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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 21 - My Fair Lady

📜 Merry Christmas, you filthy animals! 😏😂

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, mentions of an original child character, reunions, sexual themes (I mean smut, so get out of here if you ain't +18, I mean it!!!), they finally do it! (first times, nakedness, sex, all that jazz --> So yes, that is a spoiler!).

#10k words (this one is long, and I'm not apologizing for it, LOL)

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With Sadie away at camp, you finally got the time and the opportunity to surprise her and redo your guest room into her room.

The house was a mess. Boxes of new furniture waiting to be built: a desk, a bookcase, a new bedframe. Her mattress slanted against the hallway. Old white sheets covered every inch of the floor and things that could not be moved.

You'd taken the shade off one of the bedside table lamps and stuck it in the corner of the room, its soft, warm light guiding you as you stood on a ladder, carefully stroking a painter's brush covered in green paint just below the edge of the ceiling, balancing the paint bucket on the top step.

The problem you had with projects like these was that you didn't really know when to stop. Staring when it was still light out, nothing but music playing softly through the speakers from your vinyl player, it was well past 2 AM before you knew it.

At least this passion project was one of the few things keeping you from obsessively worrying about Jake. And Bradley.

The static noise popping through your speakers was a welcome relief for your neck. With one last paint stroke, you climbed down the ladder, picturing your records and what one you could put on next. You bit your lip, reaching up to grab the bucket and the lid from the top step, covering it and hitting it closed with a thump.

You knelt next to the crate, searching for the record you had in mind when a persistent knock at your front door startled you. You weren't expecting anyone, let alone in the witching hours of the early morning.

Everything that happened with Tyler left you weary. Every white car you passed on the street made your skin crawl, and when Penny finally re-opened the Hard Deck and you returned to work, each time the door swung open in a dramatic fashion, you half expected to see Tyler standing there, a predatory glare in his eyes.

People also had a habit of knocking on your door late at night to deliver bad news. But something told you you needed to answer it anyway.

You slowly tip-toed down your hallway, plastering yourself to the wall, hoping to stay out of sight of whoever knocked on your door before peering through the peephole. Shocked to see the person pacing back and forth along your front porch, you whipped the door open.

"Alyssa?"

She stopped pacing, twisting her body towards the sound of your voice.

As long as you knew her, Lyssa had never once cried in front of you or came close to being visibly upset. She was direct, used humour in the most inappropriate moments, and always played things close to the chest. To see her face, beat red and tears streaming down her face, you couldn't help your unease.

Something had to be seriously wrong.

"Is Will okay?" you asked her. "What's' wrong?"

She shook her head, stepping in front of you. "Um, no, he's okay. We need to get down to Top Gun. Now."

"Top Gun? It's almost three in the morning."

She shook her head again. "Will's father got word an aircraft carrier got caught in a hurricane somewhere overseas. It sunk. They're bringing in the survivors now."

Heart dropping into your stomach, your legs wobbled. You fell against your door frame, hands gripping the wood tight enough to hurt. Your throat was screaming at you, and you couldn't swallow.

There was only one other time you could compare to how you were feeling now.

Friday nights were the worst fucking days of your life.

"Please don't tell me..." you croaked. "Please don't tell me it was theirs."

You gripped Jake's dog tags tight as you caught her harsh gulp, her face remaining stark. She didn't say anything. Not that she needed to. The very fact she was on your doorstep told you everything you needed to know.

She wouldn't have come to get you otherwise.

"Come on, we need to go," she managed to say through a harsh swallow.

You don't know how you managed to loosen your grip on your door frame or how you laced your shoes without screwing up the knots. Or how you got your key in the lock with your shakey hand.

You don't know how you got into the passenger seat of Alyssa's car, either. Or how you managed to put your seat belt on or not throw up as she sped out of your driveway and down to the highway.

A small part of you whithers when you realize you wouldn't have known, wouldn't have been here, hadn't Alyssa's Ex caught wind of it. Nat, Bob, and the rest of the daggers would have, too, eventually, but they probably wouldn't have been informed until it was too late.

You don't even know what's waiting for you at Top Gun, whether both Jake and Bradley were or weren't there. Or only one of them. Or if they would even let you in.

The gates were open to the facility when the two of you arrived. Lyssa followed several cars that were already pulling into the winding entrance, the line starting to build as more and more started to appear from the opposite direction. You leaned forward in your seat as she pulled into the parking lot, your heart in your throat as you tried to see behind the building to the runway. All you saw were blinking red and white lights against the night sky.

Alyssa hadn't even moved the parking brake when you threw yourself out of her car, not bothering to wait for her. The cool night wind bit at your face as you searched the building, looking for any indication they were letting people in. You spied a group of people charging across the parking lot to an open side door, someone in dress kaki's manning it. You followed them, skidding across the pavement as you reached the door, trying not to run anyone over and barrel through the crowd.

Cyclone saw you before you saw him, shouting out your full name amongst the chaos to urge you to the front to let you in with the next group. The words spill out of your mouth before you realize you're saying them. "Do you know if...?"

He shook his head. "If they did, they'll be on the next plane that came in."

A million thoughts skitter through your mind, like spiders across a floor, yet you push them aside.

"I have a friend, Lyssa. Let her in next."

He nodded without complaint, knocking hard on the door to let the group in.

Whether it was the threat of being yelled at for running or that they were inside the famous Navy facility, nobody moved quicker than a brisque walk.

You'd take on any military officer who would dare yell at you for the way you tried to weave in and out of the throngs of people.

The hallway you were guided down led to a hanger. The space had been turned into a temporary relief centre, with tables, cots, and supplies filling every inch. Medics were already helping a few of the officers who looked worse for wear, and dread filled you each time you spun, another injured officer upon another.

You weren't sure you were relieved or scared with each face you saw. Whatever they had to go through to get here, one thing was for certain. They had to do so in a rush.

You halted when you spotted the large military-like plane Cyclone spoke about sitting on the runway in the distance, viewable from the wide open door. Whether it had been there before or it had just arrived, you didn't know. Nor did you question it any further. The only thing that mattered was if Jake and Bradley were on that plane.

But with each group of people that passed, there was no sign of them.

Alyssa finally caught up to you, grabbing your arms from behind and tugging you backwards. "Liz," she started to say, but you tore out of her grasp.

"We didn't have time. We didn't have time," you said repeatedly, threading your fingers through your hair next to your temples. Alyssa reached out again, this time turning you by your raised elbows as you continued to force yourself to breathe. She pushed, and you slowly lost your hold on your roots, lowering your arms until she was grasping at your hands.

"I didn't want to tell him I loved him over a letter. I didn't want our last words to each other to be over a piece of paper," you cried out, trying to tug away. She didn't let go, her grip tight. It made you sob harder.

"I can't go through this again! Not with them, not with him. Not after everything Sadie and I have ever suffered through. It's too much, Alyssa!" you were on the verge of screaming. "We've been through enough!"

Lyssa opened her mouth, words just barely sounding out before her eyes locked on to something behind you. She gasped, and you twisted sharply, watery eyes searching a new crowd of officers making their way off the tarmac and into the hanger. You squinted your eyes, the night sky and the bright white lights from inside making it harder to make out faces.

A cluster of Navy officers broke off from the crowd, parting the way.

Then you saw them.

Both of them.

Jake was favouring a leg as he leaned against Bradley for support, hobbling along as they finally reached the entrance to the hanger, searching for a temporary cot. Even at a distance, you could make out a cut framing his eye, and one side of his face was bruised.

But he was here. He was whole.

He was alive.

You couldn't help it. You charged forward, no feeling in your legs as you zoomed past other families and officers, probably a few high-ranking officials in your paint-smattered shirt and overalls. Time slowed down for you as you ran, even if you were running as if your life depended on it.

"JAKE!"

Jake lifted his head at the sound of your voice, urging Bradley to stop. Bradley looked at him funny, watching his eyes glaze over and wondering if Jake hit his head harder than the medics originally thought. But then he followed his gaze, only to see you charging forward without a care in the world to reach him, and he knew.

Bradley unhooked his arm from around Jake's shoulders, steadying him for a second and then letting go, stepping to the side so you could have your moment.

You slid along the floor as you came to a halt in front of Jake, worried he was more damaged than you could see, arms reaching for him. Jake bracketed his arms tightly around your back the second you touched him, and you buried your face into his shoulder. He grunted as he pulled you tight, shoving his nose into your collarbone.

Jake smelt of the sea, of gasoline and sweat. His flight suit felt ripped under your hands as you tried to find a grip. Or maybe you were trying to assure yourself he was really there. Your mind flashed through all the possible things he might have gone through with each caress, your cries getting louder with each one.

Yet in your panic, you pulled back from his hug, only to take his face into your hands and kiss him hard.

"I love you," you gasped out between kisses. "I'm not getting you go. I'm here. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Jake's response was instant, fingers quickly gripping the back of your neck, the roots of your hair, to drive your head at all the angles he wanted, all the ways that made it easier for him to devour you.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, pulling away from his lips with a tightness in your chest. Your eyes fell on his lips, red and slightly swollen, and you were positive yours were the same. Until you looked up at those green eyes and the rest of the hanger, everyone else, faded away.

Jake smiled at you.

"Hi, Darlin.'"

You huffed a sad laugh through your tears, letting yourself fall into his body, hiding your face in his chest, sobbing.

Jake didn't let the grip on your neck go, curving his hand against the skin, holding you to him. His other arm, at some point, had dropped down to your waist. Whether it was to keep himself upright or keep you from falling over, he wasn't sure. Nor did he really care. Because Jake was pressing his mouth into your hair and closing his eyes to relish the feel of you in his arms.

He was home.

You turned your head against his chest to look over at Bradley, slightly surprised to see him hugging Alyssa. Her forehead was leaning against her hands, currently shaped into a triangle against his chest. She was shaking with silent sobs as Bradley hugged her back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

The panic you felt before settles in your chest, warmth wrapping around your rib cage. As if he felt your eyes on him, Bradley opened his eyes, resting his cheek atop her head. You reached out, Bradley instantly extending his arm to grasp your hand. You smiled sadly at him with a fresh wave of tears in your eyes, squeezing his hand before burying your head back into Jake's chest, not once letting go.

Feeling you move against him, Jake lifted his head, catching your hand holding Bradley's. He found Bradley looking at the two of you with a smile, in a similar position, with Alyssa wrapped around him.

"Is there something you want to tell us, Rooster?" he said, eyes gesturing to Alyssa. You shook with silent laughter against his chest.

Bradley smiled at you, at Jake, before closing his eyes and letting his lips graze Alyssa's forehead. "Is that any way to speak to your saviour?"

There was no malice in Jake's words when he dropped his head back down to press a kiss into your hair, flippantly shooting back, "Don't push it, Bradshaw. I'm still ahead by one."

---

The ride home had been quiet.

After some harsh convincing by you and Alyssa, Jake and Bradley were allowed to leave. You had gotten the run down by one of the medical officers about Jake. He had no concussion and no broken bones but had ended up with quite a large amount of water in his lungs and a significant amount of bruising the days before.

You caught snippets of Rooster's conversation with the medics, enough to know what happened. You didn't want to know the deeper details unless Jake wanted to talk to you about it. Knowing he almost drowned and Bradley had saved him was enough.

He wasn't at risk of a secondary drowning, but more so pneumonia or an Edema. You'd be calling an ambulance at the first sign of a cough.

Bradley was helping Jake up the steps of your front porch as you went ahead and unlocked your door. Lyssa spotted Jake from below, hands out and ready. Despite her tiny frame, she was there, ready to catch him should he need help.

You were quietly surprised to see Bradley being the one to help Jake. You knew it wouldn't have been easy for either of them: Jake, who didn't want to need to accept the help at all, and Bradley, for whom he was helping.

But once Jake cleared the last step and straightened himself, he patted Bradley on the shoulder, murmuring a 'Thanks, Rooster' before limping over to you.

You looked up at him with a smile, cocking the side of your head in Bradley's direction before saying, "I'll meet you inside?"

Jake nodded, then nodded once to Rooster before continuing inside. Lyssa had walked off back to her car around the same time, leaving only you and Bradley standing alone on your porch. You pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you, Bradley. For saving his life."

Rooster stiffened at your touch but slowly relaxed, arms coming up to wrap around your back. "I know it's not worth much, but I'm truly sorry Lizzie," he murmured. "For all of it."

You shook your head against his shoulder, murmuring a low "Don't," but Bradley pressed on.

"I've been an ass since the start. I've been the one doing all the things I said Jake would do," he said next to your ear, refusing to let you go. "I think I was more worried about being replaced.. and everything else... I just didn't want to see you and the bug getting hurt. The rule was to put Sadie first. Instead, I was the one doing all that. He really does care about the two of you despite some of his faults."

You pulled back from the hug but still left your hand on his shoulder, wiping at your eyes. "Can I ask what made you change your mind?"

Bradley gave a fond look, and you could only stare at him for a second before a smile shot across your face. "Sadie?"

You had wondered what she had scribbled in that letter. She was shifty about it, too, refusing to let you see anything anytime you walked by.

Something told you you'd never know.

Rooster grinned. "Yeah," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Her and the fact, this one saved me yet again. Then gave me a heart attack."

You smiled, looking back at your open door. "I'd like to think he was giving you the chance to make it up to us."

Bradley dropped his chin to his chest, still smiling, before he looked over to Alyssa, leaning against the driver's side of her car.

"Call me if you need help?" he offered, stepping forward to place a hand on your forearm before turning to proceed down your front steps.

"I think we'll be okay," you replied softly, not really caring if he heard you, still staring at your front door.

---

The tension inside the house hit you like a wave the second you closed the door. It was just Jake and you now, and despite everything that transpired the past few hours, you felt nervous.

Looking down, you spied Jake's boots neatly lined up next to some of yours, making you wonder how he managed to get them off. It made you undo your laces slowly, tactically, as if to stall time.

Something about standing here made everything more real.

There was also the bit about you sending him that partial nude. And that letter - which you weren't as concerned about. But that damn photo, all inspired by a moment of brevity, had you yelling to yourself, what the hell did I just do? when you dropped it off at Penny's.

You couldn't worry about the shame currently building in the pit of your stomach. You had to press on.

Jake was hurt. He needed you.

“Jake?” you called out softly, not expecting to find him hunched over, leaning against the wall of your hallway, facing you. You held out your hands, ready to grab him and support him. That was until he sharply lifted his head, eyes the only thing you could truly make out in the dim lighting, the dawn just peeking through your windows. You froze, lowering them, your voice stuck in your throat. Those eyes were challenging you to move, daring you to escape, to make a sound in the dead silence that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. With the predatory glint in his eyes, you knew right away what he wanted to talk about.

Yet, Jake is the one to break the silence first.

