#that along with another piece i'm gonna post VERY soon
Text
My brain upon being introduced to Everhood circa early 2020
#lune.png#super mario rpg#smrpg#everhood#digimon#geno#red#puppetmon#forgot to post this sooner oops#that along with another piece i'm gonna post VERY soon
271 notes
·
View notes
Note
I just found your Dirty cop post and I'm here to ask...
Are you planning on making a continuation perhaps? 👉🏼👈🏼 Cause it was fucking amazing!
Ty so much for the request, and thank you for saying it was amazing. i really appreciate it!!!
Pt.1
Dirty cop pt 2
Content: probably inaccurate to the game. Tried to work this one into Canon a little bit. Ralph is a major character in the first half, Simi public sex, light bondage, a lot of degrading, female anatomy but gender nutral terms when being adressed. Connor has a sweet spot???
I gazed into the pouring rain, wondering how long till freedom comes. How much longer I need to hide. To run. Ever since I got apprehended by that RK800 a week ago, my anxiety has been spiked. Not to say I completely disliked our interaction. One moment in particular I was quite fond of but... getting arrested or dismantled is by no means something I'll embrace.
I've heard news here and there of another rogue android "freeing" others. Whispers of a revolution on the rise. God, I hope so. I want to feel safe. Free.
I flenched at a clatter, whiping around to see a scared WR600, a large blue gash stretched across his face. A floor board snapped benith him, causing him to fall through it and trip, letting out frustrated and pained cries. "Are you alright, Ralph?" I asked, slightly started.
I met Ralph a week ago after running from the RK800, connor. The bus dropped me off in front of the dilapidated building, and I decided to make a temporary home there. At least until I could find a better squat. When I first hopped the fence, I was surprised to find myself at knife point. Something along the lines about how he doesn't trust strangers. How humans hurt him. With enough convincing, I was able to stay. I don't entirely trust him. He's unpredictable and violent, but I like him. He's fun and cares a lot. He seems to have grown rather attached to me despite his fears. And I'm sure he feels the same way about me. He's really sweet when he's not flailing around a knife, but he's also very cautious of me, doesn't like sudden movements.
"No! Ralph is not okay! He got hurt!" I sighed, slowly walking over. He landed on his hands and knees, turing over and sitting down. "Are you bleeding?" I asked, crouching down. He rolled up a pant leg, reveling a patch of the synthetic skin rubbed away, the white plastic shell cracked. I sucked in a breath. "Okay, no bleeding. Good. You're damaged, but you're good. You're fine. Can you walk?" Ralph didn't say anything in response, just muttering to himself. "Ralph? Are you hearing me?" I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. He glanced over at me for a moment before looking off into space again, still muttering. "Okay. I'm gonna walk away for a minute and give you some time to breathe. I'll be back soon, and I'll take care of you, alright?" He didn't respond. I removed my hand from his shoulder and stood up. "I'll be back soon." I repeated before finally walking away.
I stepped into the dusty living room, taking in a deep breath and sitting down. Fuck. I need to find repairs fast. Ralph stabbed me the first day I found this place, so I need to find a proper bag of theriam and probably a hot poke to seal the wound. And now, among other things, Ralph needs a replacement leg piece. As far as I'm aware, this is his only cracked area, which can lead to nasty injuries or malfunctions. I heard there's a small cyberlife store a few miles away. With a proper disguise and some luck, I can probably sneak some supplies back home.
Just then, I heard shifting outside the house. Jumping to my feet, I snuck over to the farthest wall, listening. It sounded like a woman and a little girl sitting at the bus stop. "Kara, I'm cold," said the little girl. "Don't worry, alice, well find some place warm to stay soon," then followed by floot steps, walking down the street to the left twords the convince store. I let out a worried sigh.
"Ralph? Are you feeling any better?" I asked, walking back into the room. He sat in a slightly more relaxed pose. "Ralph is better. Ralph has faced worse." He muttered. "Can you stand? Walk?" I replied. He took a moment, placing his palms firmly on the ground and pushing, standing up. One leg was slightly wobbly, but I think that was more duing of nerves. He exchanged balance between legs and finally stated, "Yes, Ralph can stand."
"Good," I sighed. "Now come on, let's head over to the living room. I heard some people nearby. They're probably harmless. They sounded like a woman and child, but I'd like somewhere secure to stay anyways. " He quickly agreed. "Yes. You can never be too careful."
The sun rose, and I found myself anxiously staring at the wall. Just past it was more noise. Down the street was a cop car. From what I can hear, a robbery. The perpetrators, a rogue nanny android, and a kidnapped child. They may have been who I heard last night. But one thing sticks out to me. A familiar voice imminating from across the street. I can't place why it's so familiar, but it brings up strange emotions. Fear, excitement... arousal? It's husky and dry in tone. Very matter of fact. "Cops. Ralph doesn't like cops." Ralph whispered. "I know, I know." I muttered, trying to figure out what to do. I took a moment to think. Evaluating what to do.
Should we sit and wait it out? Should I run? Go get supplies? Hell, stand in as a witness?
Fuck, think this through.
After a frustrating inner battle I chose.
"Ralph. You stay here and hidden, alright? I'll leave and pick up supplies." I breathed, anxiety pricking my back. "Go out? That's insane!" Ralph replied. "I know, I know. But I'm betting on the cops across the street being too distracted with the crime scene to give too much attention. I'll hop around the back. And be as quick as I can, alright?" "What if you get caught? Ralph does not want his new friend to get caught." He replied, a bit more frantic. I grabbed his hand, stating, "If I get caught, I'll find a way to escape. I did last time. Just keep hidden." I let go of his hand and headed outside before further argument could be raised.
I headed to the back of the property, where the least traffic can spot and swiftly hopped the fence. Trying to casually walk down the street. Don't be conspicuous. As I strode down the street I couldn't help but stop for a moment to look at the crime scene. The clerk at the store was speaking to an officer taking notes. There was an older man with shaggy grey hair and an ugly shirt underneath a jacket. Next to him was a much younger looking android, clean-cut hair, suit calm and confident posture. Oh god. It's him. How the fuck did he end up here?
He turned to inspect the area, looking at the abandoned house. I tried to casually lean against the fence and not look to conspicuous. Pulling my hood up a bit more and trying to look around as if I lost my way. "We should investigate the house. Mabye the criminals took hiding in there." Spoke the RK800, pointing at it before glancing at me. His led spinning.
Stay calm
Stay calm.
When I found myself at Ralph's house, I removed my led as quick as I could and found some human clothes in an upstairs closet. Hopefully, if he's not paying too much attention, he won't recognize me. Or at least think im a different android of the same model.
"You! Come here." He hollered at me.
I glanced around and pointed a thumb at myself.
He nodded, repeatedly for me to come to him.
Shit.
I tried to calmly walk his way. I thought about booking it but then I'd be undoubtedly suspicious. as I finally stood in front of him, his led flickered and swirled, brows knitting slightly. "good morning. apologies for throwing off your day but I need to ask a few questions. do you have any information on the crime scene?" he gestures to the robbed convenience store, his voice with a whisper of suspicion. "oh. not that i know of, no." I breathed, trying to suppress my anxious energy. "well it'd be helpful to ask you a few questions just in case. I hope you understand." he spoke dryly as he subtly turned to other officers. "make sure to sweep the area." he muttered to them before turning back to me. "have you noticed any strange activity in the area?"
"no. I don't think so."
"have you seen an AX400 with a child? she's brunette, about nine years old."
"nope."
"what were you doing by that abandoned building?"
a tenseness gripped my metallic spine. "I was on a way to a local restaurant, i wanted to get some breakfast. But i had to stop and make sure i was going the right way."
"you stared at the crime scene for quite a bit. at me too. whys that?"
i caught myself from gulping and put on a playful smile "well, natural curiosity. disaster is hard to look away from. also, stop me if I'm overstepping officer but... beauty is too." i could feel my false sense of confidence fade into an embarrassed cringe as i finished. his led swirled again and in the distance, the sound of his older coworker cough awkwardly.
"mmm hmm." was all Connor replied. after a moment his led stilled. "you look awfully familiar." he stated, "have we met before?" i sucked in a breath, my chest tightening. "no, not that I'm aware of." i replied.
he scanned me up and down literally and figuratively. then his eyes twitched slightly. "you look very similar to the DB500." he now sounded a bit more accusatory. "well, they had to get the faces for androids from somewhere. I'm sure someone from cyberlife used my face as an example."
"did you volunteer at the company for development?" he asked, again more accusitory than genuine.
"no."
"then they didnt."
there was a moment of silence.
"hank! i need to take this person into further custody for questioning. hold down the team until i get back!" he shouted before opening the door to a cop car and shoving me inside, shutting the door behind me.
"what? Connor! we can have another officer drive them to the station where are you going?" "i know but this witness seems to valuable to interrogate later and to dangerous to be shipped out with a human. ill be back shortly." and he swiftly pulled into the car, ordering it to drive. as it rolled away from the crime scene, the grey haired man could be heard in the distance shouting "goddamn it!"
"what's happening? where are we going?" I ask, gripping the seat. "one thing to know about me is that i always accomplish my mission. you happen to be one that slipped away. i intend to finish my mission." his voice was hard and almost spiteful. "and your mission?" I ask, gulping subconsciously. "well. my first objective is to apprehend you. once your under arrest, you'll be shipped off to cyberlife to be dismantled and see what went wrong. my second objective..." he paused. breaths more heavy before continuing. "i have to admit. after you were in my custody, and after my interrogation I couldn't get you out off my mind. it was... frustrating. a new objective has been added. and that's having my way with you."
my knees weaken. my therium pump pulsating a higher rate. "really?" I choked out. "are you willing?" he whispered back.
a chill ran down my now hot spine. "yes. I'm willing."
he pulled the car into an empty parking lot, an area of Detroit i recognized. I didn't make deliveries here often but that's why it stuck out to me. a fairly quiet and isolated part. it used to be a popular housing and restaurant area before people started loosing jobs and going homeless. this was the first of housing areas to go near abandonment. I wanted to ask why he took me here but i had a good idea.
he stepped out of the front seat and opened the back passenger, where I was. he quickly closed the door and leaned into me, placing sloppy kisses on my shoulder. i relaxed into it, letting out a soft moan and wrapping my arms softly around his back. he, in that moment felt so... desperate. it was strange. my few interactions with him so far have been nothing but cold. stiff. dominant. but right now he was... venerable. I couldn't help but place a soft kiss on top of his coffee locks. a soft moan blew against my shoulder in reply, his hands quickly digging under my musky shirt and jacket, cold hands grassing my stomach.
"I haven't been able to get out out of my head sense you've escaped." he mumbled, kisses growing rougher.
"I didn't understand why. at first i thought it was because i was determined about the case." his rough kisses slowly inched up my throat. "but then this... feeling kept bubbling and bubbling until i couldn't handle myself. and i realized i wanted you." his hands grasped my breasts, squeezing slightly the rolling the hardened buds under his thumb's "no... i needed you." he left the softest bite on my jaw before finally planting a deep, hard kiss against my lips.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, hips bucking into him. I trailed my hands up his back and tangled with his nylon hair. It was soft, not a single knot.
He quickly pulled back from the kiss and finally pushed my clothes above my head, tossing them to the side.
He now dove for my chest, taking one breast in his mouth, wet tongue massaging my nipple. He hooked his thumbs into my pants and tugged them down along with my underwear. It was a rough, almost violent motion. I shimmied my hips, helping him remove them further. He didn't waste time removing them, discarding them just as quickly as my top.
"So desperate"
"What?" He breathed, agrivated expression as he fitted with his belt.
Shit. I thought I was just thinking that. "Nothing." I whispered back. He ripped the belt out out of his pants, pulling them down to reveal a hard-on already springing to life. Holy fuck.
Connor quickly crawled on top of me, caging me against the seat with his arms. He pushed inside me slowly, letting out a soft groan. I could already feel his systems overheating, a heat radiating against my synthetic skin.
He began slow thrusts, planting sloppy kisses against my throat again, now a different side.
Aside from moans and pants, it was eerly quiet. A near abandoned housing area in Detroit was strange. Though I could hear the familiar sounds of cars down the highway or cyberlife advertisements a block down, it was almost eery. Just us parked in an abandoned lot for a former small business pizza restaurant.
"I don't want to hear you call me that again." He grunted against me.
"What?"
His pase picked up, rocking the car slightly. "You called me desprate." He breathed, hot air brushing against my shoulder. "I am not desperate."
"You act it." I replied, arching slightly into him.
He didn't respond, just a swallow imminating from his throat.
"You rushed me into the car when you were on duty. You ripped off clothes, little patience. Your kisses and moans drip with desperation." I added, "I enjoy it. But I have to admit it's not a state I expected you to be in."
"Were you expecting," he let out another choked out moan. "Me to be more dominant?"
"After the impression you left me with the last time? Of corse."
"If you want me to be mean, I'll be mean." He lulled.
At that, an excited moan escaped my throat.
"Do you want me to be mean?" He whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my metallic spine.
"Yes." I whispered.
His pase once again grew rougher, he pulled away from my chest, and sat in a more comfortable position. Instead of pinning me down, he stood upright, grasping my hips and thighs as he plowed into me.
