#this was realy nice to try

[remitro]

haven't done traditional art in YEARS so this was fun to try!!

[sondersil]

you’ve tasted love and it tasted sweet

you drank the blood and bit the meat

when you hold it, if it cries

you should let it go

[dewgongs]

honestly maybe im not supposed to understand others or other people... like maybe some people are just on a diff frequency from me that i just cant tune into??

[captain-squid-knuckles]

Last post reminded me i forgot to post home made chicken n chorizo chilli wirh egg fried rice and hassleback potatos

[lovphobic]

I TRIED TO TAKE THE CAKE OUT OF THE PAN WHEN IT WAS MOSTLY COOLED SO IT COULD FINISH COOLING ON A COOKING RACK AND IT FUCKING SPLIT INTO 3 PIECESSSSSSS SO I WAS LIKE WHATEVER OK JUST PUT IT BACK IN THE PAN IM GONNA PUT THE FROSTING ON ITS GONNA BE FINE

SHE IS A TRAGEDY

[blue-jisungs]

indirect kisses

author's note. i started writing it ages ago but yes here we go (i thought id be cuter but meh take it or leave it)

summary. two clueless idiots in love, literally

the first time you do it, he’s oblivious. well, he senses something’s "wrong" by the reaction of his friends but doesn’t seem to notice what.

you’re hanging out at the coffee shop, the eight of you giggling at some jokes. you’re currently teasing sunghoon while you wait for your drinks.

the seating is kind of weird but it’s almost a miracle that such a small room fitted you all. you’re seated next to jungwon, at the end of the couch while the older members are in front of you. sunoo and niki are on jungwon’s left.

suddenly the device that you got from the waitress started beeping – a sign that your order is ready to pick up. you stood up, grabbing the item.

“wait for me! i’ll help you!” jungwon said and followed you. you grinned and with his help you were able to carry the eight drinks back to the table.

you sat down and continued your conversation that already shifted to a different topic. everyone got something else to drink, so you took a sip of your boba and took a quick look at jungwon. he was hesitantly mixing his iced coffee with the straw, listening to the convo.

you took another sip and he suddenly looked at you, catching you staring. as you felt your cheeks beat up, you had to come up with a good cover quickly.

his smile grew when you put the drink near him.

“wanna try? or switch? you don’t seem to enjoy yours” you giggled quietly.

jungwon took your drink and sipped through the straw, not thinking much about it. his eyes widened, nodding his head.

“woah it’s so good! you can try mine if you want?” he offered and you did the same, drinking his coffee through the straw.

jungwon looked away for a second. because of that he missed your playful smile, however, he caught a glimpse of jay and heeseung exchanging looks.

another time happens when no one is around and only after thinking about it at the end of the day, jungwon realised it may have been an indirect kiss.

you were just finishing your makeup, jungwon laying on his bed and scrolling through tiktok.

“are you ready yeeeeet?” he whined. you were going to the cinema to see barbie, it would be just you, him and jay so he didn’t understand why’d you care so much. but then again, the pink dress code was a must – so here you were, putting oily lipgloss on your pink lips.

jungwon suddenly halted and watched you apply the product, mesmerised. when you were done you smacked your lips and smiled, suddenly catching eye contact with him through the mirror.

“want some?” you asked teasingly, sure he’d reject.

but it was so oily and shiny… and probably smelled nicely. and his lips were a bit dry…

“yeah!” he grinned and got up excitedly like a kitten. in no time he was next to you, all giggly.

you put your lipgloss on his lip precisely, smiling softly.

“done! let’s go now, hm?” you titled your head and moved your gaze back to his eyes, sparkling with joy.

they say third time’s the charm. well, it wasn’t necessarily a charm, quite the opposite: you two were acting so awkward afterwards.

but it definitely made something shift in jungwon.

you were just saying goodbyes after hanging out with the boys. it all happened so quick, jungwon didn’t even realise at first.

you leaned in to place a farewell kiss on his cheek but someone called him, causing him to turn his head. then he felt his lips brush against yours.

“eeek!” you shrieked surprised and leaned away, looking at him in shock.

“–those cool cards! jungwon…?” jake asked, not aware what he just did.

heeseung shook his head, looking at both of you: cheeks going red, blown pupils, nervous fiddling of fingers.

“yeah, uhm… oh, look! my bus is here! bye, goodnight!” you yelled out in panic and before jungwon could mutter a bye, you were already hopping on the bus.

“what…” he mumbled, touching the corner of his lips.

that’s when he realised.

he has a crush on you.

jungwon tried to play it cool, as if he wasn’t affected by you. two weeks have passed since you accidentally kissed and yet, he couldn’t help but replay the memory in his head. he was more nervous and sense around you, which you tried to ignore.

trying to think of an excuse to ease up the tension, you bought some sweets and went to visit them.

they were playing games and because it was jungwon’s turn, jay opened the door for you. you could see how the younger one tensed a bit once he realized you’re here. jay noticed a sad glint in your eye but couldn’t react.

"i brought something sweet!" you called, causing sunoo and sunghoon to turn around with curiosity.

unpacking the sweets, jungwon’s turn ended. riki, heeseung and jake who were playing with him joined you.

"do you have chips? or ramyeon? hee ate the last one yesterday" jake asked, sticking his head between your and sunoo’s arm. you giggled, shaking your head.

"nope, sorry. i can go grab some quickly if you want” you hummed and caught jungwon’s ebony eyes on you.

"okay, that’s great! you can grab some coke while you’re at it–" riki grinned and jungwon smacked him gently.

"i’ll go with you" he said softly, the boys exchanging looks. you nodded and grabbed the empty bag, going towards the door.

sunghoon wanted to chime in that he’ll go too but jay put a hand over his mouth just in time.

"we’ll be back in a moment" you called and jungwon closed the door.

the walk to the store was quite awkward. hands in pockets, jungwon strangely didn’t speak – and you didn’t either, sending w weird atmosphere between you two.

you grabbed the stuff the boys wanted and some matcha flavored pocky for you.

"i’ll pay" were the first words that jungwon said, voice stern but soft. you didn’t even have the chance to argue because he already put his credit card to the reader, grabbing the bag.

you huffed and grabbed the pocky, opening it. focused on grabbed the sweets carefully not to break them, you didn’t notice it was pouring outside.

"y/n" jungwon called when you put one in your mouth. just in time he put his hand in front of you, preventing you from stepping right in the rain.

you looked at him, eyes wide. jungwon cursed mentally at how cute you were right now–

"oh, right. my bad" you mumbled and stepped back, squeezing himself next to him "what do we do now?"

you munched on the pocky and shook your head. jungwon looked at you, tightening his lips.

„we wait" he mumbled, palms sweating. he hated this. why it all feels so stiff and different?

"you want some?" you asked, pointing at the pocky.

jungwon wasn’t thinking clear.

he leaned in and took a bite of the picky that you held between your lips instead of taking one of the box.

eyes widening and bloody rushing to your cheeks at the sudden proximity. jungwon realized what he’s doing and saw your reaction. leaning away with a gasp and face as red as the border:carnival cover.

"y– i’m… well, i didn’t– wh…" he stuttered.

"if you wanted to kiss me you just could’ve said so" you scoffed and he realized something: you were totally serious.

chewing on the pocky, you stuck your gaze at the droplets falling on the pavement.

"i don’t know what’s going on with you lately but… if i did anything wrong, i’m sorry" your voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear you.

"no! i mean… no, you didn’t. it’s just that… i think i like you, like… like like you more than a friend" jungwon was stuttering over his own words, his stomach turning into a tight knot out of anxiety. he shouldn’t have said this. he just ruined your whole friendship, didn’t he?

for a moment you both stared at the rainfalls dripping from the small awning above you. the soothing sound made you forget about what he you said.

"wait, you like me?" you yelped, turning around at him. you almost dropped the pocky box "i like you too!"

"huh?" he tilted his head, blinking in surprise.

"i’m sorry junnie but you’re so oblivious. i… i’ve been giving you signs… i think” you mumbled and saw him shake his head "the coffee shop? the lipstick? and…"

"oh" his eyebrows shot up "i’ve been dying. can i kiss you properly now?"

"yes, please" you murmured. jungwon stepped closer and put the shopping bag on the floor, taking the pocky from your hands. putting it to the bag, you two looked at each other with flushed cheeks.

then, he cupped your cheeks gently. his hands were cold but you didn’t mind. the beautiful ebony eyes of his scanned your face for a while before he finally leaned in, plush lips landing on yours.

the faint taste of the sweetness lingered on your lips, jungwon melting. he felt like he was on cloud nine, the kiss gentle and tender. suddenly, he felt your hands sneaking around his waist. when the lack of oxygen started to make its (lack of) presence, the boy pulled away. he looked like an excited kitten, eyes sparkling.

"can we do that more often?" he hummed, lips forming into a mischievous smirk.

"we can if we’re making it official" you teased, nudging his arm. he nodded and grabbed the bag.

"i’d be more than happy to do so" jungwon said, not able to resist his smile and excitement in his voice "let’s just… don’t tell the boys, yet"

you nodded and quickly pecked his lips before sneaking a hand into his.

"let’s go back then, they’ll get suspicious" you nodded. jungwon intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

when you came back at the dorms, the younger ones (and sunghoon) only noticed your wet hair and dripping clothes. jay, heeseung and jake though saw the way your eyes glimmered when you looked at each other and the pretty pink shade of your cheeks.

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[adragonsfriend]

There are no trash takes on Jedi philosophy, there is contextual analysis.

As may be obvious from the title (humorous--I have gone through several common misinterpretations myself), this is about that infamous scrap of poetry,

There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.

And the other version,

Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.

I've seen quite a few interpretations of these along the lines of "the second version is reasonable but the first version is crazy and stupid," so here's why I think both versions are actually communicating the same idea, and the wording doesn't really change the meaning much at all.

So just like I did in my post about "do or do not there is not try," let's start by asking some questions to establish context before we look at the text itself.

Is it THE Jedi Code or just a mantra? Legends says it's the Code, canon says it's a mantra. The fact of the matter is that no matter what, it's really a scrap of poetry which couldn't encompass the entire philosophical basis of a culture even if it was trying, so we'll consider it a mantra.

Does the fact that it's a mantra rather than THE Jedi Code mean that we can't get anything deep or meaningful out of it? Of course not. Just because it's not the whole of or a full explanation of Jedi philosophy doesn't mean it's just a nice sounding string of words.

Who is saying this to who? This mantra is often used to focus a meditation, with the first phrasing used by adults in the culture, while the second phrasing is more often used by children.