"Where's Sadie?"

"Camp."

You feel like you've just given him the green light for something with those words. He seemed to know it, too.

"What can I do to help you?" the question comes out more quietly than you were anticipating.

Jake straightens himself with a groan but doesn't remove his eyes from you. On the contrary, they are still sharp and as intense as when he first saw you.

"Liz," he spoke lowly.

He takes a step forward. You take one back.

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Do I?" you breathe out, taking another step, and he stalks forward as much as he is able.

He nods once. "I got your letter. And your photo."

Your back hits the wall - you can go no further.

It's not as if you couldn't escape him or tell him to stop. Jake is pinning you with his eyes as he approaches you and cages you against the wall. You know if you told him to stop, that all this was too much, he'd back away.

You don't want him to, though.

"Darlin," he roughs out, a hand reaching for your hip, his mouth next to your ear. "I've thought of nothing else."

Your trembling, heaving though no sound is coming out. You knew Jake was tall, muscled, and built like a freaking horse. It's stupid how the thought crosses your mind once again. You feel small against him, pressed up against the wall.

"I take it you liked it?"

You have no idea where this courage is coming from.

"Liked it?" he pressed a kiss on your neck below your ear. "I got hard just looking at it."

You title your head back against the wall; eyes closed, an arm coming up to wrap around his neck as Jake continues to press small kisses into your skin, slowly starting to add his teeth. An arm shoots around your waist, tugging you into him, and you gasp, racking up the wall with the movement.

"Jake," you gasped to the ceiling, digging your fingers into his hair. He winced against your neck with a groan, pausing. You wondered if you had accidentally injured him more. Because as much as Jake was desperately trying to merge himself into your skin, as much as he was trying to show you just how much he loved you, how much he wanted you, he was utterly exhausted.

And he was hurt.

"There's nothing more I want than to be with you right now," you said calmly, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, sobering the moment. "But you're exhausted. And hurt, Jake. When was the last time you slept? "

Jake sighed into your neck, weight sagging with him, "Only a few minutes on the flight home. Not sure when before that."

It was true. Bradley had managed to resurface with him strung across his back, carrying Jake the rest of the way up that stairwell. His memory was fractured into bits and pieces of moments when he opened his eyes. Him being carried on a stretcher, Rooster sitting next to him in a med tent, voices yelling, and people poking and prodding at him. The flight home was when he really started to get his memory back, but he didn't dare fall back asleep, wondering if it had all been a dream and he really did die back there.

You frowned. "Let me take care of you, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Pressing a long kiss on his cheek, you carefully untangled yourself from his hold, sliding down the wall. Hooking your arm around his waist, you led him down your hall to your bathroom. Jake's grip on your body was anchored tight. Hand threaded through the opposite pocket of your overalls, a part of him always touching you.

Leaving him to lean against your bathroom counter, you spun to turn on the shower, ensuring the water was okay before coming to stand in front of him once more. Resting your hands on his chest, you toyed with the zipper of his damaged flight suit.

"Do you need help?" you asked him softly.

He knew he could manage without you, even with his back being out of sorts. Yet, he still softly replied, "Go ahead."

You ranked your eyes over the fabric as you pulled down the tab of his zipper. His suit was ripped in some places, and large chunks were torn out, revealing the black tank he was wearing underneath. The zippers of the side pockets were misaligned, and while both of his patches were still intact, the threads were sticking out around the borders, making them unusable.

You made a note in the back of your mind to steal them the second you could.

Once the zipper reached the end, you moved both of your hands down to his chest, taking both sides and pushing the fabric off his shoulders.

Yet you stilled when you felt something hard in one of the pockets, instantly unfolding the fabric and unzipping the pocket, Jake watching you with hooded eyes. You pulled out a water-tight bag, gasping when you saw your letter and the various polaroids through the clear material.

"You.. You saved them?"

Jake let go of your hips to shrug the piece of clothing off, freeing his arms. He placed one hand on your hip, the other taking the bag from you, holding them.

"Why wouldn't I?" Jake's voice was quiet.

You felt a lump in your throat, tracing the bag in his hands. You were curious to know which one is the cockpit photo, but you also know your spontaneous, risky shot is also in with them. It's not that you didn't regret it, nor did Jake's enthusiastic reaction deter you, but you still felt that little bit of shame and embarrassment knowing the physical proof still existed.

"I... I didn't think they would mean that much to you. It was just a thing Sadie and I did so you wouldn't feel left out," you admitted, feeling vulnerable.

"They were all I had of you and Sadie out there."

It guts you, the simplicity of such a statement, yet packed with so much meaning.

Jake placed the bag behind him on the counter, ready to resume his grip on your body. Except his eyes caught sight of the pieces of metal dangling over the front of your chest, and he reached out to take his Dog Tags into the palm of his hand.

"You're wearing them."

You followed the chain to stare at the two pieces of metal. Your reply was soft, "I rarely took them off."

He didn't need to know about your breakdown. Not yet. You had said enough in your letter for him to know you had done what you needed to do, but he didn't need to know about the events that led up to it.

That was a conversation for another day.

Jake sighed, letting them drop back down in between the two of you, hand curving around your hip and pressing his forehead to yours. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds until you felt him fiddling with the clasp on your hip, never fully releasing it from its hold.

He didn't need to voice it for you to know the question behind the action. It was clear as day as to what he was asking of you.

Will you join me?

Remember all those times over the past year you told yourself to fuck it? This was definitely getting added to all those other times.

Because you found yourself reaching down to your side and finishing the job, releasing the button from his hold. You felt Jake's breath against your mouth, warm and wet, as he slid his hand up to one of the front clasps, popping the buttons out of the hooks as he tugged, repeating the process with the other.

The two straps fell down your back, and you held your arms up in a silent invitation. Jake seemed to hold his breath as he pulled at your battered shirt, up over your head, to reveal your bare breasts.

He tossed your shirt to the side in the general direction of your laundry basket, but you didn't take your eyes off his to find out if it hit its mark. You feel no shame as he dropped his gaze. He's seen them before, kissed them, touched them. But the way his eyes rake over them makes it seem like it's the first time he has.

But when you reach for his black tank, pulling at the hem to work it over his body, you catch the view of his back in your mirror and let out a terrifying gasp.

His back is one big purple bruise, marring his skin. It spread from the curve of his right shoulder blade, sinking its way across his spine and ending near his hip. The only comparison you could draw to it was a painter's palette of cool colours mixed in with black. Whatever he had hit, it was clear the impact had been severe.

"Jake," you cry out, stepping to the side so you can turn him and see the damage for yourself, not in some reflection.

"How bad is it? The medics told me it's there."

"It's not pretty."

It was the most accurate statement you could give him without wanting to double or even triple-check the work of the medics on him. He let you investigate the bruised skin for a few seconds more before moving out of your grasp and facing you.

"Come on," he uttered. "Let's get under the water."

You quickly removed the rest of your clothing, letting the rest of your overalls and underwear fall to the floor, using your toes to work off your socks. Jake managed to get the remainder of his flight suit off with little struggle, boxers included.

You weren't ashamed of your body. But you were a little apprehensive, letting Jake see everything in its entirety. It makes you step into the shower first, almost as if you were trying to run away.

All this is new to you. And the internal battle currently raging on in your head was making you hesitant. Because even standing here, naked in your shower, Jake's eyes ranking over you like you were his last meal from behind the glass door, you still fought with yourself not to look at him.

But let's be real. You were a virgin, new to all of this.

You definitely looked.

And tried to mute the squeal that was trying to crawl its way out of your throat as you turned to let the running water hit your face. You could hear Jake's warm chuckle from behind you as he stepped into the boxed space.

"Like what you see?" he spoke lowly into your ear, dragging your back to rest against his front by your elbows.

"I'm not going to answer that question. 'Cause we both know if I do, it's going to lead to something."

You could feel all his ridges and sharply defined muscles against your back, and it took you everything not to mould yourself into him. Jake pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your neck, before resting his cheek against yours. "And what would that be?"

"Jake..." you warned, your voice slightly shakey.

"Not tonight," he replied, dragging his hands up your arms. "I just wanted to see how far that blush of yours goes."

"Oh, you kinky.." but he didn't let you finish, catching your mouth in an opened-mouth kiss. You moaned, tilting your head back before turning to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You released his lips to glaze up into his eyes, taking the moment to assure yourself yet again he was here with you. You matched his soft smile before he zoned in on your cheek, reaching up to thumb the skin. His face was hardened in concentration, no doubt rubbing at a stroke of paint you'd accidentally marked yourself with, working to get it off. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his wrist.

"What's this from?"

"I'm painting Sadie's room, trying to make it more hers as a Birthday gift."

Jake hummed.

The two of you continued to shower together, you mostly helping Jake. You tried not to get too caught up in staring at him, biting your lip in concretion as you rubbed body wash over him. You felt his eyes on your face the entire time, and you tried to resist the urge to lean up and kiss him.

Jake made you spin around to face the showerhead to return the favour. Feeling his hands caress your skin, letting him work the soap under the swells of your breast, along your arms, even down the panel of your stomach, you had to fight the arousal pooling in between your legs.

Not to mention, you could feel him growing hard and heavy against your lower back.

"This isn't fair. I'm the one who's supposed to be taking care of you," you murmured, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

He pressed a delicate kiss to your collarbone. "This is taking care of me."

You ended up getting out first, picking up each of your discarded clothing, throwing them in the basket, and reaching for the towels you kept on the makeshift shelf on your wall as Jake finished with his hair. You saw the frown on his face when he stepped out, and you rolled your eyes affectionately at him, handing him a towel.

Helping him to your room, you left him to sit on the corner of your bed. You rummaged through your top drawer, pulling out the pair of his boxers you had accidentally missed when you packed up his bag. You found them on the day you were getting things ready to visit Ridley.

He took them without a word while you pulled on your sleep shirt and underwear, ironically the same baggy nightshirt you wore the night of that damn thunderstorm where he kissed you.

Climbing into your bed, you held up your comforter as an invitation. He fell face-first into your chest with an aching groan, grabbing your sides to pull himself half on top of you, his head finding a home in the crook of your neck.

Your suspicions from before are finally confirmed. Because even as he held you, Jake was desperately fighting sleep.

Pressing a delicate kiss to the cut on his cheek, you grazed your lips up until you could press them just below his hairline, your fingers threading themselves soothingly through his hair.

"Go to sleep," you whispered into his forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up."

---

You slowly awoke to the sensation of lips delicately pressing soft kisses into your forehead and fingers stroking along the back of your arm, the occasional touch of warm metal accompanying the touch. You mewled, curling yourself deep into the apex of his shoulder, lulled by sleep.

"I'm sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep."

You pressed a sleepy kiss to his bare chest. "I should be awake. I'd sleep the day away like this if I could."

Jake hummed, resuming his gentle caresses. He had raked down your sleep shirt along your back, fingers now dragging up and down your spine, getting lower and lower each time he did it, causing you to shiver.

"I had a dream like this. While I was away on the carrier," he spoke, pressing another kiss to your temple. "At the ranch in Texas. In my room above the barn."

"Tell me?" you yawned, still half asleep, warm and content.

Jake nosed into your cheek, trailing it over your skin as he spoke, "The two of us. In my bed. Naked."

You shook silently with laughter, turning your head back against his arm. "Of course you did."

You would have seen Jake smiling down at you had you decided to open your eyes.

"I'd dream I woke up with your back to me, sheets resting low on the curve of your back." He slid the back of his fingers across your exposed shoulder, getting lost in the image in his head. "The barn door was open, catching the first rays of sunlight in your hair. There must have been a storm cause the grass was so green, everything was so right."

You leaned away from his chest, resting your head further back on his arm to peer up at his face. Jake's hair is dishevelled, his eyes harbouring the remnants of sleep, worn and puffy. His bruise had already begun to yellow, and his cut didn't appear red or as swollen. Yet, looking up at him from within the safety of his arms, huddled against his massive chest, you find yourself wishing you could control the way air catches in your throat.

"Sounds perfect."

Jake smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you. You moan in protest, turning your head away and barely managing an "I have morning breath" to Jake as his lips land on your cheek.

"I don't care," he rasped into your ear. You turned your head back, and he placed his mouth on yours.

You give as much as he is giving you, letting Jake caress your tongue with his, letting him take and take at his pleasure, until he is releasing your mouth and mouthing across your cheek.

He’s taking his time with you, something so different from the previous times you've found yourself against or under him, at the mercy of his mouth and hands. There's hesitation in his movements, wary of making any sudden, intense movements that might have you bolt.

"You're taking your time," you say aloud, carting your fingers through his hair. Jake laps gently at the corner of your neck, hand stroking down the side of your leg. He pulls back to stare at your face, you meeting his gaze.

"I almost didn't have time."

God, you know how true that statement is. And the fact, the Jake who left you standing at the end of your driveway all those weeks ago wasn't the exact same one who returned to you.

Jake travels down the length of your body, and you let him push up your oversized shirt, revealing your breasts. "Hello, girls," he grinned, pressing a single kiss to each breast. "Oh, how I've missed you."

It makes you laugh, carting your fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. You can feel him smile against your skin. But then he is trailing his nose down your core, down your stomach, lightly grazing your skin with his lips as he goes. You watch him with careful eyes, your breath picking up quickly.

You know his intentions, where this is going, what it would evidently end up being. And you’re okay with that. You trust him, and you love him. There wasn’t anyone else you could imagine having your first time with.

Working himself down to the end of your bed, Jake’s face hovers over your underwear, his eyes searching yours. You nod, reaching down to help him remove them, Jake flinging them behind his head in a dramatic fashion, making you laugh once again.

Until he’s lining up kisses down the inside of your thigh, stopping when he’s just that close to your core. And then he looks up once again. You can hardly see any green in his eyes, just a thin strip on the edge of being overtaken by black.

“Can I put my mouth on you?”

What do you do but stutter an embarrassing reply of, “If you want to.”

Jake wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want to. You knew that. He even chuckles at your answer teasingly.

“You’re going to have to keep these open if I do,” he says, tapping the back of your thigh. “I’m not going to nearly perish a second time, though what a hell of a way to go.”

You huff in amusement, tinting your head back against your pillow only to drop your chin to your chest, looking at him between your legs.

“Just be gentle with me, Jake. I’m not…”

Experienced is the word you leave out, but you know Jake understands you. He always seemed to when it comes to you.

He places both of your legs on his shoulders before reaching up to thread his fingers through yours at your side. He barely has time to punch out the words, “Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” before his nose is parting your folds and he’s swiping his tongue up and down your cunt repeatedly.

You pull against his hold on your hands at the feeling, wailing and then biting your lip to quiet yourself, muffling your sounds.

