#the dots about What you'd get out of going to hell anyways...

[brookiesblurbs]

ANGEL — SAM WINCHESTER.

SUMMARY — sam starts to grow fond of an angel. they have grown more comfortable around each other, and tensions run high when dean leaves for a bar.

WARNINGS — no plot all porn... 18+, softdom!sam, unprotected sex, p in v, oral, f!receiving, unexperienced!reader, angel!reader, LOTS of praise, biting, creampie, mentions of religion, sam's a sweetheart. he's also a freak.

WC — 4.3k. i got carried away.

A/N — i feel like i'm going to hell just from the warnings alone. i erm. i don't even know. shout out the two people who asked to get tagged in this 🙏 first ever smut fic, if you hate i'll probably delete my account. i am not editing 4.3k words btw. i'm lazy.

angels weren't supposed to enjoy the feeling of a human. that much was well known.

and when you came from heaven to assist castiel in whatever the hell it was that he was doing, that was repeated to you over and over again. these 'humans', they weren't important. your only job was to make sure sam winchester didn't get hurt. that was all this was supposed to be. a casual round of protecting the winchesters.

you didn't understand human norms, and at first, sam didn't like you. you didn't take personally, of course, because, well, sam hated any angel at first. castiel quickly explained to you about the brother's and how you'd be spending more time with them while he awaited directions. honestly, you couldn't care less about either of the brothers, too. they were hunters, and you were an angel. you weren't supposed to mix anyway.

sam winchester was more interesting than his older and shorter brother, though. sam was thoughtful and a lot more curious about you than he let on at first. as you spent more time 'watching' over him, you realized he enjoyed asking you questions about heaven, and the angels, and about castiel. and you tried to answer them to the best of your ability.

sam was more open to learning about you than dean, and he was more considerate when it came to teaching you knew things. slowly, he started defending you against dean's antics, and he learned about how curious you were, too.

he spent many late nights awake with you, struggling with his insomnia. you made it much more enjoyable. on the off chance that he did get some sleep, he'd wake up to you in the bunker, lounging and reading one of his books. as soon as you saw him awake, you'd pounce on him, eager to talk all about it.

sam found you endearing in the same way you found him intriguing. you both taught each other different things. he taught you about different emotions and how to communicate them to him. he showed you his favorite movies. he told you about his time in standford and about how he was studying law. you taught him about the bible, about praying and how you'd always come if he prayed for you. you taught him about heaven and hell, and angels and everything in between.

eventually, you two become friends, as much as younger sam would have hated to admit that. he showed you what friendship was and what it was like to worry about someone more than yourself. he explained to you what love was and about heartbreak. sam watched as you turned from this unemotional, blunt angel into a person, crafted by the things you loved.

you two kissed about six months after hunting with him. you were unexerienced, and painfully so, and your first kiss was nothing but giggles and awkward stares. the second, third, and fourth ones weren't any better. sam was ridiculously dotting and patient, and even though you were an angel and didn't understand what a relationship was, you still tried for him, and he loved you for it.

after a week of sneaky kisses and rushing into each other's rooms once dean fell asleep, you seemed to have gotten the hang of it. you and sam hadn't done anything remotely sexual other than a few hands-under-the-bra's and one /bad/ attempt at a handjob. sam was enthralled in watching you become more confident and learning how to touch him the way that he liked and how to kiss him properly. so he didn't mind taking things slow.

you two agreed to not have sex yet, partially because to you, it was a sin, and partially because you didn't know what you were doing. sam had no issue waiting. that was, until tonight.

you don't even remember how this happened, honestly — the lingering touches became more frequent, more needy, and at some point, sam had slipped you out of your shirt and bra. you'd barely even made it to his room /thank god for dean being out at a bar tonight/, before he was kissing you, his lips hiding something more intense tonight.

you wouldn't have protested anyways, but as soon as your shirt was gone, sam was all over you.

"i know it feels dirty, honey. but it's not. i wouldn't lie to you." sam hums against your throat, kissing the soft skin. when he talks like that, all low and soothing, you might just believe anything he says. he pulls back to look at your concerned expression, and his smile softens.

his movement stills, and you frown, almost wishing sam would convince you to do more. that feeling in your stomach, the one that felt close to nausea, started to feel nice. and you craved more of it. you craved more of sam.

although his desire outweighed his guilt for ruining the purity of an angel like this, sam still sat up for a moment, his hazel eyes practically begging you. he was nothing, if not a gentleman. "do you want this?" sam asks, hushed and spoken like a prayer, and you think you might get sent to hell just from how he's looking at you.

sam's hair is a ruffled mess, and his long sleeve black shirt was rolled up to his elbows. his carhartt jacket had long been discarded by you, tossed somewhere into the dark abyss that was the dingy, horribly lit motel room. he looks beautiful.

"i do, sammy, but—" you breathe out shakily. before you can finish answering, his hands are on your hips, tugging you closer to him. you're both standing up, his large hands moving up your skirt to trail up your sides. sam can feel your back arch against his hands slightly, and it's taking everything in him to not lose his resolve.

san, who previously said he was okay with waiting, felt like a selfish man tonight. he could honestly care less about your innocence right now. what he did care about was you, though. sam knew that if you wanted him to continue, he wouldn't be able to stop.

"but what?" sam mumbled, his fingertips digging against your hips. his erection was pressed dangerously against your thigh. he shifted you until you were pressed against him — he knew what he was doing and the effect it was having on you. you didn't answer and could only grumble a complaint out.

"just needa taste you, honey. we don't have to go all the way if you don't want to." sam's words are a contradiction to how he was staring at you. "although, i have thought about doing more." he hums, and he has a slight shit eating grin on his face. it's sort of surprising that this is your sweet sammy.

you're conflicted— this is wrong. sinful. but there was a bubbling heat in your stomach, and you wanted nothing more than to make sam feel good. maybe a part of being human was indulging in your sins. you pout at him slightly, and sam has to stop himself from moving his hips up against you. he doesn't just want this, he needs this. he needs to corrupt you, to ruin your innocence until all you can think about is him.

"fine. be gentle, though, sam. i mean it." you relent, although you didn't need much convincing. honestly, if he tried to pull off of you, you'd be the one begging him to touch you and not the other way around.

"oh, fuck—" sam groans, and he almost instantly falls to his knees. his hands are tugging off your jeans faster than you can process. "you don't know how long i've wanted this." his tone makes you feel dirty, and you can't help when your brows crumple into a slight glare. you didn't know what he was doing, but you wanted him to hurry it up.

you help him kick your jeans off around your ankles and step out of them. you're left in your cotton panties, and for some reason, it turns sam on more to know you weren't planning for this. honestly, neither was he.

"leave these on." two fingers slip underneath the elastic by your thigh, tugging them and letting them go, the fabric snapping against your skin. the action makes you suck in a breath. sam's lips make their way to your upper thighs, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin. it's not enough, and he knows that. he's driving you crazy on purpose to see you squirm for him.

"sam—" you chastise, like a scold, your hand running through his hair and tugging on it gently, trying to bring your hips closer to him. sam fucking moans. he moans at getting his hair pulled, and it makes your brows crease in bewilderment. /you would definitely be keeping that in mind./

sam looks up at you with those same puppydog eyes, and you swear you're going to burst into literal flames and have your wings removed instantly. "needa taste my girl's pussy. y'gonna let me?" sam says softly, his voice muffled by your thigh, gently biting on a spot. when you whimper, he pulls back to kiss at the forming bruise, his hands massaging at the fat of your ass.

truth be told, you'd probably let him fold into a pretzel at this point, but you didn't want to stroke his massive ego.

the noise you make is answer enough, and sam deftly pulls your panties to the side. his hand brings yours to hold them. he needs *both* hands for devouring you. sam's two middle fingers move to collect your slick from your folds, and you shiver. his brows raise, and he smiles again. "you're soaked, baby. you really want me that bad?" he asks, and you're nodding quickly.

sam can't hold back when you look this pretty above him. you can feel his breath against you. even just looking at you bare in front of him is enough to make him want to cum in his fucking jeans.

he flattens his tongue against you, and your hips stutter against his mouth. you've never felt anything like this before. you can feel sam's grin against your cunt, his hands cupping into your ass and pulling your hips further into his mouth.

seeing such a large man, especially one like sam, at his knees, lapping at your pussy like a fucking starved man— it makes your head fuzzy.

without warning, his middle finger slips into you. your hands move to his hair to steady yourself, massaging at the brown strands, pushing some from off his sticky forehead. the concentration on his face is almost cute, but it soon becomes too hard to keep your eyes open.

another finger slips past your folds, and you're mouthing his name like a prayer. his fingers are rocking into you at a slow speed, but his mouth— it was fucking dirty, the way he'd suck on your clit, only pulling away to breathe. everytime he pulled away, a string of saliva followed, connected between you two. his chin was slick with your arousal, his chest panting with heavy breaths. and then he was right back to devouring you.

maybe sam winchester was the devil.

your hands tug on his hair slightly, and sam groans against you. the heat in your stomach was building and sam was near drunk on your pussy. when he looked up at you with those hazel eyes, you moaned, your thighs tremoring.

"sam— sam, it feels too good... please—" you breathed out, panting too now, and sam didn't relent, no matter how hard you were tugging at his hair. his hand was holding your hip hard not daring to let you squirm away from him. indents of his fingertips would ruin your pretty skin by the morning. you had to shy away from his intense gaze.

sam pulled away, still fucking his fingers into you. "eyes on me, baby." he mumbled, before sinking flush against your clit again. you listened, although your face was an embarrassing hue of pink. sam was just as loud and needy, if not worse than you. everytime your thighs clenched around him, or you tugged on his hair, profanities and groans slipped from his lips. he needed you.

sam kept his tongue latched onto you, his eyes showing that he was as desperate as you were to make you cum. the noises he was making were filth, soft grunts and groans, all muffled by your puffy pussy. when your eyes flickered down, you noticed that one of his hands were palming himself through his jeans.

with every shake and spasm, it was like sam knew you were close. he was using his hands to rock your hips more onto his tongue, your weight practically suffocating him. sam would gladly die a happy man in between your folds, if it meant getting to look up at your beautiful face contorting in pleasure. his chest swells at the fact that he is the one who gets to touch you like this.

that feeling returned as quickly as it left, and soon you were cumming on his face, your legs shaking as he kept his fingers curled into your folds. that was probably the best thing you'd felt since coming to earth. sam pressed a kiss to your overstimulated clit, before kissing up your stomach, your breasts, collarbone, and finally standing to his full height over you.

"how was that?" sam asks, licking the wetness off his fingers. as much as he wanted to ruin you, he also wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

heavy pants still wracked both of your bodies, your thighs aching and barely able to hold your own weight. he had the audacity to ask that after making you feel things you hadn't felt in your centuries alive? in between deep breaths, you shot him a slight glare.

"what do you think?" you tutted, puffing his lips out in that gorgeous pout that made sam was to kiss you stupid, holding onto his biceps so you didn't lose balance.

sam grins in response, his hands moving to your bare hips, pressing you into him. his cock was fucking painfully hard and he had to refrain from rutting against you. "i need to fuck you, honey." fuck sam and his beautiful eyes, pleading at you. his hand leads your to palm him from over his jeans, and he moans softly, so prettily.

you were conflicted. you knew his cock would feel so much better than his fingers, but this was wrong. "sammy—" you say in the same chastising voice that drives him insane.

"please, let me fuck you. need to feel you around my dick. fuck, doesn't even have to be all the way." sam pleads, and you have a hard time saying no to that. he was practically begging you. you sigh at how weak you were for this man. "please fuck me, sam."

sam eyes widen slightly, and he can't help his grin as he pushes you back against the bed. his eyes stay on you as he pulls his shirt off, discarding it across the motel floor along with all of yours. you can't help but stare at him. all tanned, scarred, and bruised, despite being young. it was so different compared to your imperfect skin, free of any blemishes or let alone scars.

sam's tantalizingly slow as he takes off his belt, followed by his jeans. he's fucking huge. that much you can tell by his bulge alone. your eyes widen slightly when he strips his boxers off.

he wanted to take his time with you, to treat you like the goddamn angel you were, to wrack every noise he can from your lips. but, sam was impatient as hell. and he was really, really hard.

"you're beautiful." sam coos, caging you in between his much larger frame. there is a shine in his gaze, so soft and loving, that it almost makes you feel queasy. he's not doing this because he's bored or because he wants to get off. sam's doing this because you're his world.

"you're alright." you respond, not able to hold back the giggle that escaped your lips afterward, especially when you felt sam's annoyed sigh against the crook of your neck. you can feel his irritated grin. sam fell in love with that devilish laugh of yours, and he found it endearing that even during this, he could make you sound like that.

it was such a sharp contrast from how emotionless and... awkward— you first were when you met the winchester brothers. sam has loved watching you adapt this sassy personality, loved eyeing you while you admire new things, hearing the way your voice heightened whenever you laughed, the way you took over parts of his and dean's own quirks and personalities.

"just alright? you wound me, angel."

this time, you rolled your eyes. you turn your head to the side to press your lips against the mole below his right eye. "you're beautiful too, sammy. you already know that." you huff out, your tone unmistakably soft. sam scoffed, nipping at her neck slightly. it was nice to hear that from you, regardless of what he thought about himself.

unfortunately for you, the compliment rushes to sam's head. he sits up slightly, his cock pressed against your lower stomach, a hand brushing over your cheek, moving your fanned hair out of your face. "are you sure you're okay with this? we can stop— i'll put on a movie, and we can forget—"

you interrupt sam's worries by pressing a kiss to his palm. "yes sam, i'm sure. please." and that small act of intimacy followed by your voice pleading for him was enough reassurance for sam. no need to tell him twice.

sam pumps himself a few times, his eyes not once leaving yours. "scoot your hips up for me, honey." you oblige, and you can feel his cock pressed against your clothed entrance. the sight leaves nothing for the imagination and sam sighs as his fingers pulls your panties down to your ankles.

sam looks like he's in fucking heaven, his lips parted and staring at you bare in front of him. his thumb habitually moves to your clit, rubbing soft circles against it just to watch you squirm under him.

"sam, quit being a damn tease." you frown and wiggle your hips into his more. his gaze is making you shy, something you didn't know was even possible as an angel.

"innocent angel, my ass." sam mumbles under his breath, but he obliges, lining up his cock to you. he collects your slick with his tip, dragging the wetness over your already overstimulated clit. sam rubs it against your folds a few times, before pressing only about halfway in. the moan that leaves your lips is heavenly, so much so that sam's head has to fall to your shoulder and bites it softly so he doesn't cum too fast like a damn high schooler.

"you're so fucking tight, shit—" sam groans and it's so dirty coming from him. he's usually so sweet to you, so hearing this is different. and arousing. but different. you'd expect this talk out of dean, not sam.

sam really wished he would've slept around a little more in college now because it was taking far too much concentration to not finish already.

"need to fuck you, baby. please." sam all but whimpers out. all of your beliefs, your nightly prayers, all of it was gone the second you felt him inside of you. you can only nod in response, your hands tugging at his waist to come closer to you.

sam stills, looking at you for a moment like he can't believe you want this. and slowly, he pushes in all the way, and you both share a pornographic moan.

sam is quiet as he lets you adjust to his size. he wasn't one to toot his own horn, but he was pretty big. and even though your vessel wasn't a virgin, mentally, you still were. sam had a mantra of things going through his head — the main ones being: please don't cum, please don't cum, please don't cum. don't say i love you. don't move too fast yet. let her adjust.

sam leans down to kiss your forehead. "good?" he hums.

you nod again. "hurts a little." and sam is nothing but patient, kissing each of your temples before brushing your hair away.

"i promise you're doing so good. it's gonna hurt for a moment. it'll feel better soon. just relax." sam murmured against your shoulder, his lips sighing down towards your collarbone. "gonna move now, sweet girl." calloused palms are pressing your thighs to your chest. he leans down enough so you can hold on to his shoulders if you need.

with one hand still on the back of your leg, and the other one cupping one of your breasts, he pulls out almost all the way before rocking in slowly. your eyes screwing shut from pleasure is enough to test the waters with a more heavy thrust. "that's it, baby. look at you—" sam groans, his fingertips digging into your skin. his eyes were glued to where his cock was entering you rhythmically, and god, he could get addicted to that sight. sam could fucking see where the tip of his cock was pressing into your belly. his palm moved over it, adding slight pressure to your lower pelvis. the feeling made him groan out your name softly. he was just as loud as you were. "so beautiful."

part of you wanted sam to shut up so you could focus on the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock, but the other half of you enjoyed the flithy words leaving his flushed lips.

"oh, fuck. sammy, 's too much—" you whimpered out, your hand squeezing his biceps. your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer, the balls of your heels digging against his ass. sam think he likes that you're not very vocal. it makes every beg, every moan that much more special to him. he was the only one who got to see his angel falling apart like this.

everything about sam is fucking massive, from his height, to his sheer size difference over you. it shouldn't have been shocking that his dick was huge too, but you felt it now. you felt every single inch, stretching you out, your arousal slipping down his shaft. sam's thrusts grew more feverish, his shaggy brown bangs falling into his face as his head fell forward slightly. "i know you can handle it baby." he grunted in response to your plea, hazel eyes fucked out with lust.

that feeling in your lower belly returned, and now, at least, you know what it meant. it was overwhelming, but not enough for you. your hand reached for sam's hand, guiding it to you clit. sam thought that was the hottest thing he'd ever fucking seen, and shuddered slightly. "you wanna cum around my cock? is that it, sweetheart?" sam asks, a small, contemplating smile on his lips.

you're writhing under his cock, your back arching off the bed, his thumb rubbing soft circles around your nub. you tap his bicep in warning of your approaching orgasm, but he doesn't stop. he doesn't slow down either. in fact, he ruts his hips faster. the feeling of you clenching around his dick is enough to send him over the edge, too. he's biting down hard on his cheek to stop himself from cumming before you. he wants, needs to see you cum first, before he can.

your face contorts into pleasure, and you cum hard, sam still fucking you through your orgasm. he groans and his eyes close when he watches you making a mess all over him. "thaaat's it. that's my girl." he encourages, the feeling of your walls clenching around him tipping him over the edge. "fuck. gonna fill you up." he grunts against your shoulder, his hips stuttering slightly and you moan as you feel his cock twitch inside you, before you feel cum spurt into your cunt.

sam pulls out a moment after, his eyes blown out when he watches his spend leak from your pulsating hole. he uses two fingers to spread it around over your folds. once he's satisfied with his handiwork, he slumps down into the bed next to you.

you're still a panting, sighing mess. you feel your legs twitch occasionally, and you're finally coming to your senses. you were just fucked stupid by your best friend. a human.

"jesus, sam. is this really what humans are doing?" you ask, out of genuine curiosity, and sam pinches your side with a slight laugh. he looks spent, almost as bad as you. his head falls to your shoulder, pressing his lips to the soft skin present.

"the lucky ones, yeah." sam huffs in amusement. "you're okay, right? i didn't hurt you, or pressure you or anything?" his voice is a little persistent, worried, already overthinking like he wasn't just inside of you.

"'course not. that was amazing. i think i'd go to hell if it meant having sex everyday— i see why castiel was encouraging me into trying this." you tilt your head to the side, and sam raises an eyebrow. he didn't even dare ask what odd things castiel told you about. nor did he want to know. he couldn't see castiel doing anyone without scaring them away with his bluntness first.

sam chooses to ignore that, leaning over to pepper kisses onto your cheeks, nose, and forehead. anywhere you'll let him at this point. "you did amazing. absolutely drained me. y'sure you haven't done that before?" he teases, and you roll your eyes at him. your eyes watched him with concern when sam stood.

"alright, crazy girl. let's get you cleaned up."

