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captainsophiestark · 1 month

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Come Here Often?

Cassian x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Summary: Everyone in the Inner Circle knows Cassian and Y/N have feelings for each other, except the two idiots in question. Thankfully, the IC's not known for minding their own business, especially in matters like this.

Word Count: 1,772

Category: Fluff, Humor

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"Are you sure you don't want to go see a show at the Ampitheater tonight?" I asked, trying to give Mor a guilt trip with no more than a look as we carried bags towards the river house. She just scoffed at my attempt.

"I already told you, I can't. I wish I could, but our lovely High Lord has me doing work all night tonight."

I huffed. "Fine. Let me know if I can do anything to help with the work, since I'm losing my theater buddy."

Mor shot me a grin. "I'm sure you could find somebody to replace me if you really wanted to."

I narrowed my eyes at her. I knew what she wasn't saying: that I should invite Cassian. To do something, if not to go to the amphitheater. I regretted ever telling her I'd caught feelings for the Illyrian general.

"Whatever, Mor," I scoffed, failing to come up with a better comeback. She grinned, clearly sensing her victory, but luckily for me I'd reached my room. "Enjoy all that work you have to do tonight!"

I didn't wait for her response before ducking through the door and shutting it behind me. I could hear her laughing as she continued down the hallway to her own room, but I did my best to block it out as I dropped my bags.

I hovered a little longer in my room, taking my time putting away the things we'd brought back from the market, until I heard Mor leave to go do whatever work Rhys had her doing. I checked both ways in the hallway when I finally emerged before heading down to the kitchen.

All of my friends had been hounding me about Cassian lately, and as much as I loved them, if I heard another word from anyone trying to nudge me into asking him out or whatever, I was going to lose it.

I made my way towards the kitchen, intending to make myself a snack before figuring out what I wanted to do with the rest of my evening, but I stopped short at the sound of harsh whispers coming from within. It sounded like somebody was having a heated conversation, and I didn't want to interrupt anything. But then my stomach rumbled, and I decided to go in anyway.

I cleared my throat and made as much noise as possible so I wouldn't interrupt any Inner Circle members in the middle of something serious. When I rounded the corner, I found Cassian and Azriel sitting at the table in the middle of the space, leaned back in their chairs and trying way too hard to look casual.

"Hey guys..." I said, eyeing them both suspiciously as I slowly moved further into the room. Az gave me a little nod, and Cassian gave me a smile that looked more than a little forced. "What, uh... what are you both up to?"

"Rhys needs my help with something," Azriel said, standing abruptly. I narrowed my eyes at him, but of course his expression gave away nothing as he headed for the door. "I'll see you both later."

I watched him go, then turned my gaze to Cassian once Az was gone. His back was to me, so I couldn't read his expression, but his shoulders were tensed and he hadn't turned from the doorway Az had disappeared through.

"Okay..." I said, deciding to just move past it as I turned to the counter to start making myself a snack. "What about you, Cass, you got anything going on tonight?"

Cassian cleared his throat. "Me? Nope."

I heard him shifting in his chair behind me, and a moment later he was standing at my side. I prayed he couldn't hear my heart racing faster at his proximity as I tried to keep my focus on the fresh fruit in front of me.

"So, uh, you..." Cassian's wings rustled behind him, usually a sign of nerves. I frowned. "You come here often?"

I paused, setting the knife down and opting to slowly turn to face Cassian, one eyebrow raised. He fidgeted as he stared back at me, and I caught him forcing a grimace off his face in favor of a small smile. I'd never seen him look so nervous before.

"I... Cass, we both live here."

The grimace returned in full force, and I couldn't help smiling as Cassian brought a hand to his forehead.

"That's not what I meant to ask you," he said, shaking his head and meeting my eyes again. "What I meant was, uh... do you have a bandage?"

"A bandage? Did something happen? Did you get hit-"

"Dammit! No, I'm fine. Never mind, I need to go find Az-"

He started to push off the counter, but on a reflex, I stopped him with a hand on his forearm. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me, and my heart almost stopped in my chest at the intensity of his gaze.

I quickly pushed down the butterflies in my stomach to give Cassian a once-over. No matter what he said, he clearly was not fine. I didn't see any obvious physical injury, but a hard hit to the head would definitely explain some things, and when I met his eyes again he had a weird look in them.

"Cassian, are you sure you're okay? What's going on?"

He took a deep breath and then hesitated, his eyes darting over my face and his brow furrowed. Then, he sighed, his face and shoulders relaxing with him.

"I'm sorry, I just... I was trying to ask you out." My eyebrows shot up, but Cassian continued before I could muster a coherent response. "I've been wanting to do it for a while now, but I lost a bet to Az last week and my 'punishment' that I finally had to go through with it. I've been trying to figure out the best way to do it, but... I guess that wasn't it."

Cassian huffed a little laugh at himself, his expression drooping as he stared at the ground. I just blinked at him for a few seconds, trying to process everything he'd just told me.

"Hold on... you're asking me out because you lost a bet to Az?"

"Not just for that," Cassian assured me quickly, looking worried. "Or, I guess, if you're not into it, then maybe yes?"

I just laughed, which didn't seem to make him feel better. I felt guilty, but I also just couldn't help it. My heart leapt as I put a hand on Cassian's shoulder and his eyes snapped to mine again.

"Cass... I barely escaped that exact same bet with Mor last week."

His brows furrowed. "What?"

"Yeah," I said, laughing a little. I couldn't quite help it. Cassian apparently felt the same way about me as I did about him, as evidenced by our friends' ridiculous tactics. My heart soared, and I stepped a little closer to him. "I cheated a little to get out of losing, but she's been pressuring me to ask you out somewhere anyway for the last week and a half."

"Because... you like me?"

"Yeah. A lot."

The frown finally lifted from his face, replaced with a beaming grin that made my heart race. Slowly, he moved one arm to wrap around my waist, pulling me a little closer to him. I let one hand rest against his chest, and Cassian's lopsided smirk almost made me faint.

"Our friends are going to be rubbing this in for a long time, but I can't make myself care," he said, voice low. I bit my lip and smiled up at him.

"Same. Especially since I think they're all out of the house right now on a fake assignment for Rhys."

"That's definitely a perk of all their bullshit."

"So... what now?"

Cassian's eyes flashed as he leaned forward, pulling me flush against his chest. He dropped his mouth towards mine until they were barely inches apart, then met my eyes. Based on his grin, I knew he could hear my heart beating out of my chest.

"I have a few ideas," he breathed.

A heartbeat later, his lips were on mine, and fireworks exploded in my chest. Being with Cassian like this just felt right, and now that we were finally together, I never wanted to let him go.

I wasn't sure who initiated it, but we deepened the kiss as Cassian's grip tightened on my waist. I let my hands wander over his chest, to his shoulders and arms, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a disgusted scoff from behind me.

Cassian and I broke apart, arms still around each other, and turned towards the door to find our friends standing there, staring at us with their hands on their hips.

"Well, I guess this is what we wanted," said Mor with a shrug.

"Pretty sure I told him to ask her out, not make out with her in the kitchen," Az chimed in from beside her. Rhys and Feyre just grinned at us, while Amren stared, clearly unimpressed.

"Do you all mind?" Cassian ground out, his hands tightening a little more around my waist. Mor just grinned and skipped into the kitchen completely undisturbed, heading for my unfinished fruit platter.

"Not at all," she said. Cassian sighed, but I couldn't keep myself from laughing. Our friends were absolutely ridiculous, but I loved them dearly. And Cassian and I had just made out in the kitchen, so I really don't think much in this world could've ruined my mood.

"Why don't the two of you go see a show or something?" Feyre suggested, following Mor into the kitchen, the other batboys following behind her. Cassian narrowed his eyes at his brothers, but I just smiled, at last stepping out of his grasp and taking his hand.

"That's a great idea, Feyre. Cass? What do you think?"

His expression softened the minute his gaze shifted to me. My heart melted.

"Sure. How about we go to Rita's after, too? Do some dancing?"

"Sounds like a plan. Just let me go get changed."

"I'll meet you back down here."

We shared a smile, and I leaned up to give Cassian one last quick kiss before turning on my heel to go get ready. Rhys and Az both smiled at me as I left the room, and I shot them a wink as I left. I would've preferred it if they'd all given Cassian and I our space tonight, but at the end of the day, we wouldn't have admitted our feelings for each other without our nosy, pushy friends. So I couldn't exactly stay mad at them, at least not this time.

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plant-acts · 23 days

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Linked Universe College Theater AU

The amount of crazy stuff that goes on in my college theater program deserves to be immortalized with my favorite characters!

So here is what I think they would be like if they were Theater Majors with Time and Malon being their professors (plus some other fun characters at the end)!

Time: 46 | Technical Theater Director for the college | In the beginning, he was a simple high school theater teacher, but after seeing an opening at a small college he and his wife decided to apply! He has been teaching at the college for the past 6 years and essentially saved the program. He loves his job, but if he gets one more student named Link, he might burn the place down. His wife is the Artistic Director, Malon, and their son Twilight is his student.

Twilight: 22 | Technical Theater | His parents had him introduced to theater at a young age and he quickly learned that he enjoyed the technical aspect more than the acting side (like father like son). Even though Time insisted he could apply to any college, Twi chose to go to his parent's program. Within the theater, he leads the set-building crew. The man is crazy strong (a platform almost fell on Wild while he was working underneath it and with one hand, Twi caught the set, and with the other; he dragged Wild out). He is living with his parents until he graduates. After that, he hopes to open a summer stock theater in a nearby town.

Warriors: 21 |Performance Theater | Originally, after graduating high school he was going to go into the military, but plans changed after his grandmother passed. Now he is one of the newest performance majors! To be honest, he never saw himself on the stage until he was forced to go to a summer musical audition at the college with his younger stepbrother, Wind. To his surprise, he got a part and has been in love with it ever since! He can often be found helping with the costume department (everyone begs him to please stop trying to put them in scarves; the stage lights are too hot for it). He and his younger stepbrothers live in an apartment together.

Legend: 21 | Performance Theater | He has probably been doing theater longer than everyone else (besides Twilight, but they don’t count him because his parents are theater teachers). As a kid, his family signed him up for summer classes. Quickly, they found he had genuine talent, and he performed throughout high school. At one point, he was in an official production of Matilda, but he refuses to tell which it was. Expressing emotions has always been hard for him and theater is an outlet he can use to be anyone he wants (although sometimes he regrets the performance major choice, especially when he has to dye his hair pink for a role, and it stains). Although he's a performance major, he could give tech students a run for their money. He somehow knows everything (years of experience)! He lives in an apartment near campus with his roommates Ravio and Hyrule.

Sky: 20 | Performance Theater | The Dude was born for the stage. His first performance was in high school, and he has led in every show since. He just seems to shine and embody the character. His high school theater program was small, so it was a culture shock to see so many talented people at the college. Because of that, he struggles with self-doubt. He sometimes doesn’t believe he is good enough to be there. His girlfriend, Sun, is also a performance major at the college and does what she can to assure him he is crazy talented, just like the rest of them. He has the best singing voice out of everyone and is not afraid to do karaoke at the worst time. They live together in an apartment right next to Legend and Hyrule (all the apartments just happen to be in the same building on the same floor).

Hyrule: 20 | Technical Theater | Growing up, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to be. That was until he needed an art credit and joined the tech theater class! He has been in love with it ever since! He loves seeing a show come together and how everyone works as a team to make it happen. Usually, he is in charge of finding props in the maze that is the prop loft (seriously; it is a mess; they have lost Four back there a few times). If no one steps up to be a stage manager or assistant director for a show, he will gladly fill that spot. He lives with his roommates Legend and Ravio (he is a solid 90% sure the two are secretly dating but he has found no solid proof.)