Jake lets go of one of your hands to thumb your bottom lip, removing it from your teeth. He lifts his head and says in one breath, “Sadie’s not here, Liz. Let me hear you moan for me.”

And then he’s sucking on your clit, and you can’t hold it in any longer. The noise you let out is practically a scream, and the vibrations from Jake’s moan against your cunt push you that much further. Cause the fact he mentioned her name while headfirst deep between your legs is filthy.

And the sounds that follow, echoing around your bedroom, are raunchy. The night Jake kissed you in your hallway, your worries about Sadie hearing both of you come to mind. Because thank God she wasn’t here, or else she’d think Jake was murdering you.

You’d have to work on being quiet if you ever wanted to do this again with Jake once she came back home.

You felt hot with your shirt racked up around the top of your breasts, gripping the hem to rip it over your head, your back leaping off the bed as far as it could go. Jake glances up, still working his mouth against your cunt to watch, the only remaining piece on your body is his tags.

You buck into his mouth, having no control over your body as he just sucks and sucks and sucks, your grip on his hand getting tighter and tighter, and you’re gripping your comforter to the point your hand throbs from the force. Cause everything burns and feels so good and yet so bad, and you cry to whatever part of you decided you needed to wait to experience this.

But in the back of your head, you know nobody could make you feel the way Jake was making you feel now.

Something snaps, hard, your muscles pulling tant and the cry blaring out into the ceiling of your bedroom is anything but salacious. And Jake's voice is muffled when he works you through it, chanting, “Good girl, that’s my good girl,” over and over as you chant your hips to chase the feeling.

You are a shaking mess when Jake finally lets go, and slides back up your body, letting his weight settle against your chest, arms threading themselves under your shoulders.

"Was that okay?"

You don't even have the words to describe how you are feeling. Your eyes are wide, staring up at him, wondering why the hell he'd be asking such a question when he caused you to be in such a state.

Instead, you lurch up and kiss him hard, your hands gripping the middle of his back, sliding down to slip under the fabric of his boxers. Jake jolts when he feels your hands cupping his ass.

"Are you sure, darlin'?" he pants, pulling away from you. "Are you sure you want this? With me?"

This was Jake. He wouldn't have you without your consent.

"I only want you."

It's slightly cheesy. But there was no other way you could put it. You couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. But he challenges you again, asking, "Are you sure you want it to be me?"

You wanted to smack him for his sheer idiocy right now, bringing up his shitty perception of his self-worth. But you don't want to ruin the mood, and you know where it's coming from deep down. It has nothing to do with you.

"I do," you say instead, rubbing your nose against his. "I just don't know how to make you feel good, though."

"It's not about me right now."

Except it was. It was about both of you.

"Get on top of me."

The both of you rolled, Jake grabbing your hips as you landed on top of him. You sat up, placing your hands on his chest. The action had you rocking yourself back onto his clothed cock, and Jake let out a moan, hands tightening on your waist to push and pull with your movements.

Leaning down to kiss him once, you followed his jawline, reaching his ear. "You want to know something?" you asked, suddenly emboldened.

"What?" he gasped, nails biting into your skin.

"I've been dying to do this since the first time I saw you on the beach."

You felt the pinch of his nails as you kissed down his neck, making sure to catch a patch of skin between your teeth softly. You continued down his chest until you finally got to your desired place.

The divet.

The perfectly sculpted yet slightly crooked valley that split the entire length of his chest in half. You had a brief moment of panic, a stutter in your heartbeat, when you realized just how forward you, the freaking virgin, were being. Hell, you didn't even know if you were doing any of this right.

All you knew, you had waited long enough.

Spread out beneath you, Jake's body is spread out for you like a personalized meal. You pressed a kiss into his skin first before letting your tongue press deep into that valley and swirl all sorts of patterns across his skin. His eyes nearly bugled out of his head before Jake groaned, chest puffing out and hand fisting into your hair.

You work your way up, getting ready to take one of his nipples into your mouth, when Jake suddenly shouts and lets out a fevered, "Stop."

You reel back in shock, scared you overstepped. But Jake only tugged you up by your hips, using you as a counterweight to pull himself to sit against your headboard with a painful groan. He settled you directly against his pelvis, where you can feel just how hard he is through his boxers.

He grips the back of your neck hard and slams his lips into yours. You whimper into the kiss, worried he's using it as a tactic to let you down gently. When he finally releases your lips, you burst out, "I'm sorry, I overstepped. I shouldn't have.."

Jake grips your throat, thumb resting just barely on your Adam's apple, enough to know it's there. You can feel it with each hard sallow you take, his hand big enough to encompass the entire length and width of your neck.

"Don't ever apologize for that," he states firmly. "I'm yours to do with what you will. And trust me when I say there is a lot more you can do to me than just a simple kiss on the chest."

And there's the blush.

"I told you I'd corrupt your innocent little soul," he smirks, pulling you to his mouth once again.

The next few moments are filled with long, passionate kisses and heavy touches until Jake is reaching for the hem of his boxers, and you find yourself helping him pull them down, him kicking them off in some unknown direction.

Unlike this morning, there's no hesitation when you take him in, his cock hard and standing to attention. You regret your reaction to the comment you made about his helmet last year. Cause there was truth behind that one missing letter.

Jake reaches for you, helping to position you over him before he suddenly freezes. "Shit," he gasped, pushing you to sit on his thighs. "We don't have anything."

You ducked your head shyly. "We don't need one if you're okay without one. I... I'm on the pill."

"You're on the pill?"

You know what he means behind the question instantly.

"Two months before Penny asked me back. Other reasons, though. Not that I was expecting to get laid at any point in time," you answer him quietly, lifting your head. "You know me, Jake. I don't do one-night stands. I never have."

Jake relaxed under your hold, a small part of him sighing in relief.

"Worried I moved on?" you ask him softly, stroking your finger across his brow.

"You had every right to," he's almost ashamed to admit. You shook your head. "When are you going to get it through that stubborn head of yours that you are worth it, Jake? I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

Jake sighed again, dropping his forehead to your collarbone.

"Besides, you painted a pretty picture in the flatbed of your truck," you tease, quickly reciting the words he had rasped into your ear when his fingers were almost knuckle deep in your cunt. You drop your head forward and whisper into his ear, "The day I can have you gripping my cock?"

Jake growled at your words, reaching for your thigh to properly position you over him. Straddling his waist, you rest on your knees. Jake grabbed his cock, angling it just so as to rub the tip against your cunt slowly. You weren't sure whether he was teasing you or getting you used to a feeling.

Maybe it was a bit of both.

Then his tip caught at your entrance, and you let out a whimper.

He stops, not doing anything else except letting go of himself to latch onto your other hip. Tilting his head, he places a kiss on the underside of your jaw, breathing in deep.

You understand why Jake had you move on top of him for this. He was letting you control the pace and do what only felt comfortable to you. It warms your heart, even if it is on the verge of jumping out of your chest.

"Take your time, darlin," he encouraged you softly, mouthing at the skin under your collarbone. "I'm here whenever you are ready. And we can stop at any point."

You took a deep breath, finally finding the courage to press yourself down onto him.

Something between a whine and a gasp escaped your lips as you felt the tip of his cock enter you. You had no previous experience to compare this to, but you were sure you weren't supposed to feel this stretched out. Or this full.

You got about halfway down before you cried out, sightly in pain. Jake's grip tightened on your leg and hip, muscles flexing as he halted you. You're slick, but it's a tight fit. And his breath was just as ragged as yours.

Sliding the hand that was griping your hip up your back, Jake encompasses the nape of your neck in his hand, tiling your head down so he could take your mouth into an open kiss.

"Jake," you whimpered into his mouth, your nails digging hard into his shoulder. Jake kept a tight rein on his control, but it was a battle he was struggling with. You just felt too good around him.

"Such a good girl for me," he cooed. "Taking my cock."

"I don't know if I can go any further," you whimper. But Jake is quick to reply, "We don't have to, not if you don't want to. But you're almost there, just a little bit more."

"Fuck," you whined, tearing yourself away from his mouth to bury your face into his shoulder. His hand tightened against the nape of your neck, fingers tangling themselves into the roots of your hair. The grip is reassuring and grounding, and you take several deep breaths before you press down once again.

Then, just when you think you can't take anymore, he bottoms out, his hips pressed tightly into yours.

That's it. You were a virgin no longer.

And suddenly, with that thought, you felt nervous. Because, of all things, that damn fucking sign in the girl's bathroom of the Hard Deck flashes in your mind.

Jake is experienced. You're not. It was one thing for him to say he didn't mind you were a virgin, but it was something else for him to be the one to change that status. Because every story you've ever read about how men would compare their previous partners to their current one eats away at you.

There was no way you would stack up to the long list of women Jake had bedded, for lack of a better word. But Jake only nuzzled the valley between your breasts, tongue delicately tracing the underside of one while rubbing soothingly down the curve of your spine.

"Perfect," he murmured softly. You can't help yourself when your next words come out more anxiously than teasingly. "Live up to your imagination?"

If Jake caught on, he didn't let you know.

"Better," he groaned. "I don't care if we do anything else. I'm perfectly content to be like this the rest of the day."

He twitches inside you, and you gasp, dropping your mouth to rest against the top of his head. You know what he is doing. He's letting you adjust, letting the pain subside, assuring your anxious thoughts.

"Like this? Me, wrapped around your cock, barely moving," You manage to pant, and he hums against your chest. "What if we have company? Rooster tends to show up unannounced."

"He better not," his growl vibrates off your skin, hand flexing on your thigh in an effort not to thrust. "He should know better than to show up at your door when he knows damn well what we're getting up to."

Jake titles his head to set his teeth into your collarbone in a warning, making you clench involuntarily and whimper. He snarls into your neck, "Don't mention him when I'm inside you. This is not going to end badly, not for your first time."

The heat laced in his voice did nothing to stop the small chuckle that racked your chest. Your muscles pull tight across your stomach, and you choke, "Are you trying to make me combust?"

"Is it working?"

Jake doesn't move. Not at first. Not until you decide to test the waters and flex your hips once, rocking yourself on his cock ever so slightly.

Your mouth is resting open against his forehead, and your nails are biting into his shoulders as you moan, letting the first thumps of pain, turn into pleasure. He's tense under you, Jake, using every ounce of willpower not to thrust himself hard up into you to match your rocks. He wants to take this slow. He wants you to enjoy this, no matter how badly he wants to feel you clench around him.

Instead, he rasps into your breast, “Feel good?”

Why is he so obsessed with asking you questions?

You’re unsure if your noise is intelligible, but you try to force out an affirmative hum. Then he hits the back of your cervix, making you howl and curl into him.

It must have been the sound you let out because Jake growls. Gripping the flesh of your butt tightly, he flipped the both of you. You weren't expecting him to, not with how beaten up he was. The movement of your back hitting the bed caused him to hit something deep inside you, causing you to cry out and grip the planes of his shoulders, nails biting hard and uncaring if you happened to touch his bruise.

The slow movement of you rocking on him was nothing compared to the way he started to thrust in earnest.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted you," he panted, increasing his pace. "The day I saw you at the Hard Deck when you were dancing in your kitchen. The clean fucking slate."

You whimper at the growl he spun on the word fucking, adding to the heat already spreading across your body. Even with the pleasure he’s bestowing across your body, you know this must be somewhat painful for him.

"Jake.." you gasped. "Your back."

"Fuck my back," he grunted, angling his hips in an urgent thrust. It made you tilt your head back into your pillow, your head almost hitting your headboard, your nails biting into his back, letting out a heated cry. Jake went for your neck, teeth, and lips, pressing hard to your pulse point.

"I don't care if I fucking break it," he growled out. "I'm not stopping until you cum for me."

A particular thrust caused you to turn your head, and Jake sunk his teeth into your neck. You lifted your leg, wrapping it around Jake's waist. The angle of this next thrust changed, and you whimpered loudly, tears leaking down the sides of your face as Jake lurched over you with a desperate groan.

It has you wrapping your other leg around his waist, your hips slanted downwards, his cock pounding you at a new angle.

His hand, supporting himself on the bed next to you, shot out to grip your bedframe. Alternating between deep thrusts and shallow teases, Jake watched you underneath him. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, your eyes fighting to stay open, and dog tags - his dog tags - jangling against your stomach.

He almost didn’t have this, the stark realization haunting him. He had literally been a breath away from never seeing you again, never feeling your warmth or hearing your cries of pleasure or even your laughter. He would take any chance, any glance, anything to assure him you were real. And that you were his.

His back spasmed, and he fell on top of you, saving himself from crushing you at the last second. But it doesn’t deter him. No, Jake still flexed his hips, more than determined to get you over that edge, to have you cum. Even if he didn’t, he wanted you to experience at least that.

But those dog tags cause a possessive feeling to rise in his chest - because the only word going through his head right now is mine.

"You’re mine, Elizabeth,” he grunted. "Say it. Please say it.”

There's the possessive kink you know and love.

“I’m yours,” you cry out, consumed by the feeling of him driving his cock into you. “Yours Jake, just please…”

It is then a mantra of "pleases" and "I needs" fall from your lips, of which you aren't sure what for. All you knew was that Jake was working you higher and higher off that edge, fully determined to see you tumble over it.

“Cum for me Liz,” he whines. “Cum for me, just for me. Please my darlin’ girl.”

He drops his hand between the two of you, seeking out your clit and rubbing hard, tight circles that have you screaming. Your soaring, going over that somewhat unfamiliar edge he’s brought you over only twice before.

You swear you black out, just for a few moments, until Jake is at your ear, whispering praise after praise about how good it finally felt to have you cum around him. How only he would ever be the one to experience this, how proud of you he is.

Then he thrusts, once, twice, before your hips jolt up, and he's pressing himself deep, flooding your core. You sob, burying your face into his neck and tightening your legs around him. Because amongst the overstimulation, you can feel another one creeping up from out of nowhere. Pure white heat shoots up to your chest as Jake's haunting moan vibrates your entire being.

Then it's quiet, and you want to bury yourself in this moment.

You don't even care that you're crying. Because, with all the thoughts and feelings flying back and forth through your mind, there's one that stands out the most.

Your so fucking glad you waited.

"Are you alright?"

When you don't say anything, too blissed out to form words, Jake pants out your name against your neck; his voice laced with urgency.

"I need... I need a moment. Just a moment," you manage to pant, forcing breath into your lungs. Jake moves, trying to bring himself onto his elbows as his back screams in protest.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, stroking your cheek. You manage a small shake of your head, the sides of your mouth turning upwards. "No," you reply softly.

You finally open your eyes to see Jake staring down at you. His brow pulled together in concern. And, of course, you, being you, had to say the first thing that came to mind.

"I guess you did give me a good time after all."

Jake tilts his head for a second before his memory catches up with him, and he shakes his head, though you can see the puff he takes out of pride.

