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Stick Shift (18+)

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd x f!reader rating: PHEW IT'S M. DEFINITLY M. warnings: unedited. like i literally JUST finished it and posted it because it needs to be out here right now, ROOOOOOAD HEAD!!!!!, dom!reader, sub!bob, unsafe driving (including driving over the speed limit, swerving, hitting rumble strips etc), heavy petting, masturbation (f! receiving)SLOPPY oral sex (m! receiving), face fucking (PHEWWW), cursing from the reader (bob's an angel baby who doesn't :3), a little cum play? summary: Bob likes the adrenaline of driving fast nearly as much as he likes being in the air. However, his old beat up truck can only go so quick and his girlfriend wants to feel a rush. What happens when she gets her hands on his gears? author's note: #bobfucks. period, the end. also this is just like, 9 pages of straight porn. enjoy :)

It was adventure day with your incredible boyfriend, Bob Floyd, and he had something ‘special’ planned for you both. That was all you knew: he didn’t get into too many details, wanting to keep the event a surprise. He just told you to dress nice and to bring a jacket because it could get cold at night.

You both had been dating for nearly 6 months and you deliberately took more time with this relationship than any of your lasts. With Bob, you felt like you were in it for the long run. There was no such thing as doing something too fast. With his southern drawl and meandering walks when he walked with you on the beach, everything with Bob just seemed to slow down. Time was infinite, and so was your patience. With his deployments and your job traveling, it was difficult to make ends meet to have physical dates.

They were so few and far between, you hadn’t even gotten to third base yet. A shock to many, but especially to your long standing roommate, who was flabbergasted at your reservation.

A honk outside of your apartment signaled your boyfriend’s ever punctual arrival. You grabbed your keys and flung yourself out the door, slamming the storm door behind you as you skipped down the steps two at a time. You heard the creaking of your living room window opening and turned to see your roommate’s head pop out, her fist shaking in your direction.

“IF YOU DON’T BONE TONIGHT, DON’T BOTHER COMING HOME,” she screamed, eyebrows creased. A laugh fluttered from your chest as you flipped her off, skidding to a stop in front of your boyfriend’s truck. Thank god his windows were up or you would be sure to find him blushing the prettiest of pinks under his dreamy baby blues. The handle of the vehicle clicked as you slid in to take your rightful place in the passenger’s seat.

The instant Lieutenant Robert Floyd was off duty, you certainly knew he was off duty.

Gone were those shy, thin lipped smiles and nervous glances he so often resorted to on base. They were replaced with willowy laughs and relaxed postures, toothy grins and unstyled hair blowing in the warm California winds. Bob looked almost too good driving around in his old pick up in just jeans and a white t-shirt. Casual Bob might be your favorite version of him and you were blessed to witness the stage as often as you do.

“Hey Robbie,” you greeted, leaning over the center console to place a quick kiss to his lips. As you were pulling away, he moved forwards to extend the connection, grinning underneath your mouth. A hand snaked to the nape of your neck to hold you in place while the other stroked your cheek, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear. Everything was soft, gentle… And so very Bob.

He pulled away after a beat, touching his forehead to yours. “Ah, there’s my girl! Missed you, honey. Ready for our adventure?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Your nose scrunched over the widest smile you could muster. Bob leaned back in his seat after pecking your cheek, revved the engine twice, honked his horn to bid your roommate adieu, and peeled off down your street to the Pacific Coast Highway.

Bob was steady and careful in his role as backseater in the air. He communicated well and rarely took risks if his driver wasn’t on board with them as well. There were so many variables that could go wrong in an instant that his fear often overrode his thirst for speed. But on the road? Oh, the man had a penchant for putting the pedal to the metal. As soon as you skid off, the windows were down, Garth Brooks’ greatest hits were blasting and your boots were propped high up on the lifted console as you sang ‘Friends in Low Places’ together to the warm southern Cali sun.

The ride up the PCH was picture perfect. Light was glittering off the seas and the ochre cliffs were passing by at dizzying speeds. Bob had one hand resting on the gear shift, moving the old manual truck down the winding turns with expert precision, his other hand gripped loosely on the steering wheel. Whenever he reached a plateau of comfortable speed, his fingers found themselves along your thigh fiddling with the hem of your sundress. He would look over at you through his sunglasses, spying your whimsical gaze at the cliffs and noting the way the notes of classic country songs were spilling from your lips.

An angel was all he could think. An angel on Earth. How in the world did she end up being mine?

“We’ve been driving for a bit now. Where we goin’, Lieutenant Flyod?”

Bob’s thought bubble popped and he was back to reality. He teasingly pinched the top of your thigh with a smirk. “Well, that’ll ruin the surprise, won’t it, darlin’?” That cool southern drawl of his curled out of his throat like it was second nature. “Besides, it ain’t gonna be a surprise if I spill the beans thirty minutes into the ride. But if you wanna know, guess I better get us there a bit faster.”

Bob suddenly cranked the old truck into fifth gear, zooming the hunk of metal through a particularly perilous section of twists. You whooped while your hand grabbed the old plastic handle above your window. It took all of your strength to keep yourself in your seat at the vaulting turns. Bob was focused on the road, his feet jamming into the clutch of the truck to keep control. The sudden surge of speed was over as soon as it started, a gust of air leaving your lungs.

The old truck reached a long expanse of highway and purred along the pavement at a steady crawl. Bob let up on the gears to give his jalopy a break.

“Phewww, easy there, Andretti! Speed Demon Bob always scares me for a minute when he comes out of hiding!” Your heart was making leaps and bounds trying to crawl out of your rib cage.

“It surprises you?” His eyes were wide beneath his aviators. His question was genuine while he readjusted his cap on his head with his free hand. “I fly planes for a living. Aviators have to like speed a little bit if we’re going to be whippin’ up there as fast as we do.”

“You don’t fly the planes, Natasha does. You’re just along for the ride,” you retorted back. Bob rolled his eyes.

“A technicality.”

“A truth. You’re an adrenaline junkie at the end of the day, huh, Floyd? Is that why you’re not a front seater? That careful precision would be thrown to the wind, huh?”

He nodded his head, an embarrassed grin breaking out. “I was a roller coaster nut when I was a kid. You wouldn’t have guessed it by my glasses and the overalls my mom always forced me in, though. I always just wanted to go faster and faster no matter what vehicle I was in. I remember I got my brother to fling me around on his four wheeler on a rainy day once and I loved every second. Thankfully, I reigned it in a little bit the older I got and found out that I was a better WSO than a front seater. If I was a driver, I think I’d go out in an unintentional blaze of glory.”

“Then controlled chaos is your thing?” He nodded in confirmation. “That it is, ma’am.”

You learned more and more about Bob each and every day. There was so much hidden behind those glasses that unfurled itself like a flower every time he spoke. Each conversation with him was a surprise. Every revelation put another piece of the puzzle together, yet you were still nowhere near completing it.

“So, was that how you usually feel when you go fast up there? When you’re pulling G’s and things?” You glanced over at your man just as he shook his head in a strict no.

“Nah, it’s way scarier in the sky than on the roads, trust me on that one. It’s less of a rush and more of a ‘oh crud, don’t mess up’ feeling. There’s more to lose up there even though it’s hard to crash into something.”

“Liiiiiike?”

Bob very rarely spoke about his time flying. It was very strictly business and ‘confidential’ in regards to his missions and training routines, but you knew he preferred to keep his work life at work and his home life at home. The only thing he would tell you was he was “always careful. Got a beauty to come home to, after all” with a charming smile. This willingness to even speak about what it was like to fly was enlightening to you.

He shifted himself in his seat, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the worn leather wheel to ‘Good Ride, Cowboy’. “Well, there’s lots of buttons to press and lots of buttons that I shouldn’t press that happen to look real interesting sometimes. Ain’t trying to lose my own life at the end of the day!”

A giggle left the back of his throat. Even he knew his explanation sounded ridiculous. “After all, (y/n), I’m just a simple button boy: I push a thing, something goes boom and I hope to God that thing ain’t me!”

You both laughed for a quick moment before he recovered. He was having difficulty stifling himself, but urged himself just as a gust of hot wind blew under the brim of his hat.

“In all seriousness, there’s altitudes, turbulence, wind pressures, compressor failures, engine failures, mission failures... Just— just lots of potential for failure at any given time. At least with driving, it’s just gear shift, gas pedal, brakes and blinkers. That’s pretty easy in comparison.” The truck was drifting just a little too far left in his contemplations, leaving Bob to swerve the truck back to center.

“Key word: pretty damn easy, jeez. Sorry ‘bout that, doll.”

“And that’s why Phoenix drives the planes,” you laughed, a hand patting off the top of his thigh to rest on his worn in jeans. The material was soft under your fingertips. “How in the world do I teach you a lesson in driving correctly?”

“Well, ma’am, I don’t reckon I know, but I’m willing to take any lesson you can think of.” His hand reached for the bottle of water in the center console. His adam's apple bulged up and down as he gulped the cool liquid. Your mouth went dry at the sight.

“Any lesson, Robbie?” His lips parted a fraction, a drip of water left on his chin, while your fingers squeezed the top of his strong leg. God, it was just too easy. Everything about your sweet, beautiful Robbie Floyd was too easy.

“I think I know the perfect one, Lieutenant Floyd.”

You scooted onto your side and curled into the back of the bucket seat, the spaghetti strap of your dress falling off your shoulder. “I think you need a new driver’s test to make up for that mistake, don’t you think? You’re lucky I’m a certified teacher with a 100% satisfaction guarantee. I’ll give you your lessons for free. How’s that sound?”

“O-oh fuck.” Bob was going to choke. He coughed into his elbow, that gorgeous flush running back over the crests of his cheeks. His water bottle plopped back into the center console, spinning around the drink holder before sinking itself in its correct place. “Y-Yes, ma’am. I– uh—” He swallowed thickly.

Bob’s entire bravado went from confident to shy with just a shift in your voice. So cute. All you wanted to do was kiss his cheeks and feel the heat of his skin on your lips. Run your nails down the sides of his ribs and feel him squirm under your touch.

“You know though, Bob, you and I are a match made in heaven. I like to learn by doing and you seem to learn better via… oral presentation, isn’t that right?”

Your grin turned Cheshire as you snaked feather-light fingertips down to his knees and back up to the hinge of his hip. “Whatever you do, keep your eyes on the road. If you wanna stop, what do you say?”

He numbly shook his head, both hands white knuckled on the wheel. “P-Pinwheel.”

The cliffs were passing by to soft planes, the road moving to straighter lines. He wouldn’t have to worry about gear shifts for quite some time.

“Lesson one: stoplights.” You undid your seatbelt crawling over the center console. Your ass was high enough towards the open window for someone to drive up beside the old truck and get a prime time view of your panties from beneath the waving hem of your dress. Bob imagined the way the cotton clung to your pussy, curving just along the edge of your thighs. His chest jolted with a hitch as your cleavage came into his peripherals. His left leg was bouncing up and down against the floorboards.

“There’s three colors on a stop light. Red, yellow, and green. Each color means something different, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” God, was it always this hot? Maybe he should turn on the air conditioning? Your fingers crept up to the top of the waistband of his jeans to run across the cold metal of his belt buckle. “Well, what do they mean, baby?”

“G-Green… Green means go,” he recited, his eyes still plastered to the road. These questions were elementary, yet the fog in his brain was making him question every word that came out of his lips. The tightening and untightening of his belt nearly made him keen. Your fingers tucked themselves into the brass button of the dark pants, holding them halfway closed. “And yellow?”

“Yellow means slow down.” You watched his mouth fumble, his tone like velvet on the back on his tongue as the button undid itself with a satisfying pop. The zipper cascaded down on its own at the tension in the sitting position. He lifted his ass up so you could slide the jeans off of his free leg to ensure he still had the space to move if needed.

You spotted the cotton maroon boxer briefs tight on the ridge of his pelvis, the dark gray band highlighting his subtle Adonis belt. You snuck yourself impossibly closer and let your nose run up the length of his clothed cock. Poor thing was already struggling under the tension of the ribbed material. You left a butterfly light kiss to the tip of the bulge.

“And red, Robbie?” The heat from your breath made him feel like he was melting. His foot tapped forward on the gas for just a moment, revving the engine forward at the sensation. He couldn’t hold back his groan. The tension in his dick left him clenching his forearms.

“St-Stop.”

You pulled away. He whined in desperation, wanting nothing more than a return of heat and friction. His head slammed against the back of the headrest, a chuckle leaving his chest. "Ohh, that was mean, (y/n)."

A darker cloud passed overhead, hiding the sun from the road. The cloud passing gave ample opportunity to you to reach up and snatch the aviators from his eyes, placing them on your own face. Bob had been rather fond of wearing his contacts on the weekend as of late knowing that it allowed you to see his eyes better. You commented on your first date that you wished you could see more of them from behind the fingerprint-stained lenses. You were glad to find that the pair of aviators he wore weren’t his scripts, meaning he could still keep you safe while driving even without his prized sunnies.

“You're the one that said stop,” you smirked. “You’re so silly, honey. You gotta use that big brain of yours.”

You sat up on your knees to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. Two-day stubble stabbed into the skin of your lips as you left lipstick marks along the crest of his cheeks, his jaw, the side of his chin. You only had access to the right side of his face, but that didn’t mean that his left needed to be neglected. Your right hand wrapped around the side of his cheek to tug at his earlobe. You rolled the cartilage in your hand and moved to capture the spot under his ear on his neck that made him mewl out.

“(Y/n)... baby…”

The sounds that came from his mouth were purely pornographic as you continued your sucking on the assailed spot, rotating between a steady prod with your tongue, laving the salty skin with long strips, or nipping with your teeth. Your hands were plenty busy, running over the tops of his nipples, the peaks straining against the front of his white cotton shirt.

The speed of the car increased. Bob was doing his best to keep the old truck straight on the one lane highway, but found it difficult to keep the speed steady against your ministrations. All he wanted to do was melt back into the leather and let you take over; to take him somewhere far away from this bleary concrete road. He wanted to rip his shirt off to give you full access to leave bruises on his skin to your fill. He imagined your hot mouth sucking a sensitive nipple, your tongue flicking it to send shockwaves directly to his dick. He imagined your hands running over the planes of his abs, the way your tongue would swirl around his belly button as you went lower, and lower, and lower…

“BOB!”

He didn’t even realize his eyes had closed until the truck hit the rumble strips. His abdomen was hot as he jammed the steering wheel to the left to straighten the vehicle. With the truck under control, you released the deathgrip on his white shirt, slapping the side of his arm. “Come on, Robbie, not funny. Pay attention.”

Your gaze softened at his shocked appearance, his arms completely straight in front of him and his posture rigid. You kissed the spot that you had hit, melting a little at his anxiety.

“If it’s too distracting, we don’t have to. I’m perfectly ok with waiting some more,” you muttered, fingers drifting to push his aviators into your hair to reveal your bright pink cheeks. You were in control, sure, but you sure as hell wouldn’t hide feeling hot and bothered at being the cause of his sweet sounds. Your panties were nearly soaked through just from the heavy petting alone.

“I-I didn’t say the safe word, did I,” he breathed. He looked slightly more resolved, a little less uptight. Bob sucked in a deep breath and tipped the glasses back onto your nose, scrunching his eyes as he smiled. “I can handle what’s under that hood of yours, firecracker. ‘Just got sidetracked for a minute. Promise, ma’am, I’ll stay focused from now on.”

You simply smiled. “That’s more like it, Lieutenant Floyd. Don’t disappoint me now.”

Bob’s eyes returned straight ahead of him, his heart hammering in his chest. It was time to focus.

You sat back to get comfortable on the passenger seat, legs spread wide. A finger teasingly pulled at the frilled end of your dress up to your waist. You saw him swallow and watched as his dick jumped against his hard stomach. Even with a near death careening, he was still half hard. The man really is an adrenaline junkie, huh?

“Lesson 2: blinkers and signaling. These are single handedly the most under-utilized devices on any vehicle. What are blinkers used for, Lieutenant?”

“To signal direction change or turning.” Bob cleared his throat once more. His knuckles twisted against the leather of the wheel.

One of your hands drifted down to your covered clit. Your fingers bounced lightly against the top of your swollen bud to send jolts to your spine. You could feel your own wetness on the cotton, a dark spot against the lilac of your panties. “Mmhmm, that’s right baby. Since we can’t communicate with our voices when we drive, we use the cars themselves to show other drivers where we intend to move.”

Gently, your fingers rotate in small circles around the bundle of nerves. You bit your lip to hold in your moan. Goddamn. “N-now honey, you’re going to signal me with your hands. Tell me where we’re going. The louder I moan, the better you’re running these curves. Think you can handle the test?”

Bob nodded wholeheartedly. His cock was long and tense against the top waistband of his shorts. Goodness, it must be excruciating. “Yes ma’am.”

His fingers ticked to the right. Your hand circled in tandem.