[whateveriwant]

Can you please do Task force 141 finding out they’re having quintuplets! I’d imagine that they wouldn’t plan to have that many….at least not all at once 🧍‍♀️

Ghost

When the technician points out the five distinct dots on the ultrasound, he immediately goes dead silent

I mean, he's always pretty quiet anyway, but this is like quiet quiet

He doesn't utter a single word for the rest of the appointment, nor on the ride back home for that matter

This has you more concerned than you care to admit because you know that, not that long ago, he didn't think he'd ever have (much less want) kids of his own some day

So now that he's learned he's about to have five? You can't imagine what's going through his mind right now

It isn't until you're walking through the front door that you're being stopped with a gentle hand tugging on your wrist

You turn to look at him and, without a word, he drops to his knees before you, rolling up the bottom of your shirt to expose your belly

He'll press the softest of kisses just beside your navel, before looking up at you with expressive eyes that convey the foremost thought in his head: Thank you

Soap

Nearly shits a brick the moment the words leave the technician's mouth

All the color swiftly drains from his face and he has to sit down before he keels over right in the middle of the office

It's not so much fear that has him going paper white but pure shock at hearing the unexpected (yet not unhappy) news

While you'd already discussed having a big family together one day, you didn't think you'd get it done in one fell swoop

However, maybe you should've seen it coming since you both come from families that have had multiples

The possibility of this happening was decently high, so in a way, you're not all that surprised by the revelation

Once he's composed himself and is a little less ghostly pale in the face, he's eagerly requesting the technician to print out an excessive number of copies of the ultrasound

Why? Well, he's gotta send them to everyone, of course! His family, your family, all the lads at work. Hell, maybe your neighbor Charlie would like one too. Better print several just in case

Gaz

"C– Come again?" He thinks he misheard the technician at first

However, even hearing it a second time, he has to stand up, round the bed, and get about an inch away from the monitor to confirm for himself

It's almost comical the way his eyes widen at the screen, darting around the black and white image like he can't comprehend what he's seeing

It'll take some coaxing to get him back in his seat, and as he does, you hear him mumbling to himself – something about nappies, never sleeping again, and *shudders* University

At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you see him messing with his hands

He's putting his palm in front of his own stomach then drawing it about a foot or two away, as if trying to visualize the size your belly is destined to grow

Even when you get back home, it's like reality hasn't fully hit him yet

It's not until you find him at 2am looking up double decker prams that you realize it's finally starting to sink in, and he's more than ready for the challenge ahead

Price

Seems awfully calm when the technician breaks the news to you two

Based on his reaction – a light smile and mere "Oh, that's wonderful" – you'd think he'd just been informed of the weather or something

To be honest, his reaction (or lack thereof) is a little disarming, but you don't comment on it until you're buckling up in the car, mentioning his seeming total lack of nerves about the future

He chuckles and jokes that he already has to look after three big kids at work. What's five little ones at home to compare?

Though you think you can see what he's getting at, his cool-headedness about it all still has you in a bit of a tizzy

Is he not even a little surprised by the news? After all, it's not every day that people fall pregnant with quintuplets

At your question, he smiles and leans to press a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. When he pulls back, he's smirking, giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen from a man

"Told you I've got strong swimmers, love"

[47lake]

pretty on camera

synopsis: your best friend billie eilish calls you late at night and guides you through it.

you looked over at the alarm clock on your side table. it read 12:38 am, you were up late studying for a surprise exam you have tomorrow that you just found out about today, super fun.

you couldn't focus, you kept thinking about her, you knew you shouldn't. billie was your closest friend, besides she doesn't think of you that way, why would she?

you were mulling over the idea of giving up and calling it a night when your phone screen lit up the room.

bil

wyd

sent 12:43 am

could she hear your thoughts? you sat there for a moment thinking of a response.

not much, just studying

fuck me, i hate this class

sent 12:44

you watched those three little dots pop up and go away for what felt like an eternity. did she fall asleep? why won't she just send her message?

bil

well damn i've been trying 😒

sent 12:49

your stomach flipped. she's just kidding. she has to be kidding, right?

don’t play with me

sent 12:50

bil

why not? you'd like it anyways 🥱

sent 12:51

you quickly locked your phone and shoved your face in your pillow. did she really just say that? is she really doing this? is she drunk? what is going on???

you picked your phone up and watched it ring, your heart was already beating from the texts but now you’re expected to be able to actually talk to her?! you slowly pressed accept and held it up to your ear.

“hi.”

you could hear her smiling, her voice always changes when she smiles.

“hey!”

you say a bit too excitedly. your face and ears heat up, how could she get this much of a reaction out of you so easily?

“so, what are you up to?”

you practically blurted out, maybe if you filled the air your mind wouldn’t run with all the ways ways she could touch y-

“not much,”

her voice cutting your thoughts off.

“i was just thinking.”

she could tell you were nervous, and you hated it.

“thinking about what?”

you heard her chuckle, she could be so cocky

“oh you know, this and that.”

you stared at your wall.

“you’re the one that called me, you remember that right?”

she went quiet for a second, you were shocked. usually when you make a crack at her she’ll tell you to shut up or make one back, what was up with her?

“sorry, you just make me nervous sometimes.”

you could tell she was embarrassed, you were surprised. she never acts like this, usually it’s all ‘i’m so cool and tough blah blah blah.’

it worked for her, though, she could pull off anything she wanted to, even your- you zoned back in remembering she’s on the other end of the phone.

“only sometimes?”

you asked, trying to seem unbothered, and failing unfortunately.

“actually i meant to say you make me nervous all the time, pretty girl.”

your entire face heated up after she said that, you covered your mouth in disbelief she was actually talking to you like this.

“you there?”

she asked, she knew you were there, hell she was practically giggling at the way you were reacting to what she was saying.

“yeah, i’m here.”

you put your head in your hand when you realized you just stuttered when you answered her. she’s gonna have a field day with this.

“something wrong?”

you heard her smile, god why is she so fucking cocky.

“no nope! i’m totally fine don’t worry.”

too much. she definitely knew now. fuck.

“can i tell you something?”

why was she asking you, you both knew she was gonna tell you anyways.

“i think about how pretty you would sound all the fucking time.”

you heard a gasp fall out of your mouth. you couldn’t think.

“billie..”

did you really just say that?? god you really hated how easily she got to you.

“you like that?”

how is she so fucking hot so easily, she isn’t even trying.

“yeah..”

it’s like your mouth had a mind of its own. you could feel yourself soaking through your boxers, if she could see you like this you knew she would love it.

you pulled your phone away from your ear as it lit up with a facetime request. your mind raced, picturing what was about to happen. you pressed accept.

quickly you saw her face pop up on your screen, you smiled without realizing.

"someone's happy to see me."

you rolled your eyes knowing she was right.

"shut up."

you propped your phone up, putting most of your body in view as you sat up in your bed. you watched her scan you over, there wasn't much to see. you were in a off the shoulder sweatshirt with some boxers, nothing exciting. however she seemed to be utterly captivated.

"fuck."

she said under her breath, taking you in. you still weren't sure how your current appearance was this exciting.

"take your shirt off."

you sat there in shock.

"what?"

you wanted to make sure you heard her correctly.

"i said take your shirt off pretty girl, come on you can listen can't you?"

your face went hot but you did as she said, you could feel her gaze against your skin as you tossed the shirt to the side, revealing your bare chest.

"god you're so perfect, you have no idea how long i've wanted this."

you felt the heat between your thighs start to pool in your boxers. she hadn't even done anything yet, how were you getting this worked up??

"did you hear me?"

she asked, fuck were you really that zoned out??

"i'm sorry what'd you say?"

she laughed and you hid your face in your hands, making it obvious how nervous she made you.

"i asked, how bad do you want me?”

you gasped and felt your whole body heat up,

"can i show you?"

you asked quietly, she nodded and watched as you pulled your boxers off, leaving you fully exposed.

you slowly trailed your fingers down and started circling your clit.

"i think about you fucking me all the time billie, please."

her gaze low as her eyes darted around your body, trying to take everything in.

"you’re so fucking good, you look so beautiful."

you giggled now that she was the flustered one.

"go faster."

wow, she regained her composure quick. you did as you were told and began to moan out, imagining your fingers were her's.

"look at you, so desperate for me, you've wanted this for a long time haven't you?"

her words sending shivers across your skin, you loved how she was talking to you.

"you look so pretty on camera."

you moaned her name and she started to breathe heavier as she watched you dip your fingers into your center, easily sliding in.

"look at how wet you are, all this is just for me?"

your back arched and your free hand gripped the sheets beneath you.

"yes billie, it's just for you."

you started to pick up momentum and she watched in awe as you fucked yourself for her to watch. you felt a knot forming in your stomach, biting your lip as you body began to shake.

"what do you want?"

you whimpered, she knew what you wanted but you were too shy.

"i want you to say it sweet girl."

you whined as you tried to hold yourself together.

"please let me cum for you billie, please."

you watched her cocky grin come back,

"i love the way you beg, go ahead pretty girl. make a mess just for me."

you finally released against your fingers, laying back as you tried to catch your breath.

"that's my girl."

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Part One Of Summer Love: ‘Camp Wookiee’

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in hindsight, you probably should have been listening to what the camp director, Bail; was saying. in your defense no one else was, which you would later find out was because they've all heard the same speech, rules, and warnings a dozen times already.

you were busy scanning over all the faces on the screen- well the ones who had their cameras on anyway. each person you'd seen so far was shockingly attractive, a few people in particular caught your eye. A girl, Padme Amidala. A boy, Ben Kenobi. and lastly the executive director who was simply watching Bail speak to make sure it was done correctly, Qui-Gon Jinn.

the only thing that snapped you out of your admiration was the sound of your phone pinging, thankfully you were muted. glancing at your phone you saw the contact belonging to your best friend Honey and made the instant decision that she was far more important than what was happening on the Zoom call.

so you not so secretly reached for the mouse and clicked the camera button off, relaxing when you knew no one could see you anymore.

'how's the call going?' her first message read, followed by 'anyone cute on the staff 👀' making you snort.

you lean back in your chair while you type back 'i think it may be a requirement to be at least an 8/10 just to get hired’ you watch as three dots appear on the corner of the phone screen.

'well it's a good thing you're absolutely stunning 😚' you read when her message finally sent and you can't help but smile big. you loved this girl, she always knew what to say to make your day brighter even on an already sunny day.

you're about to text back when the Camp Director's words finally get your attention "And i think that's everything you'll need to know! now if you have any questions feel free to message me or Qui-gon Jinn privately. though i would like to remind you all, most of the basic information you need can be found directly on the Camps Website." shit you really should have been paying attention, they were supposed to went over the different roles that would be at the camp more in-depth during this call.

like hell you'd reach out to either of them privately and admit you weren't listening though, you bite your lower lip and slink back into your chair. "We look forward to welcoming you all to Camp Wookiee in person, see you in two weeks" Qui-Gon says right before ending the Zoom call leaving you staring at your computer screen blankly. fuck.

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in the end it was Honey who had helped you calm down from the freak out you had after the Zoom call, and two weeks went by faster than you thought it would.

you still had a day before you had to be at the camp but because of how far you lived you planned on leaving within the next couple of hours.

"i think you need to calm down" Honey says from where she's sat on your bed, she'd been watching you run around her and haphazardly chuck things into your suitcase that you knew you'd need based on the email that was sent out last week on what would be supplied for you at the camp.

"i'm calm" you rush out while running a hand through your hair, pushing down the slight panic you felt in your chest. man you really should have paid attention on that call.

"you're going to be fiiiine, i doubt they'll kick you out of the camp for something as small as not paying attention during a Zoom meeting- that wasn't even mandatory by the way" to her credit she makes some good points, however the zoom meeting was highly encouraged for newcomers and you fall in that category.

“it's not like they're going to quiz you y/n" you let out a groan at her words whilst shoving the last of the items you needed in your suitcase and zipping it up.

"i know, i know- i just don't want to seem irresponsible" you huff while plopping down on the bed next to her. "or embarrass myself because i probably missed a massive amount of information" definitely missed a massive amount of information more like- the call was an hour long…

"whatever they told you in the call they'll definitely go over again at the Camp, we've been over this." Honey reaches over and lightly pinches your arm making you laugh as you pull away. "and before you say 'we don't know that for sure' we do know that for sure because it's supposed to be a staff of forty and only fifteen of you were actually on the call" she raises a pointed brow and you let out a sigh knowing she's right.

"okay, i'll try my best to not panic the whole ride to the camp" you say with a half smile, standing up and stretching. "i should probably leave now if i wanna get there on time tomorrow" you mumble glancing at the time on your phone, 8:30 pm.

"are you sure you don't want me to drive you? i just don't think it's wise to be driving all night and then be exhausted for the actual first day there" she'd already offered at least ten times and you'd already declined what felt like a dozen more.

"i'm sure, worst case i'll be a little sleepy but it's not like i'll be taking care of the campers the first day. staff has to show up a week before to get more comfortable in their roles" you say confidently, it was the one piece of info you did learn from the Zoom call before you started drooling over how attractive each member of the staff was.

"mhm, well i'll carry your pillow for you" she said while making a kissy face at you jokingly.

"awww thanks, how generous of you to leave the heavy stuff for me to carry" you say with a roll of your eyes as you begin to lug your suitcase down the stairs.

"really? no thank you kiss" Honey feigns hurt before snatching your pillow off your bed and quickly catching up to you.

"all of my kisses are reserved for my future love" you joke, and Honey purposely bumps into you with her hip before you can get to the door making you sway ever so slightly.

"lame, no boy deserves your love- they all suck" fair point you had to admit, honestly you only signed up to work at the camp for the social interaction. the most you plan is to have a hallway crush on one of the staff members just to save you from boredom and then forget about said crush as soon as you return home in the fall.

you pop the trunk of your car while Honey locks up your shared house. she was going back home for the summer to visit family, not wanting to be left completely alone for months on end and become a statistic. her words, not yours.

"i guess this is goodbye" she says with a finality to it, putting on her best sad voice. you laugh as she throws the pillow she was holding in the trunk and closes it.

"you make it sound like i’m dying or leaving forever" the drama from this girl, it’s not like you’re much better though. she fake sniffles and places a hand on her forehead putting on her best damsel in distress performance.

"my love is going off to war and she jokes as if she isn't leaving me for two months" there’s a smile peaking through as she speaks and you can't help but laugh, throwing your arms around her in a hug.

"i love you so much, i don't know how i’m going to survive without you" you say half joking as you go along with her antics. truth be told, you really don't know how you're going to survive without her. you both spend just about every second of every day in each other's company and even when you aren't you message so much you might as well be hanging out in person anyway.

you checked the Camp's Website before you applied and know that they do have wifi for staff and the kids mostly in case of emergencies, but just because there is wifi doesn't mean it's good wifi. it's the middle of the woods after all, you'll be lucky if photos even go through.

you both pull apart with matching toothy grins on your faces. "text me when you get to the camp?" Honey asks and you nod knowing she just wants to make sure you get there safe.

"of course, text me when you get to your parent's house?" you watch her smile grow wider while opening the car door.

"always" she responds while you climb in and buckle. "see you in two months" she shouts once the door is closed, you roll the window down and she pokes her head and arms through so you can both share one last slightly awkward hug.

"see you in two months, don't forget me while i'm gone" you say with an exaggerated pout as she pulls out of the window, standing a few steps back from the car so you can pull out of the parking lot properly.

"how could i forget a face like that" you hear her say as you roll the window back up, blasting the air conditioner.

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the actual drive to Camp Wookiee wasn't too bad, you know excluding the fact you were up all night. but every negative has a positive, the positive of this being you managed to make it to the camp an hour before you needed to be.

turning onto the gravel road sent a chill up your back, a mix of excitement and nerves. the yawn that exited your mouth showing the exact opposite of that though and the closer you get to the end of the drive the more tired you realize you are. you make a mental note to take a nap once you've parked.

pushing down another yawn as you pull into the staff parking area you immediately do a double take and decide against a nap not even a minute later. there were five cars already parked side by side, and a group of people standing in front of one just chatting.

you only recognized one of them because he was on the Zoom call, Ben Kenobi at least that's who you think it was. It'd been two weeks so maybe you were mixing up names. either way, you avoid making accidental eye contact with any of them making sure to focus entirely on parking in a straight line.

now to sit in the car and pretend like you hadn't been seen or to get out and greet the four men? you ask yourself with your hand hovering over the keys, debating whether to turn off the engine.

you look at your side mirror taking in the three men you didn't recognize. all tall- one of them was bald, another with a blonde buzzcut and lastly a boy with curly sandy blonde hair, you couldn't see his face though.

he was turned completely towards the man who you were pretty sure was Ben. after weighing your options you decided staying inside the car seemed like the best option compared to meeting four men at once.

you'd rather run into four bears, after all you didn't know what kind of people they were and you certainly didn't want to find out by yourself. maybe when more staff got here you'd be braver, in the meantime you shift your hand from hovering over the keys to the volume knob. turning up the music ever so slightly to drown out any chatter you may hear and leaning back in the seat, unbuckling yourself just to be a little more comfortable.

you look out the windshield taking in the beauty of the forest, the green from the trees reflecting slightly onto your car thanks to the sun. it was serene but short-lived as you jump from someone knocking on your window.

"sorry didn't mean to startle you" Ben said carefully as you rolled down the window. "we saw you pull in and realized you must be the new girl" he said while pointing his thumb over his shoulder, clearly referring to the three men he was originally standing with.

"new girl… like singular?" you blink confused, wouldn't there be other new girls- oh no what if you were the only new girl and the rest of the new staff were all guys?? you felt a bubble of panic begin to brew in your stomach.

"well new worker in general, everyone else working this year are returning Staff from last year." well that's almost worse, at least if it was only guys you'd still have a chance to befriend people. the staff all already knowing each other meant they'd already formed their clicks leaving you to fight for a way in. so much for joining the camp for social interactions, looks like the most educated conversation you'll be having is with some 10-year-old about whatever cartoon they're into.

you press your lips into a thin line before forcing a small polite smile. "my name is y/n" you extend your hand to him and he shakes it with a somewhat firm grip.

"Ben Kenobi, don't suppose you want to come with us onto the actual campgrounds?" you knit your brows together in confusion, turning to the clock thinking your car might have fucked up again and given you the wrong time. Ben seems to read your mind though, letting out a soft laugh before speaking up. "you're not late if that's what you're wondering. Windu is one of the camp directors, he's been setting up since 7:00 o’clock this morning along with Jinn. as long as they're here we're allowed on campgrounds even before the official start time."

okay so maybe Honey’s gotten into your head with all of her true crime stories. you relax at his explanation, reaching over and turning off your engine. "yea i'd appreciate that because i have no clue where i’m supposed to go in all honesty." he nods, taking a step back so you can climb out of the car. it felt nice being able to finally stretch out your legs after the long drive.

"i'll introduce you to everyone. Come on, oh and you can leave your stuff in the car for now. you won't know which cabin to put it in until later anyway." you give a small hum of acknowledgment and lock the car behind you before following after him.

as soon as you came to a stop in front of everyone all eyes were on you, maybe it was the height differences but you honestly felt like a little kid. "this is Windu, one of the camp directors" Ben introduces and when he politely offers you his hand with a somewhat stern look you shake it.

"don't let him scare you, he's nicer than he looks. his face is just stuck like that" you turn your head to whoever made the jab; the boy with sandy blond hair. his eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and he wore a smug smile on his face- he was probably the prettiest boy you'd ever seen.

you want to laugh but aren't sure if it'd be appropriate considering the man he was making fun of was your boss, but when Windu just rolls his eyes with a sigh you get the idea that this is a normal occurrence around here.

"I'm Anakin" he introduces himself and sticks out his hand for you to shake, you shyly take it and his hand engulf yours. there was a confidence to him you noticed or maybe an arrogance but who were you to judge someone you just met?

"ignore him y/n, he's an idiot who'd probably turn up late if he hadn't carpooled with me" Ben interjects pulling your attention away from Anakin, your hands slipping from each other in the process.

"hey i'm never late" He denies but judging from the smile on his face and the lack of actual sincerity in his voice you could tell he didn't even believe himself.

"yes you are and the only times you're not is when i drive you" Ben says with a roll of his eyes and Anakin throws his hands up in defense. you can't help but smile, holding back a laugh as you watch the two interact. it was clear just how close the two were from how they bantered but the fact they carpooled together confirmed it for you.

"I'm Rex" the last man spoke up, he had a small smile on his face, one that seemed endearing like he too enjoyed watching Anakin and Ben's dynamic.

"like a T-Rex?" you ask jokingly, it felt like the natural thing to do. if they all could tease each other who's to say you can't either; when Anakin let out a snort followed by a few snickers which then morphed into genuine laughter when he saw Rex's disgruntled face you felt like you'd made the right choice.

Rex rolled his eyes but smiled after shoving Anakin away. "looks like you're gonna fit right in here y/n" he said while crossing his arms, and you couldn't help but beam.

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so much for fear of having to fight a way in, you'd spent the last hour just getting to know Ben, Anakin and Rex. Windu had to go back to actually helping prep with Jinn and Bail.

throughout the hour more people had shown up and made their introductions to you, and as it turns out everyone got along with each other. well in their own way, there was definitely some not-so-secret animosity between some people but they didn't let it interfere with the general welcoming feel of the whole camp.

eventually, the introductions stopped and the only reason you got anyone's name was because Ben whispered them over to you.

