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hostilemuppet · 2 months

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Brozone & Acquaintances: Fame and Blunders (The Rise And Fall, The Epic Highs And Lows Of Trolltwt) Part Six

split into a new post bc the last one (parts 1-5, crossposted on ao3 (including intermission)) got too long. as always, cowritten by the evil genius @squirrelpatties

cloud guy: infamous leaktwt contributor, with a specific fixation on branch (and to a lesser extent anyone close to branch, but branch is his #1). he got his hands on several embarrassing baby photos of branch, which even jd was concerned about, because "we never published those ones, they were just for grandmas wallet". some of his most well known leaks were "barb was admitted to rehab" "creek got a BBL" and "smidge had a miscarriage" (the latter overshadowing the other two by a significant margin)

sky toronto: egotistical millionaire who bought twitter and changed the logo into a tie. whenever creek posts a new off-the-wall conspiracy theory to his impressionable audience, sky replies that hes "Looking into this..." (theyre oomfs). many of his experimental party supplies have killed a disgusting amount of animal test subjects but that doesnt mean hes not willing to test on trolls. branch almost dies when hes hit by someones neuro-mind-link party popper.

smidge vs barbtwt: several influential barbtwt members with a tie to a certain infamous leaker who shall not be named (they paid him. he didnt need the money he just likes messing with people) get their hands on smidges medical records, initially to prove shes trans (shes not) but they instead learn about her miscarriage. instead of backing off, showing her sympathy and feeling guilty about this disgusting breach of privacy, they coordinate to make this public knowledge the next time smidges name trends. twitter is divided into "smidgetwt supporting her wholeheartedly through this horrible situation" "smidge antis who think 'she had it coming'" and "barbtwt happy that smidge is suffering". this sparks a debate on the ethics of trolls smoking while with eggs, with pro-egg-smokers saying its their body their choice and anti-egg-smokers saying "are you out of your damn mind". this is how smidge reveals she is simultaneously pro-egg-smoking and pro-life. its a bloodbath. she drops off the face of the internet never to be seen again........ unless 🤔

cloud guy (part 2): after years of providing the public service of "making branchs life miserable", cloud guys twitter account (and IP) is sadly permabanned when poppy demands sky toronto take action the third time branch is doxxed. sky toronto originally didnt care but after a solid week of her pestering him, he gave up, but only because he forgot to take "no doxxing" out of troll twitters TOS, and the backlash would be worse than hes willing to deal with right now. sleep well, soldier 🫡.

dante vs poppy: dante is branchs stalker. routinely stakes out by branchs pod to take photos of him for his shrine. its not a sex thing but whatever it is is way weirder than a sex thing. branch has moved pods 3 times but dante always manages to find him. perhaps he has friends in high places? regardless of the "how", the "what" is poppy wants him fucking Gonezo. unfortunately dante, as an ambassador for classical trolls, is not under poppys jurisdiction of pop trolls. she decides the only way to deal with the "rando stalking my partner" situation is to catch him with one of branchs traps. except, dante can fly, so rope traps arent effective and poppy needs to get creative and potentially very violent. she asks branch if he still has those spikes she begged him to take down. he does but he repurposed them as hat racks. now he needs to find somewhere else to put his hats!

gus tumbleweed: lowtiergod-esque fighting game streamer whos known for yelling and screaming at his opponents when he loses. he goes into long, drawn out, nonsensical similes and metaphors to describe how much he wants the player who beat him to kill themself or otherwise die painfully

tiny (in game chat): git rekt f4gg0t gus (on mic): someone outta hog tie ya and hang ya up in the middle o town like a pinata caught sleezin with the mayors daughter tiny (in game chat): bro

is invited to take part in a tournament for charity during pride month. when beaten by a gay guy he regresses to violently homophobic hatespeach. youd think thisd be a career ender but its amazing what "pretending to be attracted to your fellow straight male friends" can fix! he makes a halfhearted comment about thinking one of his streamer friends is handsome and/or has a nice ass and everything is back to normal, and he faces zero consequences for his actions.

holly darlin: fellow twitch streamer, although in different circles to gus tumbleweed. she is undefeated at chess but otherwise unremarkable, yet because shes a woman everyone hates her. after a year or two or constant hate she decides "fuck it" and commits to selling snake oil. the hell are they gonna do? call her a whore? shes already got every variation and misspelling caught in autofilter, buddy. she peddles for the same company that supplies the diet pills satin and chenille hype up on their podcast. its how she and satin meet. theyre lesbians now. it makes the hate holly gets SOOOOOO much worse but satins used to it so shes unaffected. chenille gets no say in the matter

synth: third and final twitch streamer (...so far). the gay guy who beat gus in a tournament for charity and was met with violent hatespeach. beforehand was one of the smaller creators in the tournament but afterward he blew up a lot more. he does a lot of charity streams, mostly for the benefit of disabled children, out of the goodness of his heart and NOT the glory like some OTHER trolls mentioned two paragraphs previous. hes just a good guy! also almost had a thing with branch when they were both confused about each others identities.

synth: today marks a year since i almost kissed a very attractive twunk in pop village and then found out he was a lesbian who thought i was a lesbian minuet: gay culture

broppy: theyre doing great! absolutely NO problems whatsoever! im sure it will last forever!

#text #twitter drama au

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imprettytired · 1 year

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Hi! This is my mammon centered Obey Me! Fanfic

This is also a cross post on my Wattpad (PrettyTired8) and my AO3 (which I don't have yet but it will be crossposted when I get one! Update: I have one it's ImPrettyTired)

If you enjoy please like it helps me know if I should post the next chapter.

Tw mentions of disorder eating, drinking, self harm, and arguing.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 1-

When Mammon heard someone banging on his door he knew it wasn't good. It was never good. He felt a throbbing headache as each bang only seemed to amplify the pain. Whatever was being said to him was muffled and unintelligible and yet he knew exactly what was going on.

He tried to tell whoever was outside the door to stop, though for a split second it had seemed as if he had lost his voice. The smell of alcohol hitting his nose as attempted to say something became a clear indicator that he was just hungover.

Finally after a few seconds he croaked out:

"I'll be down there in a minute."

His throat burning as he said it. He hears the footsteps fading as he forces himself off the bed. His lights nearly blinding him when he turned them on.

Mammon decided to take his sweet time. He knew some sort of punishment awaited him so why not? It would only mean less times with his siblings and is that really a bad thing? It might be better if he skips breakfast entirely.

He stood in the shower trying desperately to distract himself, he felt all the terrible thoughts he tried to erase come back to him

"Worthless"

"Greedy"

"Scummy"

Any attempt to silence the voices only made them grow louder.

"Die"

Hits his head with a closed fist a few time. It hurts but it helps him get out of his head, even if it's for a short while.

He finally gets out of the shower and begins brushing his teeth hoping to get the alcohol smell from his mouth.

He puts on his RAD uniform, and heads down stairs

He feels his brothers eyes on him as soon as he walks in. He didn't look up as he didn't want to look at his family.

"Look who's finally awake." He didn't bother with a response

"Could you have taken any longer?"

It was Satan who sounded quite annoyed at Mammon's arrival

"Yes, yes I really could" he thought.

"I was just tired"

"Tired? Or hungover?" Said Asmo.

"Can I not be both?" He thought while glaring at his shoes.

"Just tired." He mumbled

"Are you hungry? You weren't at dinner last night." He looked up, it was Beelzebub, his younger brother.

"Oh fuck" he thought. He forgot he didn't have dinner last night

"Nah I ain't hungry, and I ate while I was out. You can have my food if ya' want"

That was a lie of course unless alcohol counts as a food in that case he had a full course meal.

"Thanks!" Beel beamed.

The room was filled with silence once again

"I'll see ya' later"

He walks out not wanting to make things worse for himself. As he was leaving he hears the room fill with laughter and conversation once again almost as if he was the issue.

His mind racing with only negative thoughts as he heads to school.

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Mammon doesn't really enjoy school. He doesn't see the use and even if he did, he can't get himself to do the work.

Being hungover and hungry doesn't help much. He placed his head down as a useless attempt to relax himself.

"Mammon" his teacher calls out

"What?" He snapped, though he didn't mean for it to come out like that.

"Can you try to be like your siblings and answer this? Correctly?

He heard stifled laughter from the class

He looked up at the board. He actually know the answer but hates the snarky remark that come with the question.

So he chose to put his head back down and pretend that the teacher wasn't talking to him.

"You know that's better than most answers I get from you" he heard the teacher mumble.

Even when sitting in the back he could still hear.

He chucks the pencil and it barely misses the teacher hitting beside him he gets up and walks towards the teacher

"Say that again you piece of-"

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Sometimes Mammon feels as though he doesn't think about the consequences of his actions

If he steals something he could get punished, if he takes out a loan that he knows he won't be able to pay back, he'll probably have to deal with someone who wants their money.

And he tries to fight his teacher for "no apparent reason" he would have to answer for it.

Mammon now stood in the student council room, looking everywhere but the two people in front of him.

"Mammon do you have anything to say for yourself" Diavolo said calmly but clearly annoyed.

"I never liked that class."

"Mammon just because you dislike the class does not give you the right to try and fight your teacher" said Lucifer, trying his hardest to not slap his brother right then.

"Maybe he shouldn't had said nothing "

"Look Mammon you seem stressed, if you truly hate the class that much we can get you placed in a different one, but I expect you to apologize" Diavolo said.

"I'm not apologizing." He watched Diavolo and Lucifer grow more inpatient at his childish act.

Mammon wanted to be anywhere but in this room

Mammon started walking away. He heard his brother telling him to come back but he kept walking out.

"If it bothers ya' that much you can say sorry for me" then he left.

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Mammon now sat by himself on a rooftop. It was the best place to be alone with no one to bother you. He goes up here to be alone. After leaving RAD he sat up here and thought about everything. He skipped his last classes and it was now after school. There's some people leaving while others staying for club activities.

Which reminded him that he has a student council meeting today. Which only added to his growing frustration.

He should apologize to Diavolo. Not because he feels bad but he would rather avoid dealing with his older brothers anger for what he did. Lucifer will still be absolutely livid but it may help a small bit if he says sorry before he gets home.

He remembers why he was drinking yesterday. He had broken some stupid vase and while normally he he was just as annoyed with himself as everyone else

He laid down, recalling the previous day.

"Why couldn't you have just watched where you we're going you idiot" mammon thought as picked up the pieces of the vase from the floor

"Why do they keep you around if you keep doing stuff like this?" He was now clutching at the pieces in his hands. It must have been to hard though as they began to bleed, but instead of being he was quite calm. Then he decided to go out for drinks.

He then remembers how he has behaved today. Not like his usual self. He doesn't want anyone to worry.

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He stood in the doorway and watched everyone get ready for the meeting.

"Lord Diavolo?"

"Oh Mammon I just sent Lucifer out to do something" with his signature grin almost as if he had forgotten their previous exchange

Or as if he was trying his hardest to hide his irritation.

"I'm sorry"

"He should be back soon though" Diavolo said slightly confused.

"No I'm sorry for leaving while you were talkin' and for getting so upset, I just didn't want to admit you two were right"

"Oh"

Everyone in the room seemed genuinely caught off guard by his apology. Then Leviathan began laughing.

"Are you saying this to avoid Lucifer's punishment. You know that's not gonna work right? You idiot."

Mammon caught himself before he could yell back.

"Can I not be sorry? I admit I was wrong am I not allowed to?"

The room was silent once again.

"I'll apologize to that teacher later but I don't think he wants to see me right now."

"I'll accept your apology." Diavolo said while patting his back.

Then Mammon sat down and looked around his eyes landing on Lucifer walking into the room towards Diavolo. He has no clue how long he had been there. Secretly hoping he didn't hear the apology, but judging by Lucifers eyes landing on Mammon during whatever Diavolo was saying to him he seriously doubted that.

He stared at his hands for the rest of the meeting.

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His punishment wasn't nearly as bad as he expected. Sure the lecture was long and being hung upside down was uncomfortable but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Guess apology might have helped more than he was expecting.

He sat in his room with a knife in his hands he wanted the feeling he got when the glass was had cut his hands. he wants to feel happy.

Or at least he wants to feel something

"This is so stupid" he thought as he stared down at the knife. "I'm really stupid" he made three cuts: one on his palm, one on his wrist, and one on his upper arm. He had only ment to make one yet the feeling he got drove him to make more.

It hit him what he had just done as he quickly started to wash his wrist and the knife and place bandages on the cuts.

He turns off the lights and crawls into bed. He wasn't going to sleep though. He began to cry and only stopped once he fell asleep.

He forgot dinner again.

#omswd #satan #asmodeus #belphegor #beelzebub #diavolo #obey me leviathan #mammon #obey me #mammon angst #swd mammon #obey me lucifer #shall we date barbatos #swd diavolo #swd beelzebub #swd leviathan #obey me shall we date

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yell0w-jacket · 1 year

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i keep going ��ok thats all the things i forgot to post on one website and not the other” and then remembering that i am actually extremely bad at crossposting, this is almost a year old (thank u to @jaegershund for helping me with the dialogue)

anyway kerrian deserves a medal for not murdering emmanellain

#ffxiv

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Use Your Words

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: A safe word is the signal that lets your Dom know when you've hit your limit. Is Adrian Chase really so good at Doming that you forgot what it is? (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+

Author Note: Afab reader but no pronouns used. It's time for Smut! Saturday Smut! I was thinking of making this a weekly thing. Smut Saturday's! What smutty things would y'all like to see in my stories? While I've got plenty of ideas on my own, I'd love to hear what y'all think and what ideas you'd like to see! Feel free to send them in asks, DMs or comments!

CW: Smut! Everything is consensual. Oral sex (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), forced orgasms, begging, mention of consensual non-consensual play. Light BDSM Play and Light Dom/sub play is probably the easiest way to describe it.

Word Count: 2,421

It happens sometimes.

The moment gets so intense that pleasure overrides all senses, the wave of endorphins and serotonin whisks away all rational thought and logic.

But rather than recede, the feeling keeps building. And building. Until the wave crashes over you again, making your limbs tremble and your eyes squeeze closed.

And it still doesn’t stop.

Time had no meaning anymore as you laid at the bottom edge of your bed, Adrian kneeling on the floor in front of you. He brought you back to that wave of pleasure repeatedly until you were seeing stars, almost hyperventilating and your body was convulsing. It was overwhelming you now, and not in a good way.

You opened your mouth to say what you needed to say, but the feeling of Adrian’s tongue swirling around your extremely sensitive clit made you scream, your body writhing under his strong grip. You came again, and a few more flicks of his tongue later made the next orgasm after that happen a few seconds later.

That’s when it happened.

You forgot the safe word.

You were over your limit, and you forgot your damn safe word.

It wasn’t anything complicated. The two of you knew well enough to keep things simple. Traffic light colors. The non-verbal signal was just as simple. Three firm taps on his arm or leg if your hands were free, like they were now.

Right as you were moving your hand to tap out, you felt his fingers probing back into your throbbing pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

Then you realized also forgot the non-verbal signal.

Shit.

Overstimulation during sex wasn’t quite like being overstimulated in other ways. It was a barrage of feelings, just like the regular kind, but regular overstimulation quickly becomes unpleasant. Sexual overstimulation still feels insanely good even once the pleasure becomes painful. While you wanted it to stop, you also didn’t want it to stop, so your body was not wanting to cooperate with you.

Letting go of Adrian where you had been holding onto his hair and onto his arm, you reached above you to grab onto anything you could. You managed to grab onto two handfuls of the bed and started trying to pull yourself away. Adrian didn’t have as tight of a grip on you as he normally did, so you were able to pull yourself up the bed some.