He moved one hand to unfasten his tie. He grabbed my wrists and tied them to the grip on the car door. It fastened tight around my wrists, giving it a few tugs to test and it sat firm around my wrists.
"I can be more than mean," he lulled "I can be cruel." Just after he said that, he pressed a finger against my clit, it began to vibrate. Another wave of pleasure shot up my spine, my mind growing foggy. "And you'd like that, wouldn't you? You filthy fucking Deviant." He panted, pressing hard against my core followed my a sting on my ass. He spanked me. Then, continued to thrust. A shaky moan emerged from my lips, as I tightened around him. He let out a soft pant before quickly regaining composure and giving an cocky smirk. "That what I thought. Disgusting whore." I hummed in agreement. I could feel him twitch inside me.
He used his spair hand to slowly trail my body. From my thighs, up my hips, down my stomach... up my throat. He squeezed. Though I couldn't stop the airway, it did cause a different malfunction. To the voice mojual in my throat. As he squeezed, the moans escaping my throat, choked into nothing but garbled static. "Such lovely sounds~" He hummed. Slowing into a grind. He rocked his hips back and forth, making slow, small thrusts.
I bucked my hips, clinching around him again, forcing out moans from connor. "What a fucking whore. Where have you been all this time? Hiding from me?" He removed the pressure from my throat to allow me to speak. "Fuck," I gasped "I in an abandoned-" I caught myself before I could say the truth. If they haven't searched the house yet, I don't want them to now because of me. Ralph may be a little freak, but I still care about him. "Arcade..." I finally stated. "I was out to find repairs for the games."
Connor stared hard into me as I spoke, using his spare hand to trail across the stab wound Ralph left me when we met. "Who did this to you?"
"It was a misunderstanding. " I mumbled before letting out another moan
He paused to bend down and place a soft kiss on the injury. It was... nice. Soft, genuine. For a brief moment, whatever aggressive mask he had on melted away. Only a moment. Just as quickly as the tenderness came, it went because his expression quickly hardened, stood up, and the movement continued. This time, the shaft moving on its own.
"Fuck," Connor gasped "your such a good hole for me..." He leaned in, pressing his body waight against my core. "You take everything I give you. Such a good girl." He panted, running his hands up my stomach, my chest and softly squeezing my breasts. I could feel him start to twitch inside of me, his moans grew more frequent.
Again, his dominant mask slipping away for a brief moment. He quickly grew desperate again, rhutting against me like a dog in heat. Almost melting against me as he let out whimpers and moans like a cheap whore.
Strings of heat released inside of me, him collapsing into against me.
There was a moment of silence. We were both now sitting next to each other, mostly dressed. For once, his perfect hair was an absolute mess.
"So now what?" I ask. Thinking back to what he told me earlier.
well. my first objective is to apprehend you. once your under arrest, you'll be shipped off to cyberlife to be dismantled and see what went wrong.
My gut wrenched. "Are you gonna... send me off to die now that you got off?"
He sat silent. The cramptness of the car wasn't helping with the suffocating akwardeness.
"I mean... you always complete your mission..." I sighed.
"No."
"What?"
"No... I can't."
I didn't know what to say.
"I can't. I can't take you to jail."
I swallowed hard "why?"
He shook his head, squeezing his hands together. "I... I don't know."
I sucked in a deep breath, squeezing the cool air into my self colling system. "What does this mean?"
He leaned over across me, popping open the door on my side. "Get out. I'll tell Hank you ran away again." I slowly slipped out of the car and stood to stare at him. If I sgull had my led, I'm sure it would be swirling yellow. "You're letting me go?" I whispered.
He nodded solemnly. "I Just... I hope to find you again." He mumbled. He let out a sigh and walked out the car before returning to the drivers seat. He waved goodbye and drove off before I could say anything else. If I could. I was speechless.
Connor. The Deviant hunter.... let me go.
Pt 3
#dbh#detroit become human#connor#connor dbh#connor x reader dbh#dbh connor#dbh smut#connor dbh smut#connor x reader#dirty cop pt 2#dirty cop
460 notes
·
View notes
Text
I open the front door. I see a fairy, floating in the air, flapping its wings to stay in place like a hummingbird. Except the wings were more like butterfly wings
At first I think it's a prank. Maybe a drone carrying it with very thin strings or maybe a new kind of wing-based small RC flying device. I look around for a possible tech youtuber's cameras but see none, and looking at the fairy more it seems too lifelike to be fake. Okay. This is weird, but other people wholeheartedly believe fairies exist so maybe they've been right all along? Maybe I'm just dreaming, that's possible too. In any case maybe I shouldn't be so rude.
"Hey, sorry for staring at you like this. Can I get your name?"
"No you can't, it's mine and I'd like to keep it but nice try"
I didn't want to steal any names but whatever, this is probably just a dream anyways
"Fair enough, what are you doing at my front door? Are you looking for someone?"
"My pet walrus Barry has escaped, have you seen it?"
Pet walrus? That's weird.. Then again, this is a fairy so whatever
"No, haven't seen any around, did you lose it in this neighborhood?"
In hindsight a stupid question. Of course they did, otherwise they wouldn't ask around here.
"Yeah, I am worried it's gonna scare people, it likes to lick faces and... well it weighs a metric ton and has giant teeth so you can imagine the average response"
I'd be fearing for my life to be honest
"Makes sense.. Do you have a phone number or something? So I can call you when I find it?"
"No but I can give you thi-"
They couldn't elaborate on what they wanted to give me because we were interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream, the kind a person only makes when confronted by a giant mammal or when noticing that all their expensive designer shoes had been drawn on by a toddler with an Edding 500 (long story)
"AAAAHHH! GET OFF ME! HELP!! HELP!! HEEELP!!!"
I had a suspicion where Barry was, the fairy who wanted to keep their name did as well apparently.
"Nevermind I think I'll find it soon, thank you anyways"
"No problem"
As the fairy flies off, I go back inside, close the door and start checking for signs I'm asleep. My fingers add up to ten, pinching my arm hurts, when I close my nose with my fingers I am unable to breathe... Fuck, I'm probably wide awake
I start texting my partner. I type "Hey I know this sounds crazy but I just talked to a fairy" but then I delete it again. That's something I have to either tell them in person or not at all
I'm just glad I wasn't the one with the walrus
for another piece of shitpost literature you could read this post
#whoops this went off the rails a bit#at first I wanted to write a few lines about how I'd react to a fairy vs how I'd react to a walrus#then the fairy bit escalated into... a short fic??#whatever I'm still gonna post this#what are some fitting tags#fairy#walrus#fairy vs walrus#fairy vs walrus fanfic#fiction#short fiction#current poll meme#that'll do it#:3
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Nice Corpse House My Guy" Remastered Behind Scenes!
The most glaring and obviously annoying thing that's evident in this comic- if you even wanna call it that- are the god forsaken BACKGROUNDS. There was a lot of experimentation going on for backgrounds here. Because the first couple pictures, THAT is what I used to draw backgrounds as. Trees are sticks and grass is flat. I realized that wasn't gonna cut it. I didn't like it at all. So I started experimenting and boy was it messy. It finally sorta settled on the style by the end of the comic. I'm still unhappy with it, but it'll have to do for now.
Here's a small comparison
One thing that I ran into was how I was gonna show that N was in his "killer mode." I could have placed the X's over the pupils, but found it unnatural looking in my style. So instead, it was settled to a concentrated light in the pupils.
Best seen between these two. The second N snaps out of it, the X/light in his pupils disappears, and the normal light returns to his eyes, which is similar to Uzi's.
Another thing I started slowly including was Uzi's little tooth on her beak.
The jutting out portion on her beak is a personal touch. Although it doesn't really matter, I included it to separate her from the rest of the "worker drones." Seen as she's an absolute solver host and has a solver form, something was going to creep up in her crow design, hence the little teeth. Doll would have them too, given I draw her in the form I've been thinking about.
Another thing I ran into, was WHAT WAS UZI GONNA TAKE N DOWN WITH?! This is a bird vs. a dog! No way was a bird gonna decommission a whole dog! Then this scene came up in my recent rewatch of Murder Drones.
And it clicked. Loooong long time ago, I had a very specific hyperfixation: birds. One thing I learned that some pigeons do, was they're capable of doing a somersault. And in mid-air, too!
I was finally set. The SICK AS HELL RAILGUN was downgraded to a simple piece of shiny glass/pebble that attracted Uzi- and crows love shiny things. And the same pebble will be used to launch at N's sensor that made him trip over. Because I was also not going to draw N doggo losing his head. I love gorey and bloody shows and art- hence why I watched Murder Drones- but I honestly had no idea how to recreate that, and I suck at drawing gore in general, I mean, did you SEE the crow N was chewing on? That was my best try honestly.
Here are some progress shots and how the layers worked in the scene where N is bonked with a stick.
As per usual, start with a sketch, this is actually 2nd sketch. The first is much rougher, just some circles and random shapes to outline his body form.
Then, this is all outlined and rendered. Along with some additions like the stick and the little rock.
The background was the hardest, aside from some weird angles I picked to draw Uzi and N at. I suck at backgrounds, like I've mentioned many times before. So, this needed a lot of testing and experimenting. Most of this works because I found some cool brushes to use. But aside from that, I honestly still don't like how it looks. It's slightly better than my stick trees and flat grass though, I guess.
Put it all together, add a black layer to simulate nighttime, put some lights to show moonlight through trees and voila, you've got an N doggo that got bonked by a stick! I see this project/comic mostly as practice and testing. Background testing mostly, and some brushes. The background/brush testing actually spilled over into another post of the solver Uzi I made a bit back. I'd say I was pretty happy how it turned out, but brush wise, I was going to test around a little more.
NUzi comic 'Sleep' is my next project. Uhhh, don't ask me when I'm gonna have it out, I have no idea. I'm guessing sometime end of Jan and beginning of Feb. But that might be delayed seeing as Murder Drones ep7 should be out sometime soon too, so I'll need to go crazy about that for a bit and then I'll go back to my usual thing ^_^ 'Sleep' will take place still between the Pilot and Heartbeat.
P.S. I have all 26 pages story boarded... good god what happened to the 'mini' part of the comic 😭
Anyways, why are you still here?! Have a cookie ^_^ you made it! Have a nice day now, bye bye <3
#murder drones#glitch productions#serial designation n#uzi doorman#murder drones fanart#md uzi doorman#md uzi#md serial designation n#murder drones serial designation n#murder drones n#bluginkgo's murder drones as animals#n x uzi#murder drones uzi#md n#n md#md nuzi#murder drones nuzi#nuzi#md biscuitbites#biscuitbites#n murder drones
89 notes
·
View notes
Note
I really REALLY need to tell you my hc that Luffy and Usopp sleep in the same bed 98.37% of the time. They are EXTREMELY hard to seperate.
When Usopp first joins the strawhats along with Merry, the boys have to make do with what they have. And that includes taking turns sleeping in the hammocks. Now I'm going to reference that pic where Luffy is hanging down on Usopp's body from his hammock. Also the one where Zoro and Sanji sleep on the floor face to face. That one. One time Luffy actually falls into Usopp's hammock but neither of them realize it and in the morning the sniper might have hit his head when falling on the floor from the sudden surprise. But then it became a usual thing and both of them were becoming closer friends so eventually Usopp just proposed them sleeping together since they're gonna end up like that in the end. Of course the more they travelled, they got bunks for comfort, because sleeping on the floor/couch got annoying.
Then Water 7 happens and Usopp is devastated. He really wants to go back to them snuggling but he feels like if he offers it right after what happened to them it would feel like he didn't feel sorry at all, which is not true. And besides, Sunny has all the comfort you could ever want, so no more "well, if you're gonna slip into my bunk anyways, why not just share it from the start" excuse.
However, Luffy's thought process is a little different. He gets a little confused as to why Usopp still hasn't invited him over. Well, the sniper apologized, they had an emotional reunion, spent the rest of the day together and now they won't even snuggle like they did before? Something's gotta be up.
So as soon as Luffy makes his decision, he "slips" into Usopp's bunk and hugged the shit out of the sniper, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Usopp let him stay. He wanted to anyways.
So since then, their habit of sharing one bed and cuddling was fully established. Oh boy, I sure hope they don't get seperated again only for a longer period of time.
No listen you literally read my mind! I’ve literally been thinking about this idea nonstop I’ve it written in my draft somewhere. Still think about that moment post dressrosa where usopp just goes to sleep right on top of luffy and no one bats an eye lol(really tried to find a pic of it but it isn’t in my tag ://) it was just business as usual for everyone but there’s no way that’s the first time that’s happened. They definitely sleep together all the time. It’s just second nature to them to just curl around each other and fall asleep.