"What am I going to do with you, Elizabeth Beck?"

You grin up at him. "Hopefully, a repeat of that sometime in the near future?"

Jake rolled onto his side with a groan, pulling you with him to lie half on his chest. The action caused him to slip out from you, which you were grateful for. The quick movement only caused a brief amount of pain, and you were sure if he drew it out, it would have been worse.

Jake was pressing kisses to your forehead as the aftershocks finally made them known. You trembled against him, hands trying to find purchase along his chest, and Jake didn't stop until he was sure you were okay.

But, in the blissful silence, once you calmed down, Jake playing with your hair against your back, did he finally ask the question you knew was coming since he walked through your front door.

"Does she hate me?"

You weakly lifted your head from his shoulder, watching the conflicting emotions play across his face.

"The day at the beach. She was devastated..." Jake trailed off, absentmindedly staring at your bedroom wall. You pressed a kiss to his chest. "We've both had a lot of people in our lives that have hurt us."

"I'm used to disappointing people, but her? She has every right."

You frowned. "She missed you so much, Jake."

He shook his head, slamming his eyes shut. You lifted your hand off his chest to cradle his jaw, your thumb stroking across his cheekbone under the newly darkened skin. "She could never hate you. She asked me every day when you'd be coming home."

Jake didn't open his eyes, but he did lean into your touch, his shame and guilt still evident.

You wanted to tell him about the most recent thunderstorm, Sadie waking up and crying out for the both of you in the middle of the night. You had done your best to soothe her, but deep down, you knew she wanted Jake. Nothing could compare to his words of reassurance or the way she felt when he hugged her that night.

In the end, lifting his dog tags off your neck and placing them around hers was the only thing that worked. Huddled in her bed with your arms around her, she fell asleep with them gripped tightly in her hand.

Something told you even if you did tell him, it would only make him more upset.

You stroked your fingers over his forehead, asking him softly, "Come with me when I pick her up from camp next week? I promise she will prove you wrong."

There was a silent pause, and then he opened his eyes. He searched you for any hint of deception, not that he would find any. Sadie was just as important to him as you were. In the end, he nodded once with a sigh.

It was a few more minutes before he carefully untangled himself from your hold. He swung his legs over to the side of your bed with a groan, his muscles spasming as he sat up. Even in your blissed-out state, you reached out and placed a hand on his upper back, where his bruise was the least dark, hoping to soothe some of his pain.

"Where are you going?"

"Getting something to clean you up."

"You don't have to, Jake. I can take care of it."

"It's my job," he countered, turning his head to look at you with a cheeky grin. "Let me do this for you."

He stood, lumping slightly to your bathroom to grab something to clean you up. You watched him go, taking him in in all his naked glory, biting your bottom lip hard.

You still couldn't believe he was yours.

You weren't expecting this: the gentleness as he took the rag between your legs when he returned, the kiss he placed on your thigh when you whimpered from the sensitivity.

After tossing the rag into your laundry hamper to be dealt with later, he maneuvered himself back into the position he assumed last night when you fell asleep, head buried in your neck, arms wrapped under your shoulders.

It was soothing, his weight on your chest almost counteracting the dull throbbing in your core.

"How long do I have you for?" you asked, threading your fingers through his hair.

"I have nowhere to be for the next two weeks," he mumbled into your chest.

"Stay with me?"

"As if I'd leave you now."

😏😘 You hate me now?

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Part 22 - Jump in progress

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gimmeurtmi · 11 months

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bestie i am so– i just. all this minho & kiddies content is making me sick! all i can think about is him (yes we're switching it up a lil there's no reason he shouldn't be just as whipped) asking, begging, to put his baby in you. like when you finally start trying for kids man is obsessed and desperate to fill you with his cum over and over and over again because he needs to make sure it sticks.

he goes a little feral every time he starts to imagine how pretty you're going to look with your stomach growing bigger and rounder each day carrying his baby. a baby that's going to have his big sparkly eyes and your pretty smile and his nose and– yeah.

just imagine him fucking you over/on/against every surface in your home. like how that one time after a date he presses you up against the main door because he was too desperate to make it any further. And on your lazy days he fucks you doggy style on the carpet in the living room, movie and takeout forgotten, because he has an appetite for something other than food, another type of bone deep craving he's looking to satisfy.

like just... imagine him taking you from behind, face down ass up on the bed, his arms wound so tight around your waist as he pounds into you. he's breathing so hard, skin sweat slick like he's run back-to-back marathons in a single day, thighs trembling every time he fucks his cock back into you because his muscles are sore and he's so fucking sensitive but he just needs!! to cum inside you again.

"one more, baby. i know you can take it. just let me give you one more."

two more loads later and he's got you on your back, skin flushed so pink from exertion, hair sticking to his forehead, basically whimpering into your mouth as he kisses you. you're both a lil dumb from all the sex and definitely tired and sticky but. he just. can't stop moving. "one more," he'll whisper, kissing your cheeks. "need to make sure i breed you well," he'll tell you as he intertwines his fingers with yours and holds your hands down near your head. "need to get you pregnant, honey," he chokes out as he starts pounding into you again like the world's ending, eyes watering from the overstimulation but he just. can't. stop.

sigh. want me a desperately needy husband!min who goes a lil crazy, a lil stupid, trying to knock me up 😔🤞

bestie i—

there’s nothing more to say. just minho getting so pussy drunk he can’t stop until he’s bred you. his eyes getting glazed over and his lips all swollen but he won’t stop fucking into you. his knees and his thighs and his hips are sore but he can’t stop. even when you go to pull away and start your aftercare routine he gets all needy and whiny and pulls you close and “please one more baby one more” until you have to shush him and calm him down. and he does one more but you’re both on your sides cuddling and holding each other close and his thrusts are weak and slow but he’s so so close. he keeps mumbling into little kisses things like “mine, you’re mine, gonna make you mine bunny. the baby’s gonna be mine. you’re gonna be the mother of my kids, yeah? you’ll always be mine that way. always mine.”

and obviously minho tracks your ovulation cycle and everything and when the window is very low he goes just a little bit easier on you. he maybe uses those nights to do other things like make sure your body is at peace and ready for a baby so he’ll give you a massage and cook you food that’s really good for your hormone levels and so on.

also when the window is very very high he goes absolutely crazy. somnophilia ahead but, maybe that’s how you two find out you’re into that too because the schedule means he’s only gonna be home really late but he has your permission to breed you even if you’re asleep (you have to text him a green light every time before you fall asleep otherwise he won’t do it) and you always end up kinda waking up because mans just can’t stop talking it makes him so feral and he hopes maybe all his praising will enter your dream somehow and you always wake up just as he’s about to cum and you mumble out a little moany “min..” and he explodes inside you.

ugh you’ve corrupted me now i can’t stop thinking about thisssssss

#ask #anon #minho thoughts #hard thoughts

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yourlocalscallywag · 29 days

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KinitoPET theory (spoilers)

So I’m still obsessed with Kinitopet and there’s been these small theories I’ve had on it. But lately I’ve been trying to connect some things and I think this could be a plausible theory.

So, when we start up the game for the first time (and sometimes afterwards) it has a power button on the screen as many of you know. Seems pretty strange, right? And once you click it, your screen fades to black, showing an old 1990’s-early 2000’s computer. It will ask for you a password, This makes me think we are entering another world in a way, a web world one could say. But here’s the thing. That computer we put the password in is not our computer, like the one we are playing on. It seems like it is someone else’s.

So let’s think. Not our computer. We enter a “different world” (on our true computer). What does this allude to? Sonny.

So, if you don’t know the Sonny lore, here’s what I personally think it is/means. Sonny seemed to be the one who made Kinito. He started with one line of code, but that seemed to spiral out of control for some reason. Soon, it became Kinito. Now, I am unsure whether Kinito and Sonny were ever good friends, but I like to think they were. In the odd email you receive titled “IT’S NOT TOO LATE”, you will find that, once decoded using a scramble decipher, there’s something of interest at the end of the email. It says, “I fear that when we delete the server. . . you. . . you will delete me?”

Hmm, delete? That’s sure interesting. Speaking of deleting, does deleting things pop up again in the game? Yes! In the true ending, you delete Kinito and the world in that computer that isn’t ours. Speaking of that computer, isn’t it odd that we “know” the password (as it works every time)? My conclusion to this is that we play as Sonny, and that the computer at the start is his, we know his password, and we can delete things like him

Now wait, you’re probably thinking, “why would he leave emails for himself?” Simple. Everytime he finishes the game on choosing to stay or not stay with Kinito, the cycle resorts, making him forget everything, so he left clues for himself, like the emails.

So, we, the player, are Sonny. But what about Kinito? Well, I think I know who he actually is, as well as his friends.

Kinito fourth wall breaks a lot, that’s for sure. He also tries to stop and distract you from finding clues to the true ending, aka trying to stop you from hurting him and his friends. He is aware you delete him in the true end, and obviously knows how to code, so he knows he’s in a “game”. Also, speaking of his friends, something is very interesting about them. Jade is a scientist, so nerdy and whatnot. She builds things, and is green. Sam is, well, Sam, and orange. Notice how when you click on the body bag in the decor section of the mini game, your mouse moves on its own, and that it’s constantly moving. Remember this for later. Now, I believe it is Jade who, when going through the Factory Frenzy scare, says “I’m here again, aren’t I?” She seems to be aware she is also in some sort of cycle, or game.

Last but not least I want to point out that they all seem to know they are trapped in their own world. In the hidden area when interacting with the fountain in the Web World, it will get all dark and gloomy, and a track from the OST will play called “Deep Below the Code.” Notice how it says “below”. Keep that in mind.

So, I have my conclusion. Think about all the points discussed. They forget but remember small things every reset cycle, they know they are trapped below the code, Kinito knows he’s in a simulation/game, Jade is green and is a scientist, Sam is orange and your cursor constantly moves during the body bag scene, you befriend all of the characters, and, during the true ending, you help them all “escape” (even if it’s in death).

My last point is the creator’s name, troy_en. Counting the letters. There are 7 including the underscore. What other name has 7 letters? Toby Fox. What else has 7? The 7 human souls in undertale. So, my theory is that Kinito is actually sans in an alternate timeline, and that you are the player who can free them from being trapped below the surface, aka the code. Or, if you choose to play again, you can reset the cycle. Jade must be the alternate alphys, being a scientist, and that she has a kind soul, hence her being green. Sam might be another character, maybe papyrus, who has a brave soul, hence the constant moving of your cursor, just like you have to constantly move through orange attacks in undertale. Anyways, I hope you liked the theory and feel free to discuss, and I wish you all a happy april first and whatnot. This theory has gotten very long and now my fingers are falling off.

#kinitopet #kinito pet #kinitopet theory #kinito pet theory #I cooked with this one

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Sarah, I literally love you so much you're one of the best people on this app istg❤️

If it's not too much trouble, for the joseph quinn x princess reader can we get something like Joe and readers nighttime routine?

I'm quite particular about my skincare but sometimes I'm soooo lazy and too tired to do it and I need someone like Joe to treat me like a princess and do it for me🥹

Or something similar if you don't vibe w/ that, anything like that would be super cool if you could, please & thank you🫶🩶

Hellooo lovey!! Awe oh my goodness you’re too sweet omg🥹 I literally love YOUUU so much!!! I absolutely can give you some Joseph Quinn and his Princess’s nighttime routine! I feel you on the skin care like I’m obsessed with it but also half the time don’t want to be bothered with it😩😂 so I hope you enjoy, I gave you some conversations that you’d have throughout the night💖

-hi! Hello! Keep scrolling if RPF isn’t your thing and also if you’re not into spoiled/princess reader. I swear I won’t take it personal 😂✨

-find all things Joe x Princess here💖

*You have a thing for skincare…you just don’t always want to bother with it so that’s where Joe comes in*

“My love you have to be still or it’s going to be all wonky looking.” “Sorry I’m just sleepy…that’s a little tight.” “Sorry baby…did you have a long day hmmm? Spent too much time out at the shops with your friends?” “It was fun but yes…I didn’t get my usual nap so I got a little cranky.” “You do like your little half hour mid day nap don’t you love?…how’s that? Need me to redo it? I’m still new on the whole French braid thing.” “I can’t help it…working mornings and getting off in the afternoon just makes it hard for me to not need a nap…oh yes it looks great.” “I for one am pro nap…I enjoy when you’re all sleepy and cuddly in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I’m too sleepy…I don’t want to.” “Baby…you know you’ll be very annoyed in the morning when you wake up and your face is all dry…” “can you…do it for me?” “Put on your skincare? Sure love..you just have to tell me what order you do things in because there’s…a lot.” “I can do that…you really don’t mind?” “Of course not my darling…now what’s first?” “That green bottle…yeah that one it’s my serum to make me look radiant…do you think it works?” “Oh yes it works you’re always looking absolutely radiant love…how’s that feel? I’m not being too rough right?” “It feels amazing…I’m never applying my own skincare again.” “Oh is that so?” “Next is the gold bottle that’s my nighttime face cream…don’t forget to drag it down the neck.” “Jesus this stuff is quite thick…so down the neck…got it…that feel okay?” “Mhhmmm” “baby…come on you can’t possibly be falling asleep while sat on the bathroom counter.” “You underestimate my ability to sleep anywhere…” “what’s the last step love?” “Eye cream…tiny white jar….you don’t need a lot and use your ring finger and tap it in.” “Okay..tap it..in…like that?…are we done now?” “Yes…can we go lay down now?” “Yes baby we can go lay down now.”

“You said we can lay down…” “and you can love…I’m just going to rub your feet with that lotion you like and put those socks on that have the little hearts all over them.” “Oh but I got those new ones with smiley faces on them at the store today.” “Did you? Would you like to wear those instead love?” “Yes please…” “okay…get comfortable for me…perfect…left foot please baby…that’s a good girl thank you…” “will you read to me tonight?” “Sure princess what do you feel like reading tonight?…right foot now love…thank you.” “I like that poetry book you’ve been reading to me lately.” “Oh good choice baby…okay feet are nice and cozy let’s get comfy shall we?” “My feet are very happy…thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me baby…you know I love pampering you.” “I love you Mr. Quinn.” “I love you too Princess.”

#Joseph quinn x princess #Joseph quinn x spoiled reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn request #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn series #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn fluff #Joseph Quinn #my little british baby #Quinn spoiled

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Week in Review | Oct. 8 aka the Week of the Great Gray Sweatpant Revelation

Hi, hope you all are doing well! Another week in the books. When I woke up this morning it was in the high 60’s (F) here in Florida which is basically “grab your sweatshirt” weather for me. I’ve currently got some chili in the slow cooker and I’m channeling all of my fall vibes even though it will be in the 80’s by the afternoon.