Wild: 20 | Technical Theater | Originally, he was going to be a performance major, but an accident in his first semester of college changed that. Now he has a cool scar on his face and the memory of a goldfish (to be honest it had always been comically bad, so nothing much changed there). He wasn’t going to let some bad luck stop his love of theater, so he changed majors and has been a menace to Time ever since (maybe he will go back to acting one day, who knows ;)). Whether it’s helping in any way possible, specifically building sets with Twilight, or assisting with costumes, he is always lending a hand. He is convinced OSHA does not apply to him (when does it ever apply in theater). One time, he put a ladder on an electric lift so he could fix a sign. The sign still ended up crooked. No one knows why, but he somehow has everything anyone could ever need in his tool belt. Nails? Check. Bobby Pins? Check. The secrets of the universe? Maybe? He lives with his partner Flora and support dog, Wolfie.

Four: 19 | Four is actually 4 different people. The quadruplets all applied to the same college and didn’t realize until they got their acceptance letters! For the longest time, everyone thought they were the same person (somehow the brothers never noticed that people believed this and just thought everyone was being weird when they said a second ago, they watched him leave through the opposite door). After everyone figured it out, they started wearing colored headbands so people could tell them apart (they absolutely have switched colors to mess with people or get out of doing a job). Everyone calls them Four as a joke, and because it is easier than trying to catch sight of the colored headbands. They live with their older brother Shadow, who is a technical theater major, but he works nights, and they don’t see each other on campus much.

Blue: Technical Theater | Hides on the catwalk after hanging lights and you won't know about it until he is screaming "HEADS" because he dropped his phone.

Green: Performance Theater | He has just kinda accepted the fact that if there is a young character, he will be typecast as them. It doesn't help that he looks androgynous and can play a man or woman.

Red: Performance Theater | If there was a most dramatic award he would get it. One time he got a paper cut and screamed so loud that Hyrule swears he felt the loft shake.

Vio: Technical Theater | He is the resident painter of the program, which means he is in charge of doing the shading for every. single. set. More than once he has stayed the night to finish painting a flat.

Wind: 18 | Technical/Performing Theater | He couldn't decide which he wanted to major in, so he dual majors (Malon and Time have a small fun competition to see if they can convince him to favor one over the other)! He lived in a small coastal town until his grandmother died. After that, he and his twin brother Spirit moved in with their stepbrother Warriors since they already planned to go to the same college. More than once, he has to be told to slow down his lines (totally not projecting here). He's absolutely convinced that the theater is haunted after he was locked in and heard crying from the loft. His favorite part of tech is drawing up a design for the set. He is the head of marketing and takes it very seriously. Although he is the youngest, he hates being treated like he doesn't know what is going on and people not letting him help on important projects. He's been doing theater since middle school and just wants to be a part of the team!

Other Characters!

Hylia: ??? | Head of Performing Arts | She has been working at the college for as long as anyone can remember. Kind, but can be quite strict with her employees and their students if they get out of line.

Gannon: ??? | College President | Not much to say about him, he never leaves his office. But before Time and Malon started teaching, he tried to shut down the theater department because there weren't enough students.

Malon: 47 | Artistic Director | She, Time, and Twilight live on a few acres of land given to her by her father. She loves to invite The Chain (the name she gave the group of Links who joined the program and became friends) over for game nights. More than once she has walked into her office to see one of the boys asleep in the corner, where she has a stack of pillows.

Beetle: 23 | ??? | Legit just some dude who really likes the college productions and goes to every show to support the program.

Shadow: 22 | Technical Theater | No one is quite sure if he even exists. Every time a prop breaks, they call his name, and in the blink of an eye; it is either fixed or gone. He runs the lights, but the glass of the tech booth is so dirty you can't see what he looks like (hence the nickname Shadow). Four insists that he is their older brother, but the believability of that differs from person to person.

Ravio: 21 | Business Sales | Legend and Hyrule's roommate (totally not Legend's boyfriend). More than once, he has tried to sell things he "borrowed" from people back to their owners. It never works and he just plays it off as practice for his business class.

Flora: 20 | Mechanical Engineer | She lives with Wild and is half of his impulse control. She can get super focused on her studies and Wild will drag her to the theatre to get her out of the house (and prove that yes he does have a girlfriend, and no she is not made up)

Sun: 20 | Performance Theatre | In high school, she and Sky were cast as Audrey and Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors. She was so nervous about the Suddenly Seymour kiss that she was almost sick. Her and Sky laugh about it now because he was also super scared to kiss his crush.

Tetra:19 | Navy | Wind’s best friend from his hometown. They kept in touch even after he moved away. She is joining the Navy and the last summer before she left and he started college; they met up in person for the first time in months. They just hung out at the beach and talked like old times. They miss each other, so she tries to surprise him at his shows as much as she can.

Phantom: 18 | Psychology | Spirits best friend. She can and will talk your ear off about whatever new thing she is learning in class. She lives in an apartment with a few of her friends and invites Spirit to every girl's night (he has crush privileges and loves to gossip just as much as any of the gals)

Spirit: 18 | Civil Engineering | Wind's twin brother. He wants to work on building transportation routes between different cities (although the amount of work he has to do makes him wish he just went into fast food instead). He might not talk much, but his facial expressions can rival any of the actors.

Aryll: 13 | Middle School | Wind and Spirits younger sister. She moved in with her dad and stepmom after their grandma's death. She misses the beach but is happy to be making friends and learning about the city.

If you made it this far, please do not be afraid to ask questions in my ask box. I am dying to talk and write about this AU.

Please.

I beg.

(Also, I am pretty new to the loz and LU fandoms so if something feels off, or I missed some characters, tell me and I'll fix/talk about them!)

#Please enjoy this #It took so long to write #Also please ask questions I would love to tell more about it #Or maybe write a fic or two #Linked Theater AU #linked universe #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu legend #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu four #lu wind

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cookeybg · 2 months

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Before we get to the story I have a few words to say...

First of all, Hello!

Not sure if this will reach anyone, but I had an itch to write, so I did. I almost never post anything. I have reposted a couple things but I'm mostly a lurker and enjoy others creativity and thoughts, I like to think of myself as a cat with few brain cells.

Anyways, I read a manga YEARS ago and enjoyed it greatly and thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny/interesting if Jon and Damian were stuck in this situation?" Let's see if anyone eventually gets what manga I was reminiscing.

Now, this is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written and I am not confident AT ALL if this is going to be any good, but I really hope someone out there enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it...Also not sure if I should post it on Ao3???

Well enough of my ramblings on to the story.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Part 1 - Chapter 1

Jon placed his lunch tray next to Kathys’ as he discreetly looked around the lunch room trying to catch a glimpse of his crush. He had only briefly seen him at the mall during summer break and in a panic hid from him behind a rack of clothes. He had regretted not saying hello and had daydreams of himself going up to him, all cool and complementing the brown eyed boy’s pink fluffy hair and then asking him out to watch a movie at the mall theater. Sadly, the daydreams would come crashing down when he remembered his mother placing shirts in front of him and trying to measure him up before heading into the dressing room. It’s not that he was embarrassed of his mom its just, he was wearing sweats and an old hoodie since none of his clothes fit him anymore due to his growth spurt and, well, his mom could be a bit much, sometimes. Throughout the whole shopping trip when she would meet an acquaintance or friend she kept gushing about how quick kids grew and how she wished they would just stop sometimes. Jon would have to bury himself if anyone from school had been exposed to that.

“Looking for Jay?” Kathy asked. Jon looked at Kathy like a deer caught in the headlights and immediately turned red. He sat down abruptly causing his tray to nearly tip unto him. He scrambled to right his milk carton before it fell. Once settled, he sighed and mumbled, “That obvious?” Kathy smirked and bit into her carrot stick making a loud snap. Jon squirmed while opening his milk carton, he took a big swing, pointedly ignoring Kathy’s stare. “Why don’t you just confess?” Kathy asked. “Confess?” Jon spluttered, “He doesn’t even know I exist!” “Jon, you two were in the same history class last year. He knows who you are.” “Yeah. But we never talked.” “Then, how about you talk to him?” That would be so awkward…” Jon bit into his chicken strip. Kathy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Jon smirked and leaned in conspiratorially, “But I have a plan.” “And that is?” “I’m joining the journalism club.” “What!” Kathy yelled in surprise and then moderated her voice when some people who she startled glared at her, “ I thought you were going to join the baseball team this year, since, you know, your not in a cast anymore.” “The doctor has given the all clear and physical therapy is all done. The doctor was very impressed with how quickly I healed.” “Will they even let you do both clubs?” “Yep, I asked!” Their conversation was cut short when a murmur spread through the cafeteria like a wave. The main players of the baseball team stepped through the open double doors, all nine wearing their letterman jackets. In the lead was the most popular guy in school, Damian Wayne. Whose father was nicknamed the Prince of Gotham. Who in turn married an actual princess from some far off land, giving Damian actual royal blood. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him, but from what Jon had heard, guys wanted him too. Damian’s bright green eyes stood out against his brown skin, his gold earring glinted under the florescent light. He scanned the cafeteria with what looked like a sense of boredom. Colin, Jon called him Damian’s second in command, had one arm casually draped around Damian’s shoulders gesticulating wildly with his free hand. The group laughed at whatever the Colin said, but Damian only smiled as he started walking towards their unofficial table. Colin and the rest of the group broke off shoving and cracking jokes at each other while making line to pick up food. Kathy whistled beside Jon, “Now he’s someone who doesn’t know you exist.” “He looks and probably is, conceited.” Jon said offhandedly. “Look at him, he has reason to be.” “Doesn’t mean it’s cool.” “Doesn’t mean he’s not hot.” Jon turned to look at Kathy, but she wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking in Damian’s direction. Jon looked around and noticed that many were doing the same. He dragged his eyes back to look at Damian. The dude sat straight backed, elegantly eating his homemade meal from some fancy lunch bag that was probably more expensive than anything Jon owned, and scrolling on his phone completely ignoring the many eyes staring at him. Colin returned with the rest of the group nudging Damian and dropping his lunch tray with a loud smack, receiving an unimpressed glare in return. Colin smiled and placed a fruit cup in front of Damian. Jon personally didn’t get the allure. The couple of times he had seen Damian interact with others it was usually acerbic. Somehow that did not lessen his popularity and it left Jon dumbfounded. I good person should be good to others and being polite was a given, his Grandma said so and she was never wrong. Jon shrugged and went back to eating his school lunch. The rest could keep Damian he very much preferred Jay.

I hope you enjoyed it! Will post more soon, hopefully.

#damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent #damian al ghul #damian and jon #high school au #no capes au #jondami #supersons #fanfic #fanfiction #should I post on ao3 #first time writing #i hope someone likes it #be gentle

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Quality over Quantity

Billy Russo x reader (aaaand some Frank Castle x reader)

Summary: You miss going to the movies while on deployment. Billy decides to give you a surprise, but it doesn't go quite the way he planned.

Notes: I have no idea how life while deployment is like, so sorry for any errors. But hey, fiction. And in this world Frank haven't met Maria yet. This is the first time writing Frank... and also first time writing a threesome, so be gentle 😅

Also thank you to @thisishellfire for sending this request ❤️

If people like this, I have an idea for a part 2. So let me know 😅🙈

Warnings: Oh God, so many. Fluff, pining, kissing. SMUT! Oral (m and f receiving), fingering (both vag and anal), unprotected sex, anal sex, juices for lube (I know, but I dont think marines carry around lube), double penetration, cock warming. Feelings and more fluff.

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If there was one thing you missed when being away on deployment, it was movies. Sitting there in the dark, eating your popcorn while enjoying a movie. You, Billy, and Frank had talked about what you were looking forward to the most about getting home again. For you, it was a silly little thing like a movie. But that would still be months away. So for now, you were settling for one of Billy’s books.

“Hey there, short stack.” Billy teases as he sits down on his bed opposite yours. Eyes never leaving the book, you just flip him the finger and even though you don’t look, you know he’s flashing you his brightest smile. “Aw, is that how you greet all your friends?”

“Who says we’re friends?” You counter with a smile, eliciting a chuckle from Billy. When he still doesn’t move, you close your book and look at him. “What, Billy?”