You felt his lips and fingers leave your pussy, but there was little time to be relieved. Adrian hooked his arms under your legs, took hold of your ass and dragged you back down to him. His mouth eagerly latched back onto your clit, sending shockwaves through your body as you felt another orgasm quickly build.

How he was so good at this, you’d never know. Normally, you weren’t complaining. Even now you weren’t really complaining.

“Fuck!” you screamed, back arching off the bed as Adrian increased the suction and you came again.

Oh, sure, you could remember that word, but still not the safe word.

Grabbing ahold of the comforter, you pulled yourself up the bed again, this time squirming under his grasp when he tried to pull you back. You managed to crawl backwards before Adrian grabbed one of your ankles to prevent you from going any further. Looking down finally, you saw you had actually made it further up the bed than you thought. Adrian had one knee up on the bed now, one foot still on the floor and he was leaning over to hold onto your ankle. He was looking down at you with an intense gaze, pupils blown wide, and a smirk on his lips. It was almost predatory and somehow made you ache despite everything his tongue had just put you through.

You tried to squirm backwards, but he held onto you tightly. You started batting at the hand holding you with your other foot, but he easily caught it with his free hand.

Now Adrian had both your ankles pinned to the bed. He fully climbed up onto the bed then as he brought your feet together. Then, lifting both of your legs to one of your shoulders, he made his way up the bed to you on his knees. He stopped once the curve of your ass was flush with his hips. He moved one of your legs then, so you had one over each of his shoulders. The movement of your legs parting allowed his hard cock to rest right against your pussy.

He thrust against you, the length of his cock rubbing up over your clit. You gasped, your body spasming under his at the contact, still extremely sensitive. You grabbed above you again and found you could just reach the headboard. After you grabbed it, you tried to pull yourself away again, but Adrian was having none of it. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back towards him.

The safe word or signal still hadn’t come back.

Before you could try to crawl away again, Adrian pushed your legs down towards your chest, his grip firm and bruising in the back of your thighs. When he had you nearly bent in half, and at such an angle you couldn’t scoot away anymore, his head dipped back down to your pussy.

Running the tip of his tongue along your outer lips, he made a shiver go through your body. Trying to struggle away from him had given your body a brief respite, letting your sensitivity come down some. You hoped it might be enough to let your brain settle back down. You still needed to remember the safe word. Adrian wasn’t going to stop eating you out until you said the word or did the gesture.

The sensitivity had only pulled back enough from the edge of overstimulation, so it wasn’t quite painful anymore. Instead of your brain settling down though, it felt like everything he did was heightened now. As Adrian’s tongue softly ran through your folds, the warmth of his tongue felt so good on the tenderness caused by his attention and orgasms. You found yourself moaning deeply as he probed his tongue inside you.

You felt him groan against your pussy as his tongue started swirling just inside you, soon darting in and out of you, as if completely enamored by your taste. Which you knew he was. Normally this level of eating you out was accompanied by all sorts of talk about how wet you were and how good you tasted. To be fair, he had started out talking like that, like he always does. But this time, not very long in, he had asked if you remembered the safe word. When you said yes, he said “good,” then dove into your pussy like a man possessed. You weren’t sure what triggered it aside from Adrian being horny and hyper-fixating, and normally you wouldn’t be complaining.

It wasn’t long before Adrian trailing his tongue up between your folds to circle slowly around your clit. He barely used any pressure, the tip of his tongue just slightly flicking around it. Your gasped, your hips jerking up just slightly towards his face. You may have not been able to move much at this angle, but that was one bit of movement from you he did allow. Any moves that got your pussy closer to his mouth seemed to be okay with him.

It also encouraged him to dive right back in with renewed vigor.

There wasn’t anything gentle or slow about what happened next.

His lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked it roughly into his mouth. It felt like wave of electricity surged through your body from your clit. Your legs started shaking under his strong grip, your pussy clenching at nothing as you felt your orgasm quickly build.

“Fuck, Adrian…feels so good,” you moaned, head tilting back and eyes closing as you felt his grip tighten on your legs.

Still no safe word, but at this point, you forgot you were even supposed to be remembering it. You came with a cry of his name, your whole body shaking. One of your hands went to his head, fingers lacing into his hair as he let you use what little movement, he allowed you to grind your pussy up into his mouth.

Adrian didn’t stop. His lips were firmly around your clit and sucking on it hard. Your next orgasm happened soon after the first. You screamed, both from the wave of pleasure it sent through your body and the throbbing of your clit.

Now you were right back in the overstimulated state you were before. Your pussy was throbbing, your clit was throbbing. The pleasure was unlikely anything you had ever felt. You felt like you were on cloud nine and were about to go higher. You had never believed there could ever be too much of a good thing, but this might be close to changing your mind. It was as if your body could only handle so much of a good thing.

Nearly crying at this point, you had both of your hands on the top of Adrian’s head, trying to push him away. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

You managed to push him back for a second before his lips came right back to your clit, sucking on it even harder now it felt like. Now tears were streaming down your face, your whole body jumping with every pull of his lips. You made another attempt to push him away, but he didn’t even budge that time. He was rooted to the spot, still holding your legs above you, breaking contact with his lips only to start rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue.

It was too much. The next orgasm hit seconds later and felt like a white heat exploding from your core. For a moment, it was like you felt weightless. Your arms and legs tingled, your toes clenched, you saw stars behind your eyelids. Then your pussy clenched painfully, and your whole body tensing as a cry ripped its way out of your mouth.

“Fuck, stop, please Adrian, please stop,” you wailed, desperate as you tried to push him away again. “Please, please, please stop!”

While something like “stop” isn’t a particularly good safe word since you both liked consensual non-con play, it had just slipped out. You still couldn’t think of the safe word or the non-verbal signal but was willing to try anything.

Surprisingly, he stopped.

Within seconds, you were laying on your back on the bed and Adrian was next to you, cradling your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, but with gentle authority, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Open your eyes for me, Y/N. C’mon, look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

It took a bit for that last orgasm to fade enough for you to even do that. Adrian kept talking to you softly until you opened your eyes and gazed up at him. Your eyelashes were wet, and his image swam a bit as the last of the tears fell from your eyes.

Adrian gazed into your eyes, looking deeply into them for a moment. He recognized something of your distress and his entire facial expression changed to worry.

“Are you okay?” he immediately asked then. “Did I hurt you? How come you didn’t use the safe word?”

Your face shifted from the red of a post orgasm flush to the red of feeling like a dumbass embarrassment.

“I kinda…” you licked your lips, still having some difficulty talking. “Forgot…it.”

Adrian blinked at you.

“You forgot the safe word?”

You nodded.

“What about the signal?” he asked. “You forget that too?”

You nodded again.

It took a moment as your words sank in. Then the expression on Adrian’s face went from worry to delight.

“Holy shit, I fucking ate you out until you were dumb!”

You blinked at him then started giggling.

“Yeah, I guess you did,” you said.

Adrian fist pumped the air excitedly, then stood up and started to pull the covers up over you.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you asked.

“You’ve hit your limit,” he stated confidently. “We’re done for the night.”

You blinked again.

“Done?" you said. "We can’t be done. What about you?”

You let your gaze travel down Adrian’s naked body. His dick was standing at full attention, the head a deep red of extreme arousal as precum leaked from the tip. It looked uncomfortable, but delicious. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, waggling his dick at you in what was supposed to be a comical way, but it just enticed you more. “I’ve got two hands and have a whole hard drive full of porn if I need any help.”

Like hell you were going to let that happen after what he just did to you.

Before he could move away from the bed, you leaned forward, reaching out with one hand to gently grasp the base of his cock. Right as Adrian opened his mouth to say something, you leaned in to take the head of his dick into your mouth. Any protest he had turned into a deep moan at the feeling of your lips. You gently sucked on the tip of his dick to clean off the precum, then leaned back. You met his gaze with yours as your hand slowly started stroking his shaft. His eyes were wide, jaw slack.

“I have a better idea,” you said, and you saw him swallow heavily. “Why don’t you go grab me a bottle of water and then, after I drink it, you fuck my mouth and throat until you cum?”

The expression on Adrian’s face became indescribable. He flushed a red so deep it was almost purple, he swallowed heavily again, and he couldn’t stop blinking.

“A-a-are you sure?” he finally stammered. “Y-y-ou don’t h-have to…”

He broke off with a groan as you slightly increased the speed you were stroking him.

“Baby, please let me suck your dick,” you said in a very sweet voice, batting your eyes up at him. “If you don’t let me make you cum after you made me feel so amazing, I swear to god I will cry. Please… let me do this for you.”

Adrian nearly broke the sound barrier going to get you some water.

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mentallyshattered · 6 months

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This is part 14 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

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"A nightmare? Both of them? I've heard of familiars having similar dreams, given how common it is, but it's generally accepted that having a familiar is a nightmare deterrent." Vil pauses, his face pensive. "Generally, though, having a familiar means you won't have any nightmare you can't be woken from. And you're sure it was a bad dream?"

"Positive. He kept begging some unknown figure for help; it was something like 'please, make this stop' over and over again, quietly."

"Hmm. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll see what I can do."

"You know, Roi de Poison, I have seen Monseur Smoke go and punch trees quite often, until he bleeds. Every time, his attacks last one half-hour, if uninterrupted."

"That does sound like it could be related." Vil turns his head towards me and Grim rather suddenly, as though he forgot we were there. "Yuu, Grim, go and eat. You need the energy, and you've already done enough here. Make sure to drink some water; you two haven't been drinking enough."

Grim and I follow Vil's instruction and leave. Breakfast is avocado toast, which I'm pretty sure is our housewarden's way of making sure everybody eats a decent amout of something green instead of living on fish like the whole dorm seems to try.

While the ice water is nice, I can't bring myself to enjoy it. What of my friends? What of Ace and Deuce, with their tyrant housewarden? What of Korrak and Mandible, with their unknown nightmares?

"H-Hey, Yuu."

"Hi, Korrak! What's up?" Looking into his smokey grey eyes, I can understand why Rook calls him 'Monseur Smoke.'

"Not much, but I'm p-p-pretty sure we have t-t-t-t-to join a club. What club are you joining?"

"Myeh? We have to join a club?"

"Yeah, by the end of the week," Mandible adds, "have you seen the options?"

"Uhh, nope." Grim and I speak in unison this time.

"Well, w-w-we can all g-go and look at the opt-t-t-tions lat-t-t- Mandible, you know what I was g-g-going t-t-t-"

"Sure do. Anyway, do you two wanna go to the courtyard later today and look at the options?"

"Sure! Sounds fun."

Korrak looks relived. "Thanks, bud. You've always b-b-been there f-for me." Korrak turns to Grim and I. "Th-th-the speech issue is w-w-w-worse when I haven't eat-t-t-en."

Grim and I nod. "Isn't everything?"

"Fair point." Mandible seems to share Grim's sentiment. I hand Korrak a piece of toast, and he starts adding butter and avocado almost immediately.

When Grim and I get to class, we discover a well-rested Ace with no collar on.

"Yeah, housewarden Riddle must've had a change of heart or something. He's stopped enforcing most of the rules, and now Ace's punishment for stealing is helping Trey bake the tarts for the party. We still can't play croquet after 5:00pm, though."

I smile. Grim and I were right. Riddle did just need a hug and some time to himself.

The rest of class goes by without incident. It would be boring if I weren't learning the history of an entirely new world, but, hey, I'm in luck!

Alchemy sees me successfully using magic to catch a glass jar that got knocked off of a shelf. It "certainly would've shattered" on the stone floor if not for my "catlike reflexes-" or so Crewel says, anyway.

To be honest, I didn't even realize I knew a spell that could save that jar. I just panicked and attempted one I've read about. Good for me!

P.E. sucks, as usual. Ace stays conscious, though! Not without a bad sunburn that got him sent to the nurse anyway, but baby steps.

Lunch is tomato soup, which is the first time the main dish of a Pomefiore meal does not and cannot include fish. Even this morning, there were pieces of salmon for the avocado toast.

"So, Epel, w-what club are you in?"

"Spelldrive. Cain't wait fer practice t' start up, lemme tell ya! Hopefully I'll git bigger an' stop lookin' so-"

"Epel, Vil's in the room." Epel, despite having just been interrupted by four people, one of whom is a cat and another of whom is an opossum, does not delay his speaking. That's gotten pretty normal, after all.

"Whoop, sorry. Thanks, y'all. 'Nyway, I'd jus' like t' be a little less girly, y'know?"

"I g-get that. I got mist-t-t-aken for a girl all the t-t-t-"

"Take another bite of your soup, Korrak."

"Thanks, Mandible." He obeys. "Anyway, people u-used t-t-to think I was a girl all the t-t-time. They'd p-pick on me 'cause of that- you should've seen th-the looks on their faces when I beat the shit out of them."

Korrak laughs. I recall what I heard Rook say about Korrak punching trees until he bleeds, and spilling no blood for half an hour every time. Guess that's just what he's like.

Korrak doesn't strike me as a violent person so much as the retalliative sort. Why would he be violent? He doesn't start fights, he doesn't bully people, and he doesn't tolerate bullshit.

"It was always real f-funny, watching them s-s-suff-"

"Korrak." Our housewarden now stands tall behind the Korrak's confident figure.

"Uh, when I beat the bully out o-of them."

"Perfect." With that, Vil walks off. I wonder, why did it take him so long to react? Then again, this room is full of teens. Epel can't be the only potty mouth.

Korrak watches Vil go and shrugs. "That's life, I s-suppose." His stutter has noticeably improved since eating more of his soup, but is still present.

"Do you fight often, Korrak?"

"Only when I g-gotta. Kids back a-at my elementary school called me th-the gas st-t-t-ation, cuz I w-was nice t-t-to have around unt-il there were s-sparks."

Yeah, that makes sense. It's a little hard to imagine people pissing him off at all, but especially recalling the tree-punching thing. After all, Korrak stands tall and confident, with square shoulders and a smirk that suggests anyone who goes looking for trouble with him will find more of it than they bargained for. There's a spark in his eyes, like the sun peaking out from smoke, that makes it obvious: you fuck with Korrak, you've fucked up.

He's not shy, that's my point. He is kinda cute though, what with the hair- ashy purple and super fluffy. Combine that with his beautiful eyes and some teenage jealousy, and you've probably got at least one kid challenging him to make sure he stays away from their lover.

"Myah, we have class!"

Everybody's eyes widen. Evidently, the whole room forgot we aren't eating dinner.

Then, from various voices accross the room: "run!"

Luckily, Grim and I make it to class on time. Biology class is about morays today- specifically, the differences between cold sea morays and warm sea morays.

According to Trein, there's a trench that separates the sea. Morays who lay eggs on the south side lay two connected egg sacks. One side only has babies with magical left eyes, and the other only has babies with magical right eyes. The babies in each side fight until only one is left, and the survivors are twins.

Warm sea morays have nothing of the sort. Eggs can't be carried over the trench because the temperature change kills them, and keeping them on the side they weren't laid on requires keeping them at the temperature of the other side.

Cold sea morays can lay warm sea eggs, and vice versa. It's all location, and it's all very facinating. But, alas, class cannot go on forever.

MacGyvering shows us using drills as motors for fans, boats, and a variety of other things. Not really, though- we're making blueprints. Reasonable enough, if you ask me.

Finally, class is over. I hold Grim and carry him to the courtyard so he can sleep on the way. Korrak and Mandible are already waiting.

They wave. I wave back. Korrak motions to me to stand over by him, and I follow his lead. Beside him is a big list of all the clubs, pinned to the wall.

"I was thinking of joining the track and field club, but I'm not really sure. What do you think?"

"Well... what kind of stuff do you like?"

