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phantomrose96 · 1 year

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Savit-e

My host mother is a woman with long twirling hair and more floral-patterned sundresses than I’ve seen in my entire life. She throws open the closet each morning to flick each dress along its hanging rail, sharp squeaks. “What can I even wear?” The dresses sway like summer willows. I sneak in behind her and grab a t-shirt and jeans from my tiny pile at the bottom.

She loves earrings that swing and she loves stain-glass windchimes which clink and muse while she pours me the bitterest cup of tea I’ve ever had in my life. I fill it with sugar and she chides me. I remind her of all the spicy dishes I make that she cannot eat, and she says, “Okay, I’ll let it go this one time.” She sips her tea black. The birds titter at her joke. We’ll have the same conversation tomorrow.

My host mother is Jira and I wonder how closely we might be related every time I catch that glimmer in her eyes like my mothers’. Jira is too tall to be my mother and her hair is not quite dark enough, but I like to believe I see it. I like to believe Jira’s country and mine are related, that maybe her great-great-grandparents and mine were friends before the records were scorched and the lines were redrawn. Or maybe our countries bore no relation to each other. Maybe they were friends anyway. Maybe they were enemies. I’ve heard every opinion.

Jira has a worry-face like my mother, but she uses it for different things, like plum prices at the market and rain clouds blundering through like clumsy creatures. It used to surprise me, since my mother reserved her worry-face for only the dourest things in her mind. I saw more and more of it from my mother before I left. “Baby maybe you should spend the summer home. Maybe you can get your money back.” She said she’d been reading things in the news. I told her not to worry. I would be safe in my travels. I feel stares pressing into my back while Jira leans over the plums. I notice Jira receives the stares too.

She hums a tune and busies herself in the kitchen in a dress I’ve never seen. She’s been in a great mood since her daughter came home this morning. I didn’t get a good look at her daughter at first because Jira swallowed her right up in her arms. But I got to see her better when I helped bring her bags in. Savine is lithe, baby-faced and a head shorter than Jira, and her eyes carry the same arch and slope as Jira’s. She has the same dimples and she moves in the same way, tilted forward, as if to let gravity do the work of carrying her momentum.

Savine is napping from her trip, and Jira seems to have forgotten all the slow and patient syllables she usually saves for me. She speaks in her rapid pace and I jog to keep up. Too many words slip through my grasp. One in particular I hear too many times. Savit-e.

“Savit-e?” I ask.

Jira puckers her lips as if to think. Her eyes rove. Footsteps tap gently closer behind me, and Jira’s eyes light up as she looks past me.

“Savit-e!” she says, motioning forward as Savine rounds the counter and pulls her mom into another hug. Savine is only 10. She’s been away almost 6 months for school, according to Jira.

A nickname, I note. Savine wears earrings like windchimes as well.

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Jira has offered to charge me no rent if I babysit Savine for the summer and cook dinner in the evenings. Savine’s summer classes are early and short, as are mine, so I pick Savine up every day at noon. “This is Reb. She’s my mom’s friend this summer,” Savine tells her school friends. I gather that Jira does something similar every year, taking in an au pair while she works the summer.

There is a park Savine likes in particular, with the tall slides and the cold water fountains and all her friends. It takes me a few days to realize her friends are new to even her. Any child at the park becomes her friend by nature of needing two to play the teeter-totter. I meet parents and I practice my clumsy language with them. They don’t stare strangely at me like the man in the plum aisle.

Three times over the summer, I hear a parent at the park ask me. “Who is Savit-e?” I point to Savine every time. I don’t think too much about it, because they always like the answer, nodding along. Savine’s friends do not use the nickname, but I experiment with it here and there. Savine lights up when I do. “Savit-e,” I call to her from the school lawn, and she squeals and bounds forward to wrap me in the kind of hug she gives her mother.

I pick up a copy of the newspaper from the corner store every day on my way to pick up Savine, and I read what I can of it at the park. The newspaper is not a person, and it does not stilt its vocabulary to be simple and clear the way people do when they notice me struggling with the tongue, so oftentimes I gather just the concepts from articles. It is my fourth week of doing this when one article stops me. I see the spelling of what Jira says out loud so often.

Savit-e.

The article is hard, but I recognize the word for murder, and the words for three men. Three men murdered, and Savit-e. I would ask Savine, but I’m afraid the article may be something upsetting.

I ask Jira that night, after Savine has gone to bed.

“A man killed three others,” Jira says, brow slightly scrunched as she skims the paper and distills its contents to simpler words I know. Her eye creases are deep by the evening lamplight. “He is not charged with a crime, because he was protecting his Savit-e.”

This sinks in slowly, and a red flush of embarrassment makes itself known on my cheeks.

“Savit-e… as in ‘daughter’?”

I use my own word for it, since I don’t know Jira’s word for daughter. Or at least, I did not know, until now.

Jira’s brow scrunch tightens, which she does whenever I’ve used one of my words she doesn’t know.

“Like Savine is to you. Savine is your daughter.”

At this, Jira nods slowly, then more quickly as she lets the meaning sink in. “Yes… Savine is my Savit-e… my daughter.”

I thank Jira for the explanation. I lie awake that night thinking too much about the parents at the park who think Savine is my Savit-e.

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I start to dislike the newspaper. I’m not sure if it’s the summer heat sewing aggravation, or some deeper unrest, or maybe my own growing vocabulary, but more and more I notice articles that leave me unsettled. I read about the arrest of a man who looks like the man in the plum aisle. Maybe there’s no resemblance at all. Maybe any man with those piercing eyes in a mug shot feels like the man in the plum aisle. There are still many words I don’t know, but country and nation come up often. And Savit-e. More articles of someone acting in protection of their Savit-e.

My mother isn’t here to protect me. I walk more cautiously when I’m alone at night, as a woman, as a Savit-e with no parents here to protect me.

I’m in the kitchen with a knife shunking through the angled cuts of scallion. The pot for the noodles is boiling and I’ve halved the spices as I do every night for Jira and Savine. I don’t even hear the front door kick open.

I do hear Savine scream.

My heart is in my throat and my blood is cold, and I move, because in the moment I have forgotten I am a Savit-e far away from home. All that matters is Savine’s scream.

And my sockless feet are light as I snake through the dining room and round the corner to the living room, entering from the same door as the two men who now stand there, backs to me, both eagerly teasing the handles of a gun. One has Savine in a chokehold, and the men stare at Jira, pressed flat against the wall. I realize Jira does have a worry-face she reserves for the truly awful things.

And the men with their backs to me are plum-men, in ways I understand without knowing what fast and clipped words they’re shouting at Jira. The one holding Savine presses the barrel of his gun against her ear, and the windchime titter of her earrings is drowned under her scream of fear. The plum man barks a demand at Jira, and she watches with moon-plate eyes.

He barks it again.

Jira raises a trembling hand. And her digits curl, and her palm pulls inward, and her earrings clink with the slow stuttering shake of her head. She points her index finger firmly against her own heart, and she declares ‘Savit-e’.

Jira runs out through the second living room door.

“Mooooom! Savit-e!!” Savine screams, and her words choke, and she wriggles under the hold of the man. And suddenly sense returns to my body at the sound of Savine’s screams.

I am still holding the scallion knife.

I don’t remember what I do next, but the knife does.

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There is a drawl of radio static that seems to dominate my ears. The sirens and flashing lights are background noise to me now. They’ve taken Savine away with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. They’ve assured me I’ll be able to see her, but later, once she’s been looked at, once she’s calmed down, once I’ve been spoken to.

“You are not in trouble,” the detective tells me in my own tongue with a slight accent rounding her words. She’s the only one who speaks my language. They called her in when it became clear I didn’t know enough of theirs to give a report. “You were protecting your Savit-e.”

I flinch, a little bit, somehow still capable of embarrassment with a mind that’s gone completely numb. “Savine isn’t my Savit-e.”

The woman detective frowns. I remember we’re in my own tongue.

“I mean, she’s not my daughter. She’s Jira’s daughter. She’s Jira’s Savit-e.”

The woman’s frown lessens some. “Your daughter, no. Your Savit-e, yes.”

I hold my hands near my face. They still smell of garlic and scallions. “The pot’s gonna boil over. I have to go turn off the stove,” I say, urgently, and unhelpfully, as the thought suddenly strikes and I push myself standing.

The woman’s hand is on my shoulder, and she presses me down. “The pot is not boil. The stove is off. It is okay. Who is Savit-e?”

And the question sits weird. I realize she asks it like those parents at the park.

I don’t answer. The detective chews her lip, and I see her eyes searching for a word she can’t find. “Who is your… The Most? Who is your The Above? Who is your The Most of All?”

“My most what?”

“Who is your Protect Over Everything?”

And from her face I can tell she is frustrated with her own words. There is more she is saying that I cannot know in my own language.

Protect Over Everything. I think about the scream that pulled me from the kitchen.

“I think… Savine… is my Protect Over Everything.”

And this satisfies the woman. And she nods the way the parents at the park do. “You are not in trouble. You always protect Savit-e. You must always. There is no trouble for what you did. Good job, that you protect your Savit-e. You will have her back soon.”

I go stiff.

“Jira needs her back, not me. I go home in a few weeks. I only started—” I falter. “Savine is Jira’s Savit-e.”

The detective shakes her head. “Jira is Jira’s Savit-e. Jira does not come back.”

…

I postpone my flight home. I tell my mother it’s because my studies are going long. I’ll tell her more, later, when I’m ready.

I pick up Savine every day from school as always. She doesn’t smile, and she pulls me into a hug that is too tight and lasts too long. She doesn’t want to go to the park. She comes grocery shopping with me, because it’s better than being left home alone. I look over my shoulder whenever I grab the plums.

I cook dinner and I eat with Savine, and we do this at the counter because when I sit us at the kitchen table, Savine looks too long at Jira’s empty place. I tried calling Jira once, after Savine went to bed. Her phone rang from the next room. I watched it ring until it cut to voicemail.

There’s an article about me in the paper. I can’t read most of it. Or maybe I just don’t try to. I see Jira’s name. I see the plum man words. I see Savit-e written 14 times.

I don’t know what happens to Savine if I leave. I’ve tried asking and I get too many words I do not know, and no one who can explain them better to me. But their expressions stay with me. Like the looks of plum-men and worry-faces and now this new look, which is rooted in something deeper about a country which I know too little about. It’s a sad look. It’s something I can maybe understand without the words attached. I tell my mom I might like to extend my study through the fall.

Savine has started calling me “Savit-e.”

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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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The Beef-Off

Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: See below.

Summary: Just a whole lot of beef.

Word count: 1446

AN: Just popping in to drop this off for y’all. ✌️ Enjoy.

Requested by anon: Picture it, Beefy Nat right? …But wait!

There’s more 😱 —Beefy R!

The two have been flirting for eons, but it never really went anywhere significant, until the tension becomes unbearable as both of them started working out together on like a semi consistent schedule. Natasha, little shit that she is, challenges the R to a bit of a “beef-off” (please, word it differently) where they see who can do more reps as the weight increases on a bunch of different machines/equipment.

They each win/lose a couple areas, but when they get to the final zone—the bench press, Natasha stands unnecessarily close to the R’s head (to spot her obvi) as she lifts the weighted bar (easy peasy normally), but seeing Nat’s sweaty physique (like drops down her abs), and smelling her 🫣 cause the R to falter in her reps, nearly dropping the bar on herself, but Nat (knowing lil shit) feigns concern, helping her to re-rack, then the tension just kinda explodes.

Please, and many Thank You’s if you find this interesting. 🙏🏼 🥰

AN: I will not word it differently, anon, you filthy genius lmao.

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"A what?” you say, wondering if you heard her correctly.

“A beef-off!” Natasha explains, with a concerning amount of seriousness.

“What the hell is a beef-off?”

“It’s...It’s a competition of...to see who’s...” Natasha struggles to explain herself. “Anyway, we’ll just go around the gym and see who can lift the heaviest weight on each machine.”

You snort, flexing your arms, which you’re pretty sure have a few inches on Natasha’s. “What do I get when I win?”

“Who says you’re going to win?” Natasha responds, trying to knock you down a peg. While you were extremely proud of your own physique, you would be lying if you said Natasha didn’t have a comparable one. Her legs were much thicker than yours and her butt was perfectly round (and one body part she had caught you staring at more than once).

Sometimes, you weren’t sure if you had a crush on Natasha, because as much as you wanted to be her, you also wanted to be with her. Or on her. Or under her. It didn’t really make a difference to you.

“Of course I’m going to win,” you say, pumping yourself up with confidence. “I’m in here six days a week, baby.”

“And I’m here seven,” she shoots back.