You were letting out breathy sighs as you worked yourself up and up and up. Every so often, Bob would change directions, forcing your wrist and body to accommodate. The sighs and whimpers coming from you were sweet, each sound louder than the last. You felt your pussy throbbing, soaked and sopping, with the inevitable pulsating of emptiness nearly driving you to thrust your own fingers in.

A lightbulb went off in your head.

“R-Robbie,” you groaned. His name was silk on your tongue. “Your fingers. Give ‘em. Please.”

He was going to implode. All he could do was lean over his right hand to you and offer an index and middle finger to swipe at your clothed wetness. God, he wished he could focus on you for just a second, but seeing you so hot and heavy for him might make him jizz his boxers right then and there. You greedily pushed the side of your panties to the side to give him entrance. You took his hands softly and let him prod around the swollen flesh of your core. Holy shit.

Now, Bob was no prude, but to be driving on the open road for everyone to see, the windows open, your voice so erotic, your legs spread like that… He would have to pray for forgiveness after this for breaking every holy code known to man.

“Go on, baby,” you sighed. Your chest was heaving as your head perched against the passenger door. “Where am I going?”

“You’re going to cum, darlin’.” A feral growl deeper than anything you had heard from him signaled his fingers sliding into you with zero resistance. You moaned in ecstasy at the thickness, your head falling the back of the door with a thunk. “H-Holy fuck, Robbie, yes, right there!”

His fingers scissored in and out of you, pulling in and out, in and out. The hollow feeling in your stomach lit kindling in your abdomen, the feeling of your circling fingers quickly setting it off to a wildfire. You felt tears sliding down your eyes as peered down your nose to find the aviator still focused on the road, expression unaffected. The only thing that gave away his arousal was the small pool of drool leaking from the head of his cock to stain the fabric dark of his boxers. Your unoccupied hand pulled down the front of your dress, your hand massaging the flesh of your breast, your nipple pink and hard against the swirling wind from your window. Your fingers, his fingers, the pressure in your pussy: all of it was divine.

Bob’s fingers picked up speed. They were hooked, pulling up and out with expert precision. He didn’t know your body, but angelic Bob knew exactly where to press your buttons. The man pulled you zero to sixty in three point five. The fire in your core poured out in a tidal wave, unrelenting and ceaseless. You overflowed with a final shriek leaving your lips. “Fuuucccckkk, Bob! Bob, Bob, fuck!”

You throbbed around him, his pace slowing in time with your hand in his peripherals. Hot, wet, needy. Bob let out his own groan as you came down from your high. He could imagine how you gaped and pulsed around his knuckles, how you were so coated on his hand. He pulled his fingers free and immediately put his digits in his mouth. He groaned out to the roof of the truck, the taste of you, the smell of you, so much more delicious than anything he could have imagined in the past.

In his thoughts, you had crawled back over the center console, fingers fumbling and shaking from your post-orgasm high to pull his weeping cock free from its prison. He hissed as the hot tip hit the air. You left a plush kiss on the tip, a string of pre-cum sticking to your lips. His aviators were discarded haphazardly on the dashboard leaving your eyes frenzied and wild with lust.

“The final lesson, lesson three: speed control.”

You grabbed him deep at the base, tapping the side of his cock against your cheek, a lopsided smirk on your features. He bit his lip and did his best to suppress his moans. He was wound unbelievably tight. He was frightened he’d come as soon as you put your tongue on him.

“Obviously, the roads have speed limits,” you started, your finger swirling at the tip of his glans. A squeak came from his throat, the feather light touch forcing his hips to grind into his seat. Friction. He needed friction.

“I control how fast we go by just how hard I wanna suck on this pretty little cock of yours. I wanna feel a rush, baby. Give it to me.”

Your eyes were locked on the side of his hard set jaw. You can see him clenching his teeth, the muscles of his neck straining. “Y-yes ma’am. U-understood.”

“Good boy.”

And so you started.

Little kitten licks to the top of the already wet cock left his mouth slackened. Both of your hands held him as you repositioned to your hands and knees, your ass back to facing the window. Your mouth was open wide as you slid the head of his cock against your tongue, the top clearing the roof of your mouth. The vein at the underside of his member twitched. A whimper escaped his lips as he twitched the speed of the truck a bit more.

You swirled the whole thing back up to the tip, leaving him with a small pop. “Oh, that’s perfect, baby,” you smiled out. “I want you to whine for me. Show me how pretty you are.”

“(Y-Y/n),” he mewled, your mouth locking around the top of his cock. Your lips pulsed over the ridge of the head of him, your fingers gripping at the bottom of his balls. A bit of drool came down the side of your mouth as your tongue molded to tease the underside of the frenulum.

“Oh my god,” he blurted, his gaze tearing from the road for a moment to see exactly what magic you were doing in his lap. “Whatever that was, do it again, oh my god, baby.”

“What,” you questioned innocently. “This?” You did the same motion again, locking your eyes to his face to watch him squeeze his eyes in ecstasy. You slapped the side of his thigh to remind him to open his eyes, which he obliged. You could see the tears welling up in the inner corners of his eyes. It was just so fucking good.

You let your mouth cover his shaft, running up and down as your free hand cupped his balls. Your tongue constantly slid along each inch of skin, coating the entire member in saliva. The drool and pre-cum pooled together around your lips, effectively smudging pink lipstick around the creases of your chin. Your gaze never left his face. He could feel your eyes boring holes into his face to watch his every move.

He sped up a bit more. The speedometer was reading 75mph in a 60mph. Hopefully there weren’t any staties hanging off in the brush.

Without warning, your throat locked itself around his shaft. Bob’s foot slammed on the gas pedal, a shocked squeal leaving his throat. “D-Doll!”

“Mmmph?” You were sunk half way down his cock, your eyes peering up at him beneath sweaty temples and your hair plastered against your forehead. He had both hands on the wheel and you had both hands on his gears while you bobbed yourself up and down, humming in appreciation at his heady taste.

Bob felt his vision blurring as you sank down lower and lower. He couldn’t control the sounds coming from his throat. Something feral was erupting in his chest. Your speed climbed up and up with the speed of the vehicle in a dance of death, spiraling out of control to a potentially explosive end. You were both automatic. You were pushing the limits of your throat and his old truck to the absolute extreme, but Bob had to break first.

“P-Pinwheel!”

You popped off immediately at the word as Bob swerved to the breakdown lane, crunching down on the emergency break. A gust of dust settled in the car as he careened to a stop to park just before a ditch on the now desert road. Your brows creased with immediate concern. What the hell happened? Was it too much? Did you hurt him?

You moved up from your fallen position in the wheel well to put your hands around his hot cheeks to ground him. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, as he pulled you closer from your spot, his lips crushing against yours immediately. You let out a squeak in surprise, his force not what you were expecting after using his safe word. You forced yourself away for a moment, shoving his chest away. What went wrong?

“Robbie, wait, wh-.”

“No waiting, ‘m fine. Can’t drive anymore. Baby, I need you back on my cock or I’ll go insane.”

His words were chopped and his vision was frantic searching over you. He had thrown his cap off during the emergency stop and his hair was mussed, twisting and turning in sweaty little curls. You let a hand rest on his chest for a moment, his heart fluttering like a hummingbird under your fingertips. He laced his hands behind your hair to pull you into a kiss, your taste mixing with his like an ambrosia on your tongue.

He pulled away first this time, breathing heavily with his forehead to yours.

“Please, (y/n), please.”

He was pleading now, begging and whining with hot tears nearly falling from his eyes. His cheeks were splotched with heat and his cock was nearly purple with heat. You ran a finger under his eyes to catch the salty tears, tasting them on your tongue, before sinking down to your place. You gave his cock a few quick pumps, watching him lean back against the door of the driver’s seat. He was fucked own, his chest heaving into the wet spots of sweat that littered his white shirt.

“No more speed, just feel, Robbie. Just feel me.”

You both locked eyes as you went down on him again. His hands finally found purchase in your hair, tugging at the strands. You let a moan of approval move through your sinuses as you pulled the salty secretions from his tip. You swirled them with your saliva to go down further and further on his cock until you were nearly at his pelvis. He nearly sobbed out loud, his head tipping back to the window. The rays beating off of his neck, now littered with bruises, made him look like a god of the sun, basking in the light of his own power.

You attempted to make a comment, but found him pushing your mouth down to a half way position. “No one taught you any manners, huh, (y/n)? No speaking with a full mouth. That’s impolite.”

You smiled against him and propped yourself up to suckle at the tip one more time. You nodded your head in his direction, hoping that if he wasn’t going to let you speak, that he would understand the permission you gave him. “F-for real?” Bob shifted his hips up to thrust into your mouth a little deeper to test the waters. You let your eyes close to focus. You focused on making your throat as wide as possible, on making yourself deep and expansive. You felt your core leak against your sopping panties as he took another teasing thrust a little deeper.

Seeing no resistance from you, he began pistoning himself into your mouth at a steadier interval. Every thrust was accompanied by gorgeous keens of pleasure. “Y-You’re unbelievable, oh my God.” Your focus was undeterred as you felt him grow thicker in your mouth, your tongue continuously moving to strike the bottom vein of his gorgeous, heavy cock. Your finger attempted again to sneak beneath your dress to circle your clit. You felt the burn snap as soon as your fingers found purchase, a second wave of heat flowing from between your legs.

Your eyes started to roll as Bob’s hips stuttered into you, his pace frantic. You hollowed your cheeks, gagging against his rock hard length.

“Baby, baby, I-I — (y/n), oh~,” he wailed, pushing your nose flush to his pubic bone. Hot ropes of cum shot from his cock, thick and creamy, deep down to the pits of your stomach. Your legs were streaming small rivulets of release as your gut filled with the heat of his release.You felt yourself unceremoniously swallowing against him as he pulsed down your throat. Your hands ghosted up to softly massage against the ripples of his ribs to soothe him.

He released your hair. The pressure on the roots relieved itself immediately, but you wished his nails were back against your scalp. You took your time pulling off of him, sucking the last bits of his sticky cum onto your tongue as you slurped against him. He was purring when you left one last kiss to the tip of head to part from him completely. You opened your mouth to show the clump of cum on your tongue before you swallowed it whole, opening again to reveal a clean mouth.

“I think you passed your driving test,” you smiled, swiping caked saliva from your lips. He smiled at you sheepishly with both of his hands brushing back his curls slick to his scalp.

“Jeez, I’m sorry, (y/n), I-I should’a warned you sooner I was gonna come.” His flush was no longer from arousal, but embarrassment. You couldn’t figure out what he was embarrassed about in the slightest. The man just face fucked you senseless better than anyone had ever done before and he was sorry? Incredible. Robert Floyed was just too good for this world.

You crawled up his sweaty chest to lay across him for a moment and left a chaste kiss to his lips. You both smiled against each other in the heat of the California sun.

“Guess I’m allowed to go home tonight,” you muttered to him. Bob raised an eyebrow in question. You explained your roommate’s last shout out of your apartment when you were leaving.

“I mean, we had sex, but we didn’t have sex, you know? We still have plenty of time,” he said, tapping his hands against the curves of your ass. You let out a giggle.

“I like the sound of that, Lieutenant. This engine’s a manual and needs certain attention so it can rev all night.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and gave a sinister smile.

“Thankfully for you, I can drive a stick shift.”

tag list: @flashyourgreeneyesatme @brsdshaw (i'm sure i'm missing people omg im so sorry i feel like im braindead ajkshdlfa)

post note: I ended up adding two other whole parts tonight JUST before posting because i;m insane AHHAHAHA forgive me for the late post but PLEASE comment/reblog/like if you enjoyed this, thank you guys so much for reading!!! <333

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick ff #bob floyd smut #bob x reader #robert floyd #bob top gun #bob top gun maverick #robert floyd x reader #top gun ff #i'm editing this baby as we speak so hopefully once you read everything's fixed :3

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simpforrooster · 2 years

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miss me baby.

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x F!reader

summary: a little snippet of your relationship with Maverick, based on the song miss me baby by Chris Cagle

a/n: phew! this one has been in my drafts for foreverrrrrr!!!! I hope y'all like it. sorry about all the time between fics! I am finally feeling more inspired to write and will have more coming your way!

Miss me baby When you hear our favorite song Miss me baby And when you start to sing along Think about all the times that danced in light to it all night long Oh, then miss me baby

Maverick used to hold you close to him in the kitchen, spinning you around to y'all's song. You still giggle when you think about Maverick also fan-girling over Shania Twain's You're Still the One.

He would play it before a deployment, you two wouldn't dance then. You'd just stand in each other's arms, not verbalizing your fears, just feeling them. He'd kiss the top of your head. Then your temple. Then your cheek. Finally, your lips.

"I'm coming back, love. I promise."

You knew he shouldn't make those promises, but they reassured you anyway.

He kept that promise every deployment.

You want me honey Like you did the night you told me that you loved me You couldn't wait anymore Left the keys in the door, took my hand, pulled my down on the kitchen floor Yeah we were that crazy Miss me baby

This was Maverick's favorite memory.

"I love you, Pete," your voice was almost a whisper. He almost missed it. You'd used his real name, not his callsign.

"What?" he'd asked, stupidly. He just wanted to make sure he hadn't dreamt it. Maverick was extremely concerned for the age gap. He knew age was only a number, but he always felt weird that he was who you chose. Especially when you had your pick of the younger aviators.

"You heard me, Mav," you grinned.

He hadn't dreamt it. You loved him.

"I love you," he said. Finally telling you, felt like a weight off his shoulders. He'd been wanting to tell you since day one, but was certain that would scare you off.

What you said next, knocked the breath out of him.

"I want you, Pete."

He couldn't get the door open fast enough, especially after you tangled your hands in his hair. You started kissing all over his neck, and he'd thought it was heaven.

Struggling to pull the keys from the lock, he gave up and left them dangling. You gripped the collar on his shirt and pulled him onto his kitchen floor.

It was perfect.

Pete had imagined this time over and over, and now that he finally had you, he couldn't stand it.

Miss me baby Til you can't take it no more Miss me baby Pack your bags and hit the door I'm a man, I was wrong, forgive me, come back home, I'll be waiting Right here waiting Miss me baby

Of course he fucked it up. It was destined to happen, the way he began to walk around you on eggshells. Mav wasn't used to relationships going this well. It freaked him out.

So, yeah.

He came home from a training day with the team to your bags packed at waiting by the door.

You came around the corner, shocked you hadn't beat him. Training usually lasted much longer. You though you had more time to get out.

"Y/n?" he croaked, his emotion apparent on his face.

"Mav.." you started.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I am so sorry." He stepped toward you, his hands out to cradle your head in his hands the way you liked. You stepped back in the knick of time, knowing if you hadn't, you'd be putty in his hands.

During a night out with the team, Mav had too much to drink. He let some things slip that he didn't mean to. Things that must've scared you off.

Mav took you in. Your body almost folding in on itself, holding a note. You were going to leave him and let him know in a note.

"I can't do it anymore, Pete," you whispered.

Mav knew what you couldn't do. The long deployments. The late night trainings. The way he flies his aircraft a little too recklessly.

"I can't loose you, y/n." He tried to reach out for you again, but you wouldn't let him. A beeping horn from outside pulled you both from this sad novel ending.

With a parting glance, you grabbed your bags, and hit the door.

And every time you feel his touch I pray to God it's not enough That I touched your heart so deep, girl, you can't shake me Cause I love you Yes I need you Miss me baby

It didn't take long for another man to offer you the comfort Mav wished he could. He just wished it wasn't Jake. He reminded Mav all the time that you were with him now. It shouldn't have been a shock. Jake was just as interested in you as Mav was.

One night in the Hard Deck, Mav managed to corner you in the back of the bar.

"How is it? Being with him? Because, Baby, it's hell for me," Mav's voice broke like it did the night you left him.

"Jake's great," you said, your eyes darting to the left, the tale tell sign of you lying.

"Come back to me, Baby," he pleaded, "I miss you so much."

Your e/c eyes searched his. What you were looking for, he wasn't sure. He prayed it was the words "yes" or "of course, Pete."

"Pete.." you started. Mav could feel the rejection from a mile away. Before hearing the words from your mouth, he turned. Walking away from you, his heart felt the heaviest it's ever felt.

He really lost you.

Mav stops, and turns. Your eyes had tears rimming them, and he was about to make it worse.

"I pray every night that his touch isn't good enough. That it leaves you longing for mine. Because I really miss you, baby."

masterlist

#topgun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun #maverick fanfic #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x y/n #pete mitchell imagine #maverick x reader #maverick imagine

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delirious-donna · 1 year

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Hi, recently started watching anime and came across your work. Phew! Drools!!

Could I maybe trouble you with a small request?

