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aajxs · 9 months

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middle of the night , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin got so crossfaded at a party one night that he had to text you to take him back to the apartment he shared with your older brother, but somehow ended up at yours.

pairings - anakin skywalker x fem!reader (modern au)

warnings - mentions of alcohol and weed use , anakin being a hater , protective anakin , kinda possessive anakin , mentions ani having naughty thoughts , whiny anakin , cute til it AINT , inexperienced reader , titty sucking , oral (f receiving) , praise kink and degradation kink , fingering , p in v sex , kinda clothed sex?? (anakin doesn't take his pants off all the way) , poorly written smut

w/c - 5.9k (WOW.)

a/n - negl I got sloppy af at the end cuz idk how to properly write smut!!! this is an alternate ending to a prompt in my bbf!anakin post. also for my sake please ignore any spelling or punctuation errors lmfao. anyways, enjoy! <33

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You had just gotten out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel, when your phone vibrated from its spot on your bed. You didn't bother looking, assuming it was someone posting to their story or a notification from a dumb game you downloaded and haven't played before (yet still wouldn't delete it.)

You dried off then got dressed, slipping into a black tank top and a pair of shorts. Your phone vibrated a few more times, so you grabbed it as you made your way back into your bathroom to brush your teeth. All of the notifications were from Anakin, who rarely texted you. You unlocked your phone and read all of the texts, a few consisting of a bunch of gibberish and another that had an almost fully readable text.

'csn you come oick me up? ill sendn yoy my location' It read, making you let out a small laugh as you brushed your teeth. Anakin obviously wasn't sober, you could tell because on the rare occasion that he did text you, it was nowhere close to like this. You then got a notification, that being his live location. He was serious?

He was about ten minutes away, but with it being night and there being few cars on the road, you could get there in five. If you were an experienced driver, that is. Anakin knew that you weren't a very good driver, he had been in your car with you driving it enough times to know. Yet he still decided to text you instead of your brother, who's literally his roommate.

You texted him back, telling him that you'd be there in ten minutes before shoving your phone into your pocket. You quickly finished brushing your teeth then rushed around your apartment. You grabbed your keys, your wallet just in case, and bottle of water from your fridge for Anakin, then put on some slippers and exited your apartment.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you grab it and read whatever Anakin had sent you this time. It read, 'pelase hurry therws a rsndom girl grindikg on me right jow'. You smiled at his bluntness before rushing down to your car, texting him a quick 'omw rn ani' as you started your car and began driving to Anakin's location.

It didn't surprise you as much as it should have that Anakin texted you, there was obviously a reason, and most were guessable. He probably knew your brother was asleep and didn't want to burden him, and as someone who has had to live with your older brother for years, you knew that he probably would have gone back to bed and forgot about Anakin.

You never expected brother's best friend would be texting you and asking you to come pick him up from a random party. Although, Anakin has contacted you on worse terms.

Anakin didn't know why he texted you of all people, but for some odd reason it felt so right. Although you're his best friends little sister, he never really thought of you as a friend or sister figure. Anakin always thought you were cute, and you were just the sibling of one of his friends. He had plenty of friends with little sisters and brothers, so why were you so different?

Maybe it was because you were the sibling of his best friend, not just one of his friends that he only talked to on campus. Maybe it was because you actually talked to him and payed attention to him, and you guys were somewhat friends (seeing as you went through middle and high school together, now college).

Anakin never really paid attention to you throughout middle school or the beginning of high school. He saw you basically every day when he would hang out with your brother, stayed the night at your house more times than he can count, and never had any weird or inappropriate thoughts about you. But when you started... developing, you were pretty hard to ignore.

To Anakin's hormonal teenage mind, developing was the only word he could use to describe you. Anakin had always seen and treated you like a child, so why was he suddenly having these filthy thoughts about you? He never acted on them, he would have been too guilty to ever face you again if he did. The biggest problem Anakin had with his thoughts was knowing that he wasn't the only one thinking of you that way.

Anakin had the privilege of being your older brothers closest, most trustworthy friend. Anytime you wanted to introduce a new boyfriend to your brother, he brought along Anakin. "Me and Anakin were hanging out already so I decided to bring him with me, hope that's alright." Most of the time that actually was the case, but Anakin soon found out that your brother just needed a secondhand opinion.

Anakin didn't think the way the guy looked at you was appropriate? Your brother took it into consideration. Anakin thought he was sketchy? Your brother would hear all about it. Anakin thought he was a bad influence? Your brother was convincing you to break up with the guy. Sometimes Anakin said nice things, then proceeded to spread a fake rumor about the guy just so it would get to you and your brother.

On top of that, Anakin started getting more protective over you. For example; Anakin stayed the night one weekend and him and your brother decided to drive up to the store and buy some snacks because there were none for them to eat. Your brother knew you were staying up late to study for an upcoming test, and asked Anakin if it was alright if you go too, assuming you needed a break. Anakin shrugged and your brother knocked before he opened your door.

You were wearing headphones so you hadn't heard him say your name the first time, so your brother walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you take them off and turn to look at you. "N/N, me and Anakin are gonna go get some snacks. You need a break, so you're gonna go with us." You gave him a nod before locking eyes with Anakin, who was leaning against your doorframe. You looked away as you got out of the office chair that you were sitting in to grab your slippers and phone.

When you were at the store, your brother had wandered off to find a certain snack, leaving you and Anakin alone. You were trying to figure out which Doritos flavor you wanted, and Anakin was observing you as you contemplated. It felt like he blinked and suddenly you were getting talked to by a random guy. You looked uncomfortable, looking around for a moment until your eyes landed on Anakin, who was glaring at the guy.

"Excuse me, I think my boyfriend just said my name." You awkwardly said as you stepped towards Anakin. His eyes practically lit up at the word boyfriend, but decided to brush it off and play the part for your sake. Anakin gave him a small smile before placing his hand on the small of your back, slightly worried that if he put his hand anywhere else he would go crazy. When you both turned around, your brother turned the corner with a couple snacks and three drinks, and Anakin gave him a look before glancing at the guy who was about two meters away.

Your brother was trying to figure out why Anakin was touching you, but before he could say something he put two and two together and brushed it off. He walked towards you both and handed you your drinks before gripping your shoulder, walking on the other side of you. When the three of you walked past the man, he muttered something under his breath that you couldn't hear.

Obviously Anakin and your brother heard what he said, or else they wouldn't have turned their heads in sync. "What the fuck did you just say?" Your brother said, the hand on your shoulder tightening just slightly. "I called her a slut." The guy said louder. Needless to say, you all got kicked out because Anakin decided to punch the guy. You guys ended up getting take-out.

To put it plainly, Anakin didn't exactly like seeing you with other guys, and hated it when he heard anybody call you anything less than perfect. Another problem, was that Anakin knew exactly why.

The reason you were so different, the reason he defended you so often, and the reason he texted you, was because Anakin Skywalker was in love with you.

You had been waiting outside for a good five minutes before there was a knock on the window of your car. You let out a breath and unlocked the door. When you assumed Anakin wasn't sober, you didn't think it would be this bad. As soon as he opened the door to your car and sat down, you could smell the alcohol and weed on him.

"Anakin you actually stink—" You said, resisting the urge to cover your nose at the smell. "I'll take off my shirt?" He offered before beginning to take off the black t-shirt he was wearing. Even under the influence he was still a sweetheart to you. "No- No, Ani it's fine, I'll just roll down the windows." You said, placing your hand on Anakin's chest to halt his movements as you started driving. You rolled down both of your windows slightly.

There was music quietly playing, and as Anakin reached to turn it up, you swatted his hand. "Rude.." He mumbled before folding his arms across his chest. "Why did you text me, Ani?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the road, "Because I knew you would be a good girl and not say a thing about this." He slightly slurred. You felt yourself shudder at Anakin calling you a 'good girl'.

You felt his burning gaze, and you so badly wanted to look back at him just to see the look in his bloodshot eyes, but you decided against it. "You don't know that." You said with a curt laugh. "I don't? Really? Because I vividly remember that one time you came to me and-" Anakin started, "What a coincidence! I need gas!" You said, cutting off Anakin and pulling into a gas station.

Anakin let out a huff, "Can I trust you to pump my gas while I go in and pay?" You questioned as you parked the car, glancing at Anakin. "Yes ma'am." He said in a serious manner, making you let out a small laugh. "Half a tank is fine." You said as you both got out the car. Anakin went to grab the gas pump whilst you walked into the sketchy gas station and paid for your gas.

"Thanks!" You smiled as you walked out of the building. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the gas station, you ran into someone. "Oh- I'm sorry," You said, backing up a little and glancing at the person in front of you. "No worries, it's my bad. Sorry if this sounds weird, but you're really pretty." He said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second too long.

You glanced over at your car to see Anakin leaning against it with crossed arms, staring right back at you. "Thank you so much, I appreciate it!" You grinned, "Can I have your number?" He asked bluntly, "Oh, I don't think.." You started, but you were cut off at the shout of your name. You looked over and Anakin was now glaring daggers at the guy in front of you. "I don't think that'll be necessary, thank you though!" You said with a soft smile as you made your way back to your car.

"Under better circumstances I would have thanked you for that, Ani." You said with a sarcastic smile as you both got back into the car. "Oh! I almost forgot that I brought you a water." You said as you grabbed the slightly cold water from the cupholder and handed it to him. "Thanks, you're an angel." Anakin said as he placed a hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze as he grabbed the water and chugged at least half of it.

You wanted to give him a reaction, but decided to keep driving and ignore it. He wasn't sober, so he most definitely wasn't thinking straight. "Can we go to your place instead? Its closer." Anakin said almost out of nowhere. "Why would you want to go to my place? You don't live with me?" You asked, glancing at him to see him already looking at you. "Because yours is closer." He said with a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

"But-" You began, "Please?" Anakin said with the smallest whine. Curse him and his dumb pretty voice. "I-" You hesitated, and the look in Anakin's eyes wasn't making this any easier for you. "Okay." You sighed, as you turned the car to the street your apartment complex was on. "But ill have you know that you are not staying the night, just until you're sober enough." You said as you parked your car in your usual parking spot. Anakin let out a breath, content with your answer.

You lived on the fifth floor of the complex, and the elevator just so happened to be out of order, so it was a hassle getting an unbalanced Anakin up the stairs to your apartment. From an outside point of view, it probably looked like both of you were high. Anakin kept cracking jokes, and every time you laughed he added onto it to make you laugh even harder. So by the time you were at the top of the stairwell, you were out of breath from both the laughing and the walking.

"Anakin that's the wrong way," You laughed as Anakin walked towards the wrong door. You heard him mumble a few curse words before turning around and making his way back towards you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside, allowing Anakin to shut and lock the door behind him. "Cozy." Anakin said as he walked into your room and plopped down onto your bed. "Excuse you-"

"Y/N," Anakin cut you off as he kicked off his shoes, you hummed in response. "Do you remember last summer?" He asked, watching intently as you make your way throughout your room. "What about it?" You said, your voice turning a bit soft at the thought. You sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your legs crossed. "You remember how I went on vacation with your family?" Anakin said, rolling over to lay on his stomach to look at you.

"Yes.. where are you going with this Ani?" You said, tilting your head at the man in front of you. "Just- listen. You remember that guy you met at the beach, right? And you remember why I ended up beating the shit out of him the day before we left?" Anakin said as his blue eyes bored into your E/C ones. "No, nobody ever ended up telling me why." You said with a laugh as you gazed back at Anakin. "Do you want to know why?" He asked with a small smile, "Quit teasing, I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to know!" You said, extending your leg to kick his shoulder. "Full story, or just a quick summary?" Anakin joked. He knew you, he knew that you wanted the full story. You scoffed at his words and looked at him expectantly.

"I don't remember why, but we ended up walking with each other along the beach while you and your brother were playing around in the water not too far away. We had been talking about.. you, and then he brought me up. He asked what I was to you," Anakin explained, his brows scrunching every few words. "I told him, 'I'm just her older brothers best friend. Sometimes she likes me, sometimes she doesn't'." He said as he ran his hand along your bare calf. You scoffed, "That is such a lie! At first I didn't like you that much, but I always thought of you as a friend!" You said, Anakin frowned slightly at your words.