"good morning everyone!" the chatter throughout the room quickly died down as Qui-Gon Jinn's voice echoed throughout the Log Hall. "i'm going to make this brief since all of you have heard this speech before" you felt your stomach drop, right everyone working this year was returning staff besides you.

so much for Honey's 'remain calm because they'll go over it again for the people who didn't show up on the call' advice. despite the fear you couldn't wait to text Honey and say 'i told you my fears were valid' the second you got to the room you'd be staying in.

"Today is all about settling in, so don't get too worried that we're putting you to work immediately." he said with a smile and teasing tone. if only it had the calming effect he'd intended it to have.

"Mace Windu has posted all of the info about where you will be staying, who you'll be bunking with, and which cabins you'll be responsible for on the wall over there" He motions to where Windu is standing on the opposite end of the lodge and Windu waves back.

it was pretty clear that most of this speech was meant for you and you alone given the fact that everyone else was on their phones or having hushed conversations. it made your cheeks flush slightly but you were internally grateful.

"additional camp roles are next to your names on the roster as well, and remember campers will be arriving Monday morning next week. in the meantime relax, enjoy yourselves, get used to the environment and we will see you for dinner at 5:00" he finishes with a clap of his hands, and the room erupts into loud chatter again.

"i wonder who y/n will be partnered with, she's the outlier" Rex questioned out loud, you angle yourself in his direction and he begins to clarify himself. "we've had the same partners for the last two years." you quirk a brow wondering how that's going to work, with you here there was an odd number of counselors.

"they're putting us counselors in groups of three this year" Ben states, he seems to always manages to answer your unasked questions. "i asked Jinn a few weeks ago when i heard they were hiring a new staff member."

Anakin rolls his eyes from his seat beside you, why he chose to sit there instead of spacing out more like Rex and Ben did you weren't sure; but the small heat radiating from his thigh onto yours and the tickle of his skin every time his arm brushed against you kept you from wanting to voice the question out loud.

"of course you asked, honestly i don't get why you don't just apply for a position as Camp director yet" Anakin huffed and you bit back a smile.

"if i did that you'd be out of a ride, Camp directors arrive even earlier than counselors." he retorts.

"aww you really care about me" Anakin joked, putting a hand over his heart and laying it on thick. you couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of you and could only wonder if this is how people felt when watching you and Honey interact with one another.

Anakin turned towards you looking happy just to have made you laugh. you could get used to his attention on you that's for sure, looks like you found that hallway crush for the summer.

"i think you're partnered up with Padme" Ben says effectively interrupting whatever moment you and Anakin were having. you remember that name, she was the girl you had admired on the Zoom call- natural beauty that's for sure.

you had a feeling you two would get along, what you didn't like however was the feeling you got when you noticed Anakin light up more than you thought humanly possible just at the mere mention of her name. shit.

"oh here he goes" Ben says as Anakin begins to rant about just how gorgeous and amazing Padme is, Anakin just continues like he didn't hear him say anything at all. "he's had a crush on her since his first year working at the camp" Ben says directly towards you, the information not news to Rex.

this just served as another reminder that you were the only new person working at the camp this year, what a shame too. you could get over it though, you'd only known Anakin for what? a little over an hour maybe. at the very least you two had a good connection so friends it was.

you hadn't noticed but you started to resign yourself from the conversation as Anakin went on and on about Padme making Ben and Rex tease him even more. voices blurred together and you found yourself completely tuning out the world around you- maybe this was going to be a little harder than you thought.

a tap on your shoulder tethered you back to reality, you turned completely to see who was trying to get your attention.

had she somehow gotten even prettier in person? Padme stood behind you with her long curly brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and off her neck. she was wearing her camp Issued T-shirt already, it was cream-colored with the Camp Wookiee logo right in the middle.

"hey! I'm Padme" she says with a smile extending her hand. her smile was perfect and made you feel guilty somehow, how could you feel negative about someone who seemed as sweet as they were beautiful? you shake her hand whilst mirroring the same smile on her face.

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you" all you could think was that her and Anakin certainly would make the most stunning couple. if he had a crush on her since his first year did she just not realize or not care.

the latter made your heart flutter with hope which you quickly shoved down with disgust at just how quickly you managed to crush on him. Honey would be so disappointed in you or eat up every second of this, probably both knowing her.

"sorry if this is kind of random but i just checked the roster and saw that we were partnered up. well you, me and Jasmine but she's already headed to the cabin we'll be staying at and responsible for." she spoke with a sugar-sweet tone, not the kind that made you feel sick to the stomach; when she spoke it was genuine kindness not a single ounce of malice to be found. "i was going to head there now but figured you might want to walk with me since i'd be easier than finding it yourself. trust me the signposts can get confusing quickly."

"that would be amazing, thank you so much" you say while standing up. you hadn't noticed the silence coming from the three boys until Rex and Ben finally spoke up to say their goodbyes to you.

Anakin seemed a bit awestruck by Padme's presence alone, it was kind of funny to see. you give him a knowing look while simultaneously pushing down that nasty taste that began to cling to the back of your throat. he smiled thankfully not noticing any changes in your behavior and gave you a soft goodbye of his own.

"come on, i'll help you carry your stuff from your car." Padme said and began leading the way out of the hall.

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a groan of relief leaves your body as you finally plop down on the bed in the cabin. your spine burns with pain before melting into comfort as you relax all the muscles in your body.

the part of the cabin you were staying in wasn't super spacious but it was cozy, there were two bunk beds and to your surprise, Padme and Jasmine chose separate bunks. maybe they weren't close but you still figure they'd rather bunk together than with a stranger or maybe they both just wanted the top bunk and that's the actual reason they didn't choose the same one, you didn't bother asking.

you went with the bottom bunk of Padme's, you may not know either of the girls but at least she'd gone out of her way to help you find the cabin and explain how everything was going to work.

according to Padme, there are a bunch of different cabins all with different names. the one you'd be staying at was called Naboo, Anakin and Ben were at the Coruscant cabin, Rex was staying at the Alderaan cabin.

each cabin has the same layout; there's the staff cabin room where the counselors stay which is directly connected to the room where the campers will be staying because it's easier to supervise them that way. then there's a bathroom with multiple stalls and a shower room for everyone in the cabin to use. simple really but not like you needed anything fancy.

the staff cabin room itself has two dressers to be shared amongst whoever's staying there, you and Padme were sharing one and Jasmine had the other dresser too herself. you didn't mind, both you and Padme were pretty conscious about the space you took up so you both managed to fit everything you brought into one out of the two long drawers.

you turn your head to look over at Jasmine, she was beautiful. she had fine long black hair and hazel eyes that seemed to lean more green in the shitty cabin light. your joke with Honey about being at least an 8/10 to be hired was not really feeling like a joke anymore. speaking of Honey, you really should text her.

just as you're about to pull out your phone Padme walks back into the room; she'd left to use the bathroom after helping you settle in. you smile at her when you both make eye contact and she's quick to plop down on the edge of the bed next to you.

Maybe you were imagining it but there felt like a small tension in the air, not between you and Padme but between her and Jasmine. perhaps it was the way Jasmine furrowed her brows the second Padme entered the room or the way she turned to face the wall and focus extra hard on her phone but something was definitely off- lots of puzzle pieces you itched to put together.

"so y/n" she started and you sat up to make more room on the bed before she continued. she happily took up the silent offer, moving to sit properly in the middle so you guys could face each other criss-cross applesauce. "what brings you to Camp Wookiee?" ah so this is going to go the 21 questions route, sorry Honey looks like you're not getting updates anytime soon.

"i just thought it would be fun and a good way to meet new people" plus the pay at this camp in particular was extremely good but you weren't going to say that out loud.

"well good news the people here are great" you swear she mumbled 'some more than others' at the end of that.

"anybody you'd recommend i avoid?" you ask unable to brush it off.

"i-" you watch as her eyes briefly flutter over to Jasmine before she clears her throat and locks eyes with you again. "i'm not sure that's my place to say, but i can say you've done a pretty good job so far of choosing who to hang out with." that was genuine and so was that tension you sensed earlier.

"Anakin, Ben and Rex you mean?" she nods while leaning back onto her hands a bit, letting whatever negative thoughts she held towards the third person in the room roll off her shoulders.

you and Padme clicked pretty quickly after that, and throughout your talk you learned what you'd be in charge of once the campers arrived. you'd be partnered with Anakin and Rex at the arts and crafts center which you were a little bit more excited for than you'd care to admit. she was in charge of the zip line course this year along with Ben, the three camp directors deemed them both the most responsible which seemed to check out.

time seemed to fly talking with her, she had an easygoing air about her that made conversation flow naturally- what on earth could Jasmine have done to make someone like that not like her? weird.

you decided that you'd make it your mission to find out after you discovered she shared the same favorite dessert with you, followed by your favorite book. after all someone with as good a taste as that has to have a valid reason not to like another person.

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you both kept chatting while walking side by side to the Log Hall for dinner with Jasmine not far behind. when you enter the Hall you're flagged down by the boys almost immediately.

"you can go sit with them" Padme said after realizing where you were looking.

"you don't wanna sit with them?" you ask curiously as you both move into the food line.

"i don't mind it.." she trails off while grabbing an apple to put on her tray.

"but you'd rather not." you finish her sentence for her. "i thought you said they were good people?" she hands you a pudding cup with a reassuring smile when she reads the confusion and worry on your face.

"they are, i'd just prefer to spend my time with my friends" she says while pointing with her chin to a group of girls on the opposite side of the hall. "you're welcome to join me, i just figured you'd want to be with them." she shrugs her shoulders, the choice was up to you.

you go through the rest of the line stuck in an internal debate as your tray fills up. it's not that you didn't want to sit with the boys, just you really wanted to sit with Padme and maybe you'd get along well with her friends; but then again the boys clearly wanted you to sit with them.

already having to pick sides and you're not even a full day in yet, you had to fight off the urge to audibly sigh.

"any chance your friends would move tables?" the question tumbled out of your mouth before you could think twice. was it rude to ask that? too late now.

"maybe tomorrow" she offered, and you couldn't help but frown. it was a perfectly reasonable answer just not the one you were hoping for.

"no it's okay actually, i'll just sit with you guys." this time she frowned.

"y/n i promise i won't be offended if you wanna go sit with them instead of me" she said with a laugh half teasing half sincere.

"i knoooww, but i wanna sit with all of you guys" you grumble, ever the indecisive person and always the people pleaser.

"okay then how about the boys come sit with us" you raise a brow as she turns to them, waves and then points to her table. they get the idea and stand up with their trays, you feel a little guilty for having them move but they didn't seem to mind at all.

there's a bit of an awkwardness at first as both groups learn to navigate around each other. you notice pretty quickly how almost polar opposite the boys are from Padme's friends. her friends were as calm and easygoing as her, the boys were full of energy and teasing- well Ben and Rex seemed to be able to reign it in a lot more than Anakin. which to be fair they already had calmer vibes than him anyway.

"she's great right?" Anakin asked you quietly with a nudge of his elbow. he chose to sit next to you again, there was plenty of space for him on the bench to scooch down but it didn't seem like he was aware of that. more likely he was and simply put just didn't care. you raise a brow, "Padme" he added quickly before you could ask.

there's that taste again. you push it down, taking a scoop out of your pudding cup as you nod "yea she is, we get along well too" you answer honestly making sure to sound more enthusiastic than you felt.

the blinding smile he gives you at the confession makes you wish you'd chosen to just sit with the girls alone. pitiful. "what're you two whispering about?" Padme asks with a smile and a look in her eyes that you couldn't decipher.

"just about how great it's gonna be working in the crafts center together, Rex is going to hate us by the end of camp" Anakin answers for the both of you, the lie rolling off his tongue naturally.

"going to? who's to say i don't already" Rex says with a cross of his arms and Anakin rolls his eyes.

"hey what'd i do?" you frown and Rex smiles.

"the first thing you did was compare me to a T-Rex" he defends his prior statement.

"i did no such thing!" you say through a laugh.

he points at you accusingly before saying "like a T-Rex?" in a high-pitched tone mocking you, you can't even take offense because he sounds so unserious.

"i don't sound like that Rex" you snicker only for Anakin to cut in.

"you're right, you sound more like this" he says while pinching his nose to sound nasally and you punch him in the arm. "ow, she hit me!" he says in artificial pain acting like you truly wounded him as he rubs the spot you punched.

"i definitely don't sound like that" you huff and Padme backs you up.

"hmm i'm probably mixing it up with Rex's voice then" he says smugly and Rex kicks him from under the table, judging from the wince he lets out it must have truly hurt unlike your punch.

"no kicking" Ben chastises Rex and Anakin decides no one is safe as he mocks him in a nasally voice too. "oh real mature Anakin" Ben rolls his eyes but there's no real fire behind it as you all poke fun at each other for the rest of dinner.

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"do you have a crush on Anakin?" you whip your head towards Padme blinking rapidly confused and trying to process if you heard her correctly. she didn't repeat herself nor back down.

bold of her to ask that when the man she's talking about is not even five feet away; you had all split up heading in opposite directions towards your respective cabins. "no i don't have a crush on him, why?"

she purses her lips in thought "it seems like he likes you and vice versa" you laugh loud and abrupt, this time she's the one staring at you confused.

"wait you're serious?" you stop in your tracks but she continues walking. well that crushes your hopes of her knowing about his crush and just not reciprocating.

"you'd make a cute couple" she says with a shrug of her shoulders, the absolute irony.

"i just met him today" you say; speeding to catch up with her again. she just smiles and gives you that look she gave you in the log hall again. "i'm serious Padme!" you've grown more defensive than you needed to be.

"so am i" Unbelievable. This wasn't just ironic, it was cruel. you frown and resist the urge to roll your eyes at your own rotten luck.

"i'm too tired for this" half-truth. you were tired, you'd been up all night driving and managed to power through the day without truly resting. however you definitely were not going to be able to get to sleep once you did settle down, instead you'd be replaying every interaction from today in your head.

you did just that after changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth; groaning softly into your pillow once you finally crashed onto your bed. Padme and Jasmine had their headphones on so you were thankfully in the clear.

the feeling of your phone vibrating next to your head was what pulled you from the self-inflicted torture of your spiraling mind. it took you a few minutes to motivate yourself to even lift your head, which felt ten times heavier than usual. probably due to exhaustion.

'don't tell me you died 😱' you can't help the grin that grows on your lips as you read Honey's message, and then you notice the notification wall of 15 other messages from her. oops. you turn onto your back and open your phone to respond.

'die and leave you alone in life? i would never' you type out quickly before reading through her other messages. 'just landed' followed by 'my parents decided to throw me a surprise party sos' and then a string of updates while the party happened.

most people would think Honey is a pretty social person based on how she is when she's with you, most people would be wrong. Honey has the social battery of a grape. she also requires at least a full day by herself in her room with hot chocolate and a book to recharge properly.

'my love has returned from war 🥹' you giggle not realizing how much you missed her until now and that's when you begin to feel homesick. Honey was your home as corny as that sounded. sisters in another life Platonic soulmates in this one; at least that's what you both always said.

'i've got so much to tell you abouutt' where to even start- i'd be easier to just send a voice message but you didn't feel comfortable enough to venture anywhere on your own yet and find somewhere to update her.

'i'm sat' from the beginning it is then.

you spent the next fifteen minutes just debriefing with her and when you finished she found the Instagram accounts of every person you mentioned.

'oh wow he is cute, no wonder you like him' she says after sending a post from Anakin's account. Ben was in the photo and it looked like it was Anakin's 19th birthday judging by the candles on the cake he was holding.

'i don't like him…' you defend but then remember who you're talking to and add 'yet- besides he likes someone else!!'

'someone who doesn't like him back' she sends back just as quickly and you stick your tongue out at her through the screen even though she can't see it.

'she never specified that, and either way i can't change the fact he likes her' you argue and Honey thankfully lets up.

''would it be weird if i followed Ben's account?' beautiful subject change Honey, you couldn't have done it better yourself.

'Ben really 😏?' you smile as you hit send liking being on the opposite end of the teasing.

'you're right too weird 😔' she replies and you two go back and forth for a while before finally calling it a night.

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the sunlight peeking through from the lack of blinds is what woke you up, but rather than opening up your eyes to start the day you just groaned and turned towards the wall; burrowing your face into your pillow hoping for even just a few more seconds of sleep.

there's a muffled giggle from behind you that reminds you there are two other people in the room with you. poking your head up and turning towards the sound you see Padme staring at you with an amused smile while she brushes her hair back into a ponytail. she gets it on the first try too, unfair. you have to rage quit at least three times before your ponytail is even remotely smooth enough to gaslight yourself into thinking it looks good.

"good news you don't have to be up for another hour" she says while looking at the built-in wall mirror, checking to make sure her hair looks good you guessed.

"well i'm up now" you rasp out and she laughs while you clear your throat, stretching out fully before sitting up and rubbing the crud out of your eyes.

"you're not a morning person are you?" she seems very entertained by the beast you wake up as. Honey once compared you to a bear coming out of hibernation when you woke up the first time you guys had a sleepover, you couldn't deny the accuracy.

"not really…" you trail off while fighting back a yawn. there's a small silence while Padme squirts sunscreen into her hands and begins to apply it on her face and arms. you take the moment to look around the room, Jasmine's bed is empty. evidently, you were the only non morning person here.

"do you want me to walk you to the crafts center?" you hum in thought at Padme's question while you clumsily stumble out of your bed.

"don't we have breakfast first?" you question while pulling out your clothes for the day, including your own Camp Wookiee Shirt.

"yea but it's probably a smart idea to figure out where you'll be heading to afterward" she answers, turning around to give you privacy while you change.

"won't i be able to walk with Rex or Anakin?" you ask, and she shrugs as you zip up your shorts and give her the okay to turn back around.

"Rex probably, Anakin no." you raise a brow and she hands you her sunscreen, before you can refuse her she gives you a look you’d only seen your mom give you when you weren’t listening. you don't bother arguing as she was not going to take no for an answer. "Anakin isn't a morning person either- he never shows up to breakfast. which is probably why he always steals Ben's lunch."

"and Ben lets him?" you snort and Padme nods.

"they grew up together, really close families. he sorta takes care of Anakin like an older brother i suppose." you smile at the thought of a young Ben taking care of an even younger Anakin.

"where's Jasmine gone? i haven't gotten the chance to speak to her at all." Padme doesn't bother to hide her sour expression, guess she trusts you enough now to let her true feelings show or she always did but didn’t want to do anything while Jasmine was in the room.

"Jasmine doesn't talk to anyone, she keeps to herself." you frown, Padme doesn't seem like the type of person to hate someone just because they're a loner- and if she was you didn't wanna be friends with someone like that.

"so what's exactly going on between you two anyway?" you needed to know if this friendship was going to continue.

"it's a long story, but let's just say Jasmine isn't a good person.. like at all and she's a liar who got caught pretty much instantly. and when she got confronted rather than owning up to her actions she got defensive." well now you were even more interested but she wasn't in the mood to get into details. you'd have to ask the boys about it at breakfast if you remembered, provided they didn't sit at the same table as Padme's friends.

"honestly i was shocked to find out she came back this year, i figured they hired you because she left" interesting, whatever she did must have happened just last summer then.

"does no one like her?" you don't mean to keep berating her with questions but couldn't resist the nagging curiosity.

"trust me when i say it'd be more surprising if anyone did like her" what the hell did this girl do to become the social piranha of an entire camp?

you push down the rest of your questions for now, letting there be a peaceful silence as you both exit the cabin.

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you both go on a stroll together before heading to breakfast. Padme took the time to show you around more of the Camp pointing out what each building was and where each path leads, it was still a little confusing but you at the very least wouldn't get lost if you ended up by yourself at some point.

Ben and Rex were sat at the table they initially sat at yesterday. they gave you a wave when you made eye contact and you smiled in return.

"i'm gonna sit with just the boys is that okay?" you ask while turning to Padme who's digging through the bin of fruit snacks looking for the purple pack instead of the blue. you don't blame her everyone knows the purple pack is superior.

"you don't have to run your decisions by me y/n" she teases and you nudge her with your elbow in response. "besides we sleep in the same cabin, you can't get rid of me that easily" she jokes.

"you're right, guess i'm stuck with you for the entirety of camp against my will" this time Padme nudges you causing you both to burst out laughing.

"i'll see you later y/n" she says and gives you a little wave as you split off in separate directions.

"well good morning, i'm surprised you're not tired of us yet" Rex says in greeting as you plop down next to Ben.

"mmm i'd say i'm bordering on just tolerating you guys at most" the banter was instinctive at this point.