“Ever heard of a rest day?”

“It’s a full-time job, sweetie,” Natasha says, and you glare at her as she leads you first to the squat rack. You feel your confidence sway; you already know that Natasha works out her legs almost twice as much as you do, and she could probably complete a whole set using your one-rep max.

“I’ll go first,” you assert, reaching for the 45-pound plates and sliding several of them onto the left side of the bar. Natasha mirrors you on the other side.

“You know we’re doing squats, right?” she teases.

You glare at her but say nothing, going to stand under the center of the bar and pushing your shoulders into it. The weight is enormous, even balanced on the rack still, and you wait for Natasha to stand behind you, her chest practically brushing your back. She holds her arms out under yours and with a deep breath you push up on the barbell, taking the weight on your shoulders.

You bend your knees until they’ve made a 90-degree angle with the floor, Natasha lowering with you. Gravity helps you on the way down, and as you start to go back up, you’re grunting and panting and your entire body trembles. You feel complete relief when Natasha guides the barbell back to its rack and you step out from under it.

“Not bad,” Natasha says, clapping her hands mockingly slow. “But throw on a few more plates and I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

You roll your eyes, but Natasha insists you fill the end of the barbell until no more plates fit. The bar visibly sags when she goes to stand underneath it, and part of you doesn’t believe that she’ll be able to get it off the rack at all.

But you stand behind her anyway, suddenly distracted with how her quads and butt flex when she lifts the weight like it’s made of cardboard. For a moment, you hope she needs help, not because it means you won, but because you’ll get to press yourself against her back, feel her muscles against yours, and--

You don’t even realize Natasha’s done with the rep until she’s turned around, staring at you with her arms crossed.

“I win,” she says.

“Huh? Oh. Fine. Whatever,” you grumble. “Pullups next,” you demand.

Both of you return the many plates to their rightful spots because you’re not heathens, then go to stand under the jungle gym-like bars of the pullup station.

“You can go first this time,” you offer, stepping back.

Natasha scoffs at you and jumps up to grab the bar. She’s wearing a sports bra, so her sculpted back muscles are on full display for you. You can’t take your eyes away as she raises and lowers herself with strict form, looking like the perfect human specimen.

“Twenty-eight,” she pants, dropping from the bar when her arms tremble so hard the entire structure shakes.

“Couldn’t even get to thirty?” you tease, swapping places with her and jumping up to catch the bar. You start pushing out repetitions with ease, too focused to notice Natasha’s eye lingering on your arms and butt.

“Thirty-three,” you announce, your feet hitting the ground again.

“Whatever.”

For the last exercise, you two head over to the bench press. You load up the barbell to your maximum weight and lie down. Natasha positions herself next to her head to spot you, but she’s standing closer than the average spotter would and the junction of her legs hovers literally inches over your face.

You try to ignore her proximity, until you can smell her arousal and then you gulp, staring straight up at the bar and ignoring Natasha smirk down at you. It feels like she’s the only thing you can see, in her sweaty, muscular glory, and it makes your stomach clench. You take the bar, pumping yourself up with a few deep breaths, before lifting it off the rack.

Even though the weight tests you a little bit, it’s nothing compared to the distraction Natasha is. You see a single drop of sweat roll down the center line of her abs and your breath catches in your throat.

You don’t even remember putting the bar back, or going into the locker room, but suddenly Natasha is ripping your clothes off and then hers, pushing her naked chest against your front and slamming your mouths together.

There is no exchange of words or feelings as you grope Natasha aggressively, desperate to feel every inch of her flexing muscles under your hands. She seems to feel the same, holding onto your bicep while her other hand presses flat against your rippling stomach to shove you into the lockers.

The two of you are almost the same size (you do have an inch of height on her though), but there is a clear fight for dominance now. Natasha shoves her knee between your legs to rub her thigh against your soaking center, and when she makes contact, all thoughts leave your mind and you feel like you can’t even breathe.

“Oh, fuck Nat,” you pant, trying to regain control by grabbing onto her arms and pushing her back.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha smirks, fighting to keep her leg between yours.

“Wouldn’t you rather taste me?” you ask.

“I wouldn’t say no.” She drops to her knees, but you stop her again.

“While I get to taste you,” you say. Natasha tilts her head, not quite understanding. “Stand up,” you demand, and she does. You twist your torso to wrap your muscular arms around her waist, then lift her off the ground and untwist yourself so that you can spin her upside-down. Natasha understands the idea immediately and circles her own arms around your waist, bringing her face directly to your center. Her legs lock around your head, literally pulling you in to her own pussy and you’re basically smothered by her wetness.

You lean back into the lockers, your thighs trembling as Natasha’s mouth latches onto your core. The smell of her arousal overtakes your senses and you push your face into her wetness, trying your hardest to focus (and also not drop her). Your forearms are tight around her back and her nails carve half-moon shapes into your thighs.

Her taste is warm and salty as it spills into your mouth. When you find and suck on her clit, she returns the favor and she slips in your arms as they nearly give out. You know all the blood is rushing to Natasha’s head, so she won’t want to be upside-down for much longer, so you push your tongue deeper into her, her walls milking you desperately. Your own center pulses and throbs harder as Natasha’s mouth works on you, and your legs tremble as you near your release.

By some miracle, you both cum nearly at the same time, Natasha’s taste flowing over your tongue and dripping down your chin, as you fill her mouth with yours. Your arms cramp as you unfold them and twist Natasha right-side up, setting her on the ground and panting from exertion.

Natasha grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you down the inch-difference and kissing you, so your tastes mingle in each other’s mouths. You’re light-headed when she finally lets you go, but she takes your hand and drags you over to the showers for a second round.

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ikilledjoffery · 2 years

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in desperate need of an Jacerys x reader fic 😭 romantic plot 🫣

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“Are you getting prepared to match your dress to those?” Jace popped his head up from where he was bent down, flowers in hand.

“No, unlike you uncle, I wish to show my affections to my one betrothed.” Jace stood up fully and wiped his empty hand off onto his pant leg.

“By getting her plants from a garden she sees every passing day?” Aegon circled where his nephew stood as he looked between Jace’s disgruntled face and the beautiful fresh flowers.

“The she you’re referring to loves flowers regardless of how many times she sees them. I think it best that you stay in your own marriage and not involve yourself in mine.” Jace held the flowers close himself, afraid that if he didn’t do such that Aegon may try to take them.

“Yes, well, when she’s done seeing flowers and wants more from her partner she knows where to find me.” Aegon copied Jace’s tone before he continued on his way through the garden, not necessarily looking for a fight. He just wanted to get a rise out of his nephew.

Jace stood and looked at the flowers in his hand, Aegon was right, you’d seen them a hundred times and there was nothing special about being given them. In fact it was even less special because now they were apart from their plant and were more likely to die. It’s not that he would ever take advice from his uncle but he did seem right about this. Jace took the flowers he had picked and sat them on the stones next to the area in which he had pulled them from with a sigh.

“I need to go to my training anyway.” With a shake of his head he abandoned the flowers he was going to give you and headed to the training court where he and his brother were being taught to spar and use weaponry properly.

Jace had returned to his quarters after his session dirty, cold, and exhausted. The irritation and anger Aegon had incited in him did quite a bit of good for his fight. But something in him still felt sorry that he hadn’t said anything to you, seen you, or given you the flowers he had picked beforehand. That was always your thing, so that you could give him well wishes before he went to train just in case. Especially if one day Aemond decided to join in. He began to remove his armor as he heard a knock at his door, assumed it was one of his handmaidens, and gave them the go ahead to come inside.

“You would not believe what I found!” You walked into the door holding wilted flowers in an extended hand with a smile.

“Y/n!” Jace stood up with one boot on trying to find his under shirt he had just stripped himself of, as he hopped around he tried to hold onto several objects in his line of sight.

“Jace!” You jested at him before sitting on the edge of his bed where his chest plate sat as he resisted gravity's urge to topple him over.

“Wait, what do you have?” He leaned his body weight on the desk nearest his bed to look at what you had in your hand.

“I was doing my walkthrough of the garden and I almost stepped on these! Someone must have picked them, I thought perhaps they thought them dead because they are a bit wilted. But they are healthy enough to stick in water and keep alive.” You handed your handful of flowers to Jace and he examined them, they were the exact same flowers he was going to give to you.

“Don't you tire of seeing the same flowers over again? Why the excitement over these?” Jace spoke out of insecurity and honesty and kept his gaze on the flowers.

“Jace, those flowers grow in the same place but not together, and yes I see them quite a bit but never together like that. While I do spend ample amounts of time in the garden I don’t get mess with the flowers much at all. I love the way they look, how I can rearrange them in a vase, and how I can see them every morning without having to rise much. It’s like asking a dragon why they get excited over seeing gold when they already have so much. Because each piece is different and means something of its own.” You spoke to Jace calmly and scooted closer to where he stood so that you could point out the different flowers and then even the differences between similar flowers.

“Do you want the truth about your flowers?” Jace’s voice was like light rain on stones as he looked at you.

“What truth do you speak of?” You smiled as he passed the flowers back into your hand and kicked off his other boot so that he was more even standing on the ground.

“I picked those flowers for you but was convinced to rid of them.” Jace sighed and reached out to touch your shoulder as he expected you to get upset with him.

“By whom?” The moment you said that a thought popped into your head that made you gasp, “It was Aegon wasn’t it. That little termite!” The look on Jace’s face said more of a yes than any yes that he could give you.

“I apologize my lady, I shouldn’t have been so easily coerced into ridding my hand of your flowers.” You rose from your seat and sat the flowers on the edge of the bed where you had been sitting in a neat little pile.

“Do not apologize, I understand how hard it is to ignore that tiny man’s agitating mouth. He would not have stopped until he knew he had affected you negatively. Know that I enjoy these so. They’re absolutely beautiful, you have quite the eye.” You now stood with your arms around his shoulders, hands brushing the upper part of his shoulders.

“I know I do, I look at you and understand what that means.” He placed his hands on your waist and stood with a smile on his face.

“Jace, we are going to get in some type of distress.” You laughed as you looked to him.

“Whatever do you speak of?” He tilted his head to the side and reached one of his hands up to mess with the collar of your dress.

“Well you stand here missing your top, and we stand here with our hands on one another. Looks awfully suspicious to someone outside of this perspective.” Jace suddenly came back to the realization that he was in fact stood in front of you half naked.

“I suppose you’re right. But before we allow chaos to consume us, allow me to do this.” He leaned down, his head still tipped to the right as he waited for you to meet him halfway.

“I suppose.” You huffed and leaned into him and did as he proposed. The moment his lips met yours the hand on your waist moved to your back to allow you to be as close to him as he could get you.

“I think you need to be clothed and I need to put your flowers in some water.” You separated the two of you and pressed your forehead against his with a small smile.

“Always the responsible one.” He winked at you before letting his grip on your falter which allowed you to move from him.

Picking up your flowers off the end of his bed you whispered, “Always the romantic.”

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desidarling123 · 16 days

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Summary: Toph and Sokka become unexpected partners for a top-secret undercover mission. Their cover is that of a newlywed couple -- but as the mission drags on, the line between fact and fantasy start to blur for these longtime friends...

A/N: The premise just tickled me, so I wrote a small scene from the larger story I imagine. Could I write the full thing out? Yes, probably. Will I actually, given how busy I am recently? Not sure.

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They've been at this shitty little hole-in-the-wall bar for what feels like hours, now, hashing out all the details they need for their joint cover story: where this couple met, how they got together. Their dreams, their ambitions, and their plans: past, present, and future.

They keep the details similar enough to their own to remember, but with just enough changed that they won’t reveal their true identities on accident.

And it's just as they're close to winding up that Sokka finally works up the nerve to spring it on her.

“We should kiss,” he says, trying for casual and unaffected, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Toph smiles and finishes off the last of her drink, like he's just told her a joke.

“Heh. Good one, Sokka.”

“No, I'm being serious,” he insists, and although he knows she can't see him, he fixes her with a serious stare, anyways, as if he can somehow convey the gravity of the matter to her that way.

She must sense the genuine shift in his tone, because she looks flustered, then. Well, as flustered as he’s ever seen her, and she’s hard to rattle to begin with.

“Why ?” she says, voice pitched low.

“Well,” he explains, “I don't want to look surprised the first time it happens in public.”

“Who’s to say it ever will?” she counters, and there’s an unusual hardness in her voice, one he’s never heard from her before.

“Really, Toph?” he says. “You know far better than I do how unpredictable these things get.”

She sits back in her seat from across him, slumping ever-so-slightly as she mulls it over. In the low, warm light, which glints against her metal armor, he’s struck by how authoritative she looks, despite it.