“I have a surprise for you.” He’s very excited, practically jumping in his seat. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. You’re about to dismiss him, knowing better than to trust Billy after some of the pranks he’s pulled on you. But when he stares at you with those deep dark eyes, how can you refuse? With a heavy sigh you sit up on the bed.

“Come on.” He holds out his hand and you take it, still confused. He leads you out of your quarters while you make small protests and into one of the abandoned tents on base. “Billy, what are we doin-”

But you stop, speechless at the sight before you. A small, slightly worn couch with some pillows and some crates with a laptop on top. What is this? And where did he even find a couch?

“I know it’s not a movie theater and-” he walks to the couch where he pulls out some water bottles and a small bowl of popcorn and gummy bears. “This is nowhere near as good as the large popcorn you usually devour and the giant soda, but you missed watching movies, so.” He shrugs, smiling softly.

“Billy, I…” You don’t even know what to say. This is really so sweet and so unexpected. Half expecting it’s all just a prank because of what you told him and Frank yesterday, you’re weary about sitting down. Billy, who clearly senses your apprehension, walks up to you, his smile faltering a bit.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” He looks away, about to walk out of the tent when you stop him.

“Thank you. It’s really sweet of you. It’s just so unexpected.”

“I can be nice, you know?” He says with a grin, that perfect boyish smile of his that always make you weak in the knees.

“Okay, so…” He sits down, powering up the laptop while you join him. “I borrowed this from Stevenson, but she only have a few movies saved on this one and she has a horrible taste in movies.” Billy makes a horrified face that makes you laugh as he opens the folder. “There’s a chick flick, some drama or that Gray thing. Could be horror.”

When you see one of your favorite films, Dorian Gray, you squeal with joy, only confusing Billy. “Are you kidding me? Dorian Gray? I love that movie! Ben Barnes looks so good in that one.”

You do a little excited dance in your seat, and you can tell Billy have already regretted doing this for you. But as he sees your smile, he just rolls his eyes and start the movie.

It’s barely been a minute before you sigh softly. Billy chuckles beside you, clearly finding it amusing how attracted you are to the man on screen. But you haven’t been on a date in ages, haven’t had sex in months, so could he really blame you?

“He is so cute.” You sigh, stuffing another gummy bear into your mouth. If only there were men like him in real life. Well, the things Dorian does are questionable, but the hotness would be great. Billy shift beside you, causing you to look at him. He actually does look a little like the actor, if he grew out his hair and removed the beard. And well… If he was younger. “You look a lot like him, actually.”

“Oh, so you think I’m cute?” He smirks, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh, shut up. You know you’re gorgeous.”

You don’t even have to look at him to know that shit eating grin of his is there as he is staring you down. You just ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking at him again.

28 minutes into the movie is the scene that always leave you yearning. There’s something about the look in Dorian’s eyes that would make you do whatever that man asked of you. Without even thinking, you clench your legs together with a heavy sigh.

“If anyone ever gave me that look, I’d suck their dick in a second.”

“Really?” Billy asks curiously, turning his body slightly towards yours. But you don’t even notice, to focused on the screen. A soft ‘yeah’ leave your lips, the yearning palpable. It’s been months since you were with someone and in this moment you don’t even care if Billy thinks you’re pathetic.

You feel him shift beside you and when you look at him, Billy is giving you the same look as Dorian. Eyes dark with desire, full of promises of all the pleasure to come.

“What are you… Wait, do you want me to…?”

With a smile, Billy starts to unbuckle his pants. You stop him, your hand gently moving his away. Your hand travel along his waistband, unbuttoning his pants with ease. Slowly, you pull the zipper down, your eyes never leaving Billy’s.

Your finger digs under his waistband, pulling his pants down with ease. Billy’s cock springs free, already hard and leaking precum. His dark eyes watch your every move, as you fall to your knees between his legs, gently pushing them apart before your hand grip around the base of his cock.

Billy lets out a sigh, his right hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as you slowly run your hand up and down his shaft. He leans back, his eyes shut in pleasure, as you lick up the length of his cock. His hand in your hair tightens while his free hand grips at the couch, his dark eyes now opens as he focuses on your tongue sliding around the head of his cock.

“How the movie-” Frank’s voice interrupts you and as both you and Billy look to the opening, Frank is rooted in place, shocked over the sight before him.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Billy asks, his voice soft but demanding, his hand in your hair pulling your attention back to him. Well aware that Frank is staring at you, your face turns bright red as you once again focus on Billy’s aching cock.

His body shudders with pleasure as you take him into your mouth, his heels digging into the floor to keep him grounded. You take his cock deeper, drawing a sweet moan from Billy’s lips. Your tongue dance over his heated skin, drool slipping past your lips and down his throbbing cock.

Billy looks to the side, seeing Frank still standing in the doorway, staring intently at the way you work his cock. “Enjoying the show, Frankie?” Billy moans as you take him to the root, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Frank breathes out, his hand travelling to his cock to adjust himself. His eyes linger on you when you pull back, until only Billy’s tip remains in your mouth, lightly sucking the head. Your eyes find Billy’s, a mischievous grin as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

“Good girl. Sure you don’t want in on this, Frankie?” Billy tears his eyes away from yours, looking into Franks eyes. Swallowing hard, he turns and close the tent door, making sure no one else could enter. Slowly, he makes his way over to the couch, his eyes never leaving your mouth working Billy’s thick length.

Gripping your hair, Billy pulls you off his cock, his free hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so good baby. Now, get your ass onto the couch.”

“Wait.” Frank stops you once you’re on your feet, quickly removing your pants and underwear. With the help from Billy, they get you onto the couch, Billy claiming your lips in a heated kiss as Frank kiss down the column of your neck. Working in sync, they remove your tank top and bra, leaving you naked between them.

Billy’s mouth soon joins Franks, peppering kisses on your soft skin. He moves down your body, now his turn to be on his knees in front of you. Placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, he watches as Frank kiss you hard, your hand traveling to the bulge in his pants.

“Why don’t you show Frank how good you are with that mouth, baby girl, while I take care of you?”

Frank unbuckles his pants, making quick work at removing them, revealing his thick length. You grin, tongue running over your lips before placing them around the head of Frank’s cock. He gasps at the feeling, been months since he’s felt the touch of anything besides his own hand. His brown eyes watch you intently as your mouth encircles him, sucking gently.

“Feel good, Frankie?” Billy ask with a smile, as he place a tender kiss on your mound. You gasp around Frank’s cock, moaning as Billy’s tongue lick up your slit. He gives a low growl, and his tongue flicks out to taste her again. His tongue works against her heated sex, tasting, sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh. Billy push two fingers into you, working you open as you suck Franks cock with greed.

Franks hips buck into your mouth, driving his cock deeper into your throat as his hand grips your hair, holding you in place. You gag around his length as Frank continues to thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby doll.” He gasps, his eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of your warm tongue on his cock. “So good. You’re so good.”

You moan out loud, having never felt this good before. Billy’s fingers keep hitting that sweet spot inside you and his talented tongue helping, bringing you closer to the edge. Frank’s free hand cups your cheek, caressing you as he whispers soft praises over how well you take his cock.

It only takes a few more flicks of Billy’s tongue before you come, Billy’s name falling from your lips as you come undone. He works you through it, kissing and licking softly as you come down from your high. He looks at Frank, the two of them exchanging a smile.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank praises, his thumb rubbing your cheek in soothing circles.

“So perfect.” Billy follows, kissing your thighs before looking up at you.

“B-Billy…” You whimper, your breathing still strained. Billy’s hands caress your thighs, his lust blown eyes locked with yours. “What is it, baby?”

“More.” You pant, your pleading eyes darting between Billy and Frank. “I need more…” You whisper. Billy’s eyes widen and he looks at Frank with a smile.

“What do you say, Frankie? Should we give her what she wants?” Billy get up off the floor, kneeling on the couch beside you. His pants hand loose on his hips, his throbbing cock begging for attention. but he tears your gaze away, looking into your eyes as he gives you a soft kiss. “You want us both, sweetheart?”

“Yes… Please.” You whimper. Billy sits down on the couch, pulling you in to straddle his lap. Frank walks up behind you, brushing the hair away from your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. Billy’s hands squeeze your hips gently, pulling you closer against his erection.

With just a glance, Billy and Frank come to an agreement. Frank’s fingers gather some of your juices, one of his thick digits pressing against your tight hole. You gasp at the feeling, but soon forget as Billy start rubbing your clit. As Frank continues to work your ass open, Billy makes sure you feel good and relax for them. You come hard, his soft-spoken praises in your ear once again bringing you over the edge.

“What do you say, sweetheart? You ready for us?” Billy asks tenderly, his smooth voice causing you to shiver. Frank’s hands caress your hips, waiting for you to speak. They patiently wait for you, not wanting to move before you do. You nod, cheeks flushed red as you feel both men’s gaze on you.

Frank leans in, his breath ghosting over the soft skin of your neck, placing a soft kiss just below your ear, before he hums. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Please.”

Delicately, almost like they’re afraid you’ll break, Billy lift you up, lining his weeping cock up at your entrance. Slowly he lowers you onto his aching length until he’s fully sheathed in your velvety heat. You shudder above him, gasping as his thick cock stretch you open.

“Fuck, Billy.” You gasp out his name, bracing yourself against him as he pulls out and thrust back into you. Lost in the feeling of him, you forget about Frank until he chuckles softly behind you, patting your ass playfully.

“You forgot I was here, beautiful? Does Billy’s cock feel that good?” He nipples at your ear, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. Your whine is all the confirmation they need, a happy smirk forming on Billy’s beautiful face. Billy gestures to Frank, pulling you closer to make more room for him. Frank takes the hint, gathering up some of your slick and his own spit, wetting his cock.

“This may hurt, sweetheart. Just breathe.” He coos, lining his cock up at your tight entrance. You tense for a second, but forget it all when Billy claims your lips in a passionate kiss. His finger on your clit distracts you, making you relax as Frank push the head of his cock inside.

You whimper as Frank push in slowly, taking his time. Billy leaves a trail of kisses down the column of your neck, whispering softly in you ear of how good you are while Frank caress your back, easing into you. With some patience, Frank push himself all the way to the hilt, growling as he bottoms out.

It’s all too much, both of them fully sheathed in you, their throbbing cocks stretching you open. Billy’s fingers still dance over your clit, their free hands caressing your curves.

“You okay there, baby?” Billy ask, his eyes fixed on your even though they are closed from pure bliss. With a barely audible yes that makes both men grin, they start moving.

Moving in sync, the men breathe hard against you, both of them thrusting into you faster. You’ve never been more full, more satisfied in your life. Throwing your head back against Frank, he kiss your neck, fucking you harder.

“Nah, Frankie. She’s mine.” Billy breathes out, thrusting deeper as he cups your cheek, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You moan against his lips when suddenly, another wave of pleasure wash over you. With Billy’s name on your lips, you come harder than you’ve ever done before.

Billy feels another wave of pleasure at how vulnerable you look. Usually you’re strong, independent and feisty. But now, in this moment, you look so small, delicate. Completely at their mercy and honestly he’s never wanted you more. Your cheeks flushed, eyes clouded with lust and tears in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure you feel from them both.

“Fuck!” Frank grunts from behind, gripping your hips so hard its sure to leave bruises as he buries his cock in you, spilling his hot seed in you. The sight of Frank’s face torn in pleasure and you moaning out their names in bliss, is too much for Billy. He throws his head back as he gives in. He comes hard, filling you with his cum as your name spill over his lips.

You stay like this for a moment, only the sound of your shared breathing filling the tent. You’re slumped against Billy, his cock still throbbing inside you, as Frank stand panting behind you, hands loosing on your hips. When Frank pulls out slowly, you open your eyes only to see Billy with his shut with the biggest smile on his face.

When he opens his eyes, his dark orbs find yours. His eyes are softer now, the way he’s looking at you different than before. But even though you secretly like Billy, you dare not hope, knowing how he is with women.

But what you didn’t know was that for the first time, Billy truly saw you. Your cheeks red, eyes still unfocused and your hair a mess. But most of all he saw your smile. God, you’re truly beautiful. Your eyes find his, softer whenever you look at him than with anyone else.