"The science club sounds fascinating. I've always liked all of it, anyway, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, I want to be more physical."

"You don't have to be in a club to use the gymnasium, Korrak."

"Yeah, great point. Science Club it is!" With that, he starts filling out an application that apparently just needed a few more fields to be filled in.

"Myeh?.. what time is... oh, I took a nap." Grim yawns, putting his, frankly, adorable little teeth on display. "What club are we joining?"

"I don't know yet. That's why we're here, Grim."

Grim hops onto the ground, does the iconic kitty stretch, and hops onto the bench. Before I can wonder why, he jumps onto Korrak's shoulder- the one that doesn't have Mandible on it- and onto my shoulder from there.

"You can just ask me to pick you up, Grim."

"Where's the fun in that?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. What clubs are there? Board Games, Mountain Lovers, Gargoyle Studies... out of those, Board Games seem like the best option.

"Where are the applications?" Korrak hands me one.

"Hey, you didn't even tell me what club you picked! We're both going, so we both need to approve!"

"I picked the board games club, Grim."

"Ooh. Sounds fun, I'm in!"

I grin. "We sure are!"

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst vil #m!yuu #twst grim #twst yuu #twst oc #twst epel #twst ace #twst deuce #twst disney #twst #what if yuu didn't want to go back #twst rook

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maybege · 2 years

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Unexpectedly Expecting

Summary: You have big news and Paz doesn’t know what to do. (Part 6 of LPOH)

Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader

Wordcount: 4.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, pregnancy stuff, slight angst, mentions of bad parenting and addiction

I kind of forgot that I had a whole chapter for biker!Paz still complete in the drafts so I thought I would celebrate the start of fall (and my soon tk be birthday) with a new chapter. We now get into the main plot stuff and I just want to put in a disclaimer that I have never been pregnant and therefore the depiction of pregnancy will be very inaccurate and just give the kind of romcom vibes that we need lol. As always please let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog ❤

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“For the last time, you cannot come with us!”

“Meow!”

“Kitten,” he warned, seeing the little cat climb her way back into his duffel bag.

At first, he had thought that it was the colourfully patterned socks (a gag gift from Grogu and Din for one Winterfest) that had caught her attention. But as he had removed the offending piece of clothing to his bed and Kitten had stayed curled up in his packed bag, he knew that she simply did not want him to leave.

Which had led to the discussion they were currently having.

“That hut is not a safe place for kittens,” he heard himself say, scooping her up and placing her on the floor, “You will stay with Grogu and Fennec.”

Kitten climbed back onto the bed, eyeing the bag as if she was calculating the best place to jump into it.

He sat down with a sigh, knowing that it would be futile to fight with her. “C’mere.”

She purred, climbing onto his knees and curling up. His fingers disappeared into her fur, petting her as he thought about the weekend ahead. Years ago, he never would have thought that he would have a girlfriend(?) to bring with him to a weekend trip with his friends.

And now here he was, packing his pack so he could pick you up first thing tomorrow and drive with you to the coast. He smiled.

The ringing of his phone forced him into action and he practically fell over his feet as he reached for the blinking device.

“Hey, everything alright?”

“I am so sorry, Paz,” you mumbled, sounding struck down, “I think I must’ve caught a bug or something from the kids but I,” another pause, “I don’t think I can come with you today.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

The words were out of his mouth so quickly, it was almost like an instinct. You chuckled weakly and he felt something tugging in his chest at the way you sounded so pained. You did not sound well. At all.

“Thank you for asking,” you replied, “But I don’t think I would be very good company today. I have the doctor’s appointment this afternoon and then I think I will just need to rest for the weekend.”

Something in him wanted to ask if you were sure. That he could stay with you, no problem. He had Boba on speed dial, after all, it would take less than a minute to pull out of the trip and then make his way to your house.

But he also knew that whatever it was between the two of you, it had not been going on for very long. Barely two months. Could that be considered long? It felt like an eternity for him, certainly after the long years he had been without a partner. But objectively … could two, three months even be considered a relationship?

“Are – are you angry?”

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“No!” he protested quickly, Kitten jumping from his lap in fright, “Sorry, I was just lost in thought. It’s okay for you to stay home, love, just – just text me if you need anything?”

He could hear your tired smile, his heart strings thrumming. “You can’t send me food from up the coast, Paz.”

“No but I’d drive home,” he replied, “I could get you some soup, some tea and, uh, those salty cracker things you like so much.”

You chuckled, sounding tired and sad and his heart clenched. “You’re the best, Paz, enjoy your tip, okay? And give Kitten lots of scritches from me.”

You: Hey, can you come over when you’re back? We need to talk.

He had been staring at the notification for three hours now, not even daring to open the text so you couldn’t see that he had read it. We need to talk. That was never a good sign, was it?

What did you want to talk about? Had you changed your mind?

Three days by the coast, surrounded by his friends and family, all seemed like a waste of time now that he knew something bad was about to happen. Stars, he felt stupid now. How happy he had been to see you again, to tell you al about his weekend, to tell you how he had spoken abut you to the others. How happy Ahsoka had been to hear that the new teacher was doing well.

“Why the face?” Din sat down next to him at Ahsoka’s breakfast table, “You look like Kitten just ran away.”

Paz tilted the screen so his friend could see the notification, “She wants to talk.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Paz sighed, “Oh.”

He knocked on your door, taking a deep breath. Whatever would end up happening, he would get over it. He could live with it. The most important thing was that he could remain your friend. That you would be happy and he somehow still had a chance to see that.

The door swung open and he swallowed when he saw how sick you looked. You were wearing your pyjamas, still, the fuzzy ones with cookies printed all over them. And it looked like you had cried and his heart ached.

“Hey,” he smiled quietly, holding up the bag, “I, uh, I brought you some soup.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, your hand still on the doorknob, “Would you like to come in for a coffee or something?”

He swallowed again, his dry throat protesting at the movement, “Sure.”

You both were silent as you made your way to the kitchen and he followed you like a lost puppy with the soup in his hands. He noticed the dirty dishes in the sink, the blinds half closed even though it was bright daylight out.

“That bug really got to you, huh?”

He tried to hide the way how nervous he was and set the takeout bag on the free space on your kitchen table. The coffee machine whirred to live and he watched as you grabbed a mug from the cupboard and setting it under the machine.

Your silence did not go unnoticed by him and something in him already regretted accepting the cup of coffee. The slow drip of it made him even more nervous, skittish somehow, as he tried to prepare for the inevitable. For your rejection. For playing like this had meant just as little to him as it had to you. For playing like his heart did not shatter into a million pieces.

“So how –“

The cup cluttered and he watched as coffee spilled all over the counter. He wanted to reach out to you, kiss your fingertips and ask you what was wrong. Why your hands were shaking just like his heart. Why you looked so afraid.

“I’m pregnant Paz.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, taking a deep breath, “I know that this is – this is a shock and please just, just listen to me, okay?”

Feeling completely dumbfounded, he nodded.

“I am pregnant and I know it is yours. I take the pill and I don’t know how – how this could’ve happened but I’m definitely pregnant. In the third month too,” you added, “And I have decided that I would like to keep the baby. I know this is not ideal and this is not something you signed up for. And … I guess I just wanted to let you know. I understand if you’re not ready for that kind of commitment yet or if you didn’t see this relationship go anywhere. I promise I won’t bother you with it too much. But you have a right to know and –“

“Are you well?” he blurted out, interrupting your rushed monologue. He felt bad because he wanted you to know that he listened to you but in all this hurry, the panic in your voice had just sounded more and more prominent and what

You tilted your head, questions in your eyes, and he cleared his throat, trying to get his words out better than before.

“Do – are you sick, I mean?” he clarified, rubbing the back of his neck, “Do – do you want to sit down or have a water or –“

“I’m fine, Paz,” you smiled, “Thank you for asking. I’m – I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“Yeah,” he huffed out, his heart beating a mile a minute, “Me too.”

Silence.

His brain was still trying to catch up on the information you had just provided.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant. With his child.

A baby would change everything and it was like he could watch his entire world turn upside down in front of him.

“I know this is a lot of information, Paz,” you said soothingly, your hand landing on his forearm and he hated how you looked at him as if he would push you away, “I just – Please take the time to think about this, okay?”

“Yeah, I,” he took a deep breath, “I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, this is – it’s a lot. I thought –“

“Thought what?”

“I thought you called me here to, uh, to break up.”

“That’s the last thing on my mind,” you smiled sadly, “But it might not be on yours.”

“What’s gotten into you, big guy?”

Ten hours later, Paz still felt like the world was reeling around him. He did not even know how he had gotten to the bar or what he had done in between listening to your words and sitting in front of a pint of beer, looking at the foam as if that would give him the answers he needed.

“She’s pregnant,” he said lamely, still staring at his hands. Everything felt like it was moving so fast and he was stuck in place, his heart tugging between pure elation and straight panic in a roller coaster of emotions that made him want to throw up, “She – she is pregnant.”

“Is it yours?”

“Of course, it is,” he hissed, turning to glare at his older friend and boss.

But Boba did not seem to be fazed. The older man simply met his stare, calmly taking a swig of his beer. “You barely dated, what, three months?” he guessed, “I wanted to make sure.”

“She’s not like that,” Paz muttered under his breath, his heart feeling strangely warm when thinking of you. Anger at Boba was at the forefront because how could he – Boba knew you for fuck’s sake! He knew how important you were to him. “She – We – There is no one else. Won’t be any one else, either.”

“Man, you are head over heels already, huh?”

He did not say anything. The truth was, yes, he was. Hopelessly so. Ever since he had first seen you at school it seemed like life had gotten so much lighter. Maybe it was too early to call it love but his heart was counting the days until he could tell you what he felt for you.

“And now a baby?” Boba probed further, “What did she say?”

“She said she wanted me to know about it,” he recalled slowly, barely able to piece everything together from memory, “That, uh, she wants to keep it, either way. And she did not want to break up with me.”

“Glad we got that covered,” Din said dryly and Paz threw him a glare. But the dark haired man simply shrugged and raised his beer to his lips, half looking at the football game that was shown on the TV in the corner.

“What? Every time I see you two together it is hard to say who has more heart eyes for the other – you or her,” he mumbled absentmindedly, “The last thing I thought she would do was break up and I was proven right.”

“Taking all emotions out of this, she is doing the right thing, I think,” Boba said, “She made her decision and now she is offering you the choice if and how you want to be involved in your child’s life.”

Your child.

“Why are you all so much fucking calmer than I am about this?” Paz asked, taking a big swig of his beer, trying to let the bitter taste wash away the anxiety that bubbled up. As if that had ever worked.

“I – Shit, Boba look at me,” he growled, resting his forehead on his hand, “I never thought I would be a dad. Not with my family, not with this town and now – “

“Now you have a chance to experience it,” the older man nodded in understanding, leaning back against the low backrest of the barstool. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking as serious as ever and just like always, Paz had trouble recognizing how his friend actually felt. “Do you think you are ready for a kid?”

Paz scoffed, “We all know Djarin is the only one I ever would entrust a kid with.”

Din made a sound at the back of his throat, rubbing his beard. “Paz, it was you who took care of Grogu those first few weeks. Yes, he is my son and but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been ready to adopt him if I had not.”

“And what about her?”

Remembering Boba’s previous implied question about your fidelity, Paz perked up, ready to come to your defence in case his friend decided to be stupid again. “What about her?”

Boba shrugged, “What do you feel for her? Yes, a baby is a big responsibility but there is also the question of who you are raising that child with.”

He relaxed at the question, nodding in thought. “She will be a great mom,” he murmured, thinking of the way you had laughed with Grogu in the car, how gentle and understanding you were with your students. Honestly, if you hadn’t been pregnant now, he doubted it would have taken him long to have the first thought of you holding his child.

But that was the problem. You weren’t going to be the only parent. That was his child as well.

“You both know my family,” he sighed, avoiding the mustering stares of Boba and Din, “You know about my father. That man was an asshole and a drunk addicted to poker. How can I,” he took a deep breath, finally voicing his fears as his voice broke, “How can I ever be better than that?”

Memories came rushing back. Of the fun summers in his uncle’s garage. Of the horrible winters at home, how sad his mother had been, trying her best to make up for a mostly-absent father. Of the moments his father hadn’t been absent but instead chosen to destroy any confidence his son had.

A heavy hand landed on his back and Paz flinched, blinking before finding Boba’s dark eyes. “I know what you are thinking,” the man said, “But you are not your father, Paz Vizsla, and you never have been. You are already so much better than him by trying to be honest with yourself. The question is do you want what your father did to you keep you from having the life you want?”

Curse Boba and his occasional words of wisdom.

“What are you thinking?” Din asked him, watching, curiously as Paz stood up, fiddling to his jacket over his arms.

“I’m taking a personal day tomorrow.”

Boba grinned, probably already knowing what was going in his head. “Don’t you have that Whistledown car inspection schooled?”

“Then I’ll come in later, I don’t care,” he muttered, slapping a few bills on the counter, “I need to talk to her.”

It was way too late and when the cab passed your street, he saw that all the lights were out. That when it hit home that maybe it was way too late to talk to you. (3am the dashboard clock let him know.) Besides, he had had too much to drink and could not think straight. He could wait.

And wait he did. Paz had never slept as badly as in that night, getting up at 6am to take a shower and prep breakfast, his hands trembling excitement and nervousness. For a moment, he lamented that Kitten had decided to stay at the garage (Boba had bribed her with treats, of that he was sure) but on second thought he would probably have driven her crazy with his pacing and tossing and turning.

No, he could wait.

He was out the door at 6:10am, making his way to the bar from last night to pick up his bike. This was too early still, he tried to tell himself, he did not want to seem like a maniac when he standing in front of your door. He wanted to look responsible and thoughtful and mature and –

Passing the gas station, he decided to turn around, his bike roaring under him.

Maybe a coffee would help settle his nerves.

You felt like shit and by now you were sure that both your heart and your stomach had decided to riot at the same time as you sobbed into the toilet, your gagging turning into dry heaving when your stomach had no more contents to throw up.

Cold sweat had built up on your forehead and you tried to remember Doctor Kaida’s words that ginger tea could sometimes help. You just needed to be able to make it to the kitchen.

You sniffled, flushing the toilet before quickly splashing some cold water on your face and trying to rinse your mouth of the acid taste that seemed to have burned itself into your throat. At least you had not gotten dressed yet, it would have been so much worse if you would have to think of another outfit to wear.

A look in the mirror reminded you that your feeling of misery did its best to be translated on the outside and you felt tears prick in your eyes again. You did not know what you had expected Paz to do and you tried to reason with yourself that he needed the time. Stars, it hadn’t even been 24 hours since you had told him about the pregnancy. You had had a whole weekend to think about it, it was only fair that you would award him that same courtesy.

But that was said so much easier than done when all you wanted was to just spend time with him. You wanted to be with him, every second of every day, and spend weekends on the couch with Kitten on your lap and, later on, with your baby.

A real baby.

You slipped your dress over your head, making sure it fell right before pulling on your tights. There was no hint of a baby belly yet but according to the internet there would be – soon. Which meant that not only would you have to tell your students about it but also their parents. And most importantly your boss.

Another wave of anxiety washed over you and you felt your stomach rumble. Principal Gideon would not be pleased, that was for sure, especially since you had just started working at the school. You just weren’t sure if it was going to be the pregnancy itself or rather the father of your baby who would be the thorn in his eyes.

You pressed your lips together, refusing to be late for school, when you made your way out of the house, bringing your little bag with you. Already, you had started a countdown in your head of how many hours were left of the work day. It being Monday, maybe you could get away with giving the kids some own occupational time where they could work on their art projects? That would at least give you a bit of respite and time to plan the next few days ahead.

