#to get used to a new person. it's stressful.

[xo-codbby]

thinking about playboy!ghost x manhater!reader 🍒🖤

callsign: cherry. 18+

you loved your team but the truth remained the same, men simply sucked. too many times had you been burnt out, learning constant lessons over and over preferring to know someone properly before you introduced them to your bed. while ghost was just purely physical, just needing release. he didn't want to engage in deep conversation, he swore off of love years ago but there wasn't harm in chasing gratification for his physical needs even if he left a string of broken hearts behind him

ghost is cocky in the fact that he knows he looks good, he knows he has women at his disposable without saying a word. his bed warmed by frequent visitors, many wanting to come back but not getting the chance to. a soft scoff leaving your lips whenever you see a woman hanging onto his arm, practically lapping at his every word. the sight makes you recoil away but it only makes him want to aggravate you that much more

absolutely hating one another when you both first met.

according to him, you were too stuck up. your terrible attitude, your prudish behaviour, little miss know it all. he disliked it all and you had been the same, his arrogant cocky personality paired with his unbearable sarcasm. just another womaniser. you disliked him more than words could explain.

and yet the line between hate and love was a fine line indeed

getting teased around base relentlessly by him

"c'mere cherry, let me show you how to let off some steam-" "fuck right off"

ghost constantly offering you a quick lay whenever the team finished up a particularly stressful mission. gaz and soap chuckling at the snark you gave back, the only one to your defence was price offering a gentle hand and a stern look to ghost who rolled his eyes

but him getting so jealous when you get the attention of another man, when he sees you talking to someone else around the barracks it felt different. it felt intimate, too close for his liking. and with some forceful persuasion from price, he found out the new sergeant had taken a liking to you. and regrettably, you were starting to feel something for him too. he doesn't know why it pisses him off so much but he'll be damned if he doesn't wreak hell on the bastard

his absolute favourite way to piss you off is inviting a woman to his bed, making her scream and moan out his name as loud as he can,

"that's all y'can do f'me? louder doll, lemme hear just how good it feels"

as he's thrusting so deep into her cunt but it doesn't feel the same like it used to. he won't be able to cum until he's imagining your face, imagining the pretty sounds he'd coax from your lips.

how his cock would throb deep into your willing pussy, how he'd rub the tip of aching cock against your entrance relishing in the way you squeezed him so tightly. the very sight almost makes him groan out your name, even the thought of tasting your slick makes him shiver in anticipation.

and of course it's your room beside him, you're subjected to listening this woman's moans and how great he's making her feel. a warm feeling stirring deep between your legs but you refuse to engage in his stupidity cursing at him as you throw yet another book at the wall. the sounds only stir him on, competing with you who could make the loudest sounds.

it's only when price, again, yells out a sharp command from the depths of his room that it's silence once more

the next morning you're woken up by gaz and soap laughing and hooting at him, heading to the kitchen to see his dark brown eyes twinkle as he looks at you. he stands against the counter, a mug of tea in his hands. his balaclava pulled up over his nose while he eyes you up and down stalking your every move

"an' how'd you sleep, cherry?"

his voice is a hoarse rumble from having woken up, his cocky grin as he looks at you over. wondering if you had touched yourself to his sounds he let spill just for you, wondering whether you squeezed your legs tightly or grinded against the pillow for some relief

but your eyes roll and brows furrow, not wanting to entertain his bullshit. only offering a smartass comment as you look back at your phone. the very sight makes him want to pounce on you, to show you what you were missing

but say one day you get your heart broken and the feelings come head to head, piss drunk as you knock thrice on his door watching him open with a disgruntled look on his face

"bloody 'ell, y'gonna bash my door in-"

doesn't even get the words out before you've pulled him to your face and kissing him feverishly, the door slamming shut behind you both. but when you get to the bed, the alcohol and the heightened emotions lull you into a deep sleep as he sighs softly. looking around before setting you down and laying next to you. grumbling softly how you're lucky to be sleeping in his bed

he doesn't even have sex but he swears it's the most intimate he's ever been with someone

so playboy ghost, the man who would pay for ladies ubers so they wouldn't sleep in his personal space, the man who chose to fuck casually with no feeling, the man who swore off love altogether held you captive in his arms snuggling into you.

the very man who broke the vow he made not to ever get entangled with emotions had clung to you like you were his lifeline in a torrential sea and you had escaped his clutches like a thief in the night like he had done so many times to others. and perhaps if he wasn't so heartbroken he might've laughed at the irony of the situation, what comes around goes around