Sensing the shift between you and Billy, Frank picks his pants up from the floor, the action causing both you and Billy to look at him. Suddenly you feel guilty over the attention you’ve given Billy, never wanting Frank to think he wasn’t wanted.

“Frank, I-”

“No need to worry about me, baby.” He give you a boyish smile as he close his pants, closing the gab between you. “I still had fun.”

Giving you one last soft kiss, he begins to walk away, but turn hallway to the tent opening. “Besides… I got this girl at home I’ve been wanting to take on a date. Quality, you know.”

He gives Billy a little wink, before he walks out of the tent, leaving you and Billy alone. That’s when you realize you’re still naked and his softening cock still is inside you. Suddenly you feel very exposed, the confidence from before gone and left only the insecurity you’ve always felt around Billy. You know you’re nothing like the girls be brag about from home. But the smile on his face gives you hope that maybe, just maybe, you’re not just another notch in his belt.

“Even though it didn’t go as I planned, I hope you still like the surprise.” Billy says, gently brushing your wild hair behind your ear.

“I did.” You chuckle, running your hands down his chest, to the little scar on his belly. “What did Frank mean by quality?”

He just smiles, grabbing one of the blankets beside him, wrapping it around your shoulders. Pulling you into his embrace, he kiss you softly before letting you rest against his chest. “Just something Frank told me the other day. And I think I know what he was talking about now.”

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alwaysteveswife · 11 months

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Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: As I said before, I was preparing a special for my birthday because, why not? I'll give you the synopsis below, I plan on it being a bit long, so I won't post it right away 💔 that and I'm doing a daily writing challenge and I have 5 pending lol. Btw, I'll upload another mini shot of Steve half Fluff soon 💕.

Since you were young you always knew that love was not your thing. It's not that you didn't want to love and be loved, but the world made it too hard for you. All the guys you tried to date were first rate jerks, and the ones you didn't were just bored with you for being so insecure when it came to dating. Yes, your love life sucked, but still, every day when you were alone, you would stare silently watching the cloying couples stroll down the street with their fingers intertwined, wishing that, someday, you might find that special someone.

Steve, on the other hand, was almost on the same level as you. After years of trying to get over his first love, Nancy, Steve was completely overwhelmed by what it meant to be in a relationship. He was already 27 years old and couldn't even remember ever having a relationship long enough to call it that, and it had him so depressed. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he was the problem, if this was all fate trying to make him pay for all the mistakes he made as a teenager, trying to find the "why" to something that just didn't make sense or reason.

Both of you hated fate for doing this to you, but, one day, a series of coincidences caused you to join paths in a small movie theater in the center of the city; both, incredulous young people surrendered to love, had no idea of the great change that this coincidence would have in your lives, but what you were sure of was that neither of you would regret this encounter.

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queen-scribbles · 4 months

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Girls' Night In

Creators were revealed for the @kotorgiftexchange, so I can share my piece I wrote! Female Revan, Bastila, and Mission buddyfic, set post-game bc they deserve nice things.

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The hotel façade looming above them reeked of stately opulence, hardly the place you would expect to find a Jedi, let alone two.

And yet, that's precisely where Revan and Bastila found themselves, dragged on a 'girls only' excursion by a very enthusiastic Mission Vao. She did have a point that they deserved a chance to catch their breath after saving the galaxy. And she had managed to sneak them away from all the attention of those who wanted to praise Revan or babysit Bastila. (Despite the latter's protests that close watch was warranted, given her fall and too-recent redemption.) That level of skill deserved some reward.

"Look at that view," Mission gushed, gesturing broadly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city and the sky beyond.

"So, what sort of activities or attractions are there around here?" Revan asked as she joined Mission. It was quite the view, she had to agree.

"Oh. I dunno." Mission shrugged, still staring out the window in awe.

"You don't know?" Bastila parroted from near the door.

"Yeah, I didn't pick this place for the 'local activities." Mission pivoted from the window and flung herself on one of the cushy beds. "I picked it b'cause it's fancy an' I like the idea of bein' pampered a little." She wiggled down in the duvet. "Or a lot."

Revan and Bastila exchanged a look.

"But if you don't know things to do in the area-"

"We don't need to do things in the area." Mission sat up and flipped a lekku back over her shoulder. "There's a pool in the hotel. There's a spa an' fancy restaurant--with room service--in the hotel. There's a theater and arcade and massage parlor in the hotel. This isn't girls' night out, it's girls night in. We're only out in the sense of being out of the Ebon Hawk and out from under the eye of various Republic watchdogs. We can have fun here an' never worry about catching a speeder or getting lost or anything."

"Alright, that does sound fun," Revan said with a small smile at her enthusiasm. "And I can see you put some thought into this."

"Enough to know we have plenty to do without setting foot outside the hotel doors," Mission gloated.

Bastila was quiet, moving off to examine the rest of the suite, and Revan joined Mission sitting on the bed.

"So, how long did it take you to find this place?" she asked, tucking hair behind her ear as she looked around the room. The bed was very comfortable.

"Oh, I actually heard about it before we were done the whole 'savin' the galaxy' thing, it was the using it to relax that came later. Figured we could benefit after... everything." Something flickered in Mission's eyes and she glanced at where Bastila had disappeared, then out the window, before looking back at Revan. "Tell me we didn't need something like this."

"It will be... nice." Pampered opulence was not something usually associated with Jedi, but the thought of a good meal and a massage to deal with the tension of everything that happened on the Star Forge was a tantalizing prospect. "Makes it all the more regretful Juhani didn't come along."

"Hey, I asked!" Mission protested, flopping back on the bed. "She very politely declined, and I got the sense it wasn't a good idea to push." She snorted. "Her loss."

"I hope Bastila manages to enjoy herself..."

"Yeah, I'm kinda surprised she agreed."

As if summoned by the talk of her, Bastila emerged from her exploration and perched in one of the plush chairs near the window. "Mission, these rooms are enormous. Why was... all of this necessary?" She gestured to the whole space.

Mission tipped her head back against the duvet and grinned at her. "The heck of it? B'cause it seemed fun?" She rolled over, nearly knocking Revan off the bed. "Don't tell me you never ever once wanted to stay in a fancy hotel just for the experience."

Bastila's lips twitched, maybe toward a smile. "Not since joining the order; this level of... personal comfort is not something Jedi are meant to aspire to."

"Okay, but you can enjoy it once, if it's dropped in your lap, right? Surely itty bitty Bastila thought about it before joining the Jedi?"

This time there was definitely a hint of a smile. "Perhaps just once..." she allowed, as if in answer to both, then cocked her head. "I am curious how you are affording this."

"Don't worry about that," Mission said dismissively, jumping to her feet. "It's paid for, just enjoy yourself. What should we do first? There's spa, restaurant, theatre, pool, massage..."

"Well, there's a tub nearly the size of a pool in the suite's 'fresher," Bastila said dryly, "so I don't think we need to visit the communal one."

"You're funny, bet you just don't wanna be seen breakin' Jedi dignity to do a cannonball," Mission teased.

Bastila arched a brow, but her eyes were twinkling. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"What I'd like to know," Revan interjected, "is why they have both spa and massage; I was under the impression massage was part of the spa... experience."

"Dunno," Mission shrugged. "Maybe for people who want a massage but not the whole spa shebang, maybe for room service. We can find out; you wanna do spa first?"

Revan and Bastila looked at each other, then back at the twi'lek, practically bouncing with excitement to get this underway. "Sounds like a plan."

"Yes!" She was out of the room like a shot, headed for the lift with a twirl in her step.

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The spa offered an extensive list of services, and it took fifteen minutes of reviewing the options to settle on the ones the wanted. Apparently a bundle of six was "included" with their suite, which renewed their curiosity how Mission had paid for this.

A few idle questions to the zabrak manning the service showed both Mission's guesses had been correct--massage services were offered separate from the spa as a whole both because some people only wanted that, and as an option that allowed for room servicing. But it was also offered as part of several spa bundles; did the ladies wish it included in their experience?

That one was easy to agree upon. Though it did prompt a spirited debate on which type of massage they wanted before the receptionist intervened to point out all the masseurs on staff were versed in all the variations, so they could each do whichever they wished. That got them unstuck, and they moved through the rest of the process with relative ease, all agreeing they should start with the massage.

The receptionist took their selections with a practiced professional smile and showed them to the room where they could change. "I'll get the rest of these queued up," she said, and left without a further word to give them privacy.

"Wow, these are soft." Mission was already taking one of the provided spa robed from the receptacle and caressing the creamy white fabric as she headed for a changing stall.

Revan and Bastila moved a little more slowly--almost reluctantly in Bastila's case.

Revan stopped after retrieving her robe and stood studying her friend. "Everything alright?"

"...I suppose," Bastila said, fingers tracing the dark orange trim on the robe even though she'd pulled herself out of her reverie.

"That was a fairly significant pause," Revan said gently. "Are you sure?"

"It... it would feel odd enjoying this level of comfort regardless, after so long in the Jedi Order. But with the event that occurred, the things I said and did, it feels like being reward for wickedness."

"Then why agree to come? If you saw it that way," Revan asked, shifting her weight.

"An attempt at rebuilding bridges, I suppose," Bastila said with a ghost of a smile. "Despite the fact of what I did being nearly unforgiveable, you all" --she inclined her head to include Mission-- "seem willing to do just that. It seemed only proper I make an effort rather than wallowing in my guilt. I just was unaware of what Mission meant by this girls' trip."

"I think, as long as we view it as a... special occasion and not something to get used to, it's alright," Revan said. "And we aren't rewarding wickedness, we are celebrating victory. Part of that victory is you returning to the light and aiding the Republic forces in battle." She gave Bastila's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "There's no harm in enjoying time spent with friends, after all."

"I second that!" Mission interjected, bursting out clad in the hotel robe. "We're glad you're here, and that's why you're here, y'know?"

"I do take your meaning, yes," Bastila said with a smile. She shifted her grip on the robe. "In that case, I believe we should change so we can be moving along with this?"

"I'll wait for you," Mission promised, only bouncing a little as she leaned against a wall while Revan and Bastila stepped into the stalls to change.

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Meditation was all well and good, definitely helped relax you and reduce stress, but there was something tactile about feeling someone knead the tension out of your muscles that was equally lovely. Revan felt near-boneless when they were done. From the look on Mission's face, she was the same, but though Bastila looked more relaxed there was a lingering sense of... something off to her. It faded as they moved on to other spa activities, however, and was completely gone by the time they got to the mud bath at the end.

"Is it bad I almost don't want to do anything else now?" Revan asked neither of them in particular.

Bastila hummed an agreement.

"Yeah, on second thought, maybe this should've been last," Mission laughed sheepishly. She skimmed one hand over the surface of the mud. "All I wanna do whenever we get out is go lay on the bed and not think about anything."

"We could do the theatre next," Bastila suggested, shifting a little to keep her hair out of the mud. "I caught a glimpse of the marquee; they're performing a Thassian drama known for being... light-hearted and enjoyable. And I believe the timing works out to give us a bit longer here."

"Sounds like a plan," Revan said. "Then dinner after, and we can see where we stand--"

"Stop tryin' to plan every minute of girls' night!" Mission interrupted with a snicker. "Part of the fun is just lettin' it happen and seeing where things go. Plan it too much and it becomes a task."

"But some of the activities run at set times," Bastila pointed out. "Like the theatre. We need to be cognizant of that if we wish to catch a show."

"Eh, we miss one, we can catch the next." Mission wiggled deeper into the mud. "This isn't a battle plan or anything, it's meant to be fun."

"I think Bastila's point is that it's good to have at least a loose schedule in mind," Revan interjected, "And Mission's is to be flexible about the schedule, and both of you are right."

Mollified by her efforts (thank the Force), both settled back. There was silence for a few minutes, aside from the barely-audible music.

"So, how much longer do we have if we wanna catch the next performance of the show?" Mission asked.

