone for whatever reason, and they couldn't find a better way to pull it off... that's just bad on TPTB's part.

Hen and Karen were put through hell once more for no reason. Why can't the big obstacle for them be simply getting through Mara? Why do they have to get to a good place only for it to be ripped away? Don't say it's drama tv, I don't care, people on screen deserve happiness, damn it! They most of all, tbh, and the fact that Denny was so upset just made it 5464641636469 worse. Then we had Madney helping out, which was lovely but completely unrealistic from a legal pov and also... why can't HenRen just get what they want without a het couple's intervention? So Ortiz had enough power to get Mara away from them but she didn't know that the people wanting to foster her were part of the 118 even though she had something to do with Gerrard being reinstated? I know this was what Tim implied on his socials to explain why someone as shitty as Gerrard would be taken back by the firehouse... which, I don't know if that even makes sense? Does she have the kind of power to do any of this?

A lot of questions now:

Why was a random woman given so many precious minutes of the finale just so Athena could have a car to go after an innocent man? Why does she keep getting away with asking for personal favors, recklessly involving Maddie too? 

Why wouldn't the editor of the episode give us a full body frame at least of Buddie by Bobbie's hospital bed? This made me particularly mad because it actually looked like Oliver and Ryan were not there filming (though we knew they were), and that's why they kept showing their backs. 

Maybe they had lines, maybe not, but a few seconds while Chim, Hen and Maddie talked would've been nice... since it clearly seemed like nobody was particularly perturbed by Bobbie's state. 

I'm sorry but I can't fear for his life when his wife is away trying to get revenge and his team are just... there. 

Also, why are him, Athena, the aforementioned neighbor and Amir allowed to just walk into a house that suffered that much fire damage? Wouldn't the structure be compromised? 

Plus, Athena and Bobbie kinda were awful to Amir, first killing his wife and then accusing him and all, so why would he want to talk about anything with Bobbie, nevermind say he's earned his family? He was wronged so badly, he didn't owe them a thing, it's honestly ridiculous. 

Then Bobby came back so fast... but he had quit before and forgot about it? 

The Gerrard reveal was actually not something I hated because I love a good shake up. I bet he'll last three episodes at most. 

We know this isn't gonna be good exactly, and it makes zero sense, but a change in dynamics is always refreshing and could put some things into perspective. 

I hated when Buddie weren't partnered, but I ADORED the way Hen was weirded the fuck out by the closeness she is not used to having with Chim while on the field, so I can't wait for some of it.

Things I wanna see:

More May, more Ravi, Eddie’s sisters. 

More Buddie. 

No dating people to fill up time for either of them. 

Eddie’s gay/demi awakening (I swear, if this is not where his story is going, it will all feel like such a waste, much like during his previous breakdown). 

Chris and Mara going back home soon. 

Gerrard and Ortiz getting what they deserve.

This is so long it's insane, if you've read it, I thank you. If I think of anything I forgot, I'll add it later. If you have anything to contribute, please do. I'm around and I'd love to discuss this show and all its intricacies.

[kryptznnn]

♡-The Feelings Mutual [II]

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➸ INTERESTS; -agedup!lo’ak x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -For as long as you can remember your brother has always had issues with the youngest son of the Sully family. Their rivalry would constantly get them in trouble and even after being punished they would go back to doing the same stupid things as before, just by their actions you grew highly annoyed by them both. Expecting the same feelings in return from Lo’ak, you’re surprised to learn how much of a turn things take.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.5k, arguing, angst, slight mentions of anger issues and an ed, migraine mentions, fighting, tension, romantic persuasion, fainting.

➸a.i; - this was long awaited honestly, ill be posting the masterlist to this and my other 3 fics soon! stay posted

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♡-The Feelings Mutual [I]

♡-The Feelings Mutual Masterlist

You smiled as you handed the passing warriors bowls of food and packs of herbs as they had returned from their hunting trip. You scanned the line, attempting to find Lo'ak, but to no avail you couldn't see him.