"ah i see we're one in the same then" Ben chuckles then takes a big bite of hash. his plate was loaded compared to yours and Rex's, that's a lot considering how much you love to eat. it does however make more sense on why he doesn't seem to care about Anakin stealing his lunch.

"i know we have the rest of the week to ourselves before campers get here, so what exactly are we going to be doing at our jobs if there's no one to perform them for?" you wonder out loud for either of them to answer.

"nothing really, it's just the camp's way of allowing us to hang out and still get paid for it." you give Rex a 'are you serious?' look and he smiles "what? our Camp directors actually like us believe it or not. i'm sure if there were more newbies like you it would be us learning the jobs. but since it's almost always the same people every year this is what it's turned into."

"so this is like a retreat for you guys?" Rex finishes his last bite of food before responding.

"as much of a retreat as you can get with 100 gremlins running around" you nearly choke to death on your food. Ben rubs your back in support as you catch your breath while laughing. note to your future self don't eat around Rex, it's a dangerous game to play.

"drink some water y/n" Ben says in between laughs, him and Rex are both loud enough to garner the attention of the whole lunch room. you're not exactly a shy person but you can't help the heat in your cheeks or the way you slink down hiding your face behind the water bottle you drink out of with just about everyone's eyes on you as they try to decipher what happened.

thankfully it doesn't take long for them to lose interest and carry on in their individual conversations but you still fight the urge to kick both boys for embarrassing you like that.

"i hate both of you" they just smile with matching cheesy grins and you roll your eyes.

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the walk to the crafts center with Rex is just as good bad as you both kept fooling around to see who could make the other laugh harder. it doesn't die down even when you both see Anakin waiting out front of the lodge for you two with his arms crossed and an annoyed face.

Qui-Gon gave Rex the keys to open it because he was the more responsible one, but you had a feeling he'd have given it to you if he knew you a little better.

"what're you two on about?" Anakin grumbles as you both come to a stop in front of him, wiping tears from your eyes and stifling your laughter which only seemed to worsen his mood. he really wasn't a morning person wow.

"Rex just said something funny" you shrug; truth be told nothing you two had said within the last ten minutes made any sense but for some reason that made it all the more hilarious.

Anakin's brows creased and you bite your bottom lip when the urge to reach over and smooth it out with your thumb manifests out of nowhere. it was almost laughable. you let your fingers twitch at your sides instead.

Rex gets the door open with a creak which effectively pulls your attention away from the disgruntled boy in front of you.

the inside was plain, there were multiple picnic benches and some empty corkboards on the walls. you took note of the supply closet in the back and the cleaning supplies that rested beside the door.

"alright Jinn messaged me this morning and said that our only real job for this week is to clean and decorate this place for the campers." you give him a simple nod and walk toward the back of the room.

"does he prefer to be called Jinn or is that only allowed for people he's close with?" Rex takes a minute to consider your question like he'd never really thought about it before. you hand him the broom while you wait.

"i think he prefers Jinn but lets us decide what we're more comfortable with calling him" Anakin answers with a annoyed tone of voice after deciding Rex was taking to long.

"i'm gonna take the mop bucket out back to fill it with water from the hose" he says while turning his baseball cap around. you suddenly feel very warm, and it's not from the heat outside. you swallow before nodding and grabbing the container of Clorox wipes to clean off the dust from the tables.

as soon as Anakin exits the lodge Rex speaks up. "well he's in a pissy mood" you look at him incredulously.

"Padme told me he wasn't a morning person?" your voice is laced with uncertainty now unsure whether to believe that bit of info she'd given you.

"oh he's not, but it's also not usually this bad. then again i shouldn't be too shocked he's more emotional than a hormonal teenage girl" you deadpan at him and he immediately backtracks "not that i'm saying all teenage girls are emotional it's just-" he stops when he sees your lips twitch. "you're pulling my leg aren't you."

you break character instantly and burst out laughing "you should have seen the panic on your face oh my gosh" it's a laugh straight from your core one that makes Rex look like he may just smack you with the broom he's holding.

"okay seriously what am i missing? Rex is not that funny" Anakin huffs when he enters the lodge again, sounding like a pouty little kid who's not getting what they want.

"hey man she made herself laugh, i'm just an innocent victim" Rex defends while sweeping everything that was on the floor into a small pile.

"i was just messing with him" you smile; looking down as you continue the task you started.

"that i can get down with" he says with a smile letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he places the bucket down and goes to grab the mop.

you bite your tongue at the need to question what's going on with him and just finish wiping down each bench. you didn’t feel like you had the right anyway.

the three of you work together to finish cleaning the lodge. the clock on the wall showed it was now 11:00 am and lunch was at 12:00 pm so you had an hour to start working on decorations.

you all plop onto a shared bench and get to work. Anakin made a few star banners while you cut out and tapped a bunch of letters to the wall just below where the cork boards hung, they spelled out 'creativity' and 'imagination'. Rex was apparently the least creative out of the three of you so he was just busied himself with laying out all the crafts supplies so only the extra stuff was in the closet.

"if we finish all of this today, what do we do for the rest of the week?" you ask from the top of the stool you stood on. Anakin was behind you in case you fell while you hung up his banners.

he had offered to be the one to do the hanging but you insisted on being useful to which he replied 'oh yeah because you haven't been already' with the sassiest tone you'd ever heard from a man. to be fair Anakin was proving to be the leader of the sassy man apocalypse so you shouldn't have been shocked.

"we are gonna finish today, and that just means we get to chill for the rest of the week and test out projects for the kids to do" he answers and you see his hands flinch forward when the stool wobbles from you moving onto your tiptoes to get the height right for the banner. it shouldn't make your heart flutter the way it does after all he was quite literally just making sure you didn't bust your ass.

"wow Rex wasn't joking earlier then" you look down at him and there's that furrow in his brows again, it's gone when you blink making you think it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

"wait you didn't believe me?" the question comes from the opposite side of you as Rex seems to spawn out of nowhere. last you checked he was on the complete opposite side of the room organizing the construction paper by color and shade, who'd of guessed he was so particular about stuff like that.

"i was a little busy choking on my food to really process what you said" you rolled your eyes and he snorts nudging your leg with his shoulder which in turn makes the stool wobble and Anakin glare at him.

you ignore the way Rex and him have a wordless conversation and finish taping the last part of the banner.

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the rest of the day went by fast, which wasn't the least bit astonishing. what was however; to both you, Padme and just about every other staff member it seemed was seeing Anakin at Breakfast the next day.

he wasn't eating. he barely even looked conscious, but there he was directly across from Ben and Rex. he was half asleep fully leaning into the palm of his hand, the two boys watching him looked dumbfounded.

"am i hallucinating?" Padme pinches you and you yelp.

"doesn't seem like it" she says while you glare.

"i said hallucinating not dreaming" she throws a small pack of graham crackers at you and you both giggle.

"well if you're hallucinating so am i, and probably everyone else in here" she clapsback and gives you a weird smile that makes you wanna hide, it was like she saw right through you. you didn't think anyone other than Honey and your mom could do that.

"i'll see you later" there's a sparkle in her voice that you choose to ignore, waving goodbye and heading to the table the boys were sat at.

"are you even alive right now?" Anakin blinks awake at your question, rather than responding he scoots closer to you invading your personal space like he'd been doing since you first met the other day.

this boy clearly has something against there being any type of distance between two people when he sits next to them.

"i'd argue he thinks he's dreaming" Ben teases then snickers when he receives a kick under the table. you do your best to hide your confusion and focus on the food in front of you.

"how can you even eat right now?" Anakin mumbles from beside you.

"uhhh because it's 7 in the morning and i'm starving??" he makes a disgusted face that baffles you.

"the idea of eating this early is nauseating" he says through a yawn.

"that's because you're never awake this early" Rex snides. Anakin doesn't defend himself just grumbles incoherently, you think he might of mocked him but it was really hard to tell.

"you're disrupting the natural way of the world Anakin, next we'll find out there was a hurricane in Antarctica" you're about to comment on how that's not scientifically possible but then realize that's exactly why Ben said it.

"haha you're so very funny Kenobi" as much as Anakin was grumpy it was not nearly as bad as the grumpiness he greeted you and Rex with yesterday. not that you didn't believe Rex when he said he wasn't usually that bad but now that you were experiencing it yourself you understood a lot more.

"ooo Kenobi, we're using last names now. you must be pretty upset Skywalker' Ben teases, completely unafraid of the consequences he might have from teasing a sleep-ridden bear.

ah, you're seeing the whole hibernating bear thing now. poor Honey; if you'd known this is what she was dealing with in the morning you'd have started locking yourself in your room till you felt like a decent human being to confront the world.

after the bickering dies down there's a comfortable silence as everyone just enjoys their food, well besides Anakin who's more or less in his own world. it was nice and you let yours eyes travel around the room before landing on your cabin mate who's still not even given you so much as a greeting not to mention was sitting completely and utterly alone. there wasn’t even anyone sitting at the tables near by her.

"what's up with Jasmine?" the question startles the group. probably because to them it was out of nowhere, for you however it's been a burning topic just waiting to be discussed. "i've just noticed she doesn't talk much, and Padme said she lied or whatever but didn't tell me any actual details….i figured you guys might know" you cringe inwardly at yourself when they still don't say anything.

you shouldn't have asked, there was probably a good reason why Padme didn't want to get into details about what happened and now you've just ruined everyone's morning.

your internal monologue of despair was cut short by Rex. "she did some fucked up shit. mostly she spread a bunch of rumors around about people, and she lied about pretty much everything. it's honestly shocking the Directors didn't catch wind of anything." Well that's not good but it can't be that bad?

it very much was that bad. the biggest thing she did was out one of the older campers who felt so uncomfortable they left camp early. that was the turning point when everyone decided to confront her and she got defensive starting her lone wolf act.

Jada was the little girl's name and everyone loved her; she was apparently really sweet with short blonde hair paired with rosy cheeks and a subtle southern accent if you listened close enough.

her parents were super conservative so it's no wonder she'd feel uncomfortable with something like that floating around the camp. especially considering Parent week had been coming up at the time.

she also lied and spread rumors about several of the other girls at camp that were pretty damaging. one of the lesser rumors was about a girl she said was a slut who slept around with all of the guys on camp.

needless to say you understood everyone's opinions on her now, talk about violating on so many levels. how on earth was she still allowed to work here? everyone loved the camp directors and they didn't seem like people who would let something like that slide.

"Padme told me she was shocked that Jasmine even came back this year" you were shocked too now that you knew the extent of what had been done. "but how has no one complained about her directly to the directors?"

"we all sorta came to a unanimous decision to just pretend she doesn't exist." Ben answered while pushing his food around on his plate.

that didn't sit right with you, this is one of those times you speak up not stay silent. "why though?"

"well even though Jinn, Windu and Bail would believe us we'd still have to supply them with evidence for the big guys upstairs….which in turn would mean they'd have to contact everyone involved" he added that last part when he noticed it wasn't clicking in your head. it took a few moments before you let out a quiet oh.

Jada would have to be contacted. which would mean her parents would have to be contacted and since she's a minor they'd have to be told everything. so everyone was staying silent to protect her.

you felt a wave of newfound respect for every single person who worked here as well as a burning hatred for Jasmine. fuck her honestly. there was a long awkward lull in the conversation before it started back up again.

Rex was the one who managed to switch subjects. you ended up on the topic of how Ben and Padme were doing with the zip line course. to no one's surprise Padme was a natural at it, Ben said she got the hang of it after Windu explained it once whereas he had needed a few extra pointers. they also had to do a safety briefing then take a test to make sure they knew everything they would have to for the campers to be allowed on it.

talk about getting off easy on your end, a brief cleaning session followed by decorating a room hardly classified as work compared to what they had to do. not like you'd complain, this just meant you'd be spending the summer doing art. well that and looking after kids, you had a pretty natural affinity with children though so it wasn't a real worry on your end.

Your mom always said it was because you were as childish as them, you preferred carefree and whimsical but a win was a win.

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"that looks like shit" Rex is leaning over the table watching Anakin as he weaves bracelet strings together.

"you look like shit but i don't say anything" he quips, very obviously annoyed.

"did you even follow the directions?" Anakin ignores Rex at first but when he builds on the initial question with "because it doesn't look like you did" he gives him a deadly glare.

"i glanced at them and i got the basic idea" Rex looks ready to disagree with him and Anakin looks ready to shove every bead in the bowl next to him down his throat.

you don't say anything, holding your breath so you don't burst out laughing and end up the next target. although it's not like they could say anything about your bracelet as it actually looked like the picture, besides a few color changes.

"well look at yours! what even is that?" Anakin gestures to the bracelet if you could even call it that in Rex's hand, it looked like he hadn't even started.

"it's shit as well but at least i can admit that" He says pointedly and Anakin throws his half-finished attempt of a bracelet at him in response.

you can't hold it in any longer practically bursting into tears from how hard you laugh. both boy's heads snap toward you, Anakin wears a frown and Rex just looks stunned as if he'd forgotten you were there entirely.

"you two are utterly ridiculous" you wheeze and fight back snorting like a pig each time you gasp for air.

it's been like this all week as you guys experimented with different projects to do with the kids, getting to know each other way more in the process. the guys were pretty transparent from the beginning so it wasn't much of a shock when you discovered Anakin was in fact consistently childish and a bit moody but despite that he was extremely loyal and very kind.

he hides most of his real feelings with humor, your guess was he gets awkward when things get too serious so he keeps the mood light. and if that talk a few days ago at breakfast has anything to say it was safe to conclude he also resigns himself from conversations entirely when he's unsure what direction it will go.

Rex was generally a calm person, he could be serious when he needed to but prefers to joke around. which would explain why he always messes with Anakin so much. he's also extremely loyal and although he doesn't verbally express his emotions as much as Anakin does, he wears them all on his face.

Ben was the peacemaker but could be a shit stirrer too. As far as he was concerned Anakin was his brother and he had no problems arguing with anyone who said otherwise. overall the boys were all pretty similar but had their differences, it was nice to be a part of their group.

out of everyone you'd gotten the closest to Padme, sharing a room probably helped with that. but so did the fact you both shared similar interests, and even on the things you disagreed with you both still let the other gush as much as they wanted.

it was a nice little home away from home. you've kept Honey updated about everything any chance you got, but there was only so much you both could share from a distance and you couldn’t help but miss her badly. at the very least you could count on the fact camp would go by fast thanks to how fun it's been so far which meant you'd see Honey just as quickly.

that same thought made you feel a little glum but you never dwelled on it for too long, it was just the beginning after all and Campers would be arriving tomorrow morning.

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tag list: @anakinskwkler @anakinstwinklebunny @divineani

a/n: ITS HERE 🎉🎉🎉 everyone say thank you @munsondjarin who inspired me to write this fic 🤭

i can’t believe how much i actually wrote for just this one part, but it also makes sense considering im essentially just writing out the whole story and splitting it up by beginning, middle and end compared to a bunch of small individual chapters ✨

anyway i hope you all enjoy see you next week for Part 2 💋💋

have a good day Huns Xx <3

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YandereBully!(It's your fault I feel this way.) Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 5

Part 4 | Part 1

CW// near non-con, implied threats of non-con, physical abuse, psychotic break (you drove him insane lol)

Summary: While Satoru's away for March Madness, you both make a bet. You really ought to know better by now.

A/N: Hey, sorry this chapter has no smut; it's mostly set-up. Buuuut still worth reading for Satoru losing his mind over you. Hope you enjoy!

PS: I know nothing about sports so sorry if anything is inaccurate i really cant be assed to read more than a wikipedia article about men throwing balls around.

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March Madness saw Satoru gone for most of the month. His face was plastered all over campus though, on posters, pamphlets, wrapped around the pillars in the arena, the TVs in the dining hall. The bracket was everywhere too, your school's name bolded and underlined, slowly moving up the ranks.

Somehow, it filled you with dread. Satoru was already an egotistical dickhead most of the time, but you couldn't imagine how obnoxious he'd be after winning March Madness of all things. He always taunted you for your major, bragging about how a large chunk of the school's funding went into sports, and all of the benefits he got. He really was the worst.

Satoru: we won again lol

Satoru: you still haven't sent a single text saying congrats

Satoru: :((((((((

Satoru: Y/N

Satoru: Y/N

Satoru: cmon you should at least brag to your friends that you know someone who's on TV all the time

Y/N: leave me alone

Satoru: ur so lucky i cant fly

Satoru: or like teleport or something lol

Satoru: maybe i can in another universe

Satoru: u ever think about that kinda thing?

You scowl down at your phone and toss it on your nightstand, turning on your side to try and sleep. Even though it's on silent it might as well be buzzing off the charging cord. What the hell was up with him, wanting to talk to you like you were a normal person all of the sudden?

You chanced a glance at your phone, watching the screen dim and light up repeatedly as Satoru kept sending texts. God, he texted like a middle schooler. You groan, reaching over and snatching your phone off the cord, pulling the plug out of the wall in the process.

Y/N: istg

Y/N: go to sleep you have a fucking game tomorrow right

Satoru: so you are keeping up~

Satoru: i think were gonna win

Y/N: i hope you dont

Satoru: lololol wanna bet?

You squint down at your phone.

Y/N: bet what?

Satoru: you can bet whatever you want it wont matter cus were gonna win

Satoru: btw if (when) we win, i get to do whatever i want to you for a whole day

Y/N: you were already doing that dickhead

Satoru: lol no i wasnt, that stuffs tame compared to what i really wanna do to u

You swallow down a lump in your throat, choosing not to process that text.

Y/N: ok

Y/N: if you guys lose, you leave me alone.

Y/N: Forever.

Satoru: ⚬⚬⚬

You watch in irritation as the dots disappear and reappear on the screen. He usually responded so fast. Then, your screen lights up with Satoru's number. Resisting the urge to throw your phone across the room, you slide your thumb across the bottom and hold it to your ear.

"…what," you ask dully.

"Bet something else," Satoru says.

"No." you say, "You said whatever I want."

"..."

You pick at a hangnail on your finger, "Besides…you were so confident you'd win—it shouldn't matter right? You'll win anyway and get to do whatever you want to me,"

The other end of the call was so quiet you thought he'd hung up.

Then, "Yeah, you're right, it won't matter. Better mentally prepare yourself then huh?"

Satoru hangs up before you can respond, and lets his hand fall to his side. He lays back in the hotel bed, wondering why his heart feels like it's in his throat.

He'd never admit it outloud, but you really are the most fun Satoru's had in years. Sure there were prettier people for miles, and he could pick up any of them—should have. This…thing with you wasn't supposed to last longer than a few weeks. But you just kept giving, and he just couldn't stop taking, couldn't control himself.

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, it didn't matter. Whatever he did to you was his choice, not yours. He'd win, and then he'd do awful, awful things to you.

And he'd have a fucking blast doing it.

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The room was completely silent.

You'd decided to attend the watch party in your dorm's lobby, just to see the outcome of your bet. You weren't really expecting your school's team to lose. You expected them to win, and you expected Satoru to call you hours later, detailing all of the things he'd do to you when he got back. You expected him to barge into your room, pin you to the bed, and turn you inside out, bragging all the while about how he'd won.

But that wouldn't happen, because your school's team lost.

"Shit…" the RA hosting the party sags in his seat next to you, "I really thought we had it this year,"

You nod numbly, looking around the room at the other dejected faces. Then, you look at the TV, and your breath hitches when you see the camera is zoomed in on Satoru. You can't see his eyes, his wet bangs are hanging in front of his face, mouth slightly agape in disbelief.

Shuddering, you give an awkward goodbye and leave.

Is it over? You wonder to yourself in the elevator back to your room.

He'd lost, and if he was supposed to leave you alone forever if he lost. But neither of you were expecting him to lose.

But he did lose.

He lost, for once. For fucking once, he lost, knocked down another peg.

"Good," you whisper, shoulders shaking as a trembling laugh comes from your throat, "Good,"

This is good. This is good.

You dig your phone out of your pocket and try to send Satoru a text about the bet, but it doesn't go through. He must've blocked you.

"Good," you say again, "This is good."

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"I just don't understand Gojo," Satoru's coach said, messaging his forhead, "I don—what happened? You were playing like you were in freshman year again. Everybody was screaming at you to get your fuckin' head in the game—why didn't you?"

"My head was in the game," Satoru sighed, but his coach shook his head.

"No, no, I know what each and every one of you hard headed kids looks like when you're in a flow state, when you're distracted. I can read you all like bold underline print at this point, so you're gonna tell me what really happened. What, is it your scholarship? School? A girl?"

"I…" Satoru grit his teeth, "No…kind of it's, she—fuck,"

The coach's eyebrows raised in solemn understanding, he sighed, "A girl, then…"

Satoru feels his breath coming out hard and shaky, "Yeah," he muttered, "A girl."