"Up to another twenty minutes here before we'd need to clean up and get back in our street clothes," Bastila said after a brief pause. She'd always had the best internal chrono of the group; Revan was inclined to believe her.

"I don't know about you two, but I think I'll be good after another ten," she commented.

"I would also find that sufficient," Bastila agreed.

Mission gave an exaggerated sigh. "I guess that'll be good for me, too."

"If-" Revan began.

"I'm kidding," Mission cut her off. "That's fine. If it wasn't, I'd just stay here an' let you guys go see the show."

"Alright, then. Ten more minutes."

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The theatre show proved well worth pulling themselves away from the spa. Comfortable seats and an enjoyable performance of a light-hearted tale kept them in a relaxed frame of mind. The dinner that followed was leisurely and did much the same.

The only thing to reintroduce a sliver of tension was Mission dodging yet another attempt to find out how all this was being paid for. And even that was more curiosity than real tension.

"Just enjoy it and stop worrying!" she laughed.

"I'd enjoy it a lot more if I knew we weren't doing something potentially illegal," Revan said with a pointedly arched brow.

"We're not," Mission promised. "Swear by... by my favorite blaster. Just have fun."

Revan sighed but let it go, again. Even if the repeated secrecy was making her increasingly curious. She could try again in the morning; maybe once they were done and checked out Mission would be more forthcoming.

They returned to the room after dinner and lounged around for a while talking before going to bed. All agreed girls' night had been a resounding success.

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multifandombitxh · 2 years

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Liar, Liar

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Soft/implied smut

Warnings/plot points: Make-out, teasing, adult themes, pre-established friendship, shy!Eddie, slightly dom!Eddie(?)

A/N: boy oh boy I never thought I'd be back here writing again lol. Eddie has me feeling some sort of way, gang. Please enjoy, I may write a part 2. :) Go easy on me, it's been a few years since I actually wrote anything so I'm a lil rusty lmao

**Reader and Eddie are both adults, please keep this in mind. NOT FOR MINORS.**

It had been fifteen minutes and still no one had shown up yet, leading you to believe that maybe Eddie was pulling your leg. Did he lie about the time for this? You vividly remember him telling you 2:30, so you knew you had it right. And yet, there you were, alone in the dimly lit theater room of your old high school with Eddie Munson.

The last time you were here, you were picking up Mike and Dustin to give them rides home at the request of Mrs. Wheeler. You used to babysit Mike, were friends with Nancy up until about 10th grade, and even babysat Holly once Mike was old enough to not need a sitter anymore. You showed up to the high school with Holly to pick up the boys, shocking everyone in the room with the sweet little girl.

"Who is this little angel?" Eddie had said, approaching the two of you and gently poking Holly on the tip of her nose. You remember how much she giggled, and when she reached out to yank on Eddie's long hair. She was old enough to know better, but you weren't about to scold her for it.

The memory made you smile a bit, remembering back to Eddie's reaction, laughing along with Holly instead of being irritated that she was pulling on his beautiful locks. You recalled him asking when you had a kid, and how much you blushed when you realized he thought she was yours.

It took Mike jumping in to explain that Holly was his sister, and that you were a family friend, before plucking the little girl from your arms to carry her to the DND table. You watched carefully as she toyed with some of his DND figures, shocked at how unbothered he was by it. You could remember a time where he would absolutely lose his shit if Holly ever touched his things. Oh, how times had changed.

This gave Eddie the chance to strike up a conversation with you, using his good-looks and dreamy eyes to convince you to join their next session. You had protested at first, but he reassured you that you didn't even have to play, he just wanted your company. That alone was more than enough to get you to give in, but now you were regretting it.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," You groaned, leaning back in your chair and running your hands down your face. "Eddie, I'm already bored and no one's even here yet. Can I please just go home and pick up Mike when he's done?"

Eddie let out an offended gasp, turning swiftly to shoot you a look of utter betrayal. "You're bored? With me?"

"Yes, Eddie, I'm bored," You repeated, then lowered your voice to mutter, "I don't even know why you wanted me here in the first place."

Eddie seemed to have picked up on what you said, so he crossed the room in quick strides to kneel in front of your chair. He crossed his arms over your thighs and rested his chin on them, looking up at you through his lashes and dark hair. You had to pry your eyes away just to straighten out your thoughts.

"I wanted you here because I haven't seen you since before you graduated," He explained, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"

You thought back to your time in high school, recalling how shy Eddie had been back then. It was well before he was held back for the first time, and he was as sheepish and awkward as ever. Even still, you spent a decent chunk of time with him, seeing as you were a bit of an outcast back then yourself. You found common interests in fiction novels and fantasy books, and he even mentioned the Hellfire club on more than one occasion. It was still pretty new back then, but oh, how he loved it.

"Maybe that's because I grew up, Eddie," You stated, avoiding his gaze. You didn't mean to come off as harsh, just honest- but the comment seemed to strike a chord with him.

"What makes you think I haven't?" He asked, lifting his head. "Just because I'm still here, you think I never grew up?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "That's not what I meant, I just-"

"Just, what?" Eddie interrupted. You met his gaze once more and instantly felt remorse for the comment, seeing just how hurt he was behind the anger. You thought back to your friendship with him again, remembering just how difficult high school was for him, and let yourself soften up a bit.

"Nevermind," You said, "Forget I even said anything. When is everyone else supposed to be here?"

"About that," Eddie said, sucking in through his teeth and offering you an apologetic smile. "It'll probably be another hour."

"An hour?!"

"Yeah, I kind of lied to you before. But I had a good reason, I swear!"

You rolled your eyes and stood from your chair, grabbing your bag and keys off of the table. "I think we're done here, Eddie. I'll be back to get the kids when you're finished."

You were only a few steps from the exit when Eddie managed to catch up with you, grabbing you by the wrists and spinning you around to face him. He all but slammed you back against the door, a loud thump ringing out throughout the theater room. Pinning your wrists beside your head, he locked eyes with you, his chest rising and falling quickly. Even he looked shocked by his own actions. "Just wait a second, please!"

"What the hell, Eddie?" You cried out, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. When had he gotten so strong?

"Listen," He said quietly, "Just let me explain, okay?"

"Start talking, or I'm going to kick your teeth in," You threatened.

Eddie laughed softly, his mouth turning up in a dangerously handsome half smile. You swallowed hard and waited for his explanation.

"I don't doubt that. Look, I wanted to be alone with you for a little while before the rest of the group got here," He explained, "I missed you. I haven't seen you in two years, and I never got to-"

Eddie stopped himself, clearing his throat and letting go of your wrists. Once he realized just how rash his actions had been he took a step back and lowered his gaze to the floor. Despite his shy retraction, you could still see the blush creeping onto his cheeks and forehead. "Forget it, you can leave if you want to. I didn't mean to scare you, or make you think it was going to hurt you or anything. I guess, I dunno, I just missed feeling like I did when you were around, that's all. You always made me feel like I mattered, I guess. But, yeah, just forget it, I won't stop you if you wanna go."

You stood watching him for a moment, taking in his features and trying to steady your own breathing. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get a little excited when he pushed you against the door like that. He was always so soft and gentle by nature, seeing him act up a bit was kind of hot.

"I'm really sorry," He said, unable to bear the silence between you. "For lying to you and rushing you like that, I mean."

"I'll forgive you," You said softly, your tone playful. "On one condition."

Eddie perked up at that, lifting his head again and nodding so hard his hair was bouncing around his shoulders. "Sure, anything. Tell me."

You felt this foreign sense of confidence wash over you, so you gestured with your finger for him to come closer again. Still blushing brighter than a stop light, he took a few steps in your direct. You were still feeling rather excited by his actions, so you draped your arms over his shoulders and met his gaze. His entire body tensed up and you could swear he was holding his breath.

It was always obvious that there was something there, hiding between the lines of your friendship. In a way, you both knew, but back then you were both awkward, weird little teenagers who had no idea what the world had in store for them. Now, things were different- you felt that connection even more strongly- and you were ready to see where it took you.

"Why did you really want to be alone with me, Eddie?" You asked in a sweet voice.

"I- what?" He asked, a little taken aback by your change in demeanor.

"I know you know where I live, and you have my phone number," You went on, "You have for years. You also know I see the Wheelers all the time. You've had plenty of chances to reach out to me and catch up, so why did you want to be alone with me now?"

Eddie stuttered for a bit, trying to laugh off his embarrassment. He knew he had been caught, because everything you said was true; he'd seen you around Hawkins many times, even watched you pick up Mike and Dustin from school before. But he never said anything, because you were always in public, or with others. There was no way he could ever approach you like that to confess his feelings, or even do half of the things he wanted to do to you. The thought alone of his fantasies about being alone with you made him blush and stumble over his words even more so.

"You can be honest with me," You said, "Really. We're alone, Eddie, so why don't you tell me what you really want to tell me?"

With a deep breath for bravery, he finally met your eyes and felt the same rush of confidence that you yourself had felt before. Something about the way you looked at him with hooded eyes and a soft, inviting smile sent his heart into hysterics and his brain into instinct mode.

So, instead of using his words, he decided it best to use his actions.

Eddie leaned forward and pressed the softest, quickest kiss to your smiling lips, lingering there for a moment with his eyes closed afterwards. His forehead was gently pressed against yours, and all you could hear was his labored breathing and his racing heart. He smelled of smoke and ash, with the softest hint of hairspray. Just like you remembered.

As if the kiss had sparked something inside both of you, he was on you in moments, his hands grasping at your waist to pull you in as closely against his own body as he possibly could. His mouth was on yours in a frenzy, leaving you feeling dizzy and intoxicated. You welcomed his advances warmly, melting into his touch and lacing your fingers through the hair on the back of his scalp as he kissed you with a desperation you didn't know he was capable of.

It made you wonder just how much he was truly holding back.

Eddie was quick to keep things moving, nudging his knee between your legs to part them. He was flush against you then, his thigh pressing against a spot that was almost too much to bear. You could feel something pressing hard against your hip and you felt a jolt of anticipation run up and down your spine. His hands left their place on your waist, one travelling under your shirt to grip your bare hip while the other made a home on the base of your neck.

You let out a soft whine when he pressed his thigh harder against you, breaking the kiss for only a moment. He carried on with his movements, teasing you over your clothes and latching onto one spot on your neck. You arched your back against him, your chest pressing into his own and making him growl softly against your neck.

"This," He breathed into your ear, "This is why I wanted to get you alone. God, I've wanted this for so fucking long, Y/N, you have no idea."

"That's all you had to say," You responded, equally as breathless. The hand that had wandered under your shirt was now at the waistband of your jeans, unhooking the button and slipping inside effortlessly. It was almost as if he had been planning this for years, and knew exactly what his next moves would be. In a way, that made it even more exciting, knowing he had thought this through.

You gasped when he ran his middle and ring finger over that ever so sensitive spot between your legs, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down on your lower lip. His rings were cold against your hot skin, making you jump once and writhe against him. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every reaction as he teased and toyed with you. It wasn't like this was the first time either of you had done something like this before; but this was different. With others, it wasn't anything like this. This was more intense, more real.

Eddie studied your features as he rubbed small, soft circles, letting out a quiet moan of his own when you gasped and choked and whined at his every move. He pressed himself harder against your hip, trying to gain some form of friction. You took this as a sign to reach down and graze over his hardness with your fingertips, smiling as he faltered in his movements and let out a heated groan.

"Do that again, and I'm canceling tonight's session and taking you home with me right now," He said, his voice low, rough, and unsteady.

"You say that like it's supposed to stop me," You replied, giving him a gentle squeeze.

With that, Eddie pressed one more long kiss to your lips and stepped away, grabbing his keys and his bag. You took a step aside from the door and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather yourself. Just as you did, the door opened up beside you and a few of the older boys walked in, noisily lost in conversation.

"Hey, guys!" Eddie greeted them loudly, using his jean jacket to hide what was going on downstairs. "You're uh, you're early!"

"Study hall got boring, so we ditched," one of them explained. No one had noticed you quite yet, so you took the opportunity to slowly zip up and re-button your jeans.