"Anyways- He said, 'Then you wouldn't mind if I bent her over in that pretty little two piece and fucked her?'. I stopped walking and looked at him. He didn't even notice I paused until I turned him around and punched him in the face," Anakin said with a small, prideful smile. "You wanna know what he said after I hit him a few times? He said, 'I guess you would mind, wouldn't you?'." Anakin said with a curt laugh. "Would you have minded?" You asked sincerely, making Anakin look at you from his spot on the bed. "Do you want the truth?" Anakin asked, tilting his head a bit. You bit your lip and nodded at him, signaling for him to keep talking.

"Yes, I would have." Anakin said as he sat up. "I never told your brother that story, you know? The only person who knows why is the guy." You laughed at his words. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of water, do you want one?" You said, as you got up from your bed, he nodded as you ruffled his hair and walked out of your room. When you left, Anakin was finally able to let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding in. Your home smelled so much like you, and that scent made Anakin want to go absolutely feral.

Anakin adjusted his position on your bed, now laying down on his side whilst facing the door. "You made yourself comfy." You grinned as you walked back into the room, handing Anakin his water as you took a couple drinks of yours. "Thanks." He muttered as he took a drink of the water. You sat down, your back now against the backboard of your bed. "You still smell like weed." You mumbled as you gave Anakin a soft smile. Anakin didn't smile back, he just looked at you. His once bloodshot eyes were now their usual blue.

One thing you had always noticed about Anakin, was how intense his gaze was. He held eye contact like it would be his last time ever making it, and it made him all the more attractive. Not only was Anakin's stare intense, he was too. If he wasn't a long time friend of yours, you probably would've been scared of him. You had always had a subtle crush on Anakin, but him being your brothers friend always made it rather hard to show your attraction. Anakin was making you nervous with only his eyes.

You cleared your throat, "Why would you have cared?" You asked as you played with the drawstrings on your shorts. "You are so... Is it not obvious by now?" Anakin said as he grabbed your wrist, then sitting up and copying your position. You let out a small gasp, your mouth parting slightly. Anakin saw a chance, and he took it. He leaned in and your lips connected, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back for a moment before realizing that Anakin might've not been sober.

Almost out of instinct, you pulled away. Anakin leaned towards you more, seemingly chasing your lips. You placed a hand on his rock hard chest and softly pushed him away. "Ani.." You muttered, giving him a nervous smile. "Anakin you're not-" You began, but he quickly cut you off. "Y/N, I've been sober for the past twenty minutes. Please just let me taste you." He pleaded lightly, making you curse under your breath before smashing your lips back against his, careful not to hit his teeth with yours.

Anakin put his hands on your hips and moved you on top of him so that you were straddling him, catching you by surprise. Your lips parted and Anakin took this as an invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

One part of you wanted to pull away and tell him how wrong this was, tell him that this was a bad decision and that he needs to go home. The other part of you knows how good this is making you feel, and you can't seem to stop.

Anakin cupped your face with one hand and tugged at your top with the other. He pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva going with him. "Can I touch you?" Anakin asked, the hand that was once tugging at your shirt now resting on your waist. "Please," You pleaded as you went to kiss him again. He let out a breathy chuckle and sloppily attached his wet lips to yours.

Anakin's hot tongue in your mouth and his wandering hands were getting you all different kinds of worked up. His rough hand made its way up your shirt. You squirmed at both the foreign feeling and how cold his hands were. His hand reached your left breast, and he gave it a light squeeze. "Take your shirt off." Anakin breathily demanded as he pulled away from the kiss. You stared at him for a moment, obviously hesitant to show yourself to him. "You don't have to-" He started before you abruptly stopped him. You took his free hand and covered his eyes with it, "Don't look." You muttered as you took your hand away from his.

You took your tank top off before self-consciously attempting to cover yourself with your arms. Anakin has seen your body multiple times, just in a less.. inappropriate manner. You didn't know if you really wanted him to see you uncovered fully. You gave him a look when he peeked slightly. He saw that you noticed, and decided to take his hand away from his face and reach towards you.

"Ani.." You muttered, your face heating up as Anakin rubbed your arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but right before any words could come out you adjusted your position on his lap, making him let out a moan instead. That has to be the sexiest thing you've heard in your entire life. "Don't use that nickname on me while we're like this." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed at the noise he just let slip. You could feel his hard straining against his sweatpants, poking right at your clothed, throbbing core.

"I took off my shirt, that means you have to take off yours." You hummed, though your voice came out more demanding than expected. Anakin stopped rubbing your arm and took off his shirt in one swift motion before tossing it to the side. Anakin was fit, he always had been. This just made him all the more attractive to you. You wanted to touch him, too, but you were self conscious and didn't want to uncover yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Anakin touching your arm, "Can i?" He asked, referring to the arms you had tightly wrapped around yourself. You looked at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You loosened your hold around yourself, as if that would've stopped him anyway. Anakin took your hands and moved them down to his toned chest, being sure to run them across his toned abs and v-line.

You could feel yourself heating up at the action, seeing as you had never touched anybody in such a way before. You completely ignored the fact that Anakin was definitely staring at your tits right now, but you couldn't find it in you to care. All you could focus on was what was gonna happen in a few moments, and how you were gonna keep this from your older brother.

Anakin leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck, sucking and licking at random spots. "Don't worry about your brother, if he finds out I'll take care of it." Anakin muttered into your neck. "Okay," You gasped as Anakin softly bit down on your shoulder.

You were even more surprised when Anakin decided to trail down to your breasts and take one into his mouth. He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist and secured you in place, then used his free hand to fondle your other boob.

The small moans you let out were like music to Anakin's ears, and if it were up to him he would bust then and there at the sound of you. He took your breast out of his mouth and planted a kiss on your nipple, then did the same to your other. "Such pretty tits.." He mumbled into the skin between your breasts. "All mine, y' hear me? All mine." Anakin said as he flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress, making you let out a yelp.

Anakin kissed and licked at your torso, sucking on the skin as he worked his way down. He inched closer to the waistband of your shorts at an excruciatingly slow pace, making the knot in your tighten more and more. "Ani, please just touch me already!" You pleaded, making him look up at you through his lashes. "Touch you where, sweet girl?" He teased as he tugged at your waistband, making you rub your legs together. "You know where," You whined as you ran your hands through Anakin's already tangled hair.

He cursed under his breath before pulling down your shorts. Saying you were wet would be an understatement. "You always get this wet when a man touches you, or am I special?" Anakin said as he ran two fingers down the cloth, making you let out a loud moan at the contact. "I-I've never had.." You trailed off, closing your legs and covering your body out of embarrassment. Anakin let out a hum, "I guess I'm special, then." He grinned as he placed his hands on your thighs and parted them for himself once again.

"Can practically smell you baby," He groaned as he literally ripped the panties from your body. "Those were expensive!" You whined as he tossed them to the side. "Such a pretty pussy, all wet jus' for me.." Anakin muttered as he ran a few fingers along your sopping cunt. "Anakin!" You moaned in an irritated voice, still upset that he ripped one of your favorite pairs of underwear. "Fuck- I'll buy you a new pair, whatever you want." He said whilst grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, giving him perfect access.

Anakin placed a soft kiss on your pussy before licking up from your throbbing hole to your sensitive bud. You let out a whimper at his actions, "Taste so sweet," He mumbled before he practically attacked your cunt, licking and slurping up all your juices like a man starved.

That unfamiliar knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with every moan you let out. "An– Anakin!" You loudly moaned without a care in the world. He hummed into your pussy, knowing you had to be getting close. You started babbling nonsense as you roughly grabbed Anakin's long hair and shoved his face further in between your legs.

"Think 'm gonna—" You started before cutting yourself off with the most beautiful moan Anakin's ever heard. Although you were twitching and jolting against him, Anakin didn't stop his advances and even shoved two fingers inside you. Your back was arched off of your bed, Anakin's face and fingers were buried deep in your cunt, and your sheets were most definitely not coming back from this.

Your hips jolted and grinded against his face in a useless attempt to get him further into you, not caring at all if he was suffocating between your legs. Your moans slowly got more drawn out and louder, signalling that you were about to cum again.

Anakin knew you were probably overstimulated but all he could think about was how good you taste on his tongue and how much he wants to stuff you full of his cum. After wetting Anakin's face even more for the second time, he stopped eating you out for your own good. He could probably go all day if you wanted him to.

He wiped his face off with his hand, being sure to lick anything excess off of his skin before wrapping your legs around his waist and giving you a sloppy kiss. "You taste so good." Anakin quietly said into your mouth. You couldn't tell if he was talking about your mouth or your pussy.

"Wan' you inside me, Ani." You whimpered as Anakin placed more kisses along your jawline, "Might be too big for you baby, not sure if you could take me." He muttered into your neck, a cocky smile on his face. "I can take you. Promise I can— Jus' want you in me.." You said, as you brought your hand to his crotch. Though before you could touch the tent on his sweatpants, he grabbed your wrist and pinned both your hands behind your head.

Anakin gave you a boyish grin, making you pout slightly. "Gonna have to warm you up first." He said as he let go of your wrists and brought a hand to your hip, seemingly holding you in place. He brought his other hand back down to your throbbing pussy, and inserted two fingers.

You moaned at this action, surprised that he didn't even try to see how you reacted to one. You're a virgin, that much is obvious. You've probably never been touched in such a way by another person, and even if you have you probably declined any advances because you were scared of losing your dignity. From the way you react to his fingers, you've probably touched yourself a few times before, you just weren't used to hands his size. Needless to say, you were everything Anakin assumed you would be. Your innocence is turning him on a bit too much.

Anakin started off slowly, he'd already made you cum twice, and he didn't want to overwork you. "A-Ani, faster—" You moaned out as his two fingers popped in and out of you. He gave you a cocky smirk before increasing his pace and harshness. He would come out softly then shove his fingers back into you just to hear the pretty noises you let out when he did. "Anakin, 'm gonna cum!" You moaned, as you bucked your hips into his fingers.

You let out a moan as he put another finger inside you, somehow fitting three of his long fingers inside your tight hole. "C'mon baby, y'know I won't hold you back." Anakin said as he leaned over, whispering his words into your ear. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head as you came all over his long fingers. "What a slut, all that just over my fingers?" Anakin said as he licked his hands clean of your juices. "You taste so good though." He said as he kissed your cheek.

You whimpered as you rubbed your legs together, giving him a look. "Use your words." He teased, that cocky smile on his face once again. You let out an annoyed hum, "You know what I want!" You were starting to get impatient. "What's the magic word, pretty girl?" He asked, giving you another one of his boyish grins. "Please, Ani." You pleaded, making Anakin smile at you.

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, not caring enough to take them all the way off. His cock practically leaped out of his pants, and the first thought that popped inside your head was 'What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.'

That actually looks heavy. You thought to yourself as you actually got a good look at his dick. Anakin wasted no time grabbing his cock and spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip all over his base as some sort of lubrication. He let out a curse or two as he dragged the tip from your sensitive clit to your dripping hole.

Anakin was definitely not thinking about all the ways he could get you pregnant right now. Definitely not. "Stop teasing and fuck me already, Anakin." You moaned out as you stared at his length. He let out a chuckle, making you look at his face. The moan you let out when he shoved the whole thing inside you was probably the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Your neighbors are gonna be so mad.

"Can I move?" He asked gently, placing both of his hands on your hips. "Fuck— Y-Yes, please, yes-" You let out as your back arched off the bed. Anakin let out a satisfied hum before slowly moving. He'd pull out, making you feel empty for a few moments and then slowly insert his length back into you, filling you up again.

"Faster, Ani-" You moaned, making him fasten his pace. Your toes were curled and your back was arched and your fingers were harshly digging into your mattress and sheets. He slowly but surely started ramming into you, and after just a few thrusts he had your g-spot memorized.

"Fuck, Ani-" You whined as he paused for a moment to wrap your legs around his waist again. With no words, he immediately began ramming into you again. His thrusts were making your entire room shake and the way your bedframe and backboard hit the wall, you almost felt like it would break any second.

There were tears in your eyes and they were wetting your pillow. For a moment Anakin couldn't tell if you were hurting or if it was pleasure. "'m sorry baby, am I hurtin' you?" He asked as he slowed down his thrusts. "Mmh- no! Keep goin' Ani 'm so close—" You whined out as you gripped his shoulders.

The knot in your stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter and you knew that any second you could come all over his cock. "Harder, Ani!" You moaned out, making Anakin grin for the hundredth time tonight.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, "Wanna cum inside you, fill you with my babies." Anakin said as he pulled your body down onto him. "Wan' you to fill me up Ani, please!" You whined, the both of you knew that you would probably just buy birth control the next morning.