You opened the door, immediately forgetting if you had packed your lunch or not and if you had forgotten it, did you have enough change to get a quick bite at the sandwich shop? And why was there a bike in your driveway?

You blinked in confusion, your hand tightening round the key in your hand until you recognized the dark blue paint on the bike, slightly chipped in places but generally well taken care of. Paz. It was Paz who was standing beside said bike, looking a little worse for wear but most importantly nervous. He was nervous.

The large man spotted you, straightening his posture and you smiled when you saw that he seemed to have put a bit more effort into his appearance. His hair was curly and fluffy, like when he had just stepped out of the shower, and you spotted a little patch on his denim jacket where there previously had been an oil stain. And you had never seen that flannel on him before …

“I, uh, I did not know what kind of flowers you liked,” he brought out, holding a little bouquet out in front of him. The clear plastic crinkled and you recognized the sticker from the little flower shop down by the gas station and you smiled.

“Thank you,” you said, your heart beating so fast you almost forgot how horrible the morning had gone. You walked closer, trying to hide the trembling in your hands as you reached out to take it from him. His fingers brushed yours and you both paused and you watched his fingers flex, carefully skimming over the inside of your wrist.

Stars, how you had missed his touch.

Paz shuffled and you noted he still had one hand behind him. You tilted your head, seeing something brown and furry behind his back.

“Is that a stuffie?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat.

He looked at you as if he didn’t understand the question before gathering himself, bringing his other hand in front of him. It was a small dark brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie and it looked like the softest thing you had ever seen. “Uh, yeah,” he said, taking in a deep breath, “Babies like soft things and I had this one teddy bear that my uncle gave me that I loved and I thought the baby might need one, too, and – and, uh,” he looked at you, “I want in. Like, all in.”

“All in?” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes and you could not help your hand landing on your belly, “Like, for real?”

Paz looked at you with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. “For real, sweetheart. All in.”

You sniffled, your mouth pulled wide in a grin as the first tear ran down your cheek. “I’m going to find some water for these,” you held up the flowers, “You want to come inside? I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”

The dark haired man nodded, following you and you could not hide the emotion on your face. Paz wanted this. He wanted this with you.

As soon as the door closed behind him and you were both shielded from the curious eyes of your neighbours, Paz was in front of you, his heavy hands on your shoulders.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t better at taking in the information,” he apologized, eyes searching yours, a furrow between his brows when he spotted the tears, “You’re, stars, you’re pregnant, sweetheart, and I should’ve been happy and not disappeared on you and I promise –“

“Paz, hey,” you interrupted him gently, your hand coming up to his chest, “You are allowed to panic. Stars know I panicked, too. But I’m,” you lowered your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “I’m really happy that you’re here.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice soft. His hands came up to frame your face, making you look at him and he was so … he looked so happy, it made your heart clench.

“Yeah,” you grinned, breathing out a laugh and he did too.

“Can I kiss you, love?” he asked quietly, his nose brushing against yours and even with the softness of the teddy bear against your back and the flowers in your hand, you did not even hesitate a second.

“Yes please,”

And he did.

It was soft and slow and absolutely perfect. His hands were pulling you closer, the stubble on his chin slightly scratching the sensitive skin of your jaw as his lips moved against yours, coaxing your mouth open so he could slide his tongue over yours.

Your breath hitched, whining when he pulled away from you.

“Can I drive you to work?” he asked, breathless, “I – I could pick you up and we could eat dinner or something.”

You nodded, biting your lips and you were so close he could feel your body heat through your cardigan and he wanted to raise your baby together. He wanted you. He wanted all of this. This was the best Monday ever.

“I’d like that,” you nodded quickly, “We – we could talk some more about all of this?”

“That sounds wonderful,” he kissed your neck, “We could order in from the diner?”

You groaned, “Paz Vizsla, you are the best man on earth.”

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sparkykitsune · 5 months

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Paldea League explanation time

Might as well go into an explanation ramble about my picks for the Paldean league here! I did on AO3 but gonna mostly crosspost this here cause I feel like it.

Katy - grizzly bear This is a pretty obvious one. Considering she has a bug tera Teddiursa/Ursaring (because bears are often depicted as honey lovers in media), it makes sense why I'd make her a bear. Katy's also like a sweet momma bear in terms of her personality (not unlike another trainer here in Paldea, who is also a momma bear in terms of her personality, but more formidable, in this AU).

Brassius - serval I was just gonna make him an ocelot (because jungle cat) when he was first revealed in the trailer, but I kinda eventually wanted to make him part serval too, because servals have cute ears that I wanted to draw. Then I didn't really think he looked like a ocelot anymore, so I just made him a regular serval (yes, I'm aware servals are from the savannah, not the jungle/rainforest). He also jumped down from a windmill on his feet, hence the saying a cat always lands on its feet.

Iono - ragamuffin calico cat Iono just screams "cat girl" energy to me. Originally drew her as a pale orange and white cat, but I hated the design I did. So I went with a dilute calico to match her two toned hair, with one side of her fur being gray and the other half being pale orange. I also realized I unintentionally made a pun on cation.

Kofu - walrus Was gonna make him a hybrid between a walrus and a sea otter but last second, I just made him a walrus because the ears looked weird. I kinda went a bit half baked on the thought process of this, but I think he'd be a jolly old walrus, even if walruses are pretty territorial in real life. Also, first time I've drawn a walrus.

Larry - gray wolf Furry analysis thing. Wolves are like one of the most (if not the most) common species for a fursona. Larry may be a basic salaryman, but we all love him for that. Gave Larry some rather basic markings (gray fur, light gray markings on the snout, limbs, stomach and ear insides, and a black tipped tail; I know adult wolves don't have blue eyes but it's not uncommon to see wolf fursonas with blue eyes) for an average wolf to go with his theme. Larry's also almost always hungry, so I could say he's hungry like a wolf. Another point I initially forgot to add is that Larry's really popular among Pokemon fans, reminds me of how the furry fandom just goes bonkers whenever the media releases a new wolf character (*looks over at Legoshi, Mr. Wolf, and Death*).

Ryme - red fox So, this is a slight headcanon-ish thing that I've "dropped"/"forgotten about". Fox Ryme still works, cause she has a Houndstone, the fox and the Houndstone. I just think she'd be a fox, it just comes naturally to me (the urge to add a fox every time).

Tulip - leopard Okay so this is a questionable one. When I first saw Tulip's design, she instantly reminded me of Clawroline from Kirby and the Forgotten Land and I can't really shake that off, which is the reason why she looks like Clawroline in my AU. Also, the area around Alfornada is kinda like a savannah, and Tulip does have an Espartha on her team, which is technically an ostrich, another savannah animal.

Grusha - siberian husky Again, a pretty obvious one. All the ice type specialists (that I know of) in this Pokemon AU are all animals that originate from/inhabit places from, yet it took me this long to make an ice type specialist a husky in my AU. Also, those icy blue eyes of his are too hard to pass for a husky.

Rika - egyptian mau/sand cat mix This was a neat design to do. This design was pulled out randomly because I do have this headcanon that she's Falkner's older cousin (Falkner in this AU is an egyptian mau cat). She's also part sand cat to tie in with her being a ground type specialist. She mostly just looks your average spotted tabby though.

Poppy - raccoon When I saw her, I was instantly like "OMG, she's so adorable, she's my favourite character in this game" (no matter what everyone else says). Raccoons are my second favourite animal, but I didn't really think Poppy's design would translate well into a fox, so I went with a raccoon instantly because of her silver clothing and black hair gave off raccoon fur vibes. Raccoons allegedly like shiny objects, and Poppy has a giant key around her neck, so a perfect match. I could really just go on about this design choice, but I'd rather not make it too long or too deep. I didn't initially notice this at first but I found out that Poppy's giant key is actually a purse that she stores candy in, raccoons for sure have a sweet tooth as well.

Hassel - st bernard/golden retriever mix His hair colour reminds of a golden retriever but his face kinda reminds me of a st bernard. I'd definitely imagine a happy Hassel to be a blubbering and slobbering dog (st bernards drool a lot) in my AU, and I'd say both breeds would match him nicely.

Geeta - bobtail tortoiseshell cat I was gonna make her a bombay (black) cat initially, but I chose a tortoiseshell last minute, I'm not sure why, probably just to try and match her design more, I don't know to be honest. I eventually thought of the bobtail since I like the idea of Iono, Rika and Geeta being the three cats of the Paldea league (cause Brassius and Tulip aren't domestic cats), and them having a different vibe to them, with Iono being fluffy with a bushy tail, Rika being sleeker with a sleek tail, and Geeta kinda being inbetween with a cute little bobtail.

#pokémon #pokemon au #furry au #sk pkmn furryverse #pokemon sv #gym leader katy #gym leader brassius #gym leader iono #gym leader kofu #gym leader larry #elite four larry #gym leader ryme #gym leader tulip #gym leader grusha #elite four rika #elite four poppy #elite four hassel #champion geeta

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peninkwrites · 8 months

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The Green Room - Ch 2 of 4

Showfall Media’s recasting process starts with a trip to the green room. There, cast members are offered the truth before the slate is wiped clean…

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 3

NIKI NIHACHU - RECASTING 29

“Hello there, Niki! Can you hear me? Hm? Hello, hun, come on, look at me.”

Niki hears someone snapping their fingers. Her eyes focus on a hand in front of her face, slowly, the room swimming into view and with it, fear.

“H-Hello…?”

“Hi, Niki! My name is Dr. Smith,” a woman in a lab coat with a clipboard smiles at her.

“Where… I don’t understand. What’s… what’s going on?” Niki asks, and as she does, she remembers. She remembers that she remembers almost nothing. Niki sits up sharply, but finds that she cannot move very far. Her wrists are strapped down to a chair. She scans the room, panic hot in her chest. It’s plain, furnished with plush couches and the two padded chairs across from each other, one of which she is tied down to. She turns back to the woman across from her, accusing and sharp. “I… I was shot. How am I here if I was shot?”

The woman laughs. “Wow, you are quick, huh? I always forget just how quick you are! Yes, you were shot, but hair and makeup fixed you up!”

Niki struggles to process. “That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense. I was… he shot me. He shot me twice,” there’s a tremor in her voice, as this she does remember, of course, the pain of it. She remembers screaming for help, begging because she was still alive. She remembers the second shot.

“Our hair and makeup team is very impressive, Niki,” the woman says condescendingly. “Welcome to the green room! Here, I will answer any and all questions you have before your recasting.”

“My… recasting. Because it was a role. You… you forced us all to play roles,” Niki resists a shudder. “That’s what this is, right? That’s why… on the carousel, I… I acted different.”

“Right again, Niki! Don’t miss a trick, do you?”

“And I… I want to leave,” Niki’s voice continues to shake, but she keeps trying. “I want to leave here, and… and you won’t let me, will you?”

“No, Niki. I’m afraid not,” she says with false pity. “You’re a Showfall castmember, which means you belong here.”

“No. No, I don’t belong here. You people are crazy. You killed me! A-And somehow you brought me back, but you still killed me! You’re sick!” Niki shouts at her, struggling against the bonds to no avail.

“Maybe,” Dr. Smith shrugs. “Call us crazy, sick, whatever you like, but you can’t say we’re not effective, hm?” She says like she’s made some grand point. “We entertain.”

Niki’s vision blurs, tears welling up, but she can see well enough to spit at the woman’s face.

Dr. Smith stands up sharply, wiping spit from her face with clear disgust, but her voice remains calm. “I forgot you did that,” she grimaces. “That’s my bad. I should’ve sat further away.” She proceeds to do so, dragging her chair further back. She takes a deep breath, as if to force herself to calm, Niki watching her carefully, and sits back down. “You know, Niki, you’re always one of our trickiest cast members.”

“What’s… What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re our… second newest member, but you’ve had far more recastings for your time here. There’s always something, isn’t there, Niki? Something always bleeds through,” she says it almost scoldingly.

Niki feels a shred of pride through the pain and the rage. “Does that not make sense, considering you people love to make us bleed?” She snaps icily.

The woman smiles, amused. “Sure, if you like. Although, compared to some of your other… mistakes during the shows, this last one wasn’t too bad, I suppose, just the tears, and then you finding the Puzzler too early, quick thinking on his part, you could’ve ruined the game if you figured things out any further. Although, I will say, your propensity for memory does make recasting easier!” She adds this bit of praise brightly, to Niki’s chagrin. “You piece things together much faster than the others. Hm,” the woman scribbles something down on her clipboard. “We might have to start delegating you to smaller roles, making sure you get picked off sooner. The audience voting for you did throw a wrench in things. Normally the girls aren’t the fan-favorites.”

“Fine, then stop this. If I… if I ruin things, then just stop using me,” Niki is torn between anger and pleading. Her own words are what break her. Just stop using me. A sob rises in her throat. She doesn’t remember, but she knows enough. She knows she’s been trapped here for a long time, she knows they have hurt her, that they will hurt her, and she knows she is helpless to stop them. Tears pour free, she curls in on herself as much as she can with her wrists bound, chest shuddering with aching, heavy sobs. She pleads uselessly, meaninglessly, because she doesn’t know what else to do. “I want to go home… please, please just let me go. I won’t… I won’t say anything, tell anyone what you did, I just want to go home…”

“Niki,” the woman sounds so kind, so pitying. “You are home. As home as you can be. And I know you’ll never make your peace with that, trust me, we’ve been down this road before.”

Niki swallows back her sobs, nails scratching at the armrests, digging in, as rage, grief, and terror all swirl inside of her. “I know,” she says dully.

“Do you? Are we already there?”

“Already where?” She mutters bitterly, staring at the carpet, scuffed and faded beneath her bare feet. She’s in white linen, almost like pajamas. It feels sterile.

“You remember our past meetings?”

“No, but I know they’ve happened. I can guess that much.”

“I always forget how clever you are,” she laughs, almost impressed. “Do you have any questions for me, Niki? About your past, maybe?”

Niki thinks carefully, wearily. “On the carousel, I… I wanted to live. I thought if I won, if I got chosen, I’d get to live, right?”

“Well, yes, that was the premise of that round of the game, sure.”

“But… but that was a lie,” she does not bury the tremor in her voice, eyes shut tightly, a shaky breath. “There’s no way out, is there? There’s… there’s nothing to win. We’re just… we’re just made to go on, aren’t we? Just over and over again, whatever you want?”

“It’s not just what we want, Niki. It’s for the audience,” Dr. Smith says with reverence. “We’re here to please them.”

“Well, they’re the ones that voted for me to go on, so. Maybe they should vote on letting me go,” Niki tries feebly. She knows it won’t save her. She doesn’t want to talk about anything else.

“That’s an interesting thought, Niki,” Dr. Smith says dryly, unamused. “So, any questions about your past?”

“Why would you give me answers if not to hurt me?” She says, soft and accusing, finally looking up at that woman, hatred and pain radiating from her puffy eyes.

“Actually, it’s to make all this hurt less. The more you know, the less jumbled it is in your head, the easier it is for us to recast you.”

“You mean… you mean reprogram.”

“Sure. They mean the same thing.”

Niki closes her eyes, taking a few more deep breaths, allowing her tears to go free.

“Niki?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to ask you anything. I just want this to be done. I don’t want you to hurt me, but I know I don’t have a choice, so I’d rather not wait, please,” Niki’s voice breaks. She’s so scared. She doesn’t want to be scared. She doesn’t have a choice in that either. She chokes on a sob. "I j-just want this to be done..."

There’s a pause, Dr. Smith considering this. “Alright, Niki. I… I suppose you’re ready for recasting.”

When they come to take her away, she doesn’t struggle. She's still crying.