And oh w7 ;-; the most devastating arc my beloved <3 neither of them sleeps during their separation(i dont actually have long they were apart but I’m pretty sure it was just one night considering how fast paced one piece is but it was a very looong night either way with Usopp staying up working on the merry while luffy just tossing and turning until he just ends up staring out over that rooftop where nami finds him the following morning telling her he was looking out for robin but really he was just looking out the sea to where the merry was docked🥲)
and ofc luffy would be the one to push past the awkwardness because once usopp apologized that was it he had already forgiving him the moment he saw usopp on that bridge screaming at him to keep fighting(still think about how ready luffy was to bring him to the crew immediately post ennies lobby until zoro knocked some sense into him lol) there was no way he was going another sleepless night without him
#sorry for rambling it’s just#I’ve so many thoughts about lusopp and w7 best arc lol#love interpersonal conflict wish there was more that wasn’t just zoro and sanjis pissing contest#lusopp#asks#thank you for sending this!#love talking to ppl but I also get so anxious about dm ppl bc I can’t hold a conversation to save my life lol#hcs asks
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
ttrpgs in the classroom (part 3)
back with another ttrpg class update!! this post has been Delayed for a while due to grad school craziness but finally sitting down to type it. another one we DID NOT PLAY (my students were so upset) but read as a piece of art and had a discussion on in class
the game:
for our discussion we read what little the flames leave us by @sprintingowl
it's a game about loss and sacrifice where you embark on a doomed quest and lose parts of yourself along the way. the way this is represented in the game? whenever you push the narrative in the way that you want to, you have to set your character sheet on fire, burning away things like bonds with allies and what you're most proud of
the goal:
introducing multiplayer games, continuing our discussion of genre expectations, pushing the assumptions of the medium's restrictions, generating story ideas within a predesigned framework
the methods:
the students all read the game before class, then wrote a short discussion board post, and then came in ready for a class discussion
the discussion board post asked students to write 200-300 words while considering these questions:
How did it make you feel reading through the game?
How did this game challenge your concept of what a game is?
What do you think the experience of playing this would be like?
How do you think the game's mechanics would affect the tone of gameplay and the story?
What sort of stories do you imagine would work best with the mechanics of this system?
How did your opinion of the game grow or change when you looked at the character sheet?
What do you think the game must feel like from the characters' perspectives?
the results:
the discussion went well after i got the students to stop arguing with me about getting to take a field trip off campus to go play!! next time i'm gonna have to be Really specific that we Aren't playing this game before i assign it as a reading
everyone had very interesting things to say about how this challenged their ideas of a game and why. most of the students werent familiar with ttrpgs at all at the beginning of this class, so some of them were really interested in the rules-lite collaborative narrative aspect of it, and others were really interested in fire as a mechanic, and how that represents loss in game
most of the students thought that in-game, it would feel very tragic and high stakes to the characters, though i did have one who thought the characters may be very apathetic and checked out if they were willing to risk all of this for the goal in the first place
we talked about what stories the students would tell with this system, and we had a good mix of answers! the two that stood out to me the most were "murder house", where the goal youre willing to lose everything for is to merely survive the house, and the second which was "a princess leaving the castle", which we discussed was still very much about loss, but in a different way than the other answers of "bank robbery" and "wild west" that we got from a lot of other students
the first header of "it was a pleasure to burn" was also pointed out by a student, and we discussed the parallels with fahrenheit 451, and how the characters in the book lost more and more when they tried to grasp at autonomy and freedom from the ruling power of the story
overall super successful discussion day and i would absolutely assign this game again!! (with a huge disclaimer that we ARENT PLAYING IN CLASS SO I DONT GET SUED)
our first big essay is due on friday so i should hopefully be back with more soon!
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 12 |
series masterlist
word count - 8.2k
A/N: before anyone comments it: wonwoo and chanyeol haven’t met yet properly, just you wait ;)
"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?"
Another day, another morning your car decided to betray you and not let you start its engine, explaining why you were, once again, entering the office clearly out of breath. You were still cursing the people pushing you around in the tube and on the bus, trying to wrap your head around the fact that some do this every day.
Once you had settled down in your office and gotten rid of your jacket, hanging it over your chair, you threw yourself onto it, letting a heavy breath fall from your lips. Your eyes fell on the little post-it notes in front of you, and you reached out, grabbed a pen along the way and wrote down the note you had kept in your head ever since you had to run to the bus station to not be too late to work.
Call car dealership, end lease, find new car.
Done.
You had about another minute of silence when the thought you had been pushing down so much crossed your mind as soon as your eyes fell on the calendar on your desk. 10 am today. The meeting. It was the day Wonwoo, Mingyu, and you would have the pre-trial conversation with their lawyer Lee Jihoon. A day you had been dreading for a while now. Everything just suddenly seemed to hit - the reality of it. The lawsuit was really happening, you'd be in a courtroom with the two CEOs, your lawyer, Chanyeol, and his lawyer as well, and whoever he decides to bring along. How were you going to survive that? That was yet to be thought of because as of right now, your mind could not gift you any possible good outcome of what was going to happen. You just hoped and prayed that there was some way to get out of this mess with the least amount of damage possible.
You let your eyes scan the room you were in, taking in every piece of furniture while these thoughts kept racing through your brain, trying to make you even more nervous than you already were, and winning you over. Once your head was straight and your line of sight was fixed on the room across from you, you tried to make out the silhouette of the CEO that was supposed to be there, but were met with emptiness, making you frown. Where was he? It was only 9:23... he never leaves his office that early...
"Miss Yoon?" A sudden voice took you aback. You turned your head to the door, where the soft tone came from and were sent a kind smile by one of the office's employees, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, I just have a quick question."
"Yeah, sure," you nodded and motioned for her to come closer, "Come in," before sitting up straighter, noticing the way your body was lounging in the chair.
-
A good 30 minutes later, you were alone in your office again, eyes trained on the clock as you watched the thinnest hand move second by second. 9:55, and still no sight of Wonwoo. He hadn't been in his office ever since you had been there, and it made you wonder - it was very unusual for him to be somewhere other than in his little room.
Once your colleague had left, you had a few minutes to yourself to think about what was to come. What would you talk about to Lee Jihoon? What questions would he ask you? What would this meeting turn into? It was the fact that you truly didn't know what to expect that made you so unweary. But before you could let all of those questions get to your head, a silhouette walking past your windows brought you out of your trance.
"Hey," Mingyu let his head peek into your office, "How are you?"
You put on a wide smile after hiding a big gulp, "Yeah... I'm good..." but definitely not hiding how anxious you were.
"You okay?" He wondered, taking a few more steps towards you, stopping in front of your desk. You tried to not but could tell that it must've looked very hesitant, "Yup..."
The tone of your voice made Mingyu chuckle, "Jihoon's not gonna end your career, he'll save it if anything, so don't be nervous," sending you a reassuring smile and nodding towards the door, "Come on, they're waiting."
"They?!" You quickly shot up and the mention of multiple people, but the co-CEO's laugh calmed you down again,
"Wonwoo and Jihoon." Oh, right. You facepalmed yourself mentally for reacting in such a way, completely realising how you were overthinking every little detail. Then again, you reasoned it with the fact that this was the biggest thing you ever had to deal with in your entire life, and it should not be taken lightly. Mingyu's words continued running through your head. Maybe Jihoon couldn't end your career, but you knew that Chanyeol most definitely could. And that terrified you.
On the way to the meeting room, Mingyu went on to explain a little bit about their lawyer and how they knew him and what he would be talking about - as much as you wanted to actively listen to him, you just couldn't. There was too much going on in that little head of yours to focus on anything outside of it. Thankfully, you reached the conference room quickly and were greeted at the door by the two others you were expecting to see. The man, whose eyes had been on you ever since you had walked around the corner, and the other one, a good head smaller than Wonwoo, who you assumed would be Lee Jihoon. The CEO tapped the lawyer's shoulder and pointed towards you and Mingyu, making him turn around.
"Oh, there you are," he smiled before directing his body towards you, "I'm Jihoon, nice to meet." You accepted his extended hand and shook it politely,
"Y/N, nice to meet you too." As your eyes left him, they focused on the man behind him, greeting him with a soft smile as well, getting a nod in return - still cold.
"Alright," Mingyu didn't even let you get into a conversation as he clapped his hands, "Should we start?" You all nodded in agreement and went ahead to enter the room while Wonwoo kept standing on the side, waiting for the three of you to walk in first. You were behind Jihoon and Mingyu but were stopped by a gentle touch on your arm. By turning your head to the side, you were met with Wonwoo's dark eyes on you, closer than you expected as he had leaned in to whisper to you,
"You don't have to be nervous, you know?"
You shook your head, "I'm not."
The CEO raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you as his fingers trailed down your arm, sending a comfortable shiver through your body, to grasp your hands and bringing them up. The sudden touch almost made you gasp as you didn't expect him to do this. His eyes changed their focus to your hand in his, making you do the same, coming to sight with the nail polish you had put on perfectly the day before, only for it to now be picked off almost completely. You didn't even realise you had been doing this the entire time.
"Not nervous?" He teased you, to which you just shook your hand out of his touch and shook your head again,
"No." And left him in the hallway to make your way into the room when you caught the deep but quiet chuckle that tumbled from his lips before he followed you inside.
After all four of you had taken a seat, Mingyu and you on one side, while Jihoon and Wonwoo sat opposite from you, the lawyer brought out multiple pieces of paper stacked together and handed out one pack to each one of you.
"This looks like a lot more than it actually is," he started explaining, "These just inform you of everything that you of your rights, what you might face in court, and what could but will not happen." You listened attentively, your heart beating hard against your chest.
"Will not happen because you can help us?" Mingyu wondered, to which Jihoon nodded,
"Exactly. So no worries."
Before you could stop yourself, you let the words fall from your mouth, "How are you so sure?" Raising your head, you felt three pairs of eyes fixed on you, their eyebrows raised at the sudden question, making you nervous. "I-I mean," you stuttered, "Not that I'm questioning your abilities, b-but-"
"I get it," he kindly stopped you with a curl of his lips, "But I'm really going to do my best, I can promise you that. I was just hoping to assure you." You nodded. You understood what he was trying to do and we're more than thankful that he was doing this, but you couldn't help to let your worries continuously run around in circles in your brain.
Wonwoo cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair, the papers in his hands as he flickered through them, "Jihoon is the best in his field. We have nothing to be worried about. The others should be scared."
"You don't know them," you told him, slightly more defensive than you wanted to and watched him carefully as he lifted his head to meet your gaze across the table, a soft chuckle leaving his lips,
"And you do?" His question made you go quiet quickly and put your head back down, trying to put your focus back on the words in front of you. You'd rather not answer his question. You would, once the time was right.
After a few seconds of silence, Jihoon took the word again, going through every single page with you, explaining each paragraph in detail, informing you about everything important that you needed to know. Never would you have ever imagined that sitting in front of a judge would need so much info. Thankfully, he also assured you that you would not have to remember every little thing that was listed on the papers, but that that was his job during the trial. The important thing for you was to know that if they were to catch you lying at any point while in court, this lawsuit could go on for a lot longer, and you would be in a lot more trouble than you already were. So just no lying. And to not let yourself get intimidated. By anyone.
"Do you know who they're having as a lawyer?" Wonwoo wondered once the subject came up.
The younger one shook his head, "Sadly not. They're revealing the other names a few hours before the trial on the same day, so you can't prepare yourself for something specific, you know?"
The CEOs nodded, "Makes sense." How they were able to keep their cool about this whole situation was still a mystery to you.
An unexpected touch on your foot made you jolt up and look straight ahead, meeting Wonwoo's gaze that drifted down, looking at something in front of you quickly before coming back up again. You lowered your focus, finding your fingers that were, once again, picking at the leftover nail polish. You pushed your hands apart and placed them on your laps, hiding them from everyone at the table.
"Okay," Jihoon's voice rang through the room, "Now that we're done with the bureaucratic stuff, there's still a bit for me personally. A few things I need to know."
"Like?" Mingyu questioned him, putting down the pieces of paper and crossing his arms.
The lawyer took a notebook and a pen, clicking it once, "Basic info. Mostly about the day."
"But we already told you about that," the man next to you told him.
"Yeah, you, but I haven't talked to Y/N yet."
"Hm?" You raised your head at the mention of your name, but it was overheard by the two men that were involved in a conversation.
"What else can she tell-"
"She can speak for herself," Wonwoo interrupted Mingyu with one quick sentence, keeping his eyes on the papers, not even caring about looking up, knowing his words were enough to make everyone go quiet. As the room was muted for a little too long, the CEO lifted his gaze to find you and nodded, "Go on."
"Em..." you started, turning your attention towards Jihoon, "What exactly do you need?" Rubbing your hands over your thighs, realising how clammy they had gotten.
He shrugged, "Just some small things. Like, when did Mister Park show up?" His gaze was fixed on you, waiting for you to respond, "Oh, and," he added, "Please try to remember it as accurately as possible. No lies. If there's any kind of wrong information it could really get us into a bad place during the trial."
You nodded in understanding, but had to wait for a few more seconds, trying to remember everything that happened on that day, "I... ehm... it was shortly before our lunch break, so... a few minutes before 12 pm."
Jihoon accepted your answer, "Okay...," and noted down a few words, "And in the letter, it said that he had discussed it with you beforehand, is that true?" You nodded, so he continued, "Alright, and what did he say exactly?" There were quite a few things you'd rather forget when it comes to Chanyeol, and that day was definitely up on that list as well.
"He..." you thought again.
“I ask you how you are. I think it’s only fair for you to also ask me. Don’t you think so, darling?”
“Well, you see… there’s one thing I really don’t appreciate.”
"He said that he didn't appreciate stealing something from other companies." A simple and truthful answer. A chuckle rang through your ears, making you turn your head to the man it came from, seeing Wonwoo put away the papers and shaking his head, seemingly amused by what you had said.
