#the only thing i removed was the love triangle bit. no idea what i was doing with that but i was straight at the time sorry hgdsgjjgddfj

[lovinggreeniehours]

thinking about ebony chase. like what a guy. my very first fullblown s/i. that i made in 6th grade. the amount of rewrites he's had to go through is so bonkers to think about because despite that, i never actually changed the core concepts of him. the entire process of him, really. you can tell by his name alone i was in my baby cringe era where i smushed together Rare, Unique names that sounded cool. he has black and white hair. he is a ninja that wears a shiny silver gi. he used to be involved in a convoluted love triangle between his childhood best friends. they were all 9 at the time i think. his powers make him give tremendous pain to everyone he touches, and his other power gives him the ability to perform miracles. because why not. everyone thought he was part of the big prophecy, and turns out he was a fluke of the universe and he was never meant to be there, and in doing so, he created a repeat prophecy simply because his existence angered fate. his boyfriend is the grandson of god. he is transgender. he has a toxic situationship with his boyfriend's canon love interest in an au. i made up ALL of this in 6th fucking grade. what the fuck

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Fan-Fiction Idea Blurts

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Maybe let me know what you think or questions you have?

Fan-Fiction Idea Blurts

Suits: Harvey Specter is an omega. He has been pretending to be an alpha to be taken seriously since working in the mailroom by taking illegal suppressants and scent blockers and not being sexually intimate with his colleagues and peers. But suppressing his true natural and side effects of the drugs start catching up with him. He is having parental protective feelings towards his new associate Mike and is catching feels for his tough as stones alpha assistant Donna.

911: In summer 2011 barely eighteen and barely out of high school Buck and Eddie run away from home to California and joining the fire academy and eventually joining the 118. Eddie brings baby Christopher with him. Eddie's parent did not think he was mature and adult enough to take care of Chris as a 20-something year old, so it would be even worse for teenagers, people who are transiting from childhood/teenage-hood to young adulthood and still being treated like kids.

Stranger Things: It is a post Vecna world in the omegaverse with disabled Mike and Max. The Byers and Hopper have moved back to Hawkins, Indiana. Mike is an omega and Will is an alpha. They have been re-building their friendship and it even stronger than before, they kiss sometimes. It gets intense one day when they are alone, Will bits and accidentally bonds Mike. Mike makes it even by biting him back. You cannot remove a claim without a doctor, they hidden the development from their families and friends.

Stranger Things: Need To Update With Chapter Nine: manic pixie dream prince -Michael Wheeler presented on the second worst days of his life but, it is okay because Will Byers his best friend since kindergarten was safe. William Jacob Byers was dreading the day he presents because he was told constantly that he was an omega. He really hopes they are wrong.

911: Lone Star - little boy don't you cry, cause the child in you is still alive: Need To Update With Chapter 7: The fourteen-year-old and ninth grader Tyler Kennedy Strand who goes by Tk was riding high until he was not. His life turned upside down during one short week. It was the 2010 Manhattan school districts homecoming week; everything was good great then it suddenly turned into a nightmare. Now to get away from all the pain his dad is moving him to Austin, Texas. Owen is rebuilding 126 fire-station which recently suffered a great loss, most of the firefighters lost their lives.

Stranger Things: Post Vecna, Mike and Will friendship has been repaired since the Byers and Hopper. Mike has been hiding the fact he is an omega since the seventh grade. Will is the only one who finds out.

Stranger Things: The monsters of the upside-down prefer hunting omega presenting humans but these two alphas presenting humans El and Will have the power to resist the monsters/kill them. They upside-down monsters and Venca specifically hates omega Mike Wheeler because he is always foiling their plans and protecting the alphas. There is a love triangle between Will – Mike- El.

911: Lone – Tk finds out Owen, his dad is bisexual and had a boyfriend when he was a teenager. Or Owen thinks people are attractive regards of their gender and says something very bisexual and proceeds to have an identity crisis in his middle age and get a boyfriend eventually.

911 – A series of one-shots of Eddie Diaz as a baby, toddler, little kid, preteen and teenager in the 1990s and 2000s and early 2010s. Eddie was born in 1992.

911: Lone Star - The higher ups hire Owen to build the 126 firehouse in Austin, Texas because he is a white straight man and thinking he is a dom or switch to add diversity. He is a sub pretending he is a dom or switch to keep his job and taken seriously in the intense kind of work, along with dealing with cancer and taking care of his son after relapsing. (It is a bdsm alternative universe where dom/switch/sub is biological and in society. I enjoy this au because of the world building, it is one of the reasons I love the omegaverse. I don’t know how it is going to go all my knowledge of bdsm comes from fanfiction and erotic fiction. So, I might change it to the omegaverse with omega Owen but then Gwyn would have to be an alpha because when I write omega males and alpha female as intersex, male omega can only be impregnated and female can only impregnate.)

911 – Eddie has started taking anti-depressants after his breakdown and seeing his therapist, one of the side of effects is decreased sex drive and effect his heat cycle and his scent and omega instincts.

911 – Eddie moves to California and joins the 118 firehouse and hides his secondary gender to avoid the stigma and discrimination of being an omega, who is a single omega parent who was abandoned by his alpha which he dealt with in Texas. Buck is an omega who is opened about being an omega and hates Eddie because he thinks he is an arrogant alpha and has a little bit of a crush on him.

911 - Both Eddie and Buck pretend they are not omegas to avoid discrimination plus the trauma they experienced back home but they become best friends and work through that pain together.

911: Lone Star – Tk who is an omega after his relapses and moving leaving New York with father Owen, Tk also has to death with detoxing from the heat suppressants in the omegeverse alpha Alex forced him to take during their two year relationship.

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Never Have I Ever Had My Sweet Revenge (4x02): He felt responsible for this mess

I have been thinking about this scene a little bit, and how it led to Ben's decision to give Devi the silent treatment later in the episode. Ben did not need to be in this scene, but he was. So there has to be a reason. And that reason lies in all these reaction shots they gave him. In #2, he looked at Devi and you could tell that he felt bad for the trouble she couldn't help but have created. And in #3, the camera lingered on him instead of following Devi as she walked out, which convinced me that his emotional state here was intended to be the focal point.

It is clear from the above that Ben regretted and felt responsible for what happened. He knew Devi was impulsive and sometimes just could not help herself. And now, with him at the center of a little love triangle along with Margot and Devi (something Grubbs reminded him of just 30 seconds prior), the only way out (at least in his misguided mind) was to remove Devi from the equation altogether. To save her from herself, he thought, even though not being able to speak to Devi would hurt him too (and we saw how difficult it was for him to tell her that in the coming locker scene). And to Ben, the simplest and most logical way to do that would be to say that Margot wanted it. I believe that the reason he did not tell Devi that it was his idea was that he feared would lead to another fight and he'd have to confront a number of things he wasn't yet ready to face. And so he chose the easier way out.

Little did he know, one or two episodes later he would learn that Devi actually understood why he felt the need to do what he did, and respected his decision, even if it did hurt her a bit at first. I think all of these things he noticed about Devi, about how she'd changed, and about how she respected the boundaries he had created around himself, all contributed to his ability to finally let down his guard and take that giant leap of faith later in the season.

I came to this season fully expecting that Devi would be the one to confess her feelings for Ben. But the way it turned out, it ended up being so much better. By making him be the one who had to make the season-long and heroic emotional journey to get to that grand finale, a big part of the season then became all about Ben choosing himself and his happiness.

Devi did not have to choose him, because her heart had always been his, and was firmly his this season. What Ben learned this season was that he couldn't wait for someone to choose him. He had to choose himself first, and telling Devi he loved her was not only a giant leap of faith for Ben, but also the ultimate act of self-love and self-respect.

Just one of the ways Ben's journey on the show was so intertwined with Devi's own. The writers did know best, after all.

To end this analysis, I had convinced myself long ago that the writers knew that doing non verbal scenes was a particular strength of Mr. Jaren Lewison (which it is, like it’s not even funny how good he is with this wordless acting thing), and in a recent interview (Euphoria Magazine), he confirmed that:

"The crew loves those. Every time that I don't talk or it will say in the script, ‘Ben clocks this or overhears that’...They really do enjoy my performances for the most part.”

[blimbo-buddy]

Greystripe and Silverstream probably keep their names but they remove kit from Feather and Storm.

It takes a while for Greystripe and Silverstream to adjust to kingdom life and are initially taken aback when they don't have to go hunting every day and there are dedicated cats and dogs for it.

They meet Millie and she is the one who comes developing food to Grey and Silver's den area.

They hit it off and they become good friends and she tours them around once their kits are able to toddle around and see the kingdom of Whiskerhaven.

They see dogs talking to cats, raccoons skinning the meat off deers and wild hogs.

Young cats being taught by single teacher and learning all the basics they need to learn.

They're overwhelmed and gradually warming up to it. It's just a lot to take in and they slowly and gradually but surely learn to love their new lives.

Greystripe joins the Knights, Silverstream helps catch fish and their kits are tended to by the local queens and taught in classes with the other kits.

I honestly want to give Greystripe and Silverstream something they never got in the clans. The freedom of choice. They can choose to do whatever and they aren't dictated to do a role and stick with it. They could've remained civilians and raised their little family.

Stars, I feel really happy for giving Smudge, Silver, Grey, and everyone just something more with their characters. I love them and wanted to give them life in this AU.

Oh man, I really enjoy this approach to GreyStripe and SilverStream, especially the latter because she doesn't get much time to shine. I like that she still has some snarkiness to her (which on a side note, I love the version of SilverStream where she's just a little bit spoiled). Especially the two's friendship with Millie, so easily could this fall into a love triangle thing where it's like "woooah will GreyStripe be with Millie or SilverStream?", but Millie just stays as a good friend to the two, I'm sure Storm and Feather like to call her "Auntie Millie", they most likely learned what Aunt and other familial words meant in those little classes lol (seeing as the canon clans don't ever really refer to their family as such beyond the parents and siblings. I wanna see Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, dammit!).

I really like imagining the two of them trying to fit into Kingdom life, it'd be a major shock to them with how different Kingdom culture is to Clan culture. Imagine GreyStripe having a hard time adjusting to the Knight position because of how different it is to Warriors meanwhile SilverStream's just having a blast with her fishing career, probably likes making the other Fishers laugh and makes Fishing 10x more entertaining. Listen it'd be funny seeing somebody toss aside their fishing rod only to then dive head first into the water and come out with a big ass fish in their mouth.

Although I just realized something: Imagine how devastated either one of them becomes when they find themselves battling against a clan cat patrol, and they see their previous friends and loved ones hissing and spitting at them, treating them like a stranger. They can see the hesitation in their eyes, but it's like the Clan cats get over it and go back to becoming hostile.

Overall, I really appreciate what you're doing with characters like Smudge and SilverStream with giving them more character to work off of. Especially with SilverStream seeing as it felt like she barely had much development beyond "GreyStripe's girlfriend who died giving birth". CrookedStar's Promise gave us some more ideas to work with but beyond that, not much. I appreciate the life that you're giving these characters, it feels like a breath of fresh air.

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5000 Question Survey Part 3

151. What is louder and more annoying: 200 adults talking or one four-year-old screaming?

Adults. I mean I have kids and it’s more when they’re fighting each other that it’s the problem. Big group of adults though the noise is just chaos.

152. Do you believe the stories about planes, boats and people mysteriously disappearing into the Bermuda triangle?

I believe they’ve gone missing but not necessarily from ominous reasons. Likely just cqpsized or had bad weather. I do keep an open mind though for sure.

153. Who are you the most jealous of?

I don’t really know. I just think I’m more jealous of feelings people have like not feeling stressed or having feelings of joy, rather than what I want that they have.

154. What is the happiest way you can start your day?

With some nice food.

155. Do you ever have moments where you feel like everything is all right in the world?

No, not really unless on morphine or something.

156. Who thinks that you are offensive?

I don’t know if anyone thinks I’m offensive as I’m pretty nice as a person. I’d only guess people I’ve got into arguments online with would think that.

157. If you had to teach a class in something, what would you be able to teach people?

Psychology I think would be my best topic.

158. Have you ever had a spiritual experience (an experience that cannot be explained by science)?

I’ve had things happen I couldn’t explain yeah.

159. Do you believe that this experience was truly mystical or do you think there is some scientific explanation for it, only you don't know what it is?

I’m not sure I just keep an open mind.

160. Do you get offended easily?

Not in general no. By criticism from those I care about I’m very easily offended but by strangers or rude humour and stuff like that it’s very hard to offend me. M

161. Would you still love and stay with your signifigant other if he or she had to have a breast or testicle removed?

Of course

162. Do you believe in fate or free will?

Free will. Certain things are easier and more naturally occur, but they can be changed.

163. Do you believe that only boring people get bored?

Nope, ADHD can tell you otherwise 🤣

164. Can life change or are we all stuck in vain?

It can change at least in little ways.

165. What changes are you afraid of?

Anything that will leave me vulnerable.

166. Are you a day person or nocturnal?

Nocturnal.

167. What one CD could you listen to for an entire week (no mixed CD’s, it must be an album)?

Maroon .5 maybe?

168. Which is worse, working in retail, food service, or an office?

They are all pretty monotonous which I’d dislike. Detail maybe due to rude customers?

169. What's the coolest job you ever had?

Only volunteered so…

170. What is one central idea that your thoughts seem to come back to?

What gives people joy. Creativity.

171. Have you ever wanted to be an actor/tress?

Definitely! If I didn’t have a sight problem I’d have gone into that industry no trouble!

172. If you had the power to control one person and make this person do anything you wanted for a whole day, who would you pick and what would they do?

I wouldn’t - I don’t work that way.

173. What star sign are you and what is your sign like?

Aquarius. Friendly, eccentric, deep thinker.

174. Did the Blair Witch Project scare you?

The jumpscares did.

175. Are you in constant fear of death?

Not constant but it’s a reoccurring fear during anxiety and depressive episodes.

176. Does fear of death keep you from building a life?

No

177. Do you like all your movies to be in wide-screen?

I guess.

178. Are you a fan of any comic books?

I don’t really read comic books - I’d rather watch the movies attached to them.

179. At what age did you attend your first funeral?

2 I think? My uncles and my grandads were both in that year. About 11 first I remember clearly though.

180. What do you smell like (lotion, cologne, sweat)?

A bit sweaty now but nothing major.

181. What are your greatest sources for wisdom?

I think my own experience, mixed with common sense and the learning from others mistakes or observations.

182. When you were little, where did your parents tell you babies come from?

I don’t remember them ever specifying tbh.

183. What is your favorite band?

Waaaay too many to choose from.

184. What's the best cheesy 80's song?

Again just so many but I love cheesy music.

185. What's the best kind of movie to see on a date?

Depends on the two people going on the date really. Maybe a mystery? Horror can be dicey for some, romance isn’t for everyone (Imostly hate it unless it’s a subplot) and comedy is very subjective.

186. Do you like to sit in the front, middle or back of the Movie Theater?

Middle usually.

187. Have you ever been inside an abandoned building?

Yeah, but on a tour never trespassing - I’ve watched way too many horror movies for that.

188. Under what circumstances would you agree to work for free?

Volunteering for a good cause like helping the sick or vulnerable children.

189. Candles or strobe lights?

I prefer candles but the others safer so…

190. Do you think the Lord of the Rings movies are true to the books or did Hollywood change the story too much?

Well they had to cut a lot out because of time and to focus on action scenes. The movies were long enough as is so something had to give there.

191. When you see a stranger on the street does your first reaction lean towards thinking of this person as a potential friend or as a potential threat?

Neither really. I’ll chat to strangers but I’ll never see them again so they aren’t really friends. Unless someone is acting shady or I’m alone in a dark rough area then I don’t assume someone wishes me harm either. I’ll likely think they’re looking to get to somewhere. I am quick to jump to more threat though if they act in any way I may find suspicious even if it’s just coincidence but as a woman with a sight problem I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.