Before the two of you knew it you were both cumming in sync. Anakin filled you up, and when he pulled out he could see the mix of your juices and his leaking into the sheets. He gently dropped your legs onto the mattress before shuffling back to pull his boxers and sweatpants back up.

You were incredibly tired and your throat hurt from all the moaning and screaming. You looked so pretty like this. Anakin thought as he grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor. You quietly said something about your sheets and Anakin dismissed you. "We can take care of your sheets in the morning baby, but right now I need to clean you up." Anakin muttered as he took his shirt and wiped your wet tears from your face before wiping up the mess you two had made between your legs. He gently wiped you down with his shirt, not caring that it was probably ruined.

"I have towels, Ani." You tiredly said before you muttered an apology for not telling him to grab one instead of his shirt. "It's okay, I don't care if it's you." He said under his breath, assuming his words were a bit too intimate to say loud enough for you to hear. "Y'know, I love you." You muttered before drifting asleep.

"I love you too."

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schmorpthe · 5 months

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I see a lot of debate on this fandoms found family obsession and I want to add my two cents and headcannons that no one reaaaallllyyyyy cares about.

I think there's a balance of it that's good. For example, I think interpreting Maya and Phoenix as siblings is just as valid as best friends. Siblings can be best friends, my own sister is literally my best friend. It works with the dynamic of them both feeling like they're taking each other in after Mia's death, and I see their banter and can relate it to how my sister and I treat each other.

On the other hand, I don't like it when people give Phoenix and Apollo the father-son dynamic. I think there is a level of protectiveness from Phoenix, coming from seeing some of himself when he was younger in Apollo, as well as knowing he's Trucy's brother. But Apollo is an adult who looked up to Phoenix when he was younger, just his trust betrayed. At first it's a case of never meet your idols for Apollo. He also finds him irritating. I think there is a point where those two can get on good terms and Apollo forgives Phoenix, but they aren't family. It's a different type of love and care. They are mentor and mentee. Apollo will always find Phoenix annoying too, he just gets used to it and that irritation no longer is from a place of resentment, just Phoenix pushing his buttons.

As far as Athena goes, I haven't played much of DD yet because I started as the new trilogy got announced and decided to wait, but I think it's another case of Phoenix being protective but not quite in an adopted kid sense. He sees a young girl who needs some love, care, and guidance. You can love and care for someone a bit like a daughter without going all the way into they are my daughter territory. Trucy and Athena? Best friends. You know how so many of us have best friends that are basically like a sibling but we don't literally feel like siblings? That's them. They are an unstoppable duo.

As far as Edgeworth and Kay goes, I haven't finished AAI but I do see a little bit of adopted father-daughter dynamic, but not as intense. Kay is very self sufficient and made it through her teen years without her own dad or Edgeworth in her life. They are bonded over the shared trauma of losing a parent at the courthouse and Edgeworth is protective of her and his door is always open for her in the good and the bad. The paternal instinct is there and he would help her through anything. I feel like Kay called him Dad by accident one time and that did make them more like family, but apart from emotional times or jokes, he is Mr Edgeworth.

On the note of Edgeworth, I'm not keen on the adopting basically the entire prosecutor's office. I just don't feel like that's Edgeworth. I do think he softens yes. I do think he cares about his employees, but it's the vibe of a good boss being on professionally friendly terms. They can go to him for help, sometimes not work related. He can be a mentor. But he's their boss first and foremost, and in a more Edgeworth sense than Phoenix. More by the book. So yes he cares about them and can sometimes be protective, but not in a family way.

I do like Edgeworth eventually becoming Trucy's other Dad, but it takes time. For a long time he's Uncle Edgeworth and it takes him a long time to adjust to that even. Eventually he starts treating Trucy like a daughter, Phoenix pulls him up on it, he has a bit of a crisis. This is after the 7yg when Phoenix no longer has to live in the shell he did before getting his name cleared, therefore being able to officially be with Miles. Point being it's not immediate. He does immediately live Trucy but his instinct isn't familial for a while.

Honestly me explaining this hasn't completely gotten what's in my head across about I hope you get what I mean.

Also, at the end of the day everyone can have their own interpretation of the game. People will make it what they need it to be and that's okay. As long as what you are going with isn't illegal or straight up gross, go ahead. These are my own conclusions I've come to and it's these interpretations I look for in the media I consume, but whatever fuels your love for this series is what matters ✨

#the characters and the ability for each of them to be interpreted in multiple ways is what makes this series so loveable #i love them all so much #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #apollo justice #trucy wright #mia fey #maya fey #kay faraday #athena cykes

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wanderessblue · 7 months

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The First Kiss

Sebastian Sallow & Ominis Gaunt

Tags: just two pretty boys being best friends.

AN: hello again! Hope you enjoy :)

It was Saturday morning and Anne was sitting in the library with her nose buried deep in her History of Magic book. She was so engrossed in her reading that she didn't even notice when her friends, Imelda and Nerida, quietly snuck up beside her.

"Hey, Anne, are you already doing your homework?" Imelda asked, giggling.

Anne looked up from her book and glared at her two friends. "Do you guys ever get tired of being so noisy in the library?"

Nerida shook her head and smiled. "Nah, it's more fun this way."

Imelda took a seat next to Anne and nudged her. "So, me and Nerida were talking about our first kiss."

Anne raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Imelda smiled mischievously. "And we were wondering what was your first kiss like."

Anne blushed and looked down at her book. "I...haven't kissed anyone yet."

Nerida let out a loud laugh. "No way. Not even on the cheek?"

"Um...If my brother counts, then yes."

"Of course it doesn't count, Anne!" Imelda replied, snorting.

"What about Ominis?" Nerida asked curiously. "I mean, you're always together."

"Well, I gave him a kiss on the cheek once, but it was his birthday. Besides, Ominis is like a brother to me, thinking of him like that... it's weird."

Imelda and Nerida started to reminisce about their own first kisses. Imelda's first kiss was with a guy she met at her cousin's birthday. She described it as nothing special since she had felt nothing when he had pressed his lips on hers. Nerida, instead, had recently started to date a Ravenclaw of her age and gave him her first kiss a month earlier.

As they continued their conversation, Anne couldn't help but feel a little left out. She felt a mix of emotions -- embarrassed, frustrated, and even a little upset.

After a while, she closed her book, greeted her friends and decided to take a break from studying. She needed a moment alone and so she headed towards the Undercroft.

When she arrived, she spotted her twin brother, Sebastian, and her best friend, Ominis, playing chess.

“Seb, even if I am blind I can still see that you are cheating!” Ominis exclaimed, slapping one of his friend's hand.

Sebastian grinned, trying to cover up the fact that he was indeed cheating. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Ominis. I'm just really good at this game."

Anne walked over and sat down next to Ominis, watching the two boys play.

Her twin brother noticed the look on his sister's face and asked, "What's wrong, Annie?"

Anne let out a deep sigh. "It's nothing, Seb. Just some silly conversation I had with Imelda and Nerida about first kisses."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And what about it?"

Anne explained the conversation she had in the library with her friends but before she could finish, Sebastian looked her in the face and then asked with a mischievous smile, "And when it was your turn, what did you tell them?"

Anne glared at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's none of your business," she retorted, trying to brush off his teasing remarks.

"Oh come on, Annie. What did you say?"

"What do you think? I said the truth. I haven't kissed anybody yet."

Ominis shrugged. "We haven't kissed anyone yet either. What's the problem? We are only fourteen."

Anne looked at her friend, surprised and then she added, "Well, actually Sebastian did." Now it was her turn to mock him.

Sebastian's face turned bright red as he tried to shush her, "Anne...you swore!"

Ominis looked surprised and curious, "Oh, you didn't tell me." He said a little disappointed, turning his head towards him.

"Of course he didn't! Because his first kiss was not a girl!" Anne said with a mocking tone.

"ANNE! You promised!" Sebastian said with tears starting to fill his eyes and then he stood up and quickly left the room.

As she saw her brother leaving the Undercroft in that way, she felt guilty. She knew that what she had done was wrong but she did not know that her brother would have reacted so badly. After all, Ominis was his best friend, so why hadn't Sebastian told him yet?

"Why didn't he tell me?" Ominis asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"I don't know," Anne replied, shrugging her shoulders. "He was probably embarrassed or something."

Ominis sat in disbelief and he couldn't believe that his best friend had been hiding something this big from him. But he was sure that if the kiss had meant anything to Sebastian, he would have told him. After all, he knew his friend well.

"I've been stupid, I should probably go and apologize to him." She said while standing up and stretching her uniform with her hands.

Ominis stood up with her and stopped her, "Wait, let me be the one to talk to him."

With that words, he left the room and walked around the castle in search of his friend, frantically checking all the places he could think of, but being blind was not something that helped him.

Lunch came, but Sebastian was nowhere to be found. Anne began to feel nervous and anxious, wondering where her brother could have gone. She knew that he was dealing with a lot, and the last thing he needed was to be alone.

Ominis had been searching for Sebastian all day when, at around 5 pm, he found him on a wooden dock near the castle, lost in thought whilst listening to the gentle hum of the lake.

"Seb? Are you here?" Ominis gently called out.

Sebastian slowly turned around, startled by the unexpected company. "Ominis, what are you doing here?" He asked.

It was clear that he had been crying, Omins could sense it in the way his voice sounded.

"I was looking for you. I've been searching all afternoon... You really scared me." Ominis replied as he sat down next to him. After a brief silence, he continued, "Anne is sorry for what happened earlier."

Sebastian let out an ironic laugh. "And why didn't she come and apologise herself?"

"It was my idea. I thought you would prefer to talk to me instead of her." After a pause he continued, "I'm sorry too, Seb. For what happened."

"I should have told you before."

"It's alright... I guess it just happened as a game and that it wasn't really your intention. If it didn't mean anything to you, it's understandable you didn't mention anything to me." Ominis reassured him.

Sebastian's mood shifted and he grew melancholic. After another pause, he continued, "Actually, it did mean something to me. I mean... at that moment, I felt it was the right thing to do. That's why I never told you. I was afraid of your reaction."

"Oh... What do you mean when you say it meant something to you? I mean... it's not very common for two guys to kiss, is it?" Ominis asked with a tone of curiosity.

Sebastian took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Ominis..." he started, hesitating for a moment. "There's something I need to tell you." His voice faltered, his eyes swimming with tears. "That kiss... it made me realize that I like boys."

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable taking a lifetime to pass his lips. Sebastian buried his face in his hands, unable to look his friend in the eye. "It's been hard to accept," he continued, his voice choked with emotion. "I've tried to deny it for so long, but I can't anymore."

Sebastian's chest heaved with sobs as he spoke, his fear and shame weighing heavily on him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed time to come to terms with it, but I couldn't keep it from you forever."

Ominis took Sebastian's hand and kissed it, showing his unconditional support. "Seb, you know me better than that, I don't care who you're into. You're my friend, and that's all that matters to me. I'm sorry for making you think that you couldn't confide in me. You know you can always count on me."

Sebastian looked up at Ominis, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly.

The two friends sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of each other's company. Ominis knew that this wouldn't be the end of the struggle for Sebastian, but he was determined to be there for his friend no matter what.

#sebinis #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow & ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Munson's Mixtape

Mixtape Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 2,663

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Canon character death (RIP Chrissy), Discussion of the handcuffs, Mentions of abusive parents.

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: How is everybody feeling after Volume 2 dropped? A certain major spoiler popped on my phone as a Twitter notification so I haven't watched the last episode yet. Without saying too much, I'm personally gonna square up with the Duffer Brothers.

Track Four

The campaign was an overwhelming success. It was a bit touch and go towards the end, with most of the party falling to the infamous Vecna's curse. Only Henderson and Y/N remained, and while the rest of the group wanted to flee, they both decided to fight to the death. In the end, it was Y/N's roll of 20 that sealed the win for everyone. Eddie was ecstatic, not only did Y/N have fun playing with the party, it was her that won it all. The boys all huddled around her, cheering her on for the excellent win, and despite Eddie's brief flash of jealousy, he was happy for her. The smile she had on her face lit up the entire room, and Eddie wished he could write a million campaigns for her to win so he could see see that smile again.

The campaign finished up a bit earlier than the championship game, Henderson and Wheeler headed off to the gym to see what Sinclair was up to, and Jeff and Gareth got in their cars to head home. Leaving Eddie and Y/N behind.

"It was a great campaign Eddie, I had a lot of fun" Eddie turned to Y/N, adrenaline still high from the evening.