You.

You were the reason he lost—it was your fault. If you hadn't said that stupid shit, if you hadn't gotten in his head, he'd be drenched in gatorade and headed to the nearest bar right now.

But you got in his head, you with the smile he never got to see, with your hands clawing at his back, with your eyes gazing up at him wide and wet, with your lips quivering against his, with your soft pleas.

All he could think about that whole game was never seeing that ever again. Forever.

But it wasn't fair.

Yeah, that's it, it wasn't fair so it didn't count. He'd blocked you as soon as he'd gotten his hands on his phone after the game, but that was because he wasn't thinking straight. Now he's thinking clearly. Since it was your fault he lost, the bet didn't count. It was basically direct sabotage—you'd gotten in his head like a little minx and made him lose his senior championship. His last chance was gone, and it was your fault.

The coach gave Satoru a look when he started chuckling, "M'sorry coach just," Satoru took a breath, "I had an epiphany."

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Satoru unblocked you, but you didn't know because you didn't bother checking.

It's why you're so surprised when your room door flies open a day after the loss, slamming against the doorstop and startling you. You take your headphones off, eyes wide with shock at the sight of Satoru in your doorway. You can tell by his disheveled appearance that he came here straight from the airport.

"No," you start as Satoru strides toward you, "No no we made a fucking bemmgppph, mmMMM!"

"Biting isn't gonna do anything," Satoru hissed in a whisper, pressing his palm harder against your lips. His eyes were so distant, and you watched as they darted across your face, before landing on the dresser by your bed. Keeping his hand pressed against your mouth, Satoru yanks the top drawer open.

"Mmm," he hums pensively as he takes two pairs of your panties in his hand, "These two are my favorite."

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as he balls the garments up and roughly shoves them past your teeth. You always wondered why people in movies never just spit gags out—but now you can't no matter how hard you try.

"NMMMMM!" You thrash in Satoru's grip, but he's grabbing your wrists. You scream as you're dragged off the bed, crashing into the stool you use to step up onto it since it's too high off the ground. Your kicking legs knock a large, decorative mug from your nightstand, sending it rolling. The struggling continues as Satoru drags you to a place on the floor where he can lay you down flat. He brackets you between his thighs, keeping your wrists pinned above your head and looks down at you. You can feel pain blooming in your ribs.

"God you're so…I wouldn't have looked twice at you if they hadn't asked me to do that stupid fucking prank," Satoru hissed, "I never would've fucking met you, and I never would've lost if it weren't for you,"

You try to move your legs, but he won't let you, continuing to ramble, "The whoooole fucking time I thought about you, ok? For the whole fucking time I was gone—cause you're just so easy to mess with. But then you went and-" Satoru looked off to the side, catching his breath, before looking back at you, "Haah, you went and said that shit about leaving me. Leaving me forever? Really? I mean, it—I just couldn't fucking…but you didn't mean it, right Y/N? You didn't mean it?" He asks, getting so close that your noses are touching.

"Nod if you didn't mean it. Nod, and I'll let you go, m'kay?" He whispered.

His grip on your wrists growing more painful by the second, you nod frantically, tears streaming down your cheeks. Satoru took you in for a moment, before letting go of your wrists and taking your panties out of your mouth. You gulp down breaths of air, sitting up.

Satoru chuckles, "I knew you didn't mean it," He said, "Now le—" whack

You're panting as Satoru's eyes go unfocused, and he clutches his head. "You littele…fffuck…" he groaned. You drop the mug like it's on fire, heart about to burst.

Not bothering to stay long, you grab your phone off of your bed, and run out the door. You run out of your dorm, and off campus and you run and run until the sidewalk starts to look unfamiliar.

With trembling fingers, you call your friend and ask if you can stay at her place for a while.

Part 6

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A/N: Don't you just love grovel set-ups?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

hi gorgeous!! can i req pumpkin picking with jennifer and a female reader?? its not kinky but ive been needing some jen fluff! (i livee for your writing btw 🫶🫶)

ofc you can! and thank you so much, you're very sweet 🥰 (so far you're the only person who's requested for something fall/halloween themed that isn't related to kinktober believe it or not) hope you like it 💕💕

Pumpkin Patch (Jennifer Check x fem reader)

Warnings: very brief and mild swearing, Jen is implied to have already been possessed by the demon at this point but the reader doesn't know, fluff other than that <3

"What about this one?" You asked while pointing to one of the many pumpkins that dotted the massive field.

"It's not round enough," your girlfriend Jennifer critiqued, giving it a judgmental look.

Her answer didn't surprise you. It had been almost an hour since you'd arrived at the pumpkin patch, and she still hadn't found one that she liked.

"Jen, c'mon, it's starting to get cold outside," you lightly complained while zipping up your jacket. "Just pick one so we can go."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. The look of the pumpkin doesn't matter, it's the inside that counts," she replied in a snarky tone, placing her hands on her hips. "Which means any old pumpkin will do, even if it's fugly as hell."

You remained quiet while she spoke, pretty used to her attitude by this point. "Seriously, though. We're just going to end up carving it into a Jack-O-Lantern anyway, so why does it need to be perfect?"

She let out an aggravated huff at the question, giving you a look that said, "Are you stupid?" before responding with, "This is kind of, like, my first ever Halloween I've spent doing stupid couples activities. I just want to find one that'll be perfect."

You suddenly felt like the worst girlfriend ever. No wonder she was so deadset on having a perfect pumpkin, she didn't want her first holiday season with a partner that actually cared about her to fall short of her expectations.

"How about we walk back over this way again? Maybe you'll happen to find one that you like," you suggested in a tone that was both soft and understanding while holding your hand out for her to take.

She wanted to roll her eyes and scoff, but she could tell you were really trying your best to make her happy. "Ugh, fine."

Jennifer took your hand, lacing her warm fingers through your cold ones. You had no idea how she always managed to stay so toasty even in such freezing weather conditions, but you weren't complaining.

After what seemed like ages of searching, you were finally able to find a pumpkin that you could both agree on. It was pretty heavy for you, but she didn't even seem to break a sweat when lifting it up.

"You know, I should really be the one carrying it for you so you're not forced to do any hard work," you lightly teased, knowing full well your knees would instantly buckle under the weight.

This time she did roll her eyes, but it was more playful than anything else. "And have you break your back? Absolutely not. I'm not lugging both you and this pumpkin all the way to the emergency room because you decided you wanted to show off."

You grinned at her response, finding it amusing. Despite her aloof personality, you knew if something actually did happen to you she'd be there at an instant in order to help you.

"So how should we carve our pumpkin? Do you want to do the traditional look of a Jack-O-Lantern, or something else?"

"I don't want my pumpkin to look like it was carved by a bunch of nerds, if that's what you're asking," she said with a hair flip, the breeze catching the scent of her perfume and causing it to waft in your direction. You didn't want to sound like a creep, but god did she smell good.

"Well, we can always go online and look for a design there. Maybe Pinterest will have some cool inspos for how we should carve our pumpkin," you began before adding, "Or we could always just freehand it. I mean, if we mess it up we can always just start again with a new one."

Jennifer wasn't even listening at this point, too caught up by the melodious sound of your voice and the exicted sparkle in your eyes to pay much attention to what you were saying. She realized then it didn't even matter how the pumpkin got carved, because she was just happy she got to spend this time with you.

End notes: this was really fun to write <3 I promise I haven't forgotten about Kinktober y'all I'm working on getting a few more days done before I start posting for it again

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[wirewitchviolet]

I need to rant a bit about scanline filters.

The one big riddle I still need to solve in this whole designing my own console thing is how I'm outputting the graphics, and as you might imagine, as I try to research this, I mostly keep running across forum posts and such from people trying to recreate the experience of playing their favorite old console games (or new games going for that sorta vibe) including the distinct differences between modern monitors and the CRTs they had back in the day. And a big part of that involves stumbling onto so damn many "scanline filters" that drive me up the wall.

If you zoom way the hell in on the above image, it is, to be fair, attempting to simulate a particular thing, but what it's simulating is not scan lines, and if the goal here is to look like a CRT, then essentially outlining every pixel with a black border, which is what this at least appears to be doing at a distance, is WILDLY wrong. If anything, color should be bleeding all over and filling any darker spaces.

I'd like to actually get into scan lines before getting into the other stuff that's wrong with this, but let me just hit you with another terrible example of what people call a "scanline filter" first just so we're on the same page.

For real here, what the hell are we even doing? The functional definition of what a "scanline filter" is seems to just be interlacing. That is to say, making every other row of pixels black. Now, this is at least a little bit tied to "retro graphics." I recall playing Day of the Tentacle back when it was new, and AT THE TIME, as the game itself had a maximum resolution of 320x200, and would be displayed on a monitor that even on the cheap end would be outputting at at least two or three times that, the graphics settings had an "interlaced mode" which rather than just displaying each pixel of the game's art as a 2x2 or 3x3 or 4x4 or whatever block of actual-monitor display pixels, it would only draw half of those, leaving alternating black lines that absolutely made it look like you were watching the whole game through some sort of mesh screen left half the visual information to your imagination, so you could just kinda pretend the resolution was higher and fill in the gaps between lines of pixels with your imagination.

But again, THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SCANLINES!

When you have a CRT, rather than having a big array of liquid crystal squares or heated plasma blocks or LEDs or whatever other weird thing people are using now that just have a direct current run through to turn them on and off, you have this absolutely bonkers mad science to-this-day-I-can't-believe-someone-even-thought-to-do-this-let-alone-it-being-plan-A gun just straight up firing out electrons in an accelerated stream that is aiming around at practically unfathomable speeds shooting at dots of phosphor painted onto a sheet causing them to glow with an intensity proportionate to how many electrons they're getting hit with. We don't have a separate gun for each dot, just the one hitting each in turn (well, 3 really, we have separate guns for the red green and blue dots). And specifically, because I suppose the alternative would be to encode the signal for every other line backwards to keep shooting on the return trip or something, what they would do is sweep (or if you prefer scan) across from left to right, light up one row of dots, swing back and drop down slightly, sweep across the next line, and so on, then on finishing the final line swing back up to the top left corner to start sweeping across energizing all the phosphor dots at the right intensity for the next frame of video. Or really if you want to get technical I believe they'd hit more like: every odd line on the first pass, reset, hit every even line, reset, new frame, repeat. I guess reading about that is where people get this interlacing idea from maybe?

Anyway, if you wanted to simulate this on a modern display, you'd just need to draw a new frame for every scan line in real time (ideally more since it's not like the line appears all at once, we're really hitting one dot at a time and going down the line). We literally can't do that though. We're probably simming a standard definition TV right? Well the standard differs depending where you are in the world, but the big two are the NTSC standard, which draws one frame composed of 480 lines 60 times a second, and the PAL standard of 576 lines 50 times a second. That's easy math to do. We just need a refresh rate of... 28,800 FPS. Or ideally more, because again, you'd want to draw each line over multiple frames... and that's just for a standard TV. If we're simming a monitor, there were CRTs out there that I THINK still managed 60 FPS while spitting out 1600 or so lines on each frame.

Unless I'm severely mistaken, modern display technology just straight up cannot get anywhere near that. It's rare to find a display that can go any higher than 60 and again, we're drawing a whole screen in that time so the lines aren't relevant there. I'm not even sure if the materials currently glowing/controlling how much light gets out can, on their own, flip on and off as a phosphor dot being pelted with electrons, but I DO know we're still setting pixel brightness one at a time, a line at a time, so what would there really even be to sim there? Hell, famously, filming CRTs never works right because most cameras' shutter speed won't catch things right, and if you use a super high speed camera you actually CAN see the scan lines being rendered one by one but you're catching so little light you're kind of only seeing the one line, as in this video here:

Now, displays back in the day, and also displays, you know, now, break out the red/green/blue components and just cram something close enough together to blend together and give you some single color with a ton of potential range. It's an illusion technically, much like the whole screen being lit at once and not just the last thing to get an update or getting hit with electrons. So let's get back to those black pixels in these filters and what they're actually trying to simulate and how dumb all that is. Have a couple more visual aids plucked from the above video.

Now you might be looking at this first image here and thinking "aha! Look! There totally are solid black lines between the pixels!" but that first one is the modern high res display. The second image is the one from a CRT. You will notice there is an offset, such that even with crazy high zoom there is no horizontal line you can draw through here that's ever going to be all black (unless that part of the screen is showing something black). Furthermore, again, it's important to keep in mind that while in that first image, every subpixel you're looking at is, in fact, glowing steadily over a period of time, at any given instant, only ONE of these little phosphor strips (of each color) is actually getting shot with electrons and doing its full-bright glow. When a given dot on the screen is active it is WAY brighter than what the camera here can detect and if you're really looking at one, your eyes are taking so long to process that you don't even notice that literally only the 3 are active at a time. Even this camera here is catching a bunch of fading afterimages. Point is, in real life, this display isn't anywhere near this dark.

So OK, let's say you're doing your CRT filter effect, which again, you should NOT be calling a "scanline filter" by all means make use of the higher resolution you have to work with and have like 5 redscale pixels, 5 black pixels, 5 greenscale pixels, 5 black, 3 bluescale, 5 black, then shift alternate columns down by 3, BUT if you're gonna do that, remember to have the brightness cranked way up on those bright ones, and also bring up the corresponding color values of the surrounding few pixels to properly portray that intense emissive glow. i.e. the "black pixels" between red and blue aren't really black they're some shade of purple or magenta or whatever, and hell ideally the color bleed shout cover at least one neighboring "pure color" column. Because nothing on a CRT has ever looked like you're looking at it through a screen door like all these filters floating around.

Oh and side not to everything, that offset hex grid-y shadowmask arrangement was I think the most popular for color CRT TVs but different people roll in different ways. Pretty sure this was more common for PCs with higher available resolutions, for instance:

For real though, you could light a whole room pretty well just having a TV on back when everyone had CRTs. I do not understand why all these filters make everything so much darker.

Also speaking of darkness, I'm sitting in it because I am completely bottomed out on money and I'm penny pinching every way I can so... patreon, maybe?

[bokettochild]

Hi! First off, I sent some ramblings before, and I feel safe here to share my thoughts! Your blog is amazing, to start.

Okay, so I can't read your opera house AU, though I bet it is amazing. I just don't have AO3, and when I look it up, I can't find it, so that's fine! I read your thing where it described who each LU character was in your opera house AU, and I love how Legend is a jack of all trades.

(I think it's a jack of all trades. It might be a jock of all trades.🤷‍♀️)

I feel legend, is kinda of self-conscious about his voice and thinks he isn't good enough to be on stage. That's why he mostly stays backstage and fixes things for last minute, and lets Fable take the stage.

I feel like even though Legend has been there for...like all of his life, when he saw Dusk, Artemis, and Warriors, he kind of shrunk in on his talent, seeing how they were literally crowd-pleasers. Everyone loves them; the crowds go wild when they see them on stage.

I feel like this happened once when everyone went out to get something for the play they were doing. He went on stage and just sang a hard song that not even Artemis or Warriors could do, but he nailed it.

I also feel like he would act like Jeremy Jordan. Jeremy Jordan.

Jeremy Jordan Did Bonnie and Clyde the musical and the scene raise a little hell The song, the first one he does, this great acting where he acts like he got beaten horribly, he is terrified. I describe it badly, but if you look it up if you want, I feel like that's how legend would act. He would put his heart and soul into his acting.

I feel like the warriors accidentally bullied the legend once because of something that made him shrink in on himself more when it came to stage time.

Anyways I love your blog!

I'm sorry to hear that! I have most of my fics blocked so non-users can't see them, mostly due to the rise in bots on Ao3 scraping for works and stealing our creations. If you'd like though, I can post them here as well! I used to cross-post a lot of stuff, but I stopped when I realized I could never find the fics again after LOL

And yes! Legend is the jack-of-all-trades at the Crown City opera! He grew up in the opera house (Twilight, his uncle, has been a stage-hand there since he was a baby) so he's been able to learn first hand from masters of the trade how to do basically everything there is to know! He's not as good with paperwork and the advertising aspect, as most of that sort of thing is done by Lullaby and Dot, but he's got the bare-bones knowledge (there's a rumor that Lullaby made sure he knew because she intends to leave the opera to him one day, but it's just a rumor).

I don't know if Legend is so self-conscious about his voice, but he's definitely not aware of how good he is. Like I said; he grew up learning from the best, and a lot of the crew and cast found it fun to show him how to do stuff in their down time, so he's probably got a better education in music than anyone else in the building. However, because he doesn't take acting as his main role and mostly helps in the back, he's sort of fallen into the belief that he's only maybe slightly better than average. Is he? Heck no! He could probably give the divas a nice run for their money if he was trying hard enough! However, while he most certainly has given his all to every role (he really does love acting) he still maintains that he's an "average nobody" who fills in on occasion when someone calls out sick, or plays the lesser roles when they're short on cast.

The opera knows he's good, Lullaby knows he's good, and gosh do their audiences know he's good! but because Legend is under the impression that he's average, he doesn't seek more time in the spotlight. Additionally, since Lullaby knows he loves what he is doing (he very much enjoys his prop work and set creation and costuming opportunities, don't let the grumbling fool you), she doesn't see a reason to call on him excessively if that's not what he wants. After all, he wasn't hired to be part of the cast (although whether he was actually officially hired at all is unknown, although he's paid very well).

I will say he does compare his skill to the divas, but sort of in a casual way when he's talking to Hyrule and the rest of his team. Sort of in the whole manner of: "I'm not like Dusk or anything, there's a reason you don't see my face on the billboards". I will say he's probably compared himself a lot to them in this manner though and convinced himself that he's not that great in comparison, but he's chill with it because obviously he can't be good at everything, and he's good at his job, so that's what matters.

His biggest point when people bring up his skill is always that there's a reason the divas' names are well known and he's just crew. What he doesn't know is that he very much has a near cult following and there are theories online. He's not very present on social media or anything, but their audiences know there is this one actor/actress who appears sometimes to fill roles or to cover when the headliners can't be there. Nobody knows what said actor/actress's name is, and they actually aren't even sure what gender he is, they just know said person has a lot of skill and they wish he'd show up more!

Lullaby is aware of this, but again, she respects Legend's choice to do his job, and also has no interest in throwing him to the dogs by releasing his name if he doesn't want her too. She wants him to have a normal life, thank you, not get hounded by media and fans like some of her staff are.

His skill is totally comparable to Jeremy Jordan though! Absolutely love that idea (and the idea that maybe he sounds like him too!)

As for the whole Warriors suggestion, I think they both tease each other back and forth a lot. Warriors is a good few years older, so he isn't mean with it, but considering their dynamic, it's not too far out there to suppose that maybe he once teasingly commented on Legend's singing skill with the intent of implying it was good, but Legend (pessimist that he is) assumed it was negative. In which case, he probably is a bit self-conscious about it sometimes, although it's less noticeable. It'd be more like he doesn't sing as loudly while working if he hears Wars nearby, and gets touchy when the diva talks about his skills. Wars isn't a jerk though, so he probably is clueless about the mix-up.

With all this in mind though, I can totally see the main story (when I do actually write it, LOL) featuring Legend as that sidelined, super-star-level nobody who teaches our lead (Hyrule) how to absolutely wow the crowds. Would he know why Hyrule asked him? No. He probably assumes Rule just asked the guy he actually knows, that and the divas are unapproachable or smth, or maybe because Legend's been here a while. Man has no clue, but he will help Hyrule to the best of his abilities!

[quillady]

Imagine being able to have everything and anything you desire. There is nothing you loose, nothing thst can get away from you. But you keep on loosing in love. Or you keep loosing your love?

<-part 5

That's what has been rocking back and forth in Rick's mind. Why can't he just let go, why can't he just fuck around and find out, why why why?!

Because. Just, because. Rick has no explanation to this. He usually doesn't explain things because he has them connected in weird dots in the back of his mind but this, this thing your love can't help it. He can't help being unable to explain himself to you, he can't help breaking your heart he can't he can't he can't. He feels so little. Partly because he is in a pile of dirty clothes almost burning partly because he is unable to anything about you.

That's probably where you hold the whole power. Bird person takes a deep breath, a saddening expression stuck to his face as his gaze rests on his old friend's odd expression.

"Rick this place will be a literal hell. There are huge blow torches everywhere. Where do we go to? I can fly you out of one of those tunnels."

Just as Rick was about to explain, they heard a strange noise.

No, not strange. A voice that's just-so off-place. The last voice you'd expect to hear in a laundry oven.

"You can't. They lock up the laundry boxes ways in here when they burn this stuff."