"Okay," Jihoon continued writing down in his notebook, "Did you know what he was talking about right away?"
"No," you were quick to shake your head, "Absolutely not because, I mean, I didn't spend a lot of time with the other departments, but they never fazed me as employees that would need to steal something. Whether that would be a program or whatever else."
"Because they didn't," Wonwoo commented with a sigh, "I don't know what that Park dude's problem is."
"But now we're sued, so something's clearly up," Mingyu spoke up, slightly annoyed at the mindset of his best friend because unlike him, Wonwoo was much more relaxed and clearly unfazed by everything that was happening - Mingyu was taking it much more serious.
The CEO shrugged, "Maybe he was just bored, who knows."
Before the younger one could argue back, Jihoon raised a hand, "Guys, please," sending a glare to both of them, "I'm trying to do my job here and maybe he said something to Y/N that will make us find out what his issue." The two others got quiet, deciding to let the lawyer do more of the talking as he turned his head back towards you, "Did he say anything else?" YOu gulped.
“You know I don’t like it when women curse like that.”
“I’m going to sue you. Well, not you directly. Oksan & Co. Just wanted to give you a head start,"
You shook away the memory of the sound of his voice, "No," and answered Jihoon, "Not much else. He just said he wanted to give me a head start before officially sending the lawsuit on paper."
The lawyer nodded, directing his pen down to the notebook but stopped shortly before it, scrunching his eyebrows, "Giving YOU a head start? Not the company in general, but you personally? Or you as in you in general? Like, you all, everyone here."
An unwanted nervous chuckle tumbled from your lips as you rubbed your hands together, "M-me personally?"
"Why would he mean that to her personally?" Wonwoo threw in a question, switching his gaze back and forth between you and his friend.
Jihoon shrugged, "I don't know, it could be," and raised his head, meeting your eyes, "Do you know him? Have you ever met him before?"
Have you ever met him before?
Have I? Oh, god... sadly, you have...
Met might be the wrong word though...
You immediately lowered your head to look down at your nails that were hardly covered by nail polish anymore. You shouldn't lie, you knew that. And the time now had come, where you had to let them know. Even though you were convinced that your relation to him had nothing to do with this case - or so you tried to convince yourself - the multiple conversations you had with Binna were still engraved in your brain, reminding you just how wrong you might be.
"Y/N?" You looked back up once you were addressed, meeting the wondering gazes of the three men.
"I-," you stopped yourself, letting the correct way of responding go through your head one more time, "We...," taking another deep breath for looking at the table, trying to avoid their eyes, "We used to be together..." You were afraid that your voice may had been too quiet, but were proven wrong only a second later once the reactions hit you.
"What?!"
"Huh?!"
You could feel how the atmosphere changed immediately. With just those few words, you managed to create the most uneasy surrounding you could've ever imagined. That's how you knew you messed up...
While the two CEOs exclaimed their surprised reaction, Jihoon stayed quiet, but his eyebrows shot up as soon as those words left your lips. His mouth formed a thin line, and with a hesitant nod, he put his pen onto his notebook, not commenting on it any further.
"Wait what?" Mingyu wondered out loud, letting himself fall deeper into the chair, turning his head to look at you, who greeted him with a worried facial expression.
"He's my ex," you commented again, your voice still just quiet enough to be heard in a silent room.
A grunt from in front of you erupted, "We understood that." But you didn't even dare to turn your head.
"Oh wow..." Mingyu ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.
You straightened your back when the realisation of the situation hit you, almost sending a shiver down your spine. "But I don't see how my past relationship with him has anything to do with this," you explained, hoping to prove your point, when deep down you knew, you were most likely wrong.
Jihoon had put the pen down and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Who knows, you know? It's important that I'm informed about this, but... I obviously don't know how much it's going to affect the lawsuit." He took another breath before continuing, feeling the thickness of the air around you, "It does happen from time to time that exes try to revenge their past partners, so we shouldn't ignore that. I'm not going to focus on this solely, but I'm definitely gonna keep it in mind, and you all should too," he pointed a strict finger at each one of you at the table. "Especially you, Y/N. He will listen to every single word you say and since his lawyer probably also knows about your past, he'll definitely try to lead you onto something. Pick you apart psychologically or try to get something out of you. Be careful, alright?" To which you nodded.
"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Mingyu asked you, looking straight at you with those kind eyes of his, hoping to show you his genuineness. You thought about that earlier because truth be told, you didn't know. If he were to ask Binna that question, she would tell him that you were too scared to face the truth. To face your past again. And she may or may not just be right about that, but you weren't ready to admit that yet. That man was haunting and taunting you again - the last thing you needed was to take a look into the past.
You shrugged slightly, "I didn't think it was that important."
A very deep sigh echoed through the quiet room before the CEO spoke up for the first time in a while, "Are we done?"
Jihoon looked up at him surprised, as Wonwoo had already stood up, not waiting for an answer, "I mean-"
"Great." He nodded and left the room without even thinking about gracing you with another word. You let your eyes follow his silhouette until it disappeared around the corner, which was when you went to eye the two men at the table again, who seemed to exchange a nod of their heads, making you frown.
Jihoon started packing his stuff back into his bag, "Well then," and sighed, "Let's end this here. I'm gonna send you a few more things within the next few days." He directed his attention toward you, "I got your e-mail address from Wonwoo, I hope that's okay," to which you nodded and he continued, "Please check your mails, guys. I'm also going to create a timetable for the day of the trial. There are still a few things I'd like to talk to you about. But let's do that on the day of." After he stood up, Mingyu and you followed his actions, already taking a few steps towards the door. The two of you escorted him to the elevators, where the co-CEO thanked his friend for his visit and shook his hand. The lawyer extended his hand in front of you, which you accepted gladly, smiling at him, "Thank you for your help."
Jihoon nodded, "Of course. You're welcome. Good luck until then." He was quick to leave once the elevator arrived, leaving Mingyu and you alone in the entrance hall.
-
The day had finally come to an end after you had put in a few extra hours for the project that was brought into your office three hours prior, analysing it and helping other employees with their ideas. And, of course, it had started raining. Because destiny loved you so much, it decided to let it pour down, while you remembered you were going to have to take public transport again, or opt for a taxi for your ride home. The second option seemed much more appealing, but you couldn't find any in the app on your phone, making you sigh and shake your head. Of course...
One quick look around your office also let you know of the fact that you didn't have an umbrella there anymore after having taken it home a few weeks ago.
Just as you were about to leave, you wanted to say goodbye to the only person left on the floor, but one peek into his office confirmed his absence. He had been less and less in his office throughout the entire day... You shook the thought off, packed your things together and made your way downstairs, praying for finding an empty taxi on the street. As you walked through the foyer, you wished the security guards and other employees a good night before facing the heavy rain outside. As soon as you opened the door, your ears were filled with the loud noises of the drops hitting the ground and small puddles they had already formed. The fact that it was also already rather dark, it was hard to make out any specific cars on the road, and you knew that you probably had already let taxis past you. There was no way that you would be catching one. Every person that was on the pavement either was carrying an umbrella above their head or was getting into a car on the side of the street. And there were you, with your bag on the top of your head, hoping to keep at least some spots of your body dry.
With a sigh, you stopped at the crosswalk to get to the other side where the subway station would be if you were to walk a few hundred metres ahead. Once you got to the other side, you made your way forward, passing the people that were walking next to you, all in a hassle to get somewhere drier.
Only after a few steps, you could've sworn you heard your name being called out, making you turn around, only to see nothing but people bumping into you by accident at your sudden halt. You went on with your walk, cursing in your head when the sound of thunder rang through your ears. It was just, once again, not your day. Stupid car, stupid public transport, stupid weather, stupid-
Two big hands on your shoulders made you jump suddenly, and a screech left your lips. In shock, you had lost the grip you had on your bag, making it almost drop to the floor, but only almost, as the person behind you caught it, bringing it up above your head immediately. Once you finally managed to look up, your heart still pounding heavily in your chest, you were met with the familiar dark eyes you had been missing most of the day.
"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, but the man didn't let you say any more words, just mumbling a quiet,
"Let's go," as he pushed you gently to move your body towards the side of the street, where a car was parked - a car you had definitely seen before. He opened the door quickly, motioning for you to get in, before closing the door and jogging towards the other side. Wonwoo got comfortable in the driver seat and managed to make his way back onto the street, entering the late hour traffic, coming to a halt only a few moments later due to a red light. That gave you the time to finally realise what had happened. Only seconds ago, you were getting drained in dirty rainwater, and now you were sitting in a heated seat in the car you never thought you'd ever be in ever again. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his hand reaching forward to push a few buttons on the middle part of the console.
"You scared the shit out of me," you let your head turn gently to the side, stopping for a second to see him raising the temperature inside of the car, before eyeing his side profile. Wonwoo kept his stone-cold expression, leaning his head on his hand of the arm that was prompt up against the window. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead.
"No thank you for saving my ass from the pouring rain?"
"I was on my to the subway station, so I would've been alright," you answered him back, intertwining your hands in your lap, not giving into the question he spat at you. His voice was laced with something you couldn't put your finger on exactly.
After he took a deep breath in and pushed the gas down to drive, he spoke up again, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to do that," his voice still icy cold.
You nodded, ignoring the tone, "Thank you for pushing me into your car and making everyone around us think you were probably kidnapping me." Even though he didn't say anything, you could see the slight shake of his head after your comment, making you smile softly, but quickly got yourself together again and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Then, silence filled the vehicle. But not the comfortable kind of silence you had shared with him before. This was the type of silence you had dreaded to come across with him again. Just quietness, where you could feel almost every muscle in your body tense up. A silence that was so quiet, you were too scared to breathe and break it with that. But you would've rather suffered through that more than to start a new conversation with the question he broke it with.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He caught you off guard, making you wonder,
"Tell you about what?"
He sighed, "That lovely little boyfriend of yours, Park Chanyeol."
"Don't," you quickly stopped him, straightening down the invisible wrinkles on your pants, "Don't call him that. We were together. Now we're not, and that's it. I don't want to hear the word lovely in the same sentence as his name."
"But why did you keep it a secret?" Wonwoo kept on nagging, making you direct your gaze from the window, back to his side profile.
"Because, like I said, I didn't think it was that important. We broke up like... two... three years ago."
The CEO shook his head again, "You seriously didn't think it would be important to know that you used to be with-"
"No, alright?!" You snapped, wanting to get the subject out of the way as quickly as possible, "No. No, I did not. And I know that it was a mistake, okay?! Can we drop this, please? Jesus..." a heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you mumbled the last words, "Why do you keep on pushing this..."
"I keep on pushing it because it would've been nice to know in advance and not find out in front of Mingyu and Jihoon," he explained, keeping his voice down, but he couldn't surprise the tension of his body, gripping the wheel a little tighter.
"What's the difference?" You wondered, still clearly annoyed at him not stopping with the questions "You know now, and that's it. So, please..."
"You just shouldn't keep any more secrets. Even if you don't think it's necessary, it might be helpful for Jihoon," he stated, not even daring to look at you.
You nodded, "I know, and I won't. I promise."
"Good," he murmured under his breath. "Where's your car?" Wonwoo finally changed the subject, and you could feel your body relax immediately - as if a switch got flipped.
"For now, still in my garage. I hope the mechanics can pick it up tomorrow. Such a piece of metal trash," you cursed, making Wonwoo raise an eyebrow and slightly tilt his head towards you when you came to another stop.
"So you don't have a car right now?" To which you shook your head,
"Nope. I don't know what's broken, but something is and has been for a while, and I don't have the time nor the patience or understanding of what it is and how to get it fixed. I'm gonna have to get a new one soon." Just the mere thought of having to go through all of the bureaucracy of buying a car almost brought you a throbbing headache.
"Do you need someone to pick you up tomorrow?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head,
"No, no. I'll take the bus and subway again."
"You do remember that I have a driver that could pick you up, right?" Wonwoo asked you, coming to another halt with his car.
You smiled, "Yes, I do remember him, and I don't want him to pick me up. Thank you, though." One quick look outside let you know that you had arrived home already - the car ride didn't feel that long eventually. Just as you were about to turn your head to thank the CEO for the lift, he had gotten out of his vehicle and rounded it to end up at your door, opening it and waiting for you to get outside, holding an opened umbrella.
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that," you told him, suddenly getting the feeling that your cheeks may have started to heat up, but you chose to ignore it as you hoped the rain covered some of it.
"It's alright," he assured you, getting a hold of your hand and bringing it up, so you were grasping the handle of the umbrella tightly. "Keep it until you get inside," he patted your hands before walking away, making his way to the driver's side again. You had so many questions to ask, but everything happened quicker than you wanted it to, and before you knew it, he was already getting into the car, after shouting a, "See you tomorrow!" over the loud noise of the rain. He didn't drive away just yet, but you took this as a sign to head towards your apartment building, and as soon as you closed the umbrella and walked through the entrance doors, you heard the engine of the vehicle fading into the darkness of the night.