What were George Lucas' inspirations for Jedi culture that relate to this mantra? (borrowing from this post) A combination of christianity, buddhism, and his interpretations. I'm not an expert in any religion, and definitely not in buddhism, but I know enough to know I'm about to make some sweeping generalizations, so take this with a grain of salt. Disclaimers aside, this mantra, and the way it is phrased, indicate it is being inspired more by buddhism. The way christian texts, specifically the Bible, are written typically goes "here is a story about people doing something, and here is how big G god and/or Jesus reacted." There are metaphors sprinkled in, but they are mainly there to clarify for readers. Buddhist texts on the other hand (and lots of other eastern belief systems as well, like daoism, hinduism, etc. It's an important note that these belief systems don't necessarily conform to the western idea of what a religion is, and often their original languages don't even have a word which is equivalent in meaning to "religion") use metaphor in often deliberately contradictory ways, to make the reader think about things which are difficult to express in words alone. The ongoing struggle to reconcile contradictory descriptions is the point. This doesn't mean those texts can be interpreted however a reader would like. There may be multiple right interpretations, but there can also be wrong interpretations.

What the mantra does NOT mean:

"There is no ___ …" =/= "The experience of ___ is fake news."

"There is no ___ …" =/= "___ is not a useful concept."

"There is no ___ …" =/= "We should totally ignore ___ and pretend we've never heard that word before."

The mantra is not realy a set of advice on how to act. It's a set of statements about Existance. And I do mean capital E, philosophical, epistemological, weird, deep, think-y, Existence.

Temperature Metaphor

You know the first time someone tells you as a kid that cold isn't real, it's just the absence of heat and you're like… "but I'm touching something right now and it feels cold???" It sounds wild the first time you hear it, but as you think about it more, maybe learn about it a second time in science class, get some more context about how molecules work, etc. it begins to make more sense. It gets easier to grasp, until eventually the knowledge feels intuitive--especially if you're a STEM person who thinks about it a lot. We still talk about cold as a concept, because it's useful to us as well--lack of heat can have damaging effects on our bodies after all, and a cold drink is great on a hot day--and it's more efficient to say "cold" than it is to say "lack of heat." But there are some situations, like developing refrigeration or air conditioning, where it is not just useful but essential to think of temperature as it really is--heat exists, cold doesn't--and thinking of it colloquially can only hold us back (if this isn't actually intuitive to you, that's fine, it's just a metaphor--you could also think about dark being the absence of light, vacuum being the absence of mass, any number of things mirror this).

Probably the easiest like to get one's head around, imo at least, is "there is no ignorance, there is knowledge."

Taken hyper-literally it would mean "why seek out knowledge ever when everyone already knows everything?" But if we say knowledge is to heat as ignorance is to cold, then we can understand the real meaning--knowledge is real, where ignorance is only the name of an experience.

The Whole Mantra

This is the way the Jedi are understanding of emotion, ignorance, passion, chaos, death, etc. They are introduced, as children, to the idea that whilst they may feel all of these things, what they are actually experiencing is the lack of the other things--peace, knowledge, serenity, harmony, the Force. That's why they start with the "___ yet ___" phrasing--it introduces them to the first steps of understanding:

They can feel emotions, yet peace is still real and out there to reach for no matter how overwhelming those emotions may be at the moment,

They can feel ignorant or unknowledgeable, yet knowledge is out there to find,

They can experience passion (meaning suffering or pain in this context), yet know that serenity will return to them,

They can find their surroundings chaotic, and yet look for the harmony in the noise,

They can understand that death happens, yet be comforted by the fact that the person dying is still as much a part of the Force as they ever were.

Eventually they move onto the full mantra:

They will always feel emotions, but if they always reckon with those emotions and pass through them they can always return to a place of peace,

If they feel ignorant, they must seek out knowledge, rather than acting rashly. Also, their own knowledge is not the limit--others may hold knowledge in places they consider clouded,

They may experience suffering and pain--it may even feel like a good thing--but there is no wisdom in pain, it is the distraction from serenity, which is where truth can be found,

No matter how chaotic the world appears, it is actually a part of an underlying harmony that makes up all the patterns and the beauty in the world,

Death is not an ending, no matter how much it may look like one. It is a natural transition back into the Force, the place all life comes from.

A Jedi youngling is someone for whom this understanding is an essential part of the culture they are being brought up in.

A Jedi Padawan is someone who is beginning to learn to apply this understanding outside the confines of the Jedi temple, in a world where not everyone shares it.

A Jedi Knight is someone who has learned to apply this understanding on their own, without supervision.

A Jedi Master is someone for whom this understanding has become intuitive and automatic, no matter their surroundings.

All this is to say,

[shartletswritings]

You've Dug Your Own Grave

Chapter 6: Coincidences

TW: Smut MERRY CHRISTMASSS (If you celebrate. I BARELY do, but happy holidays regardless!!) I hope you guys enjoy! I also wrote a little smutty One Shot that you can find here!

            Your first thought as you are slowly awoken by rustling sheets is how nice it is, to have a strong, steady hand wrapped around your belly, to feel the warmth of another body pressed into yours. Your second thought rockets through your brain with significantly more force: why the hell is there someone in my bed?

            You bolt up and twist your body to look at the sleeping form behind you. Right… Last night… we… You could swear you flush from your tits to your hairline as the events of the previous night slam their way back into your brain.

            Once you have wallowed in shame for a sufficient amount of time, you take the moment to appreciate the man laying asleep besides you. His face, always so twisted in anger and annoyance, rests peacefully; the lines faded into smooth angles. Your eyes follow the curve of his neck, down to the raw strength barely covered by the gray skin of his arms. He stirs slightly and you draw your attention back to his face, watching the way his brows furrow for a moment before relaxing again. His ears seem to droop ever so slightly, and you reach a hand towards them, accepting the risk of waking him and ruining the moment.

            The skin along the tip is thin and shockingly smooth between your fingers. You drag a finger down to the metal stud at the base when a voice startles you, “Tickles when you do that.” His voice is deliciously thick from sleep and his eyelids crack open just enough to watch you. You sit back up straight; wanting to pull back from him out of embarrassment, but the hand wrapped around your waist constricts, pulling you back into his chest.

            Green eyes stare into yours for longer than you expected before his lips press into yours gently. With another yank, he pulls you onto his body. You yelp at the sudden pressure on your injured thigh and he pulls back immediately. “Fuck… I forgot… sorry,” he stutters out, brows knotted in concern and eyes now wide awake.

            You look up at him as he hovers over you, assessing your condition. “I’m okay, really.” He looks at you in disbelief but relents when you press your hands into his cheeks and pull him down into another kiss. He smiles against your lips and begins to trail a hand down your naked form. Shifting your head, you press a kiss to the underside of his jaw “Think I could get a good look at you now?” You murmur against his skin as his fingers begin to delve into your still swollen cunt.

            Just as the pads of his fingers find purchase at the very tip of your core, a knock sounds at the door. Ekko’s voice follows soon after, calling your name. “You ok in there? We need to talk.” The two of you freeze, eyes locked on one another for a sickening moment of uncertainty.

            Your eyes go wide and you scramble out from under Scar, desperately searching for clothes you could throw over your naked body. Where the hell did I leave my shirt? You glance back at Scar, who is sitting on your bed and desperately trying not to laugh. You glare at him as Ekko calls again from the other side of the wooden door. “Just a second!” You yell, throwing the first shirt you can find over your head and dragging Scar into the bathroom to hide him.

            He pinches your ass as you turn to open the door and you whip around, fighting back the urge to sock him. He holds up his hands in mock innocence and you press a finger to his lips, warning him to shut up.

            You open the door, blocking Ekko’s view into the room, and his eyes go wide. “Hey, sorry to… wake you,” he hesitates, and you cock your head at him until he regains his composure, “I wanted to check in on you. Eve said she saw you get shot, are you okay?”

            Looking down at yourself, you realize too late that you neglected to put pants on. Thankfully the shirt drapes down to your mid thighs, but still what the fuck was I thinking? You lift the shirt just high enough to display the bandage, “Yeah. Bullet grazed me. I’m fine.”

            He sucks in a breath, “Right… are you sure?” He doesn’t look convinced.

            You pull the bandage down slightly to show him the wound. It looks… not as bad as last night. The gash is no longer bleeding, but it’s red and angry looking. “Seriously, this is nothing.” You look back up into those concerned, brown eyes and offer him a smile, “I promise, Ekko. I’m okay.”

            He rubs the back of his neck and nods. “There’s something else.” His eyes dart away uncertainly. You don’t like that one bit. Ekko is many things, but he isn’t unsure of himself. “It’s about Scar.” Your stomach drops. Does he know? Were you too loud last night? He continues, “I saw the two of you fighting last night and… I didn’t wanna have to say this again, but you two seriously need to work out whatever the hell you’ve got going on. I can’t have these issues between my soldiers.”

            A laugh threatens to bubble up in your throat, but you swallow it back down. “Understood sir. I let it get out of hand last night.” Your face flushes, not like that dammit. “I’ll… talk to him.”

            He exhales and seems to relax slightly, “Thank you. I hate having to be on peoples’ asses about stuff like that.” He drops a hand to your shoulder, “You and Scar are both invaluable to the Firelights, and I really think you could do amazing things together if you could get over your issues.” You bite down at the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing at the compliment, I’m important to the Firelights!

            Unfortunately, the glow of his praise is stamped out by a thump behind you, coming from inside of your room. You cringe and Ekko looks at you with a mix of humor and disbelief, “Is there someone in there?”

            You can feel the blood drain out of your face, “Nope! I gotta shower, see you later?” You blurt out before shutting the door in his face.

            Scar is standing behind you, one leg in his pants and a hand grasping the wall for support. This fucking idiot couldn’t wait five seconds? You bring a hand to the bridge of your nose and wait for Ekko’s footsteps to fade down the hall.

            Once it’s quiet outside the door, you stomp forward towards Scar who is still fighting back a laugh. “You fucking idiot,” you hiss, pressing a finger into the bare skin of his chest, “You think this is funny?”

            He breaks into a laugh, unable to contain himself anymore. Your heart clenches despite your irritation. This is the first time you’ve seen him really, truly laugh and… fuck you could get used to it. The way his chest shakes as he throws a hand back onto the wall to support himself as he bends over. You press your tongue into your cheek to keep from giggling yourself, I’m mad at him dammit.

            “Are you done?” You ask, cocking a hip and looking up at him.

            He runs a hand down his face and looks at you, “Go look at yourself in the mirror, Kir.”

            With a glare you walk into the bathroom and for the second time in two days, nearly scream at the person looking back at you. The low cut of your shirt reveals the splatter of red and purple marks along your neck, evidence of Scar’s lips and teeth on your skin. You bring a hand to your mouth to stifle your gasp. “Oh fuck, I look like I was attacked by a suckerfish!” You spin around to glare at the man who is still doubled over laughing. “Asshole! Don’t laugh!” You slam your fists into his chest, which only manages to hurt your knuckles instead of him.

            It’s not that you’re embarrassed to sleep with him… it’s just… you’re shocked by your own behavior. Really, the guy knows nothing about you. He could be crazy, you could be crazy. The two of you barely know each other and you let him fuck you? What were you thinking? What are the other Firelights gonna think? That you’re some Hush Company whore that went from one man to the next probably. Maybe you should just leave… leave Zaun and go somewhere totally different. I’ve heard people like me can disappear in Bilgewater.

