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muffinlance · 2 years

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Kidnapped Zuko? Rescued by Gaang who dont know who he is and he has to hide his identity.

Okay, so. There’s already a teenager down in Commander Muttonchop’s brig. This fact is so far past concerning it’s wrapped around to let’s-not-think-too-hard-about-this hilarity, and Sokka finds himself grinning, and offering the guy a good ol’ fashioned Water Tribe wrist shake through the bars. They’re neighbors, after all.

“Hello, Fellow Prisoner. What are you in for?”

“I, uh,” says Fellow Prisoner, who is clearly undersocialized from his time in here. He’s looking a little grimy around the edges of his all-black outfit, and the bruises on him have had time to get newer, fresher bruises on top, which is just. That is all kinds of reassuring. Oh, and the giant fiery facial scar. Also reassuring. Though at least that one’s a few years old. So… inflicted when he was, what, Aang’s age?

So reassured, is feeling Sokka, for the Fire Nation’s upcoming hospitality.

“Uh,” repeats Fellow Prisoner, who is uncoiling a little in the direction of Sokka’s offered hand. As if Sokka was trying to coax him out, and hadn’t just sort of forgotten he was holding it there while his thoughts were doing their downward spiral. But hey, one man’s desperate attempts to keep his cool were another man’s offer of friendship. Fellow Prisoner grasped his wrist and shook it, in both the most technically correct and least experienced Water Tribe wrist clasp Sokka has ever experienced.

“Zhao thinks I was stealing military correspondence,” the guy says.

“Were you stealing military correspondence?” asks Sokka.

“Only his,” scowls Fellow Prisoner, to whom Sokka takes an immediate liking. “...What did you do? To get arrested. But not killed. He doesn’t usually…”

So, so reassured.

“Oh, you know,” Sokka says, continuing to shake wrists, because it is becoming clear that Fellow Prisoner has no idea how long this is supposed to last and Sokka isn't going to be the one to stop him. “The usual. Found the Avatar. Became traveling companions. Got captured doing something definitely heroic that did not in anyway involve excessive screaming of an unmanly pitch.”

“...The Avatar?” says Fellow Prisoner, who clearly knows how to focus on the important points.

“I’m bait,” says Sokka.

“For the Avatar.”

To be fair, Sokka is still a little stuck on that point, too. It’s been a few weeks, but he still wakes up too-hot in the night and wondering why the stars above him aren’t quite right.

“Yep,” he confirms.

Fellow Prisoner’s face does a thing. A sort of processing, processing, processing thing that involves progressively more scowling. “The Avatar left you? I knew the old man must be a coward.”

“So,” Sokka says, “about that.”

Fellow Prisoner drinks up Sokka’s story like a man who’s spent three years in a desert searching for water.

- - -

(It’s been two and half years.)

- - -

Their escape involves a significantly higher swords-to-escapees ratio than Sokka had anticipated, which is distractingly epic.

Also, the last-minute bison save is both the stupidest thing his little sister could have possibly done and very welcome, which means that Sokka is going to catch his breath and let some of his adrenaline fade before channeling his inner Gran-Gran for a lecture.

Fellow Prisoner sheaths both his swords. And kind of stares, rather than sitting down, so Sokka pulls him over before the bison turbulence (read: catapult dodging) can do the job. This does nothing to interrupt the staring.

“Hi,” says Aang, looking back from Appa’s head. “I’m Aang! What’s your name?”

“...Li?”

Under the sunlight, Fellow Prisoner’s eyes glint gold. He is… very Fire Nation-y looking, now that there is enough light to see him. And he is warmer against Sokka’s side than anyone not feverish should be, even in the ridiculous heat these northerners call ‘winter’.

“Are you a firebender?” asks Aang, like that question hasn’t spent decades earning its status as an insult.

“Uh,” says Li.

“Great!” says Aang, who has already figured out Li-speak. “I need a teacher!”

On the deck below them, Zhao has gone from shouting to laughing.

Sokka continues to be reassured.

#Zuko: I will definitely not ruin this for myself #also Zuko: *immediately gets declared a traitor to his nation AND burns bridges with the Gaang*#Sokka: oh my god he's literally a hot idiot #And There Was Only One Braincell #this doesn't have to be Zukka but boy did I want to use that tag #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Fellow Prisoner Li #ficlet

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jobskingdom · 2 years

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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Insufferable (Crosshair x Fem!Reader 18+)

Summary: After you and Cross have an argument, he takes care of himself in the shower and he can't stand it.

Word Count: 1064

Warnings: Masturbation (M), Gags, Jealous!Crosshair, pissed off!Crosshair

A/N: Still getting the hang of writing and am scared to do anything with a lot of long form dialogue because its HARD so have some self indulgent Crosshair Smut while I work my way up to longer fics. Please tell me if this is garbage lmao i want to improve

Also pls send in some Crosshair requests! I'm really keen to write for the community otherwise this blog is going to devolve into really derange self indulgent kinks lmao

Sitting down in The Batch’s barracks after yet another successful mission, the topic of conversation shifted to the competition that Wrecker and Crosshair had every time they engaged with separatist forces. Crosshair was sulking, which was not unusual when you two were in the same room together, you were constantly bickering with one another, sending teasing and oftentimes scathing remarks back and forth trying to get a rise out of one another. Tonight, however it was compounded by the fact that he lost their little contest by a rather large margin.

“Well maybe you would have won if you were actually in the fight with your brothers instead of hiding up on that ridge. But Wrecker won this round fair and square.” You smirk over at the grumpy sniper as you finish up your routine post mission check up of the squad’s vitals. You were rarely needed to provide any actual medical assistance, but you were there to ensure that the Kaminoan’s premier squad was kept in good health in between long stints off-world.

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about being in the field, there is a lot more to it than you think, maybe try going out onto the front lines before you tell me I’m not doing enough, before you tell me I’m hiding” Crosshair bites out at you, removing the toothpick from between his lips and flicking it off to the side, earning him a chiding look from Hunter as it lands on the floor.

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call being a sniper up on a hill away from all the action ‘the front lines’ but whatever makes you feel better about losing Cross” You give him a sickeningly sweet smile as you input the Batch’s vitals into your datapad preparing to retreat to your own quarters for the night. You didn't mean it, the other boys knew you didn't mean it, but he always took the bait and getting a rise out of him was just so fun.

Glaring at you, Crosshair stood up and retreated into the refresher of the Batch’s barracks, grumbling various curses under his breath as he went. When the door closed behind him you turn to Hunter; “Too much?” you ask standing and walking towards the door to their barracks.

“Nah, he’s always dishing out way worse, needs to learn how to take it too” Hunter chuckles as he walks you to the door, he and the rest of the batch wishing you a good night as you turn and head towards the medbay to update their files before turning in for the night.

Closing the ‘fresher door he takes a deep breath his body betraying him as his concealed cock throbs against the hard plastoid of his codpiece. He begins ridding himself of his armour, letting each piece clatter unceremoniously to the floor with a dull thud. Looking down to his traitorous biology he turned on the water, determined to have a cold shower and get you out of his head. Even if you would never know, he wasn’t going to let you have any power over him as he stands under the icy spray.

You were so utterly annoying, always sending cutting remarks his way, always trying to get under his skin, always trying to one up him. For a lousy doctor who had never seen the front lines you had an awful lot to say about how he and his brothers did their job.

So why couldn’t he get you out of his head? Why did your stupid fucking smirk make him want to tear your clothes off and shove his aching length into your cunt? Why did every back and forth send blood rushing south, ruining his resolve? He hated you… right?