[jupiter-va]

COME BACK 😭😭😭

Wanted to use this to say that things are pretty bad right now - I swear the minute I get my shit together things go wrong lmao. It's nothing personal necessarily - I'm not sick, and I'm safe for now. Hell, my new mic came, but I'm southern, y'all know this. I have been actively watching parts of my state be obliterated by the storm (Hurricane Helene) and watching it get closer is stressing me the fuck out especially when It's been raining like Hell for days where I am - like to the point where I can barely hear myself think. I have family that live in Florida and Appalachia and other parts of my state where people's houses are being swept away by flooding and I haven't been able to contact some of them at all and I'm currently in a state of just trying to avoid it and not freak out.

I'll try to keep you guys updated, but I can't actively prioritize my audios right now with that state of things where I am

[nqueso-emergency]

short time jump, bucktommy dating for a short time: obviously the relationship isn’t important !!!! bucktommy bones !!!!

not super long time jump (in comparison to season 3-4, or perhaps 6-7, the time jump there is confusing), but still some good 3 months that put BuckTommy to have been dating for 5-6 months at least (max you can push is 4, but i think it’s 5-6): oliver and tim said the relationship is still new !!!! they are still getting to know each other !!!! bucktommy bones !!!!

you cannot win with them fr. everything they’ll twist to fit their narrative. breaking news, after six months with busy jobs and stressful personal situations, it’s not surprising to being in the phase of getting to know each other. hell, six normal months is also a good time to still get to know each other. to truly know each other AND how you are as a couple you need time.

i truly don’t care if someone met and knew everything about their partner in a span of 2 months, simply because i don’t believe it. because it’s impossible. but perhaps it’s better if we clarify:

getting to know each other ≠ knowing each other’s favorite film, or color, or what they want to do to chill. that’s ’superficial’

getting to know each other on a deeper level, and as a partnership, involves more than that. it involves how your partner deals with tough situations, it involves understand the relationship they might have with their family, it involves their little habits that not even they realize they have. it involves learning their routine and blending it with your own.

and none of that you do in two, four, or six months.

also small note: buck and tommy became a couple almost immediately after meeting each other. between the rescue, the tour, and buck starting to feel jealous, only 2 weeks passed. he only saw tommy once between the tour and kissing, and it’s not like they were having a chat during the basketball game. hell, they SAY during 705 they don’t know much about each other.

that’s their whole thing!! what made that scene incredibly cute!! they want to get to know each other better - but they’re doing so as a couple already. they weren’t friends/friendly before like madney or bathena were. hence their dynamic obviously won’t be the same.

idk. i think people tend to exaggerate how long six months are. in the grand scheme of things, six months is barely anything.

Marry me, anon. Your logic will see us through anything

[pretty-blkgirl]

Soul’s Desire [Ch. 18]

-Masterlist-

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Six hours. Your mom kept you on the phone for six whole hours. You promised to call her when you left practice, so you did. It was 10 PM for you, and maybe 8 AM for her, she answered and immediately asked why you waited so long to get back to her.

After apologizing for a little bit, she started to tell you about her birthday plans. You listened as you rode home, got in the house, and waltzed into your room. She started accusing you of not loving her when you tried to hang up quickly to take a shower, so you put the phone on speaker and took it in the bathroom.

At the two-hour mark, you made the mistake of dozing off. She was talking about her new boyfriend, again. You admittedly zoned out and then fell asleep, then woke up to her cursing you out.

At the four-hour mark, you told her you only had a few hours before you had to get up to go to work. She told you your career wasn’t as important as her.

At the six-hour mark, she told you that she was tired and needed a nap, you had three hours before you had to get up.

So you spent the entire day running off of 3 hours of sleep. You put on a tired smile for your interviews, tried to be funny for YouTube content, and yawned more times than appropriate in a meeting. The day ended at 9 PM, and you were off the next day, so you wanted to rush home.

You kept your phone off because you knew your mom would call you, and you refused to let her keep you up all night again.

On your way to the elevator, you heard a door open. Assuming it was JYP staff, you turned to the person and bowed to be polite. To your absolute horror, Bang Chan stood in front of you.

You were avoiding the guys, and you’re sure they knew that. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be around them, it was the fact that you had been hearing about how useless and stupid you were a lot more than usual.