"Well, funny story," Eddie said with an awkward laugh, "I actually have to, um, take Y/N home! Her car broke down in the parking lot, so, uh, the sessions canceled today."

"Canceled?? You never cancel! What the hell!"

"Sorry, guys," You said with a shrug from your spot beside the door, "My bad."

Eddie finished gathering his things and gave the guys a few pats on the shoulders with more apologies before making his escape with you. Once you were in the safety of the hallway, he grabbed your hand and began speed-walking to the parking lot.

"My car broke down, huh?" You said with a laugh.

"It was the most believable excuse!"

Once you made it to his van, he opened the passenger side door for you, then quickly ran around to the driver's side. You buckled your seatbelt and tried to hide your excited smile, knowing exactly what was going to happen when you arrived at his trailer. Eddie reached over and placed his hand on your upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry," He said playfully, "I'll go easy on you the first time."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #mywriting

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veilder · 11 months

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Yoooooo! It's been a hot minute since I posted a new prompt, but here's something I've been thinking about for a few days now? Consider:

AU where Cole was born much earlier, back before Hank's career really kicked off. He follows his ol' dad into the police force, joining the DPD the summer of 2035. However, that same year, a freak ice storm takes the city. Hank had been planning to visit Cole in his first apartment, promising him that "the roads aren't that bad, don't worry about it." The next call Cole receives is from Detroit Regional Hospital, asking for a next of kin. Cole rushes there himself, heedless of the horrible state of the roads, to find his father in surgery, a medical android operating. Anxiously, he waits through the night, fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the operating theater.

He receives the news the next morning. Hank had suffered some serious injuries including multiple concussions, and had fallen into a coma during the surgeries. He's told there's no way to know when or if he might wake. The sight of the medical android leaving the theater with the same placid expression on its face as off of the things haunts him long after that night.

For three long years, he's consoled with platitudes of "it might be any day now." For three long years, he visits his father regularly, hoping to spark some change in the man. For three long years, he throws himself into his work, hoping to forget that this was all his fault. That Hank had been out because of him. That he was laid up in a sterile room for years because of him.

And almost three years later, his hard work pays off. His promotion to detective coincides with a surge in deviancy cases. And Cole Anderson, professional workaholic, newly-instated rookie, who's father's big shoes he will fill or die trying, has a proposition for the captain:

"Assign me this case," he demands.

"This is high profile, rookie. The sergeant will handle it," Fowler replies.

"Sir, the sergeant hates androids. I can work with it. Perhaps even mediate."

"Seem to recall you not being a fan either, Anderson."

And Cole grits his teeth, flashbacks of an android in bloody scrubs running through his mind. But he says, "I'm not, sir. But I need…" And here he hesitates, looking away from Fowler's piercing gaze. "… I need something… substantial… at this time of year…"

And the office is quiet for a few seconds more before he hears Fowler sigh. And Cole knows he's won this. "Alright, Anderson. Alright. I'll add you to the case. But Reed takes lead, you hear me? No going off on your own, kid."

Smartly, Cole salutes, knowing when to let sleeping dogs lie. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret it."

"But Reed might," he hears the man mutter as he closes the door behind him.

Cole smirks, returning to his desk and the case files he'd been finishing up. Deviancy, he thinks. Perhaps this is the missing link. The key to proving androids can't be trusted in sensitive situations. That his father's condition was a result of malpractice, not routine. That they, too, shoulder some of the blame.

Two days later, Cole meets Connor. And that is when he knows his theory is right.

Or! The one where Hank is out of commission and an adult Cole Anderson is assigned to the deviancy case alongside Connor and Gavin. Through peril and hardship, the three must learn to work together to solve the greatest mystery Detroit has ever known, or risk letting the menace known as deviancy roam free. And meanwhile, tempers flare, worldviews shift, and all three learn there's perhaps more to life than just being human.

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janeaustenluvr13 · 8 months

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Book recommendations for autumn

Although the temperature outside is shockingly high, I have already stepped into my autumnal state of mind. I can't think of a better fall activity than writing a Tumblr post with a list of books one can read while drinking a pumpkin spice-flavoured coffee while snacking on biscuits and listening to the rain.

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie (or any other criminal novel, preferably read by night while covering yourself in your favourite blanket.)

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen (a brilliant parody of gothic novels and delusional teenage girls, perfect spooky vibes)

Dead Poets Society by N.H. Kleinbaum (gay teenagers study poetry under the most magnificent teacher in entire literature)

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (It's even more cringy than you remember it from your middle school years)

The Secret History by Donna Tartt (Obnoxious terrible characters study antiquity while losing themselves in the process)

If We Were Villains by M.L.Rio (The same as the Secret History but make it Shakespeare-obsessed theater kids).

Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone by Remus Lupin (A classic, as long as you don't live under a rock you've probably read it already, nonetheless it wouldn't be an autumn book list without this novel, although it's a love-the-franchise hate-the-author situation)

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (This book will make you regret not being a posh kid who can afford to go to YALE, it makes the idea of joining a secret society extremely appealing).

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (A broke law student kills a usurer, which is the beginning of an avalanche of disaster. Spoiler, The book ends with him becoming a catholic while dating an ex prostitute).

Little Women by L.M. Alcott (Watch Greta Gerwig's adaptation for an extra fall vibe, the book is wonderful as well. Makes me regret not having sisters).

Jane Eyre by the one and only Charlotte Bronte (Aka why romanticizing Victorian England is an indicator of idiocy).

Persuasion by Jane Austen (A novel that will gaslight you into believing that if you're twenty-seven your bloom is gone, you might as well never leave the house again if you're not married).

Frankenstein (This book freaks me out so much, it's gorgeously written.)

Macbeth (The moral of this drama is to never trust three witches you meet when strolling over Highlands).

Wuthering heights (I could write an entire essay about how superior Mr. Darcy is to Mr. Rochester, but Wuthering Heights still is one of the best novels I've ever read. The spooky vibes are immaculate, it made me want to travel to Haworth during fall).

The picture of Dorian's gray (Dorian Gray would've hated the "aged" TikTok filter.)

The invisible life of Addie Larue (The first line of this book is a summarization of its plot, for the entire novel "A girl is running for her life.", However, we grow to love her in the process).

That would be it. Autumn is one of my favourite seasons, and I can't wait to get the most out of it. I'm sorry in advance for the person I'll become after drinking Pumpkin Spice Latte for the first time this year. May the Christian Autumn Girls rise and sweaty, sun-burned summer preferring children fall.

#fall #romanticizing school #romanticizing autumn #fall books #bookish thoughts #booktok #books and reading #classics #classicalliterature #harrypotter #janeausten #dark academia #academia #aesthetic

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kumamoto-division · 21 days

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Even though the full bloom forecast in Kumamoto had already passed by a few days, the city’s “Hanami” still seemed to yet cease for another visitor…

“Looks like Hanami-san isn’t home yet,” said the reddish-haired boy with a guitar case on his back. He had tried hitting the doorbell a couple of times but there was no response from the resident.

Holding a cherry blossom snow globe in his hand, he tried finding somewhere to lie down the gift so that the birthday owner could receive their gift properly.

“Oopsie~ Kunio kid didn’t tell me that the little birdie is having work today, but maybe he is busy with some gigs at the theater.”

Glancing at his side, standing beside him was a tall man with a usual carefree smile and the iconic shades he always wears.

Honestly, even if Yuuya knew it was certain that this shady dude was someone with an official profile in public, he just couldn’t help doubting whether he could trust him or not —Not only because of his shady look, but also for the fact that he claimed himself to be one of his dad’s ‘friends’…

Suddenly, the voice of a girl from somewhere had joined the conversation.

“Let’s leave what you called [gifts] here and get back, human! ANGE thinks that entity named [Hanami] kinda doesn’t look safe...”

On the screen of Yuuya’s phone appeared a figure of one girl with long white hair and bright red eyes with inhuman white pupils. Her expression seemed to be anxious about something. And despite how real she sounds, listen closely and one might notice some static hidden in between the phrases —Yeah, her voice was actually synthetic, given that the speaker was not really human. Still, Yuuya had got to admit that her speaking had been improving a lot since they first met.

Hearing the mysterious girl in Yuuya’s phone talked, his ‘dad’s friend’ with suspicious sunglasses slightly raised his brows.

“Oh, your girlfriend is tagging along huh.”

And even if his shades blocked him to see his clear expression, Yuuya just felt like his tone sounded a bit like a sneer.

“It’s such a regret~ If this is only a date between the two of us, I’d like to take you to do many funsy together~~ There are loooot of stuffs we could enjoy here in Kumamoto, ya know~?”

“EEWWW The one who should go away are [you], dirty cat! Shoo, shoo! Go away!! You don’t plan to scam my human, do you? You’re always lying even just now!”

“—Hey, stop fighting you two.”

It wouldn’t be good if their bicker got more heat than this, so Yuuya had to interrupt them somehow. Besides, he didn’t have much time to leisure around, actually.

“Alright, then I’ll just leave the present here and get back. I already had an appointment with my clubmates at school, so I shouldn’t keep them waiting for long, should I?”

After finding somewhere that looked like a mailbox, he carefully placed the pink snow globe there and glanced back at his phone’s phone to see that his cyber buddy was now calming down, only with some little pout on her face.

Maybe he was just imagining things but he felt ANGE had been lately a tad bit clingy toward him ever since she told him that there were too many individuals with ‘omnious waves’ lurking around in the D.R.B. —He wasn’t sure what she really meant though, but he’d like to give it some thoughts.

And even if he still doubted many things about her as well, here and now wasn’t a right time to be a skeptic. So, he decided to just leave further query inside of his mind for now.

Thinking so, Yuuya then turned to his other companion.

“And Asebi-san, ANGE is not my girlfriend… However, I beg of you to not be rude to her please.”

Humming a joy melody to himself Hanami Yamamura seemed to dance when he get close to his own residence gave by the starless theater,saying a friendly "hi" or a glow smile to the people who said him "hello" or looked at him with smiles, Hanami was a truly light to anyone in kumamoto city

The "songbird" sighed when he looked at the little box on infront of his door

"uh? What could be this?"-Hanami hummed holding the gift on his hands, looking it closer to him the sapphire eyes has a light when he looked better the snowball

-"how cute!"-Hanami mumbled seeing the beautiful design of a bridge surrounded by cherry blossoms. He shacking it softly and a sweet smile appeared on his face when the pink "snow" seemed to fly around the ball like that seasons where the flowers blooming, that season Hanami named himself after

In that moment several pink petal fall around him and Hanami raise the look

He laughed seeing the fall of the cherry blossoms

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #kumamoto division #happy birthday hanami 2024 #hanami yamamura #nara division #miraitabi #yuuya kanata #ange #Cheshire

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bylerisrequited · 2 years

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May I kindly ask for some things about subtext regarding Mike being LGBTQ+ in some way? Not as like a "Oh Byler will never be canon" sort of way, but in a "I really want to understand this community and I'm fully open to the idea of Byler being canon" sort of way :)

mike has been queer-coded since episode one. just like will has. within the second episode of season one we see mike literally and figuratively hiding el in his closet and then proceeding to have a whole conversation with his mom about how he doesn't "have to hide anything" from her. karen specifically telling mike that he shouldn't hide anything about how he's feeling about the whole will situation while el, a girl, is in his closet. smh. then we get tons of moments where mike is going bonkers off the rails trying to find will. mike was the only one who wanted to do that in the first place. mike immediately dismissing el and pushing her away when he sees will's "body" because he thought that his best friend could be alive. mike never once hesitating when troy suggested that he jump off the cliff, he immediately went for it. he did it to protect dustin yeah but he knew that it was the spot will "died" in. he knew that if he jumped in the same spot will "died" in he'd be able to see his best friend again somehow. mike being the only one awake at the hospital because he wanted to see will and then he was the first one to hug will when he woke up. mike smiling like a lovesick puppy at will during their dnd game at the end of season one.