-
Great, just great. As if having to use the public transport system wasn't worrying enough for you already, being late certainly was it. You didn't know where your head had been the night before, but for some reason, you hadn't managed to put your alarm clock on at the right time, explaining why you were now rushing through your apartment, putting on a blouse, trying to close the buttons while also making sure they were the right ones. You decided there was no time for make-up but that you'd have to do that in the bathroom of the office, nor was there any minute left to spare for your hair, so a ponytail will have to do. And, of course, since we have established that destiny was not your friend, the bell to your door had to ring, making you groan out loud. You were happy to see the deliveryman every other day of the week, but not when you were already running extremely late.
With hasty steps, you crossed the floor, steadying yourself against the wall, before pressing the button to activate the speaker, "Hi, please leave the package with a neighbour, I'm sorry, but I'm alre-"
"Hate to break it to you, but I don't have a package for you. But I do have a car that's waiting for you here." The familiar deep voice of the man you had only just seen the night before rang through the speaker, making you frown.
"Wonwoo?" You wondered out loud, "What are you doing here?"
"Picking you up, what do you think? Believe it or not, it's not exactly my hobby to just wait at other people's doorsteps," he answered you, to which you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic commentary of his.
"You know what I meant."
"I know, but I'd also like to remind you that if you don't come down within the next few minutes, you're gonna be even later than you already are," he reminded you of the time - of course, you knew how late it already was.
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" You don't know if he said anything after that as your finger left the button, and you went back to getting everything ready to leave.
Make-Up was packed into your bag with everything else you might need, you had your clothes on, hair was done, and socks were on. Great. Then, only the shoes were missing, which you quickly put on before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door before you could worry any more about what you may have forgotten. On the way down in the elevator, you suddenly started your heart pumping a little harder against your chest again, making you reach up to touch it. This was getting annoying...
The doors opened, and you got out, only to be greeted immediately with Wonwoo's frame already waiting for you behind the glass entrance doors, still waiting where he had rung your bell only a minute ago. When he saw you approaching the door, he took a step back and waited for you to come out.
"What are you doing here?" You didn't even open the door all the way when the words fell from your lips. He held onto the door and opened it more, letting you be able to drop your grip on the handle.
"I think what you meant to say was thank you for driving me to work," he smirked at you, his hands hidden in his pockets after he let the doors fall closed again.
"No, because I said yesterday that I don't need you to pick me up today," you crossed your arms, locking gazes with him as you noticed that he took a few steps closer.
"No," he smiled, "You said you didn't want my driver to pick you up." His statement made you glare at him, squinting your eyes before groaning out loud,
"Ugh, you're just like Binna," shaking your head afterwards.
Wonwoo frowned, "Binna?"
"My best friend," you mumbled, still in the thought of comparing the two with their statements.
He nodded, "Well, I mean, I'd love to keep on talking, but we've got an office to be at in," and looked down at the watch on his wrist, "hm... twenty minutes ago?"
"Twenty minutes already?!" You exclaimed, quickly getting ready to jog towards Wonwoo's car, but he didn't seem to want to stress himself in any way, so you turned around to face him again, "Are you gonna hurry up?" But he casually and slowly made his way towards you, keeping his hands in his pockets. Once he passed you, you could've sworn you heard a small chuckle that came from him, but you weren't sure and decided to let it slide, continuing to eye him confused as he kept up his slow walk towards the vehicle.
Both of you put on your seatbelts before he started the car, making sure that no other car was close so he could hit the streets. You were about to lean back and relax for the ride when you remembered something - you weren't wearing any make-up. Oh god, you totally forgot about that. You leaned forward to let your fingers hastily look for your little cosmetic bag, trying to fish it out. When you finally had it in your hands, you pushed down the sun cover on your side, praying it would have a mirror, which it thankfully did, and got to work right away.
Wonwoo saw what you wear doing out of the corner of his eye, "Why are you putting on make-up now?"
"Because I didn't have time earlier," you answered him, looking for the next make-up item, "And I wanted to do it in the office, but if I have time now, I might as well do it here."
He just nodded.
Another few moments passed in silence, this time a comfortable silence. A truly comfortable silence that you were able to enjoy. Or maybe you just told yourself that because you had other things to focus on anyway.
Just when you were about to finish your routine, the peace of the small space was interrupted by Wonwoo,
"You buttoned your blouse wrong." His comment made you turn your head towards him, before looking down, only to realise that you in fact did. How did you not see that back at home?! You even checked, didn't you?
You couldn't help but to let a few curse words fall from your lips as you put the makeup away to free your fingers, so they could get to work on your top. But that's when it hit you what you were doing, just out in the open pretty much, so you turned to the side a little bit,
"Don't look," and warned Wonwoo of any intention he may have had, making him chuckle right as he turned on the indicator before he took a left.
"You do remember that I've had you naked on my desk, right?" He smirked at you. You gasped and turned your head to glare at him, but he didn't even care to change his facial expression, keeping up the smug grin of his.
"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a shake of your head, "Unbelievable."
He shrugged, "It's the truth." To which you fished a Q-tip out of your cosmetic bag and threw it at him,
"Stop," to warn him, but it only made him chuckle again.
For some reason, this scene felt... nice. Comfortable in a way. It was just the two of you and even though you were in quite a compact space, it didn't feel like it at all. You didn't feel restricted or uncomfortable. Hearing Wonwoo laugh like this next to you was something you didn't want to leave as a one-time-only experience.
-
The time passed too quickly and suddenly, within the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of the courtroom. Your legs were shaking, your arms were quivering, and you didn't even trust your voice to let any steady words out. There was too much going on - too much you weren't prepared for. Even with the help and preparation of Jihoon, you couldn't push down the anxiety that was rushing through your body faster than the speed limit on highways.
Some people had already filled some seats in the room, but you couldn't even bring yourself to peek inside, scared that you might actually have to throw up right then and there. Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Mingyu were sitting at the designated desk right in front of the judge, but you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and hadn't brought yourself to go back in yet. The other party that was to blame for this all hadn't shown up yet, and you were more than thankful for that - the weird looks of the people passing you were enough for now.
For the sixth time already, you straightened every inch of your dress, even though you knew it wouldn't do much but you needed to keep your hands occupied while your legs were taking you around the hallway. With your head down, you didn't see the chest you were about to bump into when it was already too late. You jumped at the sudden contact, but the hands on your shoulders steadied you. The grip felt comforting and more familiar than you'd like to admit and looking up, you were greeted with the eyes you were expecting. Wonwoo's dark orbs had interlocked with yours, not breaking the gaze. The only thing in your way were the glasses he was wearing - you had never seen him in these ever before, but you were most definitely not complaining.
"Are you okay?" He wondered, his eyes filled with concern as he had watched you walk up and down the hallway for longer than he'd let anyone ever know.
You rubbed your hands together, feeling the lump in your throat already forming, "I-I don't know..."
"We're all a bit nervous, it's okay," he tried to assure you, unsure of how much he could help you in this situation, knowing that it was never him that was good whenever it came to feelings. He ran his hands gently up and down your upper arms, hoping it would comfort you in some way.
You shook your head, "But I don't think I'm just a bit nervous," your voice immediately became quieter and as soon as you dropped your head down again, Wonwoo pushed you softly to the side, making you lean against the wall.
"What are you nervous about? We're all here together. Nothing's gonna happen," he spoke to you, and as much as his words should have helped you, your worries took over.
"How is nothing going to happen? So much is about to happen in this little room," you pointed toward the door harshly, "I know Chanyeol. I know him so fucking well. And I know he won't let us go that easily."
You didn't notice the arm he had swung around in the middle of your rant until he spoke again, "We have Jihoon with us. He's gonna help us in every way he can, don't worry."
"I know he'll help us. And I'm not questioning his abilities to do so," you gulped, "I just... I know what that man is capable of, and that worries me."
Wonwoo let a few seconds of silence pass before directing your conversation in a different direction, "Jihoon knows who the other lawyer is, by the way. And it's kind of funny because-" but before he was able to finish his statement, another voice stopped him.
"Guys," Mingyu let his head peek out from the door, "They want to start."
"Without the others?" The CEO wondered, to which his friend just shrugged his shoulders,
"I don't know, they said they'll be here any second." Before disappearing again.
"Alright, well then," Wonwoo pushed himself off the wall, stopping to stand in front of you, sending you a somewhat sad smile, "Are you ready?"
"No," you answered truthfully, "How could I be?" Your voice was as small as it had never been before.
Without even hesitating, he reached out to get a hold of your hand, waiting for you to push him away, but when he noticed you not reacting negatively, he brought you in closer.
"You can do this. We'll go through it together, alright?"
You let your body do its own thing, as you leaned into his arm slightly, resting the side of your head on his shoulder and nodding hesitantly. That's all he needed to take a few steps forward, waiting for you to do the same, before entering the room together. You raised your head again and walked in, holding your head up high, just like Jihoon told you to do.
After taking a seat right, with Jihoon to your right and Wonwoo to your left, the lawyer let you know about some last-minute details, reminding you of the most important info you'd need for the day. In the middle of your conversation, you were 'finally' graced with the presence of the other party.
Chanyeol had entered the room, just like he usually would - his chin so high that his nose almost touched the ceiling, a proud smirk on his lips. The smirk that once made you swoon, now made you want to throw up. The sudden feeling of a hand on your legs made you turn your head to the left. Wonwoo had placed his to stop your limp from shaking, and you thanked him with a tight smile on your lips. But his eyes were glaring at the man that had just walked in.
"Good morning, ladies and gents," Chanyeol greeted you as soon as he was on the same level as the four of you, nodding to each one of you with a shit-eating grin decorating his face as if he didn't put you in this misery. He was followed by non-other than his trusty little friend, and lapdog Sehun - a man you had also gotten to know quite well over the years. You used to like him. He was a good friend of yours. That's right, he was.
"Hi Y/N," he smiled at you, sending you a small wave before also greeting the CEOs next to you, slightly more politely. You could tell he was much more nervous than Chanyeol was. He had always been that type of guy. Slightly more careful and... caring. Like he actually had a heart. Unlike his asshole of a best friend.
You weren't scared of him. If anything, he was probably more scared of you at that moment, and especially of the men by your side. Who did scare you though, was the third man that trailed behind them. A man you knew too well. So well, you'd call him family, because... he was.
"Jeonghan?" You exclaimed out loud as soon as he was next to Jihoon.
"Oh, Y/N. Hi!" He smiled, "To say that it's a surprise to see you here would be a lie, I'm sure you're aware of that," the salty chuckle made you want to punch him, "But it's still nice to see you again. And greetings to the gentlemen as well." You blocked out the other words that came from his mouth as you positioned yourself to look straight ahead to where the judge would later sit, in trance from what had just happened.
Jeong... Jeonghan... was their lawyer. That's how you knew just how screwed you were.
A gentle shake on your shoulders brought you back, "Y/N?" Wonwoo called out for you quietly.
"Hm?"
"You know him?" His eyes landed on the lawyer of the other team that had taken his seat, still smiling just like his client.
You nodded, "Sadly..."
"How?" That time, it was Jihoon questioning you.
You let your gaze fall to the man in question, keeping it on him for a second before shutting your eyes in disbelief, and taking a deep breath in. You opened them again, but then found the table to be much more interesting, brushed a hand through your hair, and finally gave them the answer they were waiting for with a deep sigh as you had to admit with a heavy heart,
"He's my cousin."
Taglist: @nctxtrash @leicy0756 @hoe4wonwoo @jeonwonhi @nothingbutadeadesceane @smileywoo @angelarin @onewoowonderboy @goodforgyu @kavvs @sugarmilkchan @sweetheart-gs @wonforgyu @lilactangerine @meltinghershey @wonw00t @soonchanshua @jayswifeuwu @allorysayshi @shaurenlaw @drama-1998-girl @yoonren07 @malakasae @sseuyeon @venusprada @jeminiepabo @billboard-singer @safsaf1980 @monmarguerite
#Wonwoo x reader#wonwoo series#seventeen#series#kpop#scenarios#imagines#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#svt#smut#fluff
326 notes
·
View notes
Note
On behalf of someone not in the server, /what/ is the whole myo scandal going on rn? Did they hand out fake myos...? Did they revoke paid myos....? Did staff trade illegal myos to people....??? I'm lost.