Sighing and closing his eyes he tries to think about anything else to will his erection away, but you would not leave his mind’s eye. You were insufferable, a know it all, absolutely unbearable but also… exactly Crosshair’s type, quick witted, didn’t shy away from his abrasive personality and to top it all off you were gorgeous. Your uniform, while unflattering on most people, hugged your body in all the right ways, accentuating your curves and making you, at least in Crosshair’s eyes, utterly irresistible.

With a resigned sigh, his hand wanders down to his still rock hard, weeping cock. Now angrier with himself than you he begins running his hand along his shaft, thumbing his slit he releases a low groan as he began picturing you in more and more vulgar positions. He imagined you here in the refresher with him, on your knees, mouth open and QUIET for once as he shoved his length in and out of your mouth working up the tempo until he was fucking your face, head of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you gagged around him, tears streaming from your eyes as you struggled to take his girth.

Letting out a choked moan as he continued to fuck his closed fist, he let his mind wander further, to bending you over his bunk in the barracks while his brothers were out doing maker knows what, panties shoved in your mouth to muffle your moans as his hips piston in and out of your soaked pussy. Fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise, making his bunk groan out in protest at the wild pace he set, he pictured your muffled whimpers and groans as you took everything that he would give you like a good little slut. Your muscles clenching around him as he grew ever closer to his own release.

He would let you speak only to beg him to let you cum, to beg for him to cum in your cunt, beg for him to claim you. Tell him that only he could give you what you wanted as he pounded into you. He would ruin you for other men. He knows for a fact you’ve fucked regs in the past and the thought made his blood boil. He could fuck you better than any reg ever could. He would leave his mark on your body and soul.

Vigorously stroking his aching length, he brought his hand up to his mouth as he neared his end, biting down as he sprayed the ‘fresher wall with his seed, wanting more than anything to paint your stupid annoying face with his spend as you looked up at him and thank him for his gracious gift.

You were insufferable…. But maybe he didn’t actually hate you.

#crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader smut #tbb crosshair smut #tbb smut #bad batch smut #bad batch x reader smut #the bad batch smut #tbb crosshair

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jarenka · 3 months

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So, it's just a silly episode where Anakin is jealous over a supposed Obi-Wan's lover, but I finally got to something relatively sexual in this fic. NSFW part is under the cut.

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If Anakin wanted to have a normal conversation with Obi-Wan in the room, not in the fresher, he needed to set up a jammer right now. That meant that he had to listen to a lot of sounds of dubious origin.

Expecting his computer to have tracking programs, Anakin connected Sanna's jammer to his personal datapad. All the bugs that ISB used were wireless, so a jammer could intercept the signal and change it to another one. The program written by Sanna generated a signal from pre-recorded sounds. Anakin downloaded from a very shady website a sound library for games called "Sex: M/F, M/M, F/F, other." He sighed and opened the first file in the "M/M moans" folder to select something suitable for his and Obi-Wan’s timbre. Anakin had no idea what Obi-Wan's voice sounded like when he moaned, and Anakin himself for the past twenty-five years only moaned in pain.

The voices in the first file sounded too high, as if there were two teenagers in a bed. He and Obi-Wan were grown men, and Anakin's voice still sounded hoarse after vocal cord surgery. They would...

It was hard to even think about. Not like Anakin found it disgusting —who would be disgusted by sex with Obi-Wan? — but it doesn't feel right. Back in the days when he was a young man married to Padme, or even padawan, he would never…

He wasn't a padawan, he wasn’t young by any means. He was an old man thinking about sex with another old man. His… former friend? Anakin didn't like that definition.

To distract himself, he turned on the following recording. Loud breathing and a low male moan filled the headphones. This voice was better. Anakin couldn’t help thinking that in reality during the sex Obi-Wan should tell something to his partner with his crisp Coruscanti accent. "Faster," "deeper”, something like that... Or maybe Obi-Wan is more talkative? Is he complimenting his partner? Says he's handsome? Praises him? Is he encouraging his partner to experiment, to do something they never did before?

Blood rushed to Anakin's face.

"I just need put some sounds in the program. Without words, just the sounds of sex and moaning," he told himself.

It didn't help.

He imagined Obi-Wan kissing some young man, fair-skinned and blond, their bodies intertwined, and Obi-Wan whispering to him: "You're so pretty... Your skin is so soft and delicate, it’s so easy to mark..." The man's delicate skin is already red from kisses and covered with bite marks. Obi-Wan lightly bites his nipple, and the man moans.

This picture, created from the beginning to the end only by his imagination, made Anakin wince. He didn't like the idea of Obi-Wan having sex with a stranger, but he probably went to dating bars on Carati to have a one night stand. If Anakin knows Obi-Wan at all, that's exactly what happened. He chose someone attractive and witty, like Obi-Wan himself. They drank wine and chatted, they listened to the ensemble playing in the bar, and then left for one of the rooms on the second floor. Anakin had never been to such establishments himself, but he had seen them in holodramas, and easily imagined Obi-Wan there. Who Obi-Wan was sleeping with for the last six months? Maybe he had a recurring partner?..

Anakin forced himself to finish the job.

After that he took a very long and very cold shower.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #post-rotj au

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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Okay, how about Din + surprise party + "aren't you my gift?" In which Din remembers readers' birthday and goes out of his way to do a little something for you in his ship with the child. Just you three. Maybe Din gets you a gift, and reader then says dialogue prompt, which can either be fluffy or lead to smut, your choice!!

We already spoke about this, but here it is again 🤡🤡 I'm excited! Thanks, love 😘😘

Helloooo bb, I have written… something lol. It’s not exactly smut but it mentions their intimacy. I hope you like it!! 💕

Birthday series part 6.

Love Language

Din walks behind you, his large gloved hands covering your eyes and the cool touch of his chest plate against your back as he guides you through the Razor Crest. He didn’t tell you what he was up to when you weren’t allowed in the cockpit, him and the kid spending half an hour having a ‘private conversation’, so you went to take a long needed shower and freshen up. After donning a clean pair of clothes, not that you had several to choose from, you emerged from the fresher with Din standing right in front of the doorway. You scream at the imposing figure, not expecting him to be right outside the door, looking just about ready to attack.

To be fair, he always looked ready to strike, intimidating especially in his full armor, the height he had on you not helping. Maker, how did you ever get past his hard exterior to find his heart?

Months of you being his live-in mechanic and occasional babysitter had the two of you spending a lot of time in close quarters, filled with companionable silence for the most part. You did most of the talking, sharing about your previous jobs or funny memories, finding him a rather good listener. The man hummed and grunted when necessary, modulator adding an extra gravely layer to his already low timbre.

When you started opening up about your more intimate memories, little things that made you happy or things you missed, like a comfort food, he would go silent, making you think he wasn’t interested in what you had to share. That is, until he would slowly start bringing you things back from his ventures into the city, when he’d leave you with Grogu to collect supplies or a bounty chip. Din would sometimes return with a trinket, or a snack, always referring back to a (one sided) conversation you’d had with him, tossing the package in your hands as he boarded the ship with a short, “you look like you could use this,” muttered to you.

He was very subtle in the time leading up to where the lines blurred between friendly professionals and … whatever you would call your relationship now. You don’t even fully know when the energy shifted from comfortable silence to the tension you felt when he returned from his hunting, knowing he needed to let off some steam and that sooner or later he’d be climbing into your bunk for some sweet release. You haven’t seen his face in the light before, your eyes barely making out shapes in the dark as he removed his helmet, allowing his mouth to worship you, peeling you apart one orgasm at a time.