You were used to your mother’s bullying, but ever since you physically removed yourself from her, she upped her antics. She was your only family, as she was an orphan and you never knew your father.

You held onto her because you wanted her approval, you wanted her to love you correctly, and you knew that.

The problem with trying to love your mother, however, was her doing her best to make sure you felt no one could love you.

“Hey Chris” You sigh, an exhausted smile playing on your lips.

“Hey y/nnie. Haven’t seen you in a while”

Guilt filled your chest, and you know he felt it because you didn’t even bother to suppress the bond.

“I’m sorry” Is all you say. What else can you do? You avoided them, your soulmates. You probably made them feel like shit, probably made them think you didn’t care enough. They probably hated you. You were rude, selfish, and everything else your mom said.

“Don’t apologize. You’ve been busy, yeah? The boys and I listened to your group’s album, it was so good”

Your smile grew a little, symbol aside, you admired Stray Kids. They were one of the best, and for Chan of all people to compliment your music, made you feel a little better.

“Thank you, we worked hard”

“I can tell. I’m excited for what else you guys are gonna do”

His cute dimples were poking out his cheeks. You hated how much you adored him. You didn’t even know him that well, and he didn’t know you. So why are your knees going a little weak whenever he stares into your eyes? Why is he looking at you like he cares? Like he wants to know what’s been going on?

“Thank you, see you around”

You try to leave, but he calls you back. You knew he was going to do that, and you knew you were gonna stop in your tracks and turn back around to face him.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping,” He says, “But is everything okay? I know you’re probably stressed out because of the debut and everything but you look a little…off?”

You don’t say anything, just get a weird feeling in your chest.

“You also haven’t been talking to us and that's okay! We understand. We’re completely fine with giving you space and, the guys and I talked and we said we weren’t gonna try to confront you or anything but I just can’t let you walk out of here without making sure you’re alright. So, are you okay?”

Again, no words. Your members, your manager, and even some staff had been asking you that same question every single day. You had no problem looking them in the eyes and saying yes. But, for whatever reason, you can’t lie to Chan.

It could be because you’re not doing well, or maybe it’s because you know he can feel your sadness building up, but you choose not to lie.

“No” You shrug. Tears seem to immediately start falling. Chan wastes no time grabbing your arm and gently leading you to his studio.

You started to sob once the door closed. Chan jumped into action quickly, hugging you and keeping you from falling to the floor.

He sat you down on the couch, his arms still wrapped around you, rocking side to side as you cried into his chest.

Not once did he ask the specifics of what happened, because he knew you didn’t want to talk about it.

Thirty minutes of crying later, you were sniffling into his damp shirt.

“I messed up your shirt,” you say loud enough for him to hear

“Fuck this shirt,” he says back, making you laugh for the first time in a while

He wouldn’t let you apologize for crying, even though you kept trying to.

“Y/n don’t you ever apologize for being vulnerable in front of me. I’m always gonna be here for you, I want you to know that”

You didn’t wanna go home that night, you just felt like you’d somehow end up calling your mom and crying more.

So, you asked Chan if you could crash at his place, and you barely got the sentence out before he agreed.

You texted your members your whereabouts, and after several childish jokes, they wished you goodnight.

Chan texted I.N. (who seemed both confused and thrilled you were spending the night).

The car ride to his complex was short, and the elevator ride to his door was even shorter. I.N. greeted you both at the door, and you don’t know why, but you asked if you could hug him, and he answered by pulling you into his embrace.

Chan wouldn’t let you sleep on the couch, so you agreed to sleep in his room while he slept in I.N.’s room.

I.N. gave you an old pair of shorts and a shirt he had for you to sleep in. You could tell he liked the sight of you in his clothes by the blush creeping up his neck when you walked out of the bathroom.

You asked Chan if they had any schedules the next day. They did but they were early, so he told you that you were more than welcome to stay at their place until you were ready to go home.

Before you left them to go to bed, you suggested a nice dinner with the rest of the members tomorrow.

You were gonna talk to them about your absence because you felt like you owed them that.

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make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face

A fic by localopa on AO3 | @voulezloux on Tumblr

25k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

things could be worse. harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. but surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?

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More, More, More

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

BLFF Prompt 216: 1980s AU. Harry is a singer and Louis is a groupie that Harry sleeps with. He becomes Harry’s inspiration for writing Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.