There’s this scene of Kakashi swinging the kunai around his finger and I can’t get over his hands… and him making the reader suck on them…

Anon, my darling, firstly I hope you are still around. I'm sorry this took so long for me to answer but I held on to it cause yeah, I wanna suck on Kakashi's fingers. I have no shame in this matter and I'm quite sure he'd just chuckle at me in response before offering up his hand. Ahem, anyway... thoughts below! 💗

Kakashi has nice hands, large in comparison to yours and you've measured them several times. Early mornings when neither of you are in any rush to leave the sanctity of the sheets, giggling as he bends the tops of his fingers over yours that are flush against him.

His skin is rough, hardened in places but it is to be expected from a skilled shinobi such as Kakashi. You like the sensation of his callouses grazing your skin, especially your most tender, intimate areas.

Long fingers, thick but not too thick. The perfect length to press exactly on your sweet spot, torturing you with two digits buried up to his knuckles and dripping in your slick. He watches you through hooded eyes, half a smirk on his lips as he whispers such filth that makes you clench around him even tighter.

“You like that, huh? Love having my fingers stuffed in your tight pussy, don’t you? That’s it, cum for me.”

Strong and capable of crushing you if he wished, of course, he never would. Kakashi is well aware of what your limits are and whilst he might push them, he’d never hurt you.

Even in the moments when those skilful fingers wrap around the slender column of your throat during the throes of passion. The pressure exerted is a warning to behave, squeezing down if you dare to defy but never causing any discomfort, only putting you back in your place like you want him to do.

The problem is that he knows how much you like his hands, Kakashi is highly aware of how you watch them avidly when you visit to watch him sparring with his fellow shinobi.

Does he have to swing his kunai around his finger before sending it flying? Nope, but he is gonna do it cause he can sense your heart rate accelerating from across the field. Never taking his attention away from his opponent but also keeping you in his line of sight as much as possible.

The sound of the stretch and flex of his leather fingerless gloves is enough to make your thighs press together as he offers you that closed-eye smile he is well known for. Ambling towards you after waving off his friend and flopping down beside you under the tree you’ve chosen to rest against.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks casually but you know his question is far from casual, now that he’s close he can smell your arousal and it’s driving him crazy. The adrenaline from sparring makes him take the risk, letting you yank at his mask whilst he pulls you down onto his lap.

Making out turns to fondling which turns to you taking his hand and lifting it in front of your face. Holding his gaze as you slip his forefinger between your lips to suck.

Those steel grey eyes darken, shuttering slightly as your tongue twists over the unique pattern of his fingerprint. A small slurping noise sounds so indecent as you take him right down to the first knuckle. The slight salty tang of sweat mixing with rich leather and the taste that you know to be uniquely Kakashi.

You release his finger with a soft pop, a muffled groan resonating from his chest and turning into a whimper as you move to the next finger to repeat the process again and again.

It’s the first time you’ve sucked on his fingers, but it surely won’t be the last…

#delirious answers #kakashi smut #kakashi thirst #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #I’d suck his fingers any day of the week

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kimtaegis · 2 years

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✨ GET TO KNOW YOUR CONTENT CREATORS ✨ Tell us about your creative vision! details you are proud of, but nobody noticed? The Best Feedback?? want to gush about a personal favorite or yours??? nows the time!

okay first off, sorry for only answering now! honestly, I didn't really know how to reply to this for quite some time, but I think I'm just gonna take this chance to talk a bit about a favourite of mine from this year so far, which is yoongi's 2022 bday post! I'm very proud of how it turned out and put quite some thought into it. So here we go:

Let's start with the general idea; Yoongi's "interludes" all have a special place in my heart. I relate to some of the lyrics on a very emotional level (especially those of Set me Free) and I also just really think they're amazing musically, Interlude: Shadow is my favourite Yoongi (bts album) solo song, for instance. He just puts a whole lot of feelings into his interludes especially I feel, and since this is something I value extremely in Yoongi, I thought it'd be a good idea to create a little something for them specifically for his birthday.

Okay, now a deeper dive into each panel!

I just had the need to make an introductory panel, it would have felt too abrupt to just jump into the songs. I'm so happy with how it turned out, like.. the build up, the literal introduction to him as an artist?? The way every picture is Yoongi but labeled as different "parts" of him, and then his two "artist personas" merge together as Min Yoongi in the third one, cause yeah. It's all him. The last rectangle is a little reference to Interlude Shadow, both with the lyrics and the scribbles which were used in the mv. The lyrics just fit perfectly into this whole layout idea.

Interlude Dream Reality: Since the track doesn't have any actual lyrics, I only had the overall emotion that I felt while listening to it. I thought that mirrors are a nice way to depict reality vs. dream so I went with that. I added some blur for extra distortion/ metaphorical blurred lines between the two. With the text at the bottom, I basically wanted to portray "finding reality in it all"

SUGA's Interlude: Beautiful lyrics which I wanted to illustrate with sun and stars/ day and night elements (the GQ/ Vogue shots really were in my favour haha). I kind of pride myself with including movement in my gfx lmao, I don't know, I don't see it often and I just think it adds something special to them (although it makes things MUCH harder, too). Editing the colours to make them match throughout the whole edit was A Task, especially the yellow here in this one; the orignal picture of course did not have that kind of shade from the start. Small things like that can take up to 30 minutes to adjust.

Interlude: Shadow: I think it's my favourite. Like... the thought I put in this? *pat on the shoulder* The shadows behind him both being made out of himself but also functioning as a crowd, this and the scribbles being parallels to the mv. The shadows creeping up on him step by step and eventually consuming him, making them stand out while he's barely visible anymore. Also the way the lyrics are literally depicted in the animation... The shadows do get darker while the light (his fame) gets brighter, damn. Highlighting the "shadow" in the lyrics with that light, yellow colour for the ✨ contradiction of it all ✨. Oh yeah, that's a good one.

Set me Free: Phew, that song... hits different for me because it summarises how I've felt with my depression a lot. The visuals of the panel don't really reference the lyrics, but rather my personal relation with the song, hence.... mental illness. This kind of consuming darkness that sometimes seems to swallow you whole, that moment when you feel nothing, or not like yourself, where you don't want to be there. That's those seconds where you can't see him at all in the gifs. The photo on the right, black and white, looking kind of...lost, in thought, maybe sad or tired. His facial expressions and posture in this panel just feel very fitting (again, shoutout to that photoshoot). Also...that feeling of days just going by? The moving lights in the gifs could resemble time just passing by while you (seem to) stand still.

That's it! That was a rollercoaster to write and I wanna thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush about it, it made me love it even more. <3

#that was fun #I'll put it in the gfx tag #*gfx #annie's mail #anon #*gfx breakdown

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chimaeracabra · 2 years

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Phew. This is the last week I have at one of the first sites for my community nutrition rotation. I enjoyed most of it, but I FUCKING HATE dealing with Excel or numbers (I know, I will be writing tube feeds and calculating those for 10 weeks in my clinical rotation, but I can actually fucking do that and understand that. I fatherfucking HATE Excel and crunching numbers in general). I want the RD who I just finished a project for to LOOK at what I just corrected and tell me it is fine now, because I don't want to fucking look at it, or the tables where the data came from ANYMORE! (The data was DEFINITELY generated using SAS, the same data processing software I used to do my thesis two years ago, which was one of THE WORST academic tasks I have ever completed in my fucking life).

I just DON'T like having to work for free, especially if it is on something I unequivocally despise. While I am liking a lot of aspects of the internship, I fucking HATE the unpaid free labor part. It's NOT FAIR! Residents get to be paid. I think it would only be fair to pay dietetic interns, because literally, 80% of the illnesses the U.S. fucking spends healthcare dollars on are PREVENTABLE WITH DIET AND LIFESTYLE. Literally! This was reiterated in the White House Conference on Hunger, Nutrition, and Health this morning!!!

I'm fucking SICK of not getting paid fairly for the level of intelligence that I fucking have. I don't think it's unreasonable for me to want $40/hour starting pay when I'm finally licensed, when I literally know more than many of the RDs who are licensed that I fucking work with (not for the internship, I'm talking about where I work and get paid). It's all a bullshit fucking system and I hate it.

I don't want to fucking make $30/hour when I know what I deserve and worked really fucking hard for. I really hope I can get a consultant job that pays $80-100K right out of my licensing exam, because I'm not fucking playing. I need to get out of student loan debt so I can actually live my goddamn life.

Tired of fuckery!!!!

#intern #tired #sick of things

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sunshineseung · 2 years

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Voice Messages from Kim Seungmin

From Seungmin, 9:12 am

Good morning, my love! You’re probably not awake yet, but I wanted to call and remind you that I love you. I hope you have a good day! I know you have off today, and I’m sorry I can’t be with you, but I promise I’ll make up for it, okay? The next time I have a day off, we’re spending all day together! Alright, I’ll see you soon, hopefully. Bye~

From Seungmin, 9:36 am

Hey again! Funny story, actually, I was trying to… and now my video is buffering? So rather than waiting for this stupid fucking wifi to work, I went through our text messages from two nights ago. I forgot how dirty you were, how dirty we were. Holy shit, this is hot! I can’t believe this was us, haha. I don’t know why I called you about this. I just thought it was funny. Anyway, I’m going back to my business! My very important… uhh, business. See ya!

To Seungmin, 10:25 am

Hey, I just woke up. Did you really leave me a voice message about jerking off? You’re so gross, oh my god. If I weren’t so turned on, I’d be more grossed out. You can’t just tell me you got off without giving me any material! Cmon, babe! If you get off to pictures of me and texts from me, then you better send something in return! I haven’t seen you in so long, it’s honestly the least you could do. Ugh, call me back later! Love ya, bye!

From Seungmin, 12:42 pm

We just stopped practice for lunch and I played your voice message on speaker in front of everyone… and you call me the gross one? The audacity! If you want something in return, then you’ll have to earn it, sweetheart. You know how I can be, don’t you? I don’t just give away handouts, especially to brats like you. Send me pictures of you in that pretty lingerie set I bought you, and maybe I’ll send you a little something later. Got it? Only good pets get rewards. Until next time, my love.

From Seungmin, 8:03 pm

Phew, it’s been a long day. I know you’ve been waiting for this message, dear. I couldn’t wait to get home and see what you sent me, and I must admit, these are good, babydoll. You look so fucking cute in this set. I just wish I could be there to tease you through that thin mesh before tearing it off of you. You like when I’m rough, don’t you? I see the way your legs shake when I throw you around like a puppet. Or maybe it’s from the filthy words I whisper in your ear, hmm… it’s hard to tell, baby. You’re so weak for me, I don’t think it quite matters what I do to you, you’ll enjoy it. You take whatever I give you, right baby? You know I’m right. I’ll call back soon, just let me get my cock out. Getting off twice in one day can’t hurt.

From Seungmin, 8:06 pm

Mmm, you hear that baby? The sound of me beating my cock to your pretty pictures? You look amazing, doll. So pretty for me. I can still see the marks from last week. I must have went pretty hard, huh? I’m sure you remember. Fuck, I wanna devour you in those panties. Just pull them to the side while I tease you with my tongue. Maybe you wanna ride my hand? No, no, I know what you want to ride. You just can’t get enough of me, can you? Master takes such good care of you, and what do you do in return? Be a fucking brat and demand that I send you dirty pictures? What a dumb little slut. You really thought I would cave that easily, hm? You know what, I’ll send you a little picture right now. I know you love to stare at my chest and my abs, baby. You’ll get that picture soon.

From Seungmin, 8:10 pm

I need you here with me, baby. Need you riding my cock and putting your chest in my face, letting me suck your tits while I overwhelm you with everything I’ve got. Make you cum over and over again on my dick until you’re begging me to stop or slow down. Oh, but what happens when I do stop? You throw a fit and whine until I give you more. My good little cumslut, always hungry for more. Want me to cum inside you all the time, too. Messy little cunt can’t take it, can it? But you love to protest~ “I can take it, sir! I swear! Just a little more!” until we’re glued to the bed for another round. You wear me out, you know that? No other partner has been a challenge for me other than you. Maybe that’s why you drive me so crazy, doll. You act so tough around everyone else, but around me, you’re nothing but a toy for me to use. Unfortunately, my toy loves to talk back. Hng, hold on. I gotta get this on video, right, baby?

From Seungmin, 8:12 pm [video audio]

Fuck, look at what you do to me. So fucking hard, so fucking close, all from you and my dirty thoughts. Your lips on mine, your tits in my face, your cunt on my mouth, your tongue on my cock… fuck, everything. I wanna see my cock stretch you out again. I need you. The marks I left on you are fading… need to make new ones. Need to mark you as mine. Need everyone to know that you belong to me, your body belongs to me, you filthy fucking whore. Teasing me and tempting me until I can’t hold it anymore. You make me lose control of myself. Fuck, fuck… ugh, gonna cum, gonna cum for you, love, all for you. Ah! Fuck! Holy shit… oh my fucking god. I’m glad I got that on video, fuck.

From Seungmin, 8:37 pm

I just took a quick shower. God, that felt so good, baby. I gotta do this more often, although I don’t really like jerking off without at least telling you, haha. I’ll see you in a few days, okay? Just a few more days. Then I can be inside you again. You better get off to these messages, and send me videos too. Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Bye~

#skz smut #stray kids smut #seungmin smut #kpop smut

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cute-angi · 2 years

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Tagged by @esperata

Rule: list your favorite (male) characters from ten different fandoms

That's very difficult

SSDD - Same Shit Different Day

Stephen King's Dreamcatcher - Douglas Cavell

Duddits! There's no explanation there. It's Duddits! Love him!

The Riddler: Edward Nashton (Nigma)

I don't think it needs a big announcement that this was coming. As soon as I lost myself in Arkham and heard his transmissions, I was blown away. That's when I fell in love with him.

Final Fantasy XV - Verstael Besithia

I know what everyone is thinking right now. Why doesn't it say Ardyn? He's the cool villain after all. Or where are the chocobros? Nope... I already liked grumpy Verstael and then episode Ardyn just made me see pink-red as soon as I saw the trailer. (My interpretation of him, of course, has only become so "cold-hearted" over the years. You know how it is with fangirls...)

''The artist has a duty to seduce the ear and delight the spirit.... Say hello to an evening with Sander Cohen!''

Bioshock - Sander Cohen

I thought about it for a long time. And first I wanted to mention the Lutece twins. Those two are always my favorites. Then I thought of Augustus Sinclair. A man of honor! I love Sinclair. And Bioshock contains so many more brilliant characters. There are no bad ones. But then I just had to go with Cohen, because Fort Frolic won't let me go. Especially after reading Rapture and having more insight into his character. This man just so often reflects what most of us are like at our core. We are artists of the world and so vulnerable because of it. We walk the narrow path between madness and genius.

Because we're talking about artists...

The Evil Within - Stefano Valentini

I am, after all, someone who likes Tchaikovsky. And yes, of course the first game, was often better than the second. The second one didn't cost me much effort. I hardly managed the first one on easy at first. And Ruvik is one of the most interesting characters ever. But Stefano, like Cohen, has something ... strangely great about him.

Strange... I'm about to be hated by everyone.

Avatar The Last Airbender - Long Feng

Okay... okay... listen to me, please. Of course Iroh is the best character in the series and has helped me through so many stages of life.But I have a thing for really bad guys and as I get older, tastes change. Well, Long Feng is just sneaky? But he runs the Dai Li and through it he owns Ba Sing Se! Hello? Of course I watch AsianDramas and yes please make me your queen. So I finally live behind safe walls.

"There is no war in Ba Sing Se" Okay... can the Dai li please adopt me as a lost princess?

Now that we have the embarrassing behind us, here comes something all too understandable:

Resident Evil (Village) - Karl Heisenberg

Instead of Male Characters, the rules should say, "Favorite Daddy Characters."

Okay...I have to do it...break the rules....

Mommy? Can I please stay up late and play with Bela, Cassandra and Daniela? I love this woman. Mommy!

Okay...don't forget the love for Donna!!!! Donna Beneviento~!!!!

Let's get serious again.

1, 2, 3, 4... Did you miss me, Monte d'Or?

Professor Layton - Descole

I triggered you guys with that quote, didn't I? Randal is really wonderful.I have just replayed Miracle Mask. But I've been in love with that damn guy since part 4. Descole is My childhood love that comes back every year.

Kingdom Hearts - Xehanort (And Eraqus)

Here again my love for evil. I never dared to admit that I love "Ansem" so much in the first game. Well..... now I'm allowed to and it's just the character around Xehanort that enchants me. But Xehanort doesn't exist on its own either. Only with the best of the best: Eraqus!

And now we come to the anime track:

Attack on Titan - Willy Tybur

I really like Levi a lot. But I'm also someone who tries to jump off the hype train. I like Levi. And I love Zeke Yeager. But with the first appearance of Willy Tybur in the manga... phew my heart. I was hoping at the time that he would still be the Warhammer. There' s a lot of content lost on his family.