192. Is it natural for human beings to fear and distrust each other, or is it cultural?

I think to a certain extent it’s natural especially if you don’t know the person - in cave man days this person was likely a threat and deep down we are still just mammals, albeit advanced ones. I think certain cultures are more guarded than others but this doesn’t mean they are paranoid and everyone else is trusting.

193. What do you really want to buy?

A haircut / colour change.

194. You have to choose. Would you be happier marrying someone rich for their money or living in the streets and subway tunnels with someone you love?

I would rather live in a low budget house and have no partner— love rarely ends well.

195. If someone wanted to understand you what book could they read that would help?

I actually don’t know.

196. Do you think it’s odd that Americans have freedom of religion and yet call themselves 'one nation under god'?

It’s just a term they use I think.

197. In what sense are you a minority?

I’m visually impaired so have a sight problem.

198. Are you anti social?

No, I usually love being around people and enjoy gatherings but sometimes U need to withdraw for my own mental health.

199. Do you photograph well?

Nope 🤣

200. Do you think that human beings would survivor through a nuclear winter?

No, not in the traditional ones anyway. May be different if the nuclear weapons were less radiation heavy but I don’t claim to know enough about nuclear power or bombs to say.

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haha, i do love cats! i have two of my own, with matching names: daisy and lily.

not sure how much you already know about twisted wonderland, but i'd like to try and explain it a bit, attempting to be as brief as i can: it's a mobile game with gacha mechanics and an anime art style, but if you've ever heard claims of it being a disney villain dating sim, that's not actually true! the characters are simply inspired by disney villains in terms of design and backstory and/or personality (riddle rosehearts is based on the queen of hearts!), while the villains themselves are legendary figures who once existed in-universe. the main focus of the story is on the player character, a normal person who's been transported into a magical world, learning about each of the boys and helping them with their interpersonal problems, but there's no romance. it might not be for everyone, but i'm a big fan of the ways that it uses the original disney movies to tell its story and the unique spin it puts on things. and it actually has an entire event based on HoND! you should let me know if you do check it out.

right?! i've been a huge disney fan since i was a little kid and i don't see that ever changing, i love disney movies and animation in general far too much. but it's crazy how much things have changed. starting with princess and the frog i have a streak of seeing every new WDAS film in theaters (the only exception being raya and the last dragon because of covid, but i did watch it at home as soon as possible). but after i saw wish i regretted going to the theater and wished i'd saved money to see something else. every film they currently have announced is a sequel, and pixar has several upcoming sequels as well. not that sequels are always bad, of course, but when they're so focused on sequels over original ideas it makes me fear that disney/pixar is just making them for money and not because they truly think they have a great story to tell. i'll probably wait for reviews to decide if i wanna see any of them.

if you'd like to check out the blog i mentioned, it's "feelinganimatedblog" on wordpress. they have a lot of reviews of animation-related books as well as highly detailed reviews of disney movies. i haven't fully read their tarzan review, because it's very long, but the part i did read had some interesting info about the production of the movie!

it's funny that you say that about germany loving tarzan, because i have an online friend who's from germany. he's never been super into disney or seen many of their movies, but lately he's been watching some of them and he told me tarzan was his favorite so far! i wonder what it is that makes it so popular there.

ooh, it's cool that they expanded on kerchak's character like that! i love when disney uses their stage musicals to flesh things out that wouldn't have fit into the limited runtime of an animated movie.

oh yeah, i forgot that they removed tantor. in that case i suppose it makes sense, but i do like how in the original movie tarzan has a female best friend in terk, and she's not involved in any sort of weird love triangle with jane. it's another thing that i think makes her pretty unique as a character. whenever i do listen to the cast album i'll definitely let you know!

awww, that's awesome! Kitties are the best, and I love that they have matching names! I have 2, Taz (going to be 18 soon!) and Oliver. And my dad has 2, Oero and Beckett)

Oh wow, twisted wonderland sounds really interesting! That's such a neat idea, will definitely have to check it out.

Sequels are fine if they are few and far between, or if they really have something interesting to add to the original story. But the rate they're coming out at is insane. It's easy and cheaper for them, because the characters are already designed and have a fan base, they just need to find a new situation to drop them in. The fact that there's going to be a 5th Toy Story movie?!!! Between the constant sequels and the never ending remakes it's getting so boring. I used to get so excited for new Disney movies, but now… I got far more excited about the 4K edition of Snow White (a movie I've seen so many times I know it backwards and in a format I can't even watch!) than any of the new movies that have been released since Moana.

I used to pride myself on knowing the all Disney Feature films in order of release (I grew up in the 90s, and I actually remember important events in my life by what Disney movie was released that year… like, my I know my mom got remarried in '98 because that's the year Mulan was released), and at the drop of a hat could tell you who animated which characters. I actually had to look up which movie came out before Wish, because I just don't remember any of the recent ones.

That's so sad you regretting seeing Wish in the theatre. Disney's fallen really far when that's the case. I'm almost glad I live in a small town and our theatre never even got it. Everything I've heard/seen about it so far makes it easier to just wait until it's on Disney+

I had a quick look at the blog, and I'm definitely going to have to find time to read through it! I love that in the beginnings of the movie reviews there's a section about what was going on in history the year the movies came out.

lol, you'll have to ask your friend if he has any ideas as to why Germans love Tarzan.

I think the little expansions the broadway shows have with story and characters is one of the reasons they're so popular. It's already exhilarating seeing the shows live, but it's even better when you get to learn new things about the characters you already know so well.

I've always thought the avoidance of a love triangle (or even just the suggestion of any inter-species relationships) was a key factor in making Terk male. Seems like in most media if you have a male character and a female character hanging out together all the time they have to fall in love at some point. It worked in the movie because with Tantor you had a group of friends, but maybe they thought if they had Tarzan hanging out with only a female Terk, people might get the wrong idea.

[descalled]

This will be very specific and probably not what you meant but....

Layton plushies right?

there are a couple of them

First you have the ones that came out with Eternal Diva

Layton S and M

(don't ask me why S and M and not S and L because like why medium? How is there a medium one if there is no large? Is the large one the Layton we made along the way? No idea but they probably had their reasons)

Luke only S

and then keychain plushies of both

they are so pretty. The Layton has what I assume to be cardboard or smth in the brim of his hat and also the top to keep the shape. For Layton Coat/Jacket and shirt are both extra, they are not printed on or part of the body. (For Luke it's trousers and shirt.) The hands don't have separate fingers but are hand shaped and have stitches to indicate the single fingers. The hair is also separate fabric that can be lifted up in some areas, for Luke only the hair looking out of his hat in the front is like that, the rest is one with the head/stitched together fully. Theyre clearly high quality.

The only thing I have to criticise is the fabric used for the clothes (except the hats for some reason) which looks nice but to me personally is not pleasant to touch, though this might be bc I'm really sensitive with that stuff.

next ones came out around Miracle Mask

Luke has the Miracle Mask fit. (I don't have this one sadly so I can't say much about it alone except for what would also apply to the Layton)

Layton has some bigger changes made to him. They chose a more pleasant to touch fabric which I LOVE. The skintone is a bit strange to me because it's not like in the games at all/the previous plush. The colours overall are the one thing I dislike about this one. The legs on Layton seem long so if you see a Layton plush online and think "Why are his legs like that" it's probably this one.

The clothes are the same quality as in they can also be moved (not removed as there are still stitches attaching them to the body stop wondering about why I know this okay I just wanted to check if I can put other doll clothes on him or make cute outfits just for him but no that's not an option </3)

another positive about this one is that if you lift the jacket sleeve there is orange fabric underneath. This was not the case for the previous (Eternal Diva) one where if you lifted the jacket sleeve there was skin coloured fabric underneath.

The hair is not movable at all or separate, it is part of the head but it still has a cute spike in the back.

As far as I'm aware there were no Azran Legacy plushies, perhaps due to the dropping sales.

Then we have the Layton plushies that came out for the anime. Clearly lowest quality of them all. The ears are no longer 3d/two layers of fabric with a little bit of filling, just one single-layer half circle stitched into the seam of the head on each side. The hat is completely soft. The coat is only one layer. Trousers and shirt are both just the body. The fabric is definitely a cheaper one. The neckline is??? printed on??? Like on top of the orange fabric that is also the body there is a little skin coloured, weird, hard triangle? Okay. You are so lucky I like you puzzle man.

If I could make the perfect Layton plush for me it would be the one from Eternal Diva but with the fabric type, the hair spike, and also the orange sleeves underneath from the Miracle Mask one.

also if anyone following me for layton would like to talk to me abt layton I would love to do so PLEASE I am INSANE we don't even have to be mutuals I just wanna talk about layton

[adobe-outdesign]

What dyou think rolycoly line? Im still upset coalossal isnt a damm train :”(

Rolycoly (perfect name) is honestly just great all around; just a giant hunk of coal with a single eye and wheel that it uses to move around. We don't actually have a lot of wheeled Pokemon (in fact, I don't think we have any others? unless Whirlipede counts), so this is a fun way to approach things.

Visually speaking, it also looks quite nice, with a two-color palette and a simple design. The orange eye pops really nicely against the grey body as well.

Really, the only complaint I have visually is that I feel like the wheel could've been just a hair lower down, as it's easy to miss and kind of blends into the rest of the body. That's a nitpick, however. Overall, it's a really solid start.

I can't decide if I love Carkol's face or hate it. On the one hand, it's got an almost deranged expression that kind of endears me to it; but on the other hand, it's weirdly distorted, like someone took the smudge tool to it in Photoshop. I also question it gaining two eyes; it feels like it should've kept the singular one, both because it's unique but also because that would make it look more like a mine cart (with the eye being the headlight). And if you really wanted to give it regular eyes, at least make them orange like the mouth.

Face aside, Carkol is decent for what it is. I like how the legs can function as both wheels and legs depending on what it chooses to do with them, and the mine cart idea isn't bad.

However, I do feel like the coat is integrated a bit oddly. It's just kind of stacked on top of the body and partially encapsulates the head in a way that just doesn't feel natural. Maybe if the body had more of a dip in the middle or even if the coals weren't piled as high as they are it would work a bit better.

I think Coalossal's proof that people only think so many Gen 1 designs are good because of nostalgia, because Coalossal is textbook Gen 1 and yet still gets a lot of criticism. Kaiju-esq bipedal thing? Check. Triangle Sugimori-style eyes? Check. Random third evolution that doesn't quite feel like it matches the rest of the line? Check. All it's missing is cat ears and/or a horn.

And that's kind of the thing. Like, on the one hand I like it because it is a classic kaiju-mon, and I really like those designs. And it's not a bad design in that respect, with some huge shoulder spikes and a massive, chunky body.

But on the other hand, it's really, really generic. The wheels are completely gone at this point and the singular eye has been gone, and those were Rolycoly's two most unique features. The only ting that really connects it back to its pre-evos is the lump of coals on the back, which looks... well, rather tacked on. As in, you could remove that lump and not loose anything (in fact, it would look better without it), which isn't good when it's the central theme of the design.

While I hear a lot of people wishing it was a train, I don't think it going in a less linear direction and being a kaiju is inherently bad either. It's just more that it doesn't do anything interesting. Have black smoke rising from those shoulder spikes, have ventilation marks on the stomach, have the stomach be a partially-open hatch full of coals, keep the wheels (a wheeled kaiju sounds awesome tbh), just something! And if you're not going to do something that interesting, at least give us a train instead.

While I have some issues with the g-max form that I'll get to in a minute, I gotta say that honestly? This looks a lot better than the actual final evo, at least in the sense that it's way more connected to the coal theme and has a more interesting design, being based off a furnace and even having the stomach vents like I suggested above. I kind of wish this was just the final evo, especially considering it'll go away in future gens when the g-maxes are inevitably scapped and we're left with only the original line.

With that said though, it's not perfect. First, those super spiky, crystalline (???) shoulders look out of place and are bizarrely thin and spiky in an otherwise chunky design.

Secondly, there are all these random plates and greebling (yes that is a real word, look it up) all over the body that just distract from the furnace thing and make it busier than it needs to be.

And thirdly, it took me a while to place what looked wrong about this thing's body to me, but I think it's the head. The coal obscures it, but the head is ridiculously tiny compared to the body, and the way the coal rises so far above it and over it creates the illusion that the head is in the middle of the body instead of the top, making it look even sillier.

So as a whole, Rolycoly's a wonderful design and Carkol's not bad, but Coalossal's just kind of generic and the g-max ist oo busy and has some wonky anatomy. With some retooling this could've been a fantastic line, but as is it's a strong start with an underwhelming finish.

[nagisasstunningpersonality]

Devil Wears Prada AU. Please?

I cannot stop fixating on how good a Devil Wears Prada AU would be. I didn't mean to plot out an entire fic but look it happened and we're going to live with that.

Like we have Nagisa. Wants to write for something. So here he is taking an internship at Runway magazine as a means to an end.

Except Karma's the editor in chief and he's kind of a bitch actually. Obviously aged down quite a bit here, but I guess he's kind of a prodigy here. And obviously Nagisa had no idea who he was, so there's a 'oh no he's hot' moment as though his face isn't on the billboard outside.

Karma isn't exactly thinking the same. He wants to get Nagisa out of his clothes but only on the principle of them being ugly.

Anyway, things play out similar enough to the original story. Karma sends Nagisa on a bunch of menial tasks, except there's more of a directly sadistic element to it. Maybe Nagisa made some off the cuff remark and he's proving a point. Safe to say he's actually a little impressed when Nagisa doesn't just quit.

It gets to the point where they end up having an actual conversation and mutually realising they can get along pretty well. Then it goes right back to the mean stuff, but we've developed a level of 'he's not that bad' now.

Helping Nagisa's case is this being around the make over time, and now Karma's not distracted by the awfulness of his outfits, he's kind of like 'oh damn'. And then oh damn in a different way because he can't exactly screw his assistant. His GOOD assistant. Less concerned about the other major things HR could write him up for but hey.

Of course this gets to a breaking point during the Paris trip. Like, we have them in this really weird non-friendship state, where they clearly like each other but that can only be relegated to five minutes in an office setting. Being in close quarters, after some extended tension, and wine probably, obviously leads to them hooking up. Oh no.

Nagisa didn't want to be THAT guy, right? So he commits to the school of 'let's not address this and act like it didn't happen'. And in true Karma/Nagisa fashion, they don't talk about it. So Karma's kind of on a different page here, it's just he hasn't actually had much of a LIFE honestly so he's hardly suave with this kind of thing.

They're not dating, for sure, but it's almost like Karma's trying to make it like that. Failing, definitely, but still. He keeps inviting Nagisa to things he really doesn't need an assistant to help him with. Gives him some cufflinks or something because they'd look good with a suit he wore to work one time. He also can't actually give him the mean tasks. He tries to, but he ends up losing his nerve. Think 'sudden gay panic' but really it's just 'Nagisa panic'.

Then I don't know. Some sort of alternate act 3 conflict plays out. It's very emotional. Nagisa ends up quitting his job, possibly feeling weird about the whole romantic conflict. Then Karma takes that personally, so they fight more than they should. At work. People are very confused.

Karma still writes him a hell of a recommendation though. Like, it doesn't GET him the job per say, but it ensures that whoever manages applications actually reads Nagisa's. It's some sort of olive branch.

It's just enough that Nagisa feels like he should at least say thank you, though. Which leads to some other stuff. And now they're ACTUALLY dating except Karma's not his boss anymore, and it's relatively wholesome.

As for the rest of the cast:

I guess first assistant can be Nakamura here, except she's a whole lot nicer in concept. Just also kind of evil you know.

Korosensei is Stanley Tucci. I have no idea what the character's name actually is.

I guess Sugino can have the role of the boyfriend here, but they're just best friends/roommates.

Asano runs the rival magazine or something?

Everyone else can just work there somehow. I'm removing the whole love triangle subplot because we don't need it here.

[kaypeace21]

Big brain moment for me: is realizing one of the main reasons Mike dislikes Max is because she's (subconsciously) a constant reminder that he isn't straight.

Dustin and Lucas are immediately into Max . And Mike questions this (since they don’t even know her). Mike"awesome??!you haven't even spoken a  word to her! " Dustin (already crushing): " Hey! I don't have to . I mean LOOK at her." 