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.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- (I Love You)

A fic by emmli28 on AO3 | @emmli28 on Twitter

27k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis and Harry have been friends since they were children and Louis has had a crush on Harry for as long as he can remember. At a young age Louis learned how to say I love you in morse code and has used it to profess his love for Harry ever since. He has gifted him bracelets with the code, drawn it on his skin and tapped it into his body. Every time Harry has asked, Louis has just shrugged it off, unable to voice his true feelings. Louis and Harry are now moving to different cities for university and they won't be able to see each other every day, like they are used to. Will their friendship stand the test and will Louis ever be able to tell Harry how he feels?

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Upon the Plot Where I Took My Eternal Residence

A fic by daydreamlwts on AO3 | @daydreamlwts on Twitter

6k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 39- Louis gets into a car accident in the middle of nowhere and Harry, who lives in the middle of nowhere, finds and helps him.

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all you're dreaming of

A fic by orleelou on AO3 | @orleelou on Tumblr | @orleelou on Twitter

61k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

In hindsight Louis should know there would be only one bed in the older man's room. It was a small inn attached to a pub downstairs, he should know. And it wasn’t a king sized bed where both of them could stay in their respective place without touching each other until the sun rose. The double bed was staring at Louis, taunting him and judging him for spending a night with clearly someone’s father who probably had children around his age.

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Fly Me To Places I've Never Been

A fic by BoosBabycakes on AO3 | @boosbabycakes28 on Tumblr | @BoosBabycakes28 on Twitter

47k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The plane is finally stabilized in the air, unfortunately Louis’ stress isn’t, anxiety and panic bubbling inside of him. All he can think about is how he is going to survive the longest flight of his life. He puts his airpods in, starts whatever playlist he prepared for the flight on shuffle while he is still embarrassingly hyperventilating. He closes his eyes, clutching onto his hoodie like his life depends on it when he feels a finger gently poking at his shoulder. He opens his eyes, taking one of his airpods off to hear a deep whisper, “Are you- Are you alright?” The voice is laced with worry. “You’re kind of scaring me. Are you afraid of flights?” The stranger seems genuinely concerned and it makes Louis want to cry even more. He doesn’t reply, simply shakes his head and thinks for a moment. Nothing can really get any worse at the moment so he grabs his phone from his lap, opens his note app and types, ‘MY EX IS SITTING BEHIND US WITH HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND’ . or The one where Louis’ ex ends up sitting right behind him with his new girlfriend on his flight back to Los Angeles, and the beautiful stranger next to him has an unexpected idea to help him get through the next five hours.

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a dream awaits in aisle number two

A fic by anditsonlyforthebrave on AO3 | @HARRYSC1NEMA on Twitter

6k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Hello, Louis,” the taller guy says, “looking as heavenly as ever” he comments, and Louis smiles. Definitely drunk, he thinks. “Had a fun night?” he asks, and Harry shrugs, “Niall’s cousin is visiting us for the week, and he bought us a bit too much to drink. How are you, Louis?” “Very tired, I can’t wait to sit down.” The next sentence that leaves Harry’s mouth leaves Louis speechless for multiple reasons. Or... Louis works nights in the local grocery store and has a silly little crush. Harry is a bit awkward, but it's not a coincidence that he as a silly little crush as well also known as prompt 159.

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Kiwi - It's your business!

A fic by Blue_Green28 on AO3 | @bluegreen28fics on Tumblr | @_blue_green28 on Twitter

23k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When ex-boybander Louis Tomlinson asks newcomer Harry Styles to be his support act for the next leg of his tour, he has no idea that he will gain more than just a support act. or, the one with the banter on tour

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Love is red and it looks so good on you

A fic by DaxitaIsDaydreaming on AO3 | @DaxitasDaydrmng on Twitter

12k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Mummy and Daddy love us, so they will love anything we do for them.” She turned to look at her twin and noticed that the doubt was still drawn in her gaze, so she proposed, “Look, you are closer to Daddy, you like Daddy's books and those things, so you will go to help Mum with his gift.” Dars nodded with a shy smile, so she continued, “Mummy loves me more and shares the things he likes with me, so I will go with Daddy.” “That’s not true, Mummy loves us equally,” she refuted with a slight pout. Mummy would be incapable of loving one more than the other. Right? “I don’t go around saying that Daddy loves me more than you.” “Because he doesn’t love you more than me,” she cut her off. Or the one where Louis and Harry's eighth anniversary is right around the corner and they don't have their gifts yet. But it's okay because their little alphas girls are ready to help them.