Because we are talking about manga:

Naruto - Tobirama Senju (and Izuna Uchiha)

It's been a long time since I watched or read Naruto. But it helped me through my "most difficult time". I have the sign of the Senju clan tattooed on my back. And it always gives me strength to get through everything. And with Tobirama you also have to like Izuna. With him you love Madara and with this Hashirama. Oh these four... my heart.

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delu-jean · 3 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐔𝐩 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

(Jea x fem!/reader) -> Angst -> 4.2k

XII > XIV

You and Reiner picked some flowers. They lay in one of the baskets you brought. They sat beautifully, making you reminisce the night Jean had given you that violet. Though these flowers were a lot larger, and the hue was more vibrant, the meaning behind that violet shone brighter than those characteristics combined. You grinned at such a thought, while Reiner kept on climbing the tree.

You felt bad since you weren’t helping him gather the apples. Someone needed to hold the basket, making sure they didn’t touch the ground. Since the tree was becoming more barren as the years passed, the less fruit it would bear. So, you had to make sure no apples went to waste. Still, watching him do all of that hard work made you feel guilty. He reassured you (before), saying that it was better for him to actually do something right (since he trampled a lot of plants when picking flowers). So you let him be. Watching as each fruit fell.

“It’s been a while...do you remember this place, Y/n?”

“Of course I do…” you then gazed at the scenery in front of you. Being reminded of that one moment, that last moment you had felt such peace in Marely. The moment where Bertholdt had scurried to get you, the moment where you never thought that things would take such a turn.

You looked at Reiner to see the guilt which struck him. Not only that, but the guilt then crept onto you. That peace was one which could never come back, along with Bertholdt himself. You felt burdened to say the least. Knowing how his best friend had died, yet not being allowed to tell him (since Jean’s cover would blow). It saddened you knowing how much weight was on his shoulders. Never knowing what had truly happened, but instead, escaping with survivor’s guilt.

“Ah, two coming!”

“Got it!” you caught them in your basket. Time passed as more apples stacked. He then decided to break the silence once again.

“Do you ever wish that we could be kids again?”

“Of course I do,” he nods in agreement.

“If I could change one thing...just one of the many things in our childhood...it would be the fate we held in the military. Wishing things could have been different, and that you all could’ve been here,” you noticed how he didn’t say “we,” but instead said “you.” That meant he had wished you were all here, but not necessarily himself. You were going to question him, until he spoke yet again.

“For Bertholdt to see such a sight. To see how grown the both of us have become, and...to see his family...just once more. Maybe even confess to Annie if he had the guts to,” you saw the pained expression he had which made you feel the same.

“Bertholdt would be happy for us, especially since we’ve grown so much with the time given.”

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“Yeah...I guess so,” he then picked the last of the apples and came down. In the process, one of the better apples fell, cracking with the contact of the ground. Funny enough, it reminded you of Bertholdt. Since he unfortunately was one, if not, the sweetest apple. One who just had to fall far from the tree above.

You both stepped into your house. Feeling tired as your arms limped, along with Reiner’s. You started to look around, wanting to see if Jean was at home. Lurking through the bedroom, and even checking your closet. Unfortunately (for you) he wasn’t. It’s almost as if he was gone with the wind. You felt a little bummed as Reiner stepped into the kitchen. Placing the baskets down, and washing his hands (readying himself for the session yet to come). He then asked you in a loud tone, hoping you would hear.

“What are you doing Y/n?”

“Oh, I’m looking for a pot!” you shouted back.

“In your bedroom?”

“Haha, yeah,” you were still feeling upset...but then remembered that you were the person who told him to leave (secretly regretting it qwq).

You then walked over to Reiner, ready to help him make the pie. You both washed the apples, peeled, and chopped them. Reiner was a little klutzy with the knife, handling it like a weapon in battle. You found it quite funny, and guided his hands. Hoping he wouldn’t cut himself. To your surprise he didn’t, and ended up seasoning the fruit with different spices, sugars, and ingredients. When that was done, you put him in charge of kneading the crust. You (of course) mixed and measured the ingredients, and after doing so, told him to be gentle with the dough. Hoping his rough hands would maintain, and not ruin such a delicacy.

You started to heat the filling as you monitored him from afar. He really was a quick learner, yet still needed to work on some of his skills. You wondered how Jean would’ve made the pie. If he would’ve added his own flare, or crust designs. Just thinking about it made you excited, hoping you both could someday. Reiner then started to roll, and place the crust. You both then finished your tasks. Thrilled with the results of your hard work.

“Phew, thanks for your help Reiner.”

“No problem. That was...a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Mhm...oh yeah! I left some filling here for you. I tasted it and thought it wasn’t sweet enough, but I kept it that way since you know...Bertholdt preferred ‘natural’ sugars,” you smirked as Reiner tried a spoonful.

“Haha, yup. Reminds me of Bertholdt. Also it's really tasty.”

“That’s good! Okay, let’s put it away now,” you put both the filling, and crust away. Letting both rest separately so you could bake them tomorrow (before meeting the families).

“I’ll pop it in the oven before leaving.”

“Sounds good. Thanks for letting me help...or contribute at least. Sorry if I was a nuisance.”

“Haha no, thanks for helping in general. Two pairs of hands are better than one, and you gave loads of help,” he then smiled, slipping his coat and shoes on.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“No, I insist. I’ll come instead. You’ve been walking me home a LOT as of recently. Let me come get ya instead,” he seemed hesitant when you answered. Not sure as to why, you tried asking hoping you could hear his reasons. But instead he pestered you, insisting on grabbing you instead. Now you could understand Jean (in some way). Not being able to understand him directly...was making you feel frustrated. Not only that, but you weren’t able to understand why he was acting like that.

Regardless, you eventually gave it. Though you found it suspicious, you decided to say no more. Not wanting to add tension, and instead, respecting his choice.

“Okay fine. Get me near ten-ish?”

---

“Alright, sounds good.”

You got up, did your morning routine, got dressed, and had a filling meal. Each year, you and Reiner didn’t wear anything formal. Rather, you both stuck with a simple semi-formal outfit (didn’t want to be too formal, nor too casual). You never wore the same clothing, but rather, switched it up while trying to stay coordinated. This year, you decided to match in white, and beige. You wore a dress shirt, your sleeves puffed, filled with lace, two ribbons (on each side), a beige skirt which reached your legs, and a straw hat. While Reiner wore a beige cardigan, beige slacks, a dress shirt, along with a fleece vest. Though it was a semi-hot day, it was hotter than cold. So he decided to hold his cardigan for the majority of the time. He also brought a black leather watch, and a brown fedora (type of hat). You decided not to go all out since you wanted your interactions to seem civil. Nothing up top to make the families feel comfortable.

You first went to the Galliard’s. Porco was home and didn’t seem happy with Reiner being there. Though there was some awkward tension, Reiner did his best to ignore any dirty glances. Trying to remember this visit wasn’t about Porco, but instead, Marcel.

“You know, Marcel was a boy with less aspirations for himself, but instead for the people around him,” Mr. Galliard stated.

Last night, Jean didn’t make his way back. You were a tad sad. Not being able to sleep with him there...felt unnatural. You really didn’t feel at ease in your own home. Constantly wondering where he was, if he was okay, or if he really had business. You honestly weren’t sure, but regardless, tried sleeping since today was important.

“I never saw my son as a child, rather, the embodiment of an adult. One with the thoughts, and responsibility of a grown man. I felt, and still do feel guilty though...he never got the chance to be one. To experience the childhood he should have.”

“Mhm,” you nodded after he said that.

“I truly regret not making him live the life of a child, and it pains me that he was instead forced to be an adult,” his wife then put a hand on her husband’s. Giving him a stare out of grief, yet relief as she then eyed the both of you.

“If my son had seen where you both are, he would be proud. He would be amazed with the work you both put in, and know that we are as well. We’ve seen the work Reiner puts in with Porco, doing his best to serve Marley with their titans. Along with you, Y/n. As you encourage and guide the Eldians to be the best they can. Both in the battlefield, and themselves personally. We truly are indebted, and hope you two will continue in the work you do for as long as possible.”

“Ah I see, I’m glad our efforts have paid off. I have to agree though, Marcel truly was a great person-”

“Tch,” Porco snarled as his mother then elbowed him. Reiner then continued to talk. Telling the three about the gift chosen, how you both thought it would suit Marcel, and who he was. Not just a comrade, but a dear friend as well. The pendant shone beautifully, and had a glint just like Marcel’s. The framing around the jewel caved around like it was a crown. Smooth, and precise edges, along with a clean finishing. The back also had an engraving of his name, along with leather straps which could detach. Framed in the box it came with and accompanied by two letters.

“You can read them whenever you would like. Although, I do recommend doing so when alone,” you told them, and then made your way to the door. Porco decided to escort you out. Though both you, and Reiner expected a cold gesture, he instead gave you an unexpected one.

“Thanks...for the gift. It means a lot.”

---

“Yes of course, no need to thank us,” Reiner responded for the door to then shut.

You both went to Annie’s house, hoping her father would be home. To your dismay...he wasn’t there...like always (on that day specifically). You tried knocking the door yet again, but to your “shock,” there’s no response. You see...on this day specifically, he refused to see either of you. He knew that your gestures were filled with good intent, but just...couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would always see you both whenever else, knowing that the topic wouldn’t arise.

“Let’s get going...Mrs. Hoover is expecting us.”

---

“Got it...Y/n.”

Still, it saddened you to say the least. The poor man was so hurt, and he couldn’t bring up the topic. Though you wanted to console him, even with the time given, it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen. You placed the box on his doorstep, leaving a note telling him of the gift, and why you chose it. Hoping he would keep it with him, and store it safely.

“Ah Y/n, Reiner! I haven’t seen you both in a while! Come, come inside!” Bertholdt’s mother said, for the both of you to enter their house. Pulling out chairs while her husband did the same. His father then started to brew tea, while the three of you (Reiner, you, and Mrs. Hoover) sat down.

“How have you been?”

“And I as well,” Mr. Hoover then placed the tea. The two lovers smiled at each other, and then sat beside one another. You were glad they weren’t in tears, nor upset. His parents (surprisingly) seemed to have taken his death unexpectedly. Not as something light hearted, nor sympathetic, but rather...very “well” in your opinion. They mourned when you had returned with no trail of Bertholdt, but got themselves together. Making good of his passing instead of sulking.

Reiner then pulled out the basket of apples, handing it to them. While you showed the bouquet full of flowers. You also held the pie in your hands while his mother went to grab a vase.

“It looks lovely Y/n, I’m assuming you used the apples?”

“Oh, I’ve been well,” you responded.

“Yes ma'am. Bertholdt’s favourite.”

“Speaking of my dear son, my one and only child… Oh how he loved such delicacies. I wish I made him more when he was with us. Not only that, but he was one himself, and I wished we would’ve handled him with more care. Being more fragile with such a thing….”

You see, his parents were really invested into the whole “Honorary Marleyin,” and “warrior candidate” events. They just wanted their son to exceed, and to know that he could go above and beyond. But in said process, instead of doing that...it gave the opposite effect. Making him feel less if anything. He knew they loved him, but their encouragement...seemed more discouraging to Bertholdt if anything. Disregarding his feelings, and thoughts to the opposition, convincing him that he was strong enough and could do it.

Never considering his doubts, nor fears. Instead, brushing them off and telling him he could excel. There was no comfort whatsoever, instead, expectations and tension which were burdened to him...and him alone.

“That was probably why he was so timid...because of how we treated him…. I truly do regret such a thing, but I was relieved to hear how he was a great and loving person to the both of you. Even if we didn’t get what “we wanted” from him, he received the things that he wanted for himself. Pushing himself to his limits, and persevering...without us.”

“Yes, he truly was an amazing person. The closest friend I’ve ever had,” Reiner said with a sincere tone. The father then stepped in, saying:

“Bertholdt would’ve loved to see how you both had grown to be so mature, understanding, and great in general.”

“Since he loved you both so dearly, he also would’ve been glad at the decision you two are making, about becoming one. Also, congratulations on that. I hope you both have the happiest of times while you can. Though, I won’t lie, I wished Y/n were the one to marry Bertholdt (she said jokingly). But even so, I’m happy for both of you. Reiner, you’ve got yourself one lucky lady, and Y/n, you a lucky man.”

“Yeah...I guess so,” Reiner responded.

---

You then thought to yourself. Would Bertholdt actually be content with the engagement? Though his mother had thought “yes,” you had thought “no.” He probably would’ve opposed, saying that the marriage would’ve been pointless, and unsettling. That being the case, his opinion gave you yet another reason for your opposition.

You both were done for the day, and were relieved for that. You were glad that two out of the three were there, liked the gifts given, and that you were able to show respect towards your comrades. So being that, you both were now walking. Yes, your destination would be home, but you weren’t sure as to what detours would be made. Both you and Reiner actually. One thing you were sure about, was that the man beside you seemed frustrated. Even though he should've relaxed since your tasks had just finished.

“Y/n, I don’t want to assume...but…were you the person who might’ve leaked things?”

“Oh...no. It wouldn’t make sense for me to, in all honesty…”

But then at the same time, she might’ve assumed so because of how long you were taking. Thinking you must’ve made a decision (by now) and just didn’t want to be vocal about it. Of course, that wasn’t the case and you made it clear to Reiner. He then decided to switch up the conversation, trying to avert from the unwanted thought.

“I forgot to ask, but were you able to get home safely that night?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“That means...oh gosh,” that’s when you both realized that the only person who could’ve, and would’ve done so...was his mother. You also remembered what Alexandra said, about his mother being ecstatic about the engagement. That point secured your thoughts. She was probably very excited, and had no malicious intent involved. She just wanted the best for her son, and you as well (thinking Reiner was the best for you). Regardless, it kind of annoyed you. Especially since you hadn’t made the decision, and she inferred you had instead of asking/confirming.

“That’s good.”

“And you?”

“Yeah, I did. I walked Gabi home first, then made my way.”

“Ahh I see,” yout both walked further for him to ask:

“Where were you the morning after? I thought you’d be at HQ, like you always are.”

“Ah well…” you couldn’t tell him about Jean, so instead, told him about Alexandra.

“Well, a friend of mine came over. We caught up and….” you couldn’t say that you were talking about him (his looks to be more specific), so instead, brought up the first few things which came to mind.

“She um, congratulated me.”

“Oh really?” he seemed glad and you went on.

“Not only that, but that most of the town knows…and that your mother seems ecstatic.”

“Oh no…” You then saw a burdensome look on his face.

“Haha yeah. She also asked if I had a wedding dress, or ring. Which I found kind of funny-” He immediately cut in.

“So what was your response?”

“That I have neither.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hm?...the real question is, what do you mean Reiner?” you then stared at the gentleman, awaiting for his answer.

“Oh...it’s just that...you do have one.”

“What?..”

“Not a dress of course, but a ring.”

He then Proceeded to tell you that he did have one ready. He felt guilty knowing that you had told her “no.” He thought that maybe you had felt bad, being that your answer was “no,” even though he did have one prepared. After all, ladies did take marriage as a big deal. And even though it was one out of friendship, he didn’t want to make you feel left out. Being considerate of such a big event.

Though you could’ve (and most likely would’ve) married someone after Reiner, it still was your first wedding. And your first anything should always be taken seriously.

“If I knew you were going to be bombarded with the other ladies bothering you...I would’ve given it sooner,” he fished a box out of his pocket, and handed it to you.

You then opened it to see a fairly modest design. It was a simple gold band. One with a centered jewel in an oval shape. There were also two other smaller stones which accompanied the ring, and the band sat in a black, velvet box. It was a very beautiful ring, and Reiner could tell you liked it (based on how you sat in awe). He was glad he got such a ring, knowing how simple you could be, and that it seemed to suit your personality.

“I’m sorry for not being able to get you better, but I hope that it’ll be enough for you to show other ladies. And hopefully...you don’t feel the need to humble yourself when with others,” you could feel the sincerity coming from him, and were thankful. But...you ultimately just...couldn’t accept such a gesture.

“I’m sorry Reiner...but I can’t accept this.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I just...can’t,” he then took the hint, and instead asked:

“Is it because you aren’t sure yet?” you then nodded, not giving him anymore context. He also did the same. Nodding and letting you be.

“But I insist...you should keep it.”

“Oh, really? And why is that?”

“Well haha, my mother will pester me less. But of course, only if you want. If not, I can take it back. I understand your decisions, and will respect them for when you’re ready.”

---

“You know what...sure, why not,” you didn’t want to be rude, and you also wanted to be less of a burden.

After receiving the box, Reiner does what he thinks is best. He shields you from others on your walk through town. Although they found his gestures quite adorable, he thought the opposite, but was glad there was no attention regarding the ring. Covering the box made you tense less, and his efforts were greatly appreciated. He understood the townspeople's intentions, but didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.

“Hey reiner...when it comes to deciding, how much time do you think I have?”