*MIKE LOOKING HELLA CONFUSED XD

Troy (the homophobic bully, talking about el): "her head's shaved . She doesn't even LOOK like a girl." 

(Not to mention all the people who also thought she looked like a boy and specifically thought she was Will- aka hopper, benny, and the diner customer).

We also know Dustin is remarking about Max’s physical appearance in that ep1 scene since this videogame-scene  also occurs in s2e1 (the same ep Max is introduced) . This videogame- scene has  lucas and Dustin fight over princess Daphne -and Lucas mentions how “princess daphne” is his. Foreshadowing the ending of  the love triangle between the 2 boys (in relation to Max) .

 What’s interesting is that historically dragon’s lair (was a nototriously difficult game)- and they used princess daphne’s attractiveness to convince straight-boys to continue playing the difficult game and waste their money .This is because, if the player finished the game- they would save and also marry  princess daphne. 

 But what’s interesting is - Dustin plays it, and it’s implied Lucas has played the game the most (and even finished the game to get Daphne). However, we never see Will or Mike play the game or get sucked into Daphne’s ...appeal. In fact (right after this) Mike instead puts his arm around Will and suggests they get the top score in dig dug TOGETHER (and beat madmax’s top score instead). Not to mention in s1 Mike wrote a whole d&d story for Will-inspired by star wars/the events of s1 and replaced  princess Leia with a king (aka Will). The king has a medal ceremony for the heroes since they k*lled the 7 headed monster for him ( Will: ”it was a 7. The demogorgan it got me″). Mike is not into princesses (he literally replaced a women crushed upon by nerdy/star wars fan boys) and replaced her with a king. connecting it even more to his lack of interest in the princess videogame/girls in general (and interest in Will) .

* These little details in ep 1 show how Mike isn’t like Dustin or Lucas. He doesn’t understand Lucas/dustin’s immediate attraction to daphne or Max in ep 1 (based on their feminine looks). Some people may claim he was attracted to El in Nancy’s dress/his grandma’s wig but i think this had more to do with the fact at that time El looked like the blonde popular girl jennifer hayes (who Lucas/Dustin were into). And so the idea of a girl who liked him (who looked like the most popular girl in school- who his friends were into )was appealing to his ego. Lucas (to Mike, referring to el while she is in her wig,dress, and makeup): “you’re just blind. Blind cause a girl isn’t grossed out by you.” Mike  in s1 even later specified he preferred her without the wig/makeup. He says in the wig/dress she’s “pretty” but when El removes all of it she asks “Still pretty?” And he says YEAH! pretty. REALLY pretty.” And sorry his compliment to her at the snowball seemed pretty rehearsed/forced. Just like how he refers to her fem look in s3 as “cool” (like how Hopper says El’s new punk look is “cool”).  In s3 we even have Lucas dress like the karate kid (cause max has a crush on him), nancy dresses based on 'new age' music (jonathan likes), so why does max imply El dresses in baggy male clothes for mike ? Saying about picking clothes " chose stuff that feels like you...not mike." Maybe cause mike prefers her dressing in a more masculine way?

Anyways, back on topic.  s2e1 shows Mike doesn’t understand his friends immediate attraction to Max and Daphne’s feminine appearances and this ties back to Mike’s animosity to Max in the following s2 eps.

 Later mike yells at max "hate you? How can I hate you? i don't even KNOW you!" (Mirroring what Mike said earlier to the smitten Dustin -when Dustin remarked on how he doesn’t really have to know her to think she’s awesome because he found her physically attractive). Mike says this comment to Max- when in canon Mike knew both el and Max for the exact same amount of time -a week . So somewhere in his subconscious he realizes crushing on el (who he ‘doesn't even know’) based on her then "boyish" look /will like appearance (after only knowing her a week) means something. Cause his straight friends (at least initially) are into Max for her more feminine appearance (after also only knowing her for a week) .And Dustin and Lucas were never into the boyish looking El (in s1- like they were with max in s2). So yeah every time Mike sees her - he's reminded that (in canon) he unlike his friends has never crushed on a single girl (except one who resembled a boy/ his male bff). Which (at least subconsciously) agitates him to think about. Max in response to him saying he doesn't hate her. Max: but you don't want me in your party! Mike: correct! Max: why not? Mike: CAUSE YOU’RE ANNOYING!To mike- max's very presence is a constant reminder he's not straight. Her presence makes him at least subconsciously start to think about things- he'd rather not. Like why he was attracted to the boyish looking el (who resembled Will) but not max, princess daphne, or any girl prior?

In s1 we know Mike knows what "gay" , 'fairy', and 'queer' is- all words he heard as insults towards Will . And eventually Mike snaps and attacks Troy for a specific  hom*phobic comment making fun of Will being dead. Where Troy says,  “Will’s in fairy land now. flying around with ALL THE OTHER FAIRIES. All happy and GAY!” . He attacks Troy in the school gym for subconsciously reminding him he’s gay -same place he yells at Max for doing the same thing. EL EVEN attacks both Max and Troy in the gym using her powers! (cough next time Mike saw Troy he literally flew from where Will ‘died’. (aka like ‘all the other fairies’. Troy even told Hopper Mike “flew” . That is another  Mike is gay hint ) . So he probably doesn't even want to fathom the possibility he may be gay or in love with his male best friend (when taught it's something 'bad' by his peers and 80s society as a whole ). Especially when he sees how people already malign Will over such rumors.

So to Mike - Max is the personification of the thing he lacks - the ability to be attracted to girls-the innate ability to be what most deem 'normal'. The ability to be like his friends. And he sadly resents her for this.

Then in s3 max encourages el to dump him ( and says to Mike it's not just a break). And constantly points out how mileven just isn't that great- she yells at Mike about how he doesn't trust el nor respects her ability to make decisions. And tells el that he lied to her. And she also points out to Mike- how el was the one who decided to spy on him (and disrespect his privacy/boundaries). And even worse for Mike's straight facade with El (max gives El a feminine makeover in s3). Something he’s not genuinely attracted to.  

 To Mike(at least subconsciously)- she is a constant reminder that he’s not straight (in s2). And in s3, she points how the flaws of his comp het relationship with el .Which infuriates him .

So when Mike starts to accept his queerness- I suspect their relationship will improve.

Heck The fact MAX & Will also have a lot in common (but he’s only attracted to Will- a boy and not Max) could be another subconscious reminder he’s not straight (Which causes an additional layer of resentment).For max & Will: Both are poor,  their bio dads both abandoned them leaving them with their respective mothers, both like horror films, comics and videogames, both are the youngest of 2 siblings.  And both use bats in anger when emulating their ab*sers ,and both are heavily associated with rainbows (Max literally has a rainbow shirt collection/ Will's rainbow ship and the many other rainbow refs).  Both also yell at Mike about how sh*tty they think the mileven relationship is in s3. Both have posters relating to beach films (Will has jaws /Max has endless summer).Costume designers said his s1's vest was supposed to be in homage to Marty mcfly (from back to the future). They gave Max Marty mcfly's skateboard in s2.And on Halloween she even dresses up as a movie-character who as a child dressed up as a clown on Halloween (Will’s fear/ what triggered him on Halloween) and whose surname is Myers (Byers?)  

I also think Mike was a bit jealous and initially thought Will was into her too. But I think the prior reasons I just discussed was actually the main reason for the animosity.

UPDATE

*this annon pointed out a detail that pretty much just verified my first assumption.To mike- max's very presence is a constant reminder he's not straight-similar to troy doing the same thing (albeit for very diff reasons ). Her presence (and his inability to have a crush on her-like Lucas &Dustin do) makes him at least subconsciously start to think about things- he'd rather not. Like why was he attracted to the boyish looking el (who resembled Will)? And who he barely spoke to, and in his own words he “didn’t even know’ cause he only knew her for a week? But NOT max (who he knew for the same amount of time),and who Lucas/dustin have immediate attraction to/ think is “awesome”  without talking to her (because of their feminine looks) .To Mike - Max is the personification of the thing he lacks - the ability to be attracted to girls-the innate ability to be what most deem 'normal'. The ability to be like his friends

We see this by the use of one word....

Having Max in s2 mention how Mike thought El was “awesome”  . Is just icing on the cake- showing she’s a reminder to Mike he isn’t straight (and his romantic feelings for El aren’t genuine). She literally threw Mike’s words back at him-where Mike was judging his friends for thinking Max was “awesome” because of her looks-not words.When Mike did the same to El.

Lucas even says the ‘no/yes’ line next to Mike’s heart sign (which has a rainbow propelling a heart on it). In s3 (when dating el) he removed this sign.  But symbolically we see it follow him everywhere -via El’s room having a drawing with a rainbow propelling a heart on it- with Mike’s name on it.  Which is shown when he’s kissing El- showing no matter how hard he tries to act straight-he can’t escape his rainbow/ queerness.

In fact,in s3, when Max points out the flaws in m*leven she is wearing  rainbow shirts (illustrating that she -like the rainbow-sign & drawing is a constant reminder to Mike that he’s not straight -which  follows him everywhere). Similar to Troy who (in his rainbow shirt) interrupts Lucas claiming Mike has a crush on El- only to announce Will is gay/ and to only target Mike with such remarks after this .

Not to mention this whole -Max reminding him he’s not straight and can’t like girls in s2-3 just ties in to my theory Mike was projecting when telling Will “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls.”-here. And the whole theory Mike is emulating his parent’s  loveless marriage with El-mentioned it here.

[rethesun]

My OTP SHIPS!

Is it OTPs if it is more than one or just favorite ships?

These pairings beat the odds and stand the test of time. They genuinely choose to love every day, even if it’s the least easy path. None of them expect to fall in love. Most go through (figurative with some literal) hell and heaven and back for each other.

1. Melinda Gordon & Jim Clancy

They are the most healthy and realistic TV couple I’ve ever witnessed. Truly my place of realistic bliss! Simple but just as effective.

2. Jamie & Claire Fraser

These two individuals are true equals in every sense of the word - independent heroes. They don't depend on each other to be strong individually, but they choose to be together which makes them even stronger. I appreciate how they believe in and respect each other immensely, even through the toughest of times. Admittedly, the show's time-travel and heroics were unrealistic for our current times. However, what I found truly beautiful was the way these two characters loved each other. It was a healthy, supportive love that one might find in a strong marriage. They both faced different kinds of emotional and mental trauma, but they were always there for one another, holding each other up during the darkest times until they each found their way back to themselves. Seeing this kind of love portrayed on screen was truly special and rare.

3. James Valdez & Teresa Mendoza

Peter Gadiot and his heart eyes can handle things independently, but when he's with Teresa, it's a tremendous slow burn! SBs are my ultimate weakness. I'm here for the adventure, but even if you remove the thrilling and dangerous cartel aspect for a moment, you still have two relatable characters. I love that this show ensures realistic responses to traumas and surroundings. The incredibly attentive and gentle connection that develops between them is convincing. It grows into something undeniable and irreplaceable. It's a story of two people who suppressed love and let their cool, traumatized shells guide them for far too long. Luckily, they eventually managed to express their emotions and made it. This love is built on mutual trust, loyalty, and intelligence.

4. Olivia & Fitz

OK, who’s going to admit that they at some point loved the idea of forbidden scandalous fruit which must be kept a secret?! The chemistry! The high stakes! The epic drama of it all! These two are so soft and yet on fire at all times. Cons: it's not that realistic, and it’s a very unhealthy coupling.

5. Bonnie & Damon

The laughter! The unexpected pure friendship! Yes, this ship was categorized as platonic, but it wasn’t if you listened to Kat and Ian’s interviews. They explain it well if it’s not apparent enough on screen. If you’ve read the books, you know romance was initially part of their story. I only watched the show but believe these two characters are fun/nier and a healthier match than Delena ever was. Also, Ian Somerhalder wouldn’t have continued in the show without Kat Graham’s Bonnie Bennett! Honestly, none of the characters would live to season 8 without Kat’s character. Bonnie was an ideal character all on her own from the start, even before she knew her true power, but (as unfair and racist as it was/is) Kat Graham only got more screen time because of Bamon. In contrast, Damon’s character arc to becoming his best self was primarily because of her. I digress. I love Ian and Kat. The growth of these two characters over TVD’s eight seasons is tremendous. I just love the history, the quick wit, the “can’t bulshit me” soft magic between them.

6. Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore (Delena)

Who doesn’t like to indulge in a cliche love triangle when it manages to be this epic?! Drama drama drama, and yet this pair is SO GOOD! I’m a bit biased. Cons: Not realistic and mostly unhealthy

7. Vivienne Surefire & Sunny Sweeney (🍒☀️)

Fic otp! Aerial - Another unexpected slow burn! A story about having to often get things very wrong before getting them right. These characters don’t start romantically brushing elbows until the 27th chapter or so. It’s full of angst, and soft, loved-up, ethereal molten hot feelings, with a picturesque setting throughout! Pros: poetically written - almost every line is a pretty and moving description. Cons: a little too idealistic for reality

8. Bonus:

Click to each the video of these two jaguars in love! Jaguars are my favorite big cat, and I resonate with their spiritual symbolism. Unfortunately all animals in sanctuaries are endangered species. Luckily, these cats are respected and get all that they need. Jaguars are naturally solitary creatures. Yet look at my favorite Jaguar couple, defying it all, loving, purely to love. Meet Neron & Kiera - a real-life jaguar couple who live at the big cat sanctuary in England. Neron is the melanistic male, and Kiera is the tan female. They had a cub a year ago and may have another later. They are so tender with each other. I love how their personalities are opposites, but they love each other anyway.

Many tv series and books are not realistic but I like that my favorite pairs have some realism and remind me/taught me a few things about healthy, enduring love. Ultimately, I must respect myself and enjoy my life and know myself as much as I respect others to get the most out of life.

[goodgirlofglory]

A hairy situation / One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 4,3k

Warnings: 18+, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, smut, oral (m/f recieving), slight fingering, hair pulling, pubic hair pulling, pubic hair!kink, dirty talk, fluffy dirty talk, slight soft dom!Steve, some standard fluff in there too.

Summary: You usually keep yourself neatly shaved for when Steve returns from missions, but this time things change and you find yourself with a full blown bush by the time Steve’s about to remove your pants. His reaction is quite different from what you expected (*wink* *wink*) …

Author’s note: This has not been proofread by anyone but me, so all the mistakes are mine<3 Hope you enjoy<3

The warm water ran down your back as your hand absentmindedly caressed your naked stomach. Nowadays the shower was the only relief for your touch-starved body.

Usually, Steve would be gone for about three months when on missions. This one was bordering on four, and he had warned you the prognosis was five. You were already wallowing in self pity, your body practically humming with built up arousal at being left untouched for so long.

Only a month left, only a month left, only a month left...

Your hand found your mound and started playing in the curls that were adorning it. An impressive mop of dark curls had grown there during your months of loneliness, and you had now grown quite used to feeling the soft hair between your fingers. 

Usually you kept yourself bald except for a neatly trimmed triangle or heart above your slit - one time you even managed to make a circle with a star in the middle, which had made Steve both cringe, blush and laugh his eyes out at the same time. 

He’d fucked you all the same though, quite fervently too if memory served you right.

Now, however, you had let the razor lie for a while and suddenly you were sporting the bush of a 60’s hippie.

You quite enjoyed it, and would actually miss it somewhat when you’d shave it upon Steve’s return.

Steve always gave you a heads up when he returned from missions. Several actually. Usually he would call once he had landed at the compound, so he could hear your voice and how happy you became once you realized he was back. 

Then he would text once he had debriefed, showered and was leaving the compound, and then again once he had reached your apartment complex, mostly because he couldn’t help his excitement. 

That last text was usually just a heart emoji (you had laboured hard to teach him texting - especially emoji use - so those hearts were particularly satisfying).

So you always had plenty of time to clean the apartment up a bit, shower (and shave), dress in something sexy and maybe even light some candles and put on some sweet 30’s jazz (a special treat for Steve).