Three years ago today we rescued our corgi (for those reading Delta Landscaping, yes I had to throw a corgi into the story because of that). She had a bit of a rough go before us and she still has her moments, but she’s taught me a lot about patience and grace and we have a really special bond. It’s also been so cute to see her bond with my daughter. She was really unsure at first but now they’re super cute together.

I also had quite the Pedro boy week. I started it off with meeting Mando and ended it with Silva and Strange Way of Life (more on that to come).

Fics I read this week:

I have soooo many fics I want to read, and my TBR list is getting out of control. But like, what a great problem to have. I'm continually awed by the passion, creativity, and talent in this fandom.

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I can’t believe we’re almost done with this story! I have the lastest chapter on the list to read asap. I’ve loved the ride so far and am so happy to see some of my mutuals on here starting to read it too!

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - Loved some Frankie in this latest chapter. Such a competent pilot … sigh ….

Joel Miller

Butter @fuckyeahdindjarin - Sweet, fluffy Joel + a baker. This was a really cute read.

Javier Peña

Every Inch by @javierpena-inatacvest It’s in the It's Never Too Late universe. Javi is as sweet as ever with Osita and is such a supportive partner. (Warning, there’s a reference to green shirt Javi and I about passed out). 😉

Playball by @morallyinept - Gifs are my love language and how I express myself best, so a little drabble inspired by gifs (and Javi gifs at that) had me sold!

Paranoid Heat by @goodwithcheese - I already know I’m going to be obsessed with this. It was a great opening chapter and I’m so hooked. Megan, please don't tell me there are any landscapers in this fic. I don't need another spin off 😂

Marcus Pike

Headshots - Chapter 2 by @secretelephanttattoo - I loved getting a continuation of the story between Marcus and an FBI photographer. Marcus is equal parts menace and sweet, fluffy, great boyfriend.

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings Continues to deliver. This is just such a good fic and I love all of the behind-the-scenes and extras we get for more insight.

Unwind by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - This was so cute … you already know I love a fluffy Dieter.

Kinktober and Other Prompts

This is my first time experiencing Kinktober, so I’ve been glued to @absurdthirst feed for new stories.

My girl @trulybetty also has some great little stories as part of her Autumnal Offerings series. I’ve really enjoyed getting some glimpses at other stories in her universe that I have on my TBR list!

@secretelephanttattoo has some really fun fics dropping like Sofa, so good (Frankie), Stargazing (Frankie), and Kiss Me Quick (Dieter).

Benny Miller / Garret Hedlund

It’s been a while since I had a Benny fic, but @musings-of-a-rose remedied that in spades with The One. It follows Benny and OFC Lily, who just so happens to be Frankie’s 21-year-old daughter. These age gap/dbf stories can be tricky sometimes, but I really thought this one was handled so well. And Benny was sensitive, sweet, funny, and hot.

Posts from this week:

I hit a big (for me) milestone on here this week and invited some asks and I was not disappointed. I had so much fun with these so if you ever have something, please send me one! To anyone who sent me one this week, I’m thinking up some asks to send your way in return! 😉 I’m not sure if this link will work, but here’s all of the asks I received!

Feral corner:

Gray Sweatpants Update - I am still recovering from the revelation that Young Joel is wearing gray sweatpants in the first episode of TLOU. *deep breaths* Like honestly, the rest of the week aws a blur after that.

You know, I love having friends in all corners of the globe, but sometimes I miss things when I’m asleep. Case in point, this post about … hands. Woof, it was quite the way to start my Sunday.

Things I watched:

I finally saw SWOL and loved every minute of it (although it was over too soon!). I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get back out to the theater for a viewing, but I’m going to get a free trial of Mubi when it comes to streaming so I can see it again. I’m also on the hunt for the Q&A that some saw following their showing so I can get some more insight.

Garrett Hedlund headlined two things I watched this week. I finished Mosaic, which was good. I love mysteries and thrillers. Interesting tidbit about that show: when it first came out, it was released on an app where (as I understand it) you could watch things in any order…like a Mosaic 😉 When it was put on HBO Max it transitioned to a linear format. It was good, but part of me wishes I could have chosen the path for the narrative because I love a choose-your-own-adventure story!

I also watched Desperation Road. It's set in rural Mississippi and is a series of interconnected stories. Some of the subject matter is hard and a bit triggering, but Garrett delivers an absolutely beautiful performance. Seriously, between him and Pedro…they have such expressive eyes.

Things I'm excited for:

Later this week Mr. Rhoorl and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary. We are doing a behind-the-scenes tour at Universal for three of the Halloween Horror Nights houses and TLOU is one of the houses we are going through! I am so excited and will take as many photos as I can. I’ve been really leaning into the Halloween vibes this year so I will be writing something special later on this month to celebrate the spooky season.

Fic updates:

I got chapters out this week for both fics. I may be a little delayed getting the next installments out, but we'll see!

Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfic #dieter bravo x reader #frankie morales fanfiction

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bookshelfdreams · 2 months

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

I got tagged by the loveliest @adickaboutspoons - thank you, darling!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: No. I wasn't supposed to get the first name I have at all, but my mother forgot what she wanted to name me after she gave birth.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Last week I listened to an audiobook that made me tear up. Full on crying, I don't remember.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: Luckily for everyone involved, no.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: None, other than what I was forced to do in gym class. I have always been, and always will be, terrible at sports. I have never found anything I liked.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: I don't even know what that is.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: idk?? What they look like? Sorry, I don't mean to be obtuse, I just don't know how to answer that. I notice lots of things about people. If what is meant by this question is: "What are things that inform your first impression of a person?" then I guess the answer is that first impressions are often wrong and I try to at least let someone speak before I form an opinion.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Greyish blue.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Bittersweet endings, imo. And don't pull an "It was all a dream!!"

ANY TALENTS?: Yes, one: I'm so good at lighting fires. (Campfires and stoves and such! I'm not an arsonist)

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: In a country that no longer exists.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Fibre crafts, obviously. I like knitting and spinning best, but I can also crochet, and weave a bit, and do some basic sewing and theoretically, some embroidery, although I almost never do that. Other than that, I bind books sometimes (rarely as it may be, I haven't been feeling that lately), and I like going for hikes.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: A cat, his name is Edgar.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 1.78 or so

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: History

DREAM JOB?: I actually quite like my job? I kinda almost-accidentally stumbled into it, it wasn't my dream job, but I'm content where I am right now. If I had to start over completely, in a perfect world where money concerns and such don't exist, I think I would have liked to become an actual bookbinder. Or maybe a mortician (though not back when I was actually choosing my profession).

And then I got also tagged by my most beloved @eolewyn1010 - again, thank you x10000!

Last song: Yuve Yuve Yu by The Hu

Favorite colour: Green, purple, muddy earth colours.

Last show: That Netflix docuseries about the FLDS church

Sweet/savory/spicy: Eh, depends.

Relationship status: Old maid.

Last thing I googled: Spiro comp

Current obsession: Not obsessed with anything rn :(

Looking forward to: Finishing the kickass vest I started to knit last night

tagging (no pressure, pick what you want to do or feel free to ignore this, it's all fine, I love you): @awordwasthebeginning @jamdoughnutmagician @little-linda @comfortabletextiles @fearlessinger @khargaotte @invisiblegreendot @9thbutterfly @throwing-roses-into-the-abyss anyone else who wants to do this <3

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bethanyactually · 5 months

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yoinked from @hondagirll 😘

last song: New Disaster by Barenaked Ladies

favorite color: sunflower yellow, turquoise, orange, grass green

last movie/show: I think the last thing I watched was an episode of Elementary, but tomorrow I'm gonna finally watch Barbie since it's on Max now.

sweet/spicy/savory: Yes, thanks! (If you force me to choose, probably spicy, which is a change! Once upon a time I'd have definitely said sweet, but my tastes have shifted.)

relationship status: married to the best dude on the planet

last thing I googled: 'rudy giuliani' to fact check a post I wanted to reblog

current obsession: still Nancy Drew, because even though @pressdbtwnpages and I have watched and rewatched this show, and have been discussing it nonstop since the s4 finale four months ago, we keep finding new layers of meaning and nuance. How!? It's a really good show. Also mildly obsessed with cheesy toast lately, and this cranberry and lime Polar seltzer I am currently drinking.

tag 9 people: low-key no-pressure tagging Kelsey since I mentioned her, and some folks from my recent activity: @tomatocages, @beththebubbly, @fitzawkwarddarcy, @catalogercas, @fierycavalier, @penguinsandyetmorepenguins, @dollsome-does-tumblr, @forasecondtherewedwon, and anyone else who'd like to do this.

#meme #me

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georgieluz · 8 months

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Julian!! I’ve missed you!! Sending a virtual hug and a few asks for the ask game!

❤️💛💚💙🖤🎤🎵📺🔐🧟‍♀️🍇💌🖇️🔍🪐🌚

I just realized… there’s a lot… haha sorry about that 😅 hope you’re doing well!

hiiii!! i missed you too!!! first of all, lemme return the virtual hug and then i'll get to answering!!

❤️ how tall are you?

5ft4. guess i'm joining george, johnny, frank and harry in the smol boys club

💛 what is your favourite feature on yourself?

maybe my hair? idk i feel like so many people talk about how lucky i am to have such thick fluffy hair that if i didn't choose that it would be the equivalent of cursing them and all of their families

💚 where are you from?

dwi'n dod o gymru!! actually it's fitting that the emoji is green because green and red are the welsh flag colours and i'm welsh!

💙 do you have any siblings?

just me, unfortunately

🖤 favourite hobbies outside of your blog?

archery! i used to be on my university team and we would shoot three times a week but i've graduated now and feel like i'm cheating on them whenever i shoot with my local team

🎤 have you been to a concert?

yes! i've been lucky enough to go to quite a few. some of my favourite artists that i've seen live are: my chemical romance, the libertines, epik high, vixx, kim hanbin and day6

🎵 favourite artists?

the libertines, the strokes, pulp, the cure, epik high, kim hanbin, onewe, hoppipolla, sunmi and woodz!

📺 last show you watched?

transatlantic (i'm still a wreck bc of these characters)

🔐 something no one would guess about you?

ohh this might be the toughest one bc i don't actually know how people see me so i wouldn't know what they would guess about me but maybe that i studied and competed in dance my whole life? (if you can guess what styles of dance i'll give you a prize)

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you?

i don't wanna make this too heavy so i'll leave out the actual scariest things but the other week i may or may not have had an encounter with a ghost in my museum which is said to be haunted

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you?

texted two of my friends and one replied "unnecessary" and the other said "an idiot of an enigma" so that went well lmao

💌 why did you start this blog?

because it had been so long since i had friends who loved band of brothers and i missed having an online community where i felt comfortable and happy and enjoyed engaging with people in

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer?

honestly i like all of them! i love interacting with people and so any asks are fun! writing asks, character discussions, get to know me asks, i'll take the lot of them!!

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most?

lately it's been eddie jones!! every single idea i've had lately spawns around him and forms its own little solar system that revolves around his existence. i think it's bc i'm a little bit obsessed, but i also think the themes i enjoy writing most work very well with him so it's just the perfect match. but i also adore writing nix, he's my favourite hot mess and i love writing him. harry and tab are two i love writing who i didn't realise i loved writing until i saw the amount of times i'd written something focused on them when the work wasn't supposed to be anything massively to do with them lmao

🪐 favourite shows / series of all time?

ohhh another tough one, but i'm gonna have to say band of brothers, star trek, and lost, but succession is probably gonna end up being up there eventually but i need to give it a few years to settle before deciding. there are definitely others but they go in and out of order a lot and those are the three that always stay at the top no matter what

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from?

honestly idk i think it's down to individual taste so if i knew someone didn't like a certain genre i could tell them to avoid shows based off of that but i usually don't tell people to stay away from a show unless there's something genuinely harmful in it

thank you so much for asking all of these!! it was fun to answer them and hopefully i haven't rambled on too long!!

for this ask game!

#julian's ask games #julian's inbox

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freesia-writes · 11 months

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The Master Post of All the Tags Lately

Jeez, you guys, I feel so stinkin loved. I've been here for literally 3 months and it's just... the best. It's redeemed social media, LOL. So much creativity and fun and humor and just absolute awesomeness.

ANYWAY. I've been hyperfixated on my smutty Crosshair fic collab with @lightwise, so I haven't answered any of the fun things y'all have been tagging me in lately, so I'm doing them ALL AT ONCE. ;)

Last Song: Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

Currently Watching: nothing, can you believe it?!

Currently Reading: The Gospel of Mark and amazing fanfics (I'd tag em but there's too many and I fear missing someone)

Current Obsession: Clones right now. Fanfic writing, sexy clone fanart.

@sunshinesdaydream @rain-on-kamino

My Mood Board/Core/Aesthetic -- Total disclosure, I hand-picked the images to reflect all the sides of me...

@sinfulsalutations @the-bad-batch-baroness

The Latest Line from my WIP:

Crosshair’s hand was suddenly on the small of your back again, warm and deliberate, a life preserver in a tumultuous ocean of emotions and memories; he stiffened as he felt your tension and the slight shudder as you fought to maintain composure.

@clone-anon @annwayne @ladyzirkonia

9 of my Favorite Characters:

They actually are in order from least to most favorite, coincidentally. Although I might switch Gregor and Rex. ;)

@annwayne @techs-stitches @photogirl894

I'm too lazy to figure out the snow globe date thing but I can tell you it'd be me and my man in a forest by a river with a bunch of snack food. @anxiouspineapple99

A scent I love: RAIN

Something I'm looking forward to this week: a super chill weekend with family and a ton of progress on the smutty Crosshair fic ;)

A book I'm currently reading: see above

A game I'm currently playing: Super Mario 3D World or Mario Kart on the Switch with the fam

Most recent movie: I never watch movies. Idk why. But I can watch hours of TBB or TCW, haha. So uhhhh. GEEZ. Honestly, no idea.

Watching anything on TV: not consistently. Occasional episodes of The Office. Taking a break from Star Wars as I'm writing and reading like crazy here. ;)

Favorite season: GARLIC IS A SEASON, @doublesunsets!? You're my hero. I usually say fall (basic white girl) but this year it's been spring. I love rain, green, salamanders, creeks, fog, etc. I was raised in Oregon but am in California now, so it's nice to have glimpses of the Pacific Northwest.

Something I've learned lately: Zoloft can significantly decrease your sexual responsiveness. ;)

Have I had water today? Heck yes. I tote my giant water bottle around everywhere.