“According to what my mother said...maybe a couple months. That is...if you want to have a um...child of course. If not, really whenever. As long as I don’t die,” he chuckled and you nod, laughing yourself.

“I see, well...I’ll be sure to relay my decision whenever.”

You took notice of how tired Reiner was. His eyes drowsy, posture limp, and in general, was very out of energy. You decided to halt, stopping in front of him. Making his pace lessen as you stood still.

“Why do you look so tired? I know it’s not because of any drills,” you laughed as he looked to the side.

“Don’t worry too much about it...it’s nothing.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Come on Reiner...tell me! I feel like I play a part in it…. I’m not sure as to what, but yeah,” he then looked back at you. Though he contemplated his thoughts, he decided to be honest.

“Okay fine. As of recently, I've been pushed around by my mother, a couple elders, along with the civilians, and troops in general. Meeting whenever my mother arranged things, taking the time to accept gifts, being congratulated, and having conversations even when I don’t have the time. Though it should be fun, it’s really not. Especially when the warriors are on my ass for being late, and then I show up to meetings with a bunch of gifts. At first they were okay with everything, but as time progressed, they were uh...pissed with my appearances.”

You felt bad. Your delay was really taking a toll on Reiner, yet you felt like you couldn’t give him your answer. The pressure was immense, you would be letting people down, and the Braun’s would be in an awkward (gossip-ish) position after your rejection. But then again, you didn’t want to marry him anymore. You had Jean now, plus, Reiner was only doing his best since he wanted to make things right. Being your friend, trying to help build a future that might satisfy you when he’s gone. Imagining you living alone without benefits he could’ve provided, made him feel guilty. He already put you through so much, and although this wasn’t a huge step to redemption, it was one skid closer.

But honestly, you cared less (for the marriage, not his efforts). If you said no, the entire thing would be off his plate. Yet...you felt bad seeing how much effort he put in. You saying no would mean all of that effort being drawn to waste. You then decided to ask him what he would do with both responses. Towards both rejection, and the acceptance of his proposal.

“Reiner...what would you do if I said yes?”

“To my proposal?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I would marry you,” he smirked at such an obvious question. Not making fun of you, rather, just pointing out the obvious.

“Oh...yeah haha. Anything else though?”

“Maybe have a child...I mean of course, like I said...it’s up to you” seemed embarrassed to bring up the subject, which made you laugh.

“Okay...then what would you do if I said no?”

“Honestly I’m not sure, but, if that’s what will make you happy, so be it. If you want to love someone else, I won't stop you. If you want to love yourself, and you alone, I will support you. No matter what you do...I just want to be a good friend is all. Make up for all I’ve done.”

Just through that, you saw how serious Reiner was when taking this path to redemption. Though, not in the way you would have both envisioned, he was truly trying his best. Being a good friend, and doing his best to get you what, and where you needed to go. You were very touched by his sincerity, and words in general. Reiner was truly a great friend. Though questionable at times, and it would take time for you to wholeheartedly trust him, he was getting there. And would probably at one point.

“Thanks Reiner.”

“No need to. I’m content either way, so it’s really up to you.”

XII > XIV

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Intro/Fic Masterpost

(Updated as of 17/08/21: Dead links have been repaired and minor edits made to layout)

So, I’ve been in the Thunderbirds fandom for officially a decade now, and my first fic series isn’t complete yet. Life gets in the way, as we all know, but unless I specifically have a note on any of my stories on FanFiction.net or Ao3 that say they are abandoned, I always intend to get my stories completed. At some point.

I hang out on Tumblr to vent, muse and interact, mostly about fandoms. These include Thunderbirds (all three iterations), BBC Merlin, Harry Potter (I refuse to support R*wling in any form since finding out what an a-hole she is), Marvel MCU, Star Trek TOS/AOS and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. I do post stuff of my own, but recently it’s just been hop-on-tumblr-to-ignore-the-real-world shenanigans. *grins sheepishly*

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Click here for a bit of waffle about what I’m trying to achieve with my Thunderbirds ‘Bound’ Universe.

These are my fanfic stories to date. All except one are Thunderbirds so far, and this will be updated as each new fic is added, as well as any supplementary material I create. All these links are for fanfiction.net, but I am currently in the process of uploading all of my stories to Ao3, for those who prefer that site’s format.

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The Bound Universe:

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Red Holly and Hot Cocoa

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Pater Et Filii

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This time ten years ago I fell headlong into the Thunderbirds fandom.

What a freaking wild ride this last decade has been. Tenth anniversary of the publishing of Bound I is in March and I’ve still not completed the series lol. Not only that but it’s weird to think I somehow managed to read the entire archive of FanFiction.net in four months on my first summer after starting uni. No damn way would that be even a remotely human possibility now, and when I remember my posting schedule back then, phew I don’t know how the hell I made that one work. I’m so grateful for the friends I’ve made and the connections I’ve forged over this shared love of five brothers and their incredible calling.

This fandom, across all three incarnations of Tracys, and the amazing, talented, brilliant creators that make up the many arms of it have supported me through so many traumatising changes in my life. I will forever be in awe of how we band together, embrace, support and utterly embody the very core beliefs of International Rescue. I just needed to marvel at that.

Here’s to another ten years. Just wow.

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Fantastic. COVID Lockdown Number Fucking Five.

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Demi Lovato having come out as Non-Binary has just made me feel seen in yet another way. Don’t know them personally but I am so proud for their coming out! Hard enough to do it when you’re unknown and scared, let alone being a voice to so many people.

As always Demi is an incredible human, come through so many challenges in their life and still standing tall.

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Silent Treatment

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author: Allie

warnings: angst, some gore, talk about death. There aren’t really any, just a lot of feelings.

a/n: phew, okay, first post. Don’t be nervous, Allie, you can do it. Ah! Hi! I’m new to this! Please enjoy!

“Why do I always seem to find you in the infirmary?” You ask a dishevled Obi Wan with a knowing hand on your hip. His gaze flies from the expansive transparisteel to your eyes, a broad grin stretching his face.

“Where else would you find me?”

“I don’t know, elsewhere in the Temple.” You respond, checking your data pad then scanning his body for any injuries. “Or the senate building, perhaps. I don’t spend all of my time here, you know.” He lets out a chuckle.

“I know. But as a Jedi, I nearly always have an excuse to visit the med bay, more so than the senate building.” He remarks, his grin never faltering.

“It seems you live quite an opposite life from me, then.” You gather first-aid materials from the cabinets. “Senator Organa has been piling on the work. It seems the only time I’m not at the senate building is when I’m volunteering here-“

“Is when you’re spending time with me?” He grins playfully. You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at you lips.

“Patching you up, more like.”

“How is the Senator, by the way?”

“He is well.“

“Good.”

“Kind of you to ask about my mentor, Master Kenobi.” You smile as you prep a swab with antiseptic ointment.

“Well, his status tends to reflect onto you. I just want to make sure you’re well enough to fix me properly.”

You toss him another eye roll. His grin remains plastered.

“Now. What is your excuse for visiting me this time?”

“Well,” He began, “Anakin and I were assigned to guard Senator Amidala - there were recent threats on her life, my Padawan and I were the only ones available, you know how it goes. Anakin kept insisting that we investigate the matter, and I had to constantly remind him that we were there to protect, not interrogate. He was still difficult. Although, I’ve come to realize that when it comes to the senator, Anakin gets a little too carried away.”

“Doesn’t Anakin have a habit of getting too carried away?”

“Why, yes,” He chuckles, “However, I fear he has grown rather attached to her…” Obi Wan’s expression morphs, his grin faltering as he gazes at you. But it doesn’t remain long enough for you to decipher it. He shakes his head.

“Anyway, last night an assassin released a pair of Kouhun’s into the senator’s bedroom. Anakin sensed them just before I did. He ran in and killed the bugs just as I jumped out the window to-“

“You jumped out a window?!”

Obi Wan’s shit-eating grin returned.

“I’m alright, darling. I’m alive, aren’t I?” His assuring tone sends butterflies to your stomach. You shake your head and chuckle.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop unnecessarily putting your life at risk?”

“How many times have I visited the infirmary?”

“Obi Wan…” Your tone is stern yet compassionate, and he senses your concern.

“I’m sorry.” He says genuinely as he holds your eyes. You feel the butterflies flit around your insides again.

“Just don’t let me catch you back in here again anytime soon.” You finish patching up his face you don’t say anything about how he needn’t come to the infirmary for a scratch and he nods.

“I promise.”

“If you’ll wait just a moment, the doctor will be in shortly-“

“I think I’m alright,” He hops up from the bed and turns to you. “I only came to see you, anyway.” His eye drops in a wink and he jogs out the infirmary door.

*******

You should be paying attention, Representative Binks just moved to give the chancellor emergency power, but your mind keeps drifting back to what Obi Wan said to you in the infirmary: “I only came to see you, anyway.” You always knew that his injuries weren’t the only reason he visited the medical wing, but he never admitted it out loud before. And the fact that it was accompanied by a wink, well, the butterflies hadn’t stopped dancing since. You think about Obi Wan every day and every night, for that matter the whole week, and your mind is still spinning with thoughts of the suave Jedi. You wonder what he’s been up to, what missions he’s completed, what planet he’s on. And secretly hope he might dislocate his shoulder or sprain his ankle so he might remain in the infirmary for a few days when he gets back…

“Well, this is a terrifying turn of events.” Senator Organa’s words drag you out of your thoughts. You involuntarily hum at his exclamation. The senator turns to you.

“Have you been listening at all?” He asks, you wince.

“Not entirely, Senator.” He only sighs in response

“Will you be volunteering in the med bay this evening?”

“Only tomorrow.” You shake your head.

“Good. We have our work cut out for us. I need to send a message to Padme…” His voice trails as your mind returns to Obi Wan, your mind relishing in the sparkle of his eyes and the joy of his smile and how good his ass looks in those trousers. In all your years of knowing him, you only recently started noticing how handsome he truly is. Sure, he was attractive as a padawan, but it was more his humor and his nature that made you want to be his friend. However, as soon as he cut the braid and grew out his hair, he began to make you weak in the knees.

You would never admit it, though, at least not out loud, and especially not to his face. He is a good Jedi, dedicated to the council and the code. You are not convinced he would break it for an aspiring politician like you. So, you keep your pining to yourself, and cherish the brief moments you share in the medical wing.

*******

Two weeks after Obi Wan’s last visit, you get word of a devastating battle on Geonosis. Hundreds of Jedi dead, and the few survivors are to return in mere hours. Your mind instantly pictures your Jedi, the one you’ve foolishly grown so fond of. Had he been there? Did he make it out? Is he alive?

You tune your ears into the whispers buzzing through Senate. “Master Yoda came in with a clone army.” “Count Dooku is apparently a Sith Lord.” “Senator Amidala along with Master Kenobi and his padawan were captured and sentenced to be executed-“

Executed?! Your mind races against your heart, a neck and neck battle for the finish line. You bolt to the elevator, bouncing your knee and tugging the pendant around your neck, anxiously urging the machine to move faster. It reaches ground level. You don’t even bother looking for a speeder, the notorious Coruscant traffic will only hinder your mission. You run. No, sprint. With your shoes in your hand and the concrete hard on your feet, all you can think about is getting to the Jedi Temple as fast as possible, confirm that your Obi Wan isn’t dead.

The thought makes your heart shrivel inside your chest, and you aren’t sure if it’s the sting of the wind or your pain that pricks tears into your eyes. Obi Wan was permanent for you, a constant in your life. You wouldn’t know what to do if he were taken from you. Who else would brighten your day with only a smile? Who else would bring you such unconditional joy?

You don’t know how long it takes for you to arrive at the temple, but as soon as you do, you B-line for the docking bay, heaving and aching. You immediately spot Padme and Anakin being helped onto stretchers. You get closer and notice Padme has a gash slicing her back and Anakin missing an arm, but no sign of his Master.

“Where is he?” You pant when you reach them. Anakin looks at you, reassuring yet unsurprised.

“He’s already at the infirmary. He’s in better shape than I am.” He winces and your heart rate slows.

“Oh, thank the Maker.” You exhale and express your gratitude before darting up to the medical wing.

“Miss (Y/L/N), I thought you didn’t have a shift today-“

“I’m here to see Master Kenobi.”

“Oh!” The receptionist’s eyebrows raised. “He’s just inside. He’s been asking for you.”

Asking for you. You barrel into the infirmary and scan the now-filled beds for the familiar strawberry blonde hair. You pan the room, eyes frantic until-

There he is, tucked into the bed furthest on the left, as disheveled as ever. Your shoulders drop in relief and his eyes meet yours. His grin splits his face as you approach him, like your presence is the only treatment he needs. All you can see of his injuries are a few scratches on his face and his arm in a sling. You are sure that isn’t the extent of them, but he’s breathing, and that’s all that matters. But it doesn’t ease the constricting under your ribs. You can tell he senses your concern and his brow creases.

“I’m fine, darling,” His voice is hoarse. “I’m going to be fine. The doc said they’re just flesh wounds.” Wounds. There’s more than one. “A few days in a bacta tube and I’ll be back to normal.”

“I heard you were to be executed.” Your lip unwillingly trembles. “I thought you…died,” You whimper. “I…I thought I lost you.” Your knees buckle. Obi’s smile falters and he reaches for your hand.

“You could never loose me, little one,” He brings your hand to his lips. “Never.”

You tear slips down your cheek and you stare at the hand that so gingerly grasps yours. Seeing him alive and intact should be enough to relieve you, yet you can’t help the nagging, tugging at your heart. What if you really had lost him? What if he was reckless? Or outnumbered? Or worse, what if he decided to play the hero and sacrifice himself? What would have been left of you then? Would he have even thought of you before drawing his final breath? Would he be as broken if the roles were reversed…?

You gently drop your hand from his grasp and you watch as his brow furrows. Without another word, you back away and slowly make your way out of the infirmary.

*******

It’s been days, no, weeks, you lost count since you last saw Obi Wan. This time, however, it’s on purpose that you don’t see him. On the day of his so near brush with death you vow to limit your interactions with your favorite Jedi. It would be easier to forget him that way. You cancel your shifts in the infirmary and dive head first into your senate work. And it’s not like you have to try very hard to do so: Senator Organa is swamped with messages and whatnot since the start of the Clone Wars, and can’t go through it all alone.

On day 15 17 18 locked in the senator’s office, you get a call from a rather frantic receptionist at the med bay.

“Please, Miss (Y/L/N)- there’s an empty bed in wing 5 -we are so short staffed and- the saline packets are already prepped -we could really use your help.”

“I’m sorry, but Senator Organa and I are overloaded with work-“

“If they need you, (Y/N), you can go.” The senator interrupts. Your eyes beg him to provide you with an excuse - you know if the infirmary is overwhelmed, then Obi Wan Kenobi is surely among the patients.

“But Senator, there’s still so much to-“

“Go.” He smiles knowingly. “I’ll be fine.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You know the receptionist on the other side of the hologram could hear the exchange with your mentor, so there was no way to wiggle yourself out of this one.

“I’m on my way.”

This time on your way to the temple, you’ll take a speeder.

When you arrive, it’s chaos. 50 clones are packed into the first wing of the infirmary, and you can imagine how many more congest the others. You grab the nearest datapad and quickly start assessing soldiers, determining who can be cleared and who needs to stay over night. You’re just finishing up with your 39th? patient when a familiar voice materializes behind you.

“You’ve been avoiding me, little one.”

You pause, blink slowly and let out an exasperated sigh. You discharge the clone, he was in better shape then most of his comrades, and muster all of the courage you can to face your Obi Wan. He’s banged up, but not nearly as busted as the last time he visited. However his most disturbing injury is that his usually sparkling eyes are shrouded in confusion.

“I haven’t-“

“Don’t lie to me,” He’s stern, “I can sense it.” Hurt flashes in his eyes before fading into selfless concern. He can see you’re struggling, but he doesn’t know why.

“Master Kenobi-“

“Darling, you can talking to me. Whatever is troubling you, please-“

“Master Kenobi, this is hardly the time or place-“

“I’ll come to your apartment tonight, then.” He tries to calm the panic in your voice and smiles warmly. “For a cup of tea.”

You can hardly focus the rest of the day. He looked so small, his usual confidence eluding him. You dare, for just a moment, to entertain the thought that he might be just as terrified to loose you as you are to loose him. But an incorrect stitch on a soldier’s wound immediately shakes it from your mind. As the amount of patients in the infirmary dwindle, the chief medic approaches you.

“Your assistance is no longer necessary, Miss.” He shakes your hand “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“I’m happy to help.”

You make your way back to your apartment just as the sky starts to darken. You realize that Obi Wan never told you what time he would arrive. Of course didn’t, even without a schedule, his timing is always impeccable. You ponder what you might say to him. There’s no way to explain your recent behavior without confessing your feelings to him. But his eyes keep flashing in your mind; desperate, hurt, and confused. Is it at all possible he feels the same way?