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Blue Nights

A fic by SilverStuff50 on AO3 | @silverstuff50 on Tumblr | @SilverStuff50 on Twitter

56k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis does what he needs to do to make ends meet, and if that means showing his body to make money, so be it, he'll use the gifts he's been given to keep him and his dad safe. When a mysterious benefactor starts to make demands on him, Louis has to question whether its the money or the man he's most tempted by.

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[sanijoys]

It’s you, and it’s still you

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A continuation of this one Part 1 This is Part 2

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He was given a chance in life.

He was given a chance to bring back Mount Hua to its former glory. To show to many that Mount Hua is still as strong as it was before. However, he would often think back before all this, before the fall of his home, when his Senior Sister was still alive.

Were you still alive to watch Mount Hua being destroyed during the war?

Did you cry when you heard your sisters and brothers all died during the war?

Did….did you cry when you heard about his death?

The thought of your griefing form from the news of your precious Mount Hua burns his heart painfully. He has caused you pain even after death, but he’s here now. He’ll make sure to do right this time. He’ll make sure to make you proud while you watch over him in the heavens.

He remembered that he made one last promise with you. The promise in which he would return to you. But he never returned. 

-

The sounds of leaves crunched echoed through the peaceful path, their color similar to sunrise and sunsets. A Mount Hua disciple, Chung Myung, walked through the path as he holds a flower, 茶花, with care. 

He walked, admiring the leaves that fell from their trees. He remembered how his Senior would take him and play with the leaves. Both of them would get scolded afterwards but that was one of thousands of fond memories he had with her.

‘I ponder,’ he stopped in front of a tomb, ‘Would you still continue to play with me when you were withering away, Senior Sister?’

Chung Myung kneeled in front of the tomb, replacing the wethiring flower with the new one. The tomb that was made for you after your passing years ago before he was given a chance. Each passing day (when he had time), he would come to visit. Talking about anything, his day, his frustrations with the younglings, and everything.

Although it helped him be less stressed (ironically), he still longed for your real voice. The one voice that would comfort him with each turmoil in his life.

“Senior Sister, why did you have to go?”

His usual bustrious voice became a soft whisper, his voice filled with yearning. The yearn for his beloved Senior Sister.

“Excuse me?”

A voice, a very familiar one that he has longed to hear for so long. Chung Myung stood up so fast to face the voice. His action startled the person. A young woman.

“A-ah! You, you startled me there..! Haha…” She laughed while she put her hand on her chest, to calm down her frightened heart.  

‘Ah,’ Chung Myung could feel his eyes swell, ‘How I missed that laugh….’

The woman looked up at Chung Myung, giving him a smile. He could feel his heartbeat run faster than normal, and his breath being taken away. That smile. That same smile that he has loved.

“My name is (name), I am a lone traveler,” she continued, “I heard that Mount Hua, the once fallen Blossom, has risen again. And…I wish to learn their martial arts. Are you perhaps one of their Disciples, sir?”

Chung Myung calmed himself, as he smiled, “Yes, I am.”

Her face gleamed, “Then would it be fine if I could join you back to where Mount Hua is, Um…”

“Chung Myung…..Call me Chung Myung, Sister.”

“Chung Myung,” she tried. He could feel his heart skip, “Nice to meet you, Chung Myung.”

“Yes…It is nice to meet you too, (name).”

It seems that the heavens have finally given him a gift after all his sacrifices. They have given him the most beautiful treasure that he has longed for so long.

Looking at you now, he could still see the traces of you from the past. 

Past and present.

It's you, and it’s still you.

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A/N: I am still alive just writer's block and I need more requests. Song being used to inspire this story is Lana Del Ray - Chemtrail Over The Country Club Word Count: 647

[rooksunday]

“they’re looking at me funny.”

thorn levelled a flat look at hound. thorn had a good line in flat looks, but unfortunately his latest effort went unappreciated, as hound’s attention remained locked on the occupants of a table at the other side of the mess.

thorn followed hound’s gaze and sighed. the shinies again.

he tapped the toe of hound’s boot beneath the table.

“eyes front, sergeant,” thorn said, the snap of command in his voice.

hound came to abrupt attention, only to immediately slump when he realised what thorn had done.

“that’s cheating!”