“Fine,” she says at last. “But it should be you kissing me, not the other way around.”

Now it’s his turn to be confused.

“Why ?”

“Because,” she says tightly, “my assumed cover is a blind woman who doesn’t have seismic sense. If I initiate a kiss, it could tip someone off. I don’t have the benefit of a low profile, these days.”

“Besides,” she finishes, “I don’t want to have to pretend to feel for your face before I kiss you. That would look objectively ridiculous.”

Sokka finds he can’t argue with that. Though he’d kind of been hoping she’d be the one to take the lead, here.

But it’s fine. It’s not weird. It won’t be weird.

“Go ahead,” Toph says, and despite the brusque tone, he knows this is the best he could expect.

So he goes for it. Sokka stands up and leans over the table. Lets one feather-light hand push the dark hair out of her face before he puts his hand on her cheek and guides her mouth to his.

It’s somehow both unnatural and yet also the most natural thing in the world, to kiss his best friend of over a decade.

She doesn’t kiss him back, per se, but that’s not really a surprise. He pushes past that and kisses her the way her ‘husband’ would: gently but firmly, a hint of familiarity beneath it all. Takes note of the little things, in the moment: the way her lips are slightly chapped against his, the fact that she tastes faintly of the lychee beer she’d just finished off.

He pulls away a beat later.

The moment is over just as it started -- abruptly. He sits back down in his chair.

She nods once, leans back again. He notices, absently, that her arms are still crossed on the table.

“Okay, got it,” is all she says. He’s passed this little test of hers.

Sokka exhales, then. Takes a swig of his own bottle, briefly abandoned on the table’s far corner.

“Next time,” he murmurs, “do you think you can pretend to like that?”

Her tongue darts out, tracing out her lower lip briefly, and if he watches her a beat too long, well, she’s none the wiser.

“Yeah,” she says simply. “I think I can.”

#tokka #toph #toph beifong #sokka #atla #lok #my writing

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redwinterroses · 1 year

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Boatem, on any given day, was probably gonna be two things:

Obviously, the first was “chaotic.” That surprises no one, yeah? Raise your hand if you’re surprised that Boatem was chaotic.

See? No hands. It's a thing that is known. You got your end crystals and tree wars and mountains going up over night and ravagers raining from the heavens… Boatem was the home-sweet-home of chaos. And it lived there very comfortably.

But the second trait that Boatem had, on every day that end in Y, wasn’t quite as obvious.

It was "secretive."

Hah. Yeah, I see your quirked eyebrow of skepticism. Look buddy, I had a bird’s eye view of the whole thing and I can tell you this for sure: the only reason none of those morons got caught out in their big secrets was that they were all too busy being cartoonishly self-conscious to notice literally everyone else doing the same thing.

That thing being, specifically: pretending to be human.

Yeah. You heard me. Human. Pretending. As in: none of that lot are human in any way, shape, and only occasionally in form.

Take Mumbo for example. Dear old Mumbo Jumbo, my personal nemesis—and also the member of Boatem I got to see up close and personal the most.

Lucky me.

He somehow managed to hide it right under everyone else’s nose, which I can only chalk up to years of trusting friendship mixed with a hilarious lack of awareness. His shapeshifting abilities have never been more unstable than they were in Boatem—maybe it was the chaos bleeding through, or the way that world was a bit unstable even from the very beginning… Either way, he turned into a living potato right in front of all of them and they barely blinked.

A potato.

Night after night I had to listen to him pacing around in his storage room, muttering to himself about how dangerous it was to be a shapeshifter living with a bunch of humans. How he was putting a lot at risk and what fibs he was going to tell to play it off as some sort of joke or prank. I started keeping a scratch tally of how many times he said “Oh dear. Oh dear."

I ran out of space about two weeks in.

But it’s not like any of his neighbors were going to notice anyway. “Living with a bunch of humans,” my big wishbone.

Human. Hah. Right, like “human” Pearl—the alien who ducked her feathery antennae in her hair any time someone came around, who floated around her base like gravity was frickin' optional? Pearl, who nearly got caught with her antennae out every time someone ran past and jumped like a skittish rabbit enough to raise anyone’s suspicions… Except her clueless Boatem pals.

Or “human” Scar, who never even hides his vexy teeth when he grins, but somehow everyone acts like they don’t notice. Maybe he uses some sort of glamor on them—not like I’d know. Magic is ticklish territory for my type. All I know is that for someone who loudly proclaims to be human—a thing no human has ever actually had to do—he didn’t go to much effort to act like one.

And then there’s that Impulse guy. I’m not sure what he is, but the one time he got close enough to peck he nearly roasted my tail feathers. Plus it seemed like all you had to do was say his name and he’d just… show up.

Downright creepy if you ask me. Not like no one ever does. Don't bother talkin' to the guy who has a view of everything for 18 chunks--no, just blame him for your dumb redstone door breaking.

Anyway. The one Mumbo seemed most desperate to hide his “secret” from was… that other one. I don’t even like to say his name, to be perfectly honest with you but I know you know who I’m talking about. The wing-appropriator. The merry prankster. The one who watches you with eyes so dark you never know where he’s looking.

And people say I have beady black eyes.

I don’t even know why Mumbo bothered trying to hide it from Gr… from him. Or why he was trying to hide what he was from the rest of them. Or how they never noticed the extra pairs of wings that would sometimes flutter about, or how he always saw when people were trying to prank him—even if it looked like he was asleep.

But I’ll admit it was hilarious watching them dance around each other like a couple of hens avoiding a creeper—except both of them were hens and they each thought the other was a creeper.

Somehow—somehow—none of them ever noticed the others. Who needs camouflage when you've got friends this oblivious? Anyway, come on—we all know none of them would actually care if they revealed their precious secrets.

I kinda hope they never do, though. Five best friends, none of whom are human, all convinced that they're the only alien-vex-demon-shapeshifter-thing-nonhuman in the bunch?

That's a joke even this bird-brain can appreciate.

#it's 2:30 why am I posting this at such an ungodly hour #hermitcraft #boatem #hermitcraft s8 #redwinterwrites #the narrator is that chicken that plagued Mumbo's mountain #if you hadn't already realized lol #just feeling some boatem things tonight #and saw a story prompt that went #“Four roommates are extraterrestrials who... believes the other three are normal humans”#and I got inspired XD #also I just watched like 3 hours of RatsSMP and Oli's voice is in my head #so this chicken has the voice of Oli Oriansound and if you read it with his garbage rat voice it's even funnier lol #boatem village my beloved

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hey, hi. How would some of your more approachable yanderes(like v, or erin) react to the reader thinking that they're dating said yanderes and then the yanderes possibly being surprised or really flustered, at the realization

(I decided to add Spencer and K too because I haven't talked about them in a minute too)

Erin

Yeah, we're dating!.... Wait- we're dating? If you're approached by friends and the misunderstanding pops up Erin is quick to agree, but everything else shuts down afterwards. He'll mumble along to whatever you say, and freakout whenever you're alone. How long have you thought you've been dating? How long have you, the love of his life, been into him and he never noticed? He's got so many questions but the first one is can he kiss you and make everything you said real.

Spencer

Easily the most chill about it. Nods along and agrees to the claim, and doesn't even bring it up for a while. Part of it is him actually been a little bashful, plus tou've already been his since the day he saw you anyway. If you were do something that warrants teasing such as jokingly wonder why you're with him, he'll bring you in and say something along the lines of "You're the one that roped me in first. I was comfortable keeping the pretty head of yours safe from afar, but you let me in and now I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. "

You heard it, he heard it, everyone around you heard it and if not they will soon because V recorded it the second time you said it. You're already on your second anniversary in his mind and this is concrete evidence that you see things the same... in a way. Immediately throwing his arms around you and acting smug, but if you call him out he'll reply with a meek, "Yes dear." As the gravity of what you said hits him. You like him and think you're already dating.... He's never gonna let you or this moment go

She's so glad you said it first. A girl can get shy going into detail about her relationship with her soon to be spouse. Far more delusional than her brother and has pictures and dates to mark down when you supposedly began dating. Never brings up your mistake and simply smooches your cheek as she takes you to god knows where for whatever activity she has planned. To be honest it really is like you've been dating since forever

#I can't get over V being listed as approachable #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #female yandere

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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You and Tenoch get stuck in an elevator together. Make it kind of fun and fluffy please.

TBH this is adorable.

Summary: You've only been Tenoch's personal assistant for a year. You recently got dumped and now you're stuck in an Elevator with him and things are getting cozy.

Turned into a little hurt/comfort with a splash of fluff

You held the doors of the elevator open while Tenoch said his last farewells to the production staff. The interview had gone well but had run over time a little and you were eager to move to the next location. Once Tenoch finally walked into the elevator and the doors closed, you took a long breath. Just one more interview for the day and then you could go home and wallow the way you wanted to. Tenoch glanced at you thoughtfully, looking you up and down but you didn't notice.

You shot off a text to his manager who had gone on ahead to prep the next interview. You were never one to complain about the long hours or busy schedule of the rising international star but today had been dragging. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator, letting your head lean back as you closed your eyes.

"If you keep sighing like that a demon will possess you," Tenoch joked, bringing up an old superstition you had heard before. He was standing nearly shoulder to shoulder to you, a habit of his that you had noticed when you first met him. "You've been very quiet recently, y/n."

"Life's been kind of crazy recently, Tenoch," You replied without opening your eyes. You could feel his eyes boring into you but you ignored it. As if on cue the elevator shook and stalled, the light above the floor buttons started to flash. You shared a look with Tenoch as he pushed the emergency button.

"Hello Elevator 4. We have received an alert that the elevator emergency stop was activated. How many patrons are inside?" Came a voice through the speaker.

"There are only two of us, me and my assistant. Did something happen?" Tenoch replied, worry tinging his voice.

"It seems that a failsafe was activated. Our apologies, but it may take awhile to free you. We have to contact the elevator manufacturer to release the failsafe. Just sit tight, you are safe, just stuck," the voice replied calmly before going silent.

"Honestly, fuck today," you groan in frustration before sinking down onto the floor, head in your hands. Your phone was pinging with notifications.

"What's bothering you so much, muchacha?" Tenoch asked with a raised eyebrow. He took off his blazer and hung it on one of the railings before sitting down next to you. Your eyes were still closed so you didn't see the concern in his eyes or how he almost reached out to touch your face but pulled his hand away.

"You are far too calm for this, you know that?" You checked your phone, making sure to send a text to the manager to update her on the situation.

You felt Tenoch lean his arm against yours, "There's nothing I can do but be calm. They said they would be sending help so we just have to wait. I wasn't really in the mood to do that interview anyway."

"Tenoch, this could take hours. The last time I heard about an elevator breakdown, people were stuck for 3 hours," you tried to explain to him the gravity of the situation but he just shrugged his shoulders. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. As always the actor looked damn good in a suit but you knew he wasn't the most comfortable in them.

"Well it's good that I'm stuck in here with this chiquita bonita and not my manager then, isn't it?" Tenoch teased you. He was always throwing you compliments ever since he found out how easily they made you blush.

"Oh shut up. I'm really not in the mood to deal with your silliness," you shut him down.

Tenoch wasn't deterred, "Are you going to tell me what's actually bothering you? You've been acting very closed off for the past few days. You didn't even ask me what I wanted for lunch and forgot to get my extra avocado."

You glanced over at the actor trying to ignore the part of you that thought his pouting was cute. You mumbled a reply before turning away.

"What was that?" Tenoch asked, leaning in.

"He dumped me," you answered.

"What? Aye cabrón. He dumped you? After all the things you've done for him, y/n?" Tenoch was angry on your behalf but you could feel the tears starting up behind you eyes.

"Yes, after everything that ass told me that I was doing too much," you looked up at the ceiling trying to hold back your tears.

You felt Tenoch put his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side, "Aye, mi amiga. Don't cry."

"I'm not crying over that bastard," You replied as you stubbornly rubbed at your eyes, "I deserve better than that asshat."

Tenoch chuckled softly as he rubbed your arm, still holding you close to his side, "That's my girl. He never deserved you. I told you that before, remember?"

You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed again, "yes, I remember. I just thought he would wake up and see me, all of me. But he just didn't care."

"I'm going to sound very old right now, but I do know this from experience. Men will tell you what they are like from the beginning. You can't change them only they can change themselves. I'm not proud of some of the things I did in the past, or some of my old relationships. But I didn't change until I chose to. It's not your fault that he couldn't see how amazing you are, y/n." Tenoch said sincerely.

"Thank you," you felt your heart flutter at his kind words. You both sat there like that for awhile, his arm around you and you leaning into him. He continued to rub your arm in a comforting manner.