You continue with your nighttime routine as if he weren’t coming at all. It’s better than just sitting and waiting at your kitchen table. You allow your body to take over and your mind to relax. The conversation you’re about to have is inevitable, there is no use fretting about it. You’ve been distancing yourself from him this whole time to lesson the pain of loosing him. Whether you lost him to his own mortality or to unrequited love, you are prepared nonetheless. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You almost don’t hear the soft knock on your chamber door. You’d been staring into space for longer than you care to admit, lost in the beating of your heart in your throat. Your eyes flick to the door and you swallow the lump you notice forming.

“It’s unlocked.” You announce meekly. The door creaks, and a just as timid Obi Wan steps through.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked, you know.” He closes it with a soft thud. On any other day, you would have come up with an equally witty remark, but in this moment, all you can do is nod.

“Have you started the kettle?” He asks, already knowing the answer. He meets you in the kitchen and goes straight to the cabinet where the tea kettle lived. He’s been to your place countless times before. But this time, it feels like a stranger is in your flat. You’re silent as he prepares the pot.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, darling.”

“Obi…” You mumble. “I don’t know where to start.” Obi wan pulls two mugs from a top shelf.

“That day, after I came back from Geonosis, I’ve never seen you so upset.” He explains.

“I was.” You revel in how patient he’s being with you. You can feel how desperate he is for answers, but he isn’t pushing you. It’s in this moment you realize how much you’ve missed him, how wrong you’ve been this entire time.

“I was so afraid of loosing you, Obi Wan.” You begin, and your voice cracks. Obi Wan stops prepping the tea. You take a shaky breath. “I understood that the threat was always there, but being so close to actually loosing you…it terrified me. I thought that by limiting my contact with you, that fear would subside, I wouldn’t be so attached to you anymore.” You find his eyes. “I realize now how wrong I was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I realize that I would rather have you in my life and risk loosing you, than not have you at all. I’d rather risk my heart breaking everyday because I know you don’t love me the way I love you-“

You gasp. Your hands fly to cover your mouth. You’ve never said it aloud before. You swore you’d never say it to him. You watch his eyes widen and panic seeps into your veins.

“Oh, Obi Wan, please forgive me. I don’t want-“

In two long strides, his lips are on yours, his calloused hands gently, desperately pulling your face against his. You’re caught completely off guard, worried words muffled by his gesture. You would have fallen if it weren’t for his sturdy grasp.

But despite your whirring thoughts, your body melts into him, and you allow yourself to be held…kissed. Soon, your mind follows suit, and Obi Wan senses your relaxation. He relinquishes your lips, slow but sure, and eventually opens his eyes to meet yours, wide and searching. You bring your hands to hover above his chest. You’re trying to form words, but they escape you. All you can think about is Obi Wan stroking your hair behind your ear. You accept defeat, unable to express all that you are currently feeling, and place your hands on his chest.

“I am sorry to have been breaking your heart for so long,” He whipsers, “But it baffles me that you think I do not love you.” He rests his forehead against yours. “How could I not?”

“But the code-“

“Code be dammed.”

“But it’s illegal, Obi. You’ll be expelled.”

“Shhh, darling. That’s a conversation for the morning. For now, just promise you’ll never ignore me again. I couldn’t bare it.”

Relief, true relief, relaxes your shoulders and exhales from your mouth. You slide your fingertips along the linen of his tunic to his now shorter hair, pressing yourself closer to him.

“I promise.” You vow against his lips, this kiss gentler and sweeter than the last, lost in the bliss and the warmth that is your Obi Wan.

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@shhhushhh

That was f*cked up indeed. And very poor decision to separate the siblings to start with.

Yeah, but probably more so in hindsight. I would imagine that Peyton was very excited to go and live in the big smoke, whereas Spencer wouldn’t have wanted to leave the Islands and his life built around sailing and the water. Something which he’ll probably never stop feeling guilty about.

@ktarsims

Yep, makes sense. Still not okay… but makes sense.

Phew! Spencer is a hard character to write (although never let it be said that I don’t enjoy challenging myself!) One post in particular took me days to write and revise. But I’m thrilled his behaviour and his actions make sense.

@muses-circle

Okay, the reveal about Spencer’s parents, his mom’s infidelity, and his sister’s death is why he’s such an ass towards Mia. He’s still an ass, but I get it. That being said, Spencer seems one second away from mass murder (he’s so angry) so he can’t totally blame his issues on his background.

No, he can’t, but hopefully his issues provide a little bit of insight into why he acts like he does. His anger is an emotional crutch. He thinks that if it ever dissipates, he’ll be letting his sister down. And it provides him with an illusion of control. And thank you so much for ‘getting it’. That means everything.

@skyburned

People can be awful and a lot of them shouldn’t have kids. Interesting thing about children though. Some turn out okay and some don’t no matter what kind of parents they have. Sucks for that woman’s kids though.

@muses-circle

Roy just can’t let it be a friendly game, even with his son, can he? The look JoJo and Jared give each other: priceless.

Nope, he can’t! His competitive streak will out every time. And I love that look too, especially when contrasted with what is going on with Roy and Angus.

@mysimsloveaffair

I love that last shot. I’m sure this scene would be a lot different between Joel and Jared.

Yeah, totally! I love the bond between Joël and Jared. They don’t even need words to communicate.

@skyburned

Roy’s reaction is not friendly at all. It’s pure joy at beating someone even if it’s a little boy. Mean. Not even juvenile (although there is that). Just mean.

I don’t dispute that Roy takes joy in beating someone, but he’s not as much mean as oblivious. He doesn’t set out to belittle or hurt Angus. He’s just someone to beat.

@dreamsongsims

It rarely works out that way. Roy isn’t using this as a teachable moment to encourage his son to keep working on his game, or even giving him pointers that would help Angus improve. Maybe I missed something, but it seems to me the only thing Angus learned is how to control his anger when his dad’s being a prick.

Yeah, true, Roy really needs to build up Angus’ self esteem by telling him what he did right. I hope in thirty years, when Roy’s knees have gone and arthritis has set in, that Angus completely destroys him on the football field!

@muses-circle

Bahahahaha oh Angus, you adorable kid. Keep embarrassing your father, it’s hilarious!

@skyburned

I see no downside to the education except understanding that it’s useful to hide it when talking to other adults. Discretion is a powerful weapon. Too funny though!!

@muses-circle

Yikes! That’s a really sad story. :( And, honestly? Kind of what I could see Roy doing at some point. :( :(

Yes, I was thinking the same thing myself.

@shhhushhh

Or Angus will geow up hating all sports as general and be more be more interested in female menstruation circles because someone who won over Roy made the cicles much more exciting topic to Angus than Roy made sports 😉

LOL!

@skyburned

Lecturing people on how to raise their kids never works. Joel is right. Competion with a peer is sometimes good (I HATE competion) but knowing your parent is more concerned with winning than having fun with you is not a good thing. Also those two are hysterical. I know you are but what am I….

Yeah, I guess talking to people about how to raise their kids is something you don’t do…like discussing religion and politics! I don’t think anything in Joël and Roy’s relationship has ever been off-limits, though!;=)

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Arrangements (part 4)

PHEW never thought I would actually be run out of ideas for this series I created right on the start of this blog neither that I was going to be filled with requests 😂 but finally is here the fourth part about it.

If you're not familiar, pls take a sneak peak on the masterlist that the three first part are all there, it won't hurt you promise 👀

Anyway. Enjoy it! (Or not, if that's the case I'm sorry)

You tighten the know made of sheets, certifications were never too much. Especially on this situation you got involved with.

Your dad was a wise man. Even though daring to contradict a contract with the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, he insisted for you to start preparing your escapade. His quirk on action as well while you prepared for in the middle of the night to jump from that balcony and escape that arrangement marriage.

You sweared on your life that this was madness, that you tried to deny your father's offer for his own safety, but he insisted. He refused to let his kid drown on a life with the mafia like he did... out of pure desperation.

You jumped when you heard talking from the other side and immediately covered your made up rope as you turned your front to the door. Widening your eyes a bit in fear when you catch those monotonous, cold, unforgiving golden eyes on you.

He didn't say a word, merely closing the door behind him. Never taking his glance out of you. He averted his eyes a bit only to carres a desk with that gloved hand of his, he soon bringed the said palm as he rubbed his index finger with his thumb, face the same as always ever since you met him.

"Dirty." He muttered in what only could be called disgust. A frow forming on his forehead as he inspected the room "Good for nothing subordinates I see." He mumbled nonchantly to himself as you gulped down the air stuck on your throat.

His amber eyes suddenly looked back at you, irritation present on this time as he spoke like you were some kind of mischievous child.

"I see that or you are throwing a tantrum about not eating for whatever reason, or you simply still haven't customized around the place." He sighed with annoyance as he arche done eyebrow "Which one is it?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his arrogance and curled your hands into fits, but still got your compusture together.

"Well, as some forced thing, clearly I wouldn't be on the most comfortable side of here." You spoke with a tad bit of fear, lowering your gaze down at noticing that he didn't even blinked while looking at you.

"Such childish thing." He scoffed and looked at the window of your room "In your place many would be considered lucky, be grateful for such a place on the Shie Hassaikai. But instead you are taking more time to simply get used to it?" He asked in sarcasm as you cringed.

"Grateful for it? Your men had dragged my father out of this place only because he didn't wanted to accept the deal!" You almost exclaimed and got even more furious at sieng how he didn't showed one bit of emotion on that face of his.

"For the subbordinates to take him out like that he must have done something. Nothing in here is done without a good reason for it."

"Yeah sure, the reason was because my father was a decent man that simply didn't took Arrangement marriage as a option?!"

"He had a debt with the headmaster." His gaze darkned as he took steps closer "And this was the price. Wanting or not you're an example of purity on this sick word, and a great partner to be. So this is both of us fate, so deal with it." He hissed the last words as you scoffed.

"Fate is not something to put up with." You glared back at him "Is something that us, human creatures, choose to make. And marriage should be done with people you love and have feelings for it, I don't even know you!"

"Trying to make me laugh? Humans in general are disgusting creatures that cant even see besides their own selves on the mirror, selfish and sick as always. And about that... word, what are you? Ten? This is not some make up story, this is real life." He got closer to your face and you could feel the warmth breath of his passing through his mask and hitting your face slightly "Love does not exist. What exist is desires, nothing more nothing less."

"Then you really had a bad as hell childhood man..." you muttered but immediately regreted at seing his calm eyes turning into wide and feral ones.

"You've got some disrespect there then." He growled as he towered over you like a wolf cornering a rabbit... ready to kill at any moment "Listen well. You are now my property. And there is nothing you can do to change that, or you accept in the good or in the bad way."

You scoffed at that but hitted the wall behind you, your nerves getting the best of you as the man returned to hsi cold, yet ready to attack at any moment, attitude.

"As if I'm ever going to listen a spoiled man that thinks that only because a deal was settled he gets what he wants. I dont know you, and neither you did little to earn my respect or my trust." Your eyes changed daggers with his glare.

"So in the bad way then..." he muttered lifting up his hand as he snuck one or two fingers under his gloves as you only furrowed your eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity.

Even before he xould finish, shouts were heard and both of you jolted your heads at that. But then... one of the many man's voices got your attention, making your heart almost jump out of your throat, your knees grow weak, mind goes numb as you could only mutter one word.

"Dad.." you whispered and somehow Chisaki managed to catch it before you stormed out of the room as he looked at you... curiously.

First person who dares to speak to him like that and quirkless no less? An interesting yet irritading little thing you were aparently.

You screamed at the scene in the front yard, your dad being pinned down by a much larger and muscular man as he grabbed your father by the hair and slammed his head right on one of the many path of stones.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you screamed and went to grab on the man's arm to at least try to prevent him from hurting your father no less.

"What is the meaning of this..?" The head master voice echoes as the man whose was beating your father answered.

"This man tried to get in boss. A thief or something."

"NO HE ISN'T!" You cried out loud while hitting his arms repeatedly "LET GO! UNHAND HIM!"

"No Rikiya." The elder sighed "This is one of my old debtors. What brings him here at this hours is what it doubts me."

You sobbed and the man, aparently the name was Rikiya, had enough of you bugging on his arm. Scoffing and throwing you away.

You prepared for a fall right on the dirty ground... not colliding with a chest and arms to prevent your fall and possible bruises.

The man himself, the one who just and argued with you, was there. Monotonous and stoic expression present as always as his face was iluminated by the moon and starts on the sky. He wasn't looking at you, yet was with his arms on you preventing you from failing.

The action didn't last long since he immediately pushed you away after some time, as he arched one eyebrow at the bloody nose and forehead man standing on his knees right in front of him.

"My commurate, care to explain to me what you're doing at such a hour in here?"

Your father didn't muttered a words as your heartbeat was in yours ears. Especoally when you saw two more man appearing out of no where.

The elder sighed while Chisaki lifted his hand to catch the headmaster attention, the old man sighing again before nodding apprehensively. Chisaki seemed pleased at that, snapping his fingers as some sort of call to one of the man, he merely pointed at your father after that as the guy nodded, walking close to your father before asking.

"What brings you here?" He asked while you stared at your father, his lips quivering as if he was holding himself back...

"I came in here to get my daughter back. I wont accept her to fall in the same fate of having to depend or even worse even live on some yakusa place." Your father and yours eyes opened up in horror as you felt a dark aurea coming from Chisaki from besides you.

"Now this is my option and my decision Chisaki. You've doen enough." He scoffed at that, averting his eyes away in anger as your own fixed on the headmaster.

"My old friend..." the old man frowned before sighing and returning to his old composture "You know the rules, betray and have one finger or member out."

No... god no...

"Yes sir." Your father mumbled as the man, Kurono came from behind you with a fucking katana. You could tell it was sharp by only looking at it.

No..!

Your father was released from Rikiya's grip and didn't even moved when Kurono got closer, lifting his sword just a bit as your father shakily offered his wrist.

"NO!" You shouted and the old man looked at you.

"Those are the rules young lady. Your father knows better then this."

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM!" Yoi sobbed and fell on your knees "I BEG YOU! ALL OF YOU! FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST HAVE MERCY!"

For some unknown reason Chisaki felt his chest tighten at the hysterical way you cried, making him even change looks between Kurono and your sobbing figurine on the floor.

"Please s-sir! H-he Is my only f-family! Dont hurt him!" You cried even more and even almost howled as the headmaster frowned.

"Why, isn't your mother..?"

"She is in a coma!" You exclaimed with tears rolling down your face as you spoke, making Kai's eyes go wide open "For about ten years! Please I beg you! Cut my own arm or finger, I dont care! Just dont hurt my father!" You cried in your hands as Chisaki saw your father's teary eyes looking at you, muttering something hoarsely...

It was your name...

He frowned at your figurine and sighed, grabbing you by the arm and lifting you up with a scoff. The headmaster arched one eyebrow at his sucessor making his way to Kurono, taking the sword out of his grasp and ordering the man to get up.

You stood unmoving on the ground, trembling like a leaf as you looked at the man you fought earlier extending the sword right at your father's chest, one inch or less as a distance.

Then he did something that made you confused, but at least got your breath back... he threw the sword on the ground, still staring at your father as he spoked something to him.

Your dad's eyes open wide at that before looking over you. You called weakly for him and he smiled, doing a little salute as he dismissed himself from there and excused for his actions.

Although, he called for Chisaki for something. The man arching one eyebrow at that before your father handed something neatly wrapped on a napkin to him, speaking to him as Chisaki did not even changed his facial expression.

And in one blink of an eye, the gates of the yakusa closed, you with teary eyes at the floor as your father looked back, one last smile before the gates closed.

You blinked the tears away as the mens present made their way back to their quartes, you looked down at the wooden floor of the balcony... wondering if what you saw was real... he had just gone away and neither of you got punished for it? You knew how the yakusa worked...

You gasped at noticing the shoes of your future fiance, looking up at him and seing hiw the moon this time gave him a form of the halo... his face already with the black mask emerged on the darkest, yet his golden eyes shined through it.

"Get out from the floor." He ordered nonchantly, you got up, almost tripping over again "Take a shower and go to bed. This is what we will call it a might so far, don't bother me with nonsense or dissobey orders."

And with that he was walking back inside, hands on his pockets as his heart thumped hardly on his chest, grasping it in his glived hand as a form to steady himself.

What the hell did you do..?

You looked in disbelief. It couldn't be right...Such a arrogant man like him just... saved your father form having a badly injury..?

Did you really knew him? Did you really knee the man called Chisaki Kai?

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raysofcrosby · 4 years

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 8

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥?" ━ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

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warnings: implied smut, otherwise some slight fluff and angst.

word count: 4,916 [i barely proofread this bc lack of sleep so plz dont h8 me]

authors note: phew ok i was a little scared that i wouldn’t get this out before sunday, but i literally forced myself to sit down and write (both as a way to destress and get this done) and voila, i finished! i hope you guys enjoy it, and as always, i love everyone for reblogging and liking! i love seeing your tags, and hearing what you guys think about the series! i hope you enjoy and without further ado, here’s part 8!