Also too lazy to make a picrew, but sending love and hugs to you @thecoffeelorian, haha

Holla if I missed any! XD

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neoninky · 5 months

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Sebek for the bingo meme

Ziggy Ziiiiiggggs~ 🐊

Alright, first things first-*rambling activated*

From Day 1 of getting my sights on the Twisted Wonderland art alone, Sebek was definitely one of my favorite characters designs. He just looked rad as hell with the green hair, them antique green-gold peepers, that bone structure. Mwah, chef kiss 🤌 then Hairdown!Sebby came into existence? Oh man. 10/10 💚

So I didn’t completely fill in the “mean fandom” square cuz I see/have seen a lot of polarized responses to Sebek in the fandom. People have either LOVED or HATED (or loved to hate lol) Sebek from what I’ve seen. I get it: at first glance he is very rude, loud, stubborn, obsessive, etc etc.

Lately, oh yes, he has gotten more popular across the board due to the Diasomnia chapter releasing on both servers, and his inclusion in side events, which makes sense. Croc boi has gotten more screen time so we get to know him better and see him interact with his dormmates and the other characters. Also shout out to @nuitthegoddess and @ryllen whose Sebek x OC/Yuu content endears me to the tsundere croc even more lol (aka “blorbo by proxy”)

But me personally? I haven’t disliked Sebek since the beginning. I thought he was kinda funny and silly in that he is so boisterous and hyper focused to a fault. Lately, though - from seeing his interactions with Silver and other characters in side events and the main story, he has grown on me tremendously. Some of my favorite cards that I have are Sebek cards (Camp Vargas!Sebek I’m looking at you, buddy)

so yeah, I’m a bit anxious about our crocodile boi because I’ve gotten attached and once you get past the loud angry Malleus obsessed nerd-jock, Sebek is actually a very kind, loyal person and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him but I do wanna know more about his background.

I would love for there to be a closer look into his upbringing as a fae halfling and how it’s affected his self image and other things psychologically/emotionally and such. That would be hella fascinating!

FREE SPACE: I am lil’ biased cuz I have had a deep love of reptiles from lizards, alligators and crocodiles to dinosaurs and dragos so that makes me very fond of Sebek too lol 💚

#neoninky #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #character bingo #ask game answer #twst ask game #thanks anon!#anons welcome #I love my reptiles #🐊💚⚡️#diasomnia #diasomnia season is upon us

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maiaspen · 1 year

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Hey “Oblivion Gin” readers!

I swear to the Force that I am working hard on the finale for you! 💚 My writing confidence took a bit of a hit last month. I am human. I go through feels, sometimes inconvenient ones.

Thank you to all of my readers for continuing to support and encourage me. I’m hoping to have the story finished this month. 💪

Here’s another little teaser for you. The scene picking up where my last teaser left off. Here

I also have glorious supporting art by @kana7o to treat your eyes 😏

Please remember that this is a very rough draft, what ultimately makes it onto ao3 will be heavily scrutinized 🧐 these are just the raw words as they pour out of me.

Thank you all for your support! I can’t wait to share the full finale with you 💚💚💚

xo Maia

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Chapter 9 excerpt…

Anakin doubles his already quite doubled efforts to hustle, weaving pedestrians and commuters on citibikes and landspeeders. He’s aware that his surroundings are Coruscant-rush-hour-level-of-loud, and that it’s daylight; but only because Orea Dea’s singular sun has teamed-up with the Force to highlight his Jedi targets.

Entering the crowded spaceport, Anakin decelerates to a sneaky jog. The Force insists that he assess the situation before drawing his lightsaber and trimming Fisto’s tentacles (and testicles).

The pair of Masters are standing – huddled shoulder-to-shoulder– next to a cargo freighter that looks like it’s being prepped for take-off.

To Anakin’s tremendous relief, Obi-Wan’s posture is strong. He’s handsome as ever, fair head and facial-hair have been groomed to perfection. He’s dressed in his boots and tunic, which the medical staff was kind enough to launder. All of the sweaty-oily-mulchy- bloody souvenirs from their crab droid and ass face battle royales have been cleared away. Obi-Wan looks the epitome of a proper Jedi Master. But Fisto . . .

The droid wasn’t exaggerating.

Anakin gasps as bewilderment sweeps like a blizzard through his mind, whiting-out thoughts of all else but what Fisto is wearing. Or rather– not wearing.

(Thank you @kana7o for this Fisto sketch💚)

The Nautolan is clad in a darkened leather toga – a toga that looks like it’s been sized for Master Yoda. The skirt portion brushes his thick thighs, barely concealing his dignity. If there is a gust of wind – or if Fisto even raises his arms to stretch – everyone in this spaceport will see his cock and balls! Unless he’s wearing underwear, which Anakin strongly doubts. And the green bastard is wearing the toga like he’s doing it a favor. His muscles are bursting out of the garment. Those chiseled biceps and pecs belong on a Holomovie screen (probably a porno), not a public spaceport. There are younglings milling about!

Has the Nautolan been working-out obsessively the whole time they’ve been hospitalized? Gaining muscle and losing modesty?! Even from eight meters away Anakin can count his eight abdominals.

The ‘outfit’ includes knee-high strappy sandals, which accentuate his strong calves, and even– is that a collar? And, yes, Fisto is wearing a collar. A leather one with a metalloid loop. It’s like he’s begging to be latched by some kinky leash.

Master Kit Fisto is hotter than fire. He’s center-of-a-sun, liquid magma hot. How his toga hasn’t burst into flames, Anakin does not know. And, right now, Obi-Wan is reaching upward . . . laying a hand on that bulging bicep and squeezing—

“MASTER!” Anakin screams as though Obi-Wan is touching liquid magma! With a mighty Force-leap he closes the distance, landing before the Masters and snatching Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin holds his Master’s hand to his chest like he’s saved it from a brutal roasting.

Obi-Wan makes a face like Anakin has pissed in his morning tea.

So, Anakin counters: pushing his bottom lip out, going for the most adorable pout he can muster. The kind of expression that always softened his mother’s irritation when he was late for their evening meal. To Anakin’s surprise, Obi-Wan actually blushes. Really blushes. Anakin is certain his rouge can be seen from outer space. Did touching Fisto actually burn him?

Suddenly, Anakin can feel his Master’s Force signature again – vibrating and sizzling like it’s super-heating. But Master Kenobi quickly regains control of his dermal blood vessels and his shielding, retaining the aurora of one who is cool and centered.

“I’ll take this back, thank you,” Obi-Wan says as he pulls his hand from Anakin’s grasp. He then offers a small but earnest smile, adding: “It’s good to see you up and about again, Anakin.”

“Thank you, Master. I can say the same to you–” Anakin starts, intending to ask what-in-all-the-hells is going on, when Fisto clears his throat.

The Nautolan grins broadly, teeth glinting like pearls under the sunlight. Anakin orders himself to keep looking at Fisto’s teeth. Not lower, not lower. “It is indeed good to see you both up and about,” Fisto declares. “I spoke with Master Windu this morning. The Council is sending a team to sluth-out what happened to the senator’s shuttle. They will arrive tomorrow, at which time you two are to take their transport back to Coruscant. I’m afraid our little shuttle is officially out-of-commission.”

Anakin processes Fisto’s words out loud. “So. Master Fisto, you won’t be . . .” he pauses. Pushing the obnoxious optimism from his voice is like trying to shove against a stubborn bantha. “ . . . you won’t be joining us on our voyage to Coruscant?”

Fisto smirks as though he is a stubborn bantha. “No.”

Anakin’s signature surges like a double nova! He barely resists cartwheeling all over the spaceport! He and Obi-Wan will be traveling back to Coruscant together and alone.

And are they spending the night here alone, too? Or is Fisto in his ‘little slut get-up’ going to be the third wheel?

“What’s with the, um,” Anakin waves his hands vaguely about Fisto’s ensemble. “The whole . . . whore look? And where did you get that outfit anyway? Are you going somewhere dressed like that?”

Obi-Wan cringes at Anakin’s words, but Fisto’s already broad smile only widens. “I’m being deployed. Immediately,” Fisto points to the nearby cargo freighter. “It’s an undercover mission. I’m being smuggled to Nal Hutta as a pleasure slave. I’m to be sold upon landing to my . . . target. I cannot divulge any further details, you understand. And, Skywalker, the Council has wardrobe sources on nearly every Republic planet,” Fisto says as though Anakin should know that. Which he does, he just didn’t know that the Republic’s sources kept skimpy togas on hand.

The weight of Fisto’s words take a moment to sink into Anakin’s brain, but when they do . . .

Anakin shakes his head, wanting the weight to be gone. “Hold on, the Council is sending you alone?”

Fisto nods. “They are.”

“Kit is quite capable of handling himself,” Obi-Wan interjects carefully, sensing Anakin’s . . . what? His concern? No. No way. He’s not concerned for Fisto safety. He’s fucking thrilled that Fisto is going away. Far, far away.

Anakin scoffs, though the sound comes out as more nervous than he’d intended. “Yeah, of course. I mean, obviously. But . . . is the mission dangerous? Are you going to have to perform sex duties and–?”

“Anakin. Kit cannot share any further details with us,” Obi-Wan scold-reminds, though Anakin can now sense that his Master is concerned. Obi-Wan turns his attention back upon Fisto, and smiles with warm reassurance. “I am glad for this opportunity to see you off, Kit.”

“Me too,” Anakin says, then turns an accusatory glare upon his Master. “Though, how come neither of you were planning to include me? I couldn’t sense you, Master. And if I hadn’t returned to your sickbed when I did, and interrogated that awful droid, then I may not have even found you on time.”

Obi-Wan lowers his voice as though trying to sooth a hostile assailant: “I needed to have a private word with Kit–”

Anakin intercepts his Master’s defense. “A private word, huh? Is that the only private thing you needed to have?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow fractionally, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Besides, Anakin, the medical droid reported that you were occupied.”

Uninterested in Obi-Wan’s paltry excuses, Anakin turns his accusatory glare upon the scantily-clad Nautolan. “And you! Couldn’t you have changed into that on the freighter instead of schutta-strutting around this port?!”

Amusement flickers over Fisto’s signature and within his eyes. “The droid crew has been programmed to thoroughly shackle me upon boarding. While I am an apt-multitasker, I’m afraid that I cannot undress and redress with my arms, legs and neck bound.” Fisto looks to the cargo freighter, which is flashing its ‘five-minutes-to-launch’ warning. He reaches behind himself, and Anakin only now notices that Fisto is wearing a leather satchel. He rummages within the satchel until he finds something that makes his signature ping with delight.

“Ah, here,” Fisto pulls out the half-empty bottle of Oblivion Gin. “The Council has granted you both the evening free. You have orders to relax, and I am ordering you to . . . indulge,” his grin thins into a cheeky smirk. “Enjoy.” Fisto hands Obi-Wan the bottle. Obi-Wan accepts the gin as though Fisto is giving him a writhing whip-snake.

“Oh, oh . . . really, I cannot accept. This is far too . . . generous,” Obi-Wan almost sounds flustered.

“I insist,” Fisto pushes the bottle at Obi-Wan with oomph, and he begrudgingly accepts. “A shot or two will do you good, my friend. And you,” Fisto’s dark eyes find Anakin’s, flaring with equal parts challenge and warning. “You may need three or four shots.”

“ALL ABOARD!” A mechanical voice blears loudly from the cargo freighter. “WE WILL DEPART IN TWO MINUTES.”

Anakin opens his mouth to say something . . . say thank you? Say goodbye? Say good luck? But it’s suddenly like all of this planet’s air has been sucked away into space, and no words come out.

Anakin feels Fisto’s large, cool hand on his right shoulder, offering a brief squeeze of reassurance. Then he watches as Fisto grants Obi-Wan the same gesture, which Obi-Wan returns.

“My comrades,” Fisto says those two words in a way that makes Anakin’s heart-clench, though he doesn’t know why. “Our physical bodies do not have forever,” Fisto’s gaze sweeps from Obi-Wan’s to Anakin’s and back again. Under the brilliant sunlight Fisto’s blacker-than-black eyes are not black at all. They are a warm honeyed-gold, flecked with blue from the sky. “Time is short, and most of ours is filled with brutality and turmoil . . .” he flashes those too-perfect teeth. Again. “So, go on then, fill as much time as you can with happiness.”

“ALL ABOARD! WE WILL DEPART IN ONE MINUTE.”

“May the Force be with you,” Fisto bids them, then turns on his sandaled heels, tentacles bouncing, and sprints for the freighter.

As Fisto rushes away his toga skirt flares upward and –

By the Force.

Fisto is definitely not wearing any underwear. And his bare ass . . . well, it looks just as holoporn-worthy as the rest of him. The Nautolan probably possesses the two most flawlessly firm green globes in the galaxy. And, really, Anakin expected nothing less.

Several nearby senients squeal in horny delight – like they’ve been flashed by some celebrity heartthrob. An older female Rodian swoons and sways on her feet like she’s about to faint. Fortunately her traveling companion steadies her, though his jaw has nearly dropped to the walkway.

Anakin is surprised to hear himself laughing, and, damn, it actually sounds and feels . . . good. “May the Force be with you, too, Master!” Anakin calls after Fisto, straining his voice over the whirring engine and roaring thrusters.

“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan barely whispers. Anakin doubts Fisto even heard him, though he’s certain that the Nautolan feels the sentiment.

Anakin and Obi-Wan watch as Fisto’s tentacles disappear up the closing loading ramp. Within three heartbeats the freighter launches into the bright sky, fading away toward the outer rim.

Anakin’s mirth fades along with the freighter. A new concern has wriggled into his brain. “Does Fisto even have his lightsaber? He can’t possibly be keeping it inside that satchel. The first thing the slavers will do is search his belongings.”

Obi-Wan frowns thoughtfully. “He would not be storing it in the satchel, no.”

“Then where . . .”

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My next update with be the final chapter! 🥲

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crown-ov-horns · 5 months

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TAG GAME

Tagged by @islemeadow . Thank you so much! ❤

Last song: Sparta by Sabaton

Fav colour: Hard to say. When it comes to clothes, black of course. But, in general, black, dark reds, dark greens, golden, silver, white, grey, some shades of pink, purple and blue... I appreciate then all for different reasons, in various contexts.

Currently watching: At the moment? A video about Biblical monsters. For the record, yes, the random comment in Greek letters is mine. As for shows, I'm in the "wondering what to watch" situation right now.

Last movie: The Nun II, I think. I've re-watched it a lot lately.

Currently reading: The Iliad. And, St. Augustine's Confessions. Both for uni. I had also picked up Livy's Punic Wars, but set it aside for now.

Current obsession: The Antichrist, demons, and Biblical Mythology in general (especially everything to do with Eschatology). Yeah, that's... Not a soothing hobby in the current times. AHS: Apocalypse, which I recently, finally, watched for the previous reasons. And, Warrior Nun. Archangel Michael x The Antichrist ship dynamic. In my original work, and fanfictions. Michael is usually male, and the Antichrist is female, but I've developed a couple of ideas where it's the reverse.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury, and spicy.