It had been nearly a full month since you had last seen him and it was driving you crazy. You had practically run across and interacted with every other one of his family members other than him. Every time you asked for him, he was nowhere to be seen. They would always mention that he was out or hanging around with his friends.

You knew it wasn’t entirely the truth, either they were lying to you, or he was lying to his family. It was probably the second decision since he had a similar friend group to your brothers, and they hadn’t heard or seen of him as often as before.

The entire situation was off putting, it made you anxious. What if something was to happen to him and no one knew? Something could’ve been wrong with him or he might’ve needed help but couldn’t because he isn’t communicating with anyone.

Communication, that was one of his largest issues. You knew it since you were children, he’d always express himself with aggression or defending himself. Even though he had his issues and put up walls against others he was gentle with you.

Emphasis on was, not anymore. Not since your last couple of conversations last month, you still dreaded every moment. You took a deep breath in sighed heavily, placing a hand over your forehead and swiping down, a large frown plastered on your face.

“Enjoy your meal and thank you for your service.” You spoke softly, handing the next warrior a bowl of food with one hand and a pack of herbs in the other hand. Your eyes were planted slightly down at your hands, not even aware of the man in front of you.

“You look so sad” Neteyam spoke, taking both supplies from your hands as he watched you look up at him. You wore a surprised expression when you saw him, greeting him properly with a smile. You looked around behind him or near him to see if his brother was around, only to be nowhere to be found.

The frown you wore before quickly came back to your lips, Neteyam quickly took note of this. He soon placed his belongings as he pulled you off to the side, placing a hand on your shoulder, then removing it as your body felt a little more warm than usual.

“If you’re still worried about him you don’t have to be. I was just with him this morning, we hunted together. He skipped this to go see our grandmother and my sister, he suffered from some injuries.” He spoke, you sighed in relief.

So, he was okay, he was just avoiding you for the past couple of weeks. The irony of it was hilarious honestly, you would go out of your way to find him as he went out of his way to hide from you. You had to talk to him as soon as possible.

“Can I go with you to see him?” You asked, watching Neteyam’s strained expression, thinking for a moment before seeing your worried expression. Then nodding slowly, going back to get his belongings and motioning for you to follow him.

On your way to his home you began to pat your hair down, attempting to look presentable enough as you were about to see his whole family. You smiled to yourself thinking of how welcome his family made you feel, now excited to see them.

Thinking about seeing Lo’ak however after so long left a pit in your stomach, and gave you a small headache. Maybe it was the fact you had eaten poorly the past couple of weeks, or maybe the fact you hadn’t slept properly, but you didn’t feel right at all.

The pressure of going to see the only boy on this planet who was doing his best to avoid you made it worse. His last words to you being you wouldn’t see him again was something he meant, but you didn’t care you had to see him.

You weren’t sure if it was because you were being killed with guilt, or if it was that small little feeling in your heart that made you drawn to him since you were kids. Whatever it was didn’t matter, you missed your friend, enemy, whatever he was you didn’t know anymore.

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“Are you alright?” Neteyam asked standing beside you as he watched your figure, your hands shaking as you bawled them into fists. You only nodded and hummed, continuing your walk as you made your way in front of his families hut.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, soon removing it and complaining about your skin being hot, practically burning to the touch. You only laughed and brushed off his exaggerated expression, or at least you thought it had been an exaggeration.

Soon after entering his hut, you greeted everyone, peering over to look at the side and seeing Lo’ak, his back facing you as his sister patched his wounds. She saw you and smiled, waving at you as you did back in return to her. Neytiri soon approached you, embracing you in a nice hug, you hugged her back.

Quickly you pulled away feeling dizzy as she also mentioned something about your skin being hot. You couldn’t follow along what she was saying word for word, but you only laughed at her saying with a nod. You made your way over to Lo’ak to say something before being stopped in your tracks by Tuk, who took your hand into hers and dragged you in the opposite direction.