“stop sulking. you look like a tubie.”

hound exaggerated his pout and did something with his eyes that—

“are you trying to cry?” thorn asked, appalled and impressed at once.

“i saw a nattie kid get extra snacks after they started leaking from their face. what do you think, sir? second helping of rations for your favourite sergeant?”

thorn snorted. “i don’t think grizzer is hurting for snacks, do you?”

the massiff had the best fed stomach on base. possibly in the GAR.

hound laughed sharply, slapping his thigh, and flashed a grin that made his scars crinkle.

“i can’t even call you a no-fun shabuir for that one!”

“you can’t call me that anyway, sergeant,” thorn said drily, stressing the final word.

hound waved the reminder of their respective ranks away, his mouth already open—undoubtedly to receive his other foot—but his gaze again alighted on the shinies’ table and his expression soured. he hunched his shoulders and leant in. hound’s line were nearly as big as alphas, and hunching did very little to disguise his bulk, and was rendered entirely pointless by the armour piled on top.

“i don’t like them.”

thorn made his voice firm. uncompromising. “you don’t have to like them, but they’re fellow coruscant guards and you will respect them. understood?”

if hound chose to cause trouble, it would run through the ARF troopers like last taungsday’s meat, and from there the rest of the guard. personal dislikes could be borne. disrespect—disunity—would get them all killed.

vode an, and all that.

but to thorn’s relief—though not surprise—hound nodded. he’d been on coruscant as long as thorn, and he knew the dangers just as well.

“understood, sir. but…”

fierfiek.

“sergeant?”

hound chewed the inside of his lip, as if uncertain, but continued. “if they come near grizzer…”

thorn exhaled in relief. “grizzer and the massiffs are safe. they’re not… they’re not palatable. from what i understand. just—“

“just us.” hound brightened, bafflingly. “then that’s all right.”

“i will never understand you, hound.”

hound grinned. “that’s all right, too.”

thorn figured it would have to be.

a more resilient strain, the order had read. less complex nutrition requirements.

fox scoffed at his datapad. blood wasn’t difficult to acquire, sure, and certainly simple enough to store—especially fresh—but ‘less complex’ wouldn’t have been fox’s choice of terminology.

but then, he wasn’t a cold blooded shabuir longneck.

… did longnecks even have blood? maybe just saline. little wonder they weren’t bothered about the nutritional requirements of fox’s new shinies.

setting the datapad and his new orders aside, fox considered the new medic, attached to the two dozen shinies that kamino had delivered to coruscant. they were rangy, leaner than the standard model, and their eyes were a swallowing void. like they’d seen some osik despite never leaving kamino before.

fox knew that look from a thousand identical faces.

“you’re confident you can take care of this group, gristle? as well as any other patients that come through medbay. we can’t afford you to specialise exclusively, even with the new influx of staff,” fox cautioned.

gristle nodded smartly. “i’m trained in all aspects of clone care, sir.”

that phrasing was odd, but so was gristle. even in their short acquaintance, fox had noted that gristle seemed to view the world from behind a helmet, despite not wearing one; that distance in their eyes, the one step remove that medics needed while treating vode, but applied to existence at large. further to that, the reports from kamino were practically glowing. fox made a note for shiv to keep her single eye on gristle, and to count the scalpels at the end of each shift.

expensive things to replace, scalpels.

“very well. i look forward to working with you,” fox said, for lack of any reason not to. “cmo shiv will show you around. you can come to me with anything, at any time, understand? coruscant is a shabla posting but we’re all vode here.”

“all, sir?”

fox made his voice firm. “all.”

for the first time, gristle’s expression lightened. they quirked a lopsided smile, and nodded.

“understood, sir.”

the first time fox found a calendar item instructing him to medbay to ‘donate’ to the shinies, gristle reminded him of that conversation, wielding the memory like it was a weapon. or maybe armour, to defend themself with.

fox rolled up his sleeve without complaint. he flashed his fangs; they weren’t as sharp as the shinies’, but that just meant he’d had to be smarter about how he used them.

“all,” he repeated. vode kriffin’ an.

the first time one of the shinies—they couldn’t really call them that anymore, but the preternatural gleam had yet to fade—had ripped through a threat to the senate, fangs and claws bared, innards and outards splattered over their armour, fox had grinned all the way through dictating his report, both arms occupied with donations.

when the shinies tore palpatine apart, led by thorn, who had gleamed like a knife since returning from scipio, fox liked to think the whole guard had contributed to the cause.