Current game: I've never gotten into gaming. Does Gardenscapes count?..

Relationship status: Single

Last google: Something about 3rd declension latin nouns.

Currently working on: Fanfiction-wise? I have a few WIPs, too many for my own good. Sanguis Tenebrarum and Age of Angels are my only WIPs currently published (and I am picking at Ch3 of Sanguis). But, I've been also working on my Warrior Nun Biblical AU. And, my AHS ideas. One, is the Millory arranged marriage thing. The other, is Michael Langdon x OC. Her name is also Michael. You know, the Archangel. You guessed that by now, didn't you?.. They are supposed to marry in the end, if only for the punchline.

Tagging: @horror-blog-78 , @nocakesformissedith , @tisdae , @warriorgay07 , @onceuponaweirdo . No pressure, only if you want to!

#personal #tag game #baltic demon #yeah that ship if see a way to make it happen i will #the biblical au also has this ship but it's absolute clownery from both #so far every single character is despicable in the iliad except helen hector and andromache #well i odysseus also and i like hera thoughs she's the definition of scheming #i love the schemers #yeah even if i tune my feed it doesn't become more calming like i've said to some people #because my interest are like... book of revelations and politics #those topics can turn even a sane person into a paranoid mess even during... calmer times #i've felt really lonely in the WN fandom #funny note as i watch the video I acidentally heard McDonnald's instead of Idolatrines and was really confused for a second #i say I'm working on wips but instead I've been procastrinating by making gifs of Michael Langdon's face #my excuse is I'm studying his mannerisms

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In Another World - MHA x Reader

A/N: This is my fist fanfic I've ever written so I apologize if it's cringy and all that. I just wanted to write some of this for fun, I know that there might be some words that shouldn't go where they are supposed to be but I'm just testing the ropes. Hope you enjoy and all. This fic is posted on Quotev under the username:

InsertName (InsertName89437)

And on Wattpad under the unsername:

What- (@Someone__random)

Key:

Y/n - your name

b/n - brothers name

s/n - sisters name

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POV: Y/n

Location: Minnesota, USA

Date: ##, ##, ####

Earth - 2097

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Everything happened so fast, one moment I was walking on the sidewalk to school until I ended up in a hospital bed fighting for my life, literally. I got here due to an incident that will forever change my life.

It started off when I was getting ready for school at 6 am. Yes, 6 am because I have three other siblings and two of them; my older brother and younger sister; love to take up to almost an eternity in the bathroom.

Having the strength I needed, I got up and made my bed, went to a show and other bathroom business, went back to my room and got dressed. My outfit for today was black leggings, white Airwalks with white low socks, a tight gray shirt, an oversized brown hoodie, my red glasses, the ring that had my name engraved in it, and finally, I did my hair into a ponytail.

I then went back to my room to grab my forest green backpack that has whatever I needed for school and other random stuff.

Walking into the kitchen, I ate some breakfast and went on my way after saying my ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I love you’s’ to my parents.

My siblings were still in bed due to the fact that I decided to walk to school instead of taking the usual bus that came to pick us up at around 7:25.

The walk to school is usually around 30 minutes. So, I pulled out my phone with an anime YMHA themed case and checked the time; 7:00.

“I should get there in about 30 minutes.” I noted myself as I went onto Spotify and played Hamilton's musical playlist, popping in my ear buds as I walked my way out of the neighborhood and began my trek towards school.

My parents think that having an All Might themed, and an Eraser head themed phone case was weird, and that I should’ve bought a book or something at Barnes and Nobles. But it’s whatever, I guess.

It’s not like I’m obsessed with that anime only though, I also like Demon slayer, Tokyo revengers, and Attack on titan. The fandoms are okay, except for Mha’s fandom. It makes me want to bleach out my eyes and pour holy water on them. Other than that, I actually like it.

At least I’m not like any other typical (your ethnicity) 15-year-old girl who likes to be out on the streets doing who knows what.

As I looked around, I noticed that I’m just under the bridge. Not even at the half point yet, and so to save some time later on I ran across the road after looking both ways to get to the other side and continue on my way.

“Why does the school system request we bring textbooks home?” I complained while walking.

I finally made it to the fairgrounds, and it was already 7:30.

“Shit I’m goanna be late!” I said as I sped past the fairgrounds and by the time, I finally made it to the crosswalk that separated me and the school it was already 7:50.

“Dammit, only 5 minutes before the first bell.” I thought as I waited for the cross guard to say I could cross.

“Can’t these cars go any faster?!” I say in my mind as I check the time; 7:55. I only have 5 minutes before I’m officially late for school. And I really don’t want my parents yelling at me for that.

As if a god heard my prayers, the cross guard let me cross the street.

I started speed-walking across the street until something decided to body slam me hard while taking all my breath away. And guess what, it was a Ram truck that rammed into me.

“Too much ram not enough dodge” I thought as my body flew across the street a couple of meters.

I finally landed with a thud and felt pain and only pain throughout my entire body. It feels like I’m there but I’m not there at the same time.

As I lay on the road like roadkill, I began to hear a lot of commotion at the same time. I hear what sounds like doors slamming, people shouting and a lot of gasps here and there.

Was this the way I was going to die? On the road? I mean, at least give me some time to make my will and shit.

I then felt myself being shaken by someone, telling me something inaudible.

What felt like forever to me but only 5 minutes to the people around me, blue and red flashes of light were seen and sirens were heard.

It all sounded very faint to my ears, but I could still hear it.

I felt myself being lifted up from the ground and onto something softer. That's when I noticed that it was a stretcher and that the ambulance had come. I felt being transported into an ambulance and as the doors closed shut, the paramedics/medics surrounded me and started doing something.

They started asking things or talking but it was hard to hear, and so I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

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I finally woke up.

Sitting up straight I look around to see the room dark. “So, it was night.” I thought to myself as I noticed some type of plastic bracelet on my ankle.

“So, I am in a hospital.” I say to myself. My body still hurts like hell though, and only now do I notice that I have an oxygen mask on.

I look down to my arms and see PICC lines intact and connected to a blood bag.

“So, I am dying…” I thought as I looked around once again. I find a balcony this time, and so I pull out the lines and take the mask off and head my way towards the balcony.

Opening the screen door and closing it behind me, I notice a rocking chair, making my way towards the chair and I finally sit down.

Looking up at the sky, I begin to just talk to the stars and the moon as if it were my family.

“I remember having a rocking chair at home, it was blue and white. Dad and I would always sit outside late at night like this. Enjoying our own company.”.

Silence, so I continue to talk more.

“Oi mom, do you remember that one time I burnt the beans? Huh, I always seemed to blame you for it…I’m sorry….”.

“Hey b/n, s/n, b/n. Sorry for being a prick to you guys. I really do love you guys…I’m just bad at showing it.”

Tears flowed down my face. I’m goanna miss them all. Mom, Dad...b/n, s/n, b/n...

I start to feel my eyes closing shut, and so with my last breath I say:

“.... I’ll be sure that I’ll say ‘hi’ to grandpa for you guys………”.

As I said those last words, my eyes finally closed shut from the world I used to live in, now falling into oblivion.

“I can finally rest properly now.”

E̸͕͑̌̊́̎̾͘͝͝r̷̛̍̓̄̽̀̓̓̒͘ͅR̶̨̞̥̘̞͙̠͔͗̎̑̋ọ̸͔̪̅̓̍̇̈́̄̔̍R̷̛̗̻̆̽̾̑̈́̈̉͒͘͝ ̸̡̞̳̱̯̦̖̂͐̓ ̴̺̥̌̍̽̋͋́̾̀̾̋̇ ̸̢̧̭̤̯̥̙͍̰̟̟̹̈́̅̎͊̀̏͐̀͝͠ ̷̡͎̻͔̙̙̞͚̬̈́̈́͗̌́͒̋̐̅ ̵̧̧̗͕̩̣̤͔̟̀́̏̅ ̸̧̢̪̗̞̫̺͚̲͓̞͕̯͛̅̂͒͑́̓̂̓̔͋͜͠ ̴̝̺̽̽̎̎̄͂̿̇̏̃̈́̊̃̚̕͝ ̶̘̥͉̼͛̑̽̈̾͌̈́̒͜ ̵̢̢̨̛͎̳̪̠̞̙̩͉̯͑̈́͒͗͜ͅ ̵̩̹̰̠͉̤͓̗̝́͋̔͗͑̃̅̓̾̆͘̚̚ ̵̨̯̭̬̩̺̣̭̽͠ ̶̨̧̮̖̗̫̟͙̮̰͂͂̑̔̕͘ ̸̲̲͉͍̲̩̻̲̝̯͕̬̈̍͌̔̕ ̸̢̡̢̝͓̘̳͚̟̻̬̰̼͐͊̿͒̑͗͗̑̑̃̑͗͌͝͝ ̴̜̘͈͖͔͉̹̲͌̉͛̇͌̑͜ ̵̬́͒̒͒̂̽͘ͅ ̶̢̤̩̬̿̊̇̉͋̄͛͂̾͆͝͝͝ ̸̨̢̡̭̗̠͕̺̼̬͎͕̮͚̓͌̊̄ͅͅ ̶̫̗̠̗̩͌͌ ̶̱̗̐̂͋ ̵̹̙̣͖̩̘͈̻̤͉͖̒̓̀́̈́͑͒̅͜͠ͅġ̷̛͍̖̝͋́͐̈́͗̐͋͐̏̀̓͝Ļ̸̞͙̘̥̼̥̹̩̫̬̣̻̿̈̿͋̊͂̅̓̓̆͊̓́̿͛̊͜͝ͅi̴̧̛̙̦̇̅̀̈́͜T̶̨͎̹̮̮̀͐̈́̇̊̂̔͛̚͠͝ç̶͇͙̓͒͌̾̏͂͗̽̈́̈́̈́̀͘͝͝H̵̤̬̲̭̪̝͉̺̳̦͈̼̖̺̹̳̱̎͊́̆̃͠ ̴̤͎̇͑̒͒̍̐̇̋̓͗͛͘͘̚͜ ̸̧̯̱͖̟͊̃̒̌̂̇́͋̐̀̍͆͋͌͝ ̶͕̱̦̥͈̣̳͇̮̦̠̭̙͇̦̐̋̿̈͐͒̕̚͝ ̶̫̳̮̝̻̄̄̔̈́͐̋̆͜͜͝͝͠ ̴̛̥̩̼̩̝͕̥͕͈͎̹̍̓̌̎͒̅͊̕̕͝ ̵͍͖̥̮͍͓̱̠͒̅̾̀̂͗̌̀́ ̴̨̛͈̭̲͍̘̮̘͉̪͉̖̰̦͓̈̏̑̑̍͗̏̾́̓̉̈́͆̋̚͝ ̵̢̤̗̱̀͐̿̏͘̚ ̶̢͚̯̻̯͇̘̳̞̳̲̯̩͖̪̋̔̔̌̏͂̆̈́͘͜͠ͅ ̷̡̛̦̟̼͙͔͓̰̒̉͆̀̉̚ͅ ̸̨̧̘̳͉̫̳̥̹̩͊̈́́̅̂́͐̕͝ ̴̫̐͒̓̂̾̀̅̄͐̕͝͝͝ ̵͈͇̻̗͇̖̗̐ ̸̨̨̹͙̩̱͇͕̟͚̘̟̱̋͋͜͠ ̴̧̨̡̥̹̦͚̙͇͙̮̱͉́͊̊̇͛́͒̆̒͆̍́̎͊̽̀ͅ ̸̨͖̪͚̼̥̀͝ ̴̠̤̻͒̀̓̃̈́̌̇̋̾́͗̋̽̌̽͜͝ ̸̡̢̨̟̱͉̩̰̰̜̦̳̖̮͈̉̌͒̎͊̌͊̏̏̿͗̄̀́̇ ̶̛̪͔͕͇̆́̾͆̈̄́̂ ̴̡̡̛͎̳̝͚̻̗͉͓̼̩͕̜̝̘̽̈̀̒̍̆͆́̒͋͋̕̚̚̚͝ͅ ̴̨̛̪̬̇̀̀̐̓́͗̌̚ ̷̨̺̞̙͓̣̺̲͑̎̿̉̍̇̑̇̔̓̈̕͜͝ ̷͓͓̖͌̉̔̅̄̐͊͋̄̎͂͗ ̶̨̧̦̩̳͚̹̖͉̣̱̰͕̱̻̯̀̀͋͛͒́͋̋̀͝

I open my eyes.

Wait, didn't I just die? All I see is white. Just white.

Looking around in confusion I thought, “Is this really what happens after death?”. I don’t see anything but white, and it makes me sick.

I now look at myself, I’m still wearing the same clothing I died with. And I still have the things that I died with, which included my backpack, phone, and earbuds.

I finally look down to my hands, specifically my middle finger on my left hand. There layed a silver ring that has my name engraved in it. It was a gift from my dad. I ran my other fingers from my right hand along it and felt tears consuming up in my eyes, ready to go down like a raging river. I wipe the tears away before they could fall, no use in crying now.

Looking up, I let out a loud gasp as I saw a figure standing right in front of me. It was about average height, and it didn’t have any physical appearance other than the shape of a regular human.

“Are you Jasmin?” they asked. I was stunted, but nodded slightly as it then continued to speak.

“Do you wish for another chance?”.

“...What do you mean by another chance?" suspicion started to seep into my mind as I asked that question to them.

“Another chance at life, in another world.” they simply said as if it were so obvious.

I was bewildered, another life in another world. They seemed to sense my hesitation because they spoke again.

“I know it sounds too good to be true, but I offer this to those who didn’t get to live their life to the fullest. So, I’ll ask you again, Jasmin. Would you like another chance?”

Giving it some thought, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Infact, I think this is the perfect chance at where I want to live again.

“Can I keep my memories and choose which world I want to live in, along with the timeline?” asking them while having an idea of what I want.

They seemed to think about it for a second and slightly nodded their head. And so that was the moment where I went full on anime mode on it.

“Alright. I would like to live in the MHA world and grow up during the time where all the characters like Midoriya and all the other characters are growing up. And that should be around the year ####. I’d also like to have a hero worthy quirk as well so that I can become a hero or something. I’d also want to be able to live in Japan, anywhere that works as long as I’m close to UA. And I’d like to keep my normal appearance but other than that, I’m done.”. I end that with a serious face while looking at them. They began to speak back to me in response, “I don’t think you know how this works-”, before they could even finish, I gave them a dead serious look.

“Man, I’m dead. At least let me live in a place where I choose.” I said as they finally gave in., they began to put their hands together and all sorts of colorful lights surrounded them. After a minute or two, they finally opened up their hands and revealed a black and yellow pill in their hands.