That’s why you weren’t stressing about letting your hair grow out down there, it would simply take a bit longer to shave once you got the notice from Steve.

Which would be a month away at least.

God

You stepped out of the shower, got dressed and left for work, ready to throw yourself into your tasks at the gallery in order to distract yourself from your misery. Maybe you’d even get some Ben and Jerry’s on your way home.

§

You struggled to push through the front door with your work bag on one arm and a bag of groceries (Ben and Jerry’s included) on the other. That’s when you noticed the music softly playing from the living room. Weird, you didn’t remember leaving the radio on…

When you’d closed the door and shook off your shoes, you noticed the distinct smell of your honey and rose body soap lingering in the air. There was no way that had kept since your shower this morning. Something was amiss...

You barely begun to feel anxious when a large pair of hands clasped around your face and a pair of familiar lips crushed onto yours. Your yelp was muffled by the passionate kiss, and a second later your mind caught up and you realized. 

It was Steve! There, in your apartment, his tongue sliding passed your lips and into your mouth as it opened willingly for him. 

The bag of groceries fell to the ground along with your bag and you flung your arms around his neck as he whipped his hands around the back of your thighs and hoisted them up to wrap around his slim hips in one, smooth movement.

You broke away from the kiss with a gleeful squeal. 

“You’re here!?” You were dumbfounded in your joy. 

“I couldn’t stay away from my best girl any longer,” he responded with a smile, pushing you up against the front door.  

“But I didn’t get a call! Or a text. Or even a heart emoji,” you said, more incredulous than anything else. It was a wonderful surprise that caught you completely off guard, blizz surging through your body. 

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, actually see you when you got the news for once. I had the team do the debriefing on the jet so they could drop me off here directly,” he said as he leaned in for another kiss. “Totally worth it to see your reaction,” he said against your lips, and laughed when you slapped his chest.

“You scared me, you asshole,” you exclaimed, but you were laughing with him.

“Sorry,” he answered as he kissed his way down your jaw and onto your neck, warm hands squeezing your thighs. He didn’t sound sorry at all, teeth nipping at your pulse point, drawing a tiny gasp from your lips.

Touch-starved indeed. 

Your mind started to fog over with a wave of arousal as you started to feel down his back. The muscles rippled under your fingertips, and you raked your nails back up to his neck, eliciting a quiet groan from his throat. 

That’s when you noticed he was completely nude except for a rather tiny towel around his hips.

“You showered here? And you used my body soap?” you asked.

“I had to shower, I don’t think you could have handled the smell. Three months undercover in the Croatian black market, the last three weeks on a pig farm in the countryside. Plus, your body soap reminds me of you. Got me hard just smelling it,” he said, letting you down on your feet again as he started ripping off your layers of clothing, breath coming out in pants.

Hard indeed, you thought, as you looked down to see the tiny towel struggle against the tent at the front. 

Instinctively, you reached for it, throwing the towel off as he threw your jacket and scarf aside, grasping his hard cock in one hand, feeling how hot and heavy it was in your palm.

He threw his head back and let out a shuddering breath, hands loosely wrapped around your neck as you gave an experimental tug. He seemed pretty much as touch-starved as you. 

There was a reason you reacted so quickly once you got the heads up. Aggression, stress, adrenaline plus his enhanced physique usually meant a lot of pent up energy needed release once Steve got back from missions. You had no qualm at all being the vessel through which that energy was released. Steve would put you through the mattress two to three times during the first night back, and you absolutely fucking loved it. And you loved him, and were pretty sure he loved you back.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips as he started pushing you towards the bedroom, your hand still wrapped around his cock, pulling at it slowly as leakage began to spring forth at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight. 

“I missed you, I need you. Now,” he continued, voice breathy as his eyes gazed sweetly into your own. Your breath caught in your throat at the piercing blue. 

“God, Steve, you have no idea how much I’ve longed for you,” you heard yourself saying, emotion washing over you almost making you whimper. You still couldn’t believe he was here, a whole month before time!

The back of your knees hit the bed and he gently pushed you down onto your back, hands going straight for your pants when you froze.

Shit. A month before time. Fuck

Without the heads up you hadn’t had the opportunity to shave. You hadn’t even gotten your bag off your shoulder before he had practically thrown himself over you in the hallway.

You had no idea what this would mean to Steve. Would it be a turn off? Did women sport bushes in the 40’s? Had he even seen a woman’s pussy before he went in the ice?

The thought of this moment being ruined sparked a panic in your mind and your hands shot up to grab Steve’s wrists as he was undoing the button of your pants. 

His hands stilled and he gave you a confused look. 

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

You gave a strained smile and bit your lips as you stared into his curious eyes. Why were you suddenly being so unsure of yourself? This was Steve, you could say anything to Steve!

“You know, since you were a month early, and didn’t text before you came over...I didn’t have time to...freshen up...down there,” you said slowly and gestured awkwardly to your crotch.

He huffed a laughter. 

“Honey, you know I love the way you taste. Just let me get these off you,” he said confidently as he undid your sipper swiftly and started to tug at the waistband of your trousers.

“It’s not that,” you said, again stopping his hands mid-movement.

You took a deep breath.

“I haven’t shaved...in four months...so it’s kinda...bushy” you said, averting your eyes in embarrassment. 

This was truly uncharted territory, seeing how you couldn’t even keep eye contact. This was the man who’d had his whole tongue up your ass. 

“Oh” he said, surprised, though there was a hint of curiosity in it. 

His eyes grew wider as he stared at your pant clad crotch, hands still on the waist band. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he focused intently on the space between your legs. You couldn’t read his expression, he didn’t seem to know exactly what he was feeling himself.

Then he slowly pulled your pants down your legs and threw them on the floor. He sat down on his knees in front of the bed and pulled at your thighs with ease until your butt was right at the edge. He never let his eyes away from your crotch, you watching him intently.

When his eyes darted up to meet yours, they were dilated to the point where only a small rim of blue shone around the black pools of...lust?

“You’ve grown a whole forest for me, have you?” he asked, voice suddenly gone dark and ruff, and he looked back down between your legs. 

You tiny lace thong concealed your slit and puckered back entrance, but not much more. On all sides of the light purple fabric was wild, dark hair, some even springing forth through the lace. You thought it was actually quite a pretty sight, but was still holding out on the verdict from Steve. 

He let a finger trail the hair that was growing on one side of your panties, and a hum rang through his chest. That seemed like something you could recognize. It was a hum of approval. Of appreciation almost.

He took one of the curls sticking out of the lace between his fingers and pulled lightly. The tugging sensation provoked a gasp from you, and the responding grunt from Steve’s lips caught both of you off guard. Your eyes met briefly in surprise, before you both returned your focus to your hairy core.

You were starting to understand his reaction now, intrigued. Reaching down, you tugged your panties to the side, letting him see your slit and the puckered lips between the two mops of hair. 

His breath came out harder as he spread his fingers through the hair before pulling at the lips, spreading them open to reveal your weeping hole and red clit, swollen and needy for attention. Without another word, Steve leaned in and gave a swipe of his tongue up the entire length of your slit, and you moaned at the pleasure that bolted through your core. 

He started licking and sucking at your leaking sex like a man starved (which he to some degree was), hands gripping your hips and holding you down as you sqiurmed at the stimulation. 

As he worked you, you threw your shirt off along with your bra, and his hands automatically reached up to your breasts as you lay back down on your back. Deftly, he rolled and pinched your hardening nipples with coarse fingertips, all while lapping at your clit with quick and wet expertise. He moaned into your core, sending a shiver up your spine and you started to rock your hips against his face in rhythm with his licks. 

You knew you wouldn't need long tonight, and when Steve pulled his right hand down and slipped two fingers right into your cunt, he only needed to curl his fingers a couple of times before you came undone, back arching and lips open in a silent scream as you came, convulsing around his fingers. He languidly licked you through your orgasm, groaning into your wet heat as you relaxed back down on the mattress, breath ragged. 

He removed his fingers from within you, and you lamented the absence. He put the fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily on the digits. He kept your eyes in a locked gaze as he moaned at the taste, and you whimpered at his unabashedness. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between licking the residue of your orgasm of his knuckles. 

America’s golden boy was such a dirty bastard in bed, and you couldn’t help your proud giggle at being the one who unleashed his inner beast. 

His eyes went back to your quivering cunt and he let his fingertips gently play at your entrance. You didn’t quite understand where he was going with the gesture, but didn’t mind at all. He looked on entranced as he moved his fingers around your weeping hole, and you looked at him.

“God, what a sight,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Such pretty, wet curls”.

Your cheeks flushed and you let out another giggle. His attention drew to your face, and he laughed as well as you hid your face in the crook of your elbow. He raised himself to his feet and crawled over you on the bed.

“What?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear as you giggled again.

He was so darn cute, and still rock hard, his engorged length brushing against your inner thigh.

Instead of answering, you lifted your head up and caught his lips in a kiss. Enthusiastically, he threw himself into it, gasping when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked lightly. A shiver went through him, a near pornographic groan leaving his throat. 

Oh he was on tonight 

You couldn’t wait to taste him. To feel his throbbing cock stretch your mouth, salty on your tongue. 

You gently pushed at his chest, and he let you roll him over on his back. Lord knows you would never be able to move him without his help, but you both liked the feeling of you being in charge. 

He watched you intently with those breathtaking blue eyes as you slithered down his body, laying wet kisses to his strapping chest, dipping your tongue into every divot of his abs. He let out these wonderful, small gasps every so often, his hands going into fists at his sides. 

You wasted no time when you reached his cock, only licking once at the small drop of clear fluid sitting at the tip before taking the purple head into your mouth, sucking lightly. 

Steve let out a strangled moan and threw his head back, eyes falling closed. 

"Oh my god, baby, that's it," he panted.

Spurred on by his words, you started to work your head up and down his throbbing length, pushing him further in each time. When he hit the back of your throat, you pushed through your need to gag and swallowed around him. 

He groaned, a deep, vibrating sound that went straight to your core like a lightning bolt. 

You felt his hands on the back of your head as he held you in place.

Yes, yes, yes, you thought through your body's surge for air. 

Tears pricked at your eyes as your throat convulsed around him, and Steve called out in that stern and commanding voice above you. 

"Look at me" 

And you did. His heavy brow furrowed, cheeks flushed and lips red, swollen and slightly parted. He was a vision and your cunt clamped around nothing, screaming for attention. 

He gripped a fistful of hair and dragged your face off his cock. Your ragged breath ripped out as oxygen finally found your lounges, long strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his red and angry cock. 

You could feel him losing control of himself in the way his look darkened, his muscles twitching. You eagerly anticipated it. He gripped your jaw and slammed his mouth to yours, spit and precum mingling between you in an open and obscene kiss that was mostly tongue.

He drew you up to straddle his waist with the hand on your jaw and you eagerly obeyed his manhandling. 

You splayed one hand on his chest, while the other reached between you to grab his cock and lining it to your entrance. He let his hands glide up your thighs and settle on each ass cheek as he spread them slightly. 

You locked eyes with him as you felt his tip breach you, forcing your flesh to yield to his massive girth. 

A groan escaped his gritted teeth.

As you tried to lower yourself though, you felt his hands holding you put, not letting you move a centimeter.

You looked down at him, and you saw him smugly cock a brow at your obvious frustration. A needy whine escaped you. 

"Tell me what you need, baby," he commanded, almost encouraged. 

The cocky bastard was getting off on denying you, enjoying torturing you. 

You secretly loved it. 

"Come on, baby, tell me. What do you need?" 

You knew the questions applied to more than just the serious fucking you craved that moment, and had craved for months now. 

"I need you," you whispered, staring into his intense eyes. 

He moved you with ease a few inches down on his cock, relishing in your gasp as he stretched you so sweetly. 

"Tell me how you feel about me," he demanded, keeping you pinned in place as you squirmed in his grip. 

You whimpered in your desperation to be filled. 

"I love you, Steve. I love your face, your tongue, your cock. Even your sadistic pleasure at torturing me like this," you gritted out, nails digging into his chest. 

He groaned at your words and pushed you down on his cock in one swift motion until he bottomed out inside you. 

You struggled to take in air as he kept you put with his hands on your hips, the new torture not being able to get away.

He looked on, eyes hooded as you gripped him like a vice. 

"That's it, baby. You need this, you need me. You love me. You’re so good at taking me, swallowing me so greedily," he kept repeating as he rocked you slowly on him, waiting for you to adjust. 

"Yes,” you repeated breathily as you started moving your hips in tandem with his hands. Soon he removed them, letting them hover over your waist as you moved on your own, riding him harder and harder. 

You started riding in earnest, slamming yourself down on his cock as the squelching sounds of your arousal filled the room. 

“Fuck,” he exclaimed. Your chest swelled with pride.

His eyebrows started to raise in a telling way that made you think you were actually gonna make him come, and you moaned at the prospect.

That's when he caught you by surprise, sitting up and flipping you over so you were under him, remaining inside you the entire time. 

He wasted no time before he was pounding into you, the bed protesting the vigorous movement underneath, you encouraging it above. 

He threw one of your legs on his shoulder, sitting up on his knees to get that angle that always made you see stars. 

And boy, was he right on cue. His cock punched right onto your sweet spot and you arched your back, cunt involuntarily squeezing him. 

"G-god," you choked out, hands clasping at his thighs, feeling how his taunt, bulging muscles moved under your touch as he fucked into your yielding body, bringing you closer to the edge with every thrust.

You looked up at his face, and saw how his hand reached around your thigh to ghost above your lower abdomen, seemingly contemplating.

You were right on the edge, vision blurred, sweat on your forehead as you looked on. 

That's when he ran his fingers through the hair on the top of your mound and closed his fist around it. He took in a sharp, shuddering gasp and his movement faltered for a moment. His brows raised again. 

His hand tugged harshly at your pubic hair and to your utter surprise, your orgasm exploded within you, your mouth opening in a small whine as your body went rigid. 

Steve groaned deep in his chest before his eyes rolled back. His hand tugged harder on the fistful of hair, sparking your prolonged orgasm with a painful sting. 

He gave a few, deep thrusts as his own release coursed through him and into you, filling you up with four months worth of pent up juice. 

Through your haze you squeezed his thighs lovingly, nails digging into the skin. He was so goddamn, fucking beautiful. 

Steve released his grip on your hair and let his softening cock slip out of you. He collapsed beside you on the bed, one massive, hot hand on your thigh to keep you connected.

You had early on learned that The Captain's love language was touch, and he would usually keep himself physically connected with you at all times during the first 24 hours back from missions - to your varying delight.

You lay there, listening to your pants as you came down from your high. It was all so strange, and all so good. 

You turned your head towards him, taking in his glorious side profile with his straight and imposing nose, strong chin and ruff stubble, piercing blue eyes concealed by pale eyelids and a flutter of thick, long eyelashes. 

“I gather the bush wasn’t a problem?” you teased.

The way he had reacted to it had been anything other than what you expected. You thought maybe you’d get some mild discomfort, some awkwardness and then just ignoring it all together. 

Not ...that. 

You mound still stung a bit from his harsh tugging at the end there.

He smiled and turned to meet your eyes, cheeks slightly pink. 

“You gathered right,” he said, and averted his eyes in the cutest way possible. You rolled onto his chest and made him look you in the eyes. His hands found your back and started stroking a couple of fingers lightly up and down your spine.

“Where did that come from? If I’d known you’d react like that, I would have grown it out a long time ago!”

He laughed.

“If I’d known, I would have let you know a long time ago. Everyone I’ve been with before you sported the same...baldness as you normally do. And it’s not like I saw a lot og nude dames back in the day, ya know.”

Ah, that answered that question

As your thoughts lingered on his response, he saw his opportunity to grab the back of your head and bring you in for a sweet kiss. Starving and deprived, the kiss soon turned heated, and his tongue effortlessly slid into your mouth as you moaned at the intrusion. 

You broke the kiss before it became too consuming, earning a disappointed pout from Steve as you quickly threw yourself from the bed. You pointed a finger at him.

“No, no, no, I am going to shower before you go any further, mister!”