You ended up sitting down with her, she was eating and offered you some food as well. You politely declined and said you weren’t hungry as you had eaten before you got here, which was a lie. Of course she didn’t have to know that, until Kiri spoke out and interrupted.

“I don’t remember seeing you eat anything before helping the warriors with the other girls. I thought you told me you woke up too late to do so.” She budded in, you grit your teeth and looked in her direction. She wore a worried look on her face, to which Tuk offered her some food, she declined and fed it to Lo’ak.

His head was turned to the side now, seeing his sharp jawline as he opened his mouth. Tuk placed the meat inside his mouth and he chewed, turning his head back around. Your heart was pounding in your throat, you wanted to call out to him, but couldn’t.

You made your way up slowly, now dizzy. You held a hand to the side of your head and rubbed it softly as you made your way over to the three again. You watched as Kiri watched your movements as you went to step in front of her brother, now taking a seat by him, not looking at his face.

You sat with your legs crossed as you looked at his figure and his lowered head, wincing at the work being done to his back. You took a deep breath and placed a hand over your chest, wincing as you felt your now cold hands touching your warm body.

“Hi” you spoke in almost a whisper in front of the boy, seeing his body react to your voice. You wet your lips and closed your mouth, awaiting his response as you poked your tongue around the sides of your mouth.

“Hey” he spoke back, his voice gruff and heavy. He hadn’t picked his head up to look at you, all until Kiri took both of her hands and placed it on both sides of his head, lifting it. You were now able to see his face, seeing a small patch on his left cheek and newer slits razored into his eyebrows.

He looked good, or healthy to say the least, unlike you. At least one of you were doing well, honestly when he saw your tired and strained body, he had remembered what your brother told him out of worry. Concerned for your health as you would disappear for hours and barely eat unless forced too, either that or sleep for practically the whole day.

“Hi” he spoke, correcting himself, softening as he saw you smile to his response. Kiri soon got up, gathering her and her grandmother's things before leaving, and taking Tuk with her. Giving you and her brother alone time to speak to one another.

Your breath was ragged and your shaking hadn’t stopped since you left your post with Neteyam. Something was wrong with you, and now was one of the worst times to be feeling this way when you had something so important to do.

“How have you been?” He asked, now sitting with his knees up as he rested his arms on them, watching you fidget your fingers. You only smiled at him, taking in his face and his soft expression.

“I’ve been really good” you lied with your cute little smile that Lo’ak hated. He hated almost everything about you, your voice, your laugh, your smile, your innocence. You were too nice to people who didn’t deserve it, people like him.

You drove him crazy in a way he still hadn’t understood. He doesn’t like what you do, and he definitely doesn’t like you. Or maybe he told himself that in order to just swallow whatever he felt for you. You act stupid and are always giving him more problems than solutions. Set aside from your brother it killed him how you liked to argue.

It also killed him how he had avoided you for so long. He missed your presence or company to say the least, no one else was as stupid enough as you to make him laugh. No matter how many times you two were to argue he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep a grudge against you for long.

The memories and relationships you two shared as kids was too strong for him too. Fighting and arguing with you was more or less him fighting and arguing with himself. He said he didn’t like you but now he keeps thinking about how much he missed you, even though he’s the entire reason you two haven’t seen each other in so long.

“You look like shit” he spoke in honesty, chuckling afterwards and reaching out a hand to move your now wet hair from your forehead, recoiling his hand back. “And you’re burning up, you’re sweating like crazy” he added, placing his arm back over his knee.

You only scoffed at his response, your head still spinning and unable to even comprehend his second phrase, only stuck on the first.

“If you care so much next time I’ll come back and get all dressy for you, even unbraid my hair and let it flow down my back.” You replied cockily, earning a confused look from Lo’ak as he raised a brow.

“Don’t start. Why did you come here anyways?” He asked you, tilting his head to the side to get your attention as you began to zone out. You soon locked eyes with him, unsure if it was your body that was burning up or your blushing.