"Why thank you my fair lady, t'was an excellent win" Eddie bowed at the waist, opening his hand toward the champion of the night.

"I really needed that. School has been stressful and all of this stuff with Chrissy has been weighing on me. It was definitely needed" Eddie had completely forgotten the reason she was at Hellfire in the first place. So caught up with spending time with her, he neglected the plan they set forth all together.

"Yea well, you're welcome. Um, speaking of. We should quickly head to my trailer, get you set up before I swing back to get Chrissy." Y/N nodded, and followed him to the parking lot. When they got to her car Eddie opened the door for her.

"Why thank you Eddie, apparently chivalry isn't dead after all" as she got in her car Eddie couldn't stop the boyish grin on his face. He shut the door and raced over to his van. Mentally preparing himself for the evening ahead.

All of the light hearted feelings Y/N had during the campaign slowly began to dwindle inside of her. As she followed Eddie to Forrest Hills, the nerves began to settle in again. Knowing that within the hour she would have to confront her sister about what was going on with her, terrified to find out the truth. As she pulled into the trailer park Eddie instructed Y/N to park further away from his place, so that Chrissy wouldn't see it. Once parked, she hopped into Eddie's van to drive the rest of the way to his trailer. Y/N had never been inside Eddie's van before, only briefly catching a glimpse inside when he searched for the mixtape he made her. The smell of weed and motor oil remained, but she was surprised to see that there wasn't any garbage on the floor like last time.

Once they pulled up to the trailer, reality set in. She was about to go into Eddie Munson's home. Where he lived, ate, and slept. Y/N was about to have an intervention for her little sister. Her sister who has woken her up in a panic every night this week. It was overwhelming, she felt her chest begin to tighten, breath coming in and out a bit took quickly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Eddie asked, his big brown doe eyes staring into hers. Y/N took a deep breath, now wasn't the time to freak out.

"Yea I will be. Let's just get inside." Eddie nodded and got out of the van, walking on the other side to open the door for her. He did the same to the front door of the trailer, and Y/N was surprised to see what was inside.

The trailer itself wasn't very big, there was some mugs hanging around the place, a couch and old tv in the corner in between two doors she assumed were Eddie and Wayne's bedroom. It was cozy, and had a more lived in feel to it. Unlike her childhood home, where it looked like it was up for sale rather than occupied with a family of four.

"I know it's not the Ritz but.. hey it's home" Eddie said has he shut the door behind him. He looked embarrassed, but he didn't need to worry about it. Y/N didn't care.

"It's fine Eddie. Um, where do you want me?"

"The bedroom." Eddie quickly responded, but realized the implications of his statement as soon as he said it. "I mean, that's the best place to hide out when Chrissy gets here." Y/N nodded and willed the heat in her face to go away. Eddie walked past her to open the door to his bedroom, quickly picking up some dirty laundry that littered the floor.

"Sorry, didn't expect the company of a lady tonight. I would have cleaned up more." Y/N shook her head, unbothered as she took a peak around Eddie's space. The walls were covered with posters from different metal and rock bands. An amp was placed in the corner, his beloved electric guitar hanging on the wall beside it. To her right was Eddie's single bed. The sheets looked clean enough so she sat down, making herself comfortable. It was then she noticed something else on the wall besides posters.

"Are those handcuffs hanging up there?" she asked, and Eddie froze. He looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"Ugh yea they are..." he stammered out.

"Why do you have handcuffs on the wall?" Had Eddie been arrested before? Were they some part of his look. She knew he liked to wear chains around his belt loops, maybe it was something like that?

"Well, ha, you see.. um.. do you want the honest answer or the PG-13 version?" Y/N's eyes widened at that, the dots slowly connecting in her mind. The previous heat in her face back in full force, and an unexpected shiver went down her spine.

"The PG-13 version." Y/N didn't think she could handle anything else. Especially while she was sitting here, on Eddie's bed, the place where he could be using those handcuffs, whatever purpose they served.

"I ugh... use them when certain guests come over." Y/N's imagination ran wild. Eddie used those cuffs, on people, plural. The little green monster on her shoulder made an appearance again, claws digging into her, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. So what if Eddie got laid? He was a grown man, he could do whatever he wants. So what if he had kinky sex, has brought people to the very bed she was sitting on. Wrapped the cold metal around their wrists, waiting for whatever Eddie was going to do to them next. Y/N needed to stop that train of thought immediately, now was not the time for girlish fantasies.

"Oh.. um cool?" A lovely rose blush graced Eddie's cheeks, he nodded fixated on cleaning up the place. An awkward silence filled the room, Y/N so desperately wanted to break it. She just couldn't stop thinking about those handcuffs on the wall.

"What time are you picking up Chrissy?" Y/N asked, something to fill the never ending silence.

"I should leave now, wouldn't want to keep her waiting. When I let her in just stay here till I come get you, then you ladies can um, talk it out." Y/N nodded, watched as Eddie walked out the door to his bedroom. After she heard him turn the ignition on his van, Y/N got up and decided to snoop around. She knows it's wrong to invade Eddie's privacy, but she really wanted to know what he's been up to for the past 2 years.

Eddie's room was very cluttered, there were cans stacked on shelves, magazines thrown over the place, his bookshelf covered with different knick knacks so you could barely see the titles. Y/N noticed a notebook resting on the edge of Eddie's nightstand and picked it up. It was filled with a variety of different notes, schedules for band practice, ideas for campaigns, song lyrics written on some of the margins. As Y/N flipped through the notebook the overwhelming sense of guilt returned, this was some type of journal for Eddie. She shouldn't be looking at it, knowing if he looked inside her diary she'd be mortified. But she just couldn't stop herself.

Once she got closer to the middle of the notebook, she noticed Eddie liked to draw a lot. There were so many sketches of just little things. Work ups of the Hellfire logo, cartoons of the teachers of Hawkins High, they were fun. Nothing too serious, very Eddie.

It wasn't until she got to the dead center of the notebook when she realized Eddie had some more serious art talent. There was a photo realistic drawing of his beloved guitar in pencil on one page, a drawing of DnD dice in charcoal. Y/N smiled to herself, Eddie was really good. She always knew he was a more artistic type of guy, maybe after he graduated from Hawkins High he could pursue art and music. Get out of Hawkins, move to some big city where people were more open to guys like him. As Y/N flipped through some more, she noticed that two of the pages were taped together towards the end, curiosity took over as she gently undid the old masking tape.

It was a watercolor piece. An elf with pointed ears, a long flowing navy blue and gold gown. She was sitting in a field of clovers with a book in her hand, and she looked beautiful. As Y/N looked on she noticed that herself and the drawing had similar features. Same hair color, skin tone, body type. Her heart started pounding in her chest as she looked at the elf girl in the notebook. There was no way this could possibly be her, it had to be a coincidence. Maybe she was a character from some fantasy book Eddie had read, she picked through her brain, trying to recall if there was anyone in The Lord of the Rings who was described in such a way, but she couldn't remember.

She couldn't think too much about before she heard a car pull up to the trailer. Y/N immediately put the book back in its place, patiently waiting for Eddie and Chrissy to walk in. She could hear them talking, but couldn't decipher any words. Before she knew Eddie opened the door to his bedroom.

"Okay Chrissy is in the other room, how do you want to play this?" Y/N should've taken the time Eddie was gone to think about how to confront her sister, but she was too busy being nosy and prying into his business.

"I think I'll just... wing it?"

"Wing it?"

"Yea I'll wing it." Eddie sighed, running his hands over his face.

"You know I've never been to an intervention before, but I doubt any them just wing it."

"Well I don't know! I've never done this before either!" The lights of the trailer began to flicker. Both Eddie and Y/N looked up and back to each other.

"What was that?" Y/N asked.

"The electricity here is shit, goes out all the time." Y/N nodded, she didn't have time to shoot the shit with Eddie. Chrissy was in the other room waiting.

"Okay let's just go." Y/N was the first person to walk out the bedroom, Eddie following quickly behind. Chrissy was standing in the center of the room, motionless. The lights around her were flickering, eyes milky and white. Something was wrong, seriously wrong.

"Chrissy? Chrissy what's wrong?" Y/N ran up to her sister, hands gripping onto her shoulders. She looked like she was in a trance, the lights were flickering more furiously now, and it scared Y/N half to death.

"Did you give her anything!?" Y/N shouted to Eddie.

"What? No! She was fine when I walked into the bedroom I swear!" Eddie began shaking Chrissy now too. The lights were going haywire, Chrissy's eyes were rolling into the back of her head.

"Chrissy.. Chrissy wake up! I don't like this!! Chrissy wake up!!" Eddie looked terrified. All of the sudden Chrissy's body began to levitate towards the ceiling. Y/N let out a scream.

"Chrissy!!" She tried to reach for her sister, pull her back down to Earth, but her body suddenly launched itself to the ceiling. Eddie was screaming now too. Y/N grabbed a chair from the small kitchenette to her side, she stepped on top and managed to grab a hold of Chrissy's shoulders.

"Chrissy please!! Come on!! Please I'm begging you please!!" Y/N had no idea who she was begging to, what the hell was happening to her sister. She refused to let go, pulling against her body with all she had in her. The chair suddenly knocked under her feet, and Y/N was hanging there by the strength of her fingertips. She refused to let go.

"Y/N!" Eddie shouted, but Y/N couldn't hear him. Her ears were ringing, panic settling deep in her bones. She felt Chrissy's bones breaking underneath her hands, warping in directions they shouldn't be in. Y/N took one last look at her sisters face, before her jaw dislocated, and both of her eyes ripped out from the back of her skull. Blood splattered on Y/N and before she knew it, both girls were falling to the floor.

Eddie was screaming again, Y/N still couldn't hear him clearly. The ringing in her ears was so loud, and the weight on her chest was heavy and cold. Y/N closed her eyes, pretending this was just a nightmare. Chrissy was fine, of course Chrissy was fine. She's always fine. Y/N was gonna open her eyes and she'll find herself back in her dorm room in Notre Dame. This is just a horrible, vivid nightmare. All of the sudden the weight on her chest begin to lift, and she saw Eddie holding Chrissy's body trying to get to her.

"Don't touch her!" Y/N yelled, tightening the grip on her sister. Eddie's face was filled with tears, eyes wild with panic.

"Y/N, she's... Chrissy is..."

"No! No! Chrissy is okay! She's fine! She's safe with me! Don't touch her! Don't take her away from me!" Y/N was crying now. Her hand running through Chrissy's blood soaked ponytail, something she used to do when they were little.

Whenever their mother was being especially cruel, both girls would hide in the bathroom on the second floor. Their mother would pound on the locked bathroom door, yelling at her daughters to let her in. Chrissy would cry, hold on tight to her big sister. Y/N would be terrified, praying that their mother wouldn't come in. She always had to stay strong for Chrissy, because Chrissy was always a bit sensitive. Easily scared. She couldn't afford to show weakness, scare her even more. Y/N would hold her little sister tight, and run her fingers through the ponytails she always wore. Try to comfort her as their mother's yells got louder and louder. Chrissy loved The Wizard of Oz, anytime they had a showing at the theater she would beg their parents to see it, Over the Rainbow was her favorite song. When their mother's screams would ring through the old wooden door, fists pounding away, Y/N would sing, and it always calmed her down. During the past few days, Chrissy called her every night when she woke up, and asked her big sister to sing for her again. It didn't matter what time it was, Y/N always did it. Y/N began to sing again.

"Somewhere over the rainbow... way up high... There's a land that I heard of... once in a lullaby..."