He raised his hands in defense at your tone, but a smirk was playing at his lips. 

“Plus, I think I need to shave a bit, don’t you?” you asked innocently.

Before you knew it, he had rushed forward, grabbed your wrist and waist and hoisted you back on the bed, effectively pinning you under his weight, one wrist in each hand at the side of your face. You felt your body humming with energy at his power demonstration.

“You’re not going to shave a goddamn thing,” he said matter-of-factly, though there was a playful tone to his voice. 

You giggled at his words, which turned into a gasp as he leaned down and nipped at your neck.

“Do I need to go down there and remind you who you belong to? Eat your wet and hairy pussy like cream, taste my stain as it leaks out of you?” he rasped in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and right to your core. The dirtier side of your Captain still took you by surprise sometimes.

Then your eyes flashed open as realization hit you. Cream.

“Oh my god, Ben and Jerry!” you shouted as you pushed at your restraint, and Steve, ever the intuitive, let you go immediately when he understood the moodshift.

You darted out of the bed and sprinted from the room.

“That better not be someone you're expecting,” Steve called from the room, and you couldn’t control your laugh as you bounded for the discarded grocery bag in the hallway.

As if...

Author’s note: This was my first one-shot, and a hell of a lot of fun. I don’t really remember where the whole pubic hair!kink-idea came from, but once it entered my mind, I couldn’t get it out until it hit the paper. I just imagine Steve being a real lover of natural bodies and natural body hair, ya feel<3 Thanks for reading, love you<3

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Delaying the Inevitable: Chapter 14 - Nightfall

Book: Open Heart 3 (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Chapter: Teen

Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter: Casey gets through her first night without Ethan, thanks to a good friend who is by her side; Ethan begins to see things will be more difficult than he had thought.

Category: Extended Series (WIP)

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak.

A/N: OK, It’s not AS sad as 13… but…it's still sad. We will get past the sad and there will be fun and levity ahead. We can all hold hands until then. : )

A/N 2: I broke my original Chapter 14 into two. I think it’s more digestible this way and you don’t have to wait as long. I will do my best to get Chapter 15 up by the weekend.

I hope you continue to enjoy the story!

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As a physician, Tobias Carrick viewed the world in clinical light, and, as a resident of a major city, it was not uncommon for him to stumble across someone in physical or emotional distress. Like others in his position, he has learned to handle these situations with aplomb, quickly assessing the situation, determining the severity level, and getting the appropriate care needed. It was standard operating procedure, no emotion, no grey area. Of course, it played out a bit differently when the person in crisis was one of his closest friends, his oldest friend’s girlfriend, and the woman he secretly loved, all wrapped up into one.

“T. Ethan left me. He left me and, I don’t have any place to go.”

Her words played over in his mind, but they didn’t make sense. Sure, Ethan was going through a difficult time, but Casey was the best thing that ever happened to him… and he knew it. But Casey had no reason to lie about this. Normally he’d ask her to repeat herself, to make sure he heard correctly, but as she clung to him, shivering and weeping into his shoulder, he knew it would only cause her more pain, and he was not about to add to that.

Seeing Casey in this state really threw him off his game. Her eyes that were always so vibrant, that smiled when she greeted not only him but just about everyone, were now tear-stained and vacant. She was trembling, and he could not determine if it was due to her heightened anxiety or because she was woefully underdressed for the unseasonably cold September night. He knew it was likely a combination of both. When she was able to stop sobbing long enough to form a coherent sentence, she appeared too exhausted or just unwilling to do so. As her friend, as someone who loved her more than she knew, it was gut-wrenching to see her in this state, and it could have easily clouded his judgment in reacting. Luckily, his training shone through and helped him keep a level head, precisely what was needed.

He knew better than to push her right now. She wasn’t ready. The only thing of importance was making sure she was safe and cared for, everything else could wait. After he called for a car, Tobias removed his coat and wrapped it around her trembling body. He sensed how uncomfortable she was when anyone looked at her, including him, so he changed positions to protectively shield her from the view of others. At some point, he would have a discussion to let her know she never needed to feel that way in front of him, but that was not a conversation for tonight. He silenced his mind and let go of the myriad of questions running through his head. Based on Casey's few words, he also curbed his visceral reaction to contact Ethan.

Casey was not yet able to process her feelings, much less express them, and Tobias had no idea how much his restraint meant to her. Being near him, near anyone, was as terrifying as it was comforting. She was numb and needed to center herself before she could feel again. This was a herculean task because she knew an extraordinary pain was waiting to greet her. While it filled her with dread, she found herself becoming more willing to surrender, knowing she had a friend by her side, one who respected her limits. As she began to acclimate, she realized that she would find the strength to step up to the starting line of putting her life back in order, but, for tonight, she just needed to “be.”

Feeling secure in the backseat of the sedan, Casey began to emerge from the almost incoherent state she had been in. She was aware of her surroundings and, subconsciously, she knew her basic needs would be met. She didn’t have to worry about telling anyone, someone already knew. She didn’t have to think about where she could go, because Tobias was taking care of that for her. With these immediate needs met, her mind began to settle and, as much as she would have fought it a short time ago, she now felt overwhelming relief knowing that Tobias was with her.

But the downside of the emerging calm was the growing awareness of her painful new reality. Ethan left her. She was no longer his, and he was no longer hers. As she began to piece the past few hours together, she noted the irony. Just as she began to feel as if she could breathe again, she found herself pushed off a ledge with no safety net below.

Tobias discreetly watched her slumped over in her seat as if his gaze could somehow provide protection from her pain. After some time, she slowly lifted her shoulders and let out a soft whimper when her back fell flush against the car’s seat.

Tobias reached over and took her ice-cold hand in his, “Case? You, OK?”

“I guess I will be,” she answered flatly. “Where are we going?”

“My place for now. You need to get warmed up and maybe something to eat. When is the last time you ate?”

She thought back to the gathering at her old apartment, it was just hours ago, but it may as well have been years. “I guess, I guess back at the apartment.”

“OK, so tequila shots and nachos many hours ago? That won’t work. Once we get you settled, I’ll get you something, OK?”

She silently nodded, still staring straight ahead.

“Should I call anyone? Jackie was at the apartment, maybe she could come by. Or Sienna when she gets off shift….”

“NO!!” Casey yelled as she jumped up from her seat. It was the first time he saw her spring into life. “No, Tobias! No! Don’t call anyone! I don’t want to see or talk to anyone, do you understand?”

He was startled by the sheer terror in her voice. Casey was one of the strongest people he had ever met, she handled crises daily with poise. So, when he saw the fear that flashed before her eyes, he knew to back off. Then it dawned on him. Had he not stumbled upon her, she wouldn’t have called anyone. She would have wandered aimlessly, in this condition, for who knows how long. He let out a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding in as relief came over him. He inadvertently left his wallet behind when he left work for the day. If he had not, their paths wouldn't have crossed. He marveled at the serendipity.

“Don’t worry, Casey. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Thank you, T.” She wanted to offer a small smile, but she could not. Instead, she gently squeezed his hand, which had remained in hers.

He smiled weakly, “Don’t mention it, Kid.”

As they pulled up in front of Tobias’s, he could see her apprehension building again. He walked to her side of the car to open her door, and as he helped her out, she clutched his arm.

“I don’t want to see anyone,” she said in a pained whisper. She appeared almost terrified.

“It’s OK, stay close to me. I’ll keep you covered. We’ll be in my apartment in no time.”

As she stood up, she pulled Tobias’s jacket up toward her cheeks. It was the first time she was aware that she had it on. Then she wrapped her scarf around her face leaving only her eyes uncovered. But her eyes were the last thing she wanted anyone to see, for she knew that they would instantly betray her. So, she looped her arm around her friend’s and placed her head on the back of his shoulder. She all but closed her eyes, allowing him to lead the way.

She stayed in this position when they entered his apartment. So, he led her to the plush sectional in the living room and gently removed her hand from his arm, helping her sit down.

“You’re still so cold. Can I make you a coffee?”

She nodded. “Can I have a blanket?”

“Of course, I’ll turn the fireplace on too.”

Tobias returned with a pale blue fleece blanket and a mug of coffee, the same way he had prepared it for her countless times before at work. He helped her out of his jacket (and hers) before wrapping the blanket around her. She took the hot mug into her thawing hands and, just before he took her jacket away, Casey retrieved her phone from its pocket. No messages, no calls.

Just when she felt the pit in her stomach could not get any deeper.

“Can I get you anything else?”

For the first time since he first ran into her tonight, she looked at him. “No, thank you, Tobias.”

She sipped her coffee and felt the hot liquid coat her mouth and her throat, filling her chest with warmth. She underestimated how soothing it would be.

“One more of these, and I may actually feel my extremities again,” she deadpanned.

Tobias couldn’t help but smile. Her wise-ass sense of humor remained intact, even now.

“I’m happy to make you another when you’re ready.”

He sat on the other end of the sofa. “What do you need, Casey. Whatever it is, it’s yours. If you need an ear, I’m here. If you want me to shut the fuck up and go into another room, I can do that too.”

She leaned forward and rubbed her forehead. “What I really want right now is to go to the bathroom.”

He laughed, “Well, there are four. You know where they are; take your pick.”

“I’m using yours,” she said, “I love the view.”

He smiled gently, “Whatever makes you happy. How about I make you a snack while you’re in there, deal?”

“Deal,” she said giving him a fist bump as she passed him by.

As Tobias went through the cupboards in his kitchen, he noticed his phone flashing; he had several unread messages.

Oh, fuck. I had a dinner date with Laura tonight.

He walked down the hall to his office for privacy and called Laura to explain what happened. He apologized profusely and, to his surprise, she was very understanding. He expressed his gratitude.

“No worries,” Laura said, “I think it’s great that you’re such a good friend. Please take care of him and I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tobias cocked an eyebrow, but he did not correct her.

When Casey returned to the living room, Tobias had a grilled cheese sandwich and bowl of tomato soup waiting for her on the coffee table.

“Aw, T. You remembered?”

“Remembered what?”

“That grilled cheese and tomato soup are my go-to comfort foods.”

He smiled, “I’d love to take credit for that. It would make me look much more amazing than I actually am. Considering that this is the comfort food of choice for a good 40% of the population, I just went with what I know.”

“Well, you still got it right.” She broke a piece of crust off and dipped it in the soup before tossing it into her mouth.

“So, ask,” she asked timidly.

“Ask what?”

“Whatever it is you want to know.”

“Casey, I found you in a pretty bad place, so, yeah, I have questions. But all that matters to me right now is that you’re safe and being cared for. If talking helps you, talk. If not, my questions can wait.”

Casey stared into her soup.

“After I left you at my old apartment, I decided to surprise … Ethan … and make a fruit salad for him tonight. So, I stopped by the produce store on the way…home …” she stopped and took a breath. “I was in his kitchen less than 10 minutes before he spewed those words… ‘we have to talk.’ He proceeded to tell me he didn’t want me to move in with him. I thought that was bad enough, right? Considering I’m supposed to be living there as of the day after tomorrow. But as we continued, he made it clear that he didn’t just want me out of his apartment, he wanted me out of his life.”

She closed her eyes and bit her upper lip. The anesthetizing effect of emotional exhaustion was beginning to wear off, and the pain was threatening to shut her down, but she pushed through.

“He said I was a mistake… a lesson learned… we should have never happened….”

Tobias watched her breathing begin to quicken, and her composure started to falter. He reached across the couch and took her hand.

Silence filled the room until he spoke, “Casey, I’m so sorry. But I can’t believe that he meant those things, I’m not making excuses for him, but he’s in such a dark place. Is it possible that he will wake up tomorrow and…”?

She looked down, fighting back tears, then lifted her head and looked into Tobias’s eyes, “No. It won’t happen. I begged him, T,” she said with her voice cracking, “I literally begged him.”

She rose to her feet and walked to the window, her sadness meshing with self-loathing, “I fucking begged him! And it… and he … it didn’t matter, he just let me go like I never meant anything at all.”

She walked back and fell onto the sofa clenching her knees to her chest. “I sat in the hallway for almost a half-hour. I thought for sure he’d come and get me… but he never did.”

Her lip started quivering and she knew any chance of keeping her composure was gone. “I’m such a fucking fool.”

She put her forehead on her knees and covered her face with her hands, trying to will herself invisible. Tobias scooted over and put his arms around her as she wept. She nuzzled into his chest as he gently rocked her and stroked the back of her head.

“Casey, don’t say that. You’re not a fool. Trust me, there is only one fool in this scenario, and it is not you.”

“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed him… not with Louise, not with me. I mean… I did… I kept pushing… for almost three years… if he didn’t want… if he didn’t want me…or anyone. I spent all that time saying we were meant to be. Maybe I was just selfish….”

“Woah, Woah. OK, No, you’re going to stop now,” he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me, he wanted you; he probably still does. Case, the only thing you’re guilty of falling in love with a very damaged man, and right now, he’s taking it out on you, but that is his fault, not yours. If you did something wrong, I’d tell you, but you haven’t. Baby, you do not deserve this.”

Casey had been trying to control her emotions ever since Tobias found her, but she couldn’t hold them in any longer. She leaned into arms and let the torrent of tears that she had been keeping at bay fall freely. She fell apart in his arms, and he allowed her all the time she needed to alternately talk, yell and cry until she had no more words to say and no more tears to give. His heart ached to see her in so much pain. He thought about Ethan too, he was likely alone and tormented, and Tobias was worried about him. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to knock some sense into him… badly.

“I am going to have to deal with the fallout. And my head hurts too much to even think about all that encompasses right now ….”

Tobias removed his arm from her shoulder, turning her to look him directly in the face.

“Casey, tomorrow, you’ll need a plan. But tonight, all you need is some clean clothes, a warm bed, and a roof over your head, and you have all of those things right here... if that’s what you want.”

“It is. But I also need that shoulder.”

He smiled at her gently, “You’ve got that too.”

She fell back onto him and remained quietly in his arms for a long while; finally, he nudged her.

“Case, I’m here for you as long as you need. But it’s getting late, why don’t you take a shower? I’ll get you something to wear and see if you can get some sleep.”

“Oh, T., I’m sorry, I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Shhhh. Stop it. I don’t need to sleep tonight, young lady,” he said with a grin, “I’m here for you, but I want you to try and get some rest. You’ve been through so much tonight."

For the first time tonight, she smiled weakly, but that look quickly turned to terror. “Oh my God!”

“What?”

“Oh, my fucking God.”

“What?!?”

“I have to go to work tomorrow. I have to see him… tomorrow… at work… I can’t….”

“You’re right, you can’t, and you won’t. I know you're part of this workaholic’s anonymous thing that we all have going on, but this is what sick days are for. I doubt you will be in the physical, much less mental state to be dealing with patients tomorrow. You’re calling out.”

“But I…”

“You’re not going in tomorrow, Casey. Why don’t you go take a shower, I can look at the schedule, and when you come out, we will make a quick plan of action before you go to bed, OK?”

She smiled wearily, “OK.”

Tobias left the room and came back with a small pile of towels, a pair of his sweats, and a bathrobe.

"Leave your clothes outside of the bathroom door. I'll throw them in the washer for you so that they'll be clean for you in the morning."

“Thank you, T. I want to use one of the showers I can sit in. I’m too tired to stand. If I’m taking refuge in a palace tonight, I may as well take advantage of the amenities.”

Tobias laughed softly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “Casey, you are amazing, you know that?”

She smiled wistfully, “Yeah, no, I really am not feeling that at this moment.”

“Well, you should be. Come on,” he said leading her down the hallway, “you’ll want the shower in the larger guest room, which is where you can stay tonight.”

Casey tugged his arm to stop him.

“Yes?”

“T. Thank you, just, thank you for everything.”

“Thank me when I’ve done something worth thanking me for, Casey. You don’t ever have to thank me for looking out for you.”