Tenoch reached over and took your hand that was closest to him. His tanned hand engulfed your smaller hand as he slowly took a ring off your middle finger. You suppress the tingle that emanated from where he touched your skin. He lifted the ring up to his eye level and examined it for a moment, "He gave you this right?"

You sat up and looked at Tenoch as he fingered the ring thoughtfully, "Yes. I just got so used to wearing it I didn't think about taking it off. It feels weird not having a ring there."

You looked down at your hand, flexing your fingers. You had worn that promise ring religiously for almost two years. Seeing your bare finger reminded you that the man you loved didn't love you anymore. Before you could start tearing up you heard the noise of metal hitting metal and the tinkle of the ring hitting the floor and rolling to a stop. Tenoch had thrown your ring across the elevator like it was a piece of trash. Caught off guard you stared at where the ring landed, debating whether you wanted to pick it up again or not.

Then you felt his fingers under your chin, gently nudging you to look back to him. Tenoch looked you in the eye as he moved his thumb to wipe away the tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. "You just said you weren't going to cry over him."

You could only nod, feeling like you couldn't move while under his intense gaze. Tenoch pulled you back into his side, hugging you closer. So close you were nearly across his lap. Your tears ceased completely as a blush rose up your neck to your cheeks. You felt his lips graze your temple in a chaste kiss, making your heart skip a beat. Tenoch had always been affectionate with you but this felt different.

"Does it really bother you that your finger is empty of that ring?" Tenoch asked softly. His mouth was practically kissing your outer ear, you were so close to him.

You stuttered your response, "I-I just have to get used to the feeling."

A hum of acknowledgement from the actor preceded him moving his hands around you and pulling off the pinky ring he had on. His hands found your own again and you watched as he nimbly slipped his ring onto your middle finger.

Realizing what he was doing you tried to swat his hands away, "Tenoch, I can't! That's yours."

"Aye que bonita," Tenoch said looking down at the plain gold band around your finger.

"Tenoch, you really don't have to give this to me," you tried to pull your hand away from his but he just laughed.

"I'm not giving it to you," he said bluntly, a smile still on his face as he looked into your eyes.

"Then what are you doing?" You asked, completely confused, forgetting to continue to struggle and instead sitting still next to him.

"I'm loaning it to you. Until you can replace it with a ring from a better man or until I decide to get you your own," he was smiling as he brought your hand up so you both could look at the ring between you.

You paused than smacked his shoulder, "You're such a fucking tease. No wonder you have two baby mamas."

Tenoch caught your hand as you went to smack him for a second time. His laughter burst out and so did yours as you both wrestled for a moment. Finally, regaining control of your own limbs, you sat back against the wall and so did Tenoch. Still close enough that your sides were flush against each other.

"How long has it been?" You asked

You felt Tenoch next to you look at his watch, "Half an hour."

You let out a defeated but amused chuckle, "Fuck me."

"Don't tempt me," Tenoch replied without skipping a beat.

"Such a way with words," you mocked him good naturedly, not minding the impropriety.

It was Tenoch's turn to lean his head on your shoulder, "Aye, y/n, you really don't see me as a man do you?"

"I just got dumped, Tenoch, let a girl wallow before she swallows another dick," you chastised him.

"Now whose the one teasing?" Tenoch nudged you, chuckling to himself. You both sank into a comfortable silence, deep in thought.

"Thank you, Tenoch. For being nice to me even though I let my break up affect my work," you broke the silence, taking his hand.

He squeezed your hand back before looking over at you, "it's life hermosa. Just don't forget my extra avocado next time."

Two hours passed and Tenoch sighed into your hair, pulling you practically on top of him. He had always been the touchy-feely type but there was something about this that felt more intimate. After the break up almost a week ago, you were ashamed to admit that being held so close was something you missed and welcomed.

"You smell good," he mumbled into your hair. A blush was once again invading your face as you felt his firm chest and the cording of his toned arms around you.

"I would hope so, this is that perfume you got me for my birthday," You let yourself sink into his embrace, taking comfort while you still could. It didn't escape you that the more time that passed the closer you were getting to being rescued. Which meant that these intimate moments with Tenoch would soon turn into memories. Your infatuation for him had been hidden the whole time you worked for him. Complete professionalism was your specialty, but it was waning.

"It smells better on you than it did in the store," Tenoch mumbled again as he took another breath in your hair.

You pulled away slightly, "Wait, you actually went to the store yourself to buy my birthday present?"

"Of course I did," Tenoch replied

"I thought you would have just asked your manager to buy it or sent an errand runner," You said as you sat more solidly on the ground.

"Now that would have been insincere. Plus, I had heard you talking about that lotion you loved that was discontinued so I looked up similar scents. This was the best one so I bought it," Tenoch said nonchalantly.

"You're amazing," you blurted out. The blush that had been developing, fully engulfed your face.

He smiled widely and leaned closer to you, "And you're beautiful."

You smacked him again but he caught your wrist and pulled you into him. There was a shift in the air as he leaned his head closer, so close you could see his eye lashes. His eyes flicked between meeting yours and looking at your lips. The breath left your lungs as your heart thrashed in anticipation.

When he spoke his lips grazed the air between you, "Buying your gift personally is what you deserved. Don't ever forget that a man should spoil you and remember the things you like. A real man would never dump a woman who does those same things for him. Whether it's getting him the new shoes he wanted or making sure he gets extra avocado. You deserve love like that."

His pupils were dilated so wide his eyes were almost black and you were losing yourself in them. All you had to do was lean in, a centimeter maybe and you would be able to taste him.

BAM BAM BAM

You leapt apart as the elevator began moving and the emergency light came back on.

"Stay seated until the elevator comes to a stop. The doors will open momentarily and the fire department will want to check you both out. We appreciate your patience and understanding," The voice from the intercom informed you.

The moment was broken and Tenoch sat up and started rolling his sleeves down again. As he put his blazer back on the elevator stopped and the doors slowly opened. Tenoch got up first and turned to help you up. When you took his hand you glanced into his eyes again and saw that they had returned to normal. He gave you a soft smile as he dropped your hand and stepped out of the elevator where his manager was ready to fuss over him.

You stared at his back as you stepped off the elevator and were led to the side to be checked out by the fire department. You received a text shortly after that Tenoch was already heading back to his hotel with the manager and that a car was waiting for you outside.

You sighed as you walked out on your own and found the town car that was waiting for you. As you sat in the back seat you looked down at the ring on your middle finger and smiled softly to yourself.

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not sure if that's fluffy enough but i think it was cute.

#Tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch x reader #tenoch huerta fanfic #tenoch huerta x reader #namorslutfanfiction #fluff #hurt/comfort #namor

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gabbasposts · 7 months

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}Distracted me on purpose{

Star Wars: Luke Skywalker x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors who interact with this will be blocked. Oral (Fem! Receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation

A/n: Took my time with this because I wanted it to be more detailed 💀 idk why but I’m realizing I prefer oral and fingering over actual sex, but I promise I’ll try to write more actual penetration. 😭 anyways, the scenario for this is basically, you annoyed Luke who wanted to mediate and it was completely by accident. You simply walked in the room on the spacecraft he was in, (could be the millennium falcon, the death star, etc, it up to you) and he simply decided to open his eyes and see you even though he knew it was you, and even though he wasn’t actually mad about, he decided he needed an excuse to eat you out. (But I didn’t feel like writing all that, so here’s just the smut 🫠)

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Luke’s blue eyes flickered with satisfaction as he heard her moan his name, her grip on his hair only adding to his desire. He reveled in the taste of her, savoring every whimper, gasp, and cry that fell from her lips…

Sometimes he found himself wanting to record her, and make it his alarm but he decided against that when he realized he’d be waking up everyday with a hard on. And considering now that he was in a relationship with you, it took considerably longer to get rid of them than they did when he was single due to having you as a better alternative than his hand, and he couldn’t have that when he was on a mission or a time frame…

His tongue continued its slow, steady assault on her core, flicking against her clit with increasing speed, taking pleasure in the way she seemed to be struggling with keeping her legs from closing around his head… not that he would’ve minded necessarily, being smothered by her thighs.

His fingers matched the rhythm, pumping in and out of her, curling and pressing against her sweet spot, drawing a particular loud keen from her lips that caused his cock to twitch within the material of his pants he was now finding more uncomfortable than need be, but he couldn’t rid himself of them just yet… he didn’t want to get rid of them yet.

He could feel her walls starting to clench around his mechanical fingers, in which had been working her core for some time. Her moans growing louder and more desperate, as she tried to move her hips from his face, but was ultimately finding it difficult due to the position in which he had her in… he had backed her into the wall of the small room, and had knelt infront of her, with her right leg slung over his shoulder, and his left hand keeping her thigh held in place.

He wanted to push her to the edge… to make her come undone above him. It was almost a shock to believe he had never done this before meeting her.

As he intensified his efforts, his hand moved to caress her trembling thigh over his shoulder, his touch becoming light as a feather, instead of the death grip he had previously had on it. "That's it, sweetie," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire.

"It’s all right, just cum for me, I won’t let you fall…” he gently squeezed her thigh, an attempt of reminding her that he was holding her due to her grip on the wall and his hair making her knuckles go a shade lighter.

Little did he know, it was an attempt to ground herself from the overwhelming pleasure that was causing her to feel light headed, and feel like the gravity within the ship wasn’t quite keeping her planted in place… sex with Luke always felt like she didn’t necessarily have her bearings in a sense, but today the feeling was more prominent as her vision seemed to spin, and her heartbeat nearly hammered against her rib cage. It didn’t help that she had to practically keep licking her lips to keep from drooling like a dog onto him.

Something he had realized she was doing every time he decided to spare her a glance, and realization of the affect he was having in her dawned on him… he he couldn’t help but to feel a complete feeling of mirth fill his senses.

Luke could feel her orgasm at its brink, her body tensing in anticipation. He quickened the pace, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving her closer to the edge. "Come for me, y/n." he whispered into her core, his voice filled with urgency.

She closed her eyes once more, letting out a gasp as she felt the floodgates between her legs finally break… The body wracking orgasm causing her body to twitch almost violently, as her orgasm painted Luke’s eager tongue as he continued to lap at her core greedily.

Her heart was in her ears now, and she looked down at him teary eyed as he simply continued his assault on her overly sensitive core. That’s when she realized… he had no plans of stopping anytime soon. “Luke, please-” she tried to beg, but she was cut off by the loud whine that Luke managed to rip out of her due to his lips suddenly attaching themself to her sensitive clit as they had done repeatedly so far.

He sucked down hard, causing her to cry out as her hand gripped his sandy blonde strands harder, the action causing him to groan into her core. “Please baby I can’t take it… I need your cock instead, let me have it,” she babbled brokenly, her chest heaving as she tried to move away from him, but his hand gripped harshly on her thigh, keeping it on his shoulder and therefore, her in place.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark, and half lidded as he slowly pulled away from her pussy, giving her a moments of rest that caused her to sigh and close her eyes… thankful for the few seconds of rest he was giving her.

He smirked, a dark yet knowing smile as he stared at her tear stained face and heaving chest, clearly happy with his work so far.

“You wanted attention, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have distracted me on purpose ”

#luke skywalker smut #star wars smut #gabbasdumbthoughts #I need that blond boy so bad #toes are gripping the sheets rn deadass #also the writing formatting on here is so weird it’s why I typically write the base for my stories in my docs but still #edited to fix the typos 🫠

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blackfilmmakers · 6 months

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What do you think of Asha’s hair moving in this new WISH clip?

https://youtu.be/1i2VXwWEzfw?feature=shared

I saw this last night. If this is Asha’s “Big Princess Number” then I really have no hope for this movie. Song is ass, and they just refuse to animate Asha performing actions that actually correlate with her emotions(not that they have her emote). But I’ll have to save that for another time, let’s focus on the hair animation

For one thing, the wind logic makes no sense; like there isn’t any indication of there being wind strong enough to have her hair float like that.

Disney, did y’all forget that’s why you have animated particle effects like leaves or sparkles or lines to indicate wind? The sparkles behind her are stationed stars btw. The only indication of movement is really just the camera circling around her, as she just doesn’t move herself. She spins around in the last bit, but not enough to have her hair flying around, and even then again it remains in that one damn shape

Her hair breaks a part a bit, but they are trying their damn best to make it remain in that shape, and like you don’t need to??? Disney???!!!

I think they were trying to get a Pocahontas feel from this scene, but none of the animators knew what made it work(animation-wise, movie is garbage).

First off, Pocahontas’s hair, despite her hair designed as a specific shape, you still can see how strands move across her face. Her hair also moves around drastically in the wind, where it never stays in that one shape. Could y’all imagine seeing these, and Pocahontas’s hair just remains one solid shape like Asha’s?