At some point you must have shared some basic personal details with him. He stopped outside the cockpit, hands leaving your eyes, and you felt more than saw the whoosh of the doors sliding open for you.

“Okay, open. I know it’s not anything like you told me but I thought, well. We thought you’d like it.”

You were rendered speechless. Flowers from the last planet you’d visited were scattered around the ship, vines holding various buds hanging from the ceiling, making you feel like you were back in the forest on your home planet. The harsh contrast between the delicate blooms scattered across the metal of the ship and the intimidating figure that was the Mandalorian was an image that would stick with you for a long time to come. Grogu sat in his usual spot in the cockpit, cooing at you from his low vantage point as you took in the efforts they put in to celebrate your birthday.

You had almost forgotten, if you were being honest. The days felt like a blur sometimes, what with the light speed and constant traveling. Somehow, Din had remembered you mentioning the nearing date in passing a few days prior and prepared all of this for you.

In your usual seat sat a bundle of fabric, clearly holding a lopsided object in its depths and you concluded this must be a gift for you. Din had gotten you a gift. For your birthday, which you didn’t even expect him to celebrate with you. And the kid was in on it. You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of the hunk of metal waiting behind you.

“You really shouldn’t have. This is wonderful, Din.”

“Open it.”

Reaching forward to lift the fabric off the object, you don’t know what you were expecting as a gift from Din but you should’ve known. Leave it to the lethal bounty hunter to get you a weapon as a birthday gift. Under the bindings you found a vibroblade, small enough that it wouldn’t be hard for your unpractised hands to yield but big enough to cause harm should you need to defend yourself.

Shaking your head you turn around and look at him, holding the blade limply in one hand.

“Aren’t you my gift?” You ask with a teary smile. You said you wouldn’t cry in front of him but he was making it rather difficult for you.

“Thought you’d like this. Besides, you needed a new weapon after stabbing that laserbrain on the last trip and losing your blade. Consider this an upgrade.”

He was right, you were left defenseless for the past little while due to an overly aggressive scavenger trying his luck with you and you having to resort to using brute force to get him to stop. Clearly, Din feels better with you having something to defend yourself with when he’s not available.

“Fine, I’ll accept this upgrade. Where did you get this anyway, aren’t they supposed to be hard to come by these days?” You ask, inspecting the blade further.

He made a non committal noise and waved off your question. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer out of him on how and where he’d acquired the blade. Putting the weapon down, you took in the scene again, still in awe of the pretty flower arrangements. The gift and the whole situation bring a giggle to your lips as you imagine Din in all his beskar glory hanging vines and various blooms for your sake and you turn to see the kid joining you in your laughter. The noises were cute enough for you to pick him up, spin him around and kiss his forehead, realizing belatedly that you still haven’t thanked Din for all his effort.

Putting Grogu down, you approach the imposing figure that you’ve come to love in a short amount of time and take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles gently and looking where you’d think his eyes are behind the dark helmet.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting anything and this is more than anything I could have dreamt.”

You draw his hand closer to your heart, unintentionally pulling all of him with it.

Your gaze is steady where you want to think his eyes are watching you as well, until he leans forward to rest his helmet on your forehead, still holding his hand to your chest.

You don’t expect him to say much else and he doesn’t, and you’re okay with that. You’re more than okay with all of it.

#the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #birthday celebration #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fluff

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shakespeareinnit · 8 months

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11 september 2023 》 social anxiety defeated: first day of freshers & officially a week away from back to school 📚

This year I really want to make more of an effort having a social life at uni, so the first step is getting involved at freshers week events. Okay, getting involved might be an overstatement, actually. So far I went to a vintage clothes fair, a poster sale, and spoke to some people from the university tennis club, which I was also gonna join last year, but was too busy / depressed to do so. Here's to this year! Not that I'm not busy, as you can see from my September spread: flights and standbys are highlighted in green... 🙈 A bit afraid of overcommitting and then having a mental breakdown and quitting everything, but we shall cross that bridge when we get to it. I did only have like 4 hours of sleep last night, because we landed back home at 2 in the morning ✈️ but I'm glad I got myself out of bed and went to campus!

There's a lot more events I want to go to tomorrow, but today was nice and chill, had brunch afterwards at my fave cafe and finished reading my book. 💖 Everyone looks very young and hopeful-looking around uni, which made me feel a bit lonely, considering I am old (I have 10 years on some of these people, not to mention a very sleep-schedule-ruining job 🙈) and have given up all hope long ago. I am braving everything alone, which took it out of me a little, but that's the point of going to these events & society taster sessions, etc: to aquire uni friends ! Wish me luck for tomorrow, when I will try my hand at being around people once again 😬

(This is the silly bit though: less than 10 hours before anxiously trying to speak to uni tennis club members, I was on a plane having zero issues whatsoever putting unruly drunk passengers back in their seats for landing. My brain is a funny place, social confidence comes and goes... 🤷‍♀️)

#mine #uni diaries #studyblr #bullet journal #bujo

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itadore-you · 2 years

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‘’she says she can sing, but i wanna hear her scream’’

w/c: 1.8k

summary: aged up!eijiro kirishima x fem!reader, no quirks/uni au. happy halloween, and happy birthday to my favourite redhead!

t/w’s: mdni!!! implied smut, alcohol/drinking, general party atmosphere. not necessarily explicit but still ( -_-)

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Kirishima Eijiro would never have guessed when he woke up this morning, that he’d be here. It’s gone past 11 P.M, as he leans against Mina’s kitchen counter in his knight costume with a half-full, red plastic cup. Really, it’s just the same red cape from last year’s when he matched Bakugo’s wolf costume as a spin off of Red Riding Hood, but no one was going to know if he didn’t say, of course. It’s a Halloween/ birthday party, hosted by his closest friends but an event he was only aware of several hours ago (thanks to Denki and Sero having remembered planning their parts of the event aside from inviting the main guest of honor). To be fair to them, it was supposed to be a surprise party, but the reason why Bakugo had spent half an hour yelling at them on loudspeaker was for not even confirming with Kirishima that he would be able to come to his own party.

After all, these first few weeks settling in at uni have been a whirlwind for everyone - Kirishima himself was swamped with work on his own birthday. Just from observing him rampantly typing up last minute assignments and constantly massaging his temples, his friends knew he was in stressed mode and also wouldn’t be in the best party mood so they had decided to change the date. Despite the halloween theme, it couldn’t take place on Halloween either as every single member of the friend group had some event or the other which kept them booked and busy. So here they were, in a fusion of the two dates, all available to finally have a good time together.

“Ahh, can’t even remember the last time we all let loose like this,” Kaminari sighs, slinging an arm around Kirishima’s shoulder. “Happy, uh, late birthday, man!”

“Fresher’s was only a month ago, Denks,” Sero chimes in. “You drunk so much to forget already?”

“Hey, time passes fast, Hanta!”

“Makes sense why you fuckwits could barely remember what day it even is.”

“Bakugo! I swear, we will never forget to tell Kiri stuff again! It was one time, gimme a break!”

Kirishima lets out a laugh, reassuring the two that they were forgiven, with Bakugo simultaneously making a face at them to suggest that they were most definitely not forgiven. The pair cower from the sight of his (fake) sharp canines gnashing at them, his scary werewolf guise seeming a bit too fitting for him. They could already see the moon outside of the window, and wouldn’t doubt if it wasn’t a coincidence.

“Glad that you did make it though, Kiri,” Denki sighs with relief. “It was so difficult getting everyone together.”