Once Tobias heard the water flowing, he crossed the hall and went into his office. He pulled up the diagnostic team’s schedule and immediately noticed that Ethan had logged on just 10 minutes earlier, but he had not made any changes. Casey had made it clear to Tobias that she did not want Ethan knowing where she was, nor did she want him to know that Tobias was aware of their break-up. He logged out of the system at once; making any changes would be a giveaway that he knew. He rubbed his chin in thought when he heard a noise coming from the hall. Casey was crying in the shower and the sound reverberated in the hallway. He closed his eyes because he knew he should not run to her, but it felt almost unnatural not to. He checked his e-mails to distract himself.

About 15 minutes later, Casey knocked on his office door. She looked so natural, so at home standing in his doorway. Her long hair was wrapped up in a bath towel and his robe was tied over his loose-fitting sweats. For a moment, the thought of going to his friend’s house and smacking him in the head was overwhelming. How can anyone have the love of this woman and throw it away? But then his heart sank because he couldn’t imagine how dark Ethan’s demons must be for them to force him to do such a thing. He took some comfort in knowing Ethan had been logged into the scheduling system a short time ago. It was the only indication he had that his friend was remotely OK right now. He wished he could call to check-in, but his priority was Casey. He gave her his word, and there was no way he was going to break it.

“Hey,” he said.

Casey walked and took a seat next to his desk. “I’m going to text Naveen and tell him I’ll be out tomorrow.”

“That’s a good idea. I had a thought. I looked at the team’s schedule. Ethan is on the next three days, and then he is off two. If you take off the next three days, it gives you a full five to prepare for working with him. It gives you two days back in the hospital to catch up before you have to worry about the added stress of working together. What do you think?”

“I mean, three days? First, I’d need a doctor's note and, you can’t very well provide one for me.”

He smiled, “No, that wouldn’t be the best idea. But I can make a phone call to at least a dozen doctors at Kenmore and have a note sent over within the next 15-minutes. I won’t tell you what to do, but I think it’s a good idea.”

“I hate to do it….but... I need to… you’re right.”

“Consider it done. I’ll make the call.”

“Thank you.” She looked down at her hands, “I’m scared, T.”

Tobias rolled his chair over to her and took one hand in his. “I know, Sweetheart, I know. But try not to be scared. I know this is hell, but I know you will get through it, and you’re not alone.”

She looked up at him, her eyes sad, but tender. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Damn straight you are!” He said with a grin, making her break into what almost passed as a smile. “But that’s not all that you have. Casey, sleep on it, but I think you should tell your friends. I’m here for you 150%, but you have others who love you too, and you’re going to need a whole lot of love to get through this. They’ll want to help, just like you would if it were them, don’t deny them that, Casey.”

Casey raised her eyebrows as it dawned on her that shutting them out people who loved her would be doing precisely what Ethan was, and she knew that wasn’t the best path.

“OK, T. I will think on it, and I will tell them, but not right now.”

“Maybe tomorrow?”

“Maybe. I will try.”

“Well, I’ll be there with you when you tell them if that’s what you want.”

She looked up at him eagerly, “Please?”

“Of course. You look like you’re going to pass out. Why don’t you try to get some sleep? You let Naveen know you’ll be out tomorrow; I’ll have the note for you by morning.”

“OK, will you wake me up before you go in?”

“I will.”

Casey stood up and wrapped Tobias in an embrace. “I don’t know where I would be if you didn’t stumble across me tonight, T.”

“Well, thank God we don’t have to worry about that, Kid. For a really shitty night, at least that part turned out right.”

Pulling away, he said, “Want me to walk you to your room?”

She grinned, “Your apartment is not that big. I’ll manage. Thanks again, T.”

Tobias leaned back in his chair and exhaled into his hands. He picked up his phone and text Ethan.

Tobias turned off the lights in his office and headed to his room. He wished he could have spoken to Ethan, but for tonight, this would have to suffice. He will see him in the morning and try to assess more then. After all, that’s what a doctor does.

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As exhausted as she was, Casey was not surprised to find that sleep would not come easy tonight. She desperately tried to divert her thoughts from anything that had to do with Ethan. But how could she do that when her life was so interwoven with his.

But she had to. Frankly, her body was aching too much to endure another bout of crying. She knew it was only a matter of time before it would happen again, but she needed to let her body heal a bit so it could be destroyed once more.

Casey had experienced heartbreak and failed relationships before, but nothing of this magnitude. Ethan was supposed to be her forever. He was her forever, but maybe not in the way she imagined. She knew she'd never stop loving him. Perhaps she was destined to carry the ache in her heart for the rest of her days, it's certainly not how she imagined their forever to be. Her eyes began to well up with tears again. She shot up out of bed and turned on the light desperate for a diversion.

She wasn’t in her own home… well, she didn’t even have her own home at the moment, but there wasn’t much for her to entertain herself with here. There was a TV, but Tobias’s room was just next door, and she didn’t want to wake him. She could walk over to his office; she had seen dozens of books she wanted to read while she was in there, but she was confident that he would hear her and come darting out to ensure she was OK. But she needed something, and she needed it fast. She stood up and retrieved her phone from her purse on the dresser. Falling back into bed, she hoped to lose herself in Candy Crush for the next couple of hours when she saw two messages waiting.

She sat frozen, unable to move her eyes. First, she was shocked that he bothered to check on her at all given his behavior this evening. Then she was angry. He waited until she was gone for over 6 hours? How kind of him! Then she was (curse it!) happy, and she was ashamed of being happy. But she was delighted he had thought of her. She was relieved that he cared. She loved him so much, and the thought that she didn't matter to him was too much to bear right now. Then she saw the emojis next to his name.

Ethan 🥰❤️.

She recalled how giddy she was when she changed his name on her phone during the flight home from Inez’s wedding. He teased her mercilessly at the time, but then he asked her to updated her name on his phone as well.

Casey 💕.

Would he change it now? Would he need to ask someone for help to do it? If so, who would he ask? She used to joke with him, saying they’d only have to change it to Hubby and Wifey in the future, but there was another dream that would never come true. She remembered the beautiful engagement ring she and Sienna had found in Ethan’s dressing room and she began to cry.

Had he genuinely planned on proposing to her? Maybe she jumped to the wrong conclusion. Was the ring even meant for her? Had he bought it for someone else in the past?

What did it even matter now? Now, her job was to figure out a way to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart and try to move on. And she had to do this while she worked with the man she loved, the man who no longer wanted her, every single day. Healing would be a breeze. Somehow, the emotional roller coaster she was on slowed down for just long enough to allow her to reply to Ethan:

His replied almost instantly. She shook her head indignantly at his message before firing off a reply:

And just like that, the roller coaster sped off once again. She decided to always keep her seatbelt on going forward because this ride would not be ending anytime soon. Tobias had left her 2 Tylenol PM tablets, just in case she needed them. Well, she did. After swallowing the pills, she turned the light off and rolled over, burying her face into one of the many plush pillows on her bed. Apparently, she had more tears to cry after all.

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Across town, Ethan had been lying in bed, fully clothed, when Casey’s text arrived. An overwhelming sense of relief came over him. It was far too long after the fact when he realized that she had been in no condition to wander aimlessly around town. At least she was, seemingly, OK. Her blunt message stung, but it was to be expected.

When he sent his final message to her, he turned off his phone and rolled over. He stared at the space where Casey would be sleeping right now, if not for him. He reached out to touch her pillow but pulled his hand back before it made contact.

This is what you wanted. It turned out exactly as you had planned. You got your way. Get used to it.

This was what he wanted, to rid himself of love and emotional ties. This is how he was going to protect himself. So why did he feel so vulnerable?

It was too new, he told himself. Of course, it would take some time to adjust, but he would adjust. He had to.

But Ethan neglected to add one significant factor to his equation. Before Casey, he felt content, comfortable, even safe in his bubble, excluding others from his personal sphere. But it is one thing to live in isolation when you have never experienced true love. It’s quite another to go back after you have. He assumed the adjustment would be difficult, even painful, but he expected it to be short-lived. In the weeks to come, he would learn just how erroneous his prognosis was.

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Chapter 5

Warning: Deep Talk, Pain, torment, death, sadness, long long Story

Pairing: Stewart x Ferg

Words: 2560

Notes: Stewart returns from vacation and somehow has to tell Ferg his decision, but things don't go as expected. Bang Bang Bang!

Oh! And before I forget to write. After this fanfic, a Rience fanfic follows

- Yes, a long Rience fanfic -

This is the last chapter

Chapters:

Is that Love? - Klick here

Don't do that to me - Klick here

I will stay - Klick here

The Time will Tell - Klick here

Stewart was standing in the pub, at the pool table, glad that there wasn't much going on today and the room was empty for the pool players. There was an extra room, tables for a larger group to sit and two small standing tables. A small window let in fresh air. Stewart had been waiting for Ferg, for a long time, he came back from vacation today, Hawaii had been great, Stewart was finally able to talk to Ellie, and he knew exactly what he wanted. Now he was waiting for Ferg, to tell him his decision, but Ferg kept him waiting. So Stewart decided to set the balls on the table and play something. He looked at his watch now and sighed slightly, when five minutes had passed. He just nudged the cue ball, when the door opened and Ferg came in, smiling, with two large beers, Ferg watched as he pocketed the ball, seven thirty "You still got it on there" Ferg said setting the beer up on the small round bar table. Both men laughed and hugged "It's good to see you" Stewart said and Ferg slapped him lightly on the back "You too my friend"

Ferg, took a cue stick that was hanging on the wall and came to the table. He watched Stewart, as he put the balls back into the triangle. Stewart must have noticed his look, because he laughed briefly "You made me wait quite a bit" he said and looked at Ferg "I was there on time, just ordered beer" he said and at the words, he walked over to the table to drink his beer. "You look a lot better than last time, Ferg" "Is that a miracle? It's been a month," he said, putting the beer back on the table. "The wound is closed, everything has healed well, only a scar will remain" "Hey, you can definitely brag, about that to the others, mega good," said Setwart, slapped Fergs shoulders, with his fist and also went to the table. "Yeah, let's see," Ferg said, removing the triangle to expose the balls. "I'll take the full ones," he said, smiling at Stewart "That was so clear..." he said, laughing and took a sip before coming back, to the table "Let's toss a coin," Stewart said, taking out his Pocket a coin "I'll take head" Ferg said and Stewart snorted "That was pretty obvious too" "What? So, shall we flip a coin now?" "Don't be stupid," Stewart said, flipping the coin up and catching it.

Stewart slammed it, into his other palm and raised his hand. "Ah! Pay, I get to decide" Ferg groaned "Yeah well, then make up your mind" he said trying to look bored, he turned away from Stewart "I'll take the halves" he said and watched Ferg turn around, slowly" Are you serious, man? We didn't have to flip a coin, for that." Stewart laughed lightly, and only when Ferg laughed with him, did he laugh too. "You're calling me stupid, but you're not exactly the brightest candle either, my friend." They both started laughing again. Stewart loved to joke with him. "Are we going to make a bet?" Ferg asked, looking at his friend. Stewart shrugged, he had no idea what the bet was supposed to be. "The one who loses gets the next beer," Ferg said now, raising an eyebrow "Okay" he agreed Ferg began and as he thrust he asked "And how was your vacation, with Ellie?" Stewart loved Ferg for being so patient, no matter how excited or nosy. "Fine, at least for me" "Meaning, the weather sucked and Ellie pissed off?" "No, the weather was great and Ellie pissed off" Stewart saw Ferg nod, before pocketing a ball "Oh man, it's still no fun to play with you" Ferg bleated, slamming a flat hand on his forehead.

Ferg, couldn't believe what he was hearing, Ellie was pissed off? That could only mean one thing, right? But he didn't want to ask. "Been a lot of pretty women, on the beach?" he asked instead, "They didn't interest me." Ferg noticed Stewart's eyes on him, but didn't show anything and pocketed a ball. "That was mine, thanks, my friend," Stewart said, and Ferg groaned. "If things go on like this, I'll have to pay for the next beer too." Stewart laughed and pocketed two balls at the same time. "I just got it" "Oh come on, that was just luck" Ferg groaned but grinned slightly. "Ferg?" "mhm" Ferg was just highly concentrated, on a ball, it was close to the hole and that was his chance "I chose you, it's over with Ellie" Ferg shot but twisted, because he didn't believe what he heard. He looked at Stewart, he had put on an amiable face and looked at him, he supported himself with the cue. "Can you say that again?" he asked in disbelief, he saw Stewart smile "I chose you, it's over with ..." he got no further, then Ferg had walked around the table and kissed him. Stewart cupped his face in one hand. Ferg's emotions were a roller coaster, he felt like the luckiest man.

Stewart, let his lips slip from Ferg's and looked into his eyes. for a long time. Love is beautiful when you have found someone. Weren't those the words of Ferg. "You don't know what that means to me, Stewart" "It means a lot to me too, I won't leave you alone, and you'll never get rid of me" "Shit, if only I had known that beforehand" Ferg joked and kissed him anew. Stewart, held Ferg against the pool table and hugged him, while kissing him passionately. Ferg sat down on the table and pulled Stewart towards him, by the waist. "And … What did you have in mind, that we're both going to do today?" "I was thinking of a game of pool" "Oh come on Stewart" Ferg said dumbfounded and Stewart laughed, at the sight of him. "I didn't really think much, I just had to tell you." "What did Ellie say?" Stewart raised an eyebrow and looked down briefly, before their eyes met again. "Something about, it's just a phase" Ferg laughed briefly to "That's what my parents kept telling me, and I'm still the same, as I was years ago" both men grinned. "She said she's waiting for me" "She should, but I'm not giving you away anymore" Ferg said, and Stewart was glad, Ferg said that.

Both men are kissing again, as a man, entered the room. Stewart and Ferg didn't see him right away, until he slammed the door. Ferg saw the man and felt sick, sliding off the table. Stewart grabbed Ferg and stood in front of him. "Good evening," the man said, pulling a pistol from the inside of his pocket. Ferg's heart was racing, it was the exact same man who had shot him on the beach and fled. Ferg had pushed him, so far from his memory that he hadn't thought about the fact, that he was still at large for a long time. "As long as you do what I say, we won't have any problems here" "What do you want from us?" Ferg asked him. Stewart held out a hand to the man, as he moved toward her. "If any of you yell, I'll shoot without warning. You should know that," he said, grabbing a chair from the table and anchoring it to the door, so no one could enter. Stewart started sweating and felt nauseous. He had no idea what to do. He kept staring at the man, his movements were gentle, careful and lithe, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Get away from him" he said pointing the gun at Ferg "You're supposed to get away from him" Ferg obeyed, releasing Stewart's hand which he had been gripping in fear and backing towards the wall. "You stay there," he said to Stewart, as he was about to move to the wall, as well. Stewart didn't want to leave his friend alone, but what should he do, when there's a man standing in front of him, with a loaded pistol pointed at him.

Stewart looked into Ferg's eyes, wanting to tell him everything would be fine. "You don't know me, do you?" Stewart saw the man walk around the pool table and come towards him, Stewart shook his head. "Only from the beach when you stood in front of me and wanted to shoot me, but instead almostshoot, my friend," he said angrily, realizing tears were gathering in his eyes. "Yeah, about that, if he hadn't distracted me, the bullet would have landed in the right owner." Stewart took a deep breath. "And what exactly do you want from me?" asked he. The man had stepped close to him, "I wanted... I actually wanted to kill you, but now, I want to take something from you, just like your father once took something, that was important to me," he said and walked away from him and pointed the gun, at Ferg again. Stewart didn't know what the man was talking about, but what he did know, was that it was about the night Dad had an accident, although he had never spoken of it. "Please, we can work that out, can't we?" he asked, raising his hands imploringly not to hurt Ferg. The man grinned and tilted his head back in laughter.