“I wanted to apologize, after our last co- mm, after our last conversation I didn’t feel like things ended right between us.” You said with a pause, cutting yourself off midway as your head began to throb harshly as if begging for help.

“Okay” he responded dryly, turning his head to the side at the entrance of his family's hut. You watched him, as if he was waiting for something or someone to appear. You scoffed watching him, it’s like he wasn’t even trying to pitch into the conversation or hear you out.

“Do you just not want to speak with me?” You asked, he turned his head back at you, his eyes not meeting yours as he placed a hand on the back of his neck. It’s as if he was stalling to not answer your question and it was eating you alive.

Truth be told he wanted to talk to you, more than anything. He just didn’t know how to express it or what to say. He didn’t want things to end up awkward between the two of you as if they already hadn’t reached an all time low after your last altercation.

You rolled your eyes at his silence, taking it as your answer. You sucked your teeth at him out of frustration tears now threatening to spill from your eyes. You came here for him, to speak with him, to see him, and this is how he felt.

“Fine, I’ll just leave.” You said, voice trembling earning a surprised look from you as you stood up and dusted yourself off. He was quick to stop you as you walked away, grabbing your wrist.

“Wait y/n, sto-“

“I’m so sick and tired of your sorry attitude Lo’ak, we’re both grown and I’ve tried so many times to talk to you so we can settle this like adults, and you’ve done nothing but shove me away. I’ve tried to be nice to you it doesn’t work, I’ve tried to be rude, and it doesn’t work, nothing works with you. I don’t even feel well enough to talk to you, but I still came here, I hate you.” You cried, yanking your arm from him as tears rolled down your face.

Lo’ak stood up immediately, darting in front of you to block you from leaving. His eyes were locked onto yours, now puffy and strained. His expression was sad as he looked at you and replayed the words you had just said.

“You don’t mean that, you don’t actually hate me.” He said, his ears layed flat and pinned to the sides of his head as his tail drooped. You glared at him, seeing his sad expression and your gaze softened, you looked down at his torso.

“Yes, I do” you said, biting the inside of your cheek as your tail swayed behind you. You were dizzy, very dizzy, and didn’t feel like standing for much longer. You felt him grab your arm softly and towered over you, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“No you don’t, you don’t mean it” he said abruptly, you only pushed him off of you, stumbling slightly as you nearly toppled over. He caught you quickly, placing a hand on your lower back as your head began to spin more.

Your ears now began to ring as you kept pushing him, more tears coming out from your eyes. This wasn’t fair, your heart or mind couldn’t handle it. The more you pushed him away the harder he’d grab you.

“Easy mama, easy, we gotta get you to sit down or lie somewhere. I think you have a fever.” He said, quickly wrapping both of his hands around your hips. With the little strength you have you place your hands on over his and push his hands off.

As you were now free from Lo’aks grasp you made your way over to where the two of you were seated prior. Attempting to get a cup of water, as you bent over to reach for the cup your body shook. You lost your breath as you slowly stood back up, hearing Lo’aks shouts from behind you.

Your breath was shallow now as you began to shake more, dropping the cup in your hand and toppling over. This time as before Lo’ak was quick to catch you in his arms as you soon lost consciousness, the last thing you heard being his cry for help as he called your name keeping a hand cupped over your cheek.

It seems as if everyone wasn’t exaggerating over your body heat.

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[rpgsandbox]

5th-level Banish Rumour (Abjuration). Casting time: 1 Action. Components: Verbal, Material (A single public statement).

Dungeons & Dragons is in a bizarre place right now—it's on the verge of the totally-not-a-new-edition ruleset revamp and an in-development virtual tabletop project, riding high off the back of Baldur's Gate 3. But Wizards of the Coast (WotC) has also suffered from a massive round of layoffs, and the bruises of the catastrophic OGL fiasco a year ago are still smarting.   This has laid the groundwork for a swarm of rumours regarding a potential sale to Tencent—a massive conglomerate and holding company with its fingers in dozens of different pies including Remedy Entertainment, Paradox Interactive, FromSoftware, Epic Games and (most importantly to the matter at hand) Larian Studios. Said whispers began when the Chinese news outlet Speed Daily (as translated by Pan Daily) reported that WotC parent company Hasbro was "seeking to sell its well-known IP 'Dungeons & Dragons'", citing Hasbro's "financial crisis" as a reason for the speculation. That's despite D&D being a huge earner for Hasbro, achieving record years (as per a financial report last October) for the company. 