“It was one simple job, Dunce face!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, again,” and Kaminari leans to Sero’s ear, his words of ‘hoes mad’ concealed from Bakugo’s glare with a raised hand.

“Guys! I’ve gone around and I think practically everyone is here!” Mina emerges from the doorway, announcing to the group whilst clad in a witchy entchantress costume. “Total success!”

Affirming her words with cheers, they all raise their drinks in her honour as she grabs one from the table to also partake in the acclamation.

“There are just two more coming - I think it’s Jirou and y/n, then that’s it!”

Y/n. Kirishima almost chokes on his drink; it’s the cute girl from Fresher’s week. Realistically, he already knew of you from before then, as you knew Mina from a separate circle of friends that Kirishima didn’t often interact with. He had only met you in person a couple of times albeit not for long enough to properly get to know you until that fateful week about a month ago. Having been sat next to each other during the induction lecture, you seemed to take interest in one another quite quickly, making eye contact across the room when you did similar activities. The business of uni life meant that you hadn’t properly been able to meet up for a while though, and Kirishima had never worked up the courage to ask Mina for your number.

“Aww, look at Kirishima getting all excited about his lil’ crush,” Kaminari teased, then being elbowed sharply by Mina - “Ouch!”

“Oh my god, I literally told you to not tease him about it. Don’t make it awkward for him!”

Kirishima already found himself blushing crimson as they bickered, hoping that Mina hadn’t let you know too, after having caught onto his feelings without his knowledge. She was always secretly perceptive like that, when one least expected it.

“Kiri, don’t worry, I only told these guys so they’d know to let you get some time with her tonight. Don’t let Sero somehow bag her before you do.”

With that, Mina turns her attention to Tsuyu, who tapped her on the shoulder, asking which of the three bowls of punch tasted best. She confidently points to the one in the middle, explaining to her that she was the one who had made it, so next to Denki’s and Sero’s concoctions, it was certainly the best choice to make.

“Let’s move from here for now, guys, Denki’s fuckin’ gatekeeping everyone from all the drinks,” Bakugo urges, ushering them into the living room. He seems to be making some sort of secret indication that Kirishima can’t work out, with the movement of his eyes around the room. Sero also seems to have caught on, making a nod as he steers off with the other blond to suddenly start talking with Midoriya and Todoroki from across the room: “Nice costumes, guys! Denki and I just decided on matching Squid Game costumes this year, even though it’s a bit of an old trend.”

“Bakubro? You goin’ somewhere too, or...?” Kirishima calls out to his best friend, who tells him ‘he’ll be back in a bit.’ It’s very puzzling for Kirishima, the sudden dissipation of his group until he hears-

“Kiri? That’s you, right?”

What. The fuck. You’re here. Cute girl. Right next to him. Right next to him, just like that very first lecture. His thoughts can barely spell out a reply to you in his flustered state, so he settles for a quick nod.

“Phew! It’s a bit hard to see, since it’s so dim in here, but I could recognise your red hair anywhere!” A laugh sounds from you, pure and full of delight, as you seat yourself onto the couch, beside him. He should calm down, really, it’s a bit embarrassing how startled he got when he’s seen you before. But he couldn’t help it, you look so striking in the hazy LEDs adorning the room.

With your semi-realistic fluffy wings strapped to your back, you look angelic swathed in cascades of light mesh but also beautifully oceanid, with patterned scales running up your cheekbones, neck, and forearms.

‘I like what you’re wearing, y/n.’

‘I can tell from the way you keep looking at me, Kiri,’ you coo at him, coquettish in your gaze as you look up at him through your eyelashes. ‘Is it okay that I call you that?’, and he’s already saying yes by the time you finish your sentence. He really likes, no, loves how you say his name, you’ve made it yours with the playful lilt in your voice and the purposeful sounding out of each syllable that rolls off your tongue. It makes him tense his thigh muscles, and bite the inside of his cheek. If that’s what only a nickname does to him, he could hardly imagine what would happen to him whenever you would decide to call him by his first name.

‘Do you know what I’ve dressed up as, though?’

‘Why you askin’? Want me to guess, huh?’

‘Maybe you’ll be the lucky one to get it right. No one has gotten it yet.’

‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t think I will. Just know you look real pretty in it,’ he confesses. A key part of Eijiro Kirishima’s charm has always been his gift for flattery.

‘I’m a siren tonight.’

‘Oh!,’ - his eyebrows perking up - ‘I thought they were more like mermaids, but I like your spin on it!’

‘Thank you. You know, you’re not necessarily wrong, Kiri. In the original Greek tale, they were given the wings to help the goddess Demeter look for her abducted daughter, but after failing their mission, cursed by the very same Demeter,’ you explain as he nods in interest. ‘It’s from the Roman period that they were shown to have mermaid tails.’

‘Ahhh I get it now,’ he remarks, snapping his fingers in realization. ‘I’m not gonna lie, I thought you were an angel when I first saw you walking in.’

‘Mhm. I’ve heard that one a lot, along with ‘shiny eczema’.’

He laughs at that, adding: ‘Bet you’ve also got the whole ‘did you fall from heaven’ thing too.’

Both chuckling, you lean closer toward each other, now fully engaged in conversation as a rhythmic R’n’B continues to sound from the speaker nestled behind the sofa, the volume gradually increased by Kaminari as he walks past with his Bluetooth-connected phone in hand. All night his friends have been walking up and down, checking up on the two of you from time to time and discreetly grinning to one another that all has been going to plan.

‘You havin’ a good time, Kiri?’ Kaminari shouts over the music, and the redhead yells back, ‘Yeh man! Great music, keep it going!’.

Kaminari throws him a quick thumbs up as he bustles to the next room, yelling out ‘Who wants more shotsssss?’, followed by a chorus of ‘Fuck yes!’ from a small crowd that follows him, yielding empty cups in his wake.

‘You think Jirou somehow possessed Denki’s taste in music?’

‘Most definitely - maybe she’s even dressed up as him tonight.’

Kirishima chuckles. ‘Wouldn’t have noticed. I’ve been only looking at you this whole time, can’t lie.’

‘You’re lucky I’m not my costume from last year.’

‘And why’s that?’

‘Well, I’ve been looking at you a lot this entire time too. And last year, I was Medusa.’

Laughing again with each other, it’s like the chemistry between you has heightened to a point that neither of you can ignore anymore.

‘The music is loud in here.’

Nodding your head to agree, you take hold of Eijiro’s hand, pulling him from the couch.

‘Wha-?’

‘Were you hinting we get out of here or what? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you… even more.’

A fiendish grin lights up your face, full of mischief as the soft purple from the lights above highlight a sense of desire from within. Eijiro Kirishima is a natural flirt who unbelievably doesn't know when he is doing it; but he sure can tell where you’re going with this act, and it’s not something innocent. But he’s all for it, already imagining how nice your thighs would feel wrapped around his waist.

‘Take me wherever you want, then. Without all the loud music, I wanna hear how good I can make my siren sing.’

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sweetchcolate · 4 months

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I know both series have already started, but between Doctor Elise or 7th Time Loop which one do you like the most and also have you read their manhwa and light novels respectively?

Ooo tough question tough question!

Mind you, I read 7th Time Loop (the LN) around late summer 2023 or not too long after the anime was announced, while I read Surgeon Elise (the webtoon adaptation) about 2-3 weeks ago, so the latter is fresher in mind. Keep in mind that a lot of what I will say is also subjective and up to personal taste.

tldr: I prefer 7th Time Loop best. If I had to sum things up simply, I started reading Surgeon Elise for Elise and stayed for Elise (and Linden to an extent), whereas I started readin 7th Time Loop for Rishe and stayed for Rishe, Arnold, Theodore, Rishe's previous lives, the intrigue and the world building.