#wahoo I wanted to continue this idea and I finally did it #my writing #generation loss #genloss #ask to tag #Niki Nihachu

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decayedgloria · 7 months

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say my name

ft. Arlecchino x Columbina

Seelies are just empty husks that race left behind. This is because they were born with a curse: If they fall in love with Nara, they shall lose their intelligence and strength, and their bodies will regress.

Tags: Arlecchino/Columbina, wlw, angst, no comfort, seelie!columbina, may not be canon

Word count: ~1.2k words, not proofread, might be crossposted on to ao3

Columbina barely remembers her real name.

It was inevitable, given the thousands of years she had lived. Her name, a sound lost to time and the wind, was something the mortals of today would not be able to utter; written in a language so ancient it confounded even the archons themselves. For decades, she wandered Teyvat, nameless and unidentifiable, until the Tsaritsa picked her up and gave her a new name: Columbina, third of the Harbingers.

That is not to say she forgot it. It's on the back of her mind, always, yet it had been long since she had searched for it. Like an old, abandoned book on a forgotten shelf of a library people seldom visited, despite the overflowing knowledge that lied within. Though, it's not like anybody would have gone out of their way to try- she was aloof, elusive, and seemingly air-headed, even her fellow harbingers thought lowly of her in spite of her position.

All except one.

Arlecchino's sharp nails traced Columbina's face gently, looking down at the seelie with eyes only she had the privilege of bearing witness. Red and black irises held the utmost care and love for her, rivaling those which are spoken of in romantic tales. Columbina giggled at the thought. Such a violent, monstrous woman holding her as if she would break in any second, when in reality it would have been the other way around.

"What's so funny?" Arlecchino's stern tone did not hide the tilt of her lips, unable to contain herself from smiling along. In the comfort of her bedroom, the taller woman held Columbina her arms, the pale moonlight seeping into the dark room being the only thing illuminating the two harbingers. A moment so far and few in between given their positions.

"Your eyes." came Columbina's soft answer, "They don't look like the eyes of a harbinger at all."

"Oh?" Interest piqued, Arlecchino slightly raised a brow at her, "Would you rather me be murderous in front of you?" Sitting up, Columbina shook her head, pulling her face closer to hers, warm breath barely grazing her pale skin. She had foregone her blindfold that night, allowing her eyes to gaze directly into Arlecchino's own.

It was a stunning stare. Truth be told, any mortal would have been entranced by the way her god-like stare, rendered useless almost. But Arlecchino matched her sharp eyes, finding the way that her irises moved inhumanely to be hauntingly beautiful. Yes, hauntingly beautiful. That was what Columbina was.

As they stared into each other, Columbina's soft lips uttered once more, "I wouldn't mind either way, Arle. You know that." Her slender fingers touched Arlecchino's cheek, oh so gently, caressing it as if it were the most valuable treasure in the world. "It's just… amusing. To think that you of all people would do such a thing."

The other woman let out a soft snort, leaning into her touch and never breaking her stare. Archons, it should have been a crime, truly. For being such as her to take Arlecchino and shackle her in the throes of her affection, she almost felt guilty.

And she did. For even Columbina was not immune to the laws of Teyvat, keeping a secret that could make their little world as they know it crumble. Her stomach churned, just a little, when the words came out of Arlecchino's mouth.

"I simply wish not to hide the truth from you, my dear." Her tone was reserved and gentle, yet Columbina's mind was thrown into a violent storm as she contemplated her lover's words. The truth. The truth that, inevitably, this love that they possess was nothing but a ticking timebomb. The truth that, at any given moment, Columbina would cease to exist. At least, in the form that she is now. It was cruel, wasn't it? Celestia decided that love was the greatest sin, punishing those who dare commit to such an innocent, uncontrollable act- going so far as to strip them of the very thing that made them divine.

She wanted to spend an eternity with Alrecchino. The very woman who had drawn out her humanity, despite being so grotesque and horrific, accepting whatever eldritch being that lied beneath her humanoid appearance. The one who always listened to her, whether it be the quiet words she seldom voiced to the melodious humming she always seemed to occupy herself with. Columbina wanted to relish in it all, just a little longer.

For the first time in eons, she prayed. Prayed that the Tsaritsa would do well on her promise of eternal peace, and prayed that she would walk through the new Teyvat with her hands intertwined with Arlecchino's.

It was such a sliver of pathetic hope.

"My love?" Columbina's spaced-out gaze snapped back to Arlecchino's, whose face became mired with concern. Quickly covering her pale complexion with a smile, the shorter woman buries herself into her chest, starting to hum one of her infamous tunes. Arlecchino's hands hesitate above her porcelain skin, before gently placing themselves on her back, tightening the embrace.

"…I don't wish to hide anything from you as well." Came her muffled reply. The two women held each other tenderly, a beacon of warmth amidst the cold Snezhnayan winter.

Columbina barely remembers her name.

It faintly echoed in her head, from a familiar voice she could barely recognized. Everything was a haze as she laid on the ground, eyes almost glazing over as her chest heaves. Her body trembled with immense pain, and no matter how hard she tried, no words escaped her mouth- only pained whimpers and wheezes. Above her, a blurry figure stood, black hands shaking her vigorously as they called out to her.

What was it they were saying? Columbina couldn't figure. But the syllables weren't foreign, and neither was the voice. Was that Arlecchino? Who was Arlecchino? What was she saying? Her name? Columna, Colu… what?

Who was she?

Her eyes were getting heavy, and she could feel the tips of her limbs become light- too light. With the last bit of her remaining strength she raised her arm, now seeing that her fingertips had faded into a blue hue, slowly creeping up her arms as her foggy mind tried fought to reclaim her memories. But it was futile; after all, this was the divine punishment for falling in love.

In her last moments of sentience, she could only close her eyes and hold on to what she still could. Her known name was Columbina, she was a member of the ancient seelie race, and her lover's name was Arlecchino, who's tight grip on her fading hands gave her the last bit of warmth that she would ever know. They worked under some being- a god? And then…

Her only regret, amidst the pain of her transformation, was not telling Arlecchino the truth sooner. Eyes finally succumbing to its weight, she let out her last breath, and the hurried cries of her lover taking over her senses.

In the cover of night, the remnants of the Third Harbinger's body dwindled into the wind as the Fourth Harbinger scrambled to hold whatever had remained, to no avail. With shaky hands, an aching heart, and eyes brimming with the unfamiliar sensation of tears, dread dawns on her as her eyes follow the floating creature in front of her.

Columbina, how could you?

In honor of the 4.1 livestream and me finally completing the aranara quest sbshdhdh

but srsly tho if columbina isnt a seelie or some eldritch fallen angel im gonna scream itd lit be so cool

on a side note i finally got freminet im so happy immediately giving him the build i was gonna give eula but she never came home so :///

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin arlecchino #genshin columbina #arlecchino x columbina #angst no comfort #angst no happy ending #genshin fatui #fatui harbingers

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haeva · 9 months

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for the ship kiss thing, 29 with any ship you want <3

With friends like you (who needs boyfriends)

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor

Word count: 1k

Summary: On their way back from Nationals, Jackie tells Shauna that she's breaking up with Jeff. (No plane crash AU)

Author's note: My first Yellowjackets fanfic! Sorry that it took so long that you probably forgot you sent this. Also sorry if you don't watch Yellowjackets. Might crosspost to AO3 if it doesn't flop.

They didn’t win Nationals. Not all that significant in the grand scheme of things, but Jackie was a teenage girl from a small town and so to her it meant everything. Which is why she spent the entire flight home sulking. Next to Shauna of course, who was trying her best to cheer her best friend up.

“Come on,” she said, Jackie’s head resting on her shoulder. “Cheer up! We may not have won, but we did go to Nationals. And we didn’t completely screw it up either. That’s something, isn’t it?” She nudged Jackie’s cheek with her shoulder, forcing her friend to sit back upright.

Jackie gave her an annoyed look. She was tired and just wanted to go home and rest. But Shauna gave her a sheepish smile, so instinctively she smiled back.

“You’re right,” she admitted with a sigh. “We all did our best and it’s just a soccer tournament, after all. Not the end of the world.” It was the truth and rationally Jackie knew that. But when had her insecurities ever been rational?

Shauna took her hand, like she had done so many times before, intertwining their fingers. It was funny actually, sometimes Jackie felt like she held hands with Shauna even more than she did with Jeff. If it wasn’t true now it would certainly be after this weekend.

“I’m going to break up with Jeff,” Jackie confessed. She had thought about it on the way to Nationals and now again on the way back. She liked Jeff, but she didn’t love him. Besides, she was headed off to Rutgers soon anyway and Jeff just wasn’t the college type of guy. They were simply bound to fall apart, one way or another.

“Oh,” was Shauna’s response. It didn’t sound like she was sad for Jackie. In fact, if Jackie didn’t know better she would have said that Shauna sounded almost relieved. Which could only mean that she also did not think that Jeff was the right guy for Jackie. If there had been any doubt about her decision before, there sure wasn’t any left now.

“On the bright side, now we’ll both be single. So we can find new boyfriends together.” She knew that she shouldn’t feel so excited about any breakup, much less her own, but for the first time in what seemed like an eternity Jackie felt like she could truly breathe. Being with Jeff was stifling and felt more like a duty than a desire. He made her feel wanted, sure, but he didn’t make her feel seen. She wanted to be with someone who understood her completely and loved her anyway. That was true love. It was what she and Shauna had.

“Yeah,” Shauna said weakly. She had never been all that interested in finding a boyfriend, focussing most of her energy on school and soccer. Jackie had always admired her dedication, but sometimes she wished her best friend would let loose just a little.

"Are you sure that's what you want though? To break up with Jeff, I mean." Shauna fidgeted with her necklace, as if she was nervous.

Jackie gave her a confident nod. "He's just not the one for me."

There was a moment of silence. Then:

"So, who is the one for you?"

Jackie shrugged. “Just not Jeff, I guess.” In actuality, she did not have to guess. She knew exactly what her perfect man would be like. She just couldn’t tell Shauna. What was she supposed to say? That whenever she imagined herself getting married it was with a male version of her best friend? Surely that would go down badly. “What about you?”

“I don’t know,” was Shauna’s similarly non-committal answer. Not that Jackie had expected anything else. In the entire time that they’d known each other, Shauna had never mentioned liking anyone. But that didn’t mean that Jackie wasn’t curious. They were best friends; it made sense that Jackie would want to know exactly who Shauna was into.

“I’ve never thought about it.” Shauna casted her eyes down, as if she was embarrassed to admit it. She chuckled awkwardly. “Is that weird?”

Jackie put a hand on her shoulder, trying to make her smile as reassuring as she possibly could. “Of course not, Shauna. Some people are just late bloomers with this kind of stuff. Besides, when did you have the time to think about this anyway? You’re always so focussed on school.”

“That’s true,” Shauna said, looking back up at Jackie. “You’re such a good friend, Jackie.”

Shauna had said it a million times before, but now it felt different. Jackie couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but where hearing those words usually filled her with happiness, they now left her with a strange ache in her chest. Still, she smiled. “So are you.”

“Promise me that we’ll always be there for each other, no matter what. And that no boys will ever get between us.” Shauna held up her hand, sticking out her pinky finger.

“I promise,” Jackie swore as she linked their fingers together. The two girls laughed only to get harshly shushed by Lottie, who was trying to sleep in her seat on the side of the aisle. It only made them giggle harder.

“She was so mad,” Shauna whispered after Lottie had gone back to sleep.

“Well, I’d be mad at you too if you had disturbed my nap,” Jackie joked.

Shauna gave her a look of faux betrayal. “You were just as loud,” she accused. “Besides, you could never stay mad at me for long.”

“That is true,” Jackie admitted. It was true. She would always forgive her, no matter what. Because she was Shauna and to Jackie, Shauna was everything. She leaned forward then, softly kissing Shauna on the cheek, a silent promise. I’ll never stay mad at you. Never.

The look in Shauna’s eyes was one of pure adoration, as if she loved Jackie just as much as Jackie loved her. She felt that ache in her chest again. So she chuckled to fill the silence, playing it all off as a joke. She would forgive Shauna for anything, but she did not need to worry about that. She knew Shauna would never hurt her.

#jackie taylor #shauna shipman #shaunajackie #yellowjackets #my fic

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mimithealpaca · 11 months

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DAILY PRIDE MONTH DOODLES #6 + 6.5 - ...and yakuza boss kacchan

i almost forgot to crosspost here! :'D but i didn't haha! sooooo would you let her step on you? ;) i would... asdfasdfdas

so for this one, i drew the right one first. i was about to abandon the left one, but then i pushed myself after finishing the right one to ink it. i'm rather proud of the outfit... i think kacchan very hot here :) i may draw this more in the future lol

#bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku #mha #bnha #yakuza fembkdk au #fem bakugou #bakugou katsuki #fluently markers #alcohol markers #sakura gel pens #traditional art #sketchbook #doodle #daily pride month 2023 doodles #mimithealpaca

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paperweight-jellyfish · 4 months

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going to tryand do a weekly journal type thing for 2024. i forget a lot of stuff so this is my new years resolution ok here we go

1/7/24

been cleaning out my bedroom at my parents house over break. lots of old stuff there i’d forgotten about. found a bunch of old sketchbooks (which i sorted by year and put away) and it really put in perspective how long i’ve been drawing. i’ve got sketchbooks from before i had a tumblr in that pile (making them impossible to get an exact year on) kinda want to go back and redraw some realllly old stuff of mine. maybe something of eggs since i’ve been working on her story lately.

also in the Cleaning i have found a crochet project i completely forgot about. i made like 60% of a sweater two years ago (i hand dyed the wool and everything). luckily i still had the pattern downloaded so i just yesterday finished the arms. now all i gotta do is block it and add the ribbing and i’m done. its a nice wool, one that is actually cozy rather than being itchy so i’m excited.

done some mending also. fixed some rips in my dad’s pants with some sashiko. not my cleanest work but it holds it together and fixes the problem. he was really excited about it :)

got in the case for a keyboard i’m building. my first custom keyboard!! the switches are pre-lubed so i’m debating if i want to get some and re-do it or if i’m satisfied as is.

i’ve started recording cassettes!!! its super easy to do right from my laptop and i’ve been having lots of fun making the j cards. very happy that i bought that recorder its so cool. so far i’ve done some The Unicorns stuff and i plan on doing Burnout Beautiful next. probably the demos on the a side and the one live performance recording on youtube on the b side (maybe after that i should do mook?)

in that vein, i’ve also been editing lyrics on genius. i needed lyrics to put on the little insert i made but some lyrics are wrong and now i’ve made it a mission to transcribe. made it to 300 IQ this week. transcribing is fun if hard.

started a stardew valley co-op farm with gort. we played for like 5 hours straight yesterday and got almost all the way through spring. sal is making our farm so cute and its so nice to hang out and just work together. need to make this a regular thing. overall not a super eventful week but a nice one. very chill.

some goals for next weekish

block the sweater

try on all the clothes in my bedroom and decide what can stay and what can be donated

start the drawing my boyfriends commissioning me for

set up my capture card so i can stream ghost trick to gort

pick out an eggs drawing from my old sketchbooks to redraw

record burnout beautiful to cassette

start crossposting things from twitter. i refuse to abandon this blog even if my brain is awful at remembering to post

songofthe week

pics below cut because this is long enough as it is

>eggs (from one of said sketchbooks)

> sweater (pre-finishing off the arms)

> mending on my dads jeans (ft. the INCREDIBLE scissors he got me for christmas. holy shit these things feels so good to cut with)

> bespoke the unicorns cassette (it says volume 1 because i put multiple albums on there so i dont waste tape)

> stardew valley fun (i’m the one in the straw hat)

> the keyboardddddd (i'm typing on it right now and WOW i love this thing already)

#my journal #pj yells #long post #gort is the name of our discord sever btw #well. right now its actually the church of yaoi but we are gort #i hope i keep up with this cause i feel like i need a place to look back at and remember what all ive done #omg typing on this keyboard is so fun i love the noises it makes heheheee

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made-ofmemories · 1 year

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When Life Tears You Asunder, But You’re Not Alone

(Chapter 18/19)

General Warnings/tags: Found family, implied Wayne/Susan in future chapters, Max & Eddie have a sibling like relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, Lumax and Steddie make appearances throughout the chapters but the primary focus is on the familial bonds between characters

Chapter specific warnings/tags: This is very much a lumax and steddie focused chapter, lots of fluff! A tiny bit of period typical homophobia but it isn’t particularly directed at any of the characters it’s just an acknowledgement of it existing.