“and to think, you didn’t like them in the beginning,” he said to hound.

the gathered guard were watching the treason happen live over security holos, after calling a senate lockdown. stone had brought bangcorn. thire kept tossing it in the air and catching it in his mouth with obnoxious crunches.

hound shrugged. “i can admit when i’m wrong.”

“ha! you never— look at thorn go! he tore that raisin’s leg clean off!” fox cheered. he felt like a tubie.

gristle grumbled and grabbed fox’s arm. “stop moving, sir. you’ll dislodge the needle.” they suddenly delivered a stern look at him, more fierce even than shiv’s. “you didn’t have any caf today, did you sir? it alters the flavour.”

thire nearly choked on his latest kernel, cackling too hard.

“you made fox give up caf? forget the shinies, gristle, what the kark did they put in your tube?” he asked, wheezing.

“commander fox has a commendable sense of duty, commander thire,” gristle said, primly.

fox helped himself to a handful of bangcorn and tried to ignore the headache behind his eyes. no one said revolution would be easy, but as he watched his feral shinies tear chancellor palpatine to pieces, he knew it was worth the sacrifice.

“vode an,” he said.

the room echoed the refrain.

it was a very good day.

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

I have sort of mixed feelings about the billboard fundraiser. On the one hand, I really respect the organizers for getting something like that up and running and it's heartening to see so much support for the show. On the other hand, I'm unsure how much the billboard will do towards persuading netflix or getting new viewers (new viewership is imo the best shot we have, honestly), and there's so many other causes that would benefit from donations right now. I've been happy to invest my time in the renewal campaign, but since money is a much more limited resource for me atm I don't feel like I can in good faith give money (and I know I won't be like, shamed for that or anything and it's fine, but I don't really want to encourage others to give to the billboard over other causes, either...)

Personally, internally, the renewal campaign walks a line between a justified fight for unique LGBT stories and an unjustified amount of time spent on a TV show when there is so much else happening in the world. I try and keep a good balance, especially since engaging with DBD stuff generally feels positive and fun, while other things cause stress and worry, and I don't want to burn myself out with the other stuff. But I think maybe the billboard tips me the wrong way towards giving too much to a TV show over other things (and there really are so many "other things," between Palestine and Ukraine and Sudan and Lebanon, not to mention all the various political fires in the US...)

However I do think it's nice that extra funds will go to an LGBT+ charity. It seems like the billboard will be funded quickly (it's almost halfway at the time of writing, less than 24h after launch), so hopefully lots of money will go to the charity, too. After this, though, I sort of hope we don't do another one, unless this one has a REALLY big impact on viewership/renewal campaign support. I feel like our energy could be better directed elsewhere.

I also hope that once the renewal campaign is over (with season(s) 2+, naturally) we can direct this energy we have towards other causes. We've clearly proven ourselves capable as a fandom of pretty large-scale organization and fundraising, and I'd love to see that continue. It makes me really happy and proud to be a part of fandom when we have positive impacts out in the world. Or, maybe it doesn't even have to be after the renewal campaign. Winter is a big giving season... maybe I'll see about organizing something (a bit later, though. There's sort of a lot happening in October).

Anyway, just needed to get this off my chest. Much love to everyone regardless of how you feel about it.

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[marvelsmylife]

Pushin' You Away

Pairing: Dain Aetos x reader

“I'm sorry for hurting you...for pushing you away...for ever making you feel unwanted when you're the only person I've ever loved”

- King of Wrath

Plot: after two years together, Dain starts pushing you away, causing you to get closer to Violet and her friends.

A/n as you can tell I am starting to write about Dain. If you have any requests be sure to send them in

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Dain knew what he was doing to you was wrong, but he told himself that it was for the best. After two years together he was distancing himself from you and making excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out. You chalked it up to him being stressed from being a wing leader, but you would catch him joking with his friends.

You tried to talk to him about what was happening but Dain always brushed you off or gaslighted you into thinking nothing was wrong. Finally getting the hint that he didn’t want to be around you anymore, you stopped seeking him out. You opted to spend your time helping train the new cadets and started helping out Violet and her friends. Slowly you started smiling and started to become your radiant self again.