            Scar seemed to notice your spiraling, “Kirranari!” His voice is harsh, in contrast to the gentle hand placed on your cheek to bring your gaze up to him. “You okay?”

            You nod wordlessly, eyes still unfocused.

            He shakes you this time and you snap your attention back to him. “What’s going on?”

            You shake your head, pushing his hands away, “I’m okay. Promise. Just a bit outa sorts.” You glance down at your leg, you’ve gotta clean that. “You should get back to Aster. I can take care of myself, honest.” You offer him a half-assed smile.

            Concern flashes over his face before his features return to their usual stoic posture. “Right.”

            He steps away and something squeezes around your gut painfully. Ignore that. He throws the rest of his clothes on and opens the door to leave, “Come to my room once you’re cleaned up. And don’t run away again, okay? I can’t stand that shit.” He leaves before you can ask where exactly his quarters are.

            Showering is more difficult than you were expecting. Yes, the water stings the bullet wound, but that you can handle. It’s the complete ache in your body that sets you off kilter. Even after you have scrubbed Scar’s smell off of your skin, his presence remains deep inside of you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

            You take care to bandage your leg up like Scar did last night and once you’re satisfied that the bandage won’t fall off on its own, you turn your attention to the rest of your appearance. There isn’t much you can do about the angry red welts along your neck, and it’s too fucking hot out to get away with wearing a sweater. You’ll just have to own it… whatever that means.

            “It’s fine,” you tell your reflection as you pull a shirt over your head, “You’re an adult, and it’s no one’s business anyways.” You’re not so sure you believe yourself.

            The sun beats down heavily as you walk out into the courtyard; summer is rearing its ugly, stinking head. Summer is pretty tolerable when you’re topside, but down in the undercity it wafts the perpetual stink of the sumps up through the whole fucking city. Not even the hideout is safe, although you have to admit it’s a hell of a lot better under the shade of the tree than the rest of the city.

            You hold your head high as you walk out, determined to not let your appearance get to you. You need to find someone to tell you where the hell Scar lives, sure you could go door to door in your hallway, but you aren’t in the mood to see twenty faces and answer all their questions before you’ve even eaten. Instead, you decide, you’ll find someone nonjudgemental, swallow your pride, and ask them where you can find Scar.

            Unfortunately, someone finds you before you get five steps out into the morning air. “Heya pip, you do- woah!” It’s Jordyn, “Looks like you had a good night.” They put their hands on their hips and beam a toothy smile down at you.

            Blonde waves spill down from the messy knot you usually see them wearing, but shockingly, you feel nothing. Strange, yesterday I coulda been convinced to jump their bones if they asked nice enough. You glare up at them—purely for appearances—and they laugh. “Raid went well, thanks for asking,” you fold your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious despite all your mental encouragement.

            “Yeah, about that, you alright? Heard you took a hit.” Sharp blue eyes trail down your form, probably trying to assess your condition.

            “I wish people would stop asking me that, I’m fine, okay?” Your voice is harsher than you meant it to be and they shrink back slightly. You sigh, “Sorry, it was just… a long night.”

            “I can tell,” they quip.

            You sigh, pushing your still wet hair back, “Look, can you just tell me where Scar lives?”

            They shoot you a suspicious look, “Why do you wanna know, Pip Squeak?”

            “We got into a fight last night, and I wanna go and apologize.”

            You were clearly not as convincing as you wanted to be because their left eyebrow rockets up, “Uh huh,” you glare at them again, “He lives in the top hut on the tree,” they point to a wooden structure hanging off the trunk, above Ekko’s workshop, “I would tell you to not bother, ‘cuz he hates people in his space, but somethin tells me that isn’t really an issue.”

            “Thank you, Jordyn,” it’s forced, but you don’t care. Humiliation creeps up your spine and if you don’t go now, you’ll probably actually take off for Bilgewater.

            There is probably an intended way to get up to the top of the tree, but you can’t be bothered to look for it, so you grab a hoverboard and float up to the top.

            The door to the balcony is open, but the glare of the sunlight makes it impossible to see inside, so you dismount silently and lean your board against the wooden railing of the balcony and step in.

            Scar’s back is to the door as he sits on the floor, completely captivated by what he’s doing. A squeal of joy catches your attention and you realize he’s sitting across from Aster. A smile breaks out on your face as you watch the young girl struggle to stand as her father pulls lightly on her arms. You rarely see her out of her bundle of blankets—your visits to the nursery always coincided with her naps—and you realize she’s a bit older than you originally thought. You couldn’t say with any certainty how old she is even if she was human, but she’s certainly not an infant.

            “You gonna just stand there?” Of course he knew you were there.

            “Took me a bit to find you, coulda told me where you lived,” you say, walking into the room. It’s larger than your quarters by quite a bit. A bed sits off to the corner separated by a folding screen. Aster coos when she sees you and you beam at her, dropping to your knees next to the two chireans.

            “I had a feeling you’d figure it out,” he answers, not taking his eyes off his daughter who is stamping her chubby feet on the floor and trying to pry her arms out of his gentle but firm grip. He finally lets her go and she drops back onto all fours, crawling over to you.

            With a considerable amount of effort, she pulls herself towards your lap, grinning at you with a handful of sharp, short teeth. You pick her up and pull her onto your legs, “Hiya squirt,” you coo at the small form clambering towards your chest. You don’t take your eyes off her as you talk to her father, “Jordyn told me you never have people over.”

            He shifts himself to sit across from you, leaning his broad back against the wall, one arm outstretched on his bent knee, “You’re here.”

            “Yeah,” you reply, feeling a bit stupid all the sudden. Aster pulls at your hair that has fallen down into her grasp. You wince and pry the strand out of her fingers, giving her your pinky instead. She laughs.

            “She likes you.” You finally look up, his eyes are focused solely on you, and you feel yourself blush, bringing your gaze back to the baby who is trying to get your finger into her mouth.

            Pulling back slightly—knowing better than to let her bite—you say, “She tell you that, huh?”

            From the edges of his vision, you can see him shake his head, “Aster hates strangers,” you smile down at her, she was perfectly happy to settle in your arms from the moment you met her, “She never lets anyone hold her. It took almost a month to get her to warm up to Jess.”

            You pick her up by her armpits and hold her out in front of you to dangle, she kicks her feet happily. “Isn’t it scary?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself, “I mean… leaving her with someone else, to go on raids.”

            He answers immediately, “Yes. It’s the hardest thing I do every single day, it kills me.”

            You look up at him, surprised by the raw honesty of his answer. You pass Aster back to him and she only looks slightly put off to be out of your arms before she turns her attention to her dad. He rests his head against the wall and looks to you.

            “I… I can’t imagine it. It took me years to get the courage to even make a friend out there. But to love someone? And leave them, not knowing if you’ll be back.” Maybe I shouldn’t push it.

            He shakes his head, smoothing down the tussle of black hair on Aster’s head, “It’s worth it, Kir. Everything is worth it. For her. For my family.” You twist your lips, family. It hurts a bit more than you’ll admit. Not just the idea that there is someone—besides his daughter—that he is devoted to, but the whole concept of it. You’ve never had the luxury of a family.

            Aster’s eyes begin to droop and he stands, scooping her gently into his arms. “I’m gonna put her down.” He looks down as he towers over you, “Don’t go anywhere.” You nod.

            He leaves the room, and you push yourself back to your feet. The room is…boring. You aren’t even being rude there’s just absolutely no personality to the space. Blank walls, gray bedspread, bare floors. Honestly, it looks like your room, but you have the excuse of only living here for a couple weeks; Scar’s had—presumably—years.

            You catch yourself in the middle of rearranging the furniture in your mind, why the fuck do I care? It’s not like you live here. You have no plans to live here. You couldn’t care less if the room was completely empty, and he slept on the floor. Okay, maybe I’d care a bit, but only because that’d be fucking weird.

            Scar shuts the door softly behind him and walks back into his bedroom. He stops a few feet away from you, looking down his nose. “Why do you always do that?” He gives you a look, “Loom over me, I mean. Make you feel real powerful?”

            He breathes out a laugh through his nose and sits down on the floor like how he had been earlier. Now you tower over him and it… isn’t as triumphant as you thought it would be. “Aster also gets nervous when people are taller than her,” he says. It takes you a bit too long to realize he’s mocking you.

            You scowl and plop down next to him, leaning against the wall with your head angled just enough to look at him sidelong. “Did you want me to come over just to make fun of me? Cuz I’m sure Jordyn or Geo would happily take over for you.”

            His eyes dart to you and then back to the floor, but it doesn’t look skittish like when you do. It looks… jealous? “We need to talk.”

            “Is that not what were doing? Maybe it’s a language barrier… talking refers to conversation. Shoot, I don’t know the chireanese translation.”

            He gives you yet another look, “One, its chireanai; two, I barely speak it; and three, you know what I mean. Stop acting dumb.” You glare but let him keep talking, “We need to talk about this.” He grabs your arm and pushes the sleeve up, revealing the scarred skin.

            “There’s nothing to talk about,” you try to pull your arm back, but his grip is strong.

            “Don’t shut down on me, Kirranari. I’m not trying to pressure you here, but you need to talk about it at some point, okay?”

            You dig your fingers under his claws and manage to pry your arm away, “Like you’re an open book. Gimme a break. Is this about me being a dealer? I thought I told you, I made mistakes but I’m not a fucking child so don’t treat me like one.” That familiar rage begins to bubble up from your gut.

            You stand up and walk towards the balcony but a hand on your shoulder stops you, spinning you around to face him. “Fucking stop it,” he bites, and you actually flinch, after last night you forgot how terrifying he is. “This isn’t about you being a dealer, it’s about you having a branding from one of the most notorious crime syndicates in Zaun. It’s about you hiding your past like it’ll kill you.” Because it will. “It’s about me giving a shit about you.”

            “And I already told you, I don’t know why you care about me, but it’s misplaced. Find some other girl to save.” Your voice is venomous.

            He doesn’t back down, “I’m not trying to save you, I thought I made that clear last night.”

            “Oh right, when you patched me up and then fucked me because you felt bad for me. That wasn’t saving me? Fuck you!” You yell, pushing his hand off your shoulder. The other one clamps down on your upper arm.

            “Keep your voice down.” He hisses, “I fucked you last night because I wanted to fuck you. Not out of pity, got it? The fact you even think that means you’ve got shit to work through. You think that low of me? Of yourself?”

            “I don’t know what to think, Scar.”

            He loosens his grip on your arm just enough so it stops hurting, but he doesn’t let go. “You told me that you’d accept help. Start here, that’s all I’m asking.”

            “Fine.” You let him lead you to a small wooden table and you slump down into a chair across from him. “What do you wanna know?”

            “Why you have that branding,” his voice is firm but lacking the harshness it had just a moment ago.

            “Pretty obvious. It’s from the Hush Company.” You scratch at the mark absently. It’s been years, but you could swear you can still smell the fumes of burnt flesh and feel the hot iron sear into the skin of your arm.

            “Wanna tell me why you have it?”