Notice another trait Asha’s scene here doesn’t have? Particle effects and color. There are leaves, fog, and lines to show you an indication their is wind. Asha’s scene got some flower petals falling, but not because of wind. It’s just gravity, which I’m not sure why the petals started falling out of nowhere in mass, nothing indicated the tree was shook enough to have that effect

Btw major continuity error here: you can’t have petals dance around her briefly one scene, only to have her big “shouting out her emotions” moment have her plastered in front of a blank background that is just this one color. Where were the petals?

Anyways, Disney animators heard that Black hair is hard and stiff, and just ran with that. “We did research” my ass

#animation #anon #wish Disney #thx for the ask #disney wish

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 9: the imprinting thing

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The guys filed out of their car and they surrounded me. “What do we have here? You lost sweetheart?'' They were all clearly drunk. “you better back off” I growled as I held my fist that held my pocket knife to my hip.

“she's got some fire boys” he got closer and that's when my knife flipped open and held it out with the blade pointing to them. “lay one hand on me and I swear I'll cut you” I snapped.

They just laughed and one grabbed me from behind making me drop my knife. The third one kicked it away making it useless. I slammed my foot on the guy that was holding on to me and threw my head back into his nose. It hurt like hell but at least I was free.

“bitch!” one grabbed my wrist and penned me to the ground. I thrashed around on the concrete and started throwing punches.

“I'm getting tired of you” he growled and penned my hands above my head making the concrete dig into my skin as I felt his hot and discussing breath on me.

His buddies laughed and encouraged him. I sighed and threw my knee up kicking him in the crotch. He fell to my side and I used that as my chance to run. “Get that bitch!” one of his goons grabbed the coaler of my hood, whipping my body backwards. The guy then slammed his fist in my lip.

It had no effect as his fit made contact he wailed on pain as he dropped me to the ground. Another pro being a werewolf I guess. Before any of them could get any closer to me and different pair of headlights moved towards us like a bat out of hell. This time it was a white jeep. Emmett Cullen's white jeep to be exact. The guy dropped me on my ass and I stayed on the ground.

He jumped out seeping with anger. He charged at the one that was closest to me. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up from the ground. The drunk pawed at Emmett's massive grip and his legs shook. He slammed him to the ground and turned to the other two. They both backed up stumbling into each other. Before they could get too far he grabbed the one that broke his hand on my jaw.

“if any of you go near her again I'll kill you myself” he growled he pushed him backwards and he fell on his ass. They didn't waste any time getting back in their car and racing off. My enhanced hearing forced me to listen to his chest heaving with anger and fear. I curled up into a ball as I heard him coming closer to me. He knelt down in front of me.

“Y/n?” he said gently. His cold hand found my chin and he lifted it up. I looked up and my eyes locked with his gold eyes. I froze in place as I felt something I never thought I would.

I could feel My heart thumping in my chest as I felt gravity move around us. Nothing else matters but the two of us. I saw what could be a happy life with him. No matter what, we had each other's backs through good and bad. We protect each other and I felt nothing but pure love towards him. His cold hand turned into something of a comfort mechanism. The vampire smell the pack always complained about well he didn't smell to me and that really explained when he didn't bother me while the rest did.

I came back to reality when I felt a single tear fall from my cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb as I leaned into his hand without realizing it. I Imprinted on a vampire. What will the pack say? What would his family say? His eyes unlocked from mine and studied my busted lip. His cold thumb gently ran across the damage and his jaw clenched. “I should go a rip those fucker's heads off”

“Emmett, stop” I said, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed and placed his hand on mine as his anger disappeared. He stood up slowly then held his hand out to me. “Come on” I took it and he carefully lifted me up off the ground.

“What were you doing out by yourself anyway?” He said his anger was slightly coming back but his voice was soft. I looked down shrugging.

“Well if you thought you had to go out you should at least had some protection” he said crossing his arms over his chest. I snapped my finger and point a couple feet away from us.

“my protection is in pieces over there and I could have handled them” I said. He slightly smirked like he was enjoying seeing me get angry.

“Oh yeah? Like showing off your little secret Short stack?” he said smirking. “one, don't call me short stack and second hard to tell a secret if your dead”

He let out a laugh this time. He threw his hand back and placed his hand over his none beating heart. That made me angry but I wasn't as angry as I expected. For some reason it was hard to stay angry at him. “yeah you don't have it in ya”

“what? Am I just a small and innocent girl to you?” I asked bitterly. He stopped laughing and sighed. “your far more but yeah I see you as an innocent person and I see your kindness”

I rolled my eyes and started walking towards my dad's bike. “Where are you going?” he asked with his arms out.

“home”

“no, I'm taking you home” I ignored him and started my bike and made a sickening sound and wouldn't turn on. I tried again and it wouldn't budge. Emmett had his arms crossed and had an amused look on his face as he watched. I sighed and grabbed my helmet and backpack. “whatever I'm walking home”

As I passed by him he snatched my helmet. I snapped my head towards him. “okay give it back”

he smirked and hid it behind his back. “come and get”

I clenched my jaw and stomped towards him. “I said give it back” he held it above his head with the same shit-eating smirk. “and I said come and get it” he whispered and swung it back and forth on his fist.

I started to jump up and down like a helpless rabbit. He was way taller than me and there was no way I was gonna reach it. “give it back you freaking polar bear!” I jumped back on my feet still looking up at him.

“You're a determined little thing aren't you, and what did you just call me?” he asked with an airy laugh.

“you heard me”

He raised an eyebrow and dangled my helmet above my head just to my reach before I could grab it. He raised it higher.

I scoffed. “whatever”

I walked past him but I didn't get too far because he grabbed my wrist and used his speed. Before I knew it I was gently pushed up against his jeep and his muscular arms caged me in.

I looked into his gold eyes with nothing but trust and affection. Everything was perfect about him and I loved every part of him. His dimples showed as he smiled at me. “you feel the connection, don't you?” he asked.

“Emmett...” I said not wanting to give in right away. He looked almost hurt when he backed away from me.

He sighed and looked down. My heart broke as I caused him to be so unsure. The imprinting thing is gonna get old, hell I didn't even know it was possible to imprint on a vampire. This was so surreal and it went against everything the pack believed in and it definitely went against the legends.

“Let me take you home, I need to know your safety,” Emmett said softly. I sighed as Emmett’s hand moved a few stray hairs out of my face. As soon as he moved my hair out of the way his jaw ticked with anger as he saw the cut on my forehead.

“Yeah…please take me home Emmett” I mumbled.

“Com on” He said softly and put his leather jacket around me as he led me to the passenger side of his jeep. He opened it for me and helped me into the massive vehicle. As I climbed in I was engulfed by the warmth of the car and his scent lingered around giving it a comforting feel.

“And i'm sorry I got so angry” he mumbled as he climbed in behind the wheel. I turned my head and smiled softly. “There's nothing to be sorry about”

I held my hand open on the console that was in between us. He softly smiled and his massive hand laced with mine.

After a moment of silence he started up the Jeep, as the headlights clicked on I looked back at my motorcycle. “Wait, we can't leave that motorcycle, it's my dads”

“I’ll have Edward or jasper bring back later tonight” Emmett said as we drove back towards my uncle’s house.

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Crap they're still awake

As soon as Emmett pulled up into the driveway the porch light went on and you could see Charlie and Owen’s shadows move around through the closed curtains. As Emmett let me out of the jeep the front door opened revealing a annoyed and worried Charlie.

“Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?” Charlie barked. Emmett closed the jeep door behind us and waved at charlie.

“It's my fault Chief Swan” he started. “Her bike broke down near the woods and she called me for a ride…then we just got to talkin’”

Charlie sighed and crossed his arms. “Well, thank you for bring her home…and you better get home yourself before your parents start worrying”

Emmett nodded. “Yes, sir” he smiled and walked towards the driver side of his Jeep.

“Thanks Emmett” he nodded with a smile. “See ya school”

He drove off and Charlie entered me into the house. As the front door closed he erupted. “I was worried sick, you know what's going on around here” I sighed and walked towards the stars.

“I won't do it again,” I said softly. Charlie sighed and pulled me into a hug. “Was just worried is all” I nodded and bid him a goodnight. I then went up into my room and curled up in bed as thoughts of Emmett Cullen wondered in my head.

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 4 months

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PROPAGANDA

Mabel Propaganda

"[insert "i am 12 years old" comic]"

"You probably already know about this but back when the series was airing people were really pissed at Mabel because she was supposedly selfish. Yeah ok guys asking for a fucking megaphone to help a merman find his family was TOTALLY unreasonable. Dipper giving up one (1) "date" with a girl way older than him to save Mabel's pet was SO not worth it. (This is sarcasm btw. Side note a lot of these have to do with Dipper's crush on Wendy which is a whole other discussion.) And then there's the big one. Mabel causing Weirdmageddon. What people fail to realize with this is that 1) she was extremely stressed when she handed Bill the rift 2) she was tricked by Bill, a being that is A MASTER AT TRICKING PEOPLE, into thinking that she was being handed a magic solution to what felt like the end of the world to her, and 3) she was TWELVE. Not to pull out the "she is literally neurodivergent and a minor" card but do you really expect a 12 year old who's just been told that she's gonna have to face a big and difficult transition WITHOUT her brother who's been there for her all her life to make a rational decision? Y'all seriously fell for Bill's empty words in Sock Opera. Absolute bufoons. You would not survive Weirdmageddon."

"Oh wow, a preteen girl under extreme distress acts like a preteen girl under extreme distress. Whoda thunk?"

Allison Propaganda

Receives classio fandom misogynoir. She did eventually go down a dark path and do some fucked up things in season 3 (which I have a lot of problems with) but it was met by reactions of "see I knew she was evil all along!" people saying she never changed and was always selfish and terrible: (at the start of her character arc in season 1, she's struggling with the consequences of her actions and trying to be a better person. Among other things, she used her powers of compulsion to force her daughter to behave, which is BAD but it's not inhumanly evil. Can you imagine being an exhausted mom dealing with a misbehaving child and knowing that you have the ability to make them be quiet and do what you want? You really wouldn't be tempted? Anyway, she REGRETS IT.) It was painful near the end of season 1 where her sibling (Viktor, but season 1 was before his transition) was being manipulated by his evil boyfriend into unleashing his powers (sealed because they were dangerous) and turning against his family. Allison tried to warn him and take him back with her. When talking didn't work, Allison felt her only option was to compell him (which works by her saying "I heard a rumor" and then whatever she wants the person to do), and when she tried that Viktor slit her throat. He felt guilty for it but his evil boyfriend led him away and Allison was left there bleeding. People watching BLAMED ALLISON FOR THIS. She was DESPERATE to get her sibling back & away from an evil guy that was leading him down a really destructive path (he caused the end of the world! because of it!) and only tried to use her power after asking didn't work. She did not deserve to be hurt like that. Allison unfortunately was a bad person in season 3. But she sure as hell wasn't always a bad person and I hated seeing so many people say she was, I stopped looking at fandom spaces because of it. She was trying her best and did a lot of good before that."

#semi finals #females fucked over tournament #gravity falls #the umbrella academy #mabel pines #allison hargreeves

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mdhwrites · 4 months

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I don't know if you've watched Gravity Falls or been deep in the fandom but I just realized how similar Luz and Mabel kinda are. They're both young quirky girls whose selfish actions helped the main villain achieve their goal (supposedly, in Luz's case) and learn the lesson of facing reality instead of being stuck in a fantasy world where they get everything they want (although Luz doesn't really learn this even though it was kinda set-up for her in s1) (they also have a girl rival with shit parents that the fandom ships them with but anyway-)

I'm not saying this to shit on Luz though, I like Luz. But it mind boggles me how Mabel gets shitted on way more than her does despite being younger, actually learning her lesson, and apologizing for it. It might because they're different shows but I know a lot of TOH fans were/are GF fans because of the creators' relationship so the fandoms aren't that different from one another. It MIGHT be because Mabel trusted Blendin so easily despite the situation being shady as hell (while Luz just thought Philip was a normal human in the demon realm) but to be fair, Mabel was cornered in a moment of vulnerability and she literally didn't even know what she was giving him. Abandoning her friends and family for her own fantasy land while an apocalypse going on was really horrible, I won't deny that, but Luz also pretty much did the same when she chose the demon realm (place she doesn't know anything about with STRANGERS) over her own world in the first episode. Sure there wasn't anything horrific going on in the human realm so her ignorance of it wasn't as bad as Mabel's– BUT THEN in TTT she thinks of leaving everyone behind by staying in the human realm while the Collector was doing who knows what???