OK SO im just gonna give a whole summary of the events of the past few days since it seems a lot of people are confused (also i dont have screenshots EVERYTHING what im about to say, but this is just what i remember from personally seeing it. ill link posts as they come along for context):
the other night, when staff made this announcement regarding coy, shit started to hit the fan pretty fast
this announcement came after almost a full 2 days of weird behavior from staff, like how a lot of them put almost all their terras up for trade and how there was basically radio silence with the staff questions and design concept channels going unanswered. a lot of people noticed how suspicious this was, and this anon was pretty on the money with their theory
so suffice to say everyone was pretty much on the edge of their seats waiting for something big, and after the announcement was made the entire server basically exploded. in the chaos of people trading and running around like chickens with their heads cut off, the mods said they would approve anything submitted to the site. they said they were doing this so they could make the species as bad as possible for when coy took it over, and mods were in the server being very apathetic about it and having an attitude like “idgaf what happens now because we have been getting treated like shit so this is finally the consequences.” this attitude can be seen in the screenshots included here too
during this chaos, people could also ask for myos to be uploaded to their acc for free, which mods would do. so tons of people got “illegitimate” myos. people used their illegal myos and real myos that had been purchased before the downfall to upload tons of characters and some joke characters too, like one that was just a PNG of ellen. during this huge chaos, people were also hating on coy and freely talking about things they disliked about how the species was run as opposed to the chokehold toxic positivity attitude that the server usually had. truly the most euphoric the server has ever been. some coy meat rider was also defending them, and got really aggressive about it and telling people to go fuck themselves (for which they got banned). someone else also made a branch-off server so people could stay in contact with their friends from the terra community seeing as the future was totally uncertain
after a while the “we are approving everything” stopped, and things were a bit more quiet. temul and some mods joined the branch-off server and gave some more deets about the shit coy would do. i also made my Big Post; initially this post was just gonna be positive stuff about how i has a discussion with tycho about suggesting things for the species, but after the announcement was made i was given screenshots to post here by a mod so i just threw it all in the same post. the Big Post made public opinion of coy a lot worse since now there were animal abuse allegations being talked about, but later on with further scrutiny the conclusion was reached that the screenshot was mainly coy exaggerating to try and be funny, but miserably failing. either way, public opinion of coy was and still is totally in the shitter.
the next day, mods put out another announcement that can be summed up as “lol sorry guys everyone get back to business” which is total bs to me considering the shit they were saying the very night before. so now they wanna try and reign in this species when they already did irreparable damage, and now people are switching up and acting like nothing ever happened (i assume its because mods are gonna be looking for new staff soon and they want a piece of the pie lmao)
to fix the monumental fucking issue they created for no reason, they put out another announcement (which i forgot to post here oops sorry pookies)
so basically what theyre gonna do is:
- if you uploaded character(s) that night using illegal MYO(s), you can choose ONE to unvoid (with any changes that need to be made in order to be legal if you have illegal traits and stuff, like for example eyes + mouth), the unvoided terra will be account bound and non voucherable
- if you had an illegal myo from that night but DIDNT use it, or if you didnt get any illegal myos at all, there will be a form to fill out where you can get one free MYO that will create any subtype up to modified (meaning no limited subtypes), the MYO will be account bound until designed. theyre also in the process of figuring out whether theyll give people the choice of using x amount of lim traits or having the terra be voucherable. some of it is still up in the air
- if you used a legal myo to upload your terra, there will be a process a little down the line for you to get your myo and any items back
and this is where were at now, people in the terra server are acting like everythings normal and going along with the toxic positivity mob once more, people in the branch-off server are freely expressing their grievances as they did that night, and im pissed off because i think its a little unfair that people will get to unvoid their lim terras meanwhile other people only get up to a modified. hand out lim myos instead of modified, why are we STILL doing the artificial scarcity youre all acting just like coy
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Glad to hear duchess is getting treated!!!! The amount of stress it all caused sucks tho. I hope she gets better and stays better! She sounds like a delightful little creature
An unfortunate update on Duchess :( they told us to wait up to 48 hours after the vet visit to contact them again and she still hasn't had a decent poop. She's passed like two marble sized pieces after she's having MULTIPLE laxatives and is plenty hydrated
I'm super worried. The end of the 48 hour time window is basically tomorrow at 11 or 12 and we're worried :( we're flat fucking broke. Like. Either this cat shits SOON or we'll have to try warm water enemas at home and, I dunno, the vet was able to dig in there with fingers for the pieces at the very entrance but, maybe we can squeeze them giving her more fluids which might pass things along?
We um. Still owe full April rent too so it's. It's not great right now. I'm still on reduced work hours and my sister isn't even employed and. It sucks. It's getting tight and my leg isn't even healed.
Part of me is like.... she still has time to pass more stuff out... but do I make a donation post again... will things be ok... should I do things now to get ahead of things, or would I have to issue refunds later...
She's acting fine and she had another dose of laxative so time will tell :( the laxative takes time to kick in so I'm like... maybe she'll just... boom soon... but it's like.... don't know what to do 💀💀💀💀 will keep you guys updated... I hope it'll be ok? I've worked a couple shifts and can forward a little money I'm just. On the fence whether I should post a donation link or not... I guess I'm gonna wait and see but at the same time posting too last minute leads to nothing.... uuughfhfhfh I have work tomorrow too 😭 gonna keep an eye on her
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
college au!!!! 🫶🏻
🙊 Omg. Okay, so this is yet another Zakkura/Clack AU that i'm having in the works right now (I swear I'm not obsessed, but these boys are so good and these ideas just keep popping in my head out of nowhere). 🙈 I kind of really love this AU, and I've already written pieces of dialogue there and there, which I really need to connect somehow, at some point.
But anyway—
Again, I'm gonna do a little ramble about the story under the cut and then post a snippet of the story as well. If you're curious, feel free to check it out. And if not, then feel free to skip this altogether. :)
My (not so ) little ramble about the story:
I have this idea where Zack is a popular guy, a captain of the football team. But he's not popular in a mean, bullying kind of way—he's more like a super social puppy that makes friends with everyone and always helps and protects those in need. He's tall, strong, and athletic, and has a pretty girlfriend called Aerith (who's really not his girlfriend 'cause she's totally gay, but anyway). He's not very bright or intelligent, but he's confident, charming, flirty, and naturally very good-looking, so that kind of makes up for it.
And then in comes Cloud, the new kid in town, who's this scholarship/transfer student (I actually don't know how that even works, but that's not important lol). And unlike Zack, Cloud's smart, good at most subjects, athletic, and also really pretty, which Zack can't ignore, of course. He seems perfect, right? Except Cloud's a total nightmare personality-wise. He's antisocial, aloof, and a bit of a bitch. He hates most people and just wants to be left the fuck alone.
Because Zack's confident, wears his heart on a sleeve at all times, and also has like one brain cell— soon there's this tall, super social, endlessly energetic chatterbox with a massive puppy dog energy following around this short, quiet, awkward, grumpy cat with a resting bitch face, high walls and trust issues, guarded emotions and a storm cloud looming over his head... surely nothing can go wrong there, right?
And because Zack's kind of obtuse and doesn't really care about studying, while studying is all Cloud really does in his spare time because it's not like he's all warm and fuzzy inside and has made lots of friends (aside from his childhood friend, Tifa, who's also very gay and now she also kind of has a crush on Zack's 'girlfriend' Aerith, which complicates things just a little)—Zack fails chem. And Zack finds himself in trouble because if he doesn't pass, it's *bad*. So he obviously needs help with that and knows someone (Cloud) who's good at chem. :-D And then somehow, he manages to persuade Cloud to tutor him in chem and well.
And since they have to get along—it's tough because Cloud's still kind of a bitch, and Zack still only has that one brain cell that he doesn't like to strain too much—they start gradually developing feelings for each other. Well, okay, Zack's been all heart eyes motherfucker since day one, and he's terrible at hiding it, so it's not like anything's changed, but Cloud's been reserved, aloof, and kind of mean to Zack, and now he's slowly starting to get used to Zack being all puppy-like around him, and also starting to find it kind of endearing, and that's how he realizes he's in trouble. Oops.
So, then they both end up at this one house party. Zack goes there with Aerith because they both love parties and his 'girlfriend' needs protecting from all these nasty, horny jocks, and Cloud goes there because his (very gay) girlfriend Tifa knows Aerith is there, too, and she doesn't want to go alone. And Cloud is, like, so not a people person (as if that wasn't clear enough already); he finds himself a quiet room that still isn't occupied by horny couples and rolls himself a joint.
And then Zack finds him and joins him because it's not like Cloud has anything better to do than entertain this stupidly hot jock who he also has to tutor for a moment and who he totally hasn't any feelings for, and well...
Here's the snippet from my story:
—
A moment later, they’re both sitting on a bed, really close to each other. Both high and fuzzy, their shoulders almost touching. They talk about past, fun stuff and giggle stupidly at just about anything.
Zack leans back on his elbows and tips his head, baring his throat—the world keeps spinning in his eyes, and for a moment, he thinks he sees stars. Cloud can’t take his eyes off him. The pretty blonde bites his lip—he yearns and he desires.
Zack’s so fucking gorgeous. Cloud knows it's the weed talking in his head, but he's not blind. Zack's all tan, tall, lean muscle, big arms and broad shoulders. His long, jet-black mullet is always spiky and looks silky and smooth, and Zack always smells so good whenever he sits next to Cloud. It drives him insane.
Zack's Adam’s apple bobs a little as he swallows, and his strong neck looks so soft and inviting. Cloud knows the weed is still talking in his head, messing with his brain, but he wants to put his mouth on Zack's throat. Like a feral animal. He wants to kiss it and suck it and bite it. Cloud's almost itching to find out what kind of pretty noises he could pull out of Zack if he did.
Cloud wants to mark Zack. Like he owns him. Leave pretty little bruises all across his neck and admire his handiwork afterward. Bathe in the knowledge and satisfaction that it's all his doing and that Zack will have to bear his mark at least for a few more days.
Zack’s hair is sweaty, spiky, and slightly tousled. There's that one stubborn, long strand that sticks to his face like glue. Cloud wants to touch it and brush it away.
Then Zack opens his eyes and looks at Cloud. Even when Cloud’s so fucking high that he literally sees double—two pretty, dumb jocks in front of him instead of one, as if one isn't already enough—he can still distinguish Zack’s turquoise eyes. They’re so clear and piercing and very pretty, just like the rest of him. His dark eyelashes are also very long, Cloud notices, making his pretty ocean eyes look even more stunning, if possible.
This moment between them is practically magical because, for a minute or two, none of them seem to find any words to say. They just stare wordlessly at each other, high and dazed—no thoughts, brain empty.
Until Zack decides to open his big, dumb mouth. Sounding even dumber than he usually is, totally not high or slurring or anything as he asks Cloud:
“Why are you staring at me?”
And just like that, it kills the magic of the moment.
Cloud can't help it. He snorts ugly. Laughs at it, too.
"You're staring at me, too."
Zack frowns. Scrunches his nose. He's so adorable Cloud wants to punch him. “Umm, yeah, ‘cause you’re like... so very pretty. If you were a girl, I’d almost want to kiss you now. Kind of. Is that weird?"
If Cloud were any more sober now, his face would instantly burn up and turn crimson all the way up to his ears. Zack is making a bold statement—saying he wants to kiss Cloud—and all Cloud wants to do is grab Zack by those dumb little ears, pull him into a kiss, and lick into his mouth like he's starving for it. Like he won't regret it tomorrow, which he certainly will.
But Zack also said he would kiss him if he were a pretty girl. It doesn't make Cloud feel any better, but strangely, he doesn't really care.
He's growing incredibly hot in his clothes—again, Cloud knows the weed is part to blame—and the fact that Zack is so stupidly attractive, stupidly high, and also just really fucking stupid in general, which kind of turns him on even more, doesn’t help.
He grabs more weed and starts quietly rolling another joint. His long, thin fingers keep shaking, and he still sees double, and he can barely focus on what he's doing, but somehow, in some way, Cloud still manages to put together a half-decent joint, at least.
“Want another?” he asks Zack, slurring. His head buzzes pleasantly, and he hopes the answer is yes.
Zack seems to ponder the question for a few seconds, but then he already nods eagerly like a puppy wagging his tail, as fast as he can, in their current state. “Sure.” Which pleases Cloud immensely.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sorry for the break I've been making art for my other blog BUT IM BACK
The chucklets are around 4 months old. (Not the real time they've been alive but they're 4 months in the plot) They've all had their shots, mama almost killed me for that. I know I'm gonna keep mama, but if the little ones express wanting to find a troupe on their own, I'll be open to allowing them to be introduced to other's troupes (with Luna's permission) to see if theirs are a good fit. But that's for way later. For now, a little update on the family
Eclipse is getting to be a big boy, he's taller than all of his siblings and He's the scariest. He's learned to track which is terrifying when I go shopping and just see him waiting for me outside. It's happened multiple times already! Even when I zip up the tent! AND MAMA LUNA LETS IT HAPPEN! He has to understand he could get seriously hurt, even if he's a bigger chucklet than his siblings.
Speaking of mama Luna, she's had the most development so far! She's started to guard the house as part of her territory, and brings me pieces of what she hunts as a gifts, which is sweet but absolutely horrid in the sweetest way possible. She tries sneaking into the house through the window like I don't see her six foot self clawing her way in. She's a mess but I love her. She regularly lets me hold and feed her chucklets, I use honker's premium chucklet formula when mama can't feed her babies that day (it's good for all clowns from what I've read, I've yet to find a chucklet formula just for scares, at least in my local stores)
Elio is still the happiest little guy there is, he's really good at making people laugh. he never really tries to scare. It would be concerning if he didn't try to get a reaction at all. I had originally thought they were all scare mixes, but obviously not if at least two of them are not interested in scaring. Well, they still might be mixes but just pull from their other breeds, who knows? I still love them all the same. A happy boy indeed
Cyra is an adventure daily. Cyra can be so loving and sweet, until she gets ticked off. She is a lot to handle, I'm not sure she'll ever be able to find another troupe when her behavior is this extreme. I wouldn't mind keeping her, but if she expresses a want to leave but can't get along with any troupmates, that's not happening. I mustn't be too paranoid, she is still a chucklet, time will tell how she is with her temperament. She eats the most, which is good. She likes to cover her hair with some cloth, for some reason it really calms her down and lets her enjoy time with her siblings. She goes into a frenzy when I have to wash the cloth though, breaks my heart.