            “Why? So you can go tell everyone?” He doesn’t react and you sigh. “Sorry. It’s… a long story. I know you’re a very busy man, I would absolutely hate to take up your time with such a boring ta-”

            “Indulge me,” his eyes are humorless and you sigh yet again. Doesn’t look like you’re getting out of it.

            “I was born in Piltover. I know… shocker,” you gasp in mock surprise and he again refuses to react. You roll your eyes and continue, “I don’t know much about my parents, besides the fact that they were rich and stupid with their money. Hush Company had some pretty serious dirt on them that threatened to topple their entire business. So instead of solving their problems the legal way, they offered me—their youngest daughter—up and in exchange, Chross promised to forget everything he knew about them.” Maybe the story should upset you, but it’s been a constant as long as you can remember, you don’t really care about the life you could have had at this point.

            “What would Chross want with you?” Rude. Scar doesn’t say it like an insult, but you take it as one, if only to try and sort out the whirlwind of emotions the asshole makes you feel.

            “I’m incredibly useful, thank you very much. But you’re right. He didn’t want me, initially. But I guess my parents weren’t a big enough problem to warrant anything violent and I don’t know. Maybe the old fuck was getting bored, thought it’d be exciting having a piltie’s kid. Anyways, I became useful to them. Not like I had much of a choice… it was be useful or die and what can I say, I’m a stubborn bitch.” He laughs at that, which is relieving. “I was good at getting in and out of offices and had a knack for picking locks; everything needed for a little intel rat, which is what I became.”

            “What made you stop?” What the fuck is this, an interview?

            “When I turned seventeen, I realized I’d had enough of the beatings and ridicule and old man smell, so we parted ways.”

            “Just like that?” He looks unconvinced.

            You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah. I’m sure the boss wasn’t thrilled, but people come and go, wasn’t much he could do about it.” That’s a fucking lie. From what you heard in the months following your escape, Chross was turning the whole city up looking for you. It was flattering, really.

            “And you just decided to start dealing shimmer?” That bite is back in his voice, he can really hold a godsdammed grudge.

            “Yeah, sounded like a lot of fun, exploiting addicts,” you say sarcastically. He snarls and you glare, it’s truly a match made in heaven. “I don’t think it’s that far of a stretch. I had the skillset to get into the storehouses. And Silco produces so fucking much of the stuff, he never noticed a few inches skimmed off the top. Not to mention the idiots on the topside who don’t wanna deal with the big bad barons. A girl like me is pretty low risk, they didn’t even know they were getting scammed.” He opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can start., “Before you lecture me about how ‘evil’ my choices were, don’t. I had enough of that crap from you and Ekko to last a fucking lifetime.”

            “I wasn’t gonna lecture you.”

            You raise an eyebrow, “No? Cuz you’ve proved to be pretty good at it.”

            “I was gonna apologize,” his jaw twitches.

            “Don’t make me laugh.”

            “Shut up.” You raise your hands in surrender, “I was gonna apologize for how I acted when we first met. I judged you too harshly. You did everything you could to survive, most can’t say the same.”

            A bit more of that anger dissipates, “Didn’t know you knew how to apologize.”

            “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

            You cross your legs and lean back in your chair, “Well, you officially know more about me than anyone else in this city, a little bit of reciprocation wouldn’t be the worst.”

            He smirks and matches your posture, “I’ve got nothing as interesting as you. I grew up like any other sump rat; parents worked in the mines, died when I was young. I met Ekko when I was in my teens, we’ve been together ever since.” He catches the glint of mischief in your eyes, “Fuck you. Not like that.”

            The voice inside you screams to ask about Aster’s mom, who is she, do you still love her, where is she, how do I compare? But you bite your tongue, not in the mood to argue anymore. “That can’t be everything.”

            He smirks and rests his chin on his hand, propping his elbow on the table, “Course there’s more. How else am I gonna keep you around?”

            You scoff, “Right, cuz I’m leaving as soon as you get boring.”

            The feet of his chair scrape against the floor as he stands up and walks around the table to sit in front of you. “I thought I told you to quit towering over me,” you scold as you stand, still not coming to his full height.

            He flashes his teeth, “I need you to make me a promise.”

            Your exasperation is evident in your voice, “What? That I’m never gonna leave you? Gonna dedicate my life to you and the Firelights?” You’re joking—obviously—but it’s still thrilling, to toe such a dangerous line. Falling could be fatal, for you and him.

            He pauses for a moment, eyes searching yours, “No.” You try not to deflate, “Promise me that you’ll come to me when you need help. I won’t ask questions or pry anymore into your life until you’re ready, but I want you to know that you can come to me.”

            You consider his offer. In all honesty, you’re considering more than just his offer. The implications of it all… trusting someone so completely. Are you even wired for that? There is literally no way of knowing, you’ve never gotten close enough to someone to confide anything in them… much less trust them. Sure, you’ve gotten physically close with people; you’re not a godsdamn monk. But what Scar is asking, it’s fucking terrifying. “Fine,” you finally say, “Yeah okay. I promise. I’ll come to you if I need help.”

            He nods but doesn’t go so far as to smile. “Good.”

            Gods it’s sometimes like talking to a brick wall. “I still don’t know your angle, Scar.” You look him up and down, one eyebrow cocked.

            “Who says I’ve got an angle? “

            You roll your eyes, “Everyone’s got an angle, it’s like… a requirement of being a sentient being.”

            He folds his arms over his chest, “What’s your angle then, Kirranari?”

            You smile deviously and his eyes darken, “Right now? Get a good look at what you so rudely kept me from seeing last night.”

            Now he smiles, and it’s a toe curling, animalistic smile as he palms your ass, encouraging you to jump so he can lift you into his arms. Immediately, you wrap your legs around his torso and let him carry you to the bed. You attack his neck with the same enthusiasm he held last night, but when you pull back, you’re disappointed to see not a single mark sticks, stupid human teeth.

            He drops you onto the bed, which is shockingly comfortable, nicer than mine for sure. “Damn, who do you have to fuck to get digs like these anyways?” His eyes darken even further. I could be convinced.

            He drops to his knees in front of the bed and begins working at the drawstring of your pants when you sit up and pull back. “Hey, where’s your sense of fairness?” You press your hands into his cheeks and pull gently, guiding him up onto the bed. He doesn’t try and stop you as you move to straddle him, but your tongue working against the pulsing vein in his neck probably helps.

            The buckles on his vest provide an interesting problem, and you fiddle with them long enough for him to move his hands up in an attempt to help. You slap them away before they can reach their target and shoot him a look, he huffs out a laugh and leans back with his hands behind his head. I could get into a locked safe in under a minute, but these fucking buckles are giving me trouble?

            You finally get them undone and chuck the offending garment behind you, taking a moment to appreciate his chest because holy shit. You drag your nails down his pecs and stomach, smiling at the way he tenses up under the pressure, muscles rippling at the lightest contact.

            His pants are much easier—buttons you can handle—and you slide them off his feet along with his boots, leaving him in nothing but a pair of gray boxers. Your eyes naturally gravitate towards the prominent bulge, but you resist the temptation to palm him through the fabric right away.

            Instead you slide off his body and kneel between his legs that hang off the bed. Slowly, you lower your mouth to his stomach and press a line of soft kisses along the waistband. His breath hitches as your breath fans over the velvety skin. Tentatively you slip your tongue out to taste his skin and you find yourself slightly disappointed when it tastes like… nothing. Maybe a hint of soap? Finally giving into the temptations, you give him a firm squeeze, causing his abs to tighten and his breath to catch once more. You smirk up at him, but he remains almost motionless, simply watching you with heavy, green eyes.

            Redirecting your attention, you begin to drag the fabric down his hips, enamored by the way it catches on his cock, lowering them just enough for it to spring free and slap against his stomach. Your patience eventually runs out and you pull the boxers the rest of the way down his legs, throwing them over your shoulder to join the pile of other discarded garments. You sit back on your heels and lay a hand on each thigh, digging your nails into the skin lightly, as you take in the sight in front of you.

            It’s huge. You knew that, obviously; felt the way he nearly split you open, but actually seeing it? You worry you won’t be able to get even half of it down your throat. Stop stalling, you chide yourself. Gently, you take the shaft into your hand, simply feeling the texture in your palm. It’s nearly the same gray as the rest of his skin and just as velvety smooth.

            Scar shifts and you look up to see him sitting up on his elbows, “Were you planning on just staring?”

            You glare up at him, sitting up just enough to push him back horizontal, “Shut up.” He laughs and lets you push him back. You return to your work.

            You take another breath and finally work up the courage. It’s not like you haven’t done this before but he’s bigger than any you’ve seen before, maybe it’s a chirean thing? You pull his cock from his stomach and press a kiss to the light gray tip, tongue darting out to catch the small pearl of precum accumulated on the tip. The taste coating the very tip of your tongue fills your mouth and you could probably cum right there if you weren’t so focused on making him feel good first. Priorities or whatever.

            He doesn’t react until you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking the feverish flesh into your mouth to rest, fluttering your tongue against the slit. At the first entrance into your mouth, his stomach clenches and his back nearly arches off the bed. You hum a laugh around his dick and he spasms again, one hand going to your hair, scraping his claws against your scalp.

            With a sudden burst of confidence, you lower your head, taking nearly all of him in one fell swoop and resting your nose almost against his stomach. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. You bring your head back up before bobbing down again, finding a rhythm as your tongue explores the unfamiliar appendage in your mouth.

            The tension in your hair is a wonderful map; the more he pulls at your hair, the more you repeat whatever the hell it was that you just did. It’s actually kinda like picking a lock. Just… if picking locks suddenly made you feel like you were going to cum in your pants and beg the lock to let you bear its future children. What the FUCK?

            The thought is so shocking, you actually gag around his cock and have to pull your head back to keep from hurling, coughing as you wipe the spit from your mouth. He sits up, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest heaving. He had been close, till I ruined it. “You okay?” He sounds genuinely concerned.

            You nod, feeling your face flush, “Yeah sorry… you’re just… really big.”

            His hand slides from your hair down to your cheek, “You don’t have to do this, Kir.”

            You actually smile this time instead of glaring, “I want to do this, okay? It’s just been awhile.”

            You take him back into your mouth and he flops back onto the mattress. This time, you keep your mind focused solely on his pleasure. Redoubling your previous efforts, you take him as far as you can manage, flattening your tongue against the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. Tentatively, you reach a hand under your head to cup his balls, rolling them gently between dexterous fingers. “Mmm fuck… just like that.” His encouragement sends lightening through your veins, and you moan around him, digging the nails of your free hand into his thigh.

            “Gonna cum,” he murmurs, barely audible in your ears over the wetness of your mouth. You squeeze the rapidly tightening skin of his balls as your own form of encouragement, never stopping the movement of your head despite the muscles in your cheeks and neck cramping.

            His fingers pull your hair taught as he pushes your head down, pumping thick, salty cum directly down your throat. To your credit, you don’t gag this time. In fact, you swallow each drop dutifully, tongue pressing lightly against the pulsing flesh.