Ferg didn't know what was going on, first he came to see his best friend, then he was the happiest man, in the world, because Stewart finally stood by him, and now he was so scared, he could hardly think. He looked from Stewart, to the man, as he started laughing. Then the man became serious again. Ferg's heart was racing, as the man looked at him, expressionless, cold as a stone. Ferg was getting dizzy, from the adrenaline rush, and he kept looking at Stewart, who was also looking at him, how much he would just like to go to him and hug him. Telling him he loved him...why hadn't he told him he loved him? "Do you have any idea, what your father did to me?" Ferg saw Stewart shake his head, "I don't know anything except, that he had an accident. He never talked about it." "Can you at least imagine it?" Stewart shook his head again and took a step towards Ferg "I told you don't move" the man yelled and Stewart stopped dead in his tracks "Please he has nothing to do with this, let him go" again the man laughed, as Stewart pointed to Ferg. "He had nothing to do with it, no. Neither did my wife," he said, pointing the gun that had been resting on Stewart, back at Ferg.

Stewart couldn't think straight. "What happened that night?" he asked, seeing the man take his eyes off Ferg, for a moment. He pointed the pistol back at him. "You want to know what happened?" Stewart nodded, hoping he could calm the man down enough, to let Ferg go. "My wife was heavily pregnant... I had to take her to the hospital." Stewart swallowed, somehow feeling like he knew how this story was going to end. "She just had stomach pains, but we thought it was contractions. She was about to run to the car, when some drunk pig came rushing into the parking lot and ran her over." Stewart closed his eyes. "She told me the license plate number, while she was lying on the street, bleeding from a number of wounds. She..." The man started to cry, but still kept the gun trained on Stewart. "She told me the number plate. That was the last thing, I heard from my wife, the shitty number plate"

Ferg swallowed, raising his hands slightly. He didn't want to lose Stewart, he had to come up with something. "Your father, drove away with no guilty conscience. My wife and baby died that night," the man yelled. "I've been looking for your father for a long, very long time, but when I finally found him. He had already died, of his alcoholism." Stewart swallowed and nodded slightly, he could understand the man, very well. "I have nothing to lose, I thought to myself, when I found out the bastard has a son. And here we are." he said and laughed. Ferg couldn't take it anymore, the man was so focused on Stewart, that he probably didn't notice when he approached and knocked the gun out of his hand. Wrong guessed, when he even lifted his leg slightly, the man pointed the pistol at Ferg and without qualms, he pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing his shoulder, he fell hard against the wall and slid down it, left a bloody streak on the wall, not again, was his thought, as he put his hand on his shoulder, which had taken a bullet once before. Stewart screamed and started to run to Ferg, when another shot rang out. Ferg only saw a blur of blood and skin splattering off Stewart's knee, and he fell roughly to the ground. "I said, don't move." Stewart clutched his wound, but his eyes didn't leave Ferg. Tears ran down his cheeks, "Please leave him, he has nothing to do with the whole thing!" yelled Stewart now.

It grew louder at the door, it was rattled and shouts came in. "Not much time left", said the man and scratched himself, with the gun, "Where was I? Oh yes, you know what your father said in court?" Stewart cried, as he watched Ferg pale, he shook his head when the man asked. "He said, she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So is your boyfriend." said he was aiming at Ferg. Stewart screamed, as the shot rang out, hitting Ferg in the stomach. Ferg groaned briefly and held his new wound, with his other hand. Ferg knew he would die in this place. He looked at Stewart, not only was he crying, Stewart was crying too, he wanted to say so much to him. But he lacked the words and the air. He hoped that Stewart caught his look - I love you -. He raised his hand, wanting to touchhim, just once more. "No, no, no," said the man. Ferg looked back at the man, his vision so blurry, he couldn't really see him. When the shot rang out, Ferg was gone, everything he loved, what he felt, what he hated, what excited him, everything that made him who he was was gone.

Stewart's eyes widened, as he saw Ferg's lifeless body sagging against the wall, a bullet in his head. Stewart screamed and yelled and crawled over to his friend, not caring what the man was doing to him. He also didn't hear the siren of the police car. Reaching Ferg, he pulled the lifeless body to him, stroking its head and hugging it, as tightly as he could. "Ferg, Ferg, it's going to be alright, you hear, it's going to be alright" He kissed his hair. He flinched, when another shot rang out, he looked at the man, lying dead on the ground. Stewart kissed Ferg "I love you...I love you" he said hugging the body even more "I will never forget you"

End

Hello again. If you've read it this far. I wanted to say thank you. And I would be happy about feedback, that means please leave a little heart there. Unfortunately, I see more and more often that many people put a lot of effort into writing, but hardly get any attention. So if you read something you like from whoever, feel free to leave a little love behind. This world is cruel enough. Love you all. Kiss, Kiss.

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If you could rewrite legend of korra and make it your own(or just in general better) how would you do it? The villains would stay the same and korra and crew are the same(personalities you can definitely tweak a bit. I would definitely not have any love triangles and make korra and asami happen in the beginning) how would you do it with your ships being canon as well?

Okay so I’ve never actually watched LOK. I’ve heard A LOT about it through watching countless video essays on Youtube and reading Tumblr posts about it. I know the who, the what and the how, I just haven’t wanted to watch it because, even though it looks cinematically gorgeous, the story was written by Bry/ke and there’s a LOT of it, worldbuilding and storywise, that I just can’t bare to watch.

So here goes. This got long. Enjoy!

1) Remove the Decopunk world. 

A Decopunk world is a world where technology is 1920s-ish, but very advanced. We have cars, tanks, radio, bobs and faux bobs, cloche hats, short skirts, nice suits, etc. I adore Decopunk. The 1920s are one of my favourite eras. An optimistic way of looking at the world, partying, illegal alcohol, the remnants of the Great War... I love it. I really do. But it doesn’t work in the pre-established world of Avatar. It brings elements that are far too imperialistic and colonial in nature (which prompted the comics to be imperialistic and colonial in nature, with the Northern and Southern Water Tribe, you can find many posts about that), which came along hand in hand with the Industrial Revolution, as this article puts it so well. Please read it, it’s awesome.

Why did they feel they had to denature Avatar’s world? They already had everything they could possibly want. 

The Fire Nation could be more Steampunk, which is a little less advanced than Decopunk (First Industrial Revolution vs Second Industrial Revolution) because there were elements of Steampunk in the Fire Nation Army (such as the tanks, the navy and the dirigibles). But it could be for them only. It could show us how Zuko transformed the Fire Nation from a war industry to a steam-powered country. This could be the new way to channel firebending (and please, no more “anyone can do lightning bending”, you don’t need lightning bending to get electricity and it makes  Zuko, Iroh, Ozai and Azula weak in the show!). 

We’ve seen waterbending used in clever ways in the Northern Water Tribe. How could Katara’s waterbending and Sokka’s engineering influence the Southern Water Tribe to make them use waterbending more? Canals, waterfalls, waterways, etc.? In new and different ways? Could the Southern Water Tribe use hydroelectricity, but in a clean, sustainable way? Why does the Southern Water Tribe port look so... mundane? 

The Earth Kingdom already had a working train system in Ba Sing Se. And the postal system in Omashu. Toph could have taught earthbenders how to follow the Badgermoles way and dug tunnels throughout a nation in peace. Then boom. Subways. But instead of machines pushing the people along, you can have benders do it. Instead of messenger hawks, the postal system could run through the entire kingdom instead of just Omashu and be much more efficient. The Earth Kingdom could be praised for its fast postal system that could, maybe, work as telegrams.

I’ll come back to the Air Nomads.

Those are just examples from the top of my head. I don’t mean “never allow technology to “””progress””” (I use that word veeeeery loosely because it has huge imperialistic undertones). I mean instead of trashing the fun parts of bending to make way for Decopunk technology that doesn’t need bending, work with it! Get creative! This worldbuilding feels... too easy. When Avatar: The Last Airbender was praised for its worldbuilding.

I adore Decopunk. I enjoy it far more than Dieselpunk and it’s much less known that Steampunk. But it has no place in the Avatar world.

2) That doesn’t mean “remove Republic City”.

First of all, it should honestly have a better name. It’s kind of like naming a city “Democracy City”. Which is way too on the nose. Harmony City sounds better, and that’s the first thing that came to mind. Anyway.

I really like the idea of a city being built in the spirit of Iroh and the White Lotus. To allow the Four Nations to live together in harmony in one city. But why is Republic City literally New York City with an “““Asian””” flair? What is up with that? I know New York is the MOST Decopunk city ever (you can’t encounter anything Decopunk without seeing New York, with its Art Deco buildings, the Harlem Renaissance, the Prohibition, etc.). But they do NOTHING with it! They just take New York, change some names, add some Asian flair, and call it a day. 

I don’t want 1920s New York for Republic City. I want Zootopia.

What happens in a city where all the Four Nations are represented? How does Water, Earth, Fire and Air work together? Big cities tend to be quartered in neighborhoods, so each neighborhood could be a smaller version of their nation. We could have a Northern Water Tribe next to an Earth Kingdom next to... you know what I mean? Each neighborhood could be a small-scale introduction to the nation for Korra first, then you can send her to that nation afterwards!

Which leads us to this.

3) Have Korra follow a traditional Avatar’s journey. 

I really don’t know why they decided that Korra would learn three elements before the age of sixteen (when that’s the age Avatars usually START their journeys) and then only have her learn Airbending during the entire show. Wasn’t the structure of each Book being about Aang learning one element at a time a good structure? Why go out of their way to NOT do that? Why was it the White Lotus’ prerogative to train the Avatar in the first place, too?  

So let’s have Korra know waterbending first (and show Katara teaching her, please!), then she can learn Earth, Fire and Air. By going to the Earth Kingdom, to the Fire Nation, and to the Air Temples. This could help develop each nation and show us how they have grown through the years. And it could lead Korra and the audience to figure out that there’s not only Aang who has had children to represent the Air Nomads, but there were other Air Nomads who survived the genocide and we can actually see the Air Nomads as a thriving culture.

So about Republic City. As I said, we could keep it. But now that Korra is going on a traditional Avatar journey, you could have, say, one episode at the beginning and one episode at the end of each season taking place in Republic City. To show us how each Nation’s neighborhood works and as an introduction to Korra before she actually takes the plunge to travel to that nation. 

Please! Build upon the Avatar world at large more! Come on!

4) Stop it with the love triangles. 

Many have talked about the Mako, Korra, Bolin and Asami love triangles. I’ve read once that they don’t exactly feel like friends, they’re only colleagues who share the fact they all dated Korra at one point. Which is sad. Knowing that the Gaang is so beloved because they’re such GOOD FRIENDS first!

So work to build strong, healthy friendships first, THEN start thinking about romance if you have to. And please, if you want a ship to be endgame, don’t have it so you have to confirm it on Twitter. 

Don’t.

Oh! And also. Bolin and Eska’s relationship was unhealthy as all hell and treated as “funny” and “comic relief” because a woman was being emotionally abusive to a man. That’s terrible. Please don’t do that.

5) Don’t let Katara fall to the side like she did. 

Many, MANY before me have talked about how Katara got the short end of the stick in LOK. Where’s her statue? Where’s her recognition as the Greatest Waterbender in the World? Why is she day in and day out in the healing hut, when she said “I don’t want to heal, I want to FIGHT”? Does she even have a waterbending school? Or is that completely fanon? Why does she allow Aang to take one of their children on life-changing field trips while leaving their other kids behind? Aren’t they also Air Nomads by birth??

It’s okay to worship the old Gaang because, well, we all love them! I do love Aang, even if I give him a hard time a lot, but I love the character. I just don’t like the way Book 3 Aang was written. But some characters shouldn’t have everything while others have nothing. Aang is LITERALLY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. But where was Katara’s statue? And also, what happened to Suki?? What happened to Mai or Ty Lee, too?? Or even Sokka?? He died some time ago and... that’s it??

Which brings us to this.

6) Zutara, Taang, Sukka and Mailee.

I’ve seen that picture of Toph, Aang, Sokka and Katara being edited with Zuko and Katara next to each other, Toph and Aang next to each other, and a (suddenly alive!) Suki next to Sokka. I think that’s so good! It feels so healthy!

Not all relationships that started when people were kids work out. Sokka and Suki seem the strongest relationship at the end of the show and they’re probably the only ones I could see working out in the end. Sokka could become the Southern Water Tribe Chief and Suki could become his Queen when she’s retired from the Kyoshi Warriors.

Katara and Aang would be lifelong friends, of course they would be, but I don’t really see them lasting. Aang was twelve when they started dating. They’d date a few years, then they’d decide they want other things. That’s a good thing to show kids!

I’ve written many metas about Zutara, but Ambassador then Fire Lady Katara would show a changing world, where the Fire Nation, now no longer a war industry but a Steampunk country, is moving forward, with Zuko literally marrying a woman the Fire Nation tried to wipe out. They would be equals and leave an equal mark upon the world. Together.

Toph and Aang would be amazing together. They’d be a great team, working in the Earth Kindom, helping rebuild the old Temples when the Air Nomads came out of hiding, and bringing peace around the world. I don’t think they’d be a conventional relationship. They’d do their own thing for a while, find each other for a while, work together on some projects, then continue doing their own thing. Aang being the Avatar who travels the world and Toph teaching metalbenders and working with the King in Ba Sing Se and Bumi in Omashu and wherever she’s needed. I think Toph would be much more fulfilled than what we’ve seen of elderly Katara. She doesn’t have Katara’s abandonment issues (I’ve talked about them here) and she’s more independent, I believe.

I know I haven’t talked about them much yet, but I want Mai and Ty Lee together in the end. Badass ladies challenging their respective stereotypes and create a new world for themselves. Mai could find herself away from the Fire Nation court (I don’t know what she’d do, but circuses love people who throw knives, don’t they? She could be a circus performer for a while), and I think Ty Lee, in this version, could work at the circus and with Aang to rebuild the Air Nomads. I love the idea of Ty Lee being a descendant of the Air Nomads.

All of them should be shown creating Zootopia-like Republic City. Because of course they should be! They’re the Gaang!

So yeah, that’s how I would see the world of Avatar grow beyond the borders of the original show! :)

[avarkriss]

paradise; (with a nasty bite)

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ Only 

Word Count: 3.589k

Summary: Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, and one very ticked off Jedi Reader get pollened on what should be a very quick and simple mission 

Song/Title Inspo: Control by Unknown Brain ;; a huge thank you to Elisha (@beskars​) for encouraging/proofing these shenanigans

Warnings: Threesome - F/M/M; Sex Pollen and therefore automatic DubCon; Sass; Force Projection; Force Sensitivity and Mind Reading; I Know That’s Not How The Force Works Don’t At Me; Boys Kissing; Oral Sex (M/M, F/M); Masturbation and Mutual Masturbation; Kissing; Shameless Bisexuality and Smut; Vaginal Fingering; Spit as Lube; Spit Kink; Fucking on Obi’s Cloak Kink; Beach Sex; Double Penetration (Vaginal); Very Light D/S tones, Poor Ani

Image credits: unsplash  

Author’s Note: My first pollen fic!! I do apologize if I miss any grammar/spelling/formatting issues, this was primarily written on my phone in the middle of the woods lmao. I love a good threesome, I hope you to too! Plus we’re getting delivered early because I got home early :) Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

The heat on Borleias was oppressive.

It was sticky. 

Heavy. 

And you swore to the Force you were inhaling as much water as you were drinking. 

The worst part though? The very worst part was that the beach was so close you could kriffing smell it. 

Cool relief called to you from just a few meters away, the melodic crashing of the waves lulling you into a state of serenity you didn't think was possible in this hellscape - something else to focus on besides the salt crusting on your skin from where your sweat had evaporated.

Until you heard his blasted voice crackling in your comlink, cursing that crisp Coruscanti accent for pulling you out of the only moment of peace you've known since landing in this Force-forsaken jungle. 

The sound was slightly muffled, humidity having crept into the smallest of cracks in the watertight seals on the device. 

"I need you to stay focused," Obi-Wan reprimanded. 

“Of course,” you grumbled, tugging at the neck of your tunic while inwardly groaning at the way the coarseweave stuck to your skin. “Have you placed your beacon yet?” you grumbled, the hilt of your lightsaber slipping in your palm. 

No one saw you fumble it, certainly. No one except for apparently Cody, who you heard choke on a laugh from three meters away. If looks could kill he would have been wounded but he just couldn’t contain himself - you had to be the second clumsiest Jedi in the Order with that thing, the first of course being General Kenobi. 