Both men, messy and uncomfortable looks at the girl. Her hair is definitely not a natural colour. Her face-is right but something tells you she's off.

She's not real. She isn't a human.

"Take a pic it'll last longer Rick. Or don't, you'll have the real me sooner or later anyways."

Rick's eyes widened with her words. He finally noticed what was off with her.

part 7->

DAMMIT I GOT 85/100 M SO HAPPY(got 69 in the first exam)

But yeah I've been into gaming soooo much that I barely noticed my TUMBLR SCREEN TIME WAS 0!! DAMN LIKE WHAAAATT

sorry to keep ya waiting sweethearts 🙏🏿🙏🏿

[not-alien-girl-v]

Broken Pieces (George Daniel)

warning: drinking, being mean to boyfriend, language

note: merry christmas.

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You pulled up to this party at 10 o'clock on the dot courtesy of your friend Violet who provided you a ride. She said she had better places to be than third wheeling with you and George all night. You know the truth is that she doesn't like going to parties where she doesn't know a lot of people, but you figured you'd let her have it just this once.

Your top is comfortable tonight but your jeans are digging into your stomach in a bad way, something to do with your seasonal weight gain, something that always happens post-Thanksgiving and pre-Christmas, but George always assures you that he loves your body no matter what 'format' he gets it in. He always had an odd way with words, but the sentiment remains nonetheless.

The door of Matty and George's apartment is already open when you press on it. The air is about 10 degrees hotter inside than the frosty winter air outside, and it's comforting. It always feels like home.

Gazing around the living room, you see a random guy you've never met before in a large hat with the Grinch's face on it, a tasteful choice for a holiday party. You always wonder who the hell these people are that attend your boyfriend and your boyfriend's boyfriend's parties. Sometimes they just feel like extras in a movie set, but maybe you only feel that way since you never go out of your way to talk to the people you don't know.

And why would you, when you spot Ross and George together in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinks in hand. George's hair is a mess and he's wearing his black D.A.R.E. shirt but in your mind, he looks beautiful as always. Of course, you'd never tell him that in public.

You skip over to them, day looking better already. "OMG! Is that my bestie?" You bubbly exclaim, opening your arms to Ross and he returns them with a big hug. He smushes you a little uncomfortably, but it feels nice anyway.

He lets you go, "hey bestie," he speaks lowly. He's become well accustomed to your vocabulary, knowing to call you his 'bestie' rather than 'best friend.' You turn to George.

"Hey bitch." You grab his glass out of his hand, taking a sip, and coughing immediately after swallowing. "That's gross."

"Hi, love, when did you get here?" George ignores your initial rudeness.

"Just now. Scooch over, I wanna get in the sandwich." You're referring to standing in between the two men, being in the 'sandwich' as you call it. They both wordlessly create space between them in which you squeeze into.

"Have you guys seen hat guy?" You ask.

"Who?" Ross returns.

"Guy with the Grinch hat?"

"No. Wish I had though. Sounds cool," George looks down at you as he speaks. You decide to take advantage of this opportunity and grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a hard kiss that he gladly gives back, smiling into it. Ross makes a retching noise to your right.

"Y/N, wait, I need you to settle an argument. A girl argument," Ross interjects.

"What's a girl argument?"

George sighs in annoyance, "an argument that we, as men, cannot come to a verdict on without the input of a woman. It's stupid, Ross, I told you we don't need to ask a girl about this."

"No, we do. You're stupid. Okay, so. When women are, like, breastfeeding, does the milk come from the center of the nipple or from the whole area?"

"Like a shower head type deal," George adds, forgetting that he's against this argument.

"Yeah like a shower head. Because I say nipple but George says shower head. So what's the truth?" The look on his face is so sincere that you're certain he's completely serious. You glance at George, a similar expression. A prime opportunity to fuck with them.

"It actually comes out of the pores on the boob. Like you know how you have pores on your face? So it's a different type of skin on your boobs and the milk comes from under the skin and through the pores. That's why they sell those tit pore strips to clear out all the crap gets stuck in there so the milk comes out. You ever seen those before?"

"No, I haven't," Ross is astounded.

"Really? That's crazy, I would have never guessed," George nods his head as he speaks like he's really coming to terms with this false truth.

"No, not really, I'm fucking with you. I don't know how it comes out, why would I know? I've never breastfed before."

"Fuck off," Ross rolls his eyes, upset that you really had him going for a moment.

You cackle, happy to mess with them, then turn to George. “George? Sweet baby? Love of my life?”

He groans, shutting his eyes, “yes?”

“Will you go get me a drink and in return I’ll love you forever?”

Sighing, “I’ll be back,” and he leaves a parting kiss on the top of your head.

“Where’s my kiss?” Ross exclaims to the back of George’s head as he walks away, flipping him off as he goes.

“Ugh. Thought he’d never leave. That fucking’ guy, am I right?” You playfully joke to Ross.

“Yeah, what a loser,” Ross adds in, very best friend of him.

“Okay, Ross, what do I get him for Christmas?”

“I’m getting him a lighter with his name on it. Is that too gay?” He asks in full seriousness.

“The lighter or the name?”

“Both.”

“I think it would only be gay if it had your name on it. You’re fine. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I thought it did. Don’t get him a lighter.”

“Again, not an answer to my question. If I don’t get him a lighter, what do I get him?”

“Get him a super sick Grinch hat,” he points at Grinch hat guy who is now walking by.

“He’d never wear that shit.”

“It’d be funny though.”

“But for once, I don’t want funny, I want sentimental. Something that shows I love him, since I’m so bad at doing that otherwise.”

“Sex coupons?”

“What are sex coupons?”

He looks you dead in the eye, “let’s put on our thinking caps, use our context clues, why don’t we?”

“Okay, fine, I’m not gonna do that, anyway. It’s lame. And cheap. I may be broke and uncreative but not to that extent. I have dignity.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Do you?”

“Shut up.”

“Here’s your drink, love. ‘S just a soda since we don’t have what you like here,” George suddenly returns with a cup of Sprite in his hand.

“See, even he knows what I like. How am I supposed to compete with that?” You throw your hands up in surrender.

“He’s a little slow. It won’t even matter what you give him, even if it doesn’t mean anything, he’ll love it,” Ross tells you.

“I’m right here,” George takes a sip of your Sprite, eyes bouncing between the two of you in confusion.

“But I need to be a better girlfriend, none of this lame shit. That was just practice, this is the first game of the season.”

“Then just suck his dick and call it a day!” Ross returns your energy.

“Hello?” George asks again.

You turn to him, “hi. Thanks for the drink. Sprite?”

“Yeah, poured it out of a can and everything. Feeling like Gordon Ramsey right now.”

Chuckling, you take the drink out of his hand and sip at it. He comes to stand on the other side of you, completing the sandwich once more. “And for the record, I think you’re an amazing girlfriend.”

“You would say that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re so nice to me, all the time. Don’t I ever piss you off? Push your buttons just a little too much. Don’t you ever want to go off on me?”

“Of course not, you know I’m not like that.”

You sigh, “yeah, I know.” You pause, then continue, “so, what do you want for Christmas?” You rest your head on the side of his arm (would have been his shoulder if you were taller but it’s like, literally whatever).

“I’d be happy with just a day with you. I don’t need anything fancy, some heartfelt shit. Just some quality time.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“I feel like you want me to give you something more material so you can just buy it. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, if you want to get me something I’ll like, get me some cologne. Something you think smells good. Promise I’ll wear it.”

You hold out your pinky to him. He hooks his with yours, giving a brief shake, then holding onto your hand with both of his. “You look tired already baby. Do you want to lay down?”

“First of all, that’s rude to say. Second of all, you’re right and I hate it. Stop reading me so well.

“So, yes?”

“Yeah…” He nods, happily grabbing your hand and leading you to his room which he had locked for the sake of the party. You turn back and wave goodbye to Ross; you’ll probably fall asleep and see him next tomorrow.

George holds the door open for you and guides you inside. He even pulls back the comforter for you to slip under. Once you do, he cheesily tucks you in, kissing your forehead. “Anything I can do for you, my dear?”

You shake your head no, already feeling too pampered and spoiled for one night.

“Alright,” he kisses your forehead and stands from his kneeled position, dusting his hands off on his pant legs. “I’ll leave you be now. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You still have no idea what cologne to get him, but at least it’s a start. How hard could sex coupons be to make, anyway?”

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[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

The Magic Touch

Chapter One: A Trick of the Light

He paused for a moment, “i, uh…know you're not all that familiar with magic, buddy,” Sans looked you over, the ridge above his eye socket raising as though it were a brow, “or maybe you are…”

You gulped.

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You've known since your teen years that something wasn't right with you. You could never quite put your finger on it, but anytime a strange string of events played out, you found yourself to be the only recurring factor.

It started small. 

One late night while finishing a project, you felt overwhelmed. It seemed it didn't matter how well you kept track of your work, your teachers continued to pile more onto you until it became suffocating.

Your frustration bubbled up in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to throw something in frustration. You could hit something, rip something—anything to deal with the itching anger that cursed your mood. 

You sat down and sighed as you tried to clear your mind. You reminded yourself of why you were doing this, and that you had to keep going. 

You just needed to take your mind off of it for a moment. 

Your wish was soon granted, as the moment you opened your eyes, you saw a spark of light out of the corner of your eye. Any other train of thought came to a screeching halt in your head and soon became replaced with curiosity.

You must've imagined it, you reasoned. It didn't mean anything.

Despite that, it stuck with you.

That happened a few times, moments where you could've sworn you saw something. A spark no one else caught.

There was even a less than flattering moment where you saw a spark that you mistook for a fly. You had jumped out of your seat to swipe at the air as if your life had depended on it. You got a lot of weird stares that day.

The final nail in the coffin was during your first shift at a small clothing store. You were dealing with a difficult customer who insisted that he should be allowed to return an item without a receipt. 

You didn't mean to hurt him. You certainly thought about it. You really wanted to when he raised his booming voice and caught the attention of many onlookers…but you didn't mean to go through with it. You just wanted to get through your shift.

What you meant to do didn't seem to matter, however. 

A tiny pellet had flown out of midair and had zapped the guy's hand. 

You'll never forget the look he gave you. 

He looked horrified. His face had scrunched up, his body had tensed, and it was all because of you. Maybe a guilty part of you felt like it was much needed karma, but the whole rest of you felt just as shocked as he looked.

He ran out of the store shouting, "WITCHCRAFT! WITCHCRAFT!" 

You remembered seeing a coworker of yours turn to you and give you a look that said, "that guy must be crazy.”

But he wasn't crazy. 

Hell, if he had been crazy, then you must've been insane because this couldn't have been a coincidence. 

It had to have been you. 

You were the only repeating variable. 

When you had gotten home that night, you experimentally attempted to try…something.

You chickened out the second you saw a glow.

You wanted to forget it but it kept you up that night and continued to plague your mind. 

Something is wrong with you. That wasn't normal. What was wrong with you?

You weren't sure how or why you were able to create small floating dots, but you were terrified of what would happen if someone else found out. 

That one man had run out of the store just because you zapped his hand. What would happen if you were capable of more. Who would you hurt? How would everyone react?

What would happen to you?

Whatever it was, you wanted nothing to do with it. You wanted to continue on with everything and just pretend it wasn't there. 

Everything would be ok. You'd be ok, you just had to keep it under wraps.

So, for your whole life, you didn't tell anyone about your strange predicament. There wasn't much to say, anyway. You weren't even a cool mage. Small floating dots weren't anything to gush at.

Despite your efforts at keeping the whole order under wraps, you had more close calls than you were comfortable with. You greatly underestimated how difficult it would be. Your lack of magical ability didn't stop you from inconveniencing yourself at every opportunity.

Anytime your emotions would get the better of you, you'd start glowing. You weren't sure what kind of lame ability that was, but you didn't appreciate becoming a nightlight just because you were feeling stressed.

Your co-workers were tired of you hiding out in the bathroom, and you were tired of having to stay home from big events out of precaution. 

You felt like you were going insane, and the possibility that it was all in your head crossed your mind more than once.

And it was right before you thought about reaching out to a therapist that the grand news came out.

Monsters existed.

Everyone could remember that day vividly.

The sights playing on your living room T.V. had you speechless, your prepared lunch long forgotten on the floor. 

"You wouldn't believe it," the news anchor had announced, "but just today, a small child was found exiting the mountain with unexpected visitors following them. Real life monsters, Frisk claims, have been trapped under the mountain for centuries, and have now come to the surface.”

Monsters existed.

"They claim to have been living underground because of mages who sealed them with a magical barrier years ago."

Mages existed.

Magic existed.

What did this mean for you? 

Were you really…

Could it be…

You had no idea how to process that information.

Some were scared of the newly freed monsters. Many argued that they couldn't be safe to be around and that they must be plotting revenge for being sealed underground for so long.

Maybe you should've felt worried, or at the very least skeptical of the news, but you couldn't help but feel relieved.

You couldn't say for sure why but somehow this made you feel validated. 

You weren't crazy. You weren't even the only one. 

Monsters existed and magic was real.

Years and years of denial, all undone in that single moment. 

Maybe you didn't have to hide anymore.

Maybe monsters could help you.

Anything was better than what you were doing right now…which was nothing.

You decided that you needed to learn something about magic. You couldn't stay in the dark about what you were anymore.

Admittedly, this thought had reached you months ago and you had wildly procrastinated when it came to your research. Maybe you were just a little scared to find out. Maybe a part of you wondered if staying in the dark would've been better. Maybe the years of denial you've lived in hadn't quite come undone like you had thought they had…

But today you decided to buckle down and commit…probably.

Lucky you, you knew exactly where to start. 

Only a few years after monsters came to the surface, they opened their very own "Magic Learning Place." (That was quite literally the name. Monsters, self admittedly, were terrible at naming things.)

It was exactly what it sounded like, a place for humans to visit and learn more about magic and monster culture. You had planned to go in many many times since you've moved, but you always came up with some excuse before going in. 

Today, however, was the day. You weren't letting yourself chicken out this time…mainly because you had been standing outside of the building staring at it for the past five minutes and you were certain people would give you weird looks if you turned around and went home. The embarrassment from that alone was enough to fuel you into not being a coward this time around. Embarrassment was your best motive at times.

So here you stood, in front of the giant building.

Above the glass doors rested a poorly painted "Magic Learning Placə" sign. You weren't sure how someone managed to accidentally draw the last "e" upside down, but it was endearing in its own way. If you squinted, you could see small doodles of different monsters dancing around the letters. Some looked detailed, clearly drawn up by experienced artists who knew how to curve their lines just right. Others were scribbled on messily by the hands of a monster who wasn't quite as experienced. Regardless, you could tell whoever worked on it had fun, and that was enough to make you smile. 

You sucked in a breath and walked forward before you could convince yourself that waiting yet another day would be in your best interest. 

It wasn't as full as you were expecting, but you guessed that some humans were still too scared to enter a monster dominated building. 

There were small groups of humans, no doubt there with their friends to take pictures and brag about how they met a real life monster. You wondered how many people there actually lived in Ebott and how many were tourists.

There were various glassed artifacts and paintings along the walls. You walked over to study them, curious about the history they could hold. 

There were paintings of some sort of goat family, said to be named the “Dreemurrs.” It was uncanny how human they looked. The mother and father stood tall, gentle smiles painted on both of their faces. Below them stood a young goat child. Unlike his mother and father, who were dressed in regal robes, the kid wore a striped sweater. 

The painting felt oddly nostalgic, and you couldn't help but smile. 

There were old black and white photographs dedicated to monsters who weren't able to live long enough to see the surface again. Beside them were written stories explaining who was in the photo. 

And next, there was a dog.

A dog in a glass cage as if it were a piece of art.

A small white fluffy dog chewing on a bone labeled "SUPER COOL SPECIAL ATTACK" in sharpie. It was written in papyrus as well–? You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen anybody use that font, let alone write in it. 

You leaned forward and tapped the glass. The dog barked and went back to chewing. You looked down at the small plaque in hopes it'd answer one of your many questions.

"Annoying Dog— seriously, this dog is annoying. Won't stop chewing things at inconvenient times and blowing up other things at even more inconvenient times. Please do not let out of the cage."

You stared at it dumbfounded. Maybe it was a joke? That dog had to have been being paid to stand in there as a gag, right? 

You decided to not pay it any mind.

Continuing to observe the various items laid out in display, you found yourself surprised by how endearing the displays were. The place felt more like someone's place of memorabilia than a fancy exhibit. 

They had even displayed the monster queen's recipe book. You weren't sure why so many recipes included snails, but you snapped a few photos so you could try a recipe or two yourself. 

One last displayed item caught your attention— a book titled, "Delta Rune; a promise to our future." You walked over and carefully opened the book. It wasn't very thick, and had scribbled drawings that were clearly made to target those with short attention spans. The endearment the drawings held, however, wasn't enough to save your fleeting smile as you began to read the story,

"Long ago, Monsters and Humans lived together in peace. The powerful races worked in unity: Monsters used their natural connection to magic to help beginning human mages, and humans used their intelligence with crafts to help monsters further their technology.

For years this peace lasted, until one fateful day, there had been a misunderstanding. Humans saw a Monster aiding a Human, and mistook the Monster as the assailant. Humans, in response, began a war with the monsters. The brave royal guardsmen fought long and hard, but it wasn't enough against the Humans’ strongest mages- as it doesn't matter how much a monster trains, they will never be a match against a human's will.

Defeated, Monsters were imprisoned underground with a barrier sealed by seven Human mages. 

While it seemed as though all hope was lost, Monsters learned to make do with what they were given and made cities out of their tomb. 

Legend has it, one day, an angel will descend and clear out the underground, changing it forever…

The Delta Rune…

But until then, we wait eagerly…"

The use of present tense…bothered you. 

“We wait,” as though they were still trapped down there. You frowned realizing this book must have been written and passed around to spread hope while they were still trapped. 

There were a few more pages going on about the accomplishments of monsters over the years. The book tried its best to steer the mood in a more positive direction, but you couldn't bring yourself to keep reading. You knew vaguely that it had been humans' fault as to why monsters were locked underground for centuries, but to get more clarity on how and why it happened made your heart break. 

And to know that human mages had sealed them…you suddenly felt ashamed.

Monsters weren't a pity case, however. You reminded yourself that they were on the surface now, and had persevered. That was something to be happy about at least.

Though…maybe having a monster aid your magical knowledge wasn't the best thought all things considered. 

You stepped away from the artifacts and wandered into another room. You paused at the sight.

Right before you, different colored booths were laid out in a straight line, all of them titled in bold lettering. On the wall behind them was a decorated sign that read, "My Soul and Me."

How could you have forgotten? Souls were confirmed to exist now.

When monsters emerged from the underground, they revealed a lot of information scientists and specialists have been trying to figure out for years. 

The idea that souls had a physical manifestation and played a big part in…well…everything was difficult for humans to swallow at first. They had to have a monster out a human soul (under supervision of course) to prove their case. 

Admittedly, the only fact you knew about souls was that they were different colors depending on your attributes. 

You weren't sure if souls had any impact on the type of magic you had, but it couldn't hurt to learn more about them. Maybe you can find out why you had magic and no one else seemed to.

There was a booth for every color of the rainbow except for red. That struck you as odd, but at the same time, you've never heard of a red soul. Maybe they didn't exist? 

You decided to start at the orange booth. 

You walked up to greet the two monsters behind the stand, "Hello." 

The crocodile monster looked at you, her face lighting up instantly, "Oh. My. God. Catty, we, like, have a human at the stand."

Catty looked you over before her paws came to rest on her cheeks, her irises growing to a size you didn't think was possible, "Oh. My. God. Bratty, we, like, TOTALLY do!!" She smiled and leaned forward, "It's a pleasure to meet yewwwwww, I'm Catty!!"

"And I'm Bratty!!!"

They grabbed each other's hands and dramatically posed before breaking out in a fit of giggles. You forgot how friendly and outgoing monsters could be…or maybe it was just these two.

Catty pulled away from Bratty, "So, what's up?"

You opened your mouth to answer but Bratty beat you to it, "Catty, you absolute dunce, they're totally here for, like, the ☆magic thang☆" She did jazz hands.

You blinked.

Somehow, you heard stars in that sentence. 

Catty covered her mouth and gasped, "Oh right!" She shot you an apologetic look, "To be honest, we, like, totally don't know that much about magic…or souls. We only took this position 'cause we were promised free glamburgers, but if you have any questions, we can, like, try to help or something."

“Oh! That's alright,” you laughed awkwardly, a little surprised by the admission, "anything you could tell me would be helpful. Uh…is there anything you could tell me about orange souls?"