            You hold him gently in your mouth, waiting for his fingers to release their death grip on your head and his cock to stop spasming. He hisses as you pull your head up even as you’re careful not to linger on the sensitive skin.

            He is sitting up fully by the time you can raise your head enough to look at him. Lidded but piercing eyes gaze down at you for a second before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you, forcing his tongue between your swollen lips. “Fuck… you’re… I can’t…” he mumbles against your lips and you fight the urge to squeal, knowing you were able to reduce him to just as much of a puddle as he brought you too last night.

            You ease up on to the bed, straddling his naked hips once again. “You alright?” Your voice is light and soft despite the fire burning deep in your belly.

            His hand moves up to squeeze your still clothed breast and you arch into the contact. “Be better in a second,” he mutters, kissing your neck gently along the marks he made last night. “Be better once I take care of you same way you took care of me.”

            You sigh as his lips settle on the skin just below your ear, “You don’t… have to. I- uh,” a claw slips under your shirt and he groans when he realizes you’ve foregone a bra, “I wanted to… mmm… do that for you.”

            That earns you a nip. “And I want to do this for you, so shut up,” your laugh is cut off by a sharp wail from the other room. Scar groans and pushes you gently off his body so he can pull his pants over his softening cock. “I’ll be right back,” he mutters, walking towards Aster’s room.

            You’re sitting up in bed, much calmer now, when he walks out with his daughter cradled to his bare chest. So much for calm. Something strange and unknown twists itself in your gut: the same feeling that nearly made you spew all over his bedsheets. But can you really blame yourself? The sight of such a strong, dangerous man holding such a delicate form in his arms, eyes practically burning with love as he looks down at her. Maybe it’s envy you feel? Envy for this little girl and the love she will grow around. But… there’s something more than just the envy. Sure, you want that same, unconditional love, you’ve always known that, despite your attempts to push that fragile side of you down.

            What you feel is more than just a desire to experience a love of that caliber, you find yourself longing to join in on this love, the one you see in front of you. Which is… crazy. You don’t even know the man and you suddenly want to be a part of this delicate, perfect relationship. What gives me the right?

            Scar sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the wall and kicking his legs in front of himself, still holding Aster. “C’mere,” he jerks his head to the space next to him.

            “No that’s okay. I’ll head out, I wouldn’t wanna intrude,” you say, moving to stand. It feels too… personal. To be invited into this space as a relative stranger. Aster’s cries have reduced to sniffles, and she slots herself comfortably between Scar’s arms and his chest, leaving plenty of room for you to scoot up into his side. It’s so fucking tempting. From the sleepy smile on the girl, you could almost believe she knew what she was doing.

            “If I wanted you to leave, I woulda said so.” He looks at you like you are simultaneously the stupidest and the most perfect person in the world and your resolve melts.

            His arm wraps around your smaller frame and you rest your head on his chest, smiling as he traces his claw into the skin of your shoulder. Over the planes of his chest, Aster looks at you and you reach a hand over to ruffle her hair. The longer you stare at her sleepy smile, the more tired you feel yourself become, and before you can help it, you fall asleep, cuddled into Scar’s body, encased in his scent and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

            You blink your eyes open slowly and find your body curled around Aster, and Scar completely absent. Sitting up gently, you tuck the girl into your arms and pad bare footed across the room. She stirs lightly but finds a comfortable position in your arms. “Where did your dad run off to, bug?” She coos but says nothing helpful.

            You walk to the window and look down at the Firelights below. It all feels oddly reminiscent of your first morning, when Ekko was still trying to convince you to join. Warm air hits your face as you step out into the shaded balcony, and you shift Aster, so her body is pressed against your chest. A breeze blows your face into your line of sight, and you rest her on your hip to push it away. It startles you how natural it is beginning to feel. All of it: living with the Firelights, holding Aster, even being with Scar. I need to slow the fuck down, I just got here.

            A blur of white and green catches your attention and before you can move back into the small apartment, Ekko is landing on the balcony right next to your abandoned hoverboard. He doesn’t seem to even acknowledge you until he’s stepped off and leaned the board against the railing. “Oh. Hey?” He looks confused, “Have you… seen Scar around?”

            Your face flushes. How can the same fucking thing happen twice in one day? Do the gods just hate me? You scramble to think of an answer. “Yeah, he just er- stepped out for a sec. Asked me to keep an eye on Aster for him.” The small gray child in your arms has opened her eyes at the commotion, she eyes Ekko but doesn’t squirm to leave your arms.

            He looks... bewildered, eyes wide and brown skin flushing almost inperceptively. “Right. Well, I was just gonna tell him the same thing I told him this morning, but I guess you two already worked it out.”

            Is it that obvious? “Yup! All good we’re al-” A door opening behind you cuts you off. Both you and Ekko turn to see Scar walking out of the bathroom, hair and skin still wet from his shower, towel slung low over his hips. It’s that obvious.

            The whole situation is probably incredibly comical, the way Scar freezes to look between the two of you, eyes going wide and then narrowing, trying to understand what the hell is happening. Unfortunately, you aren’t exactly in a headspace to see it that way. You’re actually beginning to consider shoving Aster into Ekko’s hands and jumping right off the balcony when Ekko finally breaks the awkward silence. “I’ll go then… see you two—er three—later.”

            He is already half the way down the tree by the time you turn to face Scar. He isn’t laughing this time, so that’s a plus? It’s so hard to tell with him.

            “Sorry.” Your voice comes out weaker than you wanted.

            He looks confused for a moment and shakes his head, “Why are you sorry?”

            Your mouth opens and closes twice before you can get an answer out and you feel quite a bit like a fish, “Because… Ekko and… he saw me here.”

            “You think I give a shit that he saw you here?”

            “I- no. Er well…”

            “Well I don’t. And I don’t get why you think I’d have a problem with it.” He looks at you like you’re stupid and even still, you feel like you could melt for what seems to be the hundredth time today. He isn’t embarrassed to have me around? Not that he should, of course. I’m a fucking catch. But still, you find yourself slightly baffled. He shrugs and grabs Aster from your hands before turning and laying her down on the bed. “Besides, not like Ekko gives a shit either.”

            He walks to his dresser and drops the towel on the ground. You blink at the sight in front of you, worrying you may have to physically pick your jaw up. This man is beautiful, like… holy shit. It’s honestly unfair that one being can hold so much beauty. Must be a mistake on the gods’ or something.

            “Quit staring.” He says, not turning around, but you can hear the smirk in his voice.

            You scoff and stick your tongue out at him, turning to walk to the balcony. “See you at dinner, Scar.” You call over your shoulder before stepping onto your board and taking off. You think that if you don’t leave at this moment, you’ll never leave. The urge to jump him again is too strong and you’d like to have at least a semi-productive day.

I hope you all enjoyed! This was written during a 14 hour car ride to Texas and not beta-read so... ya know... have kind thoughts in your hearts about me. I listened to Enigma's "MCMXC a.D." album about 12 times while working on this, in case y'all were curious. Anyways... love you all so so much and I'll see you all in the next chapter. -Shart

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[grimoniasworld]

Korn - 4 Minutes

Let's talk Korn. I'll preface this by saying this is my extremely biased interpretation.

I have seen heaps of people talk about how sweet, nice, caring, compassionate, and good Korn used to be in the beginning of his and Tonkla's relationship. And I completely disagree.

I can see why people would say that, but that flashback and Tonkla's first time made me feel sick. So disgustingly sick. Now I may identify too much with Tonkla, but he was preyed on and taken advantage of by Korn.

Korn is a bad guy who is trying to convince himself and others that he's a good guy. I assume he was a soon to be graduating senior and he met Tonkla a (barely legal I assume) freshman. Korn saw a vulnerable boy who had a bad home life, no one to look out for him, and grieving. And what did he do? Developed a relationship with him, and it looked like he thoroughly enjoyed Tonkla's inexperience. Korn was drawn to Tonkla because he was young and didn't know any better. And Korn may have a savior complex to prove he's a good guy. He knew Tonkla would get attached. When Tonkla said I love you, he MEANT it. And Korn didn't.

This REALY opened my eyes to who Korn is. He is sick. My guess is that Korn is actually convincing himself he is a good guy in the same way I convinced myself I was straight (I wasn't). I don't think Korn is doing this consciously.

Korn has become a worse partner because Tonkla is no longer vulnerable and inexperienced. It's boring for Korn now because he is a predator. And I think Korn isn't even aware of this.

Rant over and I hate Korn.

[rottenpumpkin13]

"I know we're the special forces, but I feel like we are leaning REALY FUCKING HEAVILY ON THE "SPECIAL" PART!!!"-Lazard, on his second week of trying to survive the firsts.

Because his first week was:

Lazard, shaking Sephiroth's hand: It's an honor to finally meet you. I have no doubt that our work together will be incredibly fruitful.

Sephiroth, unfamiliar with human interaction: I wasn't allowed fruits as a child because of their sugar content. Professor Hojo believed they would spoil me and bring me joy.

Lazard: ......

*Genesis walks in*

Lazard: You must be Genesis!

Genesis: I accidentally set the training room on fire while fighting Sephiroth's data.

Lazard: !

Genesis: Which reminds me, FUCK YOU AJSGSJ*he attacks Sephiroth and the two start fighting*

Lazard: !!?

*Angeal walks up to him*

Lazard: I'm guessing you're the normal one. Nice sword.

Angeal: Thanks! I don't use it so that it doesn't rust, BUT—

*Angeal pulls out a shovel*

Lazard: WHAT PLANET AM I ON?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Emily's shoulder Charlie: "There is still good in Sera. Her intentions have been horridly corrupted, but they once came from a desire to protect and preserve. We can help her see the truth and return to goodness!"

Emily's shoulder Vaggie: "PUNCH HER IN HER STUCK-UP ANGEL FACE!"

XD chaggie down in hell having a rest after the drama, meanwhile EMILY-

Emily: "I'm not sure the face punching idea would even work. Sera's too tall..."

Shoulder Vaggie: "Trust me, she's sunk low enough for you to reach."

Shoulder Charlie: "Which MEANS she's ALSO in the perfect position for HUGS!!!"

Emily: "I don't even know how to throw a punch."

Shoulder Charlie: "And that's fine!!"

Shoulder Vaggie: "No problem. Just think about that that time you found out souls were being permanently wiped from existence once a year in the name of protecting heaven bc Sera was scared people might not actually like being damned and tortured for all eternity and figured just letting Adam murder them was the best way to keep sinners away from the pearly gates. Not that you needed to know any of that, though. It was fine if you sat happily up on your cloud, far above the mountain of dead bodies piled up to keep it safe."

Shoulder Charlie: "....We could punch her a little, maybe."

Emily: "Charlie!"

Shoulder Charlie: "I'm sorry! You think Vaggie's making a REALY good point, is the thing!"

Emily: "Why do my hands suddenly hurt-?"

Shoulder Vaggie: "It's called clenching your fists. You're making a fist with your hands for the first time ever. Good job. Don't tuck your thumb though."

Emily: (untucks thumb) "I still can't just punch Sera. It wouldn't make anything better!"