I don't know, this might be kinda petty, I haven't rewatched GF in ages, but I just think it's unfair Mabel gets more hate than Luz. I feel she's had more character progression compared to the latter and at least she always got called out when she did something wrong and learned from it.

So take all of this with a grain of salt because while I've heard a little of this discourse, I haven't watched a lot of Gravity Falls (recently tried again and found myself not loving the first episode if I'm honest) and have never been a part of its fandom. However, this is a chance to talk about why Luz is so liked and 'relatable' to so many because it is not hard to figure out why people like Luz. Why? Well... A lot of it comes down to framing and how the two shows see the two girls.

Gravity Falls sees Mabel as a tweenage girl.

The Owl House sees Luz as the embodiment of what a teenage nerd wishes they were/could be.

Those are VERY different goals and framing.

One, Mabel, is going to be INCREDIBLY fallible. Neither her or Dipper are anywhere close to perfect people because... Well, they're teenagers. They get way too into certain things. They're awkward when it comes to those obsessions. They're awkward about how to deal with change, consequences, etc. like that because that's just the age they are. They're figuring out the world and are going to run face first into it and that will be awkward, clumsy and often destructive without any sort of excuse besides they didn't think the consequences through. That's kids for you.

The other is... More idealistic. Luz doesn't face real consequences for testing her boundaries and is always bailed out. When she fucks up, she always does it with the best intentions and/or no one actually gets hurt. People coddle her and always make concessions to her desires with minimal push back and always end up on her side unless they're just a REALLY big meanie head. She always makes peoples' lives better, she never gets real criticism or ridicule for her interests and is always accepted by the right people for those interests. Always given more and more for being her quirky self!

A lot of this for Luz is because she's an audience surrogate and TOH wants the audience to feel good about themselves. It knows that a lot of nerds will be the ones watching it and leans in. This is actually contrasted by the fact that, well, Mabel isn't the audience surrogate or the absolute primary character of Gravity Falls. Her role is more complicated versus Dipper who IS the nerdy one who's closer to being the audience surrogate.

Just to really drive this home: People on my Discord have talked about this and one of the biggest 'crimes' as seen by a lot of the fandom is that Mabel causes Dipper to lose out on his dream of researching with Ford and staying in Gravity Falls. I could even see some arguments of things like "He's planning a future!" or "He's making the world better!"

But... Let's shift the framing for a moment from "Mabel caused Dipper to give up on his dream" to "Mabel made sure Dipper chose reality over fantasy." After all, his desire was to throw away his friends, his family, EVERYTHING to just continue hanging out with this one old dude and studying the weird phenomenon of the world, an inherently isolating job. He gets to go on this big adventure and follow his intellectual drive... At the cost of reality and everything he has known.

So why don't people get upset at Dipper for trying to do this? Well, there's a lot of potential reasons that I can't really narrow down without watching the show. It may have just been framed as a positive while Mabel's is framed as negative. It could be that while Mabel's is just a generic, girly fantasy that not much of the core audience actually wants, Dipper's is the cool, smart fantasy that is totally not just a fantasy, but a CAREER. Or it could go back to the root problem: Because Dipper is closer to the audience surrogate, closer to the main character, there is a bias to inherently see his actions as good. We could literally watch two characters do the same thing and we will root for the main character simply because that is who we are trained to root for.

A great example of this from TOH is how Luz is allowed to get mad at people for lying to her but not the other way around. She literally attacks Eda and gets the two captured in Titan, Where Art Thou? because Eda lied to her and she is supposed to feel justified in this anger to make the tragedy angle work. Meanwhile, there is ONE time when anyone gets mad at Luz for lying and honestly, the framing and reactions cause it to end up feeling much more like it was just for a prettier scene change during Reaching Out. After all, Amity still wants to fix Luz's pain before Luz even apologizes for breaking her word by lying. So why doesn't anyone call out the hypocrisy here? Why is NO ONE allowed to get upset with Luz about this?

Because she's the main character. Because we are trained to root for her and, well, Luz also is the one we are told to want to be. She is the every nerd. She is meant to connect to a very wide net of outcasts who feel like they don't belong and wish things were different. Wishes people weren't mean to them or didn't get mad at them when they made mistakes. That just let them be the hero of their own story.

So of course, they don't want Luz to be yelled at, even when that is the actually human and reasonable thing for someone to do. They don't want to question what she does so when the show gives them an excuse, or they have to go to reality if the show itself doesn't give an excuse (This is why people emphasize Luz's age and nuerodivergence to excuse her while bluntly ignoring Mabel's age when it comes to her actions), so that they don't have to recognize that Luz does some REALLY shitty things, especially in the back half of the show. It is simply more convenient for the narrative they want out of the show for Luz to be this way.

And that is okay from a casual standpoint. A lot of fiction is escapist. There's nothing wrong with wanting to jump into a world where you're never actually wrong and never in trouble. Where your angst is always met with hugs and understanding rather than actual human emotion. That's how media works. Most mass appeal products are escapist. It's part of why the Isekai genre is SO prevalent right now because it is one of the purest forms of escapist fiction out there, especially due to modern isekai tropes.

But if you're going to talk critically about something, escapism is very rarely a good jumping off point for it. It will make you ignore a LOT about the work because it's uncomfortable for you to ask questions about it. I'm not talking about "Why does this world have magic" sort of things mind you. I'm talking about, say, "Why does this character get so many power ups, so easily, and with little effort in earning them?" When you want escapism, the pacing won't bother you. If you're actually looking at themes and payoffs, it will bother you a LOT. And yes, this does tie into TOH because if you want to be Luz, getting the glyphs feels great! If you actually interrogate the story, you go "Wait, they hadn't actually done like... ANYTHING with her not having magic in a magical world and she already gets a spell? And two of these spells she does literally nothing for. Arguably three since she is put into timeout as a punishment and gets the glyph I guess for being a bad person." That TOTALLY is good storytelling and makes sense with positive themes and proper explorations of its own ideas.

*sigh*

It's a rough push and pull and it can make it so people, even if they like the show, who disagree with the popular opinion, the one that usually lifts up the audience flattering elements the most, are just in a rough position where they hear the same opinions over and over again. All while knowing that if they speak up, they'll be stomped on.

Just like Mabel was while Dipper was raised into the spotlight. At least by the fandom.

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#the owl house criticism #toh critical #gravity falls

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soba-riri · 10 months

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The method Peter used to escape OrgoCorp (activating the suits to fling them around) is quite similar to Rocket's Kyln escape in Vol 1, where he turned off the artificial gravity in the prison.

When Gamora was piloting the Bowie and it was coming towards Peter and Groot, Groot never moved to get away and stuck by Peter's side until he was ready to run.

I love the dad and son duo. I know I see a lot of fics where the guardians try not to curse around Baby Groot, but with Peter's Ravager upbringing, Rocket being Rocket, Nebula's aggression, and Drax's bluntness, they only last 1 day.

Not to mention how Nebula refuses to leave Peter and Groot behind and will jump onto a moving ship and risk freezing in space to get to her idiots. (THEY'RE FAMILY)

ALSO ROCKET CALLING HIM, PETE. IT'S NOT BABY BOO, BUT I'LL TAKE PETE. Kraglin also calling him Pete cuz big brother things. NEBULA CALLING HIM PETER IN CONCERN. I heard that Drax also called him Peter at one point, but I can't remember where or if that's true 😭😭😭 BUT ROCKET CALLING HIM PETE DOES SOMETHING TO ME.

Gamora properly calling him Quill instead of any alteration of his name. And her happy smile when he tells her, "But who you are ain't so bad." as she's happy that he sees her as her own person and not some ghost of another person.

Anyways, this group hug where Peter leans his head toward Rocket is so sweet.

#gotg3 #I have watched this movie over 5 times already #call me obsessed but I'm not ready to part with my guardians #peter quill #rocket raccoon #Groot #gotg #gamora #no one touch me let me admire and break apart this movie piece by piece

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lonelyfanboy48 · 5 months

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The Disney Channel Magical Holiday Express

Christmas in Disney World never fails to disappoint each year. Employees redecorated every single building in the park to put families in the holiday mood. Not to mention the Disney princesses and stars from the films appear to spread cheer for the holidays. Especially from Star Wars and Marvel. However, whenever fans of Disney enjoy the spreading of cheers from Disney, Pixar, Star Wars, and Marvel characters and attractions, they couldn't get over the fact that Disney Channel Cartoon stars never get their attractions during the holidays. They may spend time at the parks in Magic Kingdom, Hollywood Studios, EPCOT, and Animal Kingdom, but little compared to other famous franchises. They never got their attraction greenlit due to bigger plans from the company making more attractions in four parks. But it all changed when right after last year's Christmas, the Disney Channel Cartoon stars finally made an agreement to the Walt Disney Company to open their own Christmas Attraction, but a mobile one at that.

In Jacksonville at the Amtrak Station, people are taking the night trip to Orlando where Disney World is at. But when it comes to the Disney World Vacation Package, people usually take flights to Florida. If travelers are close to Orlando, they get an exclusive deal to take the train with the attraction they've been hearing about since mid Spring. After the train to Miami left, it was only a matter of time for the train to arrive for Orlando. Friends and families are eager to spend their three hours in the mobile attraction that Disney created.

"Hey!" A young girl pointed. "It's finally coming!"

Everyone turned their attention to the train that's a quarter of a mile from arriving at the station. But unlike the train people took from time to time, the train is a lot more different, not because of it being decorated in Christmas lights. It's painted with Disney Channel colors they show on TV during the holiday season, the passenger trains show characters of the cartoons on display with Christmas outfits but what will entertain people the most is what's taking place from the inside.

When the train stopped at the station, the doors opened revealed Mabel from Gravity Falls with her reindeer antlers on her head and Molly from The Ghost And Molly McGee wearing a Santa outfit. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Mabel cheered after walking out with Molly from behind. "Welcome to The Disney Channel Magical Holiday Express!"

As Molly leaned close to the kids, she presented the Holiday Express itself. "The most Fa-La-La entertainment express for your trip to Orlando!" She squealed.

"It will be the best three hours of your holiday experience." Mabel and Molly invited all the passengers inside the train. The kids loved the short but charming introduction from two stars, one of which ended their show almost eight years ago along with another who's two years old.

There were three classes for passengers to sit for their trip to Orlando which each class decorated with tons of Christmas decorations. But the separate classes behind the engine car is where the stars are relaxing and preparing for their performances. In the first class of the express, Kristine from Hailey's On It in her fancy Mrs. Claus' outfit is making her railway announcement with all the passengers putting their luggage away.

"K-Squad, this is Kristine, the Mrs. Claus Queen telling you that we're starting the train to Orlando where Disney World is at!" She smiled with her voice being heard from the speakers. "The Holiday Express will be more than the Polar Express, except for the train going on thin ice that is." The passengers laugh from the compliment. "Anyway, enjoy our railway trip." She put her microphone away as she headed back to the classes from the front.

In no time at all, the smoke from the engine came out as the train moved on the railway from the Station. The kids and teens couldn't believe they met three stars they barely see at attractions, aside from conventions. It was almost like what they read wasn't a lie or changed at the last minute. And things are getting better from here on out.

Cricket and Tilly from Big City Greens came out with Cricket holding mugs filled with coffee, while Tilly is holding a tray of butter biscuits. "Anybody in the mood for a warming Christmas beverage?" Cricket smiled.

"Along with special Christmas biscuits made by grandma!" Tilly added as the passengers paid and received the mugs and biscuits. The kids were thrilled to see the current Disney Channel Cartoon stars appear from their very eyes. When Tilly handed a biscuit to the girl in the purple jacket, she gave her a hug without hesitation. "Oh, such a sweet gesture."

"Knew this is what we wanted." Cricket commented after getting a fist bump from a teen. While they head to the second class of the express, kids and teens get a chance to watch episodes from their favorite Disney Channel Cartoons old and present from the installed TVs hanging from above. For the next twenty minutes, they can use the TVs to watch twenty two minute or two eleven minute episodes until Holiday Express continues its brand new gig.

After Cricket and Tilly finished up with the third class, they headed back to the separate classes. They took a break after doing their job and for twenty minutes, it's time to spice things up. "Okay, it's your turn now." Tilly whispered.

"Go out there and hit a home run, Christmas style!" Cricket added.

While fans were enjoying watching their favorite episodes, the screen changed into the high quality cam from the first class. It catched them off guard but not too long, the main star from Hailey's On It and Marcy from Amphibia appeared from the door. With headset microphones for the classes from the back to hear.

"Marcy," Hailey called, straightening her Santa hat. "Where are your other friends? You said they would come along on this express."