then in season two we get mike immediately hating max and questioning why dustin & lucas like her so much. love at first sight contradiction? he doesn't believe in it. he also most definitely was jealous of the idea of will liking max as much as dustin & lucas. mike basically biting the parties heads off when they tried to help will after his episode in episode two. mike being the one to suggest that they go crazy together <3 <3. mike noticing when will is quiet quiet and when something is going on with him. mike being the one to notice that will is missing when they're looking for dart. mike immediately going to the byers' house after school to check on will and when he senses danger he forces joyce to let him help. mike using the will™ voice when suggesting that will is a superspy and that they can stop the mind flayer together, cue gay hand hold initiated by mike. mike being the first one to realize what the mind flayer made will do and immediately going to try and stop the guards. michael "it was the best thing i've ever done" wheeler crying his eyes out in the shed. mike's instant look of regret once he forces will to dance with the girl at the snowball.

mike's lip glances and blushing during the movie theater scene lol lol. mike projecting himself through anger onto will which he instantly regrets. mike biking through the rain to apologize to el but not caring about el's anger and how she broke up with him. mike getting scared by the girls lingerie and flustered by the men in the sauna 💀. mike staring gayly at will for the entirety of episode four. what if you want to join another party??!?!?!?!? gay smile ensues fr fr fr fr fr. TWO gay hugs with mike sobbing. "but, lately, i guess i've been feeling... distant from you. like you're... you're pulling away from me or something. and i guess... if i'm being really honest, that's what scares me. i don't want things to change." being said by hopper while we see mike looking back at the byers' house and walking into his house and hugging his mom, parallel to season one when he found will's body!!!! mike, according to lucas, moping around all year after the byers moved away and not leaving his room and only playing nintendo.

michael ignoring will's hug. mike caring more about will lying than el lying. michael acting like he didn't reach out to will but in actuality HE DID because or dustin's "he won't stop whining about it" comment. mike seeing letters as romantic hence why he didn't give will any (that we know of 😉). michael "i feel like i lost you" wheeler!! "cool." "cool." gay smile. triple take btw btw. mike nodding along to will's speech about not being able to say the truth. mike moving away slightly from will when he gets even an inch closer to him at suzie's. GAY LONGING HOMOSEXUAL STARES in the van scene and the WILL™ voice and the smiling and the nodding and the painting and the excitement and the disappointment when told that el commissioned it. mike only telling el ily because of will and then him projecting his feelings for will onto el in the monologue. mike grabbing will's shoulder, superspy parallel!! and saying that they'll stop vecna together. gay ass boy literally. also mike seeing will bathed in sunlight so he views him as a ray of sunshine end of discussion.

this isn't even an actual explanation it's just me ranting about all of the gay things mike does around will LMAO i'm sorry if you wanted something more thought out but i hope this helps

#byler #byler proof #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4

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wnana-oh · 1 year

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To you.

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!human reader.

Summary: you've arrived on Pandora along Quaritch's avatar and manage to escape to join the natives. after the passing of neteyam, you've finally decided on the next move and decide to write him a letter to end your mourning.

Warnings: I didn't cry but may be sad

Notes: I'm out of my delusional stage. Decided to put an end to my hopes of a revival, so here's my letter to boo.

Mom used to tell me to write down my unexplainable feelings. And tonight as I went back to my tent after dinner, yours told me that it was time to put an end to my mourning, in the way I deemed proper.

So I want to tell you, all the things I left unsaid, the thoughts I never spoke, the worries I never shared, the memories I couldn't recal. In a way I'll be done regretting all of those.

I'm happy you found me. I'm happy your family and tribe believed in me after having met your father and the abominations my people did. I'm happy I was able to spend my precious hours alongside the nature I despised so much on Earth. I'm happy you made me love nature, and it's inhabitants, it's ups and downs. Thank you for teaching me your ways and being oh so patient.

I'm proud I stayed true to myself despite all the bullshit engraved in my head. I'm proud I valued life more than survival. I'm proud I knew everything had an end and that the one of my people was so close, escaping to another planet wouldn't save us. I'm proud I fought for you, for this precious world of yours, for this intimate relation you have with it, for everything I didn't understand but respected nevertheless. Thank you for keeping me on the righteous path.

I regret not being adventurous enough. I regret not riding ikrans with you because I was afraid I'd fall. I regret not being tall enough. I regret not being able to connect to Ey'wa. I regret my doubts. I regret not killing the men I should've shot. I regret being weak and not worthy of a warrior like you. I regret leaving Earth. More than I thought I would. I miss its disgusting, self-centered people. I miss its contaminated air, its dying eco system, its concrete walls and floors. I miss my friends, my insane, lunatic mother. I miss its music, the movies, the books, the fictions. I miss the late night walks, the trains, long car rides. I miss every little thing about it. Only because it was my home, because I grew up there, full knowing it was dying, in and out. Only because I am very much alike these disgusting self centered people, the colonizers, hungry for money and youth in a world were even tomorrow is uncertain. I hate that, I miss it so much I cry about it at night. I hate that you never knew about it, that you wouldn't understand the stories I told you, the fun things I did that were unknown to you. I hate the you who doesn't know about phones and theaters, the you who doesn't know France, the States, China... The you who would nod and smile to make me feel understood when you had no idea what I was babbling about. Thank you.

I was afraid your people would turn their backs on me, suspect me, lynch me and leave me to die. I was afraid I'd wake up alone. I was afraid I'd be a burden. But after hearing my story, you protected me as one of yours, made me feel accepted and I'll never thank you enough for it.

Never was I delusional, thinking I'd ever be a part of what you, as a community, were. Never was I delusional enough to think I'd spend the rest of my pitful life on Pandora. Because, I am from Earth. I don't deserve what's yours. I wasn't here because I wanted, but because I was forced to be. I wanted to fight for the right cause and I did. I wanted to be helpful to the right people and I was. I helped and fought for you, I'd do it again. In fact, no matter how many times I have to live this life, I'd still fight for you. As a human. Not as a Na'vi. I don't want to become greedy. I don't want to stay. I don't want to have to live like this for much longer. I finally understand what it's like to be a minority and I'd rather go back to my world than to mourn you forever, hating myself for not being born blue.

Now that the fight is over, there's still a war to win. And I can't believe you won't be fighting again. I can't believe you're gone, that we didn't even try to save you. I know it's nobody's fault, but Quaritch's. Nevertheless I can't help thinking things could have been different. After your burial, I fought with your father. It was selfish. Selfish of me to call him out for letting you go so easily, for accepting that there was no saving you. I got mad at him for going soft, being clueless when he grew up a solider. I cried because I knew things he didn't and was terrified. I yelled at him because he didn't double check Quaritch's body. Because I knew Miles saved his father and was too shameful to admit it. I knew he did, because I would've saved my father too, had it been him. And you know what ? I was grounded for it. I guess I forget who he was for a moment. God I could barley look at him in the eye while arguing.

I miss you. Your brother is taking up your role and is acting somewhat more mature. Kiri has been having more seizures and is always missing. I think she's finding refuge in the secluded areas, where it's quiet. Tuk comes to me a lot to talk about you. She misses you so much. You know I thought about how, if I stayed on Earth I'd probably be in pre med by now. Health is the only thing that matters now back home. I wanted to work in science boosted fashion, creating clothes to heal and protect my weak people. I now find myself wanting to save yours. Wanting to know the body, enough to heal a bullet wound.

When I find a way to travel back to my planet, I want to leave in peace. I want to leave with no regrets. I want to leave, knowing war wouldn't hit your family again. I want to leave, with my people, and for them to never look back. I'd love for us to care about Earth, but I'm afraid it is now too late to stop its decay, or that we wouldn't even try. I want to leave with a smile on my face, and on the faces of the ones I'm leaving behind. Buisness done, case closed. I want to go back home, to die in peace with it. And when I do, I hope, and I'll pray everyday until then, that Ey'wa will allow me to see you again. I can only wish for Ey'wa to let me rest with you.

Next time we'll see each other, I'll ask you first, to surprise you, "Let's go for a walk".

I love you. Today as forever.

I see you. Neteyam.

Thank you.

#neteyam #avatar #the way of water spoilers #sully family #x reader #avatar : the way of water #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic #neteyam x you

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genuineformality · 1 year

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Rules: List ten comfort movies and tag ten people. Or not. I’m not your boss.

Thank you for tagging me @taralkariel! I don’t watch a lot of movies these days, partially because the way our house is set up isn’t really conducive to that, but… I do have some that I think about all the time and bring me joy.

Here are my comfort movies in the order in which I thought of them:

Pride and Prejudice (2005): It’s such a pleasant adaptation. Is the 90s miniseries objectively a better adaptation in terms of closeness to source material? Probably. But this does such an incredibly beautiful job of capturing the essence of the novel and doing some really lovely things with showing the differences in class that exist between impoverished and wealthy gentlepeople which gets missed in a lot of regency romance adaptations.

White Christmas (1954): I love this film. It’s only kind of a Christmas movie, in that it takes place over the Christmas holiday and features the Irving Berlin’s (noted Jewish composer) White Christmas, but let’s face it: it’s really a thin excuse to smash as many completely ridiculous dance numbers together with only the tiniest hint of a plot.

The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992): Another completely ridiculous Christmas movie that I mostly love because it is probably the most faithful adaptation of A Christmas Carol that exists, even with the muppets. Possibly because of the muppets. I have a long, complicated history with Christmas (as someone who is Jewish; as someone whose mother tried to join cults a few times, and as a result, all holidays are weird; as someone with a lot of family trauma that often came to a head around holidays, both the ones we observed and sometimes especially when we were not observing them), but I found an uneasy détente with Christmas and now observe it in a way that makes sense for me and my (non-Jewish) family. So it seems weird that I have two Christmas movies on this list, but I cannot tell you how many good, fond, wonderful memories I have tied up with this movie. Just thinking about it lowers my blood pressure.

Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971): Angela Lansbury, my beloved. When I was growing up, we had a VCR and a very small collection of films on VHS, of which this was one. And this is definitely the one that I wore out through watching and rewatching. It’s such a weird, fun, lovely film.

The Birdcage (1996): Robin Williams and Nathan Lane clearly had so much fun making this. It’s a farce and looking at it any deeper than the surface means that the plot falls apart almost immediately, so you cannot take it seriously. And yet, it has such warmth and heart. I love this film, even though it has not aged well; even though it’s imperfect.

Empire Records (1995): What’s with TODAY, today? This came out when I was entering high school and it was the perfect film for that time in my life and it has remained a favorite ever since.

Auntie Mame (1958): Speaking of films that haven’t necessarily aged well, but are fun, hilarious, and heartfelt. Auntie Mame was a book (that also has not aged well) and was adapted to theater and film about making the best of the family you have and creating family from your friends as well as blood kin. My mom showed me this film when I was still in single digits and I knew then that my goal in life was to be Auntie Mame, the original wine aunt. And you know, I’m not doing a half bad job of it.

Galaxy Quest (1999): It’s the best star trek movie. Fight me.

Mystery Men (1999): It’s the best marvel movie. Fight me.

Persuasion (2007): Persuasion is my favorite Austen novel. When I was in high school/college, I was all about that Pride and Prejudice life, but as an adult (and one rapidly approaching middle age), I feel Persuasion to my core. There is something so incredibly human about grieving the life you might have had; of living with regrets and still living your life with as much integrity as you can; of having a terrible family and bearing with them; and of getting second chances that honestly were probably only available because of your lived experience, integrity, and living through that grief. Anne Elliot is my girl (and I’m actively mad about the Netflix adaptation, despite generally being very live and let live about adaptations being adaptations). Why is this one my comfort movie? Because this is the one that captured Anne for me. Sally Hawkins was beautiful casting and she shines with subtle, understated grace. 10/10, would Anne Elliot again.

Tagging (with no pressure whatsoever): @marycontraire, @saritasoyyo, @totchipanda, @capinejghafa, @whatanybodygets, @pyrrhlc, @tlonista, @feelinglikecleopatra; @jackwolfes; @carolinawrenn; @whimperandabang

#tag games #comfort films

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pinespittinink · 1 year

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🎊 find the word 🎊

got this tag from @authoralexharvey, here we go! my words were flinch, bite, recoil (no cigar with this one somehow), and blood. featuring the usual suspect, The Great Glavenisean Theater.