Shoulder Charlie: "We could call it a, uh, direct demonstration of our opinions on the matter. Or a lived example of why violence is bad!"

Emily: "You're not supposed to be arguing for punching!"

Shoulder Charlie: "I said I'm sorry! But the only time you met me, the real me, I spent the end of the day burning with rage and yelling at people about it! And it's my girlfriend you've got advocating for the face punching- I can't help that you think I'd be kinda down for it!!"

Shoulder Vaggie: "The whole dating me thing is a pretty big clue she's at least not turn off by violence, if it's for helping people instead of, y'know. Murder."

Emily: "Vaggie- help me. The real you was more quiet and cautious-"

Shoulder Vaggie: "Probably because of the blackmail."

Emily: "-you, you tried telling Charlie to keep a cool head! Tell me that too!"

Shoulder Vaggie: "Remember that thing where it turns out real me used to be an exorcist, used to do that murder stuff? And got left behind in hell? Probably for the whole not liking the murder thing?"

Emily: "I was trying not to remember that..."

Shoulder Vaggie: "You're not a princess of hell or a lowly ex-exorcist. You're a seraphim. You could punch Sera and get away with it."

Emily: "Ugh.."

Shoulder Charlie: "But only a LITTLE punch, okay? Gently. Gently punch."

Shoulder Vaggie: "That's not how it works babe but sweeet thought."

Emily: (SIGHS) (stops arguing internally with herself)

Sera: "....."

Sera: "Are you alright, Emily."

Emily: (despondent) "I'm fine, Sera."

Sera: "You seem a bit, droopy. I haven't even had proper glimpse of your face all day."

Emily: "Sorry. I just can't look at you right now."

Sera: (devastated) "...oh."

Sera: (rallying) "Well it will pass in time, I'm sure. Once you understand things better."

Emily: (hiding fists in skirts) (urge to punch) (RISING) "SuRE."

Emily: "..."

Emily: "Oh you know what? We haven't talked about Sir Pentious today!"

Sera: "Haven't we."

Emily: "We haven't, actually!" (smugly smooths out skirts) "He's settling in here nicely, isn't he? Isn't it wonderful having a new angel in heaven? Seeing him around, so amazed at everything- being so sweet and kind as he finds his way around after dying to protect his friends- Isn't it such an extra blessing, that he made it here aaaaallllll the way from hell? Aren't we lucky Charlie and Vaggie's hotel for reforming sinners is a thing? And is STILL a thing, even after Adam and Lute tried killing them all? On our orders? Which- thank heaven!- didn't work?"

Sera: (eye twitch) (eye twitch) "Indeed."

Emily: "I'm sure they'd be SO happy to see how well Sir Pentious is doing." (beaming) "We should invite them back sometime!"

Sera: (Glowering) "....."

Emily: "See I knew you'd agree Sera. You're overprotective- but that doesn't make you vindictive and petty, right? Right. You're not like Adam, may he rest in peace- Now, about setting something up to help the transition go more smoothly, the next time a sinner earns their place in heaven..."

-down in hell-

Vaggie: "You've got a great frown line going on, sweetie. What's up?"

Charlie: "Oh it's silly, but...

Charlie: "...Is Emily going to be okay up in heaven, do you think? After finding out about. Y'know."

Vaggie: "If she's anything like you? No."

Charlie: (whimpers) (frown x2)

Vaggie: "But if she's half as brilliant as you are, then she'll figure something out."

Charlie: "If she's so much like me, then she's also a Charlie without her Vaggie. That's not much of a Charlie."

Vaggie: "You did fine in Cannibal Town alone, babe."

Charlie: "Only AFTER thinking about you!"

Vaggie: "Well- uhh-" (tries not to smile) (smiles a lot) "Sir Pentious is up there? He counts for something."

Charlie & Vaggie: (stare up at heaven)

Charlie: "....think he's already blown up the pearly gates?"

Vaggie: "If his Egg Boiz haven't shown up there yet? Yeah. Probably."

-pearly gates-

Sir Pentious: (clinging to the wreckage of the gates) "THEY ARE VERY SSSSIMPLE BOIZ! THEY MIGHT NOT REMMBER HOW TO KNOCK OR CONSSTRUCT AND EXSSSSPLOSSIVE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO GET THEM PASSSSSST IT!"

Sera: "That is why we have Peter keeping WATCH on the gates! We do NOT detonate the gates of heaven with several tons of TNT- singeing Peter's wings in process!"

St. Peter: (coughs smoke) "Ow~"

Sir Pentious: "BUT THEY ARE SSSSSMALL! WHAT IF THEY GET OVERLOOKED? MY BOIZSS!!"

Emily: "We could just leave the gates open-"

Sera: "NO!"

Emily: (leaning in to pentious) (whispering) "I'll leave the gates open an Egg Boi sized gap okay? Don't worry."

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Your resident Crawling Chaos, back with more OPLA headcanons.

Another huge thanks to everyone who's been sharing and liking and following. You're all just amazing. I'm working on getting through these headcanons alongside an ask request, that latter of which I'm almost finished with and may be up tonight.

Without further ado, it's headcanons with everyone's favorite green-haired swordsman, Zoro!

Whoops, wrong gif.

I'm SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST.

I mean it's totally normal to pick at the people you love.

So, headcanons. Like Mihawk and Shanks, ranging from total fluff to spicy, and very much NSFW.

LA!Zoro X Fem!Reader

A— Through —Z(oro)

A — Afterglow (How are they have sex?)

Considering how much effort he exerts training on a daily basis, he's going to fall asleep pretty quickly.

But you're not going anywhere.

Not with his arms curled around you, holding you against his chest.

Even if he's already asleep, his grip is going to tighten around your waist, keeping you close.

He hasn't been close to many people in his life, and he's pretty starved for physical affection, so your warmth is positively addictive to him.

B — Backrubs? (Do they like them? Like giving them?)

Looks at you like you're speaking another language if you offer him one.

"Wha...why?"

But he's not going to turn it down.

And he's never going to turn it down again after the first time.

"O...oh. Oh—that feels—oh shit yeah..."

He thought that "sore" was just the default state of anyone who spent the vast majority of their time physically active.

He'll try to return the favor if you want one. He's a little clumsy about it since it's not exactly something he's used to doing, but his hands always feel nice and he takes instruction well enough.

It's not long before his hands are wandering, though.

Not that you're complaining.

C — Cuddling (Do they enjoy cuddling a lot or only at certain moments?)

Zoro likes having you close, but mostly in private.

He loves to bury his face in the crook of your neck while you comb your fingers through his hair.

Wrap his arm tight around your waist and just breathe you in.

D — Dance (Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it?)

Says he has two left feet, but he's never realy tried.

He'll let you try to teach him, but he's going to complain the whole time.

"Come on, what's the point in this? Can't we just spar instead?"

And probably blush a little about how close you are.

And definitely never admit out loud that he actually enjoys it.

E — Extravagant Gestures (Things they do to make you feel loved)

Zoro is pretty new to this, so you're going to have to bear with him.

He's spent the entirety of his life focused on his career as a swordsman and never taken any time for romance before.

Doesn't really think much about doing anything extravagant.

But he will literally put his life on the life to keep you safe.

Even if he knows you're pretty strong yourself, he goes completely ferral if he sees you've been hurt.

F — Fighting (How do they hand arguments/apologies?)

He has to always get the last word in.

Turns into a bit of an overgrown toddler, honestly. Slamming doors and being in general grumpy about the whole ordeal.

Refusing to talk about the problem for a while, then feeling guilty after the fact.

Approaching you later when no one else is around, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Look, I probably...could have handled that better. Not really used to this, but—y'know. Sorry."

If he sees you've been crying he's instantly gutted.

G — Going Out (What do they do for dates?)

If you have anything specific in mind, you're going to have to do the planning.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy spending time together—he just doesn't really understand what constitutes a "date"

Gets a little awkward about asking.

"Hey, ah—you know, I'll probably get lost if I leave the ship by myself so...wanna go do something?"

H — Heartache (How would they handle it if you broke up with them?)

He's going to do everything in his power to act like he's unaffected.

But everyone notices it.

Snapping and being more short-tempered than usual.

Spending more and more time training and napping.

Deflecting when anyone asks about it.

Unable to get you out of his head and working himself to the point of overexertion just to try to ignore his thoughts.

I — Intimacy (When are they intimate with you? And how often?)

Mostly in private.

Will probably curl his arm around your waist when you stand close.

Straight-up blushes when you kiss him in front of the rest of the crew at first, even on the cheek, but he gets used to it over time and starts returning the gesture.

In private, it's a miracle if he's not holding you.

He absolutely loves it when you lay across his chest with your cheek at his shoulder.

J — Joker (How do they make you laugh)

Not really one for cutting jokes, but his sarcastic one-liners are an art form.

Especially when he gets into an insult-match with Sanji.

Even if you are typically the one who has to break it up before comes to blows.

K — Kissing (How good? How often?)

He honestly loves kissing you, and he's going to take any chance to pull you aside to do so.

He's starved himself of physical affection for the vast majority of his life, so he savors every second of it.

Pulling you against him by your hips and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Or walking you back into the wall and leaning over you with his hand over your head.

Slow, deep kisses when you wake up in his arms are his weakness.

L — Lay down (How do they sleep with you? Are they a cuddler or do they prefer their space?)

He has to have you against him.

Laid across his chest with an arm around your back.

If you wake up before him, you're not going anywhere until he's ready to move.

If you're too busy to nap, he's going to wait until you're not.

Absolutely refuses to lay down without you at any given time.

M — Making babies (Do they want to settle down and have kids?)

Yeah, no.

At least not for a very long time.

His dream of being the world's greatest swordsman takes precedence right now. Having a kid would make that borderline impossible.

N — Nervous? (How confident are they when it comes to romance?)

As confident as Zoro is about everything else, this whole romance thing has him pretty out of his element.

Had a few one night stands and flings during his time pirate hunting, but never anything serious.

He would never admit that he's nervous, but he's more obvious than he thinks.

Trying to act aloof but stumbling over words.

Getting legitimately surprised when you do the simplest little things for him.

O — Oral Fixation (Giving or recieving? And how good are they?)

Your mouth makes him weak.

Shivering when you wrap your hand around his cock and trail your tongue up the length and wrap your lips around the head.

Gripping your hair with both hands, alternating between laying his head back and watching you.

He's pretty sure he'd go crazy if he watched you the entire time, especially with the way you gaze up to meet his eyes.

Holding your head still when it gets too good to hold back and thrusting back to your throat.

"Oh fuck I love it when you gag on it—"

He's definitely returning the favor.

Picking you up and setting you on the nearest surface—a bed, a hammock, a table, anywhere he can tug off your panties and pull your legs over his shoulders.

Slow and sensual, but not teasing—he just loves hearing your little moans and whimpers, feeling your thighs trembling.

Pushing one or two fingers in and out of you so he can feel you tighten up when you come.

P — Pet Peeves (Things they don't like in a partner)

Nagging. You asked him to do something and he's going to do it, don't get pushy about it or it's going to take him even longer.