“Once you swallow this pill, you can’t go ba-” before they could even finish their sentence, I already snatched that pill and swallowed it whole. Nothing happened for a hot minute, but I started to feel off. My vision started to get blurry and black spots started to cloud my eyesight and soon enough I was in the void again.

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POV: Y/n

Date: (Your birth date, minus the year)

Location - Tokyo, Japan

Earth - 2376

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As the effect took place, it finally began to fade away. I opened my eyes to be greeted by adults surrounding me. One of them was holding me up, a woman. And beside her was a man. I looked around at the other adults and realized they were doctors. So, I was in a hospital after all.

“I think we’ll call you, y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” the woman said while the man smiled happily along with her. The doctors around us were congratulating as they got some paperwork out. At that moment I realized that one of the doctor's faces had not two, but three eyes. And that’s when I realized that I was where I wished to be.

In the Mha-world.

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FE OC Week - Day 5/6 - Joy/Supports @fe-oc-week

I'm a bit behind but I will get there eventually.

Name: Regulus

Other Details:

Regulus has Supports with 10 individuals, many having different focuses from explaining parts of his personality and upbringing to questioning his ideals and beliefs. His prejudice shows up more than once, he is a flawed being but he learns that his conduct and thoughts are wrong (if this is triggering in any way skip any support that means prejudice in its summery).

There are also more tame ones where he makes friends and does hobbies. These supports would be where Regulus finds most of his joy doing things he loves with those he appreciates or well loves.

As a character, Regulus is neurodivergent coded, he hyper-focuses, has fixations and often struggles with things and I hope throughout his supports this would be noticed or addressed and others learn this part about him.

Supports

Alear

Focus - Regulus’ convoluted plans and obsession with schedules. How they can sometimes be a hindrance and that to live in the moment. Alear learns why they are so important to him and they find a compromise.

(Below is the wake up events so I have done them instead of support dialogue)

Lindon

Focus – Shared love of magic and experiments. Accidents happen. Lindon acts as a fatherly figure and explains things about this life and that Regulus reminds him of his children.

Lindon: "Let’s say we go back to the drawing board. Maybe a new hypothesis... Green didn’t work. How about pink, my boy?"

Regulus: "If anyone asks... I was in the Ring Room this afternoon. I certainly was not helping you try to change the colour of Elthunder... Or setting two trees on fire in the process."

L: "I won’t say a word if you don’t, young Regulus."

(Vandar chasing after them in the background)

R: "My Father never accepted the magic part of me... I don't know what he would say if he saw me now..."

L: "He would see a great Mage in the making... And if he wasn't proud of that fact then he is a fool."

Ivy

Focus – Sharing opinions on Elusia, Sombron and King Hyacinth. Regulus giving his unwavering loyalty to Ivy and Elusia once the War is over.

Regulus: (talking very fast) "Princess Ivy. Princess Ivy... I am so happy and proud you are here with us. That the crown Princess dines to battle with such commoners and with rival nations. I got to fight by your side in the last battle. I cannot believe it..."

Ivy: "Regulus! It is Regulus, correct? I may be a Princess but in this Army I am just another soldier fighting this war. There are other Royalty amongst us."

R: "But you are the Princess of my country. Is there anything I can do to help? Or improve your stay. I could plan out your days and-"

I: "That's enough. Please. Treat me as you would any other. When you have calmed down and prepared to do as such, you can speak to me again."

R: "Ivy, I would like to talk to you, if I may?"

I: "Yes, Regulus?"

R: "My conduct was unfitting last we spoke. So, I would like to start again. I was over-excited. But I have had time to sit and think."

I: "Oh? Then you may."

R: "I am proud to be an Elusian. To have walked the streets of the Capital... But I worry there is so little left of the soul of our country. I wanted to talk to someone about it... I'm at a loss. I thought you may understand that."

I: "Oh... That is something I deeply think about. When the War is over how much of Elusia will be left. Will I even have any subjects to try to help after all this."

R: "If I may... I would like to help you rebuild. I have skills that could be useful... I want the country that accepted me to know I will do anything to help it."

I: "Then, I will rely on your help to see Elusia into a new dawn."

Zelkov

Focus – Discussing the need to always be busy. He helps make Zelkov a hobby schedule and organises his hobby sanctum. Zelkov and Regulus learn to respect one another and hang around Zelkov's sanctum.

Regulus: "I've noticed you always keep busy, Zelkov. Your name is usually one of the most present on the chore schedules... Yet, you don't seem the most helpful of individuals. You don't do it out the Goodness of your own heart... So, why is that?"

Zelkov: "My mind never sleeps. I keep busy, least my mind wanders into *dangerous* territory."

R: "Huh... That's kind of familiar. If I don't have my plans... My thoughts can get overwhelming. But you know you should schedule in sleep. I have a feeling you don't sleep much."

Z: "Sleep doesn't come *easy* to me... Maybe I should tell you the same thing. I do not believe you *schedule* yourself enough yourself."

R: "Maybe you're right... Maybe we both need to optimise our schedules to help ourselves."

R: "This place is amazing. So many things. So much to do... It's a little overwhelming honestly."

Z: "That is a word... I've never *thought* to describe it as."

R: "But would you mind terribly if I could organise it for you? At least a little bit?"

Z: "Would you damage or throw away my things?"

R: "No. 'Course not, Zelkov. This place should be treasured. I just think it needs a system."

Z: "Would it make you *happy* to do so?"

R: "Immensely."

Z: "Then you may."

Hortensia

Focus – Telling Regulus’ need to “lighten up” and take a moment for himself to not plan. They spend an evening causing none planned trouble.

Hortensia: "Hey Regulus. Why you so obsessed with all these organising things? You can't organise every second of your life!"

Regulus: "Ah, hello Princess Hortensia... Can I help you?"

H: "Yeah, by putting down the notebooks and schedules and living a li'l. You can't have all that ruling your life."

R: "Oh... I find they give structure and are helpful to myself and others. Say, maybe I could help you use your time more efficiently?"

H: "Ugh, no. I live my life minute by minute. I don't need a plan to tell me what to do next."

Gregory

Focus – Gregory’s bad experiences of Elusia vs Regulus’ good ones and they both come to a compromise that there are good and bad things about their homeland.

Regulus: "Hey Gregory... Fellow Mage and Elusian. Look, we have so much in common. We should be friends!"

Gregory: "Ah! Ermm... Hello, Regulus... I don't really know if we do have that much in common."

R: "What? Really? I thought they were good building blocks. Do you not want to speak to me?"

G: "No, no. It's not that but you seem to like 'love' Elusia. But... It has not been kind to me. I don't think we have similar experiences, so..."

R: "Oh... If you don't mind, naybe you could tell me about the bad... And when the War is over I can help change Elusia for the better. I could tell you the good things it has done too? Maybe make you more proud of your Home."

G: "Huh... I donno. But it's worth a shot. Maybe... You could dail down the enthusiasm, it's making me a little nervous."

Citrinne

Focus – Discussion on magic and the need to always be better. Also, Brodia’s vs Elusia’s stance on magic. Regulus' experience with magic when he was younger. Regulus'' mild prejudice comes up again.

Regulus: "Competent with magic and Brodian. You must be a Noble."

Citrinne: "Yes, I am. What gave it away?"

R: "Commoners don't learn magic in Brodia. They don't get the privilege."

C: "I never thought about it that way... But I have met a few mages in the Army, so I think you may be wrong."

R: "Well, I was never given the choice when Brodia came knocking on my doorstop. I had to hide trying to learn magic. I bet you never had that problem!"

R: "Citrinne, that spell you did last battle... It was impressive. You got many out of a bad situation."

C: "Why thank you. Oh, it is you, Regulus. I thought I was just a 'privileged priss' that only got everything due to my status."

R: "Well... I can still recognise someone who has talent. I thought to give credit where credit is due."

C: "Hmm... I think we need a proper conversation. I need an apology from you and then maybe we can try this all again. If that apology is good enough I could even tell you how I came up with that spell."

R: "I... I misjudged you, Citrinne. I have noticed your insecurities in your position. That for a Brodian you feel weak. That is not true though. You are strong. And... I am so very sorry for my past words."

C: "You are much more perceptive than I thought you were. I accept your apology should you stay civil."

R: "That is all I ask."

Alcryst

Focus – Regulus' mistrust and prejudice of Brodia and it's Royal line. Alcryst helps him in a battle with the Corrupted and shows him he is just a normal person, and Regulus changes his mind.

Regulus: "Why are you trying to speak to me? Why even look at me? You’re a Prince of Brodia and I’m from a rival nation. I want nothing to do with you or your people."

Alcryst: "Oh... Sorry. I won’t look at you... Or talk, if you don't want me to. Would you rather you spoke to Diamant? He’s better at this stuff. What do you mean rival nation? I... I don’t know what you want. Sorry."

R: "Did you not hear...huh? Why are you apologising?"

A: "Because I’m obviously not good or powerful enough to be able to talk to you... So sorry. I don't meet your standards."

R: "I don’t understand you, Prince Alcryst."

R: (on the battlefield) "This is looking bad. Where did that Firenese knight go? I'm not getting out of this easily."

A: "Uh, Regulus, look out." (Shoots a Corrupted that got too close)

R: "Is that? Prince Alcryst, why are you helping me?"

A: "As you are someone in need. I did what I could, as little as that is."

R: "But I'm Elusian...?"

A: "That doesn't matter right now... We need to get out alive first."

R: (After battle) "You saved my life, Prince. I never thought a Brodian would help me."

A: "I did it as you're an ally, and you don't deserve to be killed just because you are from Elusia."

"You didn't kill my Father or invade my Home. Why would I... Well, hate you?"

R: "Because well... Wait? You don't hate me when I treated you poorly."

A: "No... I thought I must of done something to deserve it anyway."

R: "I wronged you... I am sorry, Alcryst. You didn't deserve my scorn. And you really shouldn''t sell yourself so short. That was a good shot out there. It saved my life."

A: "Oh... Thank you. It was, wasn't it?"

R: "Oh, yes. You should be proud of your skills."

Clanne

Focus– Regulus helps Clanne implement a better schedule and talks about siblings. Mainly Framme’s very disorganised lifestyle. Framme shows up in the supports.

Regulus: "I have noticed that you, Clanne, are one of the most organised people on this island. However, your twin, is frankly terrible. You are polar opposites..."

C: "Haha, yeah. She gets distracted a lot. I pick up a lot of the slack."

R: "Hmm... You shouldn’t have to. I have an idea: What if we were to say... Try improve her productivity? Experiment a little: try some new schedules, give her some different tasks and test her progress. It would be less work for you and the others."

C: "I guess it couldn’t hurt. I have been really busy since Framme forgot to do some chores yesterday."

R: "Then it’s settled. Operation: 'Improve Framme’s Productivity' starts tomorrow! It’s a working title."

Boucheron

Focus – Regulus is sent to find a lost Boucheron. They discover a shared love of reading and start a book club.

Regulus: "Ah, Boucheron. There you are. Everyone has been looking for you."

Boucheron: "Oh... Hey there, Regulus. I got lost again."

R: "But we are simply a 5 minutes walk in that direction. You can see and hear us? How did you manage to get this lost?!"

B: "I’ve just never been very good with directions. I get lost really easily. I get lost on the Somniel still."

R: "You couldn’t find yourself out of a wet paper bag, could you, poor dear? Fine. I will make you a series of maps. We can’t have you getting lost every 5 minutes."

B: "Oh... (Sniffling) this bit of the story always gets me."

R: "Hey. Don't spoil it! I haven't read it before. Let me catch up. Your crying gives it away!"

B: "Oh no. I'm spoiling your fun. But the book is really good."

R: (laughing, affectionate) "Oh, you sensitive oaf. A few tears won't spoil the story but don't announce it. I want the intrigue. The surprise."

B: "Yeah. It's nice I get to share this with you. Alfred and Etie well, they don't sit still long enough to appreciate a good story."

R: "I'll always put some time aside for a good read and company. Don't you worry."

Wake-Up Events:

C1:

“Divine One, I’ve been added to your numerous waking up assistants... Sir Vander seems to have recruited the whole Army for the task. Surely it would be easier just to have a set select few.”

“Do you not think it’s inefficient as well? Oh, you weren’t listening... Well, we can table it for now. Good morning.”

Awakened Early – “You awakened easily now... Why do you even need someone to help you? I’ll leave you to it.”

C2:

“Ah, Divine Dragon. Time is wasting, you know? I have things to do myself. Oh, do wake up already!”

“Ah, there you are. I will take my leave then... Actually, would making you an improved schedule help? I can do that for you.”

Awakened Early – “Oh. You’ve awoken early? Perfect. Now stick to it.”

B1:

Divine One, I made that schedule you wanted?! Ah, still asleep I see. Maybe we need to develop a spell or something... Maybe to zap you at the appropiate time. It would save you needing a person to awaken you each day.”

“Ah, you do not look impressed with my wonderful idea. I’ll be leaving then...”

Awakened Early – “What do you think, a zappy wake up spell? No? I thought it was a good idea.”

B2:

“Divine One, I have been in your library and I must say it’s... Divine One? How are you asleep at this moment?”

“Napping will only affect your sleep schedule, you know. Now, about the library...”

Awakened Early – “Divine One, just daydreaming I see. Now.... I was on about the library... You have so many tombs and magical knowledge...”

A1:

“I’ve been thinking about what you said: That I cannot plan every single thing in my life. That no one can... It is correct, I know this... But I would like have my plans to fall back on nevertheless. For if the worst ever happens, I need structure or I'll... Nevermind.”

“Oh... You heard all that...? Well, I’m going to leave. Good morning, Divine Dragon.”

Awakened Early – “Hmm...? Was I saying something important? No, nothing to worry about. Now you are awake, I will take my leave.”

A2:

“You slept for so long and still you sleep alike the dead, unending yet peaceful... So silent. If you were to never awaken again. The world would crumble. My plans would crumble... We all would crumble.”

“Ah... You were listening all along? What a sneak, you are. No, no... I’m not going to elaberate. Good day.”

Awakened Early – “Good morning, Divine One. Forgive the commentry, I just feel today is an interesting day.”

Gift Dialogue:

(I very much enjoy writing dialogue or options that could be in the game so...)

Favourite – “Absolutely wonderful. How long have you spent planning this gift? Thank you, Divine One.” (Philosophy Book, Fairy-Tale Book)

Liked – “For me? Thank you, I will use it well.” (Utility knife, History of Elyos)

Disliked – “Such an distinguished gift... Better for someone else.” (Training weights, Spooky Scroll)

Manure – “What are your plans with that? I see no reason to have it... Wait? I do not want it!”

#fire emblem #fe engage #fe oc #fe engage oc #my oc #fire emblem engage #fe oc week

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