More under the cut for details:

Imo I prefer 7th Time Loop because it does a great job of balancing and progressing its plot, its world building and its interpersonal relationships.

Rishe is a wonderfully competent, sharp, and kind female lead. It's always a surprise to see how Rishe'll react to meeting familiar faces, and her dealing with people she knows from previous lives (yet who aren't quite the same as she remembers) and it makes you excited to see what's next. Trying to gauge how much of herself and her knowledge to reveal and how much to keep under wraps is also part of the mystery and the charm.

But the characters who surround her (Arnold, his brother, the people from her previous lives) are just as interesting and important in the story. They all shape the world Rishe lives in through their actions/words, and their existence has repercussions on the story.

On the other hand, the most developed characters in Surgeon Elise are Elise herself and Linden (which makes sense, they're the main couple, so of course both parties will get developed). The other characters kinda take a back seat or only serve a purpose for early plot points before kinda... being forgotten? For example, in early Surgeon Elise when she's doing volunteering at the hospital, Graham is lauded as a medical genius and prodigy and is meant to serve as a way to measure/showcase Elise's prowesses. He supports her early on, but is quickly pushed to the side once Elise progresses past his skills (he does show up again during the war arc, but his role is much more minor to the point you could write him out without missing much).

(In other words, if you gave me a bonus chapter focused on Graham or other side characters in Surgeon Elise, I guess I would read it, but if you gave me a bonus chapter focused on Theodore, Michel, Kaine, etc, I would devour it asap).

Another element which 7th Time Loop does incredibly well is the world building: it plays a very important part in everyone's lives instead of just being relegated to the background. Political, religious, geographical and economical considerations all come into play because they give rise to the obstacles Rishe and Arnold must face while also shaping the solutions they come up with (this makes more sense if you've read V3 or V4 of the LN). However, it's all introduced gradually and always tied with new characters (so let's say if chara X from country Y shows up in the story, Rishe will give a brief description of that country and its ties/importance to Galkhein), so it doesn't feel like a lore dump.

You couldn't just swap country X for country Y, because each country is unique in its geographical location, its environment, its natural resources, and its relations to Galkhein and other neighboring nations.

To be fair to Surgeon Elise, the focus of the story is on Elise herself and the advancements she brings to medicine, so there's not quite as much place or importance for her country's internal or external policies compared to 7th Time Loop. It's a much more self-contained and character-driven story, so the span of the world buiding is also more concise and focused on the roles/classes of the immediate people around Elise (for example, her brother getting circumscribed in the war because he's a noble in order to bolster the army's manpower)

(In other words, take out the lore in Elise and you wouldn't miss much, but take out the lore in 7th Time Loop and there would be a lot of holes/missing pieces).

It's important to note that I've compared 7th Time Loop the LN to Surgeon Elise the webcomic. It's very possible that some of the things I found lacking in Surgeon Elise is because of its medium (I suppose a webcomic has less time and space to go into details into characters's personal motivation, backstories, world building, etc than a light novel), but the story was still cute and entertaining enough :P

#surgeon elise #doctor elise #7th time loop #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #anonymous #thanks for the ask!#:>

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::boils the kettle::

by your side: [character] is sick and wants company. Penny

This one was actually quite fun to write! I could have kept going but these are only supposed to be drabbles and it's already way too long. Hope you enjoy it @janetm74! 😊

By Your Side (feat. Lady Penelope)

She had always seen her ability to be as courteous and as generous as she was as a great, defining trait. Perhaps to some people, they’d might have seen it as more of a downfall. For once in her life, Penny was starting to think that maybe they were right.

Parker had only been gone ten hours when Penelope finally realised her mistake. When he’d first mentioned his idea of a trip to Scarborough for a long weekend, Penny had practically cheered him on. Even during the previous night, when her symptoms had begun to worsen, she happily waved him off as the taxi took him down the drive. No part of her had thought of asking Parker to cancel his trip because they didn’t seem fair. He worked so hard for her, the man was owed far more than a little trip to the Yorkshire coast, so she let him go without so much as mentioning her illness. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Except now, Penny had wished she had been a little selfish, just this once.

She had awoken from a very restless sleep at six, feeling far worse than she had done the previous evening, and had only made it two hours before she found herself calling John.

He answered almost immediately, which came as no surprise to Penelope. John was always on the ball.

The smile he had upon answering her call, however, fell the moment he took in her image. “Lady Penelope, are you alright? You look—”

“Is Gordon busy?” She asked straight away. In her mind there was no point in beating around the bush.

“Gordon?” John seemed confused, clearly still a little thrown by her appearance.

In only extreme cases, such as this, did Penelope not make an effort to look somewhat presentable. She could only guess what was running through John’s mind. With her hair still plastered to her forehead, with sweat still clinging to some of her clothing even though she’d already changed into fresher items twice this morning, Penelope knew she wasn’t looking too great. Her lips were dry and chapped, her voice weak and slightly croaky. She hadn’t yet had her morning tea, but finding the effort to actually go and brew one seemed like far too much for her. No, she’d much rather stay put on the couch.

“I wanted to ask you if he was busy. I don’t trust he’d be truthful with me.” Especially given the way she was currently presenting. Penelope had no doubt in her mind that Gordon would have raced over to her in an instant, regardless of whatever he was busy with.

“He’s.. uh, he’s not busy, no. Do you want me to patch him through?”

Penelope paused before shaking her head. She was never one to directly ask for something, especially if it was help. Having grown up in her world of high society and constant gossip, Penny found it difficult admitting when she was out of her depth. In the past, many men and women had used any kind of openness as an opportunity to take a strike, making her see her honesty as a weakness for others to exploit. That paranoia was still deeply rooted.

John understood exactly what the shaking of her head meant. Not only was he apt at being able to read people — given that was his job, it was no surprise he was good at it — but he was also one of Penelope’s closest friends. Words weren’t needed often to express what the other was feeling. Some days, when one wanted to hide a certain feeling, it might have been seen as a curse. Today, it was a blessing.

“I’ll ask him to come over as soon as he can.” John clarified. “Get well soon.” He then signed off the call.

Penelope sighed, thankful that the worst part was over for now, and allowed herself a moment to rest her eyes. She didn’t fall asleep, she only dozed, but the doorbell ringing after what felt like only a few seconds, had her jumping awake. She peeled herself off the couch, silently cursing the way her head span with dizziness as she stood. It took a moment or two to leave the drawing room and make her way to the front door. The bolts were unlocked, the security system deactivated and Penelope opened the door to the face of a very concerned Gordon.

“John said you were sick. I got Scott to drop me off.” Gordon began rambling, pushing himself past Penelope to enter the manor.

If she wasn’t so sick, she’d have playfully reprimanded him for his lack of manners, but her head was pounding far too violently to even consider any words beside, “You’re here.”

Gordon wheeled in a suitcase that he’d brought with him, sliding it along the marbled-floor entryway and parking it up to the side. “Of course I’m here. Did you think I wouldn’t answer the call?”

The heavy oak doors were shut. The sound of the wood coming to rest against the frame of the entryway echoed dully throughout the otherwise silent manor. Penelope swayed a little on her feet as she turned. Gordon caught her elbow, his eyes searching her face for answers.

“Jesus, Pen. John wasn’t kidding. You need to go and sit down.” He began to guide her back to the drawing room, his hand still gently gripping her elbow for support. “Where’s Parker?” He continued, as they entered the ornate space.