Bratty flicked her wrist and smirked, "Of course we can, that's, like, total child's play. Orange souls are brave souls."

You waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't.

Your eyes briefly traveled up to the big bold lettering that spelled out "BRAVERY" on top of the booth, "...wow! Really? You don't say.” 

"I totally do say!" She cheered.

"So…soul colors are based on your personality?"

"Pretty much!" Catty smiled.

You pursed your lips, deciding to ask a more risky question, "What about human mages…what were their souls like?"

Bratty blinked, "Mages?"

"I think they're talking about those now dead ancient old super old rotting humans who had magic!" 

Catty said it as casually as she would've had she been pointing out that the sky is blue and you had to hold back a laugh. 

These two were pretty blunt.

Bratty nodded in acknowledgement as she scratched her snout in thought, "Riiiiiight. Hm…not sure honestly! Forgot they even existed. Probably for the best, they're dead in a ditch and should totally stay that way!"

The two of them laughed before they saw you and covered their giggles with coughs. 

"Not like we were…rooting for the destruction of humanity or anything…" Bratty elbowed Catty and Catty elbowed Bratty. 

They didn't seem ashamed by their hatred towards humans as much as they seemed to want to be polite. The not-so-admission caught you off guard. 

You didn't know many monsters. You bumped into them daily, and even served some at work, but you never befriended any.

(Not that you had a lot of friends to begin with.)

Monsters were always friendly to you. You never thought that any of them hated humans, even though you really should have expected it. 

You didn't feel too offended by it, however. You wouldn't be all too enthusiastic about humans either if you were them.

"Right…so…you don't have any information about mages?"

Catty shook her head, "I'd assume their magic worked the same way ours does, but super duper worse cuz they totally copied."

"Totally," Bratty agreed.

You lit up, "How does monster magic work?"

"It's, like, super individualized," Bratty played with her hair and batted her lashes, "everyone does something different. Soul traits do different attacks."

"Attacks?"

"You know, like, moves!" Catty purred, "They all have different abilities. Some are kinda lame tho if you ask me."

“What does orange magic do?"

"Orange magic totally…" Catty's words drew out as she looked around the room in thought. When nothing came to her, she turned to Bratty, "Hmm…I, like, totally can't remember. Bratty, do you remember?"

Bratty squinted her eyes, "I, like…think that's the one where you have to stay still."

"Are you totally sure that isn't cyan magic? Cause I tots thought you had to stay still for that."

"Girl, no! Cyan magic is obvs the one where you have to move!"

Catty pursed her lips is speculation, "But, like…I thought cyan magic made you stay still cause of patience or whatever."

"No, Bratty, you've totally got it all wrong! Cuz you have to be brave in the face of danger… and stay still."

Catty squinted her eyes in thought before her jaw dropped in awe, "Oh. My. Stars. Bratty, you're totally a genius!"

"I like totally know!!"

You stared at them in confusion, desperately trying to piece it all together, "So…for orange attacks, you have to stay still?" You confirmed.

Catty's ear twitched, "Pretty much. If some girlie attacked you with orange magic, you just gotta, like, stay still! Then it won't hurt."

An attack that forced you to stay still.

Interesting, but what did that look like?

You thought back to your accident with the man at the shop, was he moving when the pellet touched him? Your pellet wasn't orange though…so it couldn't have been orange magic. 

Or was orange magic even orange? Maybe it was in the same way humans labeled red pandas as red pandas, even though they were neither red nor a panda.

Before leaving, you decided to ask them one last question, "Out of curiosity, how come there isn't a red booth? Is there no red magic?”

Catty shook her head, "Not that I can remember. Pretty sure red souls are NOT a thing. Totally unsure tho!"

Suddenly, Bratty snickered and leaned in close to Catty, "Catty…like, look at their shirt!"

Catty glanced down and smiled, "Oh my gawd, that weird skeledude would luv that!"

You joined their stares at your top. It had a skull on it. 

Skeledude? 

"You tots have to go to Papyrus' show tonight and show him that!"

"Who?"

"Papyrus! Can't miss him, he's like super tall—"

"–and super loud!" Bratty cut in, "A total dweeb!"

"He totally loves skeleton merchandise! Wears it all the time.”

“Think he wore a ribcage shirt one time. He thought it was comedy gold…it really wasn't that funny.”

You raised your brow, "He's doing a show? Where?"

"2night! Here!"

Bratty smiled and played with her hair, "They're trying out this new magic showcase or whatever. Monsters are supposed to go up and show off their cool magic so humans will stop being such prissies—"

Catty elbowed Bratty, "We aren't supposed to say that, remember?"

"Oh yeah! It's just for fun."

"Totally not so humans stop being scared of us."

"Totally.” 

After receiving directions from Catty and Bratty, you decided to check out the other booths before making your way to the auditorium. The show didn't start for another hour anyway, so you had enough time to check out the other soul traits first.

While the other monsters at the booths were a lot better at explaining the soul traits, you found that they didn't say anything about magic attacks like Catty and Bratty had. It made you wonder if they had said something they weren't supposed to.

As you sat through the various monsters’ explanations, you found that the soul traits explanations read like glorified zodiac signs.

They explained how humans with these traits may act and respond to various situations, but they didn't bother elaborating with anything more than that. 

Anytime you pressed about magic attacks, they gave you a surprised look before quickly explaining that the different magic types weren't that important and swiftly went back to promoting their online “what soul color are you?” quiz.

While it was interesting learning about the soul colors. You couldn't help but deflate at the fact that you didn't learn about any more magic attacks.

But that was alright, you reasoned, you learned a few things, and that was more than you knew yesterday.

And you still had a magic show to attend.

Remembering the various soul traits…

Orange is Bravery,

Yellow is Justice,

Green is Kindness,

Cyan is Patience,

Blue is integrity,

Purple is Perseverance.

You wondered which one you were…

Once your free hour period was up, you found your way to the auditorium where the magic show would be. 

You held back your excitement as you stepped in and took your seat on one of the many set out foldable chairs. You looked down in confusion upon seeing a cushion sitting at your feet. You turned to see that the person next to you had one too.

They looked at you and shrugged, seemingly understanding your confusion, “Must be for the show.”

You nodded, some excitement building up. You wondered what the performer would do.

The room was decently filled. There were some families with children accompanying them, as well as groups of friends whispering predictions of what the show would look like.

“I heard this Papyrus guy is going to ask for a volunteer,” you heard one of them whisper.

“No way! I thought monsters weren't allowed to use magic on humans.”

“I thought so too, but hey, times change. Do you think he'll call on us?”

“I sure hope not! Not to be rude or anything, but just being in the same room as him may be too much.”

A volunteer? You wondered what he'd make them do. 

You briefly imagined yourself on stage, considering the idea of not only witnessing magic, but being a part of it.

Though the thought was squashed when you remembered how inconvenient your magical timing may be. Knowing your luck, something disastrous would happen on stage and you'd blow your cover.

It was a good thing you weren't required to have to go up. 

It wasn't a problem if you avoided it.

With less than a minute left of waiting for the show, you began to hear murmuring coming from behind the closed curtain.

Well…murmuring was an understatement. One person was trying to whisper, while the other—

“BUT THE SHOW IS SUPPOSED TO START NOW, WE CAN’T WAIT LONGER. THEY'LL BE SO DISAPPOINTED!!”

…

“OH I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER—”

The curtains swung out of the way to reveal a tall—

Skeleton?

When Catty said “skeledude,” she was being literal?

You felt slightly mortified wearing your shirt now. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't this.

Papyrus was tall. He had to have been at least 4 heads taller than you. He wore what seemed to be some sort of armor. His chest plate was slightly covered by a bright red scarf…that also had a small bow tie pinned on it. His eye sockets were comically tiny, yet filled to the brim with emotion. 

He stepped forward and held his arms out wide, “FRIENDS, AND SOON-TO-BE-FRIENDS, WELCOME TO THE MAGIC SHOW™!”

You heard some people huff behind the curtain, followed by several footsteps. Eventually, another small skeleton popped out, a small human child accompanying him.

“I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THE STAR OF THE SHOW! (WHICH IS SUPER EXCITING BECAUSE I'VE NEVER BEEN A STAR BEFORE, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SKELETON!! AND A FEW MARKETABLE PLUSHIES!!)”

…what?

“AND THIS IS THE FANTASTIC FRISK! (WHO IS A HUMAN!)” Papyrus gestured over to the small child.

The person next to you leaned over, “What's the monster ambassador doing here?”

You blinked, “That's the monster ambassador?”

“Yeah? I see them on the news all the time. Didn't expect to see them here.”

You didn't either, though, you supposed this event was supposed to be a pretty big deal for monsters. As Bratty and Catty hinted at, it was so humans got more comfortable around monsters. 

You couldn't really tell how old Frisk was. A part of you wanted to say they were on the younger side, maybe nine or ten, but something about their face and body language made you wonder if they were just a really short teen. Their posture as well as stone cold expression carried more maturity than you had seen most adults have.

A kid being the one to free monsters from the underground was old news at this point, but seeing Frisk in person really made you wonder how that was even possible.

Upon being introduced, they turned to the crowd, paused as if waiting for instruction, before waving slightly. 

They must've been more on the shy side.

Papyrus then gestured to the shorter skeleton beside him, “AND THIS IS MY BROTHER! THE STELLER SANS! (HE'S ALMOST AS COOL AS ME!)”

The skeleton, now named Sans, hadn't dressed up like his brother had. In fact, he looked like he hadn't dressed up at all. He wore a hoodie (that had a few notable stains on it), basketball shorts, and fluffy pink slippers. While it was an odd combination, it looked extremely cozy. 

So cozy, in fact, it must have lulled Sans to sleep.

Sans let out a loud snore.

“SANS!” Papyrus stomped his foot, “WAKE UP THIS INSTANT AND GREET THE AUDIENCE!”

Sans peeked open one of his eye sockets. Not only were his sockets much larger than Papyrus’, but they had glowing lights that mimicked pupils in the center. It was fascinating.

“sorry, bro. guess you could say i was bone tired,” he turned to the audience and winked. Mysteriously, you heard a soft “badum-chh” sound play.

“OH, THAT ONE WAS HORRIBLE! AT LEAST COME UP WITH NEW ONES! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOCK OFF THE HUMANS’ FEET AND THEN POLITELY PUT THEM BACK ON IF YOU REUSE THE SAME MATERIAL?”

“woah, didn't mean to rattle you there, paps.”

Ba dum-chh

Papyrus sighed before rolling his sockets. You had no idea how that was physically possible but you found the whole thing so entertaining. You wondered if monsters were amused by the small things humans did too.

“PLEASE IGNORE MY BROTHER AND HIS TERRIBLE…SANSE OF HUMOR.”

Ba dum-chh

Sans snickered, “nice.”

Papyrus ignored this and turned to the audience, “NOW I UNDERSTAND THAT THIS MAY BE ALL OVERWHELMING! I AM A COOL DUDE AFTER ALL! HOWEVER, DO NOT LET MY COOLNESS SCARE YOU AWAY! BECAUSE TONIGHT, YOUR JAWS WILL DROP SO HARD THAT I ALREADY PROVIDED A MUCH NEEDED CUSHION AT THE BOTTOM OF ALL YOUR FEETS JUST IN CASE!”

You mentally thanked Catty and Bratty for recommending you to come to his show. This was the greatest thing you've ever witnessed. 

“NOW, BEFORE WE START, I MUST LEGALLY DISCLOSE THAT I HAVE SPECIAL AUTHORIZATION TO PERFORM SUCH MAGIC TRICKS AND THAT THE MAGIC LEARNING PLACƏ IS NOT LEGALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURIES THAT MAY, BUT DEFINITELY WON'T, OCCUR!” 

Papyrus spoke so fast that you almost couldn't decipher what he was saying. This was becoming a running theme, you noticed. Monsters were very careful about how they presented themselves. Catty and Bratty weren't allowed to mention the purpose behind the magic shows and the various monsters behind the booths looked nervous anytime you asked about attacks.

You wondered why that was.

“NOW THAT WE HAVE THAT MUMBO-JUMBO OUT OF THE WAY, BEHOLD MY GREATNESS!”

Papyrus held his arms up. A small rumble could be heard as a wave of bones rose from the ground. The crowd gasped as the bones maneuvered themselves around.

They twisted and turned until “GREATNESS” was written in bones behind Papyrus. 

The crowd cheered.

Papyrus pumped his chest proudly in response. 

The show host continued to show off various tricks using his bones. He created various shapes and images with skill and intricacy that made you realize the jaw pillow was a good idea. You never thought you'd see a race car drawn out in bones, but Papyrus made it happen. 

The skeleton was talented and it made you wonder if you were capable of something similar.

The bone show stopped all too soon, however, when the Annoying Dog broke loose, somehow got his hands on a toy truck, and stole Papyrus’ extra show bones. 

He attempted to save the segment by asking his brother to do some bone tricks too, “WHY DON'T YOU AMAZE THE CROWD NEXT, BROTHER?”

“i dunno, bro. i can't possibly compete against you.”

“OF COURSE NOT, BUT WE WOULDN'T KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY! YOU MIGHT BE SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE!”

“alright, i'll throw you a bone.”

“SANS—”

Papyrus wasn't able to finish his sentence before a tiny bone bounced off his forehead. Papyrus didn't ask for Sans’ participation after that. 

You found yourself entranced by Papyrus’ magic usage. He used it with such ease, you almost felt jealous. He was so familiar with that magical part of himself while you actively ran from yours. If only things were different…

“NOW, FOR MY NEXT TRICK, I'M GOING TO MAKE FRISK, FLOAT!”

Papyrus sent a strange look towards Sans, as if expecting his brother to say or do something. When he didn't get the reaction he wanted, he turned back to the audience while looking slightly disappointed. 

“YOU SEE, WHILE USING A SPECIFIC TYPE OF MAGIC, I CAN SAFELY LIFT MY SMALL HUMAN FRIEND!” Frisk, who hadn't done much up until now, walked closer to the front of the stage. They stretched out their arms and puffed out their cheeks in preparation.

“THOUGH BEFORE YOU LIFT ANY OF YOUR SMALL HUMAN FRIENDS, YOU MUST ASK FOR CONSENT. THAT IS VERY IMPORTANT! HUMAN FRISK?”

Frisk's head turned towards Papyrus.

“MAY I PLEASE SHIFT YOUR GRAVITATIONAL PULL IN A FRIENDLY AND NON-THREATENING WAY THAT WILL ENCOURAGE OTHER HUMAN FRIENDS TO TRY IT AS WELL?” 

Frisk nodded. 

“GREAT!” 

Papyrus reached out his hands, wiggling his fingers dramatically as if he were about to cast a spell.

You were at the edge of your seat, patiently waiting.

Frisk's body, slowly but surely, began rising. Their arms and legs stirred around for a moment, but it didn't take long for them to stop resisting whatever force was pushing them up. 

You couldn't help but watch in wonder as Frisk floated high above the audience. The audience was stunned and Papyrus seemed pleased by it.

“NYEH HEH! WITNESS MY GREATNESS!” Papyrus spun Frisk around slowly. Frisk seemed indifferent to everything around them, as though being thrown around by a skeleton was normal.

They flew over the audience, flashing various worried guests a thumbs-up. 

Papyrus floated them back over to the stage, dramatically placing a hand on his hip as he used his free hand to control Frisk's movements, “AS YOU CAN SEE, THIS TRICK IS PERFECTLY SAFE AND 100% WITHIN MY CONTROL! AND NOW THAT YOU HAVE SEEN MY PRESTIGES ABILITY…” Papyrus slowly lowered Frisk back to their feet, giving their head a small pat. 

You couldn't help but notice that Sans was now absent from the stage.

When did he leave?

Papyrus turned to the audience, tapping his fingers together as he scanned the audience with an eager smirk, before he jumped and opened up his arms to flash a grand pose, “WHO WANTS TO TRY IT?”

Instant silence.

You heard someone mutter a small, “I told you so,” in the audience. You glanced around to take in everyone's reactions. 

No one seemed eager. 

“OH I SEE, YOU'RE ALL INTIMIDATED BY MY RADIATING PRESENCE! BUT THERE'S NO REASON TO BE SCARED, FOR I WON'T CRASH YOU INTO ANYTHING! THE ONLY THING I'VE EVER CRASHED WAS THE INTERNET (BECAUSE OF HOW VIRAL I'VE GOTTEN)!!!”

There were a few murmurs in the crowd. 

You felt bad for Papyrus, who was still eagerly searching for a participant (that wasn't an overstatement, he was leaning over the stage with squinted eye sockets).

It almost made you want to offer but���

You weren't sure if that was your best idea.

Papyrus continued to scan the crowd until he stopped at you.

He looked down, looked back up, then down, then up—

Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up—

And then he brought his gloved hands up to cover his mouth, “GASP!!! I DID NOT REALIZE THAT I HAD A FAN IN THE AUDIENCE!!”

You blinked and looked around—

“TO KNOW YOU ADMIRE ME SO MUCH THAT YOU IMPRINTED MY FACE ON YOUR SHIRT!!! IT BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYE SOCKETS IN A WAY THAT WOULD MAKE YOU QUESTION MY BIOLOGY!” Papyrus wiped a tear from his face.

Slowly, your gaze fell to the front of your shirt. A skull stared back at you and you felt embarrassment wash over you. Various audience members had turned to you, and the spotlight, literally and figuratively, was now on you.

“NOW DON'T BE SHY, FRIEND. I KNOW MEETING YOUR IDOL MUST BE INTIMIDATING, BUT FRISK CAN TELL YOU THAT IT'S WORTH IT.”

Frisk made no move, blankly staring into the audience. They stared off for a solid minute before nodding slightly.

Papyrus seemed pleased by this, turning back to you, “COME ON UP!”

Oh no.

You didn't want to, nervousness clawing at your limbs on a desperate attempt to weigh you down to your chair.

But the stares of audience members and the expectations of your peers brought you to your feet. 

You slowly stood up and awkwardly shuffled through the crowd. You shakily stepped onto the stage to come face to chest with an eager looking Papyrus. 

You jumped when he leaned down, his face mere inches from your own, to loudly whisper, “NOW I KNOW THIS MAY BE DISAPPOINTING, BUT THE #1 FAN SPOT IS TAKEN. YOU ARE CURRENTLY MY #2 FAN, AS FRISK TOOK THE #1 POSITION. BUT THAT'S OK! NUMBER 2 ISN'T SO BAD. MY BROTHER SETTLES FOR THAT ALL OF THE TIME!...NOT THAT YOU SHOULD FOLLOW HIS LEAD, HE'S A HORRIBLE EXAMPLE.”

He didn't move, prompting you to respond.

Your voice cracked, “Great.”

“WHAT'S YOUR NAME, #2?"

You hurriedly croaked out your name. If Papyrus noticed your anxious state, he didn't say anything, standing back up to face the audience.

“EVERYONE, GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR MY HELPER,” he announced your name loudly, and incorrectly. A few audience members hesitantly clapped. 

“NOW, FIRST STEP! I MUST ASK FOR CONSENT. HUMAN FRIEND, MAY I SHIFT YOUR GRAVITATIONAL PULL IN A NON-THREATENING WAY THAT WILL SHOW YOUR HUMAN PEERS THAT MONSTERS ARE SUPER COOL AND SUPER FUN?”

“...yeah.”

Papyrus smiled before stepping back. You stood there, wondering if there was some sort of cue you were supposed to be looking for. Your swarming thoughts stopped when you felt a slight pull in your chest. Your eyes bulged as the pull became stronger.

“DO NOT FRET, HUMAN, RELAX AND LET ME-” He turned back to the audience and smirked, “WORK MY MAGIC!” A string of “nyeh-heh-heh-s” left his mouth as the pull became stronger.

As though someone had gripped your heart and started lifting, your chest beckoned you to follow the strange pull. You felt your feet leave the ground, and you couldn't help yourself from flailing your arms and legs. 

You heard a few gasps in the audience as Papyrus, slowly but surely, made your body fly in slow circles.

Though he hadn't lifted you very high, you still felt as though you towered above your peers. Their faces melded together as you tried to grasp the fact that you were flying. It was incredible.

You couldn't fight the fit of giggles and butterflies that erupted in your stomach. 

Your body felt light as a feather. Noticing your comfortable state, Papyrus began moving you around faster. He guided you in broader circles around the audience, lowering you a few times to allow you to high five a few children.

The utter bliss you felt enveloped in felt unreal. How could humans have locked monsters underground when they could do this?

You weren't fully paying attention to Papyrus' speeches, too entranced by your floating state. 