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@imchangkyunned , @creativedogs , @nightless ,

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x cunningham!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things s4 #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fanficton #chrissy cunningham

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johanthefriskiestofbits · 7 months

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oooooo please tell me (who knows nothing on the subject) about orv swap au

hehehe. hehehehehehe. hehehehehehehhehehehhheheheh <- guy who is so normal

the premise of orv swap au (name has yet to be finalized) is this: what if kdj and yjh swapped narrative positions (reader <-> character) but very little else? what if a video game player enters a time loop to save his favorite character from dying over and over again and also to end the apocalypse?

admittedly it's not super fleshed out yet (a lot of the changes this premise would introduce are still not hammered out yet) but here are some points under the cut (novel spoilers ahead!)

orv swap au starts with pro gamer yjh who feels :/ abt his job, but hey, it pays the bills. despite (or maybe because of) his relative popularity as a pro gamer and networking with the agency/sponsors/people to impress, he's kind of isolated in a way that's detrimental, a facade of someone he's not whenever he's on camera

something to play around with is the idea of agency? maybe this yjh doesn't feel like he has any and has his hands tied between the lifestyle and being under public scrutiny and not having enough of a support system to leave everything behind. maybe he doesn't know what else he would even do. maybe he's aimless and drifting with nothing to hold on to.

his favorite video game is what i've been thinking of as World's Hardest To Play Indie Game (not based on difficulty but just on the experience of consuming it) a boring, exposition heavy, player-hostile, poorly designed, slightly buggy mess of a barely-playable game: twsa, a game that was not finished upon release and experiences with sporadic updates every now and then.

the ending tree to this game is so convoluted its insane. also theres no save states so if you die (very likely) u restart babeyyy.

twsa (video game) does have multiple endings, all of which happen when kdj, your main character, dies. some are farther into the apocolypse than others, some paths require meta knowledge of future events or character actions or items or whatever. the "true ending" is either analogous to the original 1863: kdj makes it to the end at the cost of everyone he loves, or hsy's modified 1863: kdj makes himself enemy of the scenario to secure a way out for the kimcom remnants.

there's branches on the choices tree where everyone dies and everything sucks and is bad forever and theres choices to make where kdj gets to make a family and they don't really get to settle down but they can get pretty close to it among the ruins of the apocalypse. through all his testing, yjh finds that these endings are nice but peter out - to get to the end of the apocalypse yjh has to claw his way there inch by painful inch, through betrayal and sacrifice, and he still cant fully get past it

i originally wanted to finagle a yoohankim 3 way swap but i couldn't figure it out. swap aus are a lot easier to work with when they're even numbers, at least to me, so this au features a ysa who is a video game company employee by day and by night she really has become god this time (and also a terrible indie dev). and this is how jungdoksang can still win !!!!

also yjh's coworker from Real Life hsy :) i haven't decided if she's like an employee for the same agency, or if she's someone else in the gaming circles that yjh interacts with sometimes (in my heart theyre in like some sort of discord server together), or something like that but she's around. whatever she does she is twitter cancelled for something. to me.

the only other character swaps are lsk and yma. yma is yjh's estranged sister (in broad strokes there's a vague bad parent situation going on here) (they used to be close until they drifted apart and slowly started hating each other [there is an abyss between them that neither of them can bridge]) (he feels that she betrayed him and threw him under the bus so he left [maybe he gets kicked out]) (she feels that he abandoned her to whatever situation they have going on [he didn't even try to take her with him]) and he has to find her when the apocalypse starts. yjh older sibling to yma gives us a whole different little dynamic to explore from kdj ysk (there's different levels of responsibility and guilt and blame when you're talking siblings that are soooooo interesting to me. sorry that i see any set of siblings and immediately try to figure out how to make them worse)

lsk is kdj's mom who appeared into existence at some point with kdj and they were both just adults. that's weird isn't it. oh well. i guess she can become a transcendent later too for funsies

everyone else stays in the same configuration of Real Person vs Character to me this is a very important aspect

this point has no precedent with the swap, nothing particular that would change to cause this, but it would be so funny if lgy was a little gamer boy who is an avid yjh hater. hates that guy. shows up to competitions to boo him. tunes into yjh's silent no-mic speedrunning streams to mald in chat but yjh +mods don't ban him bc its kinda funny.

anyways the apocalypse starts when yjh and his coworker/fellow gamer hsy are on a train to twitchcon and lgy is also there (also headed to twitchcon) and he brings bugs because he likes them but also to sabotage yjh specifically. its just funny if this happened. you understand

instead of having reader-related skills and abilities, yjh's skills are video game player based! he gets flavor text insight on people, location, and items, things like that. notably, he has the ability to reset, to bring himself back to the beginning of the apocalypse

orv swap proper follows yjh as the Player of the Game (Consumer of the Narrative) who lives hundred of lifetimes in this ruined-world-become-reality "replaying" [read: time looping through] the game to reshape it to save his fave character from self implosion (kdj with no dissociation is very prone to dying. all the time.). to revisit the idea of playing with yjh and the idea of agency, of creation, the only way to get past the apocalypse is to go off the beaten path, to choose options that weren't even there in the game. when in space, at his darkest point, yjh becomes a writer. in this story, at his darkest point, he has to become a creator too

please do not ask me how the epilogues go i dont know how the epilogues go (i don't want to throw yjh back into a train for milennia after he Just went through a thousand resets so i'm sending kdj for that but i havent fully planned how or why)

anyways, hope that helps!!! :)

#orv au #orvswap #i think i will main tag this. just the one tag tho. poorly planned au be upon ye.#orv #orv spoilers #<- for blacklists!#i only realized after creating this au that this is just how p//mmm goes except its videogame themed and hater lgy is there lol #anyways wheres that post that says time loops are about tragedy and theyre about saying i will make this right #and secret third thing time loops are about love #also each individual dynamic for the creater-player-character triangle in this is so interesting to me to explore like #you have the new kdj-yjh one (mostly similar tbh. was the crux of the au after all) which is a fun space to play in #but then you have a brand new kdj-ysa one to work with which is !!!! a writer and her character. a creator and her creation #and then you have ysa-yjh as the creator and her audience of 1!!!!!!! where is yjh that he needs to be saved? how does ysa answer that call #to love to the point of creation.... to tear the world asunder..... to create the worlds most unplayable rpg.......#lets meet again in another life. ysa reaches out toward yjh but cant reach him before she wakes up. cant quite tell him its not his fault #and Dont Even get me Started on yoo sister dynamics ill go insane #because theyre siblings but for a while (and def at the beginning of the story) it hurts to be around each other (its a betrayal #its a pang in your chest its a you were supposed to protect me and you were supposed to love me and i dont even know you anymore)#but also the swap means the 4th wall eats yma and leaves yjh begging for her back ('dont you hate her?' 'shes my little sister'#which is neither agreement nor denial but also both at once)#its ya boi #tango mango #anyways thanks for the ask im very normal about the ask

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i don't know josh please tell me about him. if u want

ough i would love to. this is going to end up so much fucking text because i don't know how to be concise so courtesy readmore also the linebreaks might make no sense but it's better than a massive chunk of text which is what it was initially before i realized that is Awful

ok so josh(ua majkavić) is my character for my friends and i's monster of the week campaign The Body and like his entire character concept is being if damien thorn or rosemary's baby or any other human-raised demonspawn grew up to become a guy who sucks. he grew up around the appalachian part of georgia but has been living in the general area of chicago with his ineffectual nerd roommates for most of his adulthood now

he's pretty majorly depressive/somewhat of a doomer, terminally insincere, and is generally predisposed to cruelty, but he's a pretty funny guy mostly intentionally. in all reality he cares quite hard and usually does not actually mean to be awful but it is literally his nature it makes him feel kind of bad sometimes but he also genuinely has to throw up if anyone cries around him. he also did beat a kid on an opposing roller hockey team to death when he was like 15 and made blood and dead fish rain on his town for about 12 hours don't worry about it.

he doesn't really leave his room if he can help it he has a really scary like prison gym setup in there and a carefully controlled climate both so he can keep as covered up as possible all the time and so his intricate crypto rig(/only source of income because he doesn't want to be a line cook again) doesn't catch on fire

has tyler durden-esque god-daddy issues despite having no father involved in his creation and is a COLOSSAL momma's boy to the point of getting about as close to being a misandrist as a cis bi man can get. speaking of which his mom (rosemary<3 aren't i clever) is a slightly hippieish cultist who had him as part of a ritual so he can bring about the radical change her group wants and bring about the end times but she also loves her baby (29 year old son) so so so so so so so much. he knows that most kids didn't have animal sacrifices at their birthday parties but he doesn't feel like having that conversation with anybody!

ok anyway ummmmmm let's see. he is the kind of guy that shaves his head in response to any occasion of major stress. starting as a young teenager one of his favorite hobbies was writing gruesome chainmail stories and he stopped in his early 20s but he thinks about going back to it sometimes. he was hooking up semi-regularly with their now-dead roommate and that is going to be a bigger deal than he ever expected it to be. his favorite movie is martyrs and his favorite game is cs:go which he is VASTLY toxic in. he's 5'10" and gets insecure about it sometimes. while he is quite good with computers he is still the least tech-inclined of his household and he recently clicked on a sketchy link his sister's hacked account sent him once and his roommates have lost all faith in his internet safety knowledge and he is suffering the consequences more in that way than he is in actual damage to his pc. he has a really bad tattoo somewhere but i haven't decided where or what yet a tribal tattoo is tempting but almost feels too obvious for a former linecook

he is very fun i think i do a bad job at describing him in a way that doesn't sound intolerable to play with i promise everyone loves josh. i still have not finished art of him at any point but the best i have to offer is this. jotch at 29 at the time of the campaign, around 15-16, and at his ninthish birthday with his mom:D

#sory for such a late response i have been busy and my phone hates answering asks badly #i also have no concept of which of these pieces of information are at all interesting i'm just saying shit #AND THANK YOU FOR SHOWING INTEREST BTW ;_; i love seeing you tabletop post

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cardinaldante · 4 months

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Greetings Siblings of the church! It is Cardinal Dante yet again, but this time I am joined by Phantom! My punishment is over, and I can go back to work, so I have been taking advantage of that and snuck into my office early this morning to do any of the work that's piled up. Schools also started back up, but since I'm a cardinal, I'm mostly 'home schooled', meaning that I don't have to go to the traditional school that all the other underage siblings here go to. I get a packet each month that I have to work through and return to the teachers. Technically, it's supposed to last the entire month, but I usually finish it the first week and hand them back at the end of the month like normal.

Phantom came to visit me after he was finished with Band Practice. He seemed really down, and after a bit of coaxing, he told me he wasn't getting along well with the other ghouls, or siblings. I was the first sibling to actually show him kindness. Which, siblings, is so... So... Augh???? Why haven't any of you been showing him a modicrum of respect??? He says that everyone says that he's replacing his brother, or that he's taking his brothers spot, which is not true! Phantom is sweet, nice, and he hasn't been any sort of mean to me since I've known him.

Anyways, after giving him a healthy bit of reassurance, I finished all of my paperwork and decided to go on a little mission to Papa Copia's office. See, some of my paperwork needs to be signed off by Papa Copia, as he's my senior. Usually, Cardinal Mickelson does it, but as hes been swamped with work lately, I headed to Papa Copia. He seemed to be suprised Phantom was trailing me around when I got there, and even more suprised when I explained to him why Phantom came to me. Rest assured, dear siblings who have given Phantom respect, Papa Copia had told me that he'll deal with the issue!!

He was also happy I finished all of my work, but very confused when I showed him the ritual sheet. See, for those who are not in the church, usually every two weeks(Around the full moon), we do a Ritual. I know some of you think you know what it is because you've gone to the bands shows, but the rituals at the church are much, much different. I can't actually explain it, nor can I tell you what happens at them, as i've actually never went to one. The rituals are for 18 and up, and I, dear siblings, am not 18. I've unfortunately got a few more years to go before I hit it.

Anyways, Papa Copia was confused because apparently I'm not supposed to be doing the Ritual sheet things. It's only for the adults and senior Cardinals to see. I told him I'd been doing it since I became Cardinal, and he told me to leave the ritual sheet there and that he'd figure out who gave me permission to do it. After that, me and Phantom left, and ran straight into Papa Terzo.

It looked like he had gotten a bloody nose- his mouth and front of his cassock was all bloody, and I swear there was blood in his hair. He looked shocked to see me, and Phantom even looked suprised. He muttered quick appologies in what I think was Italian before fleeing into Papa Copia's office, shutting the door behind him. I asked Phantom about it, but he said he wasn't privy to what the Papa's were- which, piqued my interest. I asked him what he ment, but Phantom clammed up after that, and didn't ssy anything else about that.

Sisters and brothers, I think I have a mystery on my hands. A confusing and twisting one at that. I thought that the Papa's were human, but... From what it seems- from what Phantom's said, the Papa's are not. Did that have something to do with why the Papa's wore so much make up? Or maybe...

Phantom says I should just leave it alone, and for now, I will. He's a nice ghoul, and I like his companionship more than Swiss. I don't want to chase him away. He told me that he wanted me to come to the ghouls den so we could play video games- but since one of the ghouls was in rut(he refused to tell me what that ment and refused to look at my eyes), the ghouls den was dangerous for humans at the moment. I invited him back to my room instead, and we chatted and played video games for the rest of the day.