🔍 FLINCH 🔍

“You know she won’t ever love you,” I say, the words a knife that cuts my own tongue, and Zachary stops dead. Regret curls over me like crushed tin foil as he comes back down the aisle toward me, and I nearly flinch as he stops short of me, gritting my teeth.

🔍 BITE 🔍

She gives me a long, level look. “Falsities placate just as well if not more than the truth, Morgan.”

Not with me they don’t, I think, and bite the tip of my tongue. Claudia shuffles my contract in her hands, stowing it away again and looting around for a pen amid the scattered surface of her desk. “If that’s all, I have my own work to return to.”

🔍 BLOOD 🔍

The curtains swing shut and the audience erupts immediately, getting to their feet. They shower the stage with roses, entire bouquets of flowers tossed at the wall of curtains. I unpeel myself from my seat like a black fly from glass, feeling weak in the knees as I stand up, joining the applause. My heart is pounding like horses on a racetrack, blood still thumping in my ears, but I haven’t felt this exhilarated in years.

for this round (holy shit i have a lot of tags right now) i’m tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @jess-p-edits, @juls-writes, @legiomiam, and @inkingfireplace

your words are: sunlight, lungs, & ribs

#tag memes #tggt excerpt #the great glavenisean theater #my writing

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sanyueqi · 1 year

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「キミは何を望む？愛されたいんだろう？」"What do you want? To be loved, right?" [Natsume S. X Reader]

ACT 1 — "Nice to meet you."

CW : yandere

🗒️: unedited, ooc

Ever since you're a kid...

....you love acting

When you entered middle school you joined the theater club(You joined because the person you like is there)

the person you like turned to you and said—

"your acting is really good!! you're really talented at acting!"

you're glad to hear that...

...so, you keep practicing every day

One day, your mother offered you an audition to become a child actor..

...Shortly after the auditions started, you won and debuted as an actor

Unfortunately, it's not as good as you'd want...

actually, you just want to show your skills to the person you like

....but you got so busy with work that you hardly ever able go to school

"I just want to fall in love like an ordinary people..." That sentence is what you always think when you see romantic movies/anime etc., but considering your status as an actor you can only see it, can't feel it, well for now though

After you think too much about romantic things, You finally fell asleep. Not long after you fall asleep, you hear something... from the bushes. the sound woke you up, you were surprised to wake up in this unfamiliar place. The place...is really a fantasy, the color of the tree trunks is pale white, the thick leaves are blue or purple, And you're lying on the grass which is the color of....just plain green, nothing special.

"..?where..am i?" You wake up from your sleep to sit and wander your eyes around. The sound coming from the bushes turned into footsteps, You immediately see the bushes.

The footsteps grew louder and clearer, giving you goosebumps and stiffening to run away. Huh...a girl? Eh- But that's not a natural girl to look at. Small body, big black eyes, blue pastel hair in half-twin pigtails...Eh... her right hand looks like a chicken leg..

"hey!" you greet and try to approach the little girl. The girl looked at you but didn't answer "excuse me, do you know where this is?" You're starting to feel strange, You feel regret for greeting the person in front of you. Still, no answer at all

Instead of answering, the girl's right hand became sharper. The sharper her right hand, the thinner her left hand. even though she's shorter than you, but yeeahhhh you're still scared because you keep looking at her hands. And then, she approached you slowly.

Of course you're frightened to death, you have never seen such a creature before your eyes. Without thinking, you immediately run as fast as you can.

'Wtf is happening?! Why is she chasing me??'

oh, already feels it's late afternoon, but you keep running and the monster is still chasing you. your lungs feel like they're on fire, your legs are so, so sore. when you're almost giving up you've arrived in front of someone's house, More like a cottage..

The cottage is similar to the usual cottagecore houses through your social media (It's more like this picture)

'someone might be there!'

You ran as hard as you could with what strength you had left, then climbed the stairs and opened the door of a stranger's house.

"AAAAAAAAAA"

"WAHH"

You accidentally bumped into the boy in front of you—More specifically, the owner of the house. "Please help me!" You shamelessly shook the body of the person in front of you. "..ghh- you surprised me..who tf are you?!" The boy pushed you.

knock knock—suddenly there was a knock on the door. You can feel the creature's aura near here. "Im sorry, but please...!"

You panic, and immediately hide behind whatever is near you

'I know this is just a dream, this is just a dream, dream, dream dream' You cover your ears. "How can i help you?" the red-and-white haired boy walked to the door.

"Perhaps you're searching for that (h/c) haired person? She went running that way" he said while pointing towards the forest on the right. After hearing that, the short girl followed his lead.

"that girl is gone, You're being chased by her right?" He turned around. He walked towards you saying "Even though she's gone, but maybe she's still nearby, better you'd stick around a little longer" he held out his hand.

"Okay.."

"Oh yeah, i haven't told you my name yet, haha, its Natsume" He held out his hand. "What's yours?"

"its [name]" you reach out his hand

suddenly the sound of a microwave sounded, calling Natsume to take something in it. "ah.. is the cake ready..?" Natsume walked towards the kitchen, While you sit on the sofa in front of the kitchen. Not long after, Natsume came with your favorite cake and two hot milk to share.

"Thank you.."

"Don't be stiff in front of me, okay?

Natsume gave warm milk to you, without thinking suspiciously you immediately took a gulp. Oh wow the warm milk is delicious, much better than what you are used to making. The slice of cake that is arranged in front of you also looks neat and beautiful, perfect for posting on social media.

"[name], what are you doing in a place like this?" Natsume played with the fork, then he stuck it into his cake. "I'm lost...I initially wanted to sleep as usual, after closing my eyes for a while, I was suddenly in the forest"

"What a pity, you must be exhausted" Even though he said that, his face and tone of voice did not show any sympathy. "This is mysterious forest...and dangerous creatures can appear suddenly, for example like a little girl who chased you here" He suddenly snapped his fingers, and boom! there was a cute little bird in his hand.

You were shock, your fork fell into the plate which resulted in a sound. the little bird flies to your plate, you become weak to move your feet. "Not all creatures here are scary, like that bird" he chuckled. you start to try hold the bird. The bird looks like a chick, only this one can fly. "uhm, by the way do you know how to get out of this place?" That question was so unthinkable for Natsume, who he thought you would compliment him like- 'waaah, you're so cool!, Where did you learn it?" Kind of thing.

"w—what..? how to get out..? NOOO DONT LEAVE MEEEE— o-of course I know!" his face began to sweat, even though it was cold in the room because the window was opened. he stood up and walked towards the exit, he turned towards you "come on follow me" without thinking you followed him.

He held the doorknob then— The entire room became a light pink color for a moment. "You can open this door now" he smiles at you, somehow his smile is strange in your eyes. His eyes also became glazed, like he didn't want you to go.

You opened the door

The door turns out to be the door to your room. Before you left, somehow he gave you a piece of cake that you haven't finished yet. "Thank you! I'm really happy to meet you! Hope we can meet again next time~!"

The boy's face was red, as red as his hair. "I'm also glad to meet you"

you slowly close the door.

"[Name]!!" You feel a paper hit your head. "Hngh- whaaaat?" you also open your eyes forcibly, and... oh no one is there. "uh..? what the heck.." You are surprised, there is no one in your room, even though you just got hit with paper.

You started looking around your room, your gaze immediately fell on your study table. there's a piece of cake..."..?Isn't that the cake I ate in my dream?" Also, if you remember that the voice of the person who called your name earlier also resembled someone you knew last night.

Who else if not him?

📝 : hmmm yeah this is inspired by a song/manga called "dream eating monochrome baku

PLEASE DONT COPY MY WORK. - S

#yandere ensemble stars #yandere

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Did little Lucy ever felt left out because of her siblings? Like they make fun of her in a rude way and she just got up and left the room not even listennig to them apologizing. Like when they constantly called her names

So Lucy was typically the instigator in all of this. She is A LOT younger than her siblings. Story is 8 years older, Blade is 11 years older, and Aster and Iris are 14 years older than her. So It's almost an unfair fight. Especially when she gets to a good speaking age, she's three, so the twins are almost at college. However, there have been some times the older kids crossed the line. And when Lucy gets sad, Kitten gets mad. I have said, while Lucy is a daddy's girl, when she's sick or tired, she goes to her mama.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Lucy, Be Nice

Summary: Lucy is tired of being baby Lucifer

Pairings: the Drysdale kids

Rating: 🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

Lucy quietly walks into the kitchen where you are making snacks. Her chubby little legs just fold up and she sits in the floor. Never saying a word, not even sniffling just sits there.

You turn around when she sneezes to see your baby, unusually quiet, and when you ask what’s wrong, she still sits there. No other kid comes in after her, so it leads you to believe something hurt her feelings.

“Luciana, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not satan.”

Abandoning the snacks you were making, you sit on the floor with her, and she crawls into your lap. “I’m not satan, right?”

“No baby. You are my honey eyed beautiful little girl. You can be a bit of a pain to your sisters and brother, but is it because you want to spend time with them?”

“They’re cool,” she gives you a pout and looks at the floor. Grabbing up your hands, she wraps them around her body, and you try to steady your breathing with how much you’re hurting for her.

“Why did you have me so late?”

“Oh, sweetheart, if I would have had a baby a couple of years after Story, it wouldn’t have been you.”

Lucy ponders this a moment, before turning in your lap to face you. Her little hands petting on your cheeks, “If it would have been me, would you?”

“I wouldn’t be the same mommy I am to you right now. I don’t regret having you when I did. I get to thoroughly enjoy every part of your life, when daddy doesn’t steal you. Mommy wasn’t in the best of places after Story. I was very sad.”

“I’m sad.”

“The older kids were being mean?” she nods her head, laying her own on your chest, and you rub softly on her back. “They called you satan?”

“And Iris wouldn’t let me sit on James’ lap. He’s my boyfriend, too.”

“Lucy.”

“Story gets to sit with Carter,” you clear your throat. And she lets out a sigh. “I love James. He doesn’t call me names. He tells them to be nice.”

“You can come on a bit strong.”

“They’re cool. I just want to be with them.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s go,” you stand up, and pull at her arm into the theater room. And when the older kids see you with Lucy and not a tray of snacks they all straighten up.

“She started it,” Aster says quickly.

“She pulled my hair,” Story adds.

“She wouldn’t leave James alone,” Iris looks up at you regretfully. Typically she doesn’t join in.

“I couldn’t stop her,” Blade tells you.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Drysdale.”

You look among all the kids, and down to Lucy who just stares up at you with her pouting eyes. “Alright, she’s three.”

“Mom,” Iris raises her hand looking at her. “I get she’s three, but she has to stop being so mean to be mean,” for the first time you finally lift Lucy up. Holding her as your daughter makes her argument.

“I’ll admit we joke around and play with her a lot. But she can be downright mean sometimes, too. It doesn’t feel good does it Luce?”

Lucy opens her mouth, but then closes it to pout. Crossing her arms and then she turns to look at you. “They won’t play with me.”

“I do when you’re not being mean to me and pulling my hair.”

“I don’t play, neither does Icy.”

You take a deep breath, “I wanna be mad at you older six. She’s three. And Lucy your siblings are right,” she gasps looking at you and you nod your head.

“They are. Teasing is fine for a bit, but I can’t tolerate being mean to be mean. Maybe you five…seven, James you and Carter are basically my kids. But you seven need to come up with a code word that shows that you’ve had enough, and you want the teasing to stop. Lucy, quit pulling Story’s hair and smacking Blade’s leg.”

“I didn’t.”

“You do. I’m going to get snacks, and we’re going to have a very nice time watching…”

“Princess Bride!” “Ugh.” “Pick a different movie!” “I can’t stand that movie anymore.”

“Right, figure it out. Agree on something for once in your life. Lucy, be nice.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au ask #lucy drysdale #story drysdale #blade drysdale #aster drysdale #iris drysdale #james rogers #carter baizen

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