Shucking D&D as a property entirely would be like throwing a crate of diamonds overboard to stop your ship from sinking—not something you'd do unless you were definitely about to drown. Which isn't completely out of the question. That same report noted Hasbro's total revenue was down "13-15%", and repeatedly cites a difficult situation for toys across the board. Still, I'm not sure if things are dire enough for a spontaneous bout of violin-playing. That's been confirmed in a comment provided to Dicebreaker, where Wizards of the Coast writes the following: "We regularly talk to Tencent and enjoy multiple partnerships with them across a number of our IPs. We don’t make a habit of commenting on internet rumours, but to be clear: we are not looking to sell our D&D IP. We will keep talking to partners about how we bring the best digital experiences to our fans. We won't comment any further on speculation or rumours about potential [mergers and acquisitions] or licensing deals." So there you have it: D&D isn't being sold to anyone. What's more likely is that Tencent—which owns a 30% stake in Larian Studios—might be thinking about pouring money into another D&D game. That should surprise nobody, considering the meteoric success of Baldur's Gate 3. Another licensing deal isn't just 'not out of the question', it's a plain good idea. Under any other circumstances I'm not sure any of this would've made waves in forums and headlines. But the environment surrounding D&D at the moment is, understandably, one of fear. Hasbro's layoffs included several senior members of staff. Game designers, art directors, and Liz Schuch—the company's former Head of Publishing and Licensing, who was with Wizards of the Coast for 28 whole years.  There's a bordering-on-zero percent chance something like this would actually happen, but the background radiation of 'strange times' has a lot of TTRPG fans without a fuller scope of the situation willing to buy into speculative panic, and I can't say I necessarily blame them.

[completeoveranalysis]

[7]

OH MY POOR LAVA LAMP

HE IS TRYING SO HARD

The fascinating and heartbreaking inversion here is that originally we had a Syaoran who was trying SO hard to be like Lava Lamp - his soul was desperately trying to build itself up and be a complete being, using Lava Lamp's soul to be as similar to it as possible, but he couldn’t quite get there. 

And now we have Lava Lamp who is trying SO HARD to be like Syaoran. Specifically, Syaoran’s auto-pilot programming. He’s promised Watanuki that he’ll do ANYTHING it takes to complete this task, he’ll take ANY suffering onto himself to get it done. He wants SO MUCH to be able to prioritise and get it DONE no matter the cost - like Auto-Pilot could, technically.

And with that in mind how INTERESTING that Lava Lamp and Syaoran make up their own Yin Yang contrast even now. Syaoran is mostly programming but needed a little bit of Lava Lamp to be a functioning person. Lava Lamp is already a functioning person but needs a little bit of Syaoran’s ruthless commitment to survive the horrors of his reality. 

And so here we have Lava Lamp hardening himself to the loss of this child and making himself walk away, but as the child continues to speak we see how this is DEVASTATING him. 

(Which might be even WORSE if he has any memories of this child of his own. Does he remember seeing him running around in the background of Syaoran's life? Did they ever interact? Has he SEEN this child grow up in reality, and now has to watch him slowly die instead?)

YES!!

Fai sees this all happening and finally bridges the gap he left open in Nihon. Before when he saw Lava Lamp’s pain he considered putting a hand on his shoulder but didn’t, couldn’t QUITE connect with him. But now he sees Lava Lamp being absolutely torn to shreds over this dying child and just gently touches his arm and talks to him - and the INSTANT change in Lava Lamp’s face. It's not an expression we've ever seen on him - like he's completely unguarded and can't summon a mask even if he wanted to. As if he can’t quite believe this is being offered to him. As if he’s not used to it. As if this has never been offered to him before. 