Penelope practically collapsed back down into the plush cushions, her fingers massaging both her temples at once. “He had holiday planned and left last night. I thought I’d be fine until this morning came.”

“I’ll go and get you some medicine.”

“No.” Penny reached out to catch his arm before he could leave. “Stay?”

“Have you even eaten anything this morning?” Gordon asked, though he didn’t move an inch.

She shook her head. Perhaps she would have felt guilty had her stomach not churned at the thought of food. “I couldn’t keep anything down last night and this morning… Well, this morning has flown by, I haven’t had the time to try and get anything.” Her free hand tapped the space beside her on the couch. “Sit. Please?”

There was a debate raging within Gordon, Penny could tell from the apprehension in his eyes. Part of him probably wanted to go and fetch her some breakfast, maybe a drink or some medicine, but part of him probably couldn’t bare denying her the simple request she asked of him.

In the end, he gave in and took the spot beside her. “Only for a minute.”

She could live with that. Her arm looped around his as he sat, hands joining and fingers intertwining. She lowered her head to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re burning up, Pen.”

“ ‘M fine. ’S just… ‘M fine.” She tried to convince him, but words were hard to form when she was so tired and his shoulder made the perfect pillow.

“Are you sure? I brought a med-scanner with me, I can—”

Penelope held him firmly in place and Gordon found himself unable to move without disturbing her. He ceased trying to reach his bags. “No. Just… stay.”

From his sigh, she could tell he was reluctant to give in once again, but he did. He unhooked their arms and looped his over her shoulders, pulling her in for a tighter embrace. “Okay.” Gordon softly spoke as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

“I feel awful, Gordon.”

“I know. I know. It’ll pass, Pen.”

“Thank you for coming. I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Gordon gently hushed her. “You’re never a burden, Penny. Now, try and get some rest.”

#i am a sucker for penink and i really need to write them some more #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #ask game #sickness prompts #five answers #lady penelope #gordon tracy #john tracy #five fics

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 9 months

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The Maystone mangler prolouge

(Yandere slasher blackmore x gender neutral reader)

It had only been two days since you had moved to this small town called Maystone in Nebraska. It seemed like a quaint town with various old buildings and friendly townsfolk around. You hoped you would settle comfortably into this town.

Your move had been on a whim, you'd broken up with your previous partner and the bank chain you'd been employed at for a couple of years was looking for people who could transfer to the new bank in Maystone. You didn't really have much attachment to where you lived and worked, so you decided to start fresh in a new, more communal town.

The town itself had a confusing layout. New infrastructure was being developed around the town. Some places just weren't on the map.

Today you were in town struggling to find the grocery store and walked into a building in hopes of finding someone that could point you in the right direction.

There you stood in an old butchery. The buzz of fluorescent lights is almost deafening. Walls colored in a yellowing paint that used to be white. Tiles a shade of viridian green and old curtains that were maroon.

"Hello… are you alright?" a soft, coy voice asked. You looked to the counter to see a scrawny, blonde-haired male at the counter. He didn't strike you as the kind of person who'd do such a grim and labor-intensive job.

"Yes actually" you replied as you made your way to the counter and pulled out a map from your bag.

"I've been looking for the grocery store, the map says there should be one on this strip, I just moved here so I'm still trying to get my bearings" you explained. The blonde grabbed a pen and circled a blank spot on the map.

"A new supermarket opened up there recently, there used to be the local grocery a few buildings down but the previous owner died a couple of months ago" he replied.

"If I remember correctly… the updated map will be available next week, so maybe check in with town hall to get a copy" he suggested.

"Thank you so much, I'll definitely get a new one as soon as it's out" you thanked him and were about to turn your head before stopping to look at the display. It'd be rude if you left after he helped you, besides the meat here would be a lot fresher than what the supermarket.

You looked intently, there were whole chickens already plucked and the thickest pork knuckles you'd ever seen. However, you were in the mood for something you didn't have to put a lot of effort into. That's when your eyes landed on gravy beef, your parents used to make casserole all the time during winter when you were little. All you'd need to do is cut up a couple of vegetables and throw it all in the casserole dish.

"Could I get a pound of the gravy beef please?" you asked the male that you now got a decent look at. He had the bluest eyes you'd ever seen, they were like the deep, expansive sea. He was very fair-skinned, almost sickly pale.

"Ah- sure thing" he stuttered, seemingly shocked that you were ordering something. He quickly grabbed a bag and put it over his hand and grabbed what he assumed was the right amount before putting it on the scale.

"Is that alright?" He asked you. It was only a few ounces extra.

"Yes, thank you," you told the young man as you grabbed out your purse.

"That'll be 12 dollars," he told you.

You looked back up at the scale to see the displayed price as $13.60

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Yes, I know it's not much but consider it my way of saying welcome to Maystone," he told you.

"Thank you so much, My Name Is (Y/n)" you said.

"My name is Blackmore" he responded with a smile, his cheek the slightest shade of pink.

You returned a smile and made your way to the door and opened it.

"I hope to see you again," he said.

"Same" you replied before leaving.

That night you ate the casserole you made. The meat was unbelievably tender. It was the best you'd ever eaten. It made you feel a little more comfortable in this strange little town and ready to seize whatever your first day at work would bring.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #slasher au #yandere blackmore

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asukaskerian · 7 months

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🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

🌀 this is the suburban ot4 summary that reads like a stupid book blurb but it's all i have atm :

Ichigo and Orihime were high school sweethearts and now they're a respectable young married couple with a suburban house and a child. They are sweet and loving and supportive and there is nothing missing in their life. Nope! Nothing.

Nelliel and Grimmjow sure as hell aren't married, and never mind being respectable in any way, but they managed to breed somehow so they're gonna have to deal with that. As soon as they manage to deal with being jobless and evicted.

Surely that pair of naive normies they had a pretty bad run-in with as teenagers are not going to be of any help, though... Wait... Huh.

Oh.

🌧️ same fic!

Before they know it, it's the weekend. Nelliel and Grimmjow haven't been kicked out yet.

It's coming, she knows better than to think it's not, but so far nobody has brought it up again.

"Because Princess is scared of confrontation and Hubby's coddling her," Grimmjow mutters. Nelliel scowls, but can't really refute that. She doesn't know them enough, for one thing.

"Or maybe they're just nice," she tries anyway, on principle.

He arches his eyebrow, and doesn't say 'isn't that what I just said?', but she hears it anyway.

But he doesn't say it.

Her shoulders slump; the fight goes out of her. "We can't count on that lasting," she mumbles, but really, she has no better idea than to keep being friendly and a good guest. It makes her feel less guilty, but only so much.

"Who the fuck is counting on it?" Grimmjow shoots back, and sits at the other end of the futon, his back three-quarters turned away and just as slumped.

He's about to go out and look for a job once again. Nelliel went out yesterday and the day before that to look into administrative solutions, financial aids, social services, but today's a Saturday. None of that will be open, and anyway they're missing so much damn paperwork; it'll take months at best to sort out.

So far their best option is to play model guests and pray.

"Worst thing is I like them," she can't help admitting. They're so damn sweet. It'd be easier if she had to put it on, if she didn't have to care that they're going to run out of pity at some point.

She's expecting a snappy retort, or an eyeroll, or a "I really don't", but Grimmjow doesn't say anything, just stands up all at once and goes looking for a fresher shirt. Her chest squeezes with -- something unpleasant, frustrated and off-balance, like she's being ignored. Abandoned.

"Grim--"

"I know that."