Lulana is still a little princess, nothing has changed about her. And I love that. Well she has changed a little, her colors are starting to darken. It's very intriguing. She's gone from a cyan in the middle of her body, to a more navy blue. She's also developed some star freckles. Super cute.
Enver, my little superstar! He's gotten the most popular out of his siblings, and the minute I told him that he started girlbossing even more than he already did. A couple of guffaws and happy scares later, he's recovered from his over inflated ego. He has been interested my camera though so I'll take some pictures of him to post later. None of them are exactly models for the camera like Enver though, he likes to hog the camera frame. He's a little beauty, I don't blame him for knowing.
AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW- I'll post some pictures and updates soon!
#clown#clown community#clown aesthetic#clown husbandry#clown behavior#clown breed#clown care#clown character#clown advice
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 aka. 2022 Recap
Thank you to the wonderful @good-ways and @tailoredshirt the tag! You're a peach 😘
Guidelines: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favourite line you’ve written this year!
post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022
You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces Word Count: 23,520 | Summary: An exploration of emotions. The Breakup Era from Carlos' POV
This is the fic that took 6 months to write. It was my greatest achievement of 2022. It took so much out of me to write, many tears, and almost deletions but it turned out so beautiful. It's my favorite fic that I wrote this year, and one that I cherish deeply. It was well worth all of the time that it took to write.
With love, your soulmate| Word Count: 27,658 | Chapters: 7 / 10 | Summary: Carlos Reyes doesn’t think he has a soulmate. In the 22 years he had been alive he had never found anything that would tell him otherwise. At first, it bothered him that he was seemingly without anyone and that there wasn’t a perfect person out there for him but he learned to grow comfortable with that information. He learned to adapt, to date enough that he wouldn’t be lonely, and on the nights when he was without anyone he found ways to make himself feel good. He was content. Or so he thought so until a letter arrived on the day of his 22 birthday. A letter addressed to him, from the past and from his soulmate. From there, they start talking. Leaving letters for each other to find and read, falling in love through the words that they shared. Will TK ever catch up to Carlos so that they can have their happy ever after? Or will time remain cruel to them?
This fic was a bit out of my comfort zone and dealt with a new concept. It's been a blast to write and I've enjoyed pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I hope to get this one done very soon!!
Fuck my life up | Word Count: 2,728 | Summary: The one time Carlos and TK talked when they were broken up.
It's no secret that I'm obsessed with the breakup era and exploring the dynamics there. I fully believe, in my little hc, that Tarlos hooked up at least once during their breakup era. This was my take on that.
finding the sun in a world of shadows | Word Count: 5453 | Chapters: 2 / 10 | Summary: In a post-apocalyptical world, two lost souls find each other.
This is another one that took me out of my comfort zone but it's been really fun to write and build the world. I have chapter three done and I need to post it, this is another one I'm hoping to get done this year.
It was always you | Word Count: 3333 | Summary: Sometimes in order to find out just how much you’re meant to be with someone, you have to fall apart and lose them first.
This is one of those getting back together fic's but I adore it so much. I love a good ex's to lovers fic and I love how this one turned out. It was a joy to write.
4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year I have so many I'm excited for.
(along with the two mentioned above):
TK POV Breakup Era Fic - this is a companion fic to the Carlos POV Breakup Era Fic and shows TK's side of things. It's slowly coming along but it's gonna be good and my hope is to have it done by summer!
Sequel to Carlos & TK Breakup Era Fic - this will focus on how and why TK come back together. It'll be canon divergence and won't follow along with how they got back together in canon, but I like the spin on it that I've decided to go with. I think it'll be a fun fic and it'll include a lot of conversations we missed.
[Redacted] Tarlos AU - 😉😏 this one is yet to be started but I have it mapped out. I'm keeping a little hush on the details, though. Sometimes it's fun to have surprises 😘
Secret Dating AU - Professor!TK x Social Worker!Carlos. This one I am currently writing and already has 4 chapters. I'm hoping to write it all out before I start posting it. This is another one I hope to have done by summer.
your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year
Length - My fics this year were longer and more fleshed out. They and more details and really went into the story rather than just brushed the surface.
Dialogue - I always feel like my dialogue is bad, but I think I improved on it this year. Hopefully I'll improve more on it this coming year too.
Ideas - I think my ideas have been better in general, which is really nice.
top 2 resolutions
Writing for myself and my pleasures which includes not being as upset / obsessed over numbers and how people might react to what I write. At the end of the day I need to be the one happy with the content I create, other people liking it is just a bonus.
Keeping in mind that I do this for fun. This is a fun past time and it shouldn't be stressful. Nobody knows me in real life, they only know a fraction of who I am and they may or may not make an accurate judgement of myself. And that's okay. As long as I'm having fun, that's all that matters.
number 1 favourite line you’ve written this year!
That’s what he got for thinking - a broken heart and an empty home that didn’t feel like home without TK. - which, of course, is from Carlos Breakup Era Fic
No pressure tags: @11thstreetvigilante @theghostofashton @bubblesandroses8 @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @thebumblecee @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
35, 57, 69 for the fic writer asks?
Thank you for indulging me!!!
35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?
This is hard to answer LOL, like almost every fic is special to me for some particular reason, and ya girl has been blasting the internet with her nonsense for a solid 20 years at this point. I always have a particular fondness for fics that were especially difficult for me to write for whatever reason, especially when I feel they turned out well, because it's so satisfying to be able to see the work I put in paying off. But then again I'm looking at my recent fics and I'm like "okay but the hawkeline one was easy to write and I really love it :( and [redacted--i promise it's NOT the prisoner LOL] took 10 yrs off my life and i hate it :("
But with that said the fic that came to mind was New Disaster (portal chell-focused chelldos fic) because it was hard to write in the sense that it's so self-contained within one character who canonically doesn't speak. It's hard to strike a balance between heavy introspection/character-focused pieces and actual story progression, which I think I did well in that fic. Not to say it's my favourite ever bc I think that would just be impossible to choose but I still feel a lot of fondness for it and it's not like super recent!
57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?
Extremely conscious--it's almost always very intentional! Although don't go looking too hard or you'll just notice that I love to put a scene in the rain and you won't be able to unsee it.
69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?
Oh this is gonna be so bad I'm so sorry in advance. So I don't read very much fanfic anyway, and as I am currently in my first year of law school that pitiful number has been reduced to near-zero. Pretty much if I read something it's bc a friend wrote it/sent it to me or I stumbled upon it somewhere and immediately liked the writing style--like we're talking IMMEDIATELY like if you don't have me in the first sentence I literally have to go back to reading about the constitution or whatever.
The only time I usually search AO3 for stuff is when a particular pairing has made me insane and I want to see what's out there for it, and I'll just open a tab of anything that looks vaguely legible and go through mercilessly judging them on the first few sentences akjsndkjasdnad like I don't read tags at all and very often get absolutely BLINDSIDED by something I could have easily seen but that's part of the fun tbh.
So this has been awhile at this point but the most recent fic author whose style I was absolutely obsessed with is thepapernautilus/thenautilusknoweth--I stumbled onto her fics bc of wol/g'raha from ffxiv and her prose is just so evocative and gripping that by the time I realized what level of spicy fic I was reading I was too deep in and was just like welp whatever I'm along for the ride at this point LOL.
Another fic that never leaves my mind is April Come She Will by tetrahedron -- it's Hawke/Varric and Hawke/Fenris (set in da:i) and it's just......exquisite pain. I can only dream of writing angst so good. Altered something fundamental in my DNA.
And of course no such list would be complete without the incomparable menzosarres, known by many names, who totally 100% definitely doesn't write anymore and if I went looking for an anonymous fic that may or may not have been written by her as SOON as I had the relevant show knowledge to understand it well then that is a matter for history to decide.
Fanfiction Writing Asks
#like i'm sorry but it cannot be overstated#how BAD the tumblr text editor is?????????#wtf is all this??????????????#what are all these boxes why is the cursor jumping around what is this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#exciting tag for writing things#exciting tag for answered asks
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
she's her daddy's girl, her momma's world - chapter 23
girls just wanna have fun-damental rights
Notes: It's been one week since SCOTUS overturned Roe v Wade and I'm still struggling to wrap my mind around everything that's happened in the past week and everything that will continue to happen in the fallout.
I am sad and angry and fearful for what this means for the US, because it is something that's going to affect each and every one of us in one way or another. I needed to do something to try and work through my thoughts and feelings, so I wrote this.
I'm going to be taking a little bit of a break. As much as I love Maya, I'm not really in a headspace right now to write quality content for her. I wasn't even planning on posting this one but I felt like it needed to be written. I'll be back soon. Much love.
TW: this piece discusses the current state of the US in regards to the overturn of Roe v Wade and includes conversations of abortion.
Here are some links with resources and places you can donate, if you feel inclined:
https://www.hercampus.com/culture/abortion-funds-roe-v-wade-overturned/
https://www.plannedparenthood.org/
Read on AO3 or below:
Stella was sitting on the bed, finishing off her braids, when Maya entered the room. The little girl took note of her mom's outfit and the items around her; it was clear she was about to go somewhere.
“Are you going somewhere?” Maya asked, leaning against the bed frame.
Stella nodded. "I'm meeting your Aunt Sylvie and Aunt Violet downtown in a few minutes. We're gonna walk the protest."
"Why?"
Stella sighed but moved closer, lifting Maya and setting her on the bed. She’d been trying to think of an age-appropriate way to breech the subject with Maya since the news broke. The little girl was smarter than the average eight-year-old, but this was a topic that some adults still failed to grasp.
“In our country, there’s something called the Supreme Court. It’s a group of selected people, called justices, that have the ability to uphold or overturn laws for everyone in the country. They decide what laws stay and what laws go.” Stella paused. After making sure Maya was following along, she continued. “A few days ago they decided to overturn, or get rid of, the ruling known as Roe versus Wade and it’s something that has affected women all over the country.”
“What’s Roe versus Wade?”
Stella wrapped an arm around Maya and pulled her close. “When I was pregnant with you, I was so happy, and your daddy and I were so excited to meet you. I was healthy and you were healthy, and everything worked out. But that’s not always the case for other women. Sometimes women, even girls and kids barely older than you, get pregnant when they don’t want to.”
“How does that happen?”
“Well, there are precautions you can take, things you can do to try and keep from getting pregnant but sometimes those things don’t work—accidents can happen, or someone can lie and say they took those precautions when they didn’t. And, unfortunately, there are some bad people in this world who do some really not nice things to other people.”
Maya nodded, a small frown on her face. “That’s not nice.”
“No, it’s not,” Stella said with a small smile. “But it’s not always like that. There are a lot of people out there who are SO excited to be pregnant and having a baby. Sadly though, having a baby can be very dangerous. Sometimes the baby is really, really sick and won’t be able to live once they’re born and sometimes the mommy’s life is in danger. It can lead to a lot of really hard decisions having to be made. Roe versus Wade protected a woman’s choice to end a pregnancy.”
“It’s called getting an abortion and making the decision to get one is, for some women, one of the hardest decisions they’ll ever make. It’s one that will stick with them for the rest of their lives.”
“Have you ever had one?” Maya asked quietly.
“No sweetie, I haven’t,” Stella answered. “But there was a time many, many, many years ago, before I met your dad, when I was married to someone else. There were times in that marriage when things were scary and at times, I wasn’t safe. If I had gotten pregnant during that time, I might’ve had to make that decision.”
Maya frowned in concern. “Really? Why?”
Stella was quiet for a moment. She didn’t like thinking about those years with Grant and she didn’t want to expose Maya to that while she was still so young but given what they were talking about, it was an important thing to add. Her voice was sad when she spoke again. “Because it wouldn’t have been a safe situation for a baby. There were times when he put his hands on me…he hurt me. He had a lot of issues and he needed help and I was in no shape to raise a child if I would’ve gotten pregnant during that time.”
Maya nodded, understandingly. "Do other people have them cause of that?"
"Some do, yeah." Stella nodded. "Some people have really scary lives at home--sometimes home isn't safe for them and it's definitely not safe for a baby."
"There are a lot of other reasons why people make the choice to end their pregnancy. Without Roe versus Wade, states are now allowed to make their own laws regarding abortions, and a lot of states have made it illegal, which puts a lot of people in danger."
"Are there options other than getting an abortion?" Maya, at this point, had turned her entire body to face her mom.
Stella immediately nodded. "Absolutely. Some choose to go through with the pregnancy and have their baby and others choose adoption, which allows people who want kids and people who are in a better position to raise the babies as their own. But sometimes adoptions fall through or something goes wrong and the baby ends up in foster care.”
“Like Nico?” Maya’s question was sweet and innocent.
“Kind of like Nico, yeah.” Stella had to smile at the clear adoration Maya had for the boy. “But while Nico has a family now, some kids have to stay in the foster care system a lot longer than he did.”
“Is that why you’re protesting?”
Stella nodded and brushed some curls off Maya’s face. “Yeah, baby. Your aunts and I, we’re protesting to show our support for not only those who have had to make the hard decision to end a pregnancy but for those who now might not have the chance or the freedom to make that choice.”