BECAUSE IT HASNT. 

It's possible he was so convinced that the distance between him and Fai would always be there because of Syaoran, but here Fai is willingly crossing that distance to comfort him and you can SEE that Lava Lamp never really thought that was going to happen. I mean, who ELSE in his life has ever been here like this for him? Ever since he went in that lava lamp the answer has been : no-one.

FAMILY TRAUMA BONDING!

Kurogane joins in the comfort by reinforcing what Lava Lamp said and sharing the blame he was trying to take all onto himself. Kurogane, Mokona, and Fai ALL opt in to let Lava Lamp know that he’s NOT doing this alone and they’re ALL equally in this together, even if the result is negative and they caused something awful. It is SO sweet to see them reaching out to him in this moment, finally building this connection between them when he desperately needs it, even as they all walk through the dissipating water of all the lives being destroyed around them. You can see by the expressions on Fai and Kurogane in this panel that they’re hardly THRILLED about the tragedy around them, but the important thing is they’re all choosing to walk in unison as it happens. 

OHH AND LOOK AT HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO HIM

THE PAIN HAS EASED AS HE CLOSES HIS EYES GENTLY AND IS VISIBLY TOUCHED BY THE SOLIDARITY

FINALLY SOME LAVA LAMP BONDING I’M SO THRILLED

Am I even going to read Evil Wolverine’s text 

No I don’t think so

[lucifers-little-light]

Candy, Husk does feel really regretful. You don't have to love him, but maybe play nice?

As Candy stormed out of the hotel entrance, the weight of her emotions tugged at her heels. Angel Dust, determined and impulsive, rushed after her, trying to bridge the gap between anger and understanding that hung thick in the air.

Angel: *catching up, breathless* Candy, wait! Can we talk about what just happened in there? Husk is really trying to—

Candy spun around, her expression sharp enough to cut.

Candy: *eyes narrowing* Husk?! That's the name he goes by now? God, no wonder I couldn’t find him down here. He changed his name, changed his whole life, and forgot he had a family!

Angel shrugged, knowing that her anger was justified but fervently hoping that her fury wouldn’t cause her to shut down completely.

Angel: Listen, I get it. You have every right to be mad. I know Husk messed up big time—more than most people can even imagine—but he’s trying. Isn’t that worth something?

Candy: *sarcastic laugh* Worth something? For God’s sake, Angel, he’s bringing a child into the world when he didn’t even bother to be a father to the three he had on Earth! What happened to those kids? Did he even think about them once while he was busy ruining his life down here?

The anger coursing through her felt like a storm, and she could barely contain it. Each word shot from her lips like arrows, aimed directly at the heart of the emotional terrain. Angel, however, stood firm.

Angel: You’re right! He messed up! But he’s also trying to make amends! Do you think it’s easy for him? He’s feeling everything—regret, shame—you name it. And whether you want to admit it or not, you’re feeling it too.

Candy: *sharp intake of breath* You don’t get to tell me how I feel. You’re nobody to me, 'Angel Dust.' You’re just another ghost in his past—another distraction he’s chosen over the people who actually matter. I’m not here to play nice or pretend like everything’s okay just because he’s decided to turn over a new leaf. Why should I?

Angel took a step closer, his voice softening.

Angel: Because it’s not just about him, Candy. It’s about you. Holding on to that anger and pain isn’t going to fix anything. It only hurts you. Maybe if you could find a way to talk through it, even just a little… you wouldn’t feel so alone in this mess.

There was a pause, the noise of the hotel fading into the background as Candy processed his words.

Candy: *voice trembling* You think I haven’t tried? You think this is easy for me? I’ve spent years learning to deal with what he did to me, to us. I built my life around that pain, and you want me to toss it aside to be ‘understanding’? I can’t just let that go. I can’t.