Siblings, my mind is full of ideas and questions about the Papa's that I fear I won't get unless I look it up. If any of you have any ideas about what the Papa's are, send me a message. I don't want to bother Phantom, and I know Phil will probably not say anything about it either.

Speaking of Phil, I still don't have my rosary, and I know I told him I wouldn't go back to the greenhouse- however we have Midnight Mass on Sunday, and I will be in attendance- as I am a Cardinal. I need my rosary. I would go back to Phil, but he's probably swamped in work, so I will go back and grab it tommorow. I'll even bring Phantom with me. Atleast, if the ghoul shows back up, Phantom could distract it with his quintessential magic. Wish me luck, siblings.

#ask blog #ghost band #roleplay #the band ghost #ghost bc

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hi!! i was rereading your arceus fics, because stars i love them, and when i was rereading "like looking in a mirror", i noticed your inclusion about her village being raided before she was led to meet kamado and beni. as someone interested in writing cyllene: is this a canon beat? or something you came up with? (if it's the latter, how do you imagine cyllene's backstory to play out? :0)

Answering this in the middle of the night bvs I woke up for no reason so sorry if I am incoherent BUT that plot point was 100% me speculating and is not mentioned/supported by canon anywhere in the game or related media.

Tbh part of the reason I went with it just because Cyllene seems like the "tragic backstory" type, bcs you know the hard outer shell plus her realistic if harsh seeming attitude about independence and strength and death. But also it is canon that she was "the most feared swordswoman in all of Hoenn" before coming to Hisui, and I saw other people extrapolating from that--and general game lore--that up until the invention of the pokeball the world was a much more dangerous place, and that Hoenn specifically could have been host to all sorts of bandits and pirates and the like that would drive a person to take up arms to protect themselves(and perhaps others as well).

We also see that it's not uncommon for the average person to have bad histories with both people and pokemon, Kamado and Beni for example are motivated by violently losing their original homes, so yeah with all of that I figured it would make sense, or at least be a safe bet, that something awful had happened in Cyllene's past that would drive her to become a swordswoman at first before moving to Hisui and so strongly believing in Kamado's mission to build a safe home for future generations, and while I first went with "village destroyed by bandits" eventually I narrowed it down in my head to "family murdered by bandits" cuz both are easy excuses but one is def more angsty and personal than the other.

As for my full take, I got into it in deeper detail in some other fics I haven't finished yet(I have a serious WIP problem...) but I kinda stole Tanjiro's backstory from Demon Slayer? Except bandits instead of demons attacked her family and she survived because she was away gathering kindling in the woods nearby as opposed to being far away staying with an acquaintance for the night. I did give her a big family, both parents as well as two bothers and a sister, just for maximum Pain Potential and because she seems to have a softer side and starts to help take care of the player right away, so that would explain her barely buried caring instinct, and I had it so after she found her family a neighbor came by and ended up taking her in until she realized she wanted to train to use a sword and took off to find a teacher.

After that I figured given how while she is harsh at first, she does seem to genuinely care about others and wants to protect Jubilife Village and eventually the player(also in Hisuian Snow she's easily swayed by Alec's plea for help and is very ride or die the entire mission both for the people and the pokemon), I could see her having a past as a sword for hire protecting travelers and villages as needed, and that she only stopped when she started to tire of a life without a home and met Kamado and decided to join the Galaxy Team and dedicate herself to their mission.

As for the married to Laventon thing, before Hisuian Snow confirmed they first met when she was already established in Hisui and working on forming the Survey Corps, I liked the idea of them being kinda stealth married, like they've been married for ages and most people just don't realize, and a few other people in the fandom had already ran with that and had the two of them met after she joined up with Kamado but before the Galaxy Team headed for Hisui, when Laventon was in Hoenn working on his research or interning under a different professor, and I just was like "yes good adopting that immediately" cuz it seemed sweet that when they were younger Lav managed to woo her despite how different they are, and just ahfj them they're so cute and imaging them as young lovers being adorable together makes my brain melt into a puddle of happy goo.

Anyway sorry this got long and rambly, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic and I hope this answered your questions(as well as perhaps several others you did not ask), I'm going to try to go back to sleep now lmao

#feel free to send more surveyshipping asks tho I have debilitating brainrot for them #surveyshipping #long post #pla #Text

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ms-nesbit · 1 year

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Casa Blanca

(a sequel to Blink; part of the Read It and Weep jason todd x reader series)

summary: It is reader's first appearance at the Wayne Manor, let alone a Wayne gala. A game ensues, followed by an interaction with Jason in the garden.

warnings: mentions of racism and the KKK, brief jealousy from Jason, and flirty Dick Grayson

words: 4.5k

note: jason is 23 in this series; i'm probably gonna write a third part to this, but haven't decided. if i did, it would be an ode to one of my favorite dramatic novels of all time.

AO3

Littered with conceited figures, the Wayne family - with the exception of Duke and Damian - entertained the affluent and powerful guests, easing the pressure off of Alfred and Bruce.The adoptive siblings played a game of Heads, in which the player with the greatest number of entertained guests - and fewest complaints - wins.

Dick, as charmed as he was, submitted the winning crown to his younger sister, Cass, who, for a reason she refuses to admit, wears a bubbly, charismatic allure that ensnared the unknowing (albeit selfish) company.

Yet most eyes were on Jason, his taller figure standing out from the crowd of wealth, with his arm draped loosely around y/n’s shoulders. He wore his signature ensemble: a black tailored suit decorated with patchwork of deep rouge; he knew, however, that his body and regard, or lack thereof, of the gala was not the fruitful topic of the evening; rather, the person under his arm, sporting a currant sweater dress, its turtleneck layering over her sternum and lower neck, barely catching the ends of her casually-kept hair.

Their lax appearance carried through the Wayne Manor as they strolled, unbothered by the glances (and few glares) from the visitors; Jason pridefully smirked, knowing how pleased he was with y/n’s dismissal of the dress code — as, past her dress, she wore black stockings, torn asymmetrically throughout, and tall black combat boots. Her face (bare with all but the smudged eyeliner) - along with her entire outfit, rebelled against the unspoken rules of the galas, disrespecting (and disgusting) some of the guests.

“Jason has a girlfriend?” one said.

“Not surprised. So trashy.” another spat, rolling his eyes.

And almost simultaneously, the Wayne siblings’ phones chimed (or vibrated), the groupchat exploding with outwardly suppressed emotions.

Spoiler Alert!: DUDE SHES HOT

Red robin (yumm): ikr

Dickhead: don’t harass her, please! We all know how rare it is that Jay gets a girlfriend, so let’s please not scare her away.

Duke of earl: IM COMING DOWN RN STALL FOR ME

“Master Todd,” Alfred began, holding back a grin, “I see that you have a guest this evening. I do welcome you to Wayne Manor, Miss…”

“Y/n. You don’t need to call me Miss, Sir. It’s all good.” y/n smiled widely.

Alfred nodded. “Pleasure is mine, Miss y/n. I do hope that you enjoy your time here tonight, and if you have any questions about the lavatory, don’t hesitate - I know it can be easy to lose one’s self here.” he stepped out of Jason and y/n’s path, flashing a grin and approving nod at Jason.

As the crowd subsided its murmurs, the quartet’s music rose to the air, signaling y/n to offer Jason her hand. “May I have this dance?” her eyes glistened up at him.

“As you wish.” Jason replied, slipping an arm around y/n’s back as they began to sway together. They were unbothered by the occasional glances from nearby guests, staring at each other as the lights dimmed, chatter muted, and rouse subdued into a mere moment shared between them. Jason’s middle finger traced along some of the knit pattern on y/n’s back, humming along with the quartet’s tune.

“You know,” Jason smiled cheekily, to which y/n mirrored, “if you keep this up, they may kick you out of the mansion.” his brow twitched.

“Oh, my stars.” y/n rolled her eyes sarcastically, removing a hand from around Jason’s neck to press against her forehead dramatically. “What ever will I do without Bruce Wayne’s extravagencies?” As y/n finished her last word in a mocking Southern accent, Jason pressed his lips together to stifle laughter, his eyes shifting to look behind her.

“Jason, I see you have a guest with you tonight.” a male voice spoke seriously behind y/n, startling her as she jumped a bit and turned around to face the man.

Jason’s eyes flickered at y/n before quickly moving to Bruce. “Bruce, this is y/n, my…”

“Friend.” y/n innocently grinned, her eyes unmatching her overly warm tone. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Bruce stated, voice unwavering. “I just wanted to introduce myself before Jason’s siblings do. Seems that they have met you before.”

Y/n shook her head, puzzled. “I don’t believe so…I talked with this guy Dick over the phone, but haven’t seen anyone. Though I met Alfred, who’s nice.”

“Alfred has been with us for decades.” Bruce replied matter-of-factly. “I hope you enjoy your time tonight, y/n. Nice meeting you.”

“You, too.” y/n barely spoke before whipping her head back at Jason, eyes bulging and face reddened with embarrassment.

Jason chuckled, throwing his head back. “That couldn’t have gone better, oh my god.”

“Stop laughing, you infant!” y/n teased, still blushing. “You could have told me!”

Rolling his eyes, Jason remarked, “Trust me: you are much better than the last person I brought home, who ended up stealing some of Bruce’s valuable items. And Dick’s underwear.”

Y/n gaped at the tall man, stunned. “You’ve gotta tell me that story later, there is no way—”

“Hi!” a voice interrupted y/n mid sentence, drawing the couple’s attention. “You must be y/n!”

It was Tim, wearing an all-black suit and tie, height drastic from Jason. He goofily grinned, eyes energetic. “Y/n, this is Tim, my younger brother.” sighed Jason.

Y/n grinned kindly. “Hey, Tim, nice to meet you!”

As y/n and Tim chatted, Jason checked his phone, which vibrated continuously in his suit pants pocket.

Cass: has anyone talked to her yet?

Dickhead: bruce told me he met her. Apparently, she was mocking the gala and pissing off some of the guests.

Red robin (yumm): LMAOOO why am i not surprised

Spoiler alert!: sounds like my new best friend

Duke of earl: alfred told me he met her, too. He approves

Spoiler alert!: red riding hood’s found his mate?????

Jason let out an exasperated sigh as he finished the string of messages, catching Tim’s attention from the conversation with y/n. “Everyone’s pretty excited to meet her, Jay, what can we say?” he shrugged awkwardly.

“I think the feeling’s mutual. Anyone play games here with all these fancy parties?” y/n asked, drawing a laugh and affirmative nod from Tim.

“All the time. Usually to see how many people we can distract with small talk, but we used to play other ones - Jay, remember the one you used to play with Dick to see how many ‘kick me’ signs you could stick on people’s backs?”

Jason smiled mischievously. “Sure do.” he chimed proudly. “And once I kicked Commissioner’s ass, too. Bruce wasn’t too pleased with that one.” he recounted to y/n, who snickered in response.

“Serves him right for not giving the joker the chair.” she muttered under her breath, causing Tim to nudge at Jason suggestively. “But yeah, I’m down to play. Where is the rest of your family?” y/n asked Jason and Tim.

“Letting them know now.” Tim replied, texting on his phone.

Within minutes, each of the siblings trickled into view, introducing themselves to y/n, including a timid Damian and an even more shy Duke, who barely pushed a word out before choking on his gum and abruptly leaving. While this occurred, Jason drew small, delicate circles on the small of y/n’s back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone, despite his face growing more impatient with each sibling’s eager self-introduction.

“Which one is your favorite so far?” Jason leaned in to whisper into y/n’s ear.

Y/n shrugged. “I like them all so far. Nobody’s a dick.”

Jay chortled. “Well, here he is.” as his eyes pointed to a tone man in a black and navy-embellished suit, brushing his hair back. “Y/n, this is the dickhead you spoke to on the phone.” Jay smiled boastfully, pleased with his words.

“I’m Dick, but yes, it is nice to meet you in person, y/n.” he flashed y/n a genuine grin. “I’ve gotta say that I like how you shook the dress code up a bit. It looks good on you.”

Jason sharply exhaled through his nose, jealousy bubbling in the center of his esophagus. “Oh, hi, Dick. Weird that I’d be meeting you last out of your big family.” y/n treaded her words carefully, distancing herself from the overwhelming subject. “Tim told me you guys play a game. Would you mind if we all played something a little different? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

The corner of Dick’s mouth twitched, wanting to express sympathy. “Not a problem. What kind were you thinking? I think I can let everyone know and we could meet in the back garden.” he motioned his head to the double-doors beside the throuple, leading to a display of shrubbery and distant (and mindfully placed) wildflowers.