His voice is so rough, it sounds like it should hurt his throat.

"I'm fucking trying, alright? Ain't gonna ruin this for you."

He's not looking at her, just digging into his suitcase with every muscle tight, twitchy movements like a leashed beast.

She has no idea how to sort that out. She just -- why does he keep missing the point, why does he make it sound like he's martyring himself, god, she fucking hates it. She stands, too, fists clenched. Watches his shoulders tense, watches him fail to turn to face her.

She works on her breathing. She's better than this; than always sniping. She wants to be, she knows she is, can be, it's so pleasant and, and normal to hang out with Orihime, like she was never a half-gaijin orphan dragged straight down to the underbelly of society, clinging as hard as she could to what should be. Like they're just two office ladies giggling over the coffee machine, two neighbors with matching little houses trading hair care tips and career advice.

She wants to be calm, and fair, and happy.

Grimmjow pisses her off so much some days and the worst thing is, she knows it's a habit she has fallen into, taking things he says just a shade worse than he meant them because sometimes he does mean even worse than that. He's a foul-mouthed bastard who revels in stalking around scaring the normies, who takes people's disapproval as a reason to make them disapprove more, so she always expects it of him.

Now he exists like an animal in a trap, all desperate energy with nowhere to go and despair creeping in, and she did it; she trapped him.

"If it's going to be ruined," she says eventually, after several answers have come to her mind and been released, "then it was going to be ruined anyway. It's still a reprieve. You won't..."

'You won't be the cause of it,' she almost says, but they both know she can't say that and mean it, so she swallows it back.

"If I were alone it might last a few more days, but that's the same end result." She shrugs.

He's trying. She should...

She feels kind of like shit that a part of her is surprised at how hard he's trying. She knows him well enough, she hoped enough, but another part is used to their old rhythms. There's something savagely free and so noble inside him that she wants to tear out of the defensiveness and the cynicism it's buried under. So they get together like a car crash; there are tender moments in the dark, little slices of terribly aching vulnerability, and then it builds up; she pushes him too much, too far out of his comfort zone and they break up.

The break-up sex is always amazing. Then she's angry at herself for a while. Tells herself it's the last time she takes him back. Tells herself she was nosy and judgmental; no wonder he bailed. Tells herself next time she'll be more understanding, more patient. Tells herself he's not interested in getting over his shit and she shouldn't date projects.

Tell herself it'll just be a hookup.

And then he's wild and fun; neither of them ever says sorry, but they don't leave the party when the other one shows up, and then the next party they fuck, and then the next fuck they spend the night. Breaking up like a pressure valve before it gets too much, unsalvageable; not a real ending.

But they're not breaking up now.

She wants to build him up, drag him back and away from the looming implosion; she doesn't know how.

"... I'm going."

She wants to tell him good luck but that's going to sound doubtful, like he needs it. She wants to say she knows he can do it, he's smart and has plenty of skills; he'll hear it like a lie, or like a binding expectation. She wants...

She wants a hug.

She dredges up a smile into her voice, watching him walk through the door. "I'll massage your feet when you come back, yeah?"

He pauses in the corridor, glances over his shoulder, gives a faint, unexpected chuckle. "Oh, I'm gonna hold you to that."

#teaser #writing meme

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ccrowsiie · 5 months

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I've decided to explain what's been going on with me for the last few months. I figured I owe it to my mutuals since it's definitely going to affect my behavior going forward. I feel it's fair to say something now and maybe even apologize in advance.

In a nutshell: My best friend of 12 years ghosted (me and only me) for people he just met, destroying our relationship. In a coconut shell: One of the most important people in my life allowed our relationship to not just stagnate but actively die, willingly and knowingly breaking our social contract and my boundaries in favor of the adoration and attention from strangers and newer, fresher friends. The fallout sent me into a several months-long spiral that regressed my mental and physical health and led to the relapse of my most self-destructive addictions.

The full story, abridged (if you can believe it):

1/? CW, mentions of child abuse, drug use, mental health.

For clarity's sake, I'll be referring to him as 'Bestie'.

In the hierarchy of closeness, Bestie was right under my husband. Our relationship was 100% platonic but emotionally watertight. We had our disagreements like any pals would, but for the most part, we were siblings. We'd gone on vacations. We'd cooked meals together. We hung out for hours and hours over the many years of our friendship. It's safe to say that he was the closest thing I've ever had to an actual brother. …Because my real one totally sucks ass. I don't have a good relationship with my family. At. All. The majority of our interactions are made out of obligation. It was my dad's literal dying wish to at least try and reconcile with my mother after a lifetime of drugs and abuse. I've been trying my hardest, but dear God she makes it hard sometimes. My sister is alright, I tend to keep her at arm's length because she's a control freak (eldest daughter syndrome + history of abuse) but to say that my relationship with my brother is antagonistic would be a massive understatement. I usually say 'We don't get along' and keep it at that, but it goes deeper. We barely tolerate each other… for reasons I can't understand. I was born dead last in my family, the next oldest sibling is 13 years my senior. Despite the age gap, I may as well have been born the middle child, because bro didn't give up his youngest spot. Both he and my mother show signs of classic narcissism.

You may be thinking to yourself, "Crow, not everyone you dislike is a narc just because your personalities clash~' Save it, please. Don't speak on what you don't know. My mother and brother are a classic narcissistic binary star system. Mother and her golden child. They revolve around each other in a borderline emotionally incestuous way. They do drugs together. She coddles him to an insane degree. He did not move out or get his first job until his 40s. Mom didn't parent me so much as she let me live in her house so she could collect a check from my dad. When I wasn't being actively abused by her husband (won't go into detail here, but know that he was my primary abuser, as he was also her abuser and to a lesser extent my sister's) I was almost always being actively neglected, sometimes in favor of brother. Like, locked out of/into rooms or told to go away whenever she didn't need me for something. Especially in my formative years (age 5-10), when mom was still shooting dope and leaving me alone for days at a time or bringing me around the men she'd shoot up with. I almost lost her to drug-related violence and she almost lost me to the state a couple of times. Eventually, she found a way to have her cake (me, child support check generator) and eat it too (heroin and crack). While she gained sobriety from hard drugs just before I entered middle school, the neglect and other forms of abuse persisted through the remainder of my childhood, until I enlisted in the military out of desperation.

So with all of that boo hoo hoo shit out of the way, it's safe to say that I have a bit of a -thing- surrounding abandonment.

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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ⠀

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ( 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ) ☁️⠀

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 , 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 & 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱!🥰⠀

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So the morning has finally come you think as you stare into the large brightly lit mirror in the fresher, taking your last sip of caf, you finish straightening out your cream silk blouse, apply the last layer of clear gloss ensuring your makeup is perfect but not over done finally you squirt out some of your favourite floral perfume slick your long black wavy hair into a high pony tail and your good to go, as you hail the speeder cab outside your high rise apartment the nerves begin to set in , not because of your job you've been doing this for a couple of years now, although most people thought you were too young but your father also works within the Senate so you branching into part of the GAR doesn't come at a surprise, you are part of the fight to give the clones more rights and fair treatment. ⠀

Several thoughts ran through your mind 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 , 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲⠀

Yes you knew you'd be working with the 104th and you heard he can be a little rough⠀

You come to an abrupt halt outside the barracks of the GAR to be greeted by the gentle Master Plo Koon "Koh-to-yah Senator Lontac , we are so pleased you will be joining us" "Koh-to-yah Master Plo Koon, Im very pleased to be here" you say back with a soft smile and your pretty sure you could see the Kel Dor smiling back at you under his mask. ⠀