You waited five more standard minutes before lifting your wrist to your mouth, hissing into your comm. “Well?” 

“You’re so testy in the heat,” Obi-Wan grunted from behind. You startled and nearly dropped your lightsaber again, glowering at him as mirth dared to dance in his eyes. 

“Great. You’re back. I’m going to the beach so I can soak the sweat off,” you snarked, making a concentrated effort to push through the foliage in front of you, desperate for the ocean to cleanse your spirits. 

“Seems that the heat is getting to her, sir,” Cody remarked, watching Obi-Wan gently shake his head before trudging after you. 

When the two men emerged from the forest they found your boots, belt, lightsaber, and pants strewn about the beach in a haphazard line straight to the water where they could see you floating on your back, dimly lit by the moon. 

“Must you leave a mess everywhere you go?" Obi-Wan shouted, bending down to gather your things in a neat pile. 

You rolled your eyes heavily, knowing he couldn't see you in the water. "I'm going to shake Anakin if I don't die here first," you grumbled to yourself, begrudging the day you were assigned to this mission because he had " urgent business on Naboo ." 

Obi-Wan thumped to the ground next to the pile, neatly folding your pants as Cody sat down next to him, removing his helmet. 

"I've read about this planet sir, there's a meteor shower every year," Cody mentioned, hugging his knees to his chest as he looked at the stars along the horizon. 

"I believe you're correct Cody," Obi-Wan mused, taking in the way Cody’s curls seemed to have tightened with the planet’s humidity, basking in his calm while he looked out across the ocean. 

"I can't believe it," Cody gasped, suddenly sitting straight before scrambling to lay on his back. Obi-Wan curiously followed his gaze, tilting his chin skyward to find the shimmering tails of a cluster of shooting stars. 

"It's nice to enjoy this," Cody mumbled, speaking to no one but himself.  

"It is," Obi-Wan agreed, smiling at Cody before calling out to you, beckoning you to the beach before pointing at the stars. 

You slowly removed yourself from the water, coming to stand next to Obi-Wan. You bit back a scoff when you saw the way he had neatly folded and arranged your belongings, crossing your arms as you looked to the sky. 

"As much as I can't stand this planet, being here for the annual meteor shower is pretty amazing," you thought aloud, sand sticking to your toes and ankles. 

Obi-Wan hummed in agreement as he moved to lay down, the top of his head brushing against Cody's. You shrugged and decided to join them, toes towards that cursed jungle as you laid down, your wet hair joining theirs. 

The three of you laid there for a while, relaxing against the warm sand while the planet slowly dropped in temperature, becoming only slightly more bearable. You had no idea how much time had passed when a breeze finally picked up, carrying glittering silver grains in its wake. 

You ran your finger up your arm, examining the sparkles when you realized it was pollen from the jungle. 

"Curious," Obi-Wan said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, slowly sitting up. 

"Obi-Wan," you warned, sitting up yourself as he began to walk up the beach. Cody scrambled and lightly jogged to catch up with him. 

You watched them at the forest line, Obi-Wan carefully studying a lightly colored flower - the source of the pollen, you were sure. He plucked one and returned with it and Cody, sitting down next to you.

"I've never seen such a thing before," you marveled, reaching out your hand to hold the flower. 

It was palm sized, the petals so thin that if there was just one you could have made out the shape of your finger behind it. The edges of the petals were nearly metallic in their argent color, gently rippled and curled. At the center of the flower was a milky white stamen that seemed to glow in the moonlight, studded with the last remnants of silver pollen that hadn't been taken by the wind. 

"We didn't see any of these on our way in," you mentioned, turning the flower in your hand. 

"No," Cody confirmed, extending his hand so he could study the plant. "But there are many flowers that only bloom at night." 

"I think it may be some type of aestus flower," Obi-Wan mentioned casually, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. 

"You can't be -" you started, stopping before you realized you were being ridiculous. The family of aphrodisiac flowers was so valuable they'd be well documented on this planet, known for being exceptionally poor in natural resources. 

“An aestus flower, sir?” Cody questioned, tilting his head as he lifted the flower to eye level. 

“They’re a… a flower known to produce various aphrodisiac effects,” Obi-Wan explained, quickly continuing when he caught sight of Cody’s furrowed brows. “But they’re known to work very quickly, so this may be a distant cousin of sorts.” 

“Regardless, I’m sitting over there,” you threw your thumb to the side, gesturing to a large smooth rock in the sand, “until we’re sure it’s not what you think it is. I could use a few hours of quiet.” 

Obi-Wan nodded his head as you stood, slowly moving himself closer to the tree line. “Just for precaution,” he smiled. 

Cody nodded too and moved a few meters away himself, your close circle turning into a giant awkward triangle on the beach. 

You settled on the stone, feeling the heat of the planet push against your chest once more. 

But as time started to slow and the weight increased, you began to fear that Obi-Wan was, once again, absolutely correct. 

“Just meditate through it,” you whispered to yourself, crossing your legs underneath you while you rested your wrists on your knees, palms facing the sky. "Just breathe." 

You slowly closed your eyes and took the deepest breath you could manage, reaching out to connect with your surroundings. You were searching, looking for something cool, something calming. 

You needed to ground yourself, build an unshakable foundation to ward off the storm you could feel brewing in the pit of your stomach. 

The stone beneath you was too warm and the ocean always took extra concentration, concentration you couldn't spare as you desperately tried to block out the growing heat between your thighs and the gentle groan you heard from somewhere down the beach. 

"Breathe," you spoke to yourself, reaching for the trees. You found them hot, burning from the aestus flowers and resistant to your touch. You sensed something alluring and cold nearby, creeping towards it until you realized it was Obi-Wan, pulling away before you made the mistake of making him your home. 

"Breathe," you spat from between gritted teeth, eyes scrunching with the involuntary flutter from between your legs. You reached into the sand, desperate, aching. But it fell from your grasp slowly, mocking you. Taunting. There was no stability to be found in sand.

There was another ragged moan from down the beach and you ground your teeth down, placing the tips of your fingers against the flat stone, clinging to the steady vibrations between every molecule. 

Heat grew between your thighs as something cool lapped at your back, calling to you like gentle water. 

Relax, little one. 

You couldn't help the growl growing in the back of your throat, letting it escape briefly before swallowing it back down. His voice was honey thick; sticky and warm and pulling you in. 

The groaning from down the beach intensified, joined by stumbling footsteps that climbed away from you, drawn in by Obi-Wan's cooling aura. 

Cody, you panicked, reaching out for him until you realized Obi-Wan had brought him to the safety of harbor first. 

You felt him pull away from you, keeping a connection at the small of your back. You felt like your skin was going to burn off of your bones, thighs slicking as your arousal began to pool. 

Groans turned to whimpers, threatening to break your concentration as you dove deeper and deeper, fighting the pull that threatened to drag you to the surface. 

It was when things finally turned quiet that you straightened your spine, breathing deeply until you felt a familiar flicker somewhere in the corner of your consciousness. 

The sound was different now - wet and messy and your throat felt like it was starting to close until a strangled moan erupted, pulling you out of the shelter you had forged. 

Your protective walls were down and you were exposed, every nerve ending combusting at once until the projection of pleasure slammed into your chest. 

You felt relief for the briefest of moments until it ebbed away, fleeting glimpses of bliss strangling your heart every few seconds until tears began to fall down your cheeks. It was going to make you lose your sanity, bouncing between the burning heat of desire and the sweet relief of satisfaction being sent through you. 

You pulled yourself up and started to walk towards the tree line, vision blurred and gait unsure. You were ready to scream, ripped open and raw and hurting and alone -

"I hate -" you sobbed, falling to your knees at the sight of Obi-Wan on his, Cody’s cock buried in his mouth while he choked on his own relieved cries. 

Your words died on your tongue and your mouth parted as you studied them, beautiful in the moonlight. Cody was bare and had his head thrown back, his hands tangled in Obi-Wan’s auburn hair as he thrust into his mouth. 

You reached between your thighs as you watched - Cody stuttering in his rhythm while Obi-Wan stroked himself, hand moving under his robes. 

Your fingers danced around your aching clit, craving relief that evaded you at every turn. Obi-Wan's projection was constant now, his pleasure mounting with Cody’s. When Cody came the projection pushed you onto your ass, hitting the sand with a gentle thud. You groaned and thrust your fingers into your aching pussy, watching Cody join Obi-Wan on his knees, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Their tongues danced together and your lips tingled with ache, mouth and throat dry while you panted. 

Please , you pleaded, reaching out to tangle yourself with Obi-Wan as Cody kissed him and took his cock in his hand. When Cody began to pump him up and down Obi-Wan pushed so hard against you that you fell onto your back breathless, rapidly thrusting in and out of your heat. 

You couldn't see it when he came but you heard him moan, feeling the pleasure ripple through your tummy and up your chest. You threw your head back into the sand, screaming out in frustration as hot tears simmered on your cheeks, begging for your own release. 

Someone knelt down next to you, their hand on your forehead sending a jolt down your back. You whimpered as you arched under the gentle touch, chasing the connection as the hand pulled away. 

"General," Cody murmured, slipping it under your neck to help you sit up. You pulled your fingers from within yourself and curled into Cody, crying against his shoulder. 

"I - I -," you stammered, struggling to find your words as you continued to clench around nothing, aching to be filled. 

"We know what you need darling," Obi-Wan rumbled, spreading his cloak onto the sand. "We're here now." He was attempting to send a calming rush towards you, finding you unresponsive to it as you kissed across Cody's shoulder. 

Cody’s lips fell to your neck, mouthing at your skin as you grew impossibly hotter in his arms. 

"She needs more Cody," Obi-Wan pointed out, helping to roll you onto his cloak as Cody settled between your legs. "Taste her," he suggested, shrugging off the rest of his robes. 

As soon as Cody's tongue made contact with your soaked folds you let out a wrecked moan, twisting against the cloak until Obi-Wan settled next to you, leaning down to pull your soaked tunic off of you before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. 

You succumbed to him immediately, letting his tongue push against yours as he licked into your mouth. He still tasted of Cody and you moaned below him, fisting one hand in Cody's hair as the other searched for Obi-Wan's cock, joining his own in stroking himself to relieve the fire slowly consuming you all from the inside out. 

Obi-Wan spread a hand over your breast, slowly tweaking one of your nipples while Cody lapped at your clit. He was groaning into you as his fingers searched out your entrance, index and middle slipping in with ease. 

Your hips arched off the cloak to meet his eager mouth, moans filling the air as Obi-Wan broke away from your mouth to take your nipple between his teeth, leaving a trail of stars blooming across your skin in his wake. 

Obi-Wan, please - 

Your walls were down and he was starting to crumble. 

"Cody," Obi-Wan whispered, running his hand through his hair. When he lifted his head from between your legs his eyes were shining as much as his mouth, slowing his fingers inside of you. "Sit back a moment my darling." 

Cody sat back on his knees and dragged his fingers slowly out of you. You keened at the loss until you saw Obi-Wan lean over to Cody, taking his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the way you tasted on his salty skin. 

Obi-Wan cast his eyes down to you as he palmed at your breasts, pulling off of Cody's fingers when he was sure that they were clean. He came back to your tips, tapping them open with a gentle finger before spitting into your mouth, tasting of you and Cody and something uniquely him. 

After leaving a parting bite on your lower lip he helped you roll onto your stomach, gesturing for Cody to resume his place between your legs as he stroked himself and came around to your mouth. 

Let him fuck me, please - 

Your thoughts were loud in your head as Obi-Wan moaned, giving voice to the desires you couldn't speak. 

As Cody lined himself up to your entrance Obi-Wan found your mouth, each man pushing into you, synchronous with the other. 

Your groans were muffled around Obi-Wan, eyes fluttering closed as relief settled into you, the fire shrinking with every thrust of their cocks. 

Cody had you stretched in the most delicious of ways, moaning and cursing as he thrust into you, one hand pressed against your pussy and the other resting on Obi-Wan's. 

They both started to say your name louder, your body shaking between them, threatening to break if you didn't find release soon. But as Cody timed his thrusts to oppose the press of his finger on your clit and Obi-Wan pulled your hair while hissing from the way you traced him with your tongue, your vision went white and the world finally stopped spinning. 

Your euphoria was short lived, quickly replaced by deep heat between your legs. Cody and Obi-Wan found their release shortly after, spilling inside of you as they each moaned out your name. 

They parted from you for a moment, pausing to kiss each other before coming to your sides, each man laying next to you. 

"It's not stopping soon is it," you panted, looking to Cody and then to Obi-Wan who both shook their heads. You let out a shaking exhale as the pain grew stronger. You couldn't fight it anymore, leaving yourself wide open, thoughts so obvious that even Cody could gather what was on your mind. 

Obi-Wan shared in your sensation and grabbed at your waist, urging you to straddle him. Once you were comfortably seated Obi-Wan set a punishing pace, snapping his hips up into your while he kneaded the flesh of your ass between his fingers. 

Cody watched for a few moments before taking himself in his palm, stroking in time to Obi-Wan's thrusts. His face began to contort with pain when a thought burst through your fog. 

Self-stimulation is ineffective, isn't it? 

You were interweaving yourself with Obi-Wan, clinging to the cool of his force signature as he slowed just a touch, breathing out a shudder confirmation. 

With that you turned towards Cody, gently calling his name as Obi-Wan slowly rocked into you, expression curious. 

"I'm so wet," you moaned, looking him up and down. 

"You are," he confirmed, putting his hand where your body met Obi-Wan's, the other still wrapped tightly around his cock. He teased you both for a few moments, running his fingers across both of you at once. 

"I can take you both together." 

The words rolled off your tongue before you realized you had said them, both men moaning as Cody began to work a finger and then two into your pussy without hesitation. 

"You’re sure?" he grunted, wrapping your hand around his cock as he pushed his fingers deeper, working in tandem with the subtle roll of Obi-Wan's hips. 

"Yes," you cried, voice strained as he pushed in a third. "Can't stand to see either of you in this pain." 

Cody hummed against your skin as he kissed you, helping you adjust to the stretch before pulling away, coming behind you. 

With a firm hand to your back Cody pushed you forward until your chest was nearly flush with Obi-Wan's. You heard him spit against you, rubbing at you with his thumbs before pressing his head against your entrance, easing himself inside. 

You and Obi-Wan moaned from the pressure, stilling as he worked his way in. You swallowed your cries as Obi-Wan bit into your shoulder, hands firm on your hips as he tried to hang onto the last bit of his mental wall. 

That, however, came crashing down as soon as Cody began to move, the force of his pleasure knocking the wind from your chest. When you opened your eyes you could see your tears mixed with his, leaning down to lick them away before he began to work in tandem with Cody - thrusting in as he pulled out. 

They worked against each other and you were seeing stars, becoming wetter and wetter with every orgasm that rushed through your body. At some point you realized that the wetness was their come leaking out of you, both men showing no signs of easing up anytime soon. 

You couldn't be certain how many times any of you came, riding out high after high, changing positions, coming in and on each other as you lost yourselves in the pleasure, desperate to keep the burning pain away. 

At some point though the effects of the pollen had worn off and the three of you collapsed together, sticky and sweet and warm. Time had returned though sense was still absent. 

You and Cody had each curled around Obi-Wan, legs tangled together and arms entwined. Eventually you each slipped into a heavy slumber, shared murmurs of thanks fading away as your eyelids drooped. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Slowly you began to rouse, feeling the heat of the sun beginning to sear your skin, quickly coming to your senses when a high pitched shriek jolted you all awake. 

You startled to find Captain Rex doubled over in laughter as Anakin threw his cloak over the pile of limbs you were wrapped in, head turned away and paler than you could ever recall seeing him. 

"Anakin, aren't you supposed to be on Naboo?" Obi-Wan questioned, slowly sitting up. He was blinking in the sun, memories slowly returning as you and Cody unwrapped yourselves from around him.

"I was until the Council told me they never heard your team check in. They sent me here and I find this," he gestured dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned away. 

"Like I needed another reason to hate sand." 

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