Word count: 3569

Summary: Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Notes: Co-written with the wonderful @ladydorian05 and crossposted on AO3.

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“I see Steve’s car, park over there,” Max says, slapping Eddie’s arm to get his attention as she points at the car in question. They’re 15 minutes late, even with Eddie’s questionable approach to speed limits and Max has been stressed about missing the beginning of the movie she and Lucas are meant to be watching for the entire journey.

The van has barely come to a halt when she hops out, “Max! Wait, you-” Eddie sighs when the only response he gets is the slam of the passenger door closing, and hops out of the van to follow her.

“What’re you doing?” Max whisper-hisses when she hears him call for her and turns to see that he's following her to Steve’s car.

“You forgot your glasses.” He explains, holding them out for her to take.

“I know. I did it on purpose.” She says as if the thought of any other explanation is utterly ridiculous.

“You’ll get a headache.”

“Aw, I didn’t think you cared.”

“I care when I’m the one who’ll have to endure your grumpiness the whole way home.” He narrows his eyes at her, still insistently holding out the pair of glasses between them.

“He’s right.” It’s Steve, he’s barely out of the car, clearly not planning on sticking around, leaning with one arm braced on the roof of the car and the door still open, “Besides, they’re not so bad once you get used to them.” He shrugs. He’s wearing his own glasses, he’s been wearing them more frequently ever since that day in Family video when Eddie saw them for the first time.

Her gaze flickers to Lucas who nods with a soft expression on his face usually reserved for Max, “You should wear them.”

“Alright, fine.” She huffs, holding her hands up in surrender before she takes the glasses from Eddie and slides them on, “Ok, we’re going now.”

“I’ll pick you up at 9, Lucas!” Steve calls out to the pair of retreating forms heading for the mall entrance.

“10.” Max bargains, turning to look at Steve without slowing down.

Steve looks to Eddie who shrugs one shoulder in response, who is he to stand in the way of young love?

“Alright, 9:30,” Steve calls back once he realizes Eddie is going to be of no help.

“Deal.”

“They’re adorable,” Steve comments, they’re both hanging around watching to make sure the pair make it into the mall when Max slips her hand into Lucas’.

“Almost enough to warm this cold dead heart.” Eddie jokes, crossing both hands over his chest and leaning against the other side of Steve’s car for a brief moment before he pushes himself away, “Well, see you around, Stevie.” He says, turning to leave once he sees Lucas and Max disappearing behind the sliding glass doors of the mall.

“Actually,” Steve calls and Eddie stops in his tracks, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out until we have to pick them up?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Eddie states, confusion furrowing his brow, “You don’t have a date to get to?”

“Nope, I’m free all day. So? What’d’ya say? I mean, unless you have a date or something?”

“Um no, no date.” Eddie assures him. He might be of the opinion that this entire day is one giant capitalistic nightmare, but if he had to spend it with anyone he’d choose Steve over anyone, “Hanging out sounds good.”

“Alright, let's go.”

They take Steve’s car, it’s clean and it smells like the little pine tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror rather than the greasy smell of old fast food cartons and the faint scent of weed that seems to linger in Eddie’s van.

“So,” Eddie starts, letting his head loll to the side as he looks over to Steve who is concentrating on the road, his hair looks nice today, even nicer than usual, “How come Steve Harrington doesn’t have plans on valentines day? You practically have girls lining up at your door waiting to go on a date with you and instead, you’ve ended up playing chauffeur and hanging out with me. It doesn’t add up, man.”

“I like hanging out with you.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“I don’t know,” Steve sighs and drags a hand over his face whilst keeping the other on the wheel, “I guess I just realized there isn’t much point unless you’ve got someone who makes it worth making a big deal of.”

“No one special then?”

He shrugs, “There’s someone, but I don’t know if he feels the same way.”

He.

Steve glances over, taking his eyes off the road for just a fraction of a second, he’s trying to judge Eddie’s reaction most likely. Eddie almost misses the gesture entirely, his brain working overtime trying to process the new information. He’d had his suspicions after Robin had refused to tell him whether Steve was into guys or not, but it wasn’t like he could just walk up to him and ask the question outright.

“Well, you’ll never know unless you tell him how you feel,” Eddie blurts out, truthfully he isn’t sure what he’s meant to say in the situation but staying silent feels wrong.

“I guess, I just don’t want to lose him as a friend, y’know?”

Eddie hums affirmatively, he knows that feeling all too well.

There’s some cheesy pop hit playing on the radio that Steve keeps humming along to as he drives. It’s endearing and the only reason Eddie doesn’t kick up a fuss about the music choice. Eddie has never heard him sing and it’s difficult to judge just from the low humming mingling with the sound of the radio, but he thinks he’d have a nice singing voice.

He realizes halfway into their journey that he doesn’t actually know where they’re going. The roads look familiar, but he doesn’t fully put all the pieces together until they’re parked outside of a local pizza place that Eddie knows well, as it turns out there aren’t all that many restaurant choices in small town Hawkins.

Steve insists on buying, Eddie doesn’t put up much of a fight.

“We’re not eating here?” Eddie asks when Steve grabs the box of pizza and 2 sodas from the counter and gestures towards the door with a nod of his head.

“No, come on,” Steve says, leaving Eddie scrambling to get up from the seat he had taken whilst they waited.

The next time Steve stops the car they’re overlooking Sattlers quarry. Steve hops out first, grabbing the food from the back seat. Eddie follows.

“I used to bring Max out here all the time,” Eddie explains as he follows Steve around to the back of the car. Steve perches himself on the trunk and Eddie copies the action, letting his feet rest on the bumper, “We usually sit down by the water.” He adds, gesturing down to the pool of water at the bottom of the steep drop in front of them.

“Yeah?” Steve flips open the cardboard lid of the box revealing a pizza covered in all of Eddie’s favorite toppings. They’d ordered pizza once a few days after Eddie had gotten out of the hospital and it surprises him a little that Steve had paid enough attention to be able to recall his pie of choice, “It’s nice out here… quiet.”

Eddie lets out a noncommittal hum in acknowledgment, “Bet you bring all your dates out here.” He teases.

“Actually, you’re the first.”

The sincerity of it shocks him, Steve is full of surprises today so it seems, and Eddie crams half a slice of pizza into his mouth as an excuse to delay his response.

“Well, consider me honored, my liege.”

“On the contrary, I’m the one honored by your presence, my good sir.” God help him, he swears he won’t be responsible for his actions if Steve starts talking nerdy to him. “How was your last campaign with the kids?” Jesus Christ! Eddie is torn between wanting to leave immediately before he does something he might regret, like kissing Steve’s pretty lips, and wanting to live in this moment forever.

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“Damn, everything on the listing is either a romcom or we’ve seen it with the others,” Lucas says looking at the list of movie titles and showing times.

“I wouldn’t mind rewatching something.” Max shrugs.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to watch something new?”

“Yeah, but it’s better than Mannequin which is our only other option.” She pulls a face of mild disgust, they’d seen the trailer for it last time they were at the cinema with the rest of the party.

Sure she’d sat through all of those romcoms El loved so much, maybe even enjoyed one or two more than she’d like to admit, but they still weren’t going to be her first choice… nor her second, third, or fourth.

“The closest showings for the ones we both like are in like an hour or two and if we consider the time Steve and Eddie are picking us up, we shouldn’t go for those.”

“What about Dead of winter?” Lucas suggests. They’re standing to the side of the ticket line, not wanting to jump in until they know what they’re going to be watching, “We haven’t seen that one and I heard it’s a thriller.”

“Sure, dead of winter it is,” Max agrees, letting Lucas link their hands together as they head for the ticket booth, “If each pays their ticket, we can split the cost for the popcorn and sodas.”

“Umm, actually I was planning on paying for both of us, I’ve been saving so I’m sure I have more than enough,” Lucas says.

Max knows that it's common and even expected for the guy to pay, and normally she wouldn't refuse someone offering to pay for her. It’s cute that he wants to be chivalrous, but she knows that it wasn't just that Lucas has saved up his allowance, she knows he's been doing odd jobs around his neighborhood again. She likes him, she cares about him a lot, and she doesn't want him to spend all his money on this date when she can contribute.

She's not sure if she can really call her feelings for him love, not yet at least. But, if they're in for the long run, she wants to make sure he knows that they're a team, that they can do these kinds of things together, that burdens and responsibilities can and will be shared between them.

“Lucas, it’s fine, I can cover it. You don't have to pay for everything. Besides, Wayne’s been asking me to help him fix his car, Eddie’s van, and my mom’s car. He always slips me a few bucks after.”

“Wait, Eddie’s uncle is teaching you how to fix cars and paying you after?” She hadn’t thought it was a big deal, but he sounds impressed.

“Pretty much. I refused at first, but he’d slip it in my jacket pocket or inside my backpack when I wasn’t watching so I just gave up.”

She still remembers the first time he slipped the bill into the pocket of her denim vest, the thing got shredded when she washed it. It hadn't been fun picking all the little paper bits from that load. Even if she now accepts them when he hands them to her, she developed the habit of checking every single pocket of every piece of clothing that she places in the washer.

“Eddie also lets me keep his loose change sometimes, when I have enough I take it to Family video, and Steve exchanges it for bills, he's always complaining about never having enough change.”

“That’s awesome.” Lucas muses as they advance a spot in the long line for the tickets. It seems that just about every couple in Hawkins had the same idea for today.

“Yup.”

“Hey, now that you mentioned Eddie, what’s up with him and Steve?” Lucas asks, turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Shit, she needs to tread carefully. This could be about anything, from just them hanging out a lot to him noticing Eddie’s crush. She would hate to accidentally out Eddie.

“Well, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the stares, the longing looks, I had to watch Eddie staring at Steve’s lips for an entire conversation the other day,” Lucas explains, “I’m pretty sure Gareth has noticed too he keeps making these weird vague comments during D&D.”

Oh Gareth has definitely noticed, that she’s sure of.

“ Hell, one of the reasons I asked Steve to drive me here today was because you mentioned Eddie was dropping you off. I just, don’t know, hoped that maybe they could have their own little date or whatever.”

“One of the reasons? What’s another reason?” Max asks. So, it seems like he has noticed the ‘something’ between them.

“I would have gotten all sweaty if I biked here. But don’t change the topic. ”

“You… would be okay if they got together like that?” She needs to know that she didn’t misunderstand his words, that he’d be really okay with Eddie liking guys. She thinks that he is okay with it, but one can never be too cautious, especially in a small town like Hawkins. Would she really be outing her brother if her boyfriend already figured out that he’s into guys?

“Sure! They’re both our friends, I want them to be happy. Wouldn’t you?” He squeezes her hand. Oh, shit, now he’s the one thinking that she might not be okay with it.

“Of course I would. It would at least put an end to Eddie’s pining. Don’t tell him I told you this, and I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone.”

“I’m sworn to secrecy, I promise.”

“He actually bought Berlin’s ‘Take my breath away’ single.”

“What!? Eddie buying something not metal? No way, when?”

“I’m not exactly sure when, but I’m sure it happened after he watched Top gun with Steve, he kinda told me after I spent a whole week bugging him about the tape.” Max laughs.

“Holy shit, he’s whipped,” Lucas comments amused.

“I know. It’s a bit sad to watch the yearning on his face when he listens to it.”

“He really can’t see that Steve might… I don’t know. Let him down gently or even give him a chance if not because he reciprocates his feelings then because he cares?”

“I actually have a feeling that Steve might also be into him. But I don’t think either of them know how to go about it. Anyways, enough about them, this is our date. No more talking about other people’s relationships at least until 9:30.”

“Okay.” Without noticing they had gotten to the front of the line. After getting their tickets the line for the popcorn is less crowded, they get 2 medium sodas, popcorn and make a compromise on a box of Whoppers.

Their theater isn’t that full. The other couples probably went for the romcoms. The movie is quite good, even if they missed some of the plot when they began to throw the crunchy chocolate balls and popcorn for the other to catch it with their mouth making a bit of a mess around them.

“I actually liked the movie, even if it was frustrating how you could clearly see how she could have saved herself sooner,” Max says, helping Lucas to gather their trash on the way out of the theater.

“Oh but she did so well in the end.” He comments.

“They had it coming.”

“We still have time, what do you want to do?” Lucas asks, checking his watch once they’ve located the nearest trash can and his hands are no longer occupied by the empty soda cups.

“Let’s go to the record store, I want to find more patches for my vest.”

Lucas manages to find a Gremlins patch, it’s circular with a black background featuring ‘Stripe’ from the movie and the word troublemaker embroidered at the top. Max smiles when he shows her it and he insists on buying it for her. Meanwhile, Max gets a skateboard one and one in the shape of a hand making the rock 'n roll sign adorned with a black spiked wristband. Once the patch bin has been thoroughly scouted, they move on to the tapes section.

They still have a little more than half an hour before Steve and Eddie pick them up, even after they finish browsing the record store. They’re wandering aimlessly around the various storefronts when Max spots the unfamiliar bubblegum-pink exterior of one of the restaurants in the small food court.

"I didn't know there was a place that sells milkshakes."

“Must be new,” Lucas comments, following her gaze, “Do you want one?”

"Yeah, sure. But not from here. I'm loyal to one place and one place only."

"The diner." He rolls his eyes with fondness.

"Damn right!"

"I'll radio Steve. Maybe he can take us both and if Eddie went home, we can call him from the diner."

Eddie and Steve turn up 10 minutes later. Max and Lucas are waiting in the parking lot for them and share a knowing look when they see Eddie already seated in the passenger seat, talking animatedly and smiling broadly when Steve pulls up. Max had suspected they were together when Eddie’s van was still in the parking lot and Steve’s car was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean anything Eddie could have headed inside whilst they were busy watching the movie or taken a walk.

Steve holds the door open for them all and Max and Eddie head in first. She picks their usual booth and glares at Eddie when he tries to join her.

“Dude,” She says pointedly, both eyebrows raised as she tries to not so subtly gesture towards one of the other tables.

“What?”

“Sit somewhere else, I don’t want my brother crashing my date.” She explains.

“May I remind you that your brother is the one who drove you all the way out to the mall on Valentines day?”

“First of all, it’s not like you had plans anyway. Secondly, you got a date with Steve out of it so you can’t complain.” He doesn’t deny it, which is interesting. She’ll be sure to grill him for all of the details later, well maybe not all the details, there are some things she does not need to know.

Eddie sighs dramatically, but listens to her and goes over to Steve who is standing by the counter making their order. They’re too far away for her to hear their conversation but she sees Eddie tap Steve’s bicep to get his attention and the way he uses his head to gesture to one of the tables on the opposite side of the room.

She gets a strawberry milkshake and lets Lucas pay this time, he pushes it across the table towards her and takes a sip of his own chocolate-banana one. Her glasses slip down her nose when she leans forward to reach the straw in her glass and she pushes them up with the tip of her index finger.