Lack of communication—he is new to this whole relationship thing, you can't expect him to know everything you want all the time if you don't tell him.

Flirting with Sanji. Just don't. He can and will murder that shitty waiter.

Q — Quiet Time (How much alone time do they need, or do they want to be with you 24/7?)

He's always been a solitary person, and it surprises him juat how much time he wants to spend with you.

Doesn't want you glued to his side or anything, but he'd rather be with you than not be with you.

Especially in a new place. He knows you can handle yourself, but still gets worried something might happen to you and takes it upon himself to act as your personal body guard.

And let's face it, he'd get lost if he went off on his own anyway.

R — Romance (How romantic are they? Do they have to force it or does it come natural?)

For not having much experience, he's honestly incredibly sweet when you're alone together

Playing with your hair.

Foreheads touching just so he can look into your eyes.

Slow, tender kisses and gentle caresses.

"You're way too good for me."

Gets absolutely flustered if anyone walks in, and you giggling about it doesn't help.

S — Spending Money (How much do they like to spend on you?)

To be fair, he doesn't really have much money. None of you do.

But he's pretty insistent on paying for both of you if you go out together, even if that's all he can do right now.

He wants to buy things for you, and if the crew ever strikes it big, he plans on making up for it.

T — Trust (Are they trusting of you? Jealous?)

Zoro has a lot of trust issues in general, but he's pretty trusting of you.

You haven't given him any reason not to trust you.

He still hasn't told you everything about his past, but he's getting around to it.

U — Underwear (What kind do they wear, and what kind do they like on you?)

He's not very particular about his own underwear.

Definitely comfort and maneuverability over looks, but if you have a preference he's fine with it, as long as it's not thongs or something.

Don't even ask, he's not.

But he loves seeing you in a thong. The skimpier the better.

If he can reach under your skirt and feel your bare ass, he's going to be absolutely ferral for you in an instant.

V — Vulnerable (How vulnerable are they with you? Is it easy for them to open up to you?)

He's more vulnerable with you than he is with anyone else.

Still doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, but he's trying.

Used to handling everything himself so it's a steep learning curve.

Tries to voice things that bother him, even if it comes out a little forced and awkward, but he makes the effort, and you're proud of him for it.

W — Wine and Dine (Do they prefer meals at home or going out with you? Who does more of the cooking?)

A cook Zoro definitely is not.

He'd rather take you out and not have to deal with Sanji, but money is an object.

He loves watching you cook. He might even offer to help, but you probably shouldn't let him.

He could burn a pot of boiling water.

X — X-Rated (How good are they in bed? What do they like?)

Very passionate, and a little playful.

It drives him crazy when you tease him.

Bend over in front of him in a skirt and he's going to be dragging you off somewhere private in seconds.

Pushing you up against a wall and pushing your skirt up your hips.

Kissing you hard enough to bruise and pulling you against him by your ass so you can feel him get hard.

Shivering, kissing and growling against your neck when you rub him through his pants.

"God, you're such a little fucking tease..."

And he absolutely loves it.

Not wasting any time in pulling your shirt and your bra off so he can feel every inch of you.

Teasing your nipples with his thumb while he grips your ass harder to grind against you.

Wrestling out of his shirt when you get on your knees in front of him.

Tangling his hands in his hair and groaning when you wrap your lips around his cock.

Losing control fast and holding your head still to fuck your mouth until you're gagging on him.

Letting you go when you dig your fingers into his hips and pulling you back up by your hair, picking you up by your ass and kissing down the column of his throat while he catches his breath.

Laying you down on the nearest surface and kissing down your body.

Trying to get himself back under control so he doesn't cum within two minutes.

Pulling your skirt down and flinging it away, before giving you a grin and tugging your panties down with his teeth.

Pulling your thighs up over his shoulders and tugging you to him by your hips, immediately pushing two fingers inside you and sucking your clit.

Rolling his tongue in slow, firm circles, keeping his pace steady while you grip at his hair and arch your back and moan.

Giving a little purr/growl when you come, gripping your hips.

Absolutely craving you now, shifting up to lean over you, rubbing your thighs and thrusting into you before your orgasm is even over.

Going hard and heavy right from the first stroke.

Gripping at your thigh and your hair and groaning into your neck while you cling to him.

Reaching between you to rub your clit, bringing you right back to the edge in minutes.

"Come on, baby. Come for me again. Come on my cock."

Watching your eyes roll back and swearing under his breath when he feels your walls tighten around him.

Losing it immediately when you cry out and arch your back under him.

Pulling out and tugging on you by your arm until you lean down and wrap your lips around him again.

Pulling your head forward and groaning, holding you in place by your hair while you suck the cum out of him.

Collapsing into bed with you and pulling you onto his chest, kissing your neck and your forehead, telling you how good you are while you both catch your breath.

Y — Yearning (How long will they pursue the person they're interested in before losing interest?)

Not very long, honestly.

He'll shoot his shot a couple times, but if you're not interested he's not going to press it.

He respects your boundaries completely, and he doesn't abide the whole hard-to-get game.

If you decide you're interested after that, you're going to have to approach him.

Z — Zen (What do they do to wind down and relax? Do they prefer to do it alone or with you?)

As much as he trains, he needs a lot of downtime.

And he definitely wants you there for it.

Holding onto you like you're his teddy bear, having a beer or two with you, nuzzling into your hair.

He never really considered the possibility that he'd be as close to someone as he is to you, and doesn't want to waste any time being away from you.

He's still pretty reclusive, but you're the one exception to that rule.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SHREK THE THIRD *  assorted dialogue from the 2007 film, adjust as necessary

let's just say some things are better left unsaid.

if there's something you want to do, or someone you really want to be, then the only one standing in your way... is you.

well, my stomach's aching and my palms just got sweaty. must be a high school.

it wouldn't be inaccurate to assume that i couldn't exactly not say that it is or isn't almost partially incorrect.

so you do know where he is!

all right people, let's do this thing!

i thought we agreed we'd go by the name "team super cool."

from henceforth, we're all to be known as "team alpha super awesome cool dynamite wolf squadron."

right! assume the position!

what are you doing?

i can't believe i'm going to be a father.

how did this happen?

allow me to explain.

when a man falls in love with a woman, he is overcome with powerful urges...

how can you be a receiver of the wedgies when you are clearly not a wearer of the underpants?

somebody help! i've been kidnapped by a monster who's trying to relate to me!

greetings, cosmic children of the universe. welcome to my serenity circle.

please leave all bad vibes outside the healing vortex.

i knew i should have got that warranty.

i'm sorry, but this isn't working for me.

it's not like your attitude is helping.

let go of your petty complaints and let's work together.

someone had better be dying.

if he were real, could i do this?

that's quite enough, boys!

look out! they got a piano!

you really need to get yourself a pair of pants.

some people just don't understand boundaries.

it's just so hard, you know?

come on, take it easy!

there's a mean person doing mean things to good people.

i'll go and get my things.

we realy need your help.

sorry, i don't do that stuff anymore.

how about a hug? that's the best kind of magic there is.

jealous much?

where's the baby?

you just need to do a little less yelling and use more soap.

the soap is because you stink. really bad.

i will never forget you. you are the love of my life.

that's easy for you to say!

it's not easy to come by honest work when the whole world is against you.

those are some nice leotards though.

do they have those in men's sizes?

all right, don't overdo it.

break a leg. on second thought, let me break it for you.

i haven't had a trip that bad since college.

please don't eat me.

i've always wanted to play the flute.

i'd rather get the black plague and lock myself in an iron maiden than go out with him.

try to be reasonable.

i don't know you, but i'd like to.

can i interest anyone in a snack or beverage?

that information is on a need to know basis.

what do you want, [name]?

i love you too, honey!

you're going to be a father.

from here on out, we're gonna take care of business ourselves.

this isn't a rehearsal.

i know i made many mistakes with you.

won't you please open mine first?

can you please just try to grin and bear it?

i got you the biggest one because i love you the most.

now you'll have plenty time to work on your marriage.

excuse me. old lady coming through.

just stay out of this!

oh, this place is filthy.

everybody stay calm. we're all gonna die!

[bronz3y]

she looks so pretty (chapter one) - Alessia Russo x reader

warnings: just two awkward girlies hehe, suggestive? kinda?, if you squint lol

hiya guys!, im back (kinda??) im gonna try post more frequently, but no promises lmao

anyways hope you enjoy this first part to a lil seires im gonna be working on, enjoy!

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“Come on girls!”

You hear the crowd erupt as you took the first steps at the emirates, as much as many times as you'd step out onto the incredible stadium you'd always get goosebumps at the sound of the thousands of fans cheering you on.You look around taking it all in as you stand in line with the rest of your team, you watch kim little and mary Earps shake hands and follow the line of your teammates to shake hands with the familiar manchester united players.

you watch the heads in the line pass you when you see the spiky ponytail, you look up and meet the eyes of Alessia Russo, piercing blue eyes meeting with yours for a second, you grab each other's hand and just like that, she's gone.

You'd never properly spoken to Alessia, but the 2 times you’d played against man united this season you felt her eyes on you during the game, and when you'd catch her, she would immediately look away and as soon as the whistle blew, you would try avoiding her and go straight for the changing rooms, scared that if you did end up talking to her, you'd say something stupid to embarrass yourself, so avoiding her was the next option.

You jogged over to the team circle, wrapping your arms around Beth and Kaite, Kim gave her speech and you all put your hands in the middle of the circle and lifted your arms up.

“Arsenal!”

Arsenal end up beating united  2-1, you and viv both scoring absolute worldies, you'd all gone around taking pictures and signing shirts when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and once again meet light blue eyes, you hear your heart in your ears as you snap out of it once you hear her relaxing voice.

“Nice goal before, was an amazing chip” Alessia praised you while wearing one of her pretty toothy smiles.

“Oh thank you, it was nothing really, Leah's assist set me up” you laughed rubbing your neck to hide the slight redness rising from your nervousness.

“Hmm true but that finish took skill, you cut through all our defenders” Alessia giggled playing with the hem of her shirt.

You both stayed talking a while longer when you heard Katies voice calling your name.

“y/n!, come on you slowpoke hurry yer ass over before i make ya” katie says looking between the two of you.

“Sorry, gotta get to the shower, i'd rather not get her to drag me over” you laugh.

“No worries, I'll see you at Lottes party this weekend?” Alessia asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, for sure,i'll be there” you replied 

“Ah nice, see you there then” Alessia smiled and waved starting to walk away

“Y-yeah, you too!” you said while she walked back to hear teammates. You turned around and slapped your forehead.

“Realy y/n?, ‘you too’?, for fucks sake” you shook your head at yourself as you walked into the changing rooms.

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an hour later your walking with leah to the car park, since youd signed with arsenal a few months ago youd moved in with leah until you could find a place of your own, but it was nice having her around, you werent a fan of being on your own a lot, so having her to talk to is something your grateful for.

you both got in the car, leah driving and you in shotgun, as she pulled out of the parking she began talking.