Your last few weeks with Tyler felt like you were living on cloud 9. As usual, you and Kennedy switched off on nights of who got the dorm room, so more often than not, you'd been at Tyler's. In those few weeks, while you were dedicated to studying and preparing for finals week, Tyler often pulled his charm and managed to get you away from studying for an hour or two, and as he put it, christen every surface in the house with you, though honestly, you wouldn't have been surprised if he had done that before. None of that mattered, his past didn't matter and neither did his former hookups because he was here with you. You went to bed with him almost every night either cuddling into his side, him cuddling you or the both of you cuddling with the dogs.

Literal Cloud 9.

But that easy lifestyle came to a pause as finals week loomed over you, Kennedy and your entire campus. Luckily for you, you only had three finals. One final on the first day, a final the morning before tonight's game and then one on Monday. Your first two finals you felt as if you aced them– their courses were an easy A and you never struggled or felt stressed whenever it came to studying or writing papers for them. Your last final, however, was the one you were the most worried about– and quite frankly, spent the most time studying.

Stupid Physiology and Anatomy.

You were determined to lock yourself away in the library after the game tonight to study for Monday, but as usual, Tyler invited you over, even offering to help you study. You accepted and like always, he picked you up from your dorm and took you home. Of course, not failing to stop at the grocery store so you guys could pick up some quick ingredients to make yourselves mini pizzas while you studied. A study break, Tyler called it. Though, while more tomato sauce ended up on the counter and ingredients were tossed around– and your pizzas turned out a little crispy...it was a fun distraction, one that you were grateful Tyler planned and one that he knew you desperately needed.

However, when dinner came and went, you plopped down onto the couch in his living room and broke out your study cards You set them out all around you and started to plan out where you'd start when Tyler came down and plopped beside you. You were suspicious at first because you could feel him staring at you from the corner of his eye, but you brushed it off. It wasn't until you felt him creep his hands around your waist and press a kiss against your neck, did you realize what he was trying to do.

"No, Tyler. I have to study!"

He pressed another kiss to your neck, higher this time before pulling away and pouting at you. "It's anatomy, I like to think that you know enough about that."

You laughed, turning at him and poking him in the chest with a card. "Not the point Seguin. How am I supposed to for sure know what a–" you took a glimpse at the card. "Epiglottis is, if I don't study?"

Tyler looked off and mumbled to himself before looking back at you. "That's the thingy that stops food and water from getting into your lungs, right?"

You flipped the card over, reading a definition that summed up what Tyler had said. "Lucky guess."

"No, not lucky guess," he pulled you closer to him. "If I know what any of this fancy stuff means, then you do too. Because I only know it from helping you study, which no offense...is a shit ton, ya nerd."

You sighed, staring down at the card and feeling his eyes burn holes into your head. "Tyler..."

"Pleaseeeeee?" He started to squeeze your sides before tickling your waist. You smacked at his hands, trying to get them away and failing. "Please, please, please?"

He lied you down onto the couch and you sighed, smacking his chest with your card. "Fine."

He leaned down and kissed you before pulling away and sitting up, taking off his shirt. He looked down at you and wiggled his eyebrows. "If you're so torn up about not studying...you could always study me?"

You smiled, reaching up and wrapping your arms around him and tugging him down closer to you, nudging your nose against his own. "Studying can wait."

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Your studying session took you from downstairs on his living room couch, to upstairs on the theatre couch. While Tyler had managed to strip you from your clothing downstairs, he carried you upstairs, fully clothed and even offering you a pair of boxers and a shirt because 'it was only fair for what I have planned next.'

What he had planned next, of course, was studying...but a studying game he made fun. He'd help you study your cards by using reading them to you and if you couldn't tell him the definition and point out where the card belonged, then you'd have to strip (see how unfair?) And for every 15 cards you got right, he'd strip. Of course, Tyler being Tyler started to pout when you were still dressed in his t-shirt and boxers and he was left with nothing but 1 card left and his boxers. When you got that last card correct and he had to full-on strip, he was even more upset. Though, he didn't let that fully show until after he congratulated you on being smart and reassuring you that you'd ace this final.

And of course, you rewarded him with some good ole fun since he helped you study for a while, but then after that, it was back to studying again. And that was the routine: Study, break, study– just like that. Now, the two of you were relaxing on the couch. He was sitting up and you were lying down, your head rested on his thigh, the both of you covered with your shared blanket as he rubbed your arm with one hand and played with your hair with the other one.

"You know, for someone who played 65 minutes of intense hockey...you sure do have a lot of pent up energy," you turned your head and looked up at him. "four times in three hours is...a little aggressive."

His childlike smile took over his face as his smugness crept in. "If you keep moving your head, it's going to be five times." He leaned down and kissed you before sitting back up. "Let me guess. Was Cole a one and done, kind of guy?"

You felt a little embarrassed to reveal your past sex life to Tyler, especially since you knew how much he disliked Cole, but that soon eased. "More like once a week and that stopped before summer."

Tyler burst into laughter and you felt yourself at ease when the vibration from his chest echoed throughout his body. You could listen to him laugh for hours on end and never get tired. "No wonder why you're able to keep up with me." He poked at your nose, "you've got pent up energy too."

You laughed and swatted his hand away, sticking your tongue out at him. "It's all fun and games until you break a hip, Seguin."

"Eh, I don't see that happening anytime soon," he smiles, nodding back down at his lap.

You roll your eyes and look up at him. "Better calm down boy, because we've still got some studying to do."

"If it leads us back to where we are right now, then I'm perfectly okay with that." He smiled and you reached an arm up and cradled the left side of his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your nose and then your lips, resting his forehead against your own. "I think I could stay like this forever."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd love to have me in your lap forever, Seguin." You joked, looking at him.

Only then did you see the look in his eyes that you'd never really noticed before. It was a soft, tender look, one that you'd only seen in movies or described in the Nicholas Sparks books your brothers teased you about. "Well yeah, but no...I meant–"

A creak, following by a thud caught your attention and you were silently curing whatever it was that interrupted whatever Tyler was about to confess. "Did your front door just open?" You asked, pulling away from Tyler and looking towards the open theatre room door.

"Hey Seggy, it's just me! Are you here?" Oh shit, you knew that voice anywhere...it was Jamie.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler grunted, scrambling off of the couch and standing up quickly, resulting in you falling onto the floor with a thud. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry," He apologized, stepping over you and looking around for his shorts and putting them on.

You reached out for your fallen blanket and wrapped it around your body. "What is he doing here?!"

"I don't know, it's almost 1 A.M." He whispered back, rushing towards the door and turning back to you. "Just...stay here."

No sooner than he disappeared around the corner and down the stairs, did you take in your surroundings. You grabbed all of your study cards and your notebooks, quickly shoving them beneath the couch. Your heart was racing and it felt like you could pass out at any moment. This was the worst-case scenario– Jamie walking in on you and Tyler before you ever had the opportunity to tell him about your relationship. You'd spent weeks, thinking of this scenario and telling yourself that it wouldn't have a chance of coming true...and yet it was right downstairs. I mean, there's no other way you'd be able to explain exactly why you were naked in Tyler's house.

"Oh, dude did I...interrupt you?" You heard Jamie say as you paused your clean up and moved a little more towards the door to wait for the 'coast is clear' sign.

"What? No...why?" God, could Tyler be any more panicked? Just by the way he stuttered over his reply, was enough for Jamie not to believe it.

"Because there are women's clothes on your couch...unless this bra is yours?"

Your eyes widened as you mentally smacked yourself for ever letting Tyler undress you on his couch. He didn't strip out of his clothes down there, which was evident by the fact that you were the one stranded in a blanket and he was in the comfort of his running shorts.

"Oh uh...yeah, uh..."

"Jesus Tyler, get it together," you whispered, closing your eyes and resting your head against the door frame.

"Dude...are you back with Maisy again?"

"WHAT? No...why would you think that?"

Jamie paused and it killed you not to know why he did. "SMU? Is this her sweatshirt?"

You could feel yourself begin to sweat as the fear of Jamie recognizing anything down there as yours, set in. He even bought you that sweatshirt your freshman year move in! What if he recognized it as yours? Did Tyler had the capability to play it off as you leaving it here from the last time you watched the dogs? Honestly...probably not.

"Oh Uhm," Tyler cleared his throat, once, twice...and a third time. "No, it's not Maisy's."

"Let me guess," Jamie sighed, probably tossing your sweatshirt onto the back of the couch. "You found another hot girl from SMU then?"

"Well, yeah she's pretty hot," Tyler replied, and you could tell by the way that he ended his statement, that he was smiling and you couldn't help but wonder if you should be flattered that Tyler said you were hot or scared of your current situation.

"Dude, you've got to stay away from the college girls! No college girl is worth the drama, even if she's smoking hot. I mean, did you ever listen to Y/N and her Cole drama? Or the drama from this last year? You're wanting to put up with more of that?"

"But–"

"Anyway," your brother sighed. "Y/N asked me to come by sometime to pick up her Psychology or Anatomy book or whatever. I guess she left it here when she sat the dogs last week. She's been so busy with finals, so she forgot it and I forgot to come by before the game today. But I'm with Bish checking up on their house so since we're in the neighborhood, I thought I'd stop by."

Now you really wanted to smack yourself. In the mess and stress of finals and hanging out with Tyler and the pups, you completely forgot that you had asked Jamie to stop by and pick up your book. Though, in your defense...you weren't supposed to be here anyway.

"The Physiology and Anatomy one?" Tyler must have seen the confused look on Jamie's face, so he cleared his throat. "She's been complaining about that course whenever she tapes up my ankles– huge bore of a book. Do you know where she left it? I can grab–"

"No, no. You go back to your girl." Jamie patted Tyler on the shoulder, "she told me where she left it. I'll just grab it and go."

You could hear Jamie's footsteps come up the stairs and it was like you were frozen in place. You had told him it was in the theatre, which is where you did most of your studying at Tyler's. When your eyes scanned the room, you saw it lying on the left side of the couch, right on top of the small side table. You considered running across the room and shoving it under the couch until you focused in on how close their footsteps were.

"No, really...I can grab it for you. You wouldn't want to leave Bish in the car!" Tyler said, obviously trying to prevent Jamie from coming up the stairs.

"He's not a dog, Segs. Plus the A.C. is on...I think he's good. Now really, you go back to your girl, I'm a big boy. I can find a college textbook."

There were no good places to hide in the theatre room and you could feel the panic in your chest only continue to rise. There was not enough time to book it across the hall and into Tyler's room without risking being seen and identified by Jamie. You looked to your right and saw the little crook that Tyler's door made, rest up against his entertainment center. A designing flaw you'd pointed out to him many times– but not one Tyler cared too much about to fix. Right now, you felt like hugging that stupid flaw, because it was about to become your saving grace.

You quickly opened the door and ducked into the space, pulling the door right behind you and casting you in the crook. Just as you went to peek through the crack to see if they were near...they walked into the room. You held your breath as you saw Tyler relax a little bit, knowing that you had managed to hide just in time. You moved away from the crack in the door, pressing yourself against the wall as you heard the two of them move around.

"She said it was in here somewhere...."

"Are you sure she left it here? I haven't seen it."

"I mean," Jamie paused, digging into his sweatshirt pocket for his phone. "She texted me yesterday saying that she desperately needed it and forgot it in the theatre. But she's also really stressed...so it's possible."

"Great! Then maybe she just–"

"I just thought that I'd come and check, just in case. Acing these finals means a lot to her. Plus Jordie and I are planning a huge Hawaii trip for her and Kennedy after graduation. So I just don't want her to stress herself out too bad and ruin her chances at getting a good grade...just because of this book."

You felt a twinge of guilty hit your chest hard. Jordie and Jamie were currently planning an amazing trip for you and your best friend...and you were not only hiding the biggest secret from them but also currently hiding behind a door...naked and wrapped in a blanket.

"HA!" Jamie yelled, scaring you and almost causing you to jump and knee the entertainment center. "I found it! Physiology and Anatomy, perfect!"

"Huh, I guess she really did leave it." What a liar, since the two of you were just using that book for a guideline to your cards.

"Hey, do you know that your entertainment center is completely blocking your door?"

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

Your heart was hammering against your chest as you closed your eyes and prayed that Jamie would stay as far away from your location as possible.

"I mean, either you need to get this door realigned or figure out a better place for your entertainment center, man. This door closes too fast?" You watched in horror as Jamie's fingers curled around the upper side of the door. He tugged it towards him, revealing you and your hiding space as his attention was all on Tyler. "It could really damage it."

You looked at Tyler as you gulped, sending him a helpless look. His eyes were wide and staring in your direction, as Jamie held all of his focus on Tyler. "Why do you look like you've seen a–" Jamie finally turned to you, "Y/N?"

You were speechless. The moment you opened your mouth to explain, your throat dried and it was as if you forgot how to speak. You could see Jamie was still trying to register in his brain why you were there. You watched helplessly as his eyes traveled down to your blanket before coming right back up. It was scary, watching his eyes gloss over and darken all at once– something that only happened whenever he was really angry...or on the ice.

"Bish and Jordie were right...weren't they?" He turned to Tyler and you already knew what was going to happen. "You're sleeping with my sister?"

Tyler opened his mouth to speak, stuttering to come up with an answer at first as he looked at you over Jamie's shoulder. "Listen, Chubbs it's not–"

In a flashing moment, Jamie swung at Tyler, landing a solid hit right on Tyler's eye. "Are you sleeping with my fucking sister, Tyler?"

You pushed past Jamie and rushed to Tyler's side, tugging your blanket tighter against your body before placing yourself in between the two grown men. "Jamie, stop!" You yelled, your voice cracking since your throat had been so dry.

You turned your attention to Tyler, who was just nodding you off as you brushed your thumb against the warm red spot beneath his left eye. "Jesus Christ," Jamie scoffed, shaking his head as he rested both hands on top of his head. "Jordie and Bish were right. You two are...you're..."

You've always heard the phrase of someone 'turning green' whenever they were going to be sick, but you never understood it until you looked at Jamie in this very moment. The look in his eyes and his expression on his face said it all– he looked as if he could throw up at any moment. He went to say something again, closing his mouth before turning away from you and Tyler and rushing out of the room.

"Jamie!" You called out, turning to Tyler who just nodded at you to go after him.

"Jamie, stop!" This time you screamed, feeling the desperation practically leaking from you as you held the blanket tight against your body and ran down the steps after your older brother. "Please, stop!"

Yet his steps hadn't faulted and he kept the same pace and his back to you. He didn't need to turn around for you to understand just how mad he was. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he came to a stop at the front door. "Jamie, please..." You cried, not even realizing that tears had started to fall down your cheeks until you heard yourself speak.

He kept his back turned to you for what felt like hours but was only seconds. "When?" He asked, finally turning to you, his look of anger still plastered on his face. "When did this all start?"

"I-I mean I've had feelings for him for a while and we-we've been flirting and–"

"When did you start having sex with him? Halloween?" The loud and harsh tone of his voice, startled you back a few steps and for the first time, you were scared of your brother.

"N-no! Not until I broke up with Cole." He turned away from you again, this time grabbing the doorknob and you reached out for his arm, grasping onto his sweatshirt sleeve. "P-please, Jamie just...listen, please."

Jamie starts to turn the knob, ignoring you before he took a deep breath and sighed, turning back to face you with a look of hurt written all over his face. "I just...I don't get it! Don't you know his reputation, Y/N?" He asked, his left hand waving towards the stairs. "It's not a lie! He sleeps with girls all the time, it's who he is!"

You tugged the blanket tighter, letting your grip on his sweatshirt sleeve fall. "It's different with me J. I...I think I–"

Before you were even able to confess your feelings, Jamie brushed them off with an aggressive scoff. "Don't even say it, Y/N. Do you really think that you love him? That he loves you?" His voice was getting higher and if you could shrink into the floor, you would. "He's not even capable of loving someone, Y/N! And you–" he drops a hand at you, shaking his head. "You're just a kid."

"I'm almost 22-years-old, Jamie. I'm not that little girl with pigtails following you, Jenny and Jordie around like a puppy. I'm a big girl capable of making decisions and I know what I feel!"

Jamie just stared at you as you felt your confidence start to dwindle off, just as fast as it appeared. But then you saw it, a small moment in his eyes where his anger subsided and he seemed to be taking in your statement. Maybe this was it, maybe he wouldn't brush off your feelings for Tyler like it's a pre-school crush, and actually take you seriously. For that moment, he was the big brother that you went to for so many years when you skinned your knee and needed someone to hold your hand while your mom drowned the wound in hydrogen peroxide.