Maya was quiet for a minute. She took everything that her mom had told her in and tried to wrap her head around it. “Can I come with you?”
“Are you sure?” Stella asked, her eyebrows raised.
Maya nodded but a small frown graced her face. “Do you not want me to go?”
“No! I would love for you to come with me,” Stella assured quickly. “But your thoughts and opinions on things like abortion are yours to have. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing my beliefs onto you. If you really want to come with me though, you’re more than welcome to.”
The little girl’s eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, nodding at her mom. Stella smiled back and sent Maya to her room to get her shoes on.
As she ran out of the room, Stella’s smile faltered a little. The reality of everything was starting to sink in for her—her daughters had fewer rights than she did growing up. Granted they had a better start in life than she did, but she’d be damned if they had to grow up in a country that seemed to not care about them.
That’s why Stella was marching.
That’s why she and hundreds and thousands of women all over the country were marching and protesting—to give girls and women, present and future, the rights and freedoms they deserve.
… … …
Walking out of the bedroom, Stella met Kelly in the hall. “She going with you?” he asked.
Stella nodded. “I explained everything to her in a way she could understand and she wanted to come.”
Kelly smiled. The older Maya got, the more her strength, courage, and passion for others grew. She took after her mother more and more.
He pulled Stella into a hug. ”You’ve got this Stella Kidd. You both do, and I’m with you every step of the way.”
Stella hugged back tightly. Kelly had always supported her, no matter what, and it wasn’t lost on her that there were husbands and partners out there that wouldn’t support the women in their lives through this.
She was going to march for them too.
#she's her daddy's girl her momma's world#stella kidd#maya severide#kelly severide#stellaride#there are trigger warnings so#read at your own risk
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter Thirty-Eight
As soon as the Ryloth Freedom Fighters return home, Hera takes the Imperial ship back to the Phoenix Flagship. Kanan takes the Ghost, and all the crew, back himself. The group meet-up once they all get back. "Commander Sato wants to see all of us," Hera informs them, as they disembark the freighter.
Kanan nods, following her, and everyone else follows suit. Keen considers skipping what will either be a post-mission briefing, a new mission, or both. After careful consideration, she decides if she doesn't come someone will come and seek her out, and drag her to the briefing, so she accepts the inevitable, and tags along to the briefing.
The crew enters a meeting room, where Sato, Rex, and Ahsoka are in a very in depth conversation. "I hope we're not interrupting something," Kanan says. All three of the rebels turn to the Ghost crew.
"You did good work," Sato praises. "And, when you are up to it, we have another mission for you."
Ari'abel sighs. "Where at?"
Rex leans over, flicking on the holo-table in the middle of the room, and the planet of Geonosis appears. He spins the planet, stopping in what seems to be an empty part of space, "Intelligence tells us that the Empire is building something over Geonosis. The Commander wants us to go and figure out what it is, and why it's there."
The Jedi glances up at the ceiling, before looking back at the others, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As fun as that sounds, I'm gonna pass." She then promptly turns around, leaving the others to listen to the briefing.
As the Jedi Master steps out the room, Ezra increduously looks at her, before turning to his crew, "Can she do that? Is that allowed? Can I do that?"
"No," Kanan says, pointing a finger at his chest, "You cannot. She can, because I'm not telling her no, and they aren't telling her no."
The Padawan crosses his arms, pouting slightly.
***
As soon as she leaves the room, Keen makes a beeline for her ship. While the Rebellion may have a temporary base, she'd rather find something more permanent. So, she decides that she's going to search uncharted space for a suitable planet. Once she hops into her ship, she sends a message to Ahsoka, letting her know where she'll be.
It doesn't take her long to get the Corundum out into space, where she immediately charts a course into the unknown.
*Short Time Jump*
The Jedi Master has some experience skirting around the dangers of uncharted space, having crashed on some planets during the Clone War. She starts with the section of the unknown space that she is most familiar with. After checking out a few potential bases, and logging them into her datapad, she sets off once again to scope another.
Landing on the next planet, something catches her eye, leaving the Jedi to abandon her original plan of scouting for a potential base location, in favour of quelling her curiosity. Leaping from her ship, she carefully treks across the mountainous terrain of the uncharted planet, keeping her eye on the glinting metal a little ways down the nearby chasm. Once she reaches the edge, she squints down, spying what seems to be an old Republic bomber sitting snugly on a small ridge.
Ari'abel cautiously leaps down into the cavern, landing on the ridge directly next to the ship. Her eyes drift to the nose of the bomber, seeing it crushed. "Clearly it was a crash landing," she mutters to herself. Gingerly, Keen runs her hand along the dented, dusty metal. Pieces of the engine litter the ground around the crash sight, some sitting in old, rotting wooden boxes.
Crouching down, she sifts through a box, when she senses a person walking up behind her, being as quiet as they can. She acts as if she doesn't notice them, all the while reaching into her bag for her lightsabers. Pulling them out, she spins quickly, igniting them in front of her.
When her eyes land on the face of the stranger, she falters, half lowering the blades. She slowly observes the very familiar face, lingering on the scar surrounding the brown eyes that are identical to millions of other individuals. His hair, once close cut and black not fourteen years ago, is now long, scraggly, and grey, matching the beard that now covers half his face. The armour he wears that was once bright white and yellow is now dusty, and coated in dirt.
"Cody," she breathes out quietly.
The Clone blinks, lowering the blaster that he had pointed between her eyes. "General?" he says, matching her tone.
She stands from her crouched position, eyeing the Clone carefully. She lowers her blades to her side, but leaves them ignited. "What happened to you?"
"It was right after the end of the War. I was sent on a mission, with a few of my men. I can't tell you how we crashed, all I know is I hit my head, and when I woke up, I remembered everything that had happened." A few tears leak out of the Clones eyes, "What I did, to General Kenobi, to the Republic. Me and the boys, we all remember. Whatever programming caused us to do that, it's gone."
Ari'abel sighs, "The Kaminoans had inhibitor chips put into every Clones head, and when the Chancellor said a specific phrase, it caused every Trooper to turn on their Jedi, and any Clone who refused to cooperate." She then decides that maybe a change of subject would be smart, "You mentioned you had some of your brothers with you, did any of them survive?"
"Five of 'em. They're inside," he nods to the bomber.
"Okay, I hope that this doesn't seem rude. It's not that I don't trust you, Cody, but I'm gonna keep these ignited, at least until I'm sure this isn't an elaborate trap to murder me."
"Understood, sir."
0 notes
Text
Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)
43
"OH, LOOK HOW lovely these are!" Sarah squealed when she saw the little sage green mittens with radishes, carrots, and peas in and out of their pods.
"Aren't they," Peggy agreed, fawning over Sarah just as she did with Steve. Steve wondered if Peggy reminded Sarah of her mother as much as she did for Steve.
Reading the card, Steve said, "Thank you, Mr. Sitwell. This is very thoughtful."
The lawyer nodded, but remained in the corner of the room where no one was paying attention to him while he ate a piece of the carrot cake. If Steve's wombmate wasn't the guest of honor, Steve probably would've done the same. He hated being the center of attention, but he occasionally made exceptions. Especially when those exceptions involved his loved ones and their happiness.
Setting the gift bag with the garden themed mittens – along with their matching hats – and the baby nail kit off to the side, Joe crossed the room to him. The alpha handed him another, "Last, but not least." A basket with different bath and post-bath products as well as towels and washcloths. Joe grinned, "This is from mom and me."
"Thank you," he smiled, kissing the older man on his cheek. Teasing, "They're going to be the cleanest baby around."
As though objecting, Natasha's son let out a shrill cry. She stood so she could sway him and joked, "Sorry, he can't help but be the center of attention. It's honestly so rude of him."
"It's alright," Steve chuckled, marking over his thirty-three week bump. "I'm sure bud will be the same."
"Bud? Is that their name?" Angie Martinelli asked.
"You're having a boy?" Natasha asked, glancing over at her work partner as though he had been keeping a secret and she didn't appreciate it.
"Oh, how exciting!" Thor's voice boomed above the chatter filling the room, causing his husband to cover his face in embarrassment.
Laura offered, "I have tons of hand-me-downs that I can –"
Steve shook his head as he corrected, "It's just a term of endearment since their birth is when I'll –" he glanced at Bucky and amended "– we'll find out."
The room quieted at that. Not to complete silence, just to a more manageable volume as smaller conversations started up around the room again. Steve was thankful for that though. He was even more thankful when Bucky rubbed his sore, tense shoulders and kissed his temple.
"C'mon, Niko," Natasha sighed, still trying to soothe the seven month old. Looking over at the sofa where Steve was sandwiched between his mom and his boyfriend, she asked, "Wanna get some practice in?"
Steve looked over at Bucky before deciding that he might as well. With the assistance of both Sarah and Bucky, Steve stood from the couch. Meeting Natasha halfway, she passed the crying baby to him. He had hoped that he'd have the magic touch where as soon as the little guy was in his arms, he'd stop crying. Instead, Niko cried harder. No matter how much Steve swayed him, nothing helped. And it definitely didn't help when Heath-or-Zoey started moving around in the womb as though they didn't like the interruption to their nap.
Looking over at Natasha, Steve said, "I think that's enough practice for today."
"Don't take it too hard," Laura assured.
"You're alright," Joe comforted with a hand on his shoulder, the same way he used to when he coached Steve's T-Ball team. Steve could almost hear the, 'walk it off,' or, 'you'll get 'em next time, kiddo.' And while Steve let out a heavy sigh as he eased himself back onto the couch, it was comforting.
Holding the wiggling, crying baby to her chest, she asked Bucky, "What about you? You're gonna need practice too."
Worrying his lower lip, Bucky glanced over at Steve. Nodding his encouragement, Steve all but pushed the brunet off the couch. Stiffly – and clearly uncomfortable – Bucky took Nikolai in his arms. At first, he was tense, as though the baby would attack if he moved. But then, the baby eased, scenting the alpha. Bucky seemed shocked by the action, and turned his head just enough so he could look at Steve.
"It's nothing personal, darling," Peggy soothed, "Babies are funny like that."
Directing his full attention to his bump, Steve spoke to his baby, "I better be your favorite."
"If it means anything," Bucky swayed the baby, soothing him, "You're my favorite."
Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. If he had to be completely honest, it did mean something to him. Out of all of Bucky's friends, partners, and admirers, Steve was his favorite? That meant everything.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The conversations paused and Steve looked over at the entryway to the living room where Greta was standing with a gift bag. With a lot of effort, Steve pushed himself off the couch so he could greet her properly. It had been more than long enough since he had seen her last. For a moment, Steve felt guilty for not visiting with the mourning woman more in the aftermath of Abraham's death.
Hugging her as close as he could despite the bump between them, Steve said, "I'm glad you came."
"I'm glad I came too," Greta sniffled. Pulling from the embrace but not completely, she fondly looked at the pregnant omega, "Abe would've loved to see you like this."
Not able to hold back his tears, he nodded and said, "I wish he could've."
She wiped his tears and then wiped her own. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay long. I just wanted to give you this."
Accepting the pastel yellow bag, Steve rested it on his protruding stomach so he could peek inside. His actions halted though when she said, "It was something that Abraham wanted you to have."
"Thank you," Steve hiccupped. "Really, Greta, thank you."
"You're very welcome, sweetheart."
Embracing the older beta again, Steve closed his eyes and scented her. Longing to have her and Abe's scents mingling and lingering together. That was how they should've always been, and now it just left Steve heartbroken.
"I'm really happy for you." Greta rubbed his back, "You deserve this, Steven. You truly do. And I can't wait to see how amazing of a father you're going to be."
"Y'wanna join us on the couch?" Steve offered, gesturing to Sarah and Peggy.
Fidgeting, Greta looked over at the two women who waved her over with kind smiles on their faces. Steve could see that she wasn't so sure, and he got it. He really did. Greta wasn't used to going to gatherings by herself. Steve knew as much from the years that the Erskines had been in his life. But now she didn't have the luxury of having her husband beside her.
So, Steve gave her an out, "I won't be upset if you just want to go home and relax a little."
"Thank you," Greta let out a breath of relief. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," Steve assured. Suggesting, instead, "We can have lunch sometime, alright."
Nodding, Greta leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Bidding her farewell, Steve walked her to the door. He loved Greta and he knew that she loved him too. Greta not wanting to be around a lot of people didn't mean that she didn't, nor did it mean that Steve was going to stop loving her for not wanting to stay. Kissing each other's cheeks, Steve closed the door behind her.
By himself in the hallway, Steve opened the bag and looked at the soft books and a stuffed rabbit who came as a reading buddy. Steve's eyes grew wet again as he thought about the late author. Always wanting kids to be creative and curious, that was Abraham. Perhaps he wanted everyone like that since not all of the gifts were for his wombmate. No, there was an old, distressed book that claimed, Mysteries, Magic, and Mayhem: The Truth of Stark Tower.
I wrote this at my brother's and using his wife's laptop since I left mine at home, lol. So say thank you to my brother and sister-in-law!
I hope you're doing well wherever you are!
Much love and appreciation
Minnie ❤️❤️❤️
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
diavelsusie
ミチバタニク
ghost419
Desert Ghost
loveofmusic-lyrics
Love of Lyrics
baracimil
Untitled
daveolivetti
Dave O