As he leads you down through the barracks to the Venator-class Destroyer , one man sticks out in the group of clones, his distinctive grey and white armour you catch him remove his helmet and all you can think of is how handsome this man is , the scar running down his face just adding to the fire building up inside you, the Jedi Master leads you over to the group of troopers who all immediately address you , which you beam them a big smile and nod⠀

"Commander Wolffe I would like you to meet Senator Crystal Lontac, she will be joining you on your relief mission to Aleen and then will be spending several rotations with the 104th before we head back to Coruscant, I trust you will treat her well. Forgive me I must take my leave" ⠀

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"Sir, Yes Sir!" Wolffe says cooly as the Jedi Master wanders off further into the Barracks...⠀

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"Nice to meet you Commander Wolffe, I have heard many good things about you and the 104th" you say through a nervous kinda gritty smile... ⠀

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To your shock he eye rolls you and lets out a small grunt⠀

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 ⠀

finally after a few moments silence you hear "We must head to the Bridge , I am awaiting contact from Senator Amidala and Master Yoda so if you'd like to follow me... Senator" if someones tone of voice could kill the award would go to Commander Wolffe right now.⠀

As you follow the Commander each trooper who walks past greets you professionally and with respect and to each one you flash your famous smile yours twinkle each time, finally you both reach the bridge as you are standing a few feet away from Commander Wolffe 3 troopers come upto you ⠀

"Nice to meet you Senator Lontac, my names Boost" "Im Sinker" "Im Comet" they took you by surprise as each clone removed his helmet 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲.... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 ⠀

"Nice to meet you all, Im so glad you've all welcomed me , I know we will all be working close together" from the corner of your line of sight you catch the Commander looking you up and down then his eyes suddenly glare at Boost... ⠀

"We have never worked with such a pretty Senator , Ill look after you" Boost says with a little wink, this makes you blush ever so slightly ⠀

"TROOPERS begin landing procedures immediately" ⠀

"SIR YES SIR" all 3 of them said in sync ⠀

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"Senator you will be travelling in my gun ship so follow me" the most rudest tone you'd ever heard in your life⠀

As you both approach the elevator Wolffe enters first with you following behind a stony silence fills the small compact space until a few floors down several shinys enter in at such speed you get knocked back into Wolffe, your curvy ass pushes right into his codpiece , you feel two large gloved hands grip your waist to keep you steady.⠀

The Commander seems to hold you for longer than needed but deep down your not complaining, its only until several voices fill the small space with " Sorry pardon us Senator" you feel Wolffes hands tear away from you. ⠀

Letting out a small clearing of your throat this long awkward elevator ride comes to an end and you find yourself walking in the main hanger towards to the gun ships. ⠀

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A little chirping noise breaks your chain of thoughts " Hello R2D2 , hello C3PO nice to see you both again!" With that Wolffe comes up behind you and forcefully shoved C3PO onto a crate and all you can hear is " you think this is rough? wait till we get to the surface" you couldn't help but think how sexy that sounded⠀

𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆 again all you can feel is this fire / butterflies building up inside you. Not realising Commander Wolffe was behind you so close you could feel the cold armour rubbing against the thin layer of fabric your clothes provided, knowing inside you shouldn't do this you let your slender fingers gently ghost across his thigh only for a moment or so, and maker even though his helmet was on you knew his eye were gazing into you, you enjoyed it.... ⠀

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Landing onto the planet Aleen was smooth, Warthog is a good and skilled pilot, as soon as you touched down you, Commander Wolfee, R2D2 & C3PO are greeted by the Aleena so Wolffe explains to his troopers what he wants them to do "SIR YES SIR" ⠀

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"So cyar’ika why dont you follow me and we can get started on those reports" Boost says cheekily gently touching your shoulder⠀

"Oh Boost you know I am not your cyar’ika - however yes lets get started on those reports shall we?" this came out alot more flirtier than you meant but you followed Boost over to a nearby hut and started on the Holopad getting your daily reports completed. A good hour must of gone by and you were so into the conversation yourself and Boost where having you did not notice the Commander storming over shooting daggers over to Boost ⠀

"TROOPER did I not give orders you were to find those blasted droids!?" ⠀⠀

"errr... sorry Commander I was helping the Senator with her reports" ⠀⠀

"Well dont, she does not require you to assist her with anything" this was probably the coldest tone you heard coming from his mouth and for some reason it hurt ⠀

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"Take Sinker and Comet find those droids and ensure the communications are back up and running NOW" ⠀

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"SIR YES SIR"⠀

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The atomosphere between you and the Commander was not pleasant lets put it that way, with a small tear creeping up in the corner of your eye you turn to face away from him and begin to walk away...⠀

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"I am not finished with you Senator, I want a full detailed report of the progress on this mission as-well as the treatment of my men and your thoughts , think you can handle that?" ⠀

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𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗢𝗛 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀⠀

feeling a slight rage you get closer to the Commander and look directly in his eyes, his tall broad body towering over your 5"5 height ⠀

"Yes Commander this will be done, and if I couldn't handle it why am I here?" you spit out at him and turn to walk away. ⠀

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A few hours later back on board the Cruiser sat in your new temporary office you continue to tap away at the Holopad diving into detail ready to have this completed for the Commander when you hear a small knock ⠀

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"its open.."⠀

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"Hello Senator fancy joining us for some food?" A curious Boost pops his head through the door "come on I bet your hungry" you hear Sinker in the background "if you don't eat the Senate will think we aren't treating you fairly" laughs Comet ⠀

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"ok ok boys I'm coming, lead the way!"⠀

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Once you Boost, Sinker and Comet are sat down eating chatting and laughing away you see the Commander making his way over.... ⠀

"Senator Lontac please come to my office we have some things to discuss with your reports" but this time his tone was not sarcastic or cold it was just monotone no feeling to it, and for some reason that riled you up further. ⠀

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"Can this not wait Commander? I have already sent you a copy of my report and all.."⠀

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"My office now"⠀

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you slammed your fists down on the table get up and walk towards Commander Wolffe you can hear Boost, Sinker & Comet in the background snickering. ⠀

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Wolffe leads you to his office and ushers you to sit down next to him... ⠀

"I just wanted to know if you needed my input or any help with the reports Senator" this was the first time you ever heard a more softer tone from the grumpy Commander ⠀

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"No Commander Wolffe I have everything under control.... and its Crystal... not Senator" you say as you look over to him under those long lashes, your full lips slightly parted⠀

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"If we are ditching the professional titles... its just Wolffe" again so softly spoken you cant help but feel that burning heat rise inside you, a small tingle between your legs. But boy oh boy you could feel the sexual tension rising before you could do anything Wolffe placed his hand above your knee slowly working his way up, his touch so soft it sent shivers down your spine, suddenly within a flash of a second he has pulled you onto him and your straddling his hips, the cool of his armour feels so good against your body. ⠀

He is gripping has hands onto your tiny waist harder your almost grinding on his codpiece the gentlest breathy moan escapes your pouty lips, your so sure you could hear Wolffe growl.... but as quickly as he pulled you onto him he ushers you off him. ⠀

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Quickly composing yourself feeling those damn tears again your face blushing uncontrollably you make a dash for it out of his office, not stopping until you reach your own private quarters. ⠀

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Behind your closed door the tears stream down your face⠀

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 ? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 ? ⠀

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Those thoughts take hours to leave your mind before you drift off into a peaceful sleep. ⠀

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𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀⠀

𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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Wolffe lays in bed clenching his fists to his sides the image of your pretty face never leaving his mind. ⠀

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𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥.....

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