"I did, but they got side tracked from their holiday shopping rush this afternoon, so that's why they missed the train." Marcy showed Hailey her phone.

"But we're supposed to make these passengers occupied. What about Luz?"

Then Amity appeared from the door in her Mrs. Claus outfit. "Sorry! She missed the train because she forgot to bring her gift." She stepped in.

"Seriously!?"

"These passengers need to arrive at Disney World, but without our friends, what can we do?" Marcy asked, to which Dipper from Gravity Falls came out in a conductor outfit.

"Everyone, calm down!" He called to the three's attention. "I'm fully aware that we don't have our biggest Disney Channel stars, but we can still occupy the passengers. We have enough stars in the front for entertainment."

"But Dipper, giving entertainment from our biggest stars is what people wanted. I'm not enough without my best friends."

"Yeah and Luz always lightens up the mood, especially during Christmas." Amity added.

"Hey, that doesn't mean we have newer stars who became fan favorites this year. Including you Hailey." While Hailey blushed, Dipper turned his attention to the passengers. "Everyone, please welcome, Casey!" As he headed back to the front, Casey from Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur appeared in her stylized yellow Santa outfit.

"Hey everybody!" She cheered while taking a selfie with the passengers. "Usually our conductor makes the introductions, but he gave me the liberty for that along with an exciting entrance. We don't have a grand stage to fit in the Holiday Express but we can still add excitement right?" The kids in all classes cheered yes, much to Casey's surprise. "Well, I'm thankful that my headset didn't explode."

"My ears still hurt though." Hailey retorted while taking off her headset.

"You get used to it after a while." Marcy added.

"Anyway, I want you all to welcome...Moon Girl!"

After giving the introduction, the door from the third class that shows the railtrack, opened, taking the passengers off guard. Moon Girl was skating on the rails of the track with only one boot from her superhero outfit. She jumped through the back, while shutting the door with her leg.

The passengers make an applause from the out of nowhere entrance from Moon Girl, as if they expected it to happen in first class. "Merry Christmas everyone!" She cheered.

"Here's my favorite superhero!" Casey appeared in the third class.

"Well, I made it before the holiday rush, trust me, Christmas isn't always about happiness when it comes to last minute shopping." Moon Girl greeted her best friend.

"We've all been there."

The passengers laughed, while the two continued the show. "So, since we have..." She looked through her goggles. "More than two and a half hours until we arrive at Disney World. The only thing we need to keep an eye on is upcoming Christmas crashers."

"Christmas crashers?" A black boy responded to which Moon Girl turned to.

"Yes. Like birthday crashers, but for Christmas instead.".

"While I've taken care of my enemies, but when it comes to other shows, they found out we've been working on this Holiday Express just before we started building it."

"You mean these?" Casey showed Moon Girl her phone.

"Yes, Chip Whistler hijacked this whole express to turn it into their own Wholesome Foods express." With kids gasping from the news itself, Moon Girl looked through the windows from both sides. "The good news is however, they're nowhere in sight, but they told The Green Family they're on their way when they informed us yesterday. Plus I'm in charge of being the lookout outside of the train." She headed back to the door she came in. "Sorry for not entertaining you all, but this is a serious mission to save your Christmas vacation at Disney World."

The moment she prepared to open the door, the kids cheered Moon Girl from all classes in the Holiday Express. To which she smiled as she headed out. She went on top of the train to look out for Chip Whistler. On the TVs, it shows Moon Girl sitting down while giving them the thumbs up. Soon the TV screens turned back to where the passengers left off.

As the Holiday Express was just forty five miles from its destination, the passengers, mainly the kids, were calm after what Moon Girl told them earlier while still enjoying the Holiday Express. Soon enough, four stars appeared in the first class from Amphibia, Sprig, his sister Polly and Anne's parents, Mrs. and Mr. Boonchuy in their Christmas outfits. But they only head their way to the second class to give it some more attention. Upon entering the second class, they only have one microphone in Sprig's possession, but they're gonna turn this Holiday Express into something more.

"Hey everybody. Sprig, Polly, and Anne's parents are here to keep you occupied." Sprig replied. "Now I know what you're thinking, sorry but I didn't get a word from Anne yet." He showed everyone his phone.

Polly grabbed the microphone from her brother to fill in. "The holiday shopping rush really got her and Sasha in the way." She added. "There's more reasons why we Planters don't celebrate Christmas in our world but, let's just say we're anything but Christmas crashers."

Polly gave the microphone to Mrs. Boonchuy while looking at the passengers. "I've gone through so many Holiday shopping rushes when Anne was little, but the day at the Christmas-Palooza parade, she and her friends built the Thai Go float which is..." She stopped herself with a tear coming down from her eye. "My dream is to go out at the parade with the float."

Everyone was touched by Mrs. Boonchuy's words to even imagine the dedication Anne did for her own mother. "But the less said about what happened at the parade, the better." Mr. Boonchuy leaned towards the microphone.

"And on Christmas morning, she gave me this." Mrs. Boonchuy showed everyone the Blue Butterfly. "It's been decades since I've enjoyed Christmas before Anne was born. This gift is what really takes me back from that Christmas."

With the passengers clapping from Mrs. Boonchuy speech, she gave the microphone back to Sprig. "When it comes to me, Polly, and Hop Pop's first Christmas, we had to learn the chaos way of being one of the most stressful holidays but we're still anything but Christmas crashers." He walked up towards the people from the back of the cabin, while showing people a picture from his phone. "This is me and Anne with her holding my gift to her. It wasn't the best gift in the world, but she accepted it."

"Which is what I've learned," Polly walked up to Sprig. "That being with people close enough can still show appreciation."

"Speaking of appreciation," Sprig pointed at Mr. Boonchuy, who was holding a gift box. "Here's our token of appreciation." While Mr. Boonchuy takes out the gifts to the passengers, it was the same gift Anne gave to her mother, but slightly smaller with the same value. "We made many Blue Butterflies for you all to remember this express but even if some of you would take the train to Disney World again, these are not available in stores, only on the Holiday Express."

As Mr. Boonchuy gave the passengers Blue Butterflies one by one, she gave some to Sprig, Polly, and Mrs. Boonchuy to hand them out in the first class. With everyone appreciating the gesture, they were amazed that the model is just the same as Mrs. Boonchuy. When Mr. Boonchuy entered through the third class, Marco from Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil came in the first class and stopped Sprig, Polly, Mrs. Boonchuy from exiting the first class.

"Guys, Moon Girl texted me that Chip Whistler is close to the Express along with Wholesome Squad!" He called.

"What!" Polly reacted.

"Moon Girl better be prepared because-" Sprig gets cut off when a bump is heard from the top of the train.

With the TV screens turning to the POV of Moon Girl's phone, Chip Whistler's bodyguards were ganging up on Moon Girl but luckily, she transformed her hand into a boxing glove to punch one of them, but just when she reaches the third class cabin to enter, more bodyguards appear from the sky while landing right in front of her.

"Woah!" Mr. Boonchuy reacted after hearing the bumps from above. The kids reacted while the door from the back kicked right open, revealing Chip Whistler.

"Here's a Merry Christmas to you all you filthy animals." He grinned while Mr. Boonchuy backed away from him. "I eventually knew when and where this kiddy train was heading but even without the information, I would be one of the only people in this world to find this train."

When Mrs. Boonchuy and the others head inside the third class, they saw Chip taking one Blue Butterfly from a little girl while looking at it closely. "Give that butterfly back to her!" Mrs. Boonchuy called out.

"Why? People would prefer Wholesome Foods' Christmas specialty rather than tourist attractions like you." He then breaks the Blue Butterfly, causing the girl to cry.

"Oh you better not ruin our Holiday Express!" Polly reacted.

"Even if it's by stopping this train, I would still tongue you out!" Sprig unleashed his tongue but Chip dodged it, while grabbing it wearing rubber gloves. He pulled Sprig off the ground while grabbing him by his clothes. He then snapped his fingers as bodyguards appeared from the back door as he handed Sprig to the bodyguards.

"Take out another disgusting tongue and you're being thrown out." Chip said curtly, making a thinly veiled threat.

Not much later, Cricket and Tilly made their way to the third class cabin to aid the Planters and Boonchuys. "Chip, if you ruin our Holiday Express, you're gonna get a coal shaped tooth for Christmas."

"Yeah, like that's ever gonna stop me from taking over this express." He walked up to Cricket, with the Wholesome Squad still holding onto Sprig who was resisting. "You may make a fool out of me from time to time, but you're nothing like a hero. I have full power on this express and no one's gonna stop me."

Just when Chip and the Wholesome Squad headed to the first class to take over the train taking the passengers, the tv screens showed the light lasers of light blue and dark pink from the distance. But it wasn't enough. From the left a portal opened up from the outside of the express door which Dipper immediately opened. Then from above the express while Moon Girl was on the verge of defeat, she and the Wholesome Squad saw something above in the sky. Even during the night, it became visible in a matter of seconds with the dark magic appearing.

"Merry Christmas, suckers!" Luz in her Titan Witch form landed next to Moon Girl, taking the Wholesome Squad by surprise.

"Luz!" A young girl cheered from the second class.

Luz used her titan powers thanks to Stringbean to push the squad off of the express. "NOO!" Chip looking at his bodyguards falling from the express out the window. Then Star Butterfly jumped out of the portal thanks to the dimension scissors. As if it wasn't enough, the light lasers came in from the third class, revealing Anne and Sasha with their calamity powers.

Everyone cheered to see one of the best Disney Channel stars as they surrounded Chip and his goons. "You may have power, but you don't know what power is from destined heroes from Amphibia." Anne walked up to Chip.

"You may have failed to win against your enemies, but you don't stand a chance against us." Sasha added.

"Don't push it, I know who you are!" Chip retorted.

"And I know where all of this is going." Cricket smirked.

As Anne and Sasha pushed Chip and the squad, Star and Marco showed them the dimension portal. "For the record, fights on the express will kick you out to the dimension." Star crossed her arms.

"Especially hijacking trains." Marco added.

"Thanks for the tip, ship show wreckers." Chip rolled his eyes as he and his goons jumped through the portal. Dipper closed the door with the portal disappearing into nothingness, while he and Mabel turned their attention to the passengers.

"I give you." Dipper presents the heroes of the express.

"The Christmas Saviors Of Holiday Express!" Mabel shouted in excitement.

Anne and Sasha turned back into their normal selves, whilst in Santa outfits as well. Moon Girl and Luz, who also turned back into her normal self, entered inside from the third class cabin. Everyone cheered for saving the Holiday Express and the entrance they made.

"We're back from our holiday shopping rush." Sasha replied.

"When we heard that Chip Whistler was taking over this express, we had to rush by...well you know." Anne giggled and so did the passengers.

"They called us and we need to send our most twisted villains away with these." Star showing off her dimensional scissors.

"If only we had those in our show." Tilly said, being mesmerized.

Luz and Moon Girl made their way to the first class as Luz witnessed Amity. "I have my gift." She smiled.

"I don't need to guess who it is for." Amity giggled.

As Luz made her way to her girlfriend, Anne's mother and others also appeared in the first class cabin. Sprig stuck his tongue up in the ceiling, launching himself from the ground, landing in front of Anne. "Merry Christmas Boonchuy Claus!" He grinned.

"And who are you? The first ever frog elf?" Anne smiled.

"I beg to differ." Polly retorted.

"Anne, tell everyone what you and the others are gonna do, since you arrived." Mr Boonchuy replied.

"Yeah. Since we are here, I was thinking that we should sit next to the passengers and watch our favorite Christmas episodes." Anne suggested as the passengers cheered.

"I think we'll take that as a yes." Marco putting his finger in his earplug.

"Big time." Cricket added.

"Well you heard her, let the real Holiday Express begin!" Molly cheered from the front.

For the rest of the trip, stars of Disney Channel watch their Christmas episodes with the passengers they're sitting next to. The passengers didn't think it could get any better but the express itself outdid it again. They wanted this to happen for such a long time and it's only a matter of time to make updates when it comes to feedback.

The Holiday Express arrived at Disney World. The train stopped at the Orlando Amtrak Station where Dipper appeared in the first class, making one last announcement. "Passengers, we have arrived at our destination." He responded. "Thanks for taking The Disney Channel Magical Holiday Express."

The door opened as everyone got out. On their way out, The Disney Channel stars gave out high fives and hugs. With the three classes empty, the express left the train station. The Disney Channel stars go to their exclusive classes to take their break after their performances. "That was...something else." Hailey commented.

"We know how you felt after watching your Christmas episode." Sasha replied.

"I'm surprised that we were allowed to do the hijacking." Marco added. "I thought it was out of the question."

"Maybe some of the people at the company felt bad for us." Casey added.