“I like your glasses,” Lucas blurts, it’s a little out of the blue but she appreciates the compliment, “they suit you.”

“Thanks.” She’s smiling bashfully, taking another sip of her milkshake as an excuse to avoid eye contact.

“I don’t think I could pull them off.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know about that,” she muses, “I think you could.”

“Yeah?” He reaches across the table taking the corners of the frames in hand, he hesitates for a second, only sliding them off her face when she doesn’t make any effort to stop him and then slides them onto his own face, “What do you think?”

A laugh bubbles out of her at the sight, he’s posing with an exaggerated pout on his face, “Yeah, you’re right they look much better on me,” She tells him in a joking tone. She lets him place them carefully back onto her face rather than just handing them back.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence whilst they both enjoy their milkshakes, listening to the pop music playing over the radio and the chatter surrounding them. It’s busy, probably the busiest Max has ever seen the place but that’s not exactly unexpected given the day.

“Do you think your plan worked?” She asks, jerking her head back in the direction of Steve and Eddie’s table.

She has her back turned to them so she can’t see them without making it obvious that she’s looking and they’re too far away to eavesdrop on their conversations, that one’s her own fault.

“I’m pretty sure they’re holding hands under the table,” Lucas informs her, craning his neck subtly to try to get a better view, “So I’d say it was a success.”

Risky, but the staff are busy fulfilling the rush of orders and most of the customers are busy paying attention to their own conversations and dates. It’s unlikely anyone is looking at Steve and Eddie tucked away in the corner. Besides, even if someone did say something, who would believe them? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and Steve ‘the king’ Harrington, holding hands? No way. Yeah, she thinks giving into her curiosity and turning in her seat to look at them, they’ll be just fine.

#stranger things #lumax #Lucas Sinclair #max mayfield #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #st

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honeybee-heart · 8 months

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When we were young (prequel)

Crossposted on Ao3 and Wattpad

Summary: “Why?” He looked into her eyes, searching for answers. “Why can it not be?”

“We are two sides of the same coin Severus. We make a whole, but will never be on the same side.”

Two lonely souls finally, cross paths for a singular moment in time. Tomorrow is not promised but at least they have the memories of what could have been.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OFC

Word count: 3957

Tags: POV Severus Snape, Marauders Era, Fluff and Angst, Slight James potter bashing, Young Severus Snape, Original Potter Characters, Severus needs a hug, Hopeful Ending, Harry was raised by other(s), Prequel, Oneshot

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

A/n: Hello, my name is Honeybee. I wrote this as a prequel one-shot, to a greater story arc I am currently working on. I will post those chapters here, along with Ao3 and Wattpad. I do not have a beta, so if there are errors please forgive me. I've also never posted on Tumbler, please have patience while I figure out formatting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. <3

Severus never believed in soulmates or true love, until he met Lily Evans. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She wasn't cruel like his father or distant and cold like his poor mother. Her auburn hair shined in the sun like an angel that had come down from heaven just to light up his miserable life. She was kind and soft like the flower she was named after. Yes, Severus knew that soulmates were real, and she was none other than his best friend.

That was, until his second year when he laid his eyes on Juliana Potter. Of course, he didn't know she was a Potter. No, if he had known beforehand, he wouldn't have felt this way. The moment his eyes met hers it felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Black eyes met the perfect combination of honey brown with a ring of green that reminded him of springtime buds.

His whole body had a visceral reaction to seeing her. It wasn’t like Lily, he felt butterflies and warmth. No, it was scorching and almost painful with her. For a moment Severus had forgotten all about his wretched life. He forgot about his family and his bullies; all that mattered was her.

Until that damned moment, Professor McGonagall called out her name and everything crashed down around him. At first, he didn’t believe it, perhaps he had misheard or she was not related to him. Life was never fair to Severus and this was another cruel joke to add to his already pathetic existence.

He watched her walk up to the hat looking nervous as any other first year. The similarities started to show as he observed her. She looked exactly like James. Her untamable black hair, the same hazel eyes. She was softer and more delicate than Potter, but the resemblance was uncanny.

Unshockingly, she was sorted into Gryffindor but by then, Severus had stuffed everything he had felt for the girl as deep down as he could. She would be just like her brother. He tried to convince himself that he felt nothing for her. She was just another pain in his life, she wasn’t even that pretty, not compared to Lily.

He knew it was all lies even at such a young age. He also knew this was going to be trouble. Having feelings for a Potter would only end terribly. It did not bode well for the remainder of his schooling.

His predictions had been correct after that fateful day things had only gone downhill. Even at what seemed like rock bottom, he somehow found himself falling deeper and deeper. By the time he reached his final year, he was all alone. Lily had left after he, in a fit of embarrassment and anger, called her a Mudblood. That had been the worst thing he had ever done. He would regret it for the rest of his life. Then, almost having been killed or worse, turned by Remus at the Shrieking Shack thanks to Sirius’ little prank. To this day Severus could still hear the horrid howls and snarls of that animal.

The only thing he had left was The Dark Lord and to become a Death Eater after he graduated. He spent most of his days skulking around the halls, between classes, he waited for nightfall to complete his dark spell designs and potions.

He had heard her before she came into view behind him. She looked every bit of the ethereal goddess from the first moment he saw her. Her eyes met his and he felt his knees go weak. Heat engulfed him like a raging inferno as she came closer. He couldn’t move, only watched in awe at the girl that haunted his dreams for years.

Her hair was in its natural wild state, it hung loosely around her shoulders and down her back. She never wore her school robes or vest, only in the school’s mandated uniform of a simple button-up shirt and wool skirt. The nail in his coffin was those damn sugar quills she was constantly sucking on. She always had one between those perfect soft lips. She grinned, her eyes lit up as she began to circle him. It was unnerving and intriguing to watch her move around him.

He kept his expression neutral and cold as he did with anyone else. He refused to show weakness to her. “Potter, what brings you here? If you are here to taunt me like your brother, I assure you I have no qualms about treating you the same as I do him.” His hand twitched to move under his sleeve where he kept his wand, if she was looking for a fight he was certainly ready.

She only chuckled at his words continuing to circle him like a predator toying with its prey before striking. “Oh, Severus, you truly have such a brilliant mind. Yet, you act like a cornered animal when anyone comes close.” She stopped in front of him, popping the sugar quill from her mouth. Her eyes met his, unwavering from his icy stare that sent most others scurrying away.

“What do you want from me, Potter?” His voice dripped with disdain. The tension rose around the pair; it was almost palpable. He crossed his arms over his chest, sliding his hand into his sleeve the cool ebony wood of his wand brushed against his fingers. He tried not to think too much of her compliment. He felt his heart skip a beat and heat flood his cheeks.

“I want many things from you Severus, but it’s a shame it’ll never be. Besides, I’m sure you’re still brooding over Lily Evans and my brother's rumored engagement.”

His heart sank at the mention of the rumors. Everyone had heard about James’ plan to propose to Lily once they had graduated. He despised the fact that Lily had chosen James over him. “You must find it quite amusing, don’t you? Reveling in my suffering, while you and your brother get everything handed to you on a silver platter.” The familiar feeling of bitterness and resentment he always felt every time he thought of Lily rose in his chest.

She only smiled tapping the sugar quill on her plush lip, before she began to circle him again. “I find it amusing that you tied your whole self-worth to a girl who only saw you as a friend. It’s a shame.”

“Enough.” He sneered, grabbing her arms, pulling her closer, their noses almost touching. “You know nothing of my feelings or my feelings or intentions. But mark my words, Potter, I will not be defined by a failed friendship or your judgments.” His voice turned low as he uttered each word deliberately, he leaned in his aquiline nose brushing against hers. “I am destined for far greater things than you or anyone else could ever imagine.”

Juliana didn’t even blink her hazel eyes, not even reacting to his threatening tone. “I’m very aware you are destined for great things. I only meant that it’s a shame Lily threw you away like trash. I’m not quite sure what she thought would happen when she chose your tormentor over you. In my opinion, you are much better than James.”

His breath caught in his throat at her words. They echoed in his mind, you are much better than James. Her words struck a nerve as he stared into her eyes. His grip on her arms loosened slightly. He searched her eyes for any hint of mockery and deceit. He found none, only understanding and a glimmer of something else hidden deep, that he couldn’t quite place. It felt as if she could see through all the defenses he put up to protect himself. It was terrifying and yet for once he felt like someone truly saw him, past the sneers and cold words.

“Better than James?” His voice cracked his grip on her arm tightening. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Potter.” His eyes bored into hers he could smell her perfume being so close. It smelled comforting and warm, the vanilla and cocoa blending to make an intoxicating scent.

She smiles and nods with a confirming nod, “Yes I think you are much better than James. Perhaps I am biased, but I find you much more fascinating and mysterious than my brother. Such a shame you still are going down a dark path.” She sighs, biting her lip, and takes a step back.

He hadn’t realized how much warmth her body radiated, till it was replaced by the cool castle air. He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. His thoughts swirled around in his head leaving him utterly confused. Her words echoed in his mind, shaking the foundations he thought were solid. His loyalty to the dark arts wavered ever so slightly.

He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and regained control of his feelings. “The path I choose is not for you to judge.” His voice was steady and terse as he spoke.

He hadn’t missed her biting her lip either. The subtle display of desire lingered at the edge of their interaction. It made his heart pound and awakened feelings he had never felt before he met her.

“What do you want from me?” He asked again, his voice was quiet and full of vulnerability.

“As I said I want many things from you Severus, but it’s not meant to be. I also want you to know while I don’t agree with your…choices I do not judge you for them. I will admit I find the dark arts fascinating but, simply out of curiosity not for harm as you and your ‘friends’ like to explore them.” She air-quoted the word friends with her fingers. Her tongue peeked out between her lips to wet them, her eyes never leaving his.

Severus’ eyes narrowed as he absorbed her words. The complexity of her desires fascinated him and drew him into the mystery of her intentions. The mention of her curiosity about the dark arts intrigued him.

He could feel the growing tension between them as the unspoken desires swirled around them. His hands were still holding her arms. Seeing her red-stained tongue peaking out between her lips sent a shiver down his spine.

“Do you wish to learn from me?” He asked her, his voice tinged with the same vulnerability as before.

He stepped close, closing the gap between them, their bodies almost touching. “What do you seek from this dance we have found ourselves in?”

She smiles glancing at his lips before meeting his gaze. “What a wonderful dance it is, don’t you think? Too bad it must come to an end before it has even started.”

Her answer only frustrated and intrigued Severus. He longed for her to give him clarity. To reveal her desires and intentions openly. Yet, it seemed as if she relished in the ambiguity of their interaction.

A rush of boldness surged through him. His hand slid around her waist to the small of her back. He pulled her into his chest brushing her hair out from her face. Her soft skin under his fingertips felt like heaven.

“Why must it end?” His voice was low and husky when he questioned her. His words were laced with a potent mix of desire and curiosity.

He couldn’t deny how he felt for her anymore. Looking into her honeyed eyes he felt that familiar magnetic pull, this time it was stronger than ever before. He’d never been this close to her before today. A hunger ignited in the depths of his soul fueled by their proximity and desire.

“Tell me, what is it that you seek from this dance?” He leaned in his voice a breathless whisper, his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. He felt her shiver against his hand on her back. His nose brushed against her hair the smell of her shampoo surrounding him. The air crackled around them with the tension between them.

She leaned back to look him in the eyes. Her lips almost touched his. “Only you, but it is not meant to be.” She looks away pulling his arm from around her and stepping back again.

He instinctively reached to grab her arm, “wait.” He had given her a pleading look. It was a desperate attempt to bridge the gap she insisted on creating between them. His voice betrayed his emotions, the desperation in it obvious to both of them. His hand dropped limply by his side as she retreated.

Confusion and frustration churned in a debilitating mix within him. He wanted to pursue this intoxicating dance, yet he didn’t want to push her boundaries.

“Why?” He looked into her eyes searching for answers. “Why can it not be?”

“We are two sides of the same coin, Severus. We make a whole but will never be on the same side.”

Her smile was perplexing, it seemed almost happy but there was a deep sadness in her eyes. He knew deep down that she was correct. It struck a chord within him. They were bound together by a connection that defied conventional logic and understanding. But their paths diverged in ways that seemed insurmountable.

He looked her in the eye, he felt resigned to his fate but a small flicker of determination grew within him. “Perhaps you are right, we are fated to dance on opposite sides.” He mumbled his voice laced with regret. “But even so… I cannot deny the pull I feel towards you. I know you feel it as well. Tell me, what would need to happen to have our paths aligned?”

She gave him the saddest smile he had ever seen. “Nothing short of a miracle could have our paths merge.”

Severus’ heart sank in his chest, her words weighed heavily on him. The truth of her statement sobered him. The realization that their paths were destined to remain apart destroyed him.

He looked at her with a mix of yearning and resignation, knowing deep down that the dance they had shared all these years was nearing its end. The bitter-sweetness of the moment hung heavy in the air as he spoke softly.

“Then let us cherish this dance we’ve shared. For even if we cannot continue, let us make this one moment memorable.” His voice was tinged with sadness, his fingers reached forward to brush against her hand.

He noticed her finger twitch almost reaching back for his hand.

“It will be a dance I will always remember.”

A surge of courage coursed through his veins as he did what he had longed to do for far too long. His hand wrapped around her waist, the other cupping her cheek. “Then let us make this dance memorable.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his nose buried in her hair. The hand on her cheek moved down to entwine his fingers with hers.

She melted into his embrace resting her head over his heart. Her eyes closed as she spoke. “Every dance I’ve had with you, even if we were never this close before, was always memorable. Since the very first, when I saw you before I was sorted.”

Severus’ heart skipped a beat at her words. She had remembered him since the very beginning. Their bodies fit together with harmonic ease. It felt natural and comfortable to have her in his arms. He never wanted this moment to end. Their breaths mingled together, a symphony of shared intimacy.

He felt a surge of emotions well up inside him, his head dipping down to whisper in her ear. “Every dance we’ve shared has left an indelible impression on me. But this…this is different. It feels as if time has stood still when you are in my arms.”

His lips pressed against her forehead as they swayed to a silent melody. His eyes closed as well, basking in this moment for as long as he could.

She tilted her head up to look him in his eyes. Her hand came up to trace his sharp cheekbone. Her fingertips glided over his skin.

He savored her touch tilting his head into her hand. The gentle touch sent warmth through his body. No one had ever touched him like this. Not even Lily, no he wouldn’t think about her right now. All that mattered was Juliana. The world faded into insignificance as he focused solely on the woman before him. The weight of their connection weighed heavily on him, but he loved every second of it. It felt as if they were suspended in a timeless space where only their desires and emotions mattered.

“At this moment there is nothing else but you and I.” His voice trembled with the raw emotions inside him. His hand slid to cup her face, his thumb traced her bottom lip. “I will remember this forever.”

Their eyes meet her lips pressing into his thumb. “As will I, no matter how far our paths take us I will always remember this. No matter how we dance for different sides of a war, we will always be bound together in memory.”

A surge of desire passed through his body with her lips against his thumb. Her words echoed in his mind, resonating with the truth he had to accept. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

“You are right our dance may end, but our memories will last forever.” With a gentle but firm pull, he drew his body flush to hers. The world around him ceased to exist as he lowered his head capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

He almost didn’t hear the sound of her dropping the sugar quill as her hands shot into his hair. Her fingers dragged through the inky strands.

This moment transcended anything he had ever felt before. Time and loyalties no longer mattered, as he felt her lips moving against his. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. The heat radiating between their bodies, the connection between them filled him with fire as hot as the sun, scorched in the sky.

He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he deepened it. Their tongues moved together in a sensual dance as both his hands cupped her face.