Angel: I’m not asking you to let anything go, just to consider talking to him. Maybe there’s a way to confront the past without burning every bridge. You don’t have to love him, but what if you tried to understand him? It could give you both some peace.

Candy shook her head, her frustration boiling over once more.

Candy: Peace? Is that what this is all about? Finding peace while he just gets to start fresh and be a dad again? What about us? What about how we suffered? That’s not right!

Angel: It’s not fair…none of this is fair. But holding on to that anger will just keep hurting you. Giving him another chance doesn’t mean you have to forget what he did. It just means you won’t be carrying that weight on your own anymore.

Candy hesitated at that, caught in the web of emotions she had built. There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes, but the anger still burned hot.

Candy: I hate him, Angel.

Angel: I know. But maybe hate doesn’t have to be all-consuming. You could set boundaries. You could talk to him on your terms. Isn't it worth giving him a shot to face the consequences of his past?

Candy crossed her arms, conflicted, the embers of her rage still flickering.

Candy: I don't want to make this easier for him.

Angel: You’re not. You’re doing it for yourself. You get to feel whatever you want about him, but being a prisoner of that fury won’t help you or anyone. Trust me, I know more than anyone what it means to let anger consume you.

There was a long beat before Candy spoke again, words wrapped in cold vulnerability:

Candy: You’re asking me to let this go… to find a way to heal. But I’m scared, Angel. What if he just ends up hurting me more?

Angel: Then you deal with it when it happens. But you can’t let the fear of what he might do stop you from trying to understand what he’s done. If nothing else, you deserve answers. Just… think about it.

Candy stood there, rooted in place as Angel’s words lingered in the air like a haunting echo. She felt her anger begin to waver, replaced by the seeping ache of memories long buried. Finally, she spoke again, her voice quieter, almost thoughtful.

Candy: If Aislynn can forgive him… maybe I’d consider it too.

Angel: Aislynn? Who is that?

Candy: Aislynn was my baby sister. All she ever wanted before she passed was to see our father one last time—to make peace with him. She believed that if she could, it might heal some of the wounds we all carried. But he never showed up. Not once. And when she died, I felt like a part of me died with her. She wanted so badly to believe in him, to think that he could change… but he never came. I’ll never forget how hard she fought to hang on. In those last moments, all I could think about was how sorry she must have felt. How could I ever forgive someone who caused her so much pain?

Angel, listening intently, felt a pit forming in his stomach. He thought about Molly…and he knew Candy’s pain all too well.

Candy: Now Aislynn’s been in Hell since 1958. She’s a news producer for 666 News. Can you believe that? My pure-hearted sister, stuck in this place because she wanted to bring the truth to the surface.

Angel's heart sank as he heard the depth of Candy's sorrow. It was a familiar weight, echoing his own losses and regrets. He could hardly fathom the grief she must carry, knowing that her sister had yearned for a connection, one that could never be fulfilled.

Angel: *taking a deep breath* Candy, I’m so sorry. That’s… that’s heartbreaking. But what if I could help you get that moment with her? What if I could bring Aislynn here? Maybe Husk should apologize to her too. Maybe he needs to face the reality of his actions directly.

Candy's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and skepticism washing over her.

Candy: You… you want to find Aislynn? In this place? That's not even possible! She’s a news producer; she probably has dozens of stories to cover every day. What would make her want to talk to him? To me?

Angel: Leave that to me. I know how to track her down; the connections I have in Hell can help. And as for wanting to talk to him? It doesn’t have to start with wanting to—she might just feel an obligation to face the past. The truth is always worth confronting.

Candy felt a flicker of hope ignite in her chest, but it battled fiercely against her bitter skepticism.

Finally, Candy sighed, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Candy: "Alright. You can go look for her, but if this falls apart—if Aislynn doesn’t want to talk to me or Husk—I don’t know how I’ll handle it, Angel.

Angel: *offering a gentle smile* And that’s perfectly okay. I’ll go look for Aislynn and bring her here. Trust me. I won’t let you down. Just stay strong; we’ll navigate through this together.