"saw you and lessi talking earlier" leah said smirking

"oh shush it was nothing, just some friendly chat thats all" you rolled your eyes at her.

"mhm, for now" she said laughing.

"your so annoying did you know that?" you said jokingly

"its my hobby to pester you" she shrugged smiling, you roled your eyes and laughed with her.

"if you keep rolling your eyes they are gonna end up at the back of your head"

"Leah!"

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Later that day you are cooking dinner at your shared apartment with leah, some spaghetti, nice and plain for leah and you add some spices to your own since your not as picky as her, you set the two plates at the dinner table when you hear your phone ping on the kitchen counter, you walk up to it and tap on the screen, your eyes widen and your heart starts racing.

‘Alessiarusso99 started following you’

You start jumping up and down in the kitchen giggling when Leah walks in on you.

“What's gotten you so happy?” she asks, smiling with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh it's nothing’ u say pushing your phone away.

“Let me see” she reaches over your shoulder and grabs your phone and taps the screen, she looks down at it and then smirks up at you.

“B’out time one of you guys made the first move foken’ ell” she says laughing

“Oh shush we hadn't spoken until today, and plus she doesn't see me like that” you say snatching your phone off her and rolling your eyes.

“Mhm, whatever you say y/n/n” she teases, walking out of the kitchen.

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Saturday comes around and you're getting ready for the party, straightening your hair in your vanity, you'd never taken so long to choose an outfit, usually you're very quick when it comes to it, but tonight you found yourself struggling to find something you liked, or more so, something she would like. Once your done you grab your phone and spray on your expensive ‘going out’ perfume and head to the front door.

“God you look like your about to throw up” leah laughed at you

“Lee, stop it, im stressin’ man” you whined as leah shook her head.

“Come on romeo let's get in the car”

Once you get to the place Lotte rented out you hear the music blasting even from outside. you feel your chest tighten and your hands get sweaty, leah then puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, relax, breathe” you nod at her words and start breathing slowly.

“You're gonna be fine, just be yourself okay?” she smiles at you, you return the gesture and begin walking inside.

You and Leah make your way through the crowd and the mist, disco lights flashing in your eyes and sweaty bodies bumping into you, you then see Katie,Caitlin,Beth and Viv by the bar and walk up to them.

“Leah,y/n, you're finally here, god what took you so long” beth said slurring over her words you laughed at her and gave her a hug.

“Lessi asked about you before, she was wondering where you were” Beth giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Did she?” you said, your heartbeat once again starting to increase, beth nodded at your words. You then decided you needed some alcohol in your body so you'd gain the confidence to actually talk to her.

“Leah, you want a couple shots?”

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After around 20 minutes of dancing  you started to feel lighter, not drunk since you wanted to remember everything tonight.

You then scanned the crowd, looking for a specific blonde through the hundreds of heads.

“Look who's finally here” you turn around at the familiar voice and smile.

“Hey, i was just looking for you actually” you said matter of factly as she smiles at you

“I've been wanting to dance with you” she said looking up and down at you

“Is that so?” you say smirking at her, liking how confident she's acting. She smiles at you and grabs your hand, pulling you into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Alessia starts screaming as ‘mr saxobeat’ starts playing,you laugh and start dancing with her, you watch how she dances, she looks good, really good, the way the simple black dress hugs her curves is driving you crazy, the disco lights shine on her skin, making her glow, you look at her in awe.

You then step closer to her, she smiles at you and grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her waist, you pull your bodies together, moving to the beat of the music, her arms go on your shoulders, your eyes not leaving each other, she lifts her drink in the air as you both sing along to the words of ‘she knows’, your fingers start tracing shapes on her waist and you feel her slightly shiver at your touch, you smirk at her and lean into her ear.

“You like that?” you whisper

“Shut up” she giggles, you then dig your fingers deeper into her waist, her laughing stopping as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck” she curses softly, you laugh through your nose and relax your fingers, rubbing your hands up and down her waist trying to calm her down.

“Don't wanna move too fast now hm?” you whisper looking into her hooded eyes.

“Hmm yeah, let's take it slow” she smirks,her eyes locked on yours as she slots her leg between both of yours, putting slight pressure on your core, you let out a low groan.

“Oh fuck you” you laugh as she removes her leg. She giggles and creates some space between both of you.

“Let's go find lotte” Alessia suggests, you nod agreeing and let her hold your wrist, pulling you through the crowd.

It's gonna be a long night.

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a/n:

soso sorry for the lack of fics, ive been quite busy and tbh ive had 0 motivation, please feel free to drop some requests ( i rly need some lol) or just any random questions :)

part 2 coming soon! xx

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hellow, i realized that i made so much of Omen, so, here is my favs the fokin agents. HC!!!! (neutral, bc, lets be realist, most of them are toxic). Is gonna be about the dificulties of dating the agents.

also there is gonna be (i guess) a lot of mistakes, so please forgive and make blind eye and just enjoy :p

cc: Reyna, Omen, Sage n sova

WHAT KIND OF PARTNER THEY ARE?? HUH?

REYNA

She is actually really nice, kind of would destroy most of the things for the ones she really loves. Not use to get emotional conections, and if she does are really important, so, a betrayall would kill any chance of comeback (Like cheating, disrespect of boundaries, lies and stuff). Her emotional and close relationship are realy important to her, so, if something bad happened to you it would worry and scare the shit out of her, and for that she use to be really protective, and in cases, even toxic -"Why are you going out at this hour?" "you didn´t tell me!"- so if you are a "spirit" free dude, belive me, this is not gonna be the most compatible realtionship.

Whit time and trust, she gonna be more chill about it, like when your parents accept that you are not a child and start to let you date, and even drink, so she won´t be weird and that worry about your well-being, she only want one thing: a text from time on time saying that you are okay, that´s all. Reyna already have lost so many people, she can´t risk loosing you too.

OMEN

He is usually really down on himself, most insecure and distant. there is almost no diference between being his friend at being his lover, so please, patiente! Most of the figths are for not comunicate what he feels and that gonna be the biggest issue on the relationship, he doesn´t know how really say how he feel, so he just gonna feel lost on his own issues and want to do all for himself, going distant and even trating you poorly when he feels down (thing that ofc is wrong)

the only solution is time, he want time for process all of his trauma and lack of memories, and you would need time to process of how traumatized he is. If you really want to keep him by your side it gonna required a lot of comunication and silence, sometimes the silence is better than the deaf words, he want that, not empty words. He gonna be kniting and thinking, leeting the stress out, and you? by his side doing something by your own. Understand the others need gonna be the damn key, and he really NEED to feel like you understand.

SAGE

She doesn´t have time for a relationship, the kind of girl that feels like a busy billionaire because is IMPOSIBLE that every day of her damn week is already fully whit a activity of vital importance, belive me, having these kinds of relation ship is tiring. At the start gonna feel like -"Okay, she is bussy, no problem" but then??? it gonna feel like she is not putting enough effort, even if she is trying, she don´t gonna be able to give you the time a realtionship need, almost like being single 3 weeks per.month

There is no solution, job is job, and whit the monasterio and protocol, damn.

SOVA

Bussy, bussy bussy (haha pussy), he usually want to be free of the work, but is his only financial income and he doens´t want to think on his personal stuff, so he usually hide himselft on it. The main problem is not when he is out, he is attentive, text you, send you pics when he can, and try to be in your arms all the time he can, but when he is you he have almost 10% batery on, only craving sleep, cuddling and being spoiled, sound cute, but when is always like that is usaully tiring and feel like you are his nany more than a partner, and this can lead to figths, figths that he would feel like invalid or overreacting, and that word gonna piss you off.

This could lead to a break up or a main inconvenience that yes or YES gotta be talked deeply, but guess, OH! he is to tired for argue.

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Platonic Yan!Tony Stark headcanons:

First post, very nervous </3.

(Request are open btw!!)

I've seen him called a mother hen multiple times but it's definitely amplified here.

-He's always wondering about the what-ifs and, as an important part of his life, most will be centred around you.

-Even small things like not wearing a coat when it’s cold will probably mess up his heart even further (please put one on, for his sake).

-Tech will be made in your honour because 'you never know'.

-And, as for giving it to you, I think it would go two ways:

-Straight-up giving it to you as a gift (pretty casually for him).

-Or leaving it really obviously somewhere and when you ask about it he acts all casual like he didn't spend the last week on it.

-In either of these scenarios he would be impatiently waiting for you to praise him.

-Like you're looking at it and he's making his usual quips while internally dying in suspense.

-He lives off your approval even if he'd never admit it.

-Any sort of positive reaction to him or his work would lift his mood for the rest of the day (though it may indirectly encourage him to work instead of living to get that same reaction).

This is probably obvious but mf would definitely stalk you online.

-Like, the tech isn't just for you, he isn't that selfless.

-Its a way to monitor you:)

-The Stark phone is tracking you 24/7 and reading/watching everything you're doing.

-There's a screen in his lab just for your activity and JARVIS is on alert in case he misses anything (which is kinda hard when he's glancing at it every 2 seconds but the lack of sleep catches up sometimes).

Just like his constant seek of approval, he wants to constantly be in your life and know everything about you (other reason why his inventions are handy).

-Knowing everything allows him to feel comfortable and increases the chances of you actually liking him (or at least, that’s his logic), and it’s the same for being around you 24/7 (though it also helps his paranoia, that he will be there to protect you if anything happens).

-He'd play nice with your parents (lowkey reluctantly) , teachers, background check all your friends, anything to keep himself involved and in the loop surrounding you.

(He definitely has a whole terabyte or more of information about you with a lot of security measures just in case anyone finds it).

I think due to his upbringing (yk, not having a good dad lol) he would compliment you often.

-He's not an overall affectionate guy so it would probably be the subtle 'good work' or pat on the shoulder but he'll try at least.

-That's why he normally goes with gifts- whether tech like mentioned before or anonymously paying for any subscriptions, bills, etc.

You not liking him for any reason would crush his soul.

-He overthinks everything, to the point where if you forget to say hello to him or something he'd convinced he's done something wrong.

-He knows self-loathing isn't good and he's reading too much into it, but it doesn't help when all he can think about is yet another person leaving.

-He'll play it off ofc but he'll be searching for ages trying to find any more clues for your behaviour.

-He isn't good at comforting so, if you’re in any sort of negative mood, he'll make more jokes, drop in a few not very subtle 'you can talk about anything to me', just anything to try and get you happy once again.

-If you're happy, you'll want to be near him and that makes him happy in return.

-In his mind, its a fair deal.

Although impulsive, he’s self aware.

-He knows his behaviour is strange to say the least, but he basically gaslights himself into believing it’s the best choice.

-Like, you fall over once? Well, that wouldn’t have happened if he was your guardian.

-I don’t think kidnapping would happen unless you get put into serious danger which he then believes warrants keeping you ‘safe’ in the tower, or he overreacts to a trivial thing (he’s in his mother henning mood), decides enough is enough, and then realises what he’s done an hour later and now has to live with the consequences.

Overall, he’s a paranoid, approval-seeking, obsessive silly little guy :)