Ironically, the moment you stopped trying with Dain was the moment he started regretting his decision to push you away. He would watch from a distance as you became more cheerful and talkative with the new friends you made. Since you and Dain started dating almost immediately after arriving at Basgiath, you didn’t make a lot of friends. Unfortunately, the friends you did manage to get ended up getting killed throughout the years. Now, he’s watching as fellow cadets gravitated towards you or sought you out for school advice.

Dain would be lying if he said watching other people have your undivided attention wasn’t affecting him. He would silently curse anyone who would talk to you about anything and everything. Since people pieced together that you and Dain weren’t together anymore, guys would openly flirt with you and ask you out on dates. Dain would have a smirk plastered on his face when you would turn them down every time. A small part of him hoped that it was because you still had feelings for him.

That soon changed once Aaric Greycastle started flirting with you and you started flirting back. Dain would glare as he watched how close you and Aaric were becoming and would try to insert him between the two of you. Everyone would look at Dain confused because it was known that you two were broken up. That didn’t stop Dain from trying to stop whatever was possibly happening between you and Aaric.

Because of that, you pulled Dain aside and confronted him about his actions, “Why are you doing this to me. I just got over you and all the pain you’ve caused me by ignoring and pushing me away. Let me be happy for once,” you cried as tears cascaded down your face.

Dain’s heart broke into a million pieces as he watched you cry because of him. He didn’t realize just how bad his actions were affecting you. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time and stop himself from pushing you away, “I'm sorry for hurting you...for pushing you away...for ever making you feel unwanted when you're the only person I've ever loved.”

Through tears, you asked the question that’s been haunting you for the past few weeks: “I just want to know why. Why did you destroy us? I was willing to do anything for you but you just tossed me aside as if I was nothing.”

Your question hung in the air as Dain tried to find a way to answer the question. Because in reality, he didn’t have a good reason for his actions. You were the perfect girlfriend, but just because he got promoted to wing leader, he thought letting you go was the right decision. “I don't know,” Dain answered honestly, “but not a day goes by where I don’t regret what I’ve done. You were the best thing to ever happen to me and I know this is selfish of me to ask, but please, please give me a second chance. I can’t live without you by my side.”

Fresh tears started running down your cheeks at Dain’s words. Every fiber of your body was telling you to say no, that he hurt you too much to be given a second chance. Your heart, on the other hand, was telling you to give him a second chance. That he was your first love and that everyone deserves a second chance. “I want to give you a second chance, I do,” you started, “but how do I know you won’t hurt me again? You annihilated my trust in you.”

Dain started to tear up at your words. He knew you were right and that he was a fool for thinking you would give him a second chance immediately. “Let me rebuild your trust,” Dain pleaded, “we don’t have to be anything right now. Let me rebuild your trust back by being just friends and go from there. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You would be ok just being friends?” you asked, skepticism laced in your voice.

“I don’t like the idea,” Dain admitted, “but if it means having you in my life again and possibly getting back together in the future, I will take it.”

You let out a shaky breath before extending your hand out and replying, “ok, friends.”

“Friends,” Dain repeated. Right as you were about to pull your hand away, Dain engulfed you in a hug, “I’ll wait however long it takes for you to come back to me.”

You knew you should pull away and scold Dain for what he said, but you didn’t. Because being in his arms again felt good. Because it felt like you were home again.

[isnt-it-too-dreamy]

why does it have to be so fucking awkward to get to know new people :|

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[moeblob]

I am really tired of a situation rn.

[ef-1]

some of you are so stupid <3

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[danielnelsen]

update: peach is doing very well!! she's eating and sleeping normally (sleeping more than normal, really, but that's to be expected)!! after 3 days of not sleeping and a few changes in painkillers, she finally just napped for an hr then, after another day, slept through the whole night (and most of the next day). she's started following all her usual routines again and is very keen to eat! still on some painkillers, but they're not having any horrific side effects anymore

now that im not staying up to keep an eye on her all night (while also dealing with upgrading my computer and my phone and also my sister preparing to go overseas and the dogs barking and howling constantly due to all of the above), i finally got some decent sleep too and slept for about 14 hrs. so today ive got that weird shakiness that i get from sleeping too much, but hey it's better than the whole of the last week

[tj-crochets]

I want to be working on making the goat in a dress but I am recovering from a moderate allergic reaction and should sit still for a bit, so instead, please send me asks about sewing or crocheting! Or ask for pattern links if there's anything in particular you are looking to make, I love finding plushie patterns