The last part of his speech, however, caught your attention, “-AND AS YOU CAN SEE, THIS IS PERFECTLY SAFE! NOTHING HAS HAPPENED TO THE HUMAN FRIEND. THEY ARE THE EXACT SAME AS BEFORE, OTHER THAN THE FLOATING AND THE GLOWING!”

Papyrus put his unoccupied hand on his hip. A beat of silence followed until Papyrus unexpectedly jumped- “GLOWING?” 

Your eyebrow raised in question as you looked at yourself.

Your chest was emitting a soft glow that was traveling down your arms and legs. You looked at Papyrus, and back at yourself, not understanding what caused his sudden anxiety.

He was using magic on you, doesn't magic glow?

“THAT'S ENOUGH FLOATING FOR YOU! TIME TO COME DOWN!” Papyrus slowly lowered you until your feet touched the ground.

You felt the pull release, though something remained. A comforting warmth that oddly felt like a hug. 

You still felt like you were on cloud nine, but your stage partner looked like he was internally panicking. 

Wait…had Frisk glowed when Papyrus lifted them? Now that you think about it…

If Papyrus wasn't using his magic on you anymore…

Then…

Oh no. 

Your whole body went rigid as the realization settled — the glowing was from you. 

You stared at the audience, did they know? Did Papyrus know? He had to.

They knew.

They all knew.

“THIS…IS UH…A FUN SIDE EFFECT TO THE FLOATING! PART OF THE WHOLE PROCESS. THE HUMAN IS ALRIGHT, RIGHT?”

You frantically nodded, “Never better!” He knew- he was covering for you- he knew. 

Papyrus went on about how normal this was, but you couldn't stay for it. You forced yourself to ignore the urge to run and exited the stage slowly through the back.

You closed the doors behind you, looking around to see that the area was empty. That did nothing to ease your panicking, however. Your hands were trembling, and even worse, emitting a soft glow.

Why was this happening now? 

What were you supposed to do?

You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down. If you thought about something nice, it should go away, right? 

It had to work.

It had to.

Puppies, ice-cream, sunny days, soft clouds—

“that's quite the lightshow you got there, pal.”

You froze as the blood drained from your face. Slowly, you turned behind you to see the smaller skeleton that had accompanied Papyrus at the beginning of the show— Sans.

No, no, no, you couldn't have more witnesses!

Maybe he didn't know. 

Maybe he thought this was normal. 

You were okay, you just had to play this off.

Despite everything, you had some hope for the situation.

You had to keep going.

“Yeah! Must be a weird effect from the floating…thing.”

“floating thing?”

“Yeah! You weren't there to see it but uh…Papyrus…made me float. So now I'm glowing.”

Sans reached up and scratched his cheek, a small snicker escaping him, “yeah?”

“Yep! Magic is crazy like that…heh.”

He paused for a moment, “i, uh…know you're not all that familiar with magic, buddy,” Sans looked you over, the ridge above his eye socket raising as though it were a brow, “or maybe you are…”

You gulped.

“either way, let me shine some light on the situation and let ya know that uh…‘floating things’ don't make you glow.”

You should run, “Really? I do it all of the time.” 

“yeah? is that a hobby of yours?”

You really should stop, “Call me a professional.” 

“how enlightening.”

Oh no. He knew, and he wasn't buying your excuse. Of course he wasn't, he was a monster. He understood magic way more than you did, how could you think you could lie to him about something he knew like the back of his hand? What should you say? Should you lie and say this was a human thing? How much about humans did he know? Monsters have been on the surface for three years, that's enough time to know that humans glowing isn't normal—

“i've been told that my jokes can lighten the mood, but i didn't realize you'd take that to heart,” Sans tapped his chest and you looked down.

The glowing was worse now.

Clearly this situation was beyond repair. Multiple people had seen you glow, and you were positive two of them knew enough to piece together the truth, despite your efforts all these years to keep it a secret. 

Sans wasn't buying any of your excuses and the only way you could make your secret more obvious was if you told him you were a mage.

With your back against the wall, nothing but a blinding hope that told you that you couldn't give up, you only had one option.

You ran.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Shouto: So from what I gather he's in a feudel Japan-esque setting where people don't have quirks. Apparently they only have elemental bending?

Ojiro: Wait a fucking second. Is the big bad someone named Ozai?

Shouto: ... how'd you know?

Ojiro: Because he's fallen into a cartoon. This is great. Although now thinking about it we should watch it, you'd get a kick out Zuko.

Shouto: You mean my potential new adoptive brother?

Ojiro: ...

Honestly I think the funniest part here would be like.

No one who does know the plot of atla is sure how to tell Enji about the *gestures to the shit Ozai pulled* for risk of him going into a 'oh I see the comparisons' spiral(even if I argue to hell and back that, even at his worst, Enji is a far better person than Ozai, I think he'd connect the dots to kinda how people saw him/how he could've been).

so they just kinda debate on how to info dump the whole thing to him without like. Triggering a Bad Time. Doubly so because they know Enji would want to do something about it but they don't know how 'safe' he is.

Ofc Enji figures a lot out on his own anyway

[melanieathene]

Suptober 2023 Day 9 - Starlight

“Star light, star bright, first star I've seen tonight; wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”

“That's not a star, Dean. It's a planet. Venus.”

“Shaddup, brainiac,” Dean muttered. “It's called the evening star, isn't it?”

“Yeah, but it still isn't a star. It doesn't burn, it merely reflects the light of the sun.”

“The sun is a star.”

“Yes.”

“Sunlight is a kind of starlight.”

“Your point being?”

“That's good enough. It's valid to make a wish on it.”

“I give up!” Sam tossed his hands in the air.

Silence reigned as the brothers continued walking.

“So,” Sam said, long moments later. “What did you wish for, Dean?”

“What?”

“You heard me. What's your wish?”

“I wish my brother wasn't such a giant pain in the ass.”

“Dean!”

I wish we weren't schlepping through a stinking swamp. I wish my feet were dry. I wish you hadn't eaten those burritos for lunch. I wish – ”

“I'm sorry I asked.”

“I wish we were hunting a clown instead of a rugaru.”

“Now you're just being mean.”

“Don't ask stupid questions, then.”

Silence. In the distance a lonely frog croaked. A heavy mist began to rise, obscuring the trail they followed.

“I thought,” Sam said haughtily, “you might have wished for something useful.”

“Like world peace?”

“Like the successful end to this hunt. Or maybe for Cas to return.”

“Cas? Why would I wish for Cas?”

“Well, you two have been joined at the hip lately. Actually, you have been for some time. What's up with that, anyway?”

“Nothing! We're friends. Just friends!”

“Hmph,” Sam snorted. “More like boyfriends. I thought you were going to burst into tears when he said he'd be away for a week. Did you at least get a kiss goodbye?”

“I wish you'd – ”

“Too late! You've already used up today's wish.”

“Is this how seasoned hunters sneak up on a rugaru? I could hear you bickering a mile away.” A gravelly voice startled the brothers, sending their hands scrambling for weapons, until their brains registered who the speaker was.

“Cas!” Dean said. There was no denying the joy in his voice.

Sam smirked.

“I heard your prayer, Dean. I returned from Heaven as soon as I could. You can head home now. I took care of the rugaru.”

“So you did wish for Cas!”

“Fuck off, Sam.”

“I knew it!”

“So help me, Sam...”

“Sam is right, you know,” Castiel said, as more pinpricks of light began to dot the darkening sky. “Venus is not a star. But you don't need to seek out a star to summon me. All you have to do is call my name.”

“Awww,” Sam cooed.

“I am made of starlight; you are made of stardust. This is why we are drawn together: two halves that together are complete.”

“Hey, I'm stardust too – the entire planet is stardust.”

“True, Sam. But Dean's stardust is especially attractive to me.”

Dean tripped over a root and was saved from landing in a puddle only by Castiel's swift hand.

“And I did kiss you,” the angel continued. “I don't know how Sam knew that. We were quite discreet.”

“Cas!”

“Your brother is an enthusiastic, but surprisingly quiet lover. Perhaps, now that you know about us, Sam, I can convince him to become more vocal.”

Sam burst into uncontrollable laughter. “I wish I could see your face right now, Dean,” he howled.

“I wish you both would shut the hell up,” Dean growled, stalking off in what he hoped was the right direction.

But of course, as he knew only too well, not every wish comes true.

And it was a long walk back to the Impala.

[devox2564]

In Your Heart

Chapter 4: Fever

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, masturbation, some fun Jake tension ;)

Fever by The Black Keys

Links to previous chapters:

Table of Contents

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It's been a few weeks since you arrived back in Nashville. David had moved his things out while you were still on the road and you hadn't heard from him since. When you arrived home his keys lay on the kitchen island, a painful reminder of the time you'd spent together. You felt like a ghost moving through the motions of each day but never really interacting. Even now, a few weeks removed, you still feel numb. You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling and willing yourself to get up when your phone dings.

Jake: goodmorning

This had become a habit since you'd arrived back. Jake made an effort to check up on you every few days. It was sweet, and he was going through the same shit too. You'd gotten coffee a few times, and you had started to sit in on their rehearsals when Wolfsbane wasn't occupied with writing or planning for the record.

Y/n: This is good? Damn that's disappointing.

Jake: Don't be a downer. Lunch?

Y/n: We're graduating from coffee to lunch? Things are getting serious.

You can almost see the eye roll that that comment would earn. Being friends with Jake had always been natural, but it had become almost instinct to know what he was thinking at any given moment.

Jake: I'll pick you up at 12:30

You roll yourself out of bed and down the hall towards the bathroom. The cold tiles speed you along and you quickly turn on the shower. The spray quickly steams up the bathroom as you assess your face in the mirror. Bags under the eyes? Check. Zit on the chin? Exactly where it was yesterday. Eyebrows? Could use some definite attention. It's just Jake. And although he's upgraded coffee to lunch, you decide they aren't worth any attention. Hopping in the shower you discover that your legs definitely can't be ignored. You give them a quick shave, and while you're on a roll you get your armpits too. It's been weeks since you've made any real effort to take care of yourself. 

As you reach for the shampoo you spot the small black bullet sitting on the shower ledge. Hell. You're taking care of your other basic needs anyways right? Your sex life with David had been good, loving even, but he was the kind of man that was finished when he got off (whether you got there or not). Guiding the bullet into position between your legs, you brace your free hand against the shower wall. The vibrations move through your body and burn a heat through it. Pleasing and familiar, they allow your mind to wander. The man (or men) in your fantasies were often faceless. Shaping and reshaping where you needed them. Without any real consciousness a pair of brown eyes swim in and out of this fantasy. Strong hands and long hair. A face. Jake's face. A long slow kiss and a medallion chain swaying... Jake's face?!  

You abruptly end your self care shower. Turning the vibrator off and tossing it away, bewildered. Turning the shower to cold you force yourself to stand in the spray. The icy water leaches any traces of arousal from your body. You grab your towel and step out just as your phone dings again.

 Jake: The guys want bbq

You like the message and make your way back to the bedroom. Now is not the time to be having sexual fantasies about one of your only close friends. The unwashed hair goes up into a bun and you get to work on the face. After about 15 minutes you look good enough to be seen in public. A large t-shirt and pair of jeans later and you look like you put at least a bit of an effort into your appearance. By the time you make it down to the lobby of the building it's 12:30 on the dot. 

Out on the street you see Jake parked and leaned against the hood of his car. 

"Punctual as always I see!" he yells as you walk in his direction. 

"I just couldn't stand to keep you waiting." you say, tone dripping in sarcasm.

"You look like you actually showered today." he says as he pulls you into a one armed hug. 

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." you open the passenger side door and plop down onto the seat as he scoots into the driver's side. The scene in the shower is a distant memory. 

He starts the car and pulls out into the flow of traffic. Windows down and music blaring, the fall air rushes through the car. It is actually a nice day to be out. The two of you don't say much as Jake drives. A lot of the time you've spent together has been like this. Just sitting in silence. But you don't mind and he doesn't seem to either. Knowing you have someone in your corner is comforting enough in itself. Several minutes pass quietly and cars move around you. 

"So where are we going to eat anyway? I'm starving." you turn down the music and ask him.

"We're actually going to my house. Sam has decided he's a grill master this week and wants to show off his skills." he chuckles. 

"Interesting." you laugh and turn the music back up. "Fever" by The Black Keys is playing as you pull into his driveway. 

.....

Tabby sits next to you by the fire pit in the back yard. You have a glass in your hand that never seems to be empty. Your stomach is full and the sun is going down. It has been a spectacular day. Sam's foray into grilling had been a success (even if it was just burgers). Liz and Anika sat across from the two of you and the guys had gone inside to get more drinks. 

Just as the horizon went from deep red to purple, Jake appears with a fresh drink and relieves you of the old glass. He'd been a bit embarrassed to admit that he'd invited everyone over to get you out of the house. In his defense, it was the most fun you'd had in weeks. He settles into the open chair next to you just as the rest of the guys rejoin the group with new drinks. 

Music plays as the group sits around the crackling fire. The flames warm you just enough to cut the chill of the air. The noise of different conversations run into one another and meld with the music.

"So y/n?" Jake says to you, drawing your attention from the fire to him. 

"Yeah?" 

"Feeling better?" 

"I am. Thank you for tricking me into being here tonight." you chuckle

"What like I could stand by while my breakup buddy falls into a deep depression? I don't think so." he teases, running a hand through his hair. 

"Are you doing alright?"

"I'm doing okay. We talked for the first time the other night since we broke up and I think we're cool." his smile falters a bit.

"You think?" you press a little bit. He always want to know how you are doing but you never talk about him.

"I think she may have met someone. I didn't ask a whole lot of questions. She just apologized and asked if we could be friends." 

"At least she apologized. I deserve one too for having to babysit you afterward." you poke at him, lightening the mood a bit. 

"Hey that's not fair. You puked on my shoes at that bar." he's laughing now.

"Well then I guess we're even for both being drunk idiots." you laugh along.

You shake the ice in your cup, "I'm empty again."

"Come on, we'll go inside for a bit and get anotha" he trails off into an accent.

You follow him into the house and to the kitchen where an array of open bottles litter the counters. Sliding your glass across the granite to him, you plop onto a stool and observe as he pours. 

The rings on his hands clink against the glass and his hair falls from behind his ear and into his face. His attempt to slide the glass back to you is an utter failure. It takes a diagonal path off of the counters edge and smashes on the floor. Glass goes everywhere and you both jump up. 

"Son of a bitch." he says and laughs as he bends to pick up the larger shards. 

As you crouch down to help, you hear his breath catch. 

"Shit shit shit" the curses come out in a stream and he stands back up. 

You see the blood on his palm. It doesn't look like a deep cut but you watch the color drain out of his face as you both stand there. 

"You good?" you ask him.

"No" his answer is short and he turns his head away from his hand.

"You've got a thing with blood then?" you're trying not to laugh.

"Obviously." another short answer.

You grab a handful of paper towels and press it into his open hand. 

"Hold those to it and I'll go get a band aid." you instruct "where would those be?"

"Down the hall, first door on the right under the bathroom sink."

You go to the bathroom and find the bandages. Grabbing a few in different sizes you return to the kitchen. He looks a bit better now that he can't see the blood. Taking the paper towel from him, you can see it's already stopped bleeding. 

"Look, it's already dried up." you tell him.

He turns his head tentatively and relaxes a bit. He lets out a breath.

Taking his wrist in your hand, you open a bandage and cover the cut. Right in between the thumb and pointer finger. His fingertips are calloused from years of playing just like yours are; his hand is strong and steady even under the perceived stress. You glance up to check and make sure he's past the danger of falling out. In that moment, your eyes meet his and you become very aware of the feel of his skin in your hand.  Your faces are only a few inches apart and his eyes hold your gaze. The air between you is heavy with energy, bringing back the memory of your shower this morning. 

Your face is burning as you quickly drop his wrist and take a step back. 

"See, you're all good." you say.

He runs his hand though his hair and puts his other hand on his hip. 

"Thanks. I fucking hate blood." he replies.

"Obviously." you chuckle and bend down to clean up the rest of the mess. 

"Come on just leave it, I'll get it later." 

"Don't worry about it. Just make me a new drink." you smile at him.

....

You lower yourself back down into the passenger seat of his car. It's very very late. Behind the wheel, he cranks up his music and pulls off onto the deserted street. You can still clock a smidge of the same tension that you felt in the kitchen earlier. Listening to the music, you decide to ignore it as best you can. Things like that are fleeting anyway. You're too tired to read into it tonight. If it was any other guy, you would make a move. With Jake, things were just too uncomplicated to fuck them up overthinking. Better to not go there.

Cars pass here and there and the wind whips your hair. His playlist rolls over back into "Fever" which you've already heard once today. The last few verses of the song ring out as he pulls up to the curb in front of your building. 

"Thank you for today." you say to him as you begin to open the door.

"It's really no problem, so don't feel special or anything." he replies, plastering a grin on his face. 

"I'll talk to you later. Be careful driving back." you swing your legs out and make to get out.

He grabs your arm before you can. A shock runs across your skin and you have to make an effort not to jump. "Hey, can you meet me at the studio when you get up tomorrow? I've got some stuff I want to run by you."

"Sure, I'll bring coffee. See you tomorrow." 

"See you tomorrow."

You get out and shut the car door. You spend the elevator ride up attempting to rid your mind of any nefarious thoughts. As you lay in the bed your mind races. Right before you drift off into sleep, you resign yourself to this new discovery. You have a crush. On your best friend. On Jake. Shit.

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I had so much fun writing this chapter. Alot of the fics I read are one shots and while they are totally awesome, I really love leaning into a slower paced story. We'll get around to the fun stuff eventually ;)

I'm going to try to get on a schedule with posting. So expect a new chapter around the end of the week next week. Let me know what you think so far and thank you for reading!

-E

[kazoos-and-roses]

[[ A letter, penned in distinct pink ink, is slid under the door of the Aerialist's room. The letter itself is pearly, off-white on the envelope, but the distinct golden wax seal tells them all they need to know of who's sending it. They'd know that symbol anywhere, as it lingered on some of their own equipment. ]]

"Kaz, you never told me you were coming here. I would've warned you sooner, you silly thing. This place is terrifying, and I don't want you to get hurt. Even though you're an aerialist, there are more people here that can reach you than you'd think.

It was certainly the case for me.

I sought refuge, and all I got was hell. I won't deny that it's good hearing that you're alive, after I left the troupe years ago. Consider this letter an apology and a peace offering. I'm too cowardly to deliver it myself, but I'd love to see you again if you'd make the time.

I understand if you think I've abandoned you.

I'd understand not getting a response.

~ Yours, Ever-Faithfully, C.A."

When The Aerialist received this letter, they had to pause for a minute. That familiar seal was something Kaz had seen so many times already, and a welcome sight. They traced the symbol with their finger before carefully opening the envelope. The pink handwriting was one they hadn't seen in such a long time, and so they read every word carefully before they grabbed their own pen, and a fresh sheet of paper for their response.

And then Kaz paused, hovering over the parchment.

They returned their pen to its original spot, and grabbed a different one. This time, light blue, not unlike the shades of blue in their hair. There was simply no other answer, of course. What other colour would match well enough?

"My oldest friend! It's nice to know that you're alright- at least enough to contact me in this place. If I had known you were here before, I would have tried to write to you beforehand.

I wish I could say I had any other option, to be completely honest. I had very little left before I received my invitation, and I was desperate. I'll be okay though, I'm clever enough, and have plenty of strength and energy. If I run into these people you warn me about, I'll outsmart them eventually. I always do, right?

I never thought that you abandoned me. You were my dearest friend for a long time, and I always continued to think of you as such. Thank you for reaching out to me anyways, it means much more than you might realize. Try not to go disappearing again though, for my sanity?

I hope you've been well enough at least, despite all the troubles that seem to have landed at your doorstop. I hope to see you and speak to you again soon, C.

Your friend for all time, K.R."

And with that last dot of their initials, Kazuki carefully folded their letter, drew a small and simple flower on the front, and left their small room to find the door of their old friend and lightly placed it through the crack underneath the door before escaping back to their own abode.

[pesterloglog]

Gamzee Makara, Tavros Nitram

Act 5, page 2123

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AT: bECAUSE IT'S KIND OF FUNNY,

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AT: yEAH, i UNDERSTAND,

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AT: sET BEATS TO LECTURE, aND, i'M KIND OF GOING HOG WILD ON THE CURMUDGEON KNOB,

AT: wHICH, i HAD RECENTLY INSTALLED,

TC: gOd DaMn!!!

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AT: oKAY,

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AT: tHEY'D GET PRETTY MAD AT YOU,

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You both then proceed to have one of the worst rap-offs in the history of paradox space.