Jason’s fingers moved to hold y/n’s hip, giving her a quick squeeze as his eyes never left Dick. “I was thinking we could try to find out who has the best gossip out of everyone?” Y/n spoke uncertainly, cocking her head to the side.

“That actually sounds—”

“Great!” Steph chimed from behind the throuple, interrupting their conversation. “Oh my god, why didn’t we think of that?” she added, rather loudly. “I’ll send the text now and let everyone know. We’re about to rile some shit up, girl.”

After Steph trotted off, phone in hand, y/n beamed up at Jason, who returned the smile. “I told you they’d like you, Baby.” he purred, pulling y/n closer to him with the hand on her hip. “Besides, even if they didn’t, that would mean more time alone for us.” He flashed her a suggestive look, emitting a wave of goosebumps on y/n’s neck and arms.

Dick noticed the coquettish attitude on Jason, along with y/n’s flushed giggle, and excused himself. “I’ve got some things I gotta do, but I’ll be meeting you both out in the gardens, yeah?”

Y/n and Jason nodded, eyes still fixated with each other.

After Dick disappeared into the crowd, Jay moved his hand to rest on y/n’s other hip, bringing her in front of him to dance; his grip remained firm on y/n, as if afraid to find out if he let go, or if she would slip from his reach; y/n noticed this, but said, with a step closer to the taller man, and a finger twisting in the hair behind his head, that there was no need to worry — his fears were fictional, and in this moment, only his desire (to be held for no reason other than to care; to be gazed at without a trick upon her sleeve, or acicular disloyalty to be soon displayed) should be realized.

Jason’s breath hitched as he realized, again, how comfortable y/n remained with him despite knowing his identity. Surely, he thought, self-doubt waltzing in his conscious, y/n doesn’t know how bad it was.

But…she did. In fact, in the period between their first exchange in the dark alley and the following at Gomez’s, y/n utilized her connections to seek more information about the hooded shadow. It seemed as if the media disliked him through and through, regardless of his obvious aversion to harming the vulnerable, the innocent. And in those police reports, eyewitness accounts, intentionally hidden in (poorly) encrypted files, y/n felt more in awe than ever that such a ‘woeful’ being had a heart, a beating one pumping compassion and morality in a reality that lacked such a necessity.

Love is a strong word for y/n, though one she glossed over in studies, or in the tales in which she’d drown herself; she felt the heavy syllable rolling from her tongue effortlessly, smooth like top-shelf scotch. But the word was silent, a secret she had yet to reveal to Jay, and she, too, danced in trepidation, watching her footwork along the grass of glass shards;

He was once a story to her, a protagonist with adventures and feats under his belt that y/n only read about; The Tales Of Red Hood were the stories she’d fall asleep to on those nights, and the ones she’d retell herself during the daytime, eyes scanning whatever building he may live in (if he did). And the nights that he would visit her, to validate her sanity (and even bring a bit of safe tidings, if he allowed her).

“They look surprisingly good together.” Cass was half surprised at her own observation as she stared at the pair dancing in the other end of the crowd.

Steph dreamily sighed and nodded. “Don’t they?”

Nearly rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Cass stuck her tongue out in disgust. “So weird.”

“Right?” Duke popped out from…somewhere, as always. “I mean, how is someone actually into him?”

“And I heard she knew about Hood, too. They’re relaxed with each other, though. Haven’t ever really seen him this comfortable with someone.” Cass sadly added, looking away from the pair to distract herself.

—-

The Wayne siblings each excused themselves from the party to congregate outside in the garden. They met before the gazebo, “just past the phallic shrubs,” as Tim put it. The eight of them gathered in a rugged circle, awkwardly standing in silence before Dick spoke up.

“I explained this to everyone in the groupchat, y/n, but you came up with this great idea for a little—”

“Tournament!” Tim completed, with more enthusiasm than usual. “This is gonna be great, guys. I think we should split up into teams—”

“No way should we do teams, Restaurant Company.” Jason argued.

“Yes! Every man for themself!” Damian chanted, fists clenched.

Barbara sighed. “And woman.”

The group snowballed into an incoherent string of arguments, y/n indecisive as to which she wanted to pay attention.

Jason, concerned for y/n’s confusion, had enough. “Okay!” The bickering stopped abruptly, followed by an exchange of glances between Steph and Cass. “How about we let y/n explain herself?”

“Thank you.” y/n whispered to Jason. “I think we should do two rounds: round one will be teams, with the losing team disqualified; round two will be the winning team broken into individuals to compete for the win.”

“How should we pick teams?” Barbara asked.

“That’s a good question.” y/n agreed, pondering for a moment before answering, “People wearing cool colors should be team one, and people wearing warm colors should be team two.”

“You only did that so you could be on a team with your boyfriend!” Steph teased, causing a ruckus of dramatic “oooh”s.

Y/n admitted, “Yes, that is true. Would you rather I be on the opposing team? I mean, one could argue that this shade of red is cool.”

Damian corrected, “Actually, it is cool, and Duke and Dick are neutral shades—”

“But I think I’m okay being cool while Duke is warm, right?” Dick commented, awaiting Duke’s hesitant nod. “So it’s settled: Duke, Jason, Damian, Tim, and Barbara are on team one; y/n, Cass, Steph, and I are on team two. Sound good, everyone?” Everybody nodded, some appearing more displeased with their assignment than others. “Cool. Any questions?”

Damian raised his hand. “How do we determine what ‘gossip’ is good? Is there a tier system we should follow, or could you give us examples?”

“I actually thought that it would be based off of what would be most surprising about each guest.” Barbara frankly answered. “I mean, if, for example, the mayor’s wife turns out to be supporting something very progressive, then that would be a medium shocker; however, if the mayor himself admits to having been a drag queen before his political uprising, then that would be top tier, at least.”

“Really? I don’t see it to be surprising at all.” Steph commented genuinely.

Dick sighed. “If we don’t decide something, then we’ll be here all night. Whoever gets the most information without the use of any devices or aid from others, wins.”

The group accorded well to the decision, immediately dividing to either group. Before Jason left y/n’s side, he snuck a peck on her cheek, and a low “Let me know if you need anything, Loser.”

It drew a gasp from y/n. “Mr. Todd, are you insinuating that I will be defeated?”

“You are going down.” Tim motioned, chest puffed out in competitiveness.

The gang of siblings returned to the gala, dispersing among the crowd of socialites. Barbara rolled to a trio of policemen, inserting herself in the conversation about pursuit expenditures; her body language was cool, but interested, her shoulders back and hands at her lap as she listened.

“Jefferson, I’m sure you’ve finished the report by now. Captain is gonna be pretty pissed if she found out that you spent most of your time at parties…”

“...and clubs.” another colleague finished, his eyes motioning to Barbara, who was still listening astutely. “Your wife won’t be too happy about the ‘investigations’ at the Gotham Lotus.” Bingo, Babs thought to herself before waving to a woman, rolling away to move toward her.

Meanwhile, Cass and Dick attracted a crowd of guests, offering up stories while acting them out theatrically.

“...and Bruce told me we’re out of milk!” Dick finished, the crowd erupting in a cacophony of laughter.

As a few of the guests returned to their individual conversations, an older gentleman approached the pair, offering advice. “When I was your age, my mother was as rough as a storm. Now, she was around long before the great dust bowl, but she made sure she gave us a wallop if we were ungrateful.

“But on her deathbed,” the man looked down, eyes full of emotion, “she told me why she was the way she was.”

Dick nodded. “You guys had it hard during your time. My parents…before they passed, they told me stories. They had little snippets of the past like train tickets, ticket stubs, all that, but the truth really isn’t found as easily as it should be.” he crossed his arms, upset at his own words.

“And she wasn’t even mine. She took me in after the dust bowl.” the gentleman finished, voice wavering with age and remorse. He exchanged a brief moment with Dick and Cass, who both offered an embrace, before Dick walked him back over to his caretaker, the man still recounting tales to the taller aerialist.

At the children’s territory, Duke and Damian entertained the kids using their individual tactics: Duke played tea party with the girls, awkwardly hunching in a child’s seat as he was fed plastic salmon and broccoli as the girls flaunted their knowledge about their parents, one alleging that she “has two mommies, one that daddy doesn’t tell my real mommy about”; Damian chose to pursue information directly, bribing the children with candy or chocolate. He handed a skittle for each ‘truth,’ one boy earning five skittles by revealing that his cousin was a henchman for Poison Ivy.

As the grandfather clock struck ten o’clock, the Wayne siblings met back in the garden, as agreed upon, wearing broad smiles (or, in Jason’s case, a disgusted look, as one widow expressed her feelings for him). They naturally parted into their groups, facing each other as they waited for directions from Dick.

“So, we’ll all take turns talking. I have the noise level meter with me here - the higher the meter, the better the points. Who wants to go first?”

Placing the noise level meter directly between either group, Dick removed a notepad and pencil from his back pocket, drawing a t-chart and labeling one side ‘cool’ and another ‘warm’. He then turned his chin up at Damian, whose hand was raised, to begin.

Dick took notes as the LCD display of the meter counted the decibels of the group’s reaction, the static noise humming abrasively. He also, on a separate side of the pad, marked a tally for each time y/n and Jason exchanged glances. The tally was at fifteen before it was Jason’s turn to speak.

“So I found out a couple of things,” he began, blowing air from his teeth. “I don’t know how to really say this without sounding crass, but apparently Representative Smith had an uncle who was in the KKK.”

The meter shook with vibration as the group exploded at the bombshell. “What?!” Dick shouted, jaw dropping.

“And he invited me to lunch last year.” Duke huffed.

“I’m sorry. He apparently thinks that it was relevant in the conversation—”

Steph blurted, “What was it even about?!”

Jason, stoic, looked right at Steph. “Separation of church and state, which he’s apparently against in his coming political race.”

Again, the group bellowed, followed by a few iterations of curses.

“The only other thing was that the old hag, Ms. Stevenson? The one whose husband, a firefighter, died while saving someone from one of Joker’s arson attempts? She hit on me, and said, and I quote, ‘she could offer a better price than y/n has.’”

The bunch fell silent, eyes wandering over to y/n for a reaction. She stood, covering her mouth with a hand as she attempted to stifle a laugh. Her focus lasered in on Jason, expression amused and harmless before she lost control and erupted into laughter, breaking the tension in the garden. “There ain’t no way this geriatric patient said that to you.”

Jason gawked, visibly offended as he placed his hands on his hips. “Excuse me, Bookgirl, but I have suitors too, y’know.”

Y/n straightened her dress, completely silent as she felt the Wayne family’s eyes on her. She stalled for a moment, staring up at the stars absentmindedly, before crossing her arms in front of her and resting her weight on her right leg, her boot toe facing out. She ran her lip along her bottom lip and bit down on it as she finally said, “That why you followed me for a month?” in a condescending manner, her nose wrinkling. The group broke out in loud commentaries, Tim and Duke patting Jason’s large back jokingly before he gave each of them quick but icy glares.

Dick jotted down the decibels, a smirk apparent on his face. He then motioned his hands up and down, suggesting the group subsided their cheers. As the emotion subdued, Dick focused on his notes, adding up each count for a total from either group. When he finished (and double checked his math), he said, “I have the totals.”

The group stared at him in anticipation, and he announced, “Duke, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Babs — you are the winners of this round. Unfortunately for us,” he turned to his own team, “we were shy just 11 points. But you all did an exceptional job.” he smiled at each of his mates individually, giving y/n a warmer grin than the others.

Noticing the glance, Jason spoke out. “Y’know, as much as I like gathering intel from these rich snobs, I think I wanna dip. Dickhead, wanna have anyone take my place?” he added.

“Cass, you wanna take his place?” Dick immediately questioned, which received a feverish nodding from Cass.

Jason offered y/n his elbow for her to take, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked.

Y/n obliged, and the pair saluted the group, most of whom were already shuffling back inside to compete against each other for the crown (whatever it may be).

As the two strolled on the pebbled path, the moon shone down on them; it reflected off of Jason in particular, allowing y/n to see his features in the otherwise dark night before she turned her head to look at the intricate landscaping. Her hands’ grip tightened around his forearm, instantly reminding him of their first encounter; she did not notice, however, that his focus was on her, appreciating the beacon of moonlight painting her skin; her grin shone far greater than the moon, and each smile wrinkle that appeared on her cheeks as she expressed herself sparked a heat underneath Jason’s tailored suit, in his beaten and scarred chest, underneath the cosmetic wear. He wanted to carry her, watch y/n’s hair as it floated against the gravity - wretched gravity - wearing her down, but her attention was so pure as she examined the array of rose bushes and jasmine vines, stopping briefly to smell them in their dream state. He watched her as she looked attentively, paying mind to their delicate condition.