"That's mostly putting it lightly, judging from what we've been through." Luz taking a drink from her hot cocoa.

"We're not even allowed to kiss in the express." Amity added.

"I would blame it on the company, but I wouldn't take the risk of cancellation." Star added.

"Ok, as much as we went through a lot, this is still our first time doing such an attraction." Dipper replied.

"I wasn't nervous." Cricket biting a biscuit.

"Neither was I," Tilly added.

"Yeah, I wanted to do more especially when we had three hours." Mabel smiled.

"Well the thing is, Disney wants the passengers to relax on their way to Disney World." Mrs. Boonchuy replied. "We can only perform for a small amount of time."

"You're right, but still it was fun for social interaction." Kristine said.

Everyone in the class agreed with each other from Kristine's compliment, but Anne has a confession on what she felt about the whole thing. "Even if I spend less time on this express, it still feels special."

"You can never deny that." Polly commented.

"And from what I've learned by going to Disney World before Amphibia came out, each attraction takes years to put together, and is more expensive than other kinds of attractions."

"And we're paid just enough, but not on the same levels of animated movies." Marcy commented.

"My point is if we're gonna make this work, we should change it up from time to time."

"Like me being the conductor?" Mabel wondered.

"Yes, and we can get more of our friends from our shows to show everyone we're capable of our Holiday Express."

"Including villains?" Moon Girl guessed while smiling.

"If they can allow more powerful villains than Chip Whistler." Cricket replied.

"I couldn't agree more." Molly Mcgee stood up. "When we get back to Jacksonville tomorrow, I should do a speech similar to your mother's as long as-"

"Yes you can have Oliver, but we're still unsure with the whole kissing thing." Anne replied.

"I was actually talking about my family. While having Scratch saving the express."

"That also works."

"Anyway we should relax while watching a Christmas movie." Amity said. "We'll do the plans in the morning."

"Be thankful the company allowed us to do more impromptu actor changes." Star commented. "Disney World doesn't allow that."

"Especially at DisneyLand." Hailey added.

As they turned on their TVs in their class cabins, they watched a Christmas film while the train took them back to their apartments. It was a crazy night, but a successful night to make their goal come true. They await for what the feedback is, but they're aware they didn't make a mistake. It may be the beginning of their attraction, but it'll grow to the point they might run the express outside of Christmas. The Disney Channel stars achieved their goal and now they're doing whatever it takes to give new passengers Magical Holiday Express in the future.

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Prompt: Moonlight

I have no clue where the short that this one word prompt inspired came from, but I hope you enjoy

Percy’s mother used to say there was magic in the light of the moon. She said the silver rays could carry any number of impossible things from the stars to the earth; strange beings and mysterious items and concepts like fate and destiny would ride those gossamer bands like a tidal wave to shift the mundane to wondrous.

And then, of course, Percy got older and learned that the moon merely reflected the light of the sun, and was little more than a barren rock doomed to encircle the earth however gravity dictated until the day an asteroid collided a bit too hard and freed it to the lonely emptiness of space. He wasn’t necessarily a practical guy who dismissed fairytales and children’s stories, but he was a cynic, and his mother’s stories lost much of their shine in the wake of losing her.

She used to joke she might choose to become the moon when she died, so she could watch Percy grow and live even after her story was over. But they both assumed they’d have more time before that happened.

These days, the moon was just a rock, the stars just burning balls of gas, and magic was a lie of his childhood.

“Those things kill, you know.”

Percy’s dark brows raised, his face turning to the blonde girl who criticized his life choices before even having the decency to introduce herself. The roof party behind them was abuzz with life; string lights gave a hazy glow to the young adults lounging on sofas and sipping bottles of some sort of craft beer that tasted like shit but all the hipsters pretended was a divine elixir of craftsmanship.

He was on the outskirts, leaning on the stone wall of the roof, puffing smoke from his cig into the dark and staring at city lights.

And now she was too.

He huffed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head and tugging the cigarette from between his lips, “Pretty sure that’s common knowledge at this point.”

“And yet here you are, turning your lungs to raisins anyway.”

Percy was both annoyed and intrigued, almost impressed at her audacity. He didn’t care much for being scolded; he was an adult. He could make whatever bad decisions he wanted.

But this girl was direct. Plenty of people hated cigarettes, but most would wrinkle their nose and move away, or cough dramatically to make a point without words, or mutter to their friends about the disgusting habit. Not the girl beside him. She walked right up and pointed out the obvious, said what most wouldn’t dare say to a stranger.

Percy could admire that.

“Well?” The girl asked expectantly, as if Percy was supposed to answer a question that was never actually voiced.

“Well what?” He stubbed out the cigarette, leaning away from the girl to toss what was left into the bin nearby.

“Why do you smoke.” She said, as if it were obvious.

Percy shrugged, “I don’t know.”

But he did know.

His mother never smoked a day in her life. Yet cancer made its home in her lungs anyway. So maybe it was to spite the universe for that, or maybe it was to dare it to take him out the same way. Maybe it was just self flagellation for being here when she wasn’t. There was nothing to blame himself for, nothing he could have done to stop her from getting sick, but some sort of guilt gnawed through his chest anyway.

So he dampened that guilt by putting chemicals in his body.

Or maybe he was just an idiot who smoked because he tried it once and got hooked, like every other person who relied on the stuff to get through the day.

“Well you should stop.”

Another incredulous laugh rasped from Percy’s throat, “Never heard that one before.” He finally turned to face the girl properly.

And then something that was neither smoke nor guilt filled his chest.

She was pretty, but Percy had seen pretty before. This was different. This was…

Intense.

There was something in her expression that felt a thousand years old; she was clearly around his age, but her gaze had seen the rise and fall of empires, revolutions, tragedies, and everything that filled the eons between.

But she was just a girl, and Percy was a bad poet, and he swallowed a sudden bitter taste in his mouth as he found words to combat the way she seemed to see right through him.

“Do you usually berate people you’ve just met, or am I special?”

She looked thoughtful, “A bit of both.”

“Yeah?” Percy wished he wasn’t a smoker, just so it would be easier to catch his breath around this girl, “What makes me special, then?”

“You’re in my spot.” She turned back to the city, those eyes shifting from his face and her profile caught the light in a near halo. The sensation of her focus leaving him had Percy desperate to hold it again.

“So you live here?” He leaned beside her, back to the wall so he could better see the slope of her nose and the curve of her lips.

A nod, “It’s my roommate’s party.”

Now an answering brow raise, “I thought it was a housewarming thing?”

“It is.”

“So wouldn’t this technically be your party too?”

Another shrug, but the continued conversation saw that her head turned back to him and Percy felt himself drown in the impossible gravity of her attention once more. “I’m not really a party person.”

“Me neither.” At her pointed look that said ‘but you’re at this one?’ he clarified, “I was dragged along.”

This answer was satisfactory, “You’re Percy then.”

Hearing his name from the lips of a stranger, particularly this stranger, was startling. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Because you’re the only person here I don’t recognize, and Charles said you were coming.”

“Right.” A beat. “And you’re…?”

“Annabeth.”

It wasn’t a name Percy had ever heard before, but as soon as she said it, it became one he knew he’d never forget.

Annabeth’s gaze turned out and up again. A silence settled over them.

Percy was frantically searching for something to say, a question, a statement, anything to keep the conversation going, when Annabeth spoke again; “You can’t see the stars.”

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, “…What?”

“Light pollution.” Annabeth nodded to the city, “It hides the stars.”

Percy glanced up, the sky dark and empty while something old and primal tugged at his gut and whispered that it shouldn’t be. “You can see a fair amount in Montauk.”

“I’ve never been.”

“I’ll take you some time.” It slipped out before Percy could consider the fact that inviting a girl he just met to drive outside the city with him to look at stars was weird, but to his relief she smiled.

“I’d like that.” Annabeth fixed him with her gaze once more. And once more it was crushing, and Percy was close enough now to make out the color of her eyes.

Some people might have called them gray, but a word so colorless and boring couldn’t come close to what they were. Silver was the closest, Percy decided. Silver and seeing every little hope, fear, desire, and secret Percy had buried deep down, as if he was laid bare without clothes or even a physical form to hide in.

Percy cleared his throat, “At least you can still see the moon.”

Annabeth didn’t look back to the sky when she said “Not tonight. It’s a new moon.”

Could have fooled Percy, the silver glow of Annabeth’s irises a fine replacement. Even better, as she carried two moons in her eyes, rather than just the one that hung in the sky.

“Ah. Well. Tomorrow then.”

“Mmm.”

Silence again. God. The silence hurt— not a sharp pain, but a dull ache, like the moment between comfort and burning when one held their breath for too long.

And he’d known the girl for less than ten minutes.

But in that time, he had decided to quit smoking, take her to see the stars in Montauk, and let her occupy every corner of his mind for as long as she deigned to stay for.

The numbness that plagued every waking moment for the past 3 years ebbed.

“Do you—“

“I think—“

They spoke at the same time. Annabeth laughed breathlessly, complimenting Percy’s own nervous chuckle.

“You first.” Percy said.

“No, no, you go.”

“I insist.”

Annabeth scrunched up her nose, making freckles Percy hadn’t noticed sharpen. “I think,” she started again, “that I’d like to go inside.”

Percy’s heart sunk, “Oh, uh, yeah, it’s kind of cold.”

Annabeth didn’t move, instead staring at him in a way that had him squirming, thinking there was something he should be doing that he wasn’t.

“…Are we going in, then?”

Percy jolted at the realization that he was invited. “Y-yeah!” He shoved his hands into his pockets, pushing off the wall.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, tucking a curly lock behind her ear as they walked back to the exit. Percy wondered what it would be like to do that, to reach out and brush errant locks from her face.

They stopped at the door to the stairs, and for the first time since they’d met, Annabeth seemed hesitant.

“I don’t… do this often.”

Percy furrowed his brow, “Do what?”

“Invite guys I just met to my bedroom.”

Oh.

His brain short circuited— inside meant inside, bedroom meant bedroom, she’d said inside, she’d meant bedroom, and he…

Holy shit.

Percy licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry and throat working to form a sound, any sound.

“R-right. Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, me neither— I mean I have, but I don’t usually, it’s not like, a common thing, it’s not a normal weekend occurrence, I don’t go around picking up girls for one night stands and if I did I wouldn’t like, uh, leave it as a one night stand, I mean at least not these days—“ He bit his tongue to make himself shut up, because dear god that was way too much in response to a simple statement.

He’d made poor choices right after his mom died. Percy had never been one for casual: not casual sex, nor casual dating. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t generally feel attraction unless he knew someone first, gotten to know them, fall in love with them.

But after his only family had died, he grew desperate to feel anything. Even self-loathing.

This… wasn’t that.

Maybe it was the fact that this girl, Annabeth, had no qualms about shaming him for a bad habit. Maybe he was just cold. Maybe it was the loneliness of a party he couldn’t find the strength to be a part of, to try and put on a smile and make friends and drink shitty beer and pretend everything was fine.

Maybe it was the moonlight in Annabeth’s eyes.

Whatever the reason, Percy couldn’t help but want this. Not in the self-destructive way of his past that left him feeling cold and empty. It was something different, it was…

He wasn’t sure.

Annabeth was smiling though, thankfully amused by his rambling rather than weirded out, and she reached a hand to lace their fingers together. “I’ll show you my record collection.” Her eyes drifted up and down Percy’s body in the least subtle way possible. “You look like a guy who likes music.”

Percy’s chuckle was strained, but his shoulders relaxed, “I’ve been known to sometimes enjoy sounds, yeah.”

Annabeth’s laugh made his skin tingle.

Her hand was warm and soft and fit perfectly against his calloused one.

Her eyes shone like the moon his mother loved so much did; they reflected the light in a way that Percy swore defied physics, holding all the things his mother promised moonlight would. Adventure. Magic. Mystery.

A promise of something more.

And as Annabeth blushed and ducked her head when Percy held the door open for her

as she led him down the concrete stairwell to a new apartment and room with lights so warm and comforting, they put those on the roof to shame

as they sat on the floor and looked at records and picked out their favorite songs

as Moon River played on the turntable and Percy met those eyes that held not just the moon, but the stars and sun and planets and entire galaxies

as he reached for her, tucking those blonde curls behind her ear like he’d been itching to, watching her lashes flutter and her breath catch and her cheeks flush with color and her eyes drop to his lips and back up

as they both leaned in

Percy thought that maybe, just maybe

his mom was right about the moon.

#morgan murmurs #writing #prompt #knowall7k #fanfiction #I have no idea where this came from what the heck #pjo #Percabeth #pjo fanfic #Percabeth fanfic #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase

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