And no sooner than that moment opened up, it closed off again the moment his eyes wandered off of you and to the area behind you. His eyes glossed over and darkened once again, pushing your comforting big brother aside. "You asked me about Maisy? Well, there's a reason why he never let her post anything. Because she was nothing more than a hookup. A piece of ass that he could call when he was lonely and needed to get laid." His eyes wandered back down to your blanket and you pulled it tighter against you as he looked you back in the eye. "What makes you think that you're any different than her?"

He turned back towards the door, only for a moment before turning back and looking at you. "I'm down with you." His eyes looked over your shoulder. "Both of you."

He opened the door and walked out, slamming it hard behind him. "Jamie!" You cried out, staring at Tyler's front door, knowing that going after him was not an option. When you went to take a deep breath, sobs escaped from the back of your throat and your legs felt like buckling beneath your weight.

You turned around to see Tyler standing there and looking somber, dressed up in sweats and a t-shirt, which was a whole different outfit from when he answered the door. His eye was starting to swell and it only served as a reminder of everything that had just happened in minutes. He places your clothes in a neat pile and looked at you, taking in your tears. You walked towards him, wrapping your arms around him and feeling him return your embrace...only somehow, he felt distant.

You pulled out of his arms and sniffled, wiping your cheeks on to your arm as he pulled the blanket tight against you, again. "I think you should leave. I can go pack up your backpack and call you an uber."

It was as if he drove a stake through your chest with those two sentences. You nodded, only because if you were to speak, you'd let out more sobs you were holding. He handed you your clothes before disappearing up the stairs.

The moment he was out of view, you made your way to the downstairs bathroom and locked yourself inside of it, letting your sobs escape. You played the details in your mind: Jamie's face, the spite in his words. How distant and cold Tyler just seemed to you. Like he was brushing you off as just another random hook-up with his uber comment when normally you'd be staying the night or he offered to drive you back to campus.

As you got dressed and splashed water onto your face, you took in your reflection. You hadn't realized just how hard you had been crying until now. Your face was flushed and your eyes swollen and red. You splashed some more water onto your face before drying it off with a towel, leaning against the counter and letting your head drop.

Everything has changed.

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"Have a good night Ma'am and whatever it is that has you so upset...I'm sorry." Your uber driver, a friendly elder man said, giving you a soft smile and offering you a candy cane from his candy bowl.

You smiled, sniffling as you took one. "Thank you and I'm sorry for being such a mess."

"Oh don't apologize. I remember what it was like being your age. It's a difficult time, and I'm sorry if I'm just overstepping here...but young men at this age? Wouldn't be able to see the women of their dreams if she was standing right in front of his face. So don't let him get you down and you just go ahead and focus on school and being your best self? Okay?"

You nodded, closing the door and watching as he drove away. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders and stuff the candy cane into your sweatshirt pocket, wiping your cheeks on your sleeves. You hadn't stopped crying the moment you got into your uber. Hell, it was a miracle you had managed to stop crying when Tyler came to get you from the bathroom.

He had knocked on the door, giving you only seconds to collect yourself and grab the blanket before opening the door to him saying: 'The uber is here'

And all you were able to say was 'Okay.'

The walk from the bathroom to his front door was awkward– you just followed behind him like a lost puppy, trading his blanket for your backpack. He had opened the front door and you walked outside, expecting him to follow after you– only when you turned around, he was rested in the doorway and nodding his head at the end of his driveway. You couldn't think of anything to say except for– "See you"

And all he did was nod and watch you walk down the driveway. When you got to your uber, you turned around to wave at him, only to have your heart sink into your stomach when you noticed that the door was closed. That's what started your endless tears in the uber. He didn't even bother to make sure that you were safe getting into the uber and didn't even bother to shoot you a text to ask you to text him when you got to your dorm.

Speaking of which, walking to your dorm right now at almost 2 A.M. felt like an extreme walk of shame, though since it was finals week...maybe you could pass it off as you coming back from a hardcore study session that just caused you to spiral into a mental breakdown. When you got to your room, you opened it and walked in to see Kennedy and Big Rig chilling on her bed, watching Netflix.

"Hey babe, how did studying go?" When she turned to look at you, she immediately took in your appearance, tossing off her blankets as you made your way to your bed.

You dropped your backpack onto the floor, keeping your face hidden from them and trying to best to keep your cool. But the moment Kennedy started to rub your back, your bottom lip started to quiver and you let out a sob. You heard Big Rig shift in Kennedy's bed as he paused their show and you kept your back to the both of them as you climbed up onto your bed.

"Am I kicking his ass?" Big Rig asked, causing you to let out another sob and you saw Kennedy wave him off as she rested her arms on your knees.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" She asked, tapping her finger against one of your knees and causing you to look at her.

You sniffled again and looked at both of them through teary eyes. "Jamie knows."

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Mewni at last! Phew! I thought they’d never get there! Nice to see the old fashioned medieval realm ruled by its goth queen and her monster husband along with their hybrid princess and everyone happy and-WHOA! Hold up! What’s goin’ on here? Where is everyone!? Why is it so quiet here!? Can someone please explain this to me!?:

*Ready, Aim, Fire-Okay, so last we checked, Star and the gang went to The Realm of Magic, got high, made a family with some corrupted baby unicorns, almost got stampeded on by a corrupted unicorn and First Born zapped ‘em to Mewni despite what Star said, but that was an emergency! So where are they now? Well, they’re seperated as what happened last time with Star and Moon, but they were in Mewni none the less. Let’s check off:

•Marco

-Dimension:Mewni

-Place:Lint Catcher

Relax! The Lint Catcher was turned off when he got there. Remember guys, it’s in Butterfly Castle and the place is in ruins. He avoids that freaky crow, Sebastian, and if there’s Sebastian, there’s Mina Loveberry! Last we checked, she was “haunting” the castle (“Ghost of Butterfly Castle”) and was plotting against Eclipsa (“Cornonation”). Those two weren’t the only ones that were there, the MCH was there with them! They’re working with her! Don! Don! Don! Ho-ly Sh*t! What’s worse!? Mina has that giant suit of armor ready! With a sword! Marco secretly saw the whole thing and now needs to find Star and warn her about this.

•Star

-Dimension:Mewni

-Place:Doop-Doops Shed

Star ignores Doop-Doop and his sad neediness when she sees some destruction going on in the Monster Temple and goes to look for her mom in the Yurt Village...............which now has a moat! Moon tells Star that there’s trouble going on in Mewni, so they put the Yurt on lockdown and that Star needs to stay with them. Uh, Moon........(smacks mouth) is there maybe something you’d like to tell Star?...........something that maybe you found out about in your old home? From an old friend! Who has a few screws loose! You uh (smack mouth)......you got anything to tell her now! No! Well then, I guess you just want your daughter to die then huh Moon! Fine! :P

•Janna

-Dimension:Mewni

-Place:Meteora’s Bedroom

Janna finds the monster village being under attack by Mina and notices her boot. Janna, honey, sweetie, poison apple of our eyes, I know you’re real clingy with your boot and everything (“Junkin’ Janna”), buuuuuuut this b*tch be crazy! Eclipsa and Globgor step in to fight against the Mecha Knight to save themselves and everyone else by hiding them in the temple, but it’s too strong. That sword Mina had with her did a nasty number on Globgor and I think we know why *cough*it’sSolariasblade*cough*. Ouch! And we all know what a big Anti-Monster she was! Janna assures Globgor that Eclipsa has got this though. Eclipsa did everything she could to stop her, EV-RE-THING! and the last we saw, it looked to be game over!

•Tom

-Dimension:Unknown

-Place:Unknown

I seriously do not know what happened to Tom. We saw Marco wake up and see danger, we saw Star wake up and see danger, and we saw Janna wake up and see danger, but no Tom!? Did he not get zapped to Mewni or did they just ran out of time for his scene in a 11min segment episode? Let’s hope he’s okay...............and back to normal.

Recap here! In “Corononation” Eclipsa and Globgor we’re finally accepted in Mewni as the new rulers after witnessing their harmlessness and family love. However, despite that, the MHC still can’t accept that! So Rhombulus wasn’t actually “jailed” and that whole stunt with the “freeing Globgor to frame Eclipsa to get the Mewmans to distrust them” backfired on them and they had to cover it up! I don’t get it!? Why do they hate Eclipsa so much!? The people accept her and her family! They’re harmless! So what the f**ks the problem! Are they just as Anti-Monster as Mina Loveberry! Cuz hypocritical much! THEY’RE MONSTERS TOO! You know, when Hekapoo told Marco to stay on Earth in “Gone Baby Gone” and shut down all the portals to Mewni (“Jannanigans”), I thought she wanted him safe. Turns out, she didn’t want him to know about their dark secret! She’s still the only one doubtful about trusting Mina (she wasn’t “following the plan”) knowing damn well she’s cray-cray! Are they really that desperate to get Eclipsa out to work with her!? WOW! Glossaryck, CAN YOU PLEASE DISCIPLINE YOUR UNRULY CHILDREN! WHY MUST YOU JUST FLOAT AROUND AND DO NOTHING!? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU SEE EVERYTHING COMING! You know what!? Janna was right! You are no help! :P. Mina just can’t take that her time of the war between Monsters and Mewnmans is over with and is terrible at adapting to her new era! She’s stubborn as f***! Brainwashed to hate and “Kill All Monsters” no thanks to that Solarian Metaphorsis spell that was put on her and she’s now the new most powerful character in the show! And Moon! WTF Moon! Aren’t you gonna tell your own daughter about who’s behind all this destruction! HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA KEEP THIS SECRET!? You know damn well Eclipsa isn’t fully experienced with magic to take on Mina! Poor Star though. Just when she thought she was done helping Eclipsa, she’s pulled right back in again! Ugh! It never ends does it! Globgor put in a fight with Mina, but that Solarian blade was made to weaken monsters of their power. It’s fueled by Solarias aggression to monsters! (take a chill pill there) and it’s a very stark contrast to Eclipsas Pro-Monster interests. Unlike Mother, Unlike Daughter. Eclipsas darkest spell (“Black Velvet Inferno”) was like a kill spell, but it didn’t work on Mina! O-M-G! That’s major! As for Tom, well, idk? Maybe he’s in the Underworld!? Or in Lava Lake Beach!? Or maybe he’s still in the Realm of Magic cuz he never did get outta that seatbelt and was still blazing ugly in his demon form!? Where in the World is Tom Lucitor!? I really don’t know! What’s the MHC up to!? Will Moon ever tell any one about Mina!? Is Globgor gonna be okay!? What happened to Eclipsa!? AND WHERE’S TOM!?................well, if you know the plots for next week, I think we might have an idea.

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Thumbs Of Steel

Day 3 (part 2)

Traditional Thai massages hurt. They hurt like the masseuse is angry at me. Like I disrespected their mother in High School and they’ve been nursing a revenge fantasy ever since.

Massage spots litter Thailand. Walk a block in any city in any direction and you’ll likely pass at least one.

An hour-long massage costs about 200 to 600 bhat. That’s roughly $6 on the low end, $18 on the high. Hour-long massages in the states run at least $50, and can range from $100 to $200 if they’re upscale. They are waaaaaaay cheaper here.

Lisa and I decided to try our first full body traditional Thai massage in Chiang Mai at the picturesque Fah Lanna Spa.

Lanna looks like a zen Garden of Eden. It’s all garden paths, jungle plants, wooden bridges over burbling ponds, and massive coi fish.

After we signed up, lisa and I were led upstairs by our masseuses to a quiet, dark-wood room. The masseurs — two women in their 40s or 50s — gestured for us to change into a pair of loose-fitting drab robes. After dressing, we laid face down on a pair of thin mattresses positioned side by side on the floor.

Then the massage started.

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Legend has it that Thai massage was invented over 2,500 years ago by Shivago Komarpaj, an ancient doctor-to-the-stars, who was personal physician to the Buddha.

Reality is a bit less sensational, but in some ways more interesting.

Historically, Buddhist temples were the place locals visited for all types of healing — medical as well as spiritual. Massage was seen as just one more kind of medicine and was practiced and taught within those temples.

There’s evidence of this at Wat Pho (the temple in Bangkok that houses the enormous reclining buddha). Scrawled on the walls of the Wat are murals depecting Thai massage techniques. The murals date back to the early 1800s.

Because of TTM’s close ties to the buddhist religion, there’s a spiritual sheen surrounding the practice today.

At the start of most massages, the masseuse presses his or her hands together in prayer and bows, giving thanks to Komarpaj — the fabled creator of TTM — for passing this tradition down through generations.

After the bow though, all bets are off.

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I am a lump of dough and my masseuse, Joy, is the rolling pin.

She rotates my head delicately between her palms. She digs a black wooden stick into the bottoms of my feet, which hurts but leaves a lasting warmth. She yanks each of my arms until my shoulders pop.

Then, she positions her iron thumb on a pressure point near the tendon in my elbow joint and presses, leaving her finger digging into my skin until pain begins to drip down the length of my forearm.

10 seconds pass. The pain continues. I breath. It doesn’t help much.

Laying next to me, Lisa lets out a contented sigh. I wonder if her masseuse isn’t playing fast and loose with her body like it’s a hand-me-down GI-Joe, like mine seems to be.

At some point during the massage I complain about neck pain, thinking Joy will stay away from those areas. Instead, she locks me into a Muay Thai-style hold and presses her metal thumbs into the tendons in my neck. Her fingers feel like ball bearings. I squirm under her grip, fighting the urge to leap away. The pain is so excruciating I think I might scream.

After 30 minutes of soothing, deep muscle rubs, and intensely painful pressure point work, Joy asks me to sit up. I do and she squats behind me, placing her knees under my arm pits. She reaches under my arms, interlaces her fingers behind the back of my head, and whispers, “relax.”

I’m scared, but not about to disobey. I go limp. She begins twisting my torso over her left knee, like I’m a bottle cap she’s trying to pop off a root beer. She eases my right shoulder towards the mat while, at the same time, folds me calmly over her knee.

The embrace is alarmingly intimate, like two wrestlers intertwined seconds before a match. I twist and twist, feeling a warmth growing in my lower back and then suddenly I hear a sharp POP burst from a part of my side I didn’t even know existed and an incredible, rag-doll feeling spreads through my entire body. I laugh out loud, partly from the surprise burst of endorphins, but mostly from the ridiculousness of having a total stranger wring me out like a dish towel. At least get to know me first.

A few more of those twists and pops and the massage is over.

Lisa and I rise, blinking like babies waking from deep slumber. She smiles lazily. “Wow” is all she can say.

A roll my head. The tension in my neck is completely gone. My body feels warm and alive, like I’ve just been through a strenuous yoga class. And, in a real way, we have been.

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(A sign hanging in the spa, which I loved.)

As amazing as we felt after the massage, after a few more tries at TTM, Lisa and I both decided to stick with foot, hand, and oil massages, which go easier on the tendon pushing/joint pulling and focus more on good ole muscle rubbin’. More what we’re used to.

TTM is an invigorating, sometimes painful, full-body workout. The effects can be amazing, but sometimes it’s nice to just lie on a cushioned table, listen to the muzak of Kenny G, and shut your brain off — especially when you’re on honeymoon.

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After the massage, we decided to head to Chaing Mai’s Sunday Walking Street, a chain of connected roads that transform into a food and vendor market every Sunday night. The walking street is located in Chaing Mai’s downtown and passes a dozen Wats, some massive, most small. It’s a parade of colorful lights and exotic smells, all in front of towering golden Wat’s housing giant Buddha statues.

Unfortunately, the walking street was insanely packed and miserable. Shoulder to shoulder with thousands of locals and travelers, inching along on cramped streets, it took five minutes to walk a single block.

After a long day of travel and luxurious massage, we’d forgotten to eat. We were both hungry and getting pissed off from moving at a snails pace through throngs of shoppers.

We headed towards Huen Phew, a legendary Thai restaurant. Unfortunately, the wait was an hour for a table. (We also saw an enormous rat scurry into the restaurant while we waited.)

We pushed back into the walking street crowd towards a backup spot called Kaow Tom 1฿, a no-frills open air joint locals love.

After crawling for 15 minutes through the hoard, we made it. The front of the restaurant overlooks the flood of people pushing down walking street. Unsurprisingly, this place was also packed, but packed with Thais. We took it as a good sign and put our names down.

After 10 minutes we got a table, sat, and immediately ordered the khao soi.

Khao soi is the pride of northern Thailand. The dish is made of boiled egg noodles dunked in a spicy, coconut-milk curry, with pickled veggies, chicken or tofu, topped with deep-friend crispy egg noodles.

The dish is unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Sweet and spicy with a strong coconut undercurrent. Tender noodles in curry thick with tangy veggies and tofu. The fried noodles add a savory crunch to the whole mix. Totally unique.

The reason you come to Thailand is to eat dishes like this, and to see happy faces like this when you do.

From hangry to “ahhhh” in khao soi.

#traditional thai massage #thailand #chiang mai #travel #khao soi #fah lanna spa #khao tom 1B

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