Before she realized Jason left her side, y/n turned to lay eyes on a white lily, plucked from its stem, presented before her. With a momentary gesture, y/n stood still as Jason tucked the lily safely on her ear, kissing her forehead. “ Lilium Casa Blanca; a casa blanca lily. It has different names, but it is one of the only varieties in this garden that blooms at night.” Jason informed y/n, standing right in front of her, her eyes at level with his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, closing the gap between them as he held her in a firm embrace.

“I begged Bruce to plant more of these when I lived here.” he stated, chin resting on y/n’s head. “I used to stay up here late at night, unaccustomed to the living arrangement, and, I dunno. Kind of bummed me out that there were no night flowers. Coming here would be my solace — other than in the kitchen with Alfred, or my alone time in the library. And when I met Poison Ivy, she told me about some of the other things we could grow here.” He felt y/n’s body relax in his arms, smiling at the reaction. He opened his mouth to continue, but closed it again, wanting to relish the moment with her instead. Y/n’s hands tucked between them, resting on the poplin material covering his broad chest.

She was his solace, Jay hoped, as she curled herself on him; she was brighter than the stars that dared try to shine brighter than she; y/n was the gardener tending to her duties, and Jason the rosebush with prickly thorns admonishing her away — it wasn’t his fault that he sported such needle-prick thorns on his skin, simply a mechanism he developed as he evolved into adulthood. And just as he turned his petals away, shielding himself from the painful jab he expected, he felt water trickling down from above, looking to see y/n replenishing him. She wore her thickly insulated gloves as she handled him, unbothered by the thorns he donned, and realized: y/n knew. She knew of his condition, his development, but chose to alleviate his troubles, becoming a sanctuary for him under her touch.

I love you bore such immense vulnerability he didn’t dare share to anyone before; Jason was a stranger to this comfort, this safety, and was terrified of her leaving. Too wrapped in his thoughts, he was unaware that he spoke them aloud, into the chilled and naked night, and to y/n.

“I love you too, Jason.” she responded, smiling into his chest as she melted in his arms.

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sesame-sim · 9 months

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Books I'm considering next

I mentioned before I add a new book every 5 sim years in my bookish save.. I'm torn about what book to add in next for Year 55. I know It seems too soon to be thinking about it bc I'm posting Year 50 right now, but in actuality I'm halfway through playing Year 53 so I need to give myself some time to finish reading and do prep like take notes, make a timeline.

Below are the ones I'm currently considering. They each have things about them that I really want to play and things about them that would be difficult to show with sims. Opinions welcome! I would love if somebody just tells me they have a clear favorite and then I don't have to decide lol.

In alphabetical order (info on each after the cut)

Clothes, Clothes, Clothes, Music, Music, Music, Boys, Boys, Boys (memoir)

Dust Child (historical fic)

Magic Lessons and the Practical Magic trilogy (fantasy)

Refugee High (nonfic)

Salvage the Bones ; Sing, Unburied Sing (fic)

She's Not There (memoir)

The Glass Castle ; Half Broke Horses (memoir)

To Kill A Kingdom (fantasy)

War and Speech (YA)

Clothes, Clothes, Clothes, Music, Music, Music, Boys, Boys, Boys (memoir of Viv Albertine, member of British female punk rock group The Slits. I'm interested in the aesthetics of this. She's also dated Mick from The Clash, has been friends with various ppl like Sid Vicous. But should I hold out for the possibility of a bands EP or GP in the future? And there's another memoir of hers I could also read before playing. It's more focused on her family rather than her music career)

Dust Child (historical fiction about a half Vietnamese half black man who is trying to find out who his father is in the present time intertwined with the story of two sisters who leave their small town to become bar girls in Saigon in past time. I actually haven't read this yet but I became interested in playing something with a Vietnamese storyline because of the tumblr @biplusco . Their Indochine cc collection made me want to play something set in Southeast Asia.

Magic Lessons; The Book of Magic; The Rules of Magic; Practical Magic (trilogy and a prequel following the Owens family of witches since the 1600s. You may know the movie Practical Magic. Of these books I've read Practical Magic and half of Magic Lessons but haven't read The Book of Magic or The Rules of Magic yet. The main issue here is 4 books is a lot to take notes about and make timelines for before playing through. Plus, starting from the late 1600s all the way to more current times at the speed I play will mean I never finish! But maybe I could JUST play the prequel.)

Refugee High (nonfiction about the high school in the U.S. with the highest percentage of refugees. The author chose some students, each from a different country, to delve into the lives of. Could be interesting depicting each one's past in sims before they end up together in Copperdale High School. But I've only just started reading this one.)

Salvage the Bones; Sing, Unburied, Sing (fictions both by Jesmyn Ward and they take place in the same town. The characters even cross paths at one point. I love her writing so much but a key part of one book is a hurricane and the other book mostly takes place in a car so I don't know if I can do this well in Sims 4 as the game is rn)

She's Not There (memoir, gender transition. I might want to read her other book called Good Boy about every dog she's had in her life first so I can play both together and have each of the pets join the family at the right times)

The Glass Castle; Half Broke Horses (both by Jeannette Walls. The Glass Castle is a really popular memoir about the author's nomadic upbringing with parents who eventually choose to be homeless. Half Broke Horses is her biography of her maternal grandmother. That one mostly takes place on ranches. What happens in The Glass Castle basically picks up right after what happens in Half Broke Horses.)

To Kill A Kingdom (fiction, fantasy, mermaids and princes. This one I'm worried about my lack of cc for. I want to play out a fantasy book at some point but I haven't done any collecting of fantasy cc whatsoever yet so it might take a while to accumulate it )

War and Speech (a humorous YA book about a high school girl, new to a school, who joins the super snobby speech team just to try to bring them down from the inside.)

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Okay in reference to your tags on the Bode post you reblogged from me: I kinda had a theory you were the anon! And I'm honestly very glad to find someone who feels the same way about him because I haven't seen many other people (other than my sister) who do!

If you don't mind me asking, I have two questions for you: what did you think of the rest of Survivor, and what sort of Star Wars fan fic do you write? I saw you mentioned it in your bio!

Lol I do think I went through a few of your posts before sending that ask - but yes, I do agree! Bode is a lot more complicated than I think a lot of people give him credit for; he's a father and a man haunted by a lot of loss which doesn't excuse his actions, but does explain them and make me feel a good deal of empathy to him. I think there's actually a line when they're in the ISB base where Cal calls him a traitor and Bode is like...no, I'm a father

Which is really not an excuse for killing people Bode (but is a very good explanation for how he got where he is)

You said it a lot more eloquently lol

(interestingly, Bode is a sort of parallel to Anakin in some ways - killing and betraying people they see as family/very close friends for the people they love, even though it changes them into something unrecognisable that the person they love can't quite reconcile with)

I do not mind questions at all!

For fanfic, because that's the shorter answer, I write pretty much anything - legends, Kotor, swtor (to some extent, I haven't played through enough of it yet to do proper fic), og, rebels, tcw, extended universe stuff (and even a bit of the sequels although that has to be veru handpicked lol)

I have interacted with so much of the SW universe to some extent and it's such a good sandbox that I will dabble in writing anything lol

(currently I'm doing a lot of Kotor stuff as I finished survivor and decided to fill the hole with yet another playthrough of my favourite unfinished trilogy <3)

As for Jedi Survivor, Imma put my thoughts under the cut because I have...a lot of them lol (there will be spoilers)

I love the graphics, so SO much

Each planet felt different and unique and reminded me how much I loved to play JFO

Also the worlds felt a lot bigger? I think it's because I didn't really do much side stuff, just kinda beelined the plot so a lot of the side quest stuff was just kinda there as fun background NPC chatter lkl

MERRICAL! MERRICAL! MERRICAL!

It's being survivors of two separate genocides by the same tyrannical government and even when you search elsewhere, you still belong at each others side

And it's the Merrin talking Cal down when he's about to kill Denvik and it's Merrin giving Cal space to work out if he wants a relationship or if that wouldn't work but letting him know her own intentions

That moment on Jedha where she calms him down from a nightmare but then takes her own comfort just by being near?

And it's Merrin in general lol my darlingest fave <3

Also! After that kiss on Jedha after everyone has gone back in, my brother said (as a joke) "and now they have sex!" And then it immediately cuts to morning

Iconic moment

Also on Jedha - spamels! Someone out there went desert creature - so, a camel - a camel in space - so a space camel - a spamel

Which just makes me think of the tinned meat which is a...really weird thing to be thinking about

Greez opened a canteena! Monk, I love him - also Mosey

In fact, all of Ramblers Reach, I really like that they gave you a main base that's so...connected to people in this game??

Also that garden, I could spend all day in that garden

And the High Republic stuff! I still think it's weird that everyone is treating it as if it's ancient history when it's two hundred years ago BUT I really love the aesthetic and the story

I tried getting into the high republic books a while back but only managed one before I had to return them to the library, but this game has made me really excited for the high republic game and has inspired me to try and read the books again

Shout-out to Dagan Gera for being sufficiently unhinged for me to like him, and Rayvis for giving off massive Kotor!Mandalorian vibes

And Bode was a very interesting twist villain as looking back in the game, you can see it almost

(also my older brother called him being a traitor twelve minutes after meeting him which was either incredibly perceptive or he saw it online and is thing to make me think he's incredibly perceptive - either way, he got ridiculously pleased when he was proved right which did not fit with the mood of Cordova's murder lol)

And Kata! It's definitely going to be some time before she fully trusts Cal etc. etc. HOWEVER, we now have a daughter and that is wonderful (I'm living for the found family)

And CERE!

I WAS EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATED IT'S LITERALLY THE SECOND TIME CAL HAS HAD TO CRADLE THE BODY OF HIS DEAD MASTER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS HURTS ME

And it was the way Greez was so uncharacteristically ANGRY after Cere's death - and just- dhhfjebidnde

On a less devastating note - Cal, my dude, should have had to have had time to recover from both the slash wound from Dagan and the blaster shot from Bode which were both to the upper torso

Like...they caused enough damage in the fight to be a weakness but you can just walk it off apparently??

I don't think so

(I am going to write fic about this, probably)

Zee - I was so suspicious of Zee to begin with because she was so cheery but her voice kinda sounded like Nikola from the Magnus Archives and like-

Yeah I was fully expecting betrayal from Zee right up until we got back to Rambler's reach and I realised...she's just cheery, that's just her personality

I talked to her the bare minimum lol, I couldn't get creepy talking doll out of my head

That beginning sequence on Coruscant though?? That moment with the Jedi Temple where Cal realises what's happened and you can see the horror and bone deep resignation within him (and that's probably the first time that he properly starts wondering if he can do anything about the empire, after all there's that whole plot where people are like...settle down a bit)

I honestly wasn't that attached to the rest of Cal's crew who died - apart from Mags, literally JUSTICE FOR MAGS 2023, SHE DESERVED BETTER

There were so many little bits that made me genuinely laugh and feel things throughout the game and it felt a lot like Star Wars which is a big thing in its own right

Also Cordova being there threw me off but it was a nice surprise, if a bit weird lol as I was fairly convinced he was dead/in the unknown regions - but hell, I kinda understand it (even if us finding him in the last game might have made his appearance a bit more understandable)

I do have some things I'm not so happy with (some story choices in particular, and the way they presented Cal's slow descent to the dark side being the main ones) but I'm overall really happy with the game

It was the sequel that jfo deserved and it was it's own game in it's own right and I really enjoyed playing it - now I've finished the story, I'll probably stop doing such intense playing, but I do genuinely want to 100% complete it which says a lot, because I don't usually have the patience to do that

There's so much I could probably say that I can't think of now (and I don't think I've said anything about BD-1 which is a travesty of the highest proportions because my boy <3 I missed you <3 I'm so glad you're here and thriving <3) and I'm not really getting into the things I disliked because it would bring the post down (and also I need to be a bit more eloquent and a bit more awake for that one lol)

Anyway, thank you very much for the ask :D it made my evening, ngl, I love talking about star wars

#Jedi Survivor #Jedi Survivor Spoilers #Star Wars #I basically use lol as a piece of punctuation at this point #Ask #Fae Rambles Into The Void #kanerallels

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