This moment was everything to him. A perfect union of souls, a testament to the power of love. At this moment, there was no difference between good and evil, no distinction between light and dark. Only the two of them lost in a dance of passion and devotion.

His hands moved down to her waist, “don’t leave me.” His voice came out hoarse, thick with emotion. His face buried into her neck, he nestled his nose against her soft skin breathing in her fragrance. “Please, never leave me.”

He felt a soft whimper against his lips on her neck, his fingers tightened on her waist. Yet, she never said a word and he knew why. She couldn’t make such a promise with how things were. The world was on fire and they had picked different sides to burn in.

He looked up from her neck staring into her eyes. His hand moved down to cup her bottom under his skirt. His palms rubbed the smooth skin as he pulled her closer. “Please don’t go, Juliana, don’t go.”

Her breath hitched but she still couldn’t speak. She looked down, biting her quivering lip.

His lips brushed her cheek before moving along the line of her jaw and down her neck. His fingers drew small circles on the edge of her knickers. “I won’t leave you. No matter what happens, no matter who wins, we will be together again.”

He felt her shiver in his arms. He almost smiled till he noticed her eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Severus.”

His eyes narrowed at her words, he let his fingers trace the hemline of her knickers. His nails ran along the line between her skin and the edging. “Promises I can’t keep? Must I prove myself to you?”

“Sev, I…I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t know if we will ever see each other again. No matter which side wins, one of us will have to fall.” The tears began to fall down her cheeks and it shook Severus to his core.

His hand came up to wipe her tears, pressing his forehead against hers. The nickname she gave him left a tiny smile on his face. “We will find each other again. Even if it takes years we will find each other again. When we do, I will never let you go again. We will pick up exactly where we left off.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. “Please believe me.” His voice sounded pathetic as he begged her, but he needed her to believe him.

“I want to believe you, but I think we should be realistic. This war will change everything.”

He brushed his lips against hers again and lingered for a moment. “I promise you, my dear, no matter what happens we will find each other again. We will be reunited, and nothing will tear us apart.”

He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “I swear it, my love.”

She gave him that same sad smile as before hugging him tightly. “I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. Until we can dance again.”

She leaned in to kiss him, it was softer than the ones before. A kiss full of devotion and sealing their promises to each other.

Severus' arms wrapped around her as they embraced his head resting against her shoulder. For a moment, he just enjoyed this feeling. The pain, and sorrow of his life disappeared. Replaced by unbridled joy and love for her, and only her.

“Until then, I’ll wait for you.” He kissed behind her ear as he whispered his promises.

They both heard footsteps behind them and pulled apart looking down the corridor. The space between them felt like oceans worth of distance.

“I should go before someone sees. I don’t want my brother to start terrorizing you again.” She looked back at him, before turning to the hallway.

“Go then, but remember I will find you again.” Severus tried to smile, bringing her hand to his lips.

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“Gryffindor!” The sorting hat echoed out in the Great Hall and pulled Severus out of his reverie.

Harry Potter had been sorted into his house. It didn’t shock him he was sorted into the same house as his parents and his aunt.

He looked so much like the two women in Severus’ life that meant the world. He looked like his father sure, but his features were softer like Julianas’. Even from this distance, he could see those bright green eyes, just like his mother.

The last time he had seen Harry or Juliana was at the Potters’ funeral. He had never seen such sadness, or so many tears from her. He wanted to pull her and baby Harry into his arms. But he couldn’t, it was his fault they both had lost everything. He stayed far away, watching the funeral from a distance.

Afterward, both disappeared from the Wizarding World. No one had seen them, most figured she had fled the country after Dumbledore tried to force Harry to live with the Dursleys.

He wondered where she was now and if he’d see her again. He still kept his promise, he waited for her. Even if he had tried to forget her it was impossible, no one had measured up.

Till then, he would watch over Harry, for both of his girls.

Until they could dance again.

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SUPER duper long overdue crosspost of my ramblings slash thoughts slash translations of this (Vyn’s Enduring Light SSR). actually why did i not think of doing this on tumblr first HAHA anyway...

“remnants of oblivion”

(can we talk about how heartbreaking the title alone is orz)

image credit: yooneunji33 on twitter | read from 日和风物诗 on bilibili

little bit of backstory: there’s two gangs that are mainly featured here, for simplicity’s sake i’ll just refer to them as A and B. at the beginning of the card story, Rosa is the vice president of gang A, and Vyn used to be in gang B for a while before he left. Vyn is a doctor in this AU, and he has a medical centre in that town. He has a good reputation as a doctor because he’s very down to earth and doesn’t overcharge (relate orz)

the story starts off with a missing shipment of emergency medical supplies, and gang A’s president decides to frame Vyn for it. Rosa was ordered to do a body search on Vyn (the 1st CG) to look for anything suspicious,, translated dialogue below:

The moment I touched his waist, Vyn’s body jerked up slightly.

🩺 : I forgot to remind you, you can’t simply touch certain places.

🩺 : Ms. (Y/N) is not in a marital relationship right?

🌹 : Uh… not yet… why are you asking this, Dr. Richter? Are you trying to distract me?

🩺 : Looks like Ms. (y/n) is not too knowledgeable in this aspect. There’s an old saying here, if a woman touches sensitive parts of the opposite gender, it means that she has feelings for him and has intentions to marry him.

she didn’t find anything suspicious except for a foldable scalpel he says is for “self defense, but can be used to treat patients in an emergency”. 🌹: “Self defense?” 🩺 : Sometimes, I might bump into frantic man-eating folks. Of course I have to guard myself from them. 🩺 : But I just said it; my body is sitting in the medical centre, and the trouble falls from the sky. Sometimes I can’t prevent it no matter how much I try. 🩺 : Heh, so scary. 🌹: Your mouth says it’s “scary”, but the way you carry yourself doesn’t make it that frightening. 🩺 : I’ll still be afraid; I’m very timid, I’m afraid of everything. 🩺 : Ms. (y/n), did you hear a noise? Did a mouse enter my medical centre? (( ( crying at his sense of humour) one of the people from gang A reportedly says that they found some emergency medicine supplies in Vyn’s office, but when it was cross checked with the list of emergency medicine they were not the same substance. ^^ that person from gang A was the one who placed the medicine inside Vyn’s office a few days ago. Vyn noticed and swapped the medicine out, but didn’t come clean to the search party because it would be hard to explain his innocence. rosa is aware of this information because vyn told her, and after the search gang A had a meeting where Rosa got dismissed from the gang to made up evidence (by the president) of her of covering up Vyn’s crimes because they’re doting on each other >:) while Rosa was escorted home, they encountered an explosion and there were bullets flying everywhere. Vyn manages to save her in time, and he brings her to a secret base. (also Ogier exists in this universe LOL) on the way there, Vyn was treating her wounds in the car. while he was disinfecting her wound: 🩺 : Hold it in for a while, I need to completely disinfect this. Try thinking of other things to divert your attention from the pain. no one: absolutely no one: 🌹: I might as well be in a blank state of emotions, so I stared at Vyn’s hair and started counting.

(never change, rosa. never change.) 🌹: Actually… I didn’t think you’d come rescue me. At that time, I almost thought that I was going to die there. 🩺 : Don’t simply say things like “die”… you’re very healthy, you can definitely live up till a hundred years. (I DON’T LIKE THIS FORESHADOWING))) back at the base, a kid ran up to Vyn asking if he took his medication. it’s later revealed that he has a congenital disorder, and he also tells us that when he was young, a fortune teller told him that he would encounter two catastrophes in his life. the first one was at 9 years old when his illness almost got the better of him; he was brought back to life at the brink of death by his master who taught him medicine. the second one was supposed to be this year where he would die in an accident. 🌹 : Nonsense! You won’t die! 🌹 : There’s two days till the new year, and we’re already at the end of today! You can definitely live a long life and pass away in your sleep! ^ (( this foreshadowing (2) 🌹: And you’ve already lived past your first catastrophe, so you can definitely live past the second one! No, no! By right, the second one shouldn’t even happen in the first place!

🩺 : Why are you… so concerned about me?

embarrassed, she adverted her gaze and noticed a plant outside and asked if there were any special requirements that needed the plant to be in such harsh conditions. Vyn explains that it’s very self contradictory; because the seed itself is very weak, yet it’s only able to grow in these conditions. (rosa thinking: isn’t this similar to vyn’s illness?” ) 🩺 : It’s more commonly known as “The flower of hope”- it was left to me by my teacher who taught me about medicine; and that it was a rare species. He said, “As long as you patiently nurture it, you’ll definitely be able to see it in full bloom.”

🩺: It’s been 2 years but I haven’t observed any flowering. 🌹 : It’s okay, then I’ll nurture it with you! Flowers that are well taken care of will definitely bloom. It’s the “flower of hope”, of course it can!

((foreshadowing (3) D; ^ the moment rosa mentioned that it was reminiscent of Vyn’s illness i just had an italicised oh moment because tbh it’s not too interesting on the surface. but if you think of all the implied things;; i love the implication that she wants to be with him through thick and thin.

shortly after they received intel from Ogier that gang A's president was headed towards a hotel, they booked a room for themselves "disguised" as a couple. they were overhearing their conversation, but Vyn moved around a bit and accidentally broke a teapot, which drew attention. at that point gang A's president was knocking on their door almost wanting to kick it down and they were trying to keep it quiet, but vyn was trying to hold his coughing in so bad his face was red. Rosa then lent her hand for Vyn to bite on, saying that it was something her family did for her when she was very young.

Vyn was coughing blood and their room was about to be broken into so they hid somewhere, and when the room was open the hotel staff was like: hotel staff: "omg there's really every type of person in this age. some little couple booked a room in the middle of the night and they're not even staying here, they jumped out the window to go play..... sigh, thank god for the deposit" like,,, LOL/? DOES THIS HAPPEN VERY OFTEN HOTEL MANAGER ? after that they went back to the base where Rosa was hurriedly ordering people around to take his medicine for him. the entire time her back was turned against him because she couldn't bear to see him in a vulnerable state like this. so he touched her hair lightly.

🩺: “Ignoring me? His voice suddenly became very mellow, and it sounded like he was complaining, I almost gave in. I turned my head to not look at him; because I was afraid that I’d get soft-hearted. 🌹: “.. No! (Vyn takes his meds) 🩺 : Not ignoring me anymore?

((vyn is just a big fluffy cat u cannot tell me no!!!

🌹: You don’t take your meds properly… 🩺: I just forgot it, really. 🌹 : It’s my fault… I wanted to get the intel, but I forgot to take into consideration of your physical condition… 🩺: No, I forget to take my medicine quite often. But even if you weren’t around, I’d also rush over there immediately. 🩺 : But because you’re by my side tonight, I could get the help I needed. You see, didn’t you already help me in your own way? *points to 🌹’s arm. His teeth marks are there, and the teeth imprints are slightly bruised with traces of blood. 🌹: Does it hurt? … ( she looks away, to the people around her- all of them are people he has rescued before / share the same beliefs with. and she tears up.) 🌹(thinking): I went up and held the side of his arm that wasn’t injured and bit down. Yet even with my sudden actions, Vyn didn’t move away or show any hint of resentment. He was only surprised for a bit.

🩺: You… 🩺: Bite down harder; that way you’ll leave a mark. And he’s complaining that I did it too lightly… As if to prove him wrong, I bit him with more strength. Suddenly, my nose picked up the scent of blood, and I stopped immediately. 🌹: Sorry, it looks like I bit a little too deep… is it very painful.. Vyn looked at his arm which also had traces of blood and a bite mark and turned his gaze to me. 🩺: It doesn’t hurt at all. 🩺 : However… why did you suddenly bite me in around the same spot as I bit yours? 🌹: We sign a pact by biting each other’s arms. It’s solid evidence that we are allies; it’s something to remember us by.

🌹: From what I hear from legends, you can only make an ally’s mark once in your lifetime, so- 🌹: Doesn’t matter if it’s for our beliefs, or anything else. Promise me, Vyn, you absolutely cannot die, otherwise, I’ll be on my own. 🩺 :... 🌹: And, promise me, never “always forget to take your medicine again”, no matter how busy you are!

🌹: And here I was thinking once we’ve settled this incident, I want to invite you to stroll around this city with me! I have a good sense of direction, wherever you want to go I know my way there!

🩺: You want me to promise you so many things in one breath… why do I feel like I’m selling myself away? 🩺: Looks like you won't give up if I don’t answer you, so I promise you. And you’re right, if I ever lose my way in the future, I’ll go find you. 🩺: Speaking of which, where did you learn that way to remember something from? We could’ve just taken a picture together. 🩺: Even though I like this way of commemorating things… but… I’m afraid that your bite mark wasn’t deep enough. 🩺: ...and if one day that scar is healed… I won’t be able to see it anymore. 🩺 : So, let’s take a photo to commemorate this, it’ll last longer.

When we took the photo, Vyn suggested I sit down while he stood. I poked fun at him, saying that only married couples pose like this together, and he said that soulmates will also do the same. For some reason, I felt very happy hearing that. (((we're in the last part which is the most heart-wrenching one imo, but because the scene itself involves a lot of details that i didn't really elaborate on here this is v paraphrased. i still strongly suggest reading a full translation because i did not think i could cry so hard) gang A's leader they discussed their plan in the hotel, they intended to make war between the two gangs so that he and his friends would get all the credit under another gang name for supplying the medicine and make people have less trust for the major gangs (?) so the next morning, they wanted to take action to stop them. (before leaving for their separate duties): 🩺: Of course, when you succeed there, we'll meet here. I have something for you.

there's a lot of stuff in between but in the end, she suddenly thought about the situation Vyn was dealing with and rushed over. there's also some dialogue between gang A's president and Vyn (both on the floor, heavily injured, almost dead). Vyn was only half conscious at that point, so she ran towards him. 🌹 : Vyn! It's me! I'm back! As if he could hear my voice clearly, he lifted his head and looked in my direction. His facial expressions changed immediately. 🩺: (y/n)... you're back... Not too far away from where he was lying was the photo they took together yesterday. 🩺: Strange... it looks so near, but why... can't I reach it? 🩺 : Previously, what I wanted to give you is this photo of us together...

🩺: They processed it this morning and gave it to me... I wanted... to give it to you personally... 🩺 : I, Vyn Richter, have dedicated my life to practicing medicine for the people. I have... no more regrets... 🩺 : Moreso, I met my one and only soulmate... (y/n) you... 🌹: Who said that! You have regrets! You promised me! You promised me so many things! 🌹: Vyn, do you intend to leave me alone? We promised each other that we'd take care of the flower, and walk around this town... you cannot sleep! (( can i just say how much i love the part where she asserted that vyn had regrets... like. i can’t even explain why it just :( 🩺: “Today’s sunlight… is comfortingly warm… but why… do I still feel a little cold…” 🌹: ... Cold?! Vyn, don't fall asleep, talk a little more with me and you won't be cold anymore! 🩺: ... I'll listen to you... I won't sleep.... what should I say? Oh... I know now... 🩺: I had a dream this morning... 🩺: The me in my dreams... seemed like he didn't have any lifelong illnesses... and didn't get sick often... 🩺: The me in my dream.... the way we were in my dream... were still together... we promised... Promised what? No one gave me an answer to that question. It seems like, no one ever will.

aaaand *drumroll* that’s all! there’s still the afterstory but i like angst and pretending happy endings don’t exist. keep in mind this is heavily paraphrased so i did miss out on some details.., i just wanted to commemorate my favourite parts of the story while keeping it in context here. if you wanna ramble about it come find me on twitter / write me an ask or anything!! thanks for reading this far :)

#tears of themis #vyn richter #cn server spoilers

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