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mediacircuspod · 9 months

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Okay so I know that we’re all upset at Aziraphale for this because of very obvious reasons. But can we take a minute to really look at where exactly he’s coming from? Because we only have Crowley’s perspective on the fall because we’ve only ever seen Crowley talk about it before. At least in his vague but colorful ways. Ex; Sauntering vaguely downwards, boiling pool of sulfur, etc.

But this season we get a little bit more on what Aziraphale thinks about Crowley becoming a demon.

And well. Aziraphale thinks that it was a mistake. More below the cut…

Full stop. Aziraphale thinks heaven was wrong about Crowley. He thinks God was wrong about Crowley. We see this in a few key scenes in both Seasons.

Let’s go Chronologically.

Job. Because I’ll never stop talking about the Job minisode. When Aziraphale’s caution is ignored in heaven, he goes to convince Crowley to stop and ignore the will of Heaven and Hell. (He doesn’t take into account that if Crowley doesn’t do the killing, another entity undoubtedly will.)

It’s the “I know you” and “I know [who] you were.” It’s the “I don’t think you want to do this.”

He had faith, even then, that Crowley would do what was right.

It’s the absolute and joyful giddiness of finding out that he’s right. That Crowley saved the goats, and probably the other creatures. That Crowley is going in that very beautiful house in order to save the children.

It’s the tragedy of Jemimah asking if Crowley is a demon and Aziraphale answering “Technically”. Crowley answers too, and he knows that there’s nothing technical about his state of being.

It’s the “you’re a little bit on our side”. And for all that Crowley denies, denies, and denies—Aziraphale doesn’t actually hear him. He hears “Yes. But I’m not an angel though, am I?” Aziraphale interprets, “I’m on my side” as “I’m not permitted to be on heaven’s side”.

In Rome, he extends Crowley an invitation to eat with him. He forgets himself. Tempting is Crowley’s job. He has to remind himself that Crowley is a demon, even if he’s a good person.

When they meet to watch one of Shakespeare’s gloomy ones, he looks to Crowley to do him a favor, and Crowley does. Without fuss. Just to see Aziraphale happy. Aziraphale smiles at this with familiar excitement. And a knowing look. (I want to shake him and screech, “Being good is not the same as being Good”)

Scotland. Crowley does a very good thing in this minisode, and he faces a very serious punishment for doing that good thing. Aziraphale can do nothing because Crowley is a demon who is good. And that is not a virtue in Hell, and the angel is confronted with the fact that Hell is not safe for Crowley. That hell will never be safe for Crowley, and we begin to see Aziraphale seriously worry about the arrangement and what it could mean for Crowley from this moment on.

And then we see a lot of Crowley saving Aziraphale from various scrapes and bad situations. We see Aziraphale refusing to give Crowley access to dangerous materials and then giving in so he doesn’t fall into more danger.

Aziraphale not only wants Crowley safe, he wants Crowley saved.

And at the end of season 1 and the majority of Season 2, Aziraphale embraces who he and Crowley are together. And he’s genuinely joyful about it, even with an undercurrent of sorrow he feels from being disconnected from heaven. We get hints of this throughout the second season… “You need to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop” “I can’t report to heaven anymore” “I’m afraid I’m out of miracles right now”.

This is the whole point; he never stops wanting to be good. And he never stops believing in Crowley’s goodness, either. Maybe even more than his own. (Aziraphale has to convince himself of his own righteousness almost as much as he has had to convince himself of Crowley’s evilness.)

And this brings us back to THE SCENE. Because right before Aziraphale makes his offer to Crowley. The Metatron has to make the offer to Aziraphale. And The Metatron plays Aziraphale like a fiddle.

The Metatron plays his cards exactly as he should right from the beginning, with ordering Aziraphale a coffee and making him drink it. It’s a subtextual threat, and Aziraphale probably doesn’t realize it, but Nina’s coffee shop is called “Give me coffee or give me death”. The coffee doubles as a gift from the Metatron to endear himself to Aziraphale and also as a signal to the audience that this guy is a very big deal, as well as a very big threat.

And then the Metatron separates our two entities from one another. Crowley has always given Aziraphale more courage when it comes to defiance, so Metatron invites Aziraphale away from the safety of his home(both the bookshop AND Crowley).

And then. And this is the Kicker.

The Metatron apologizes.

Not in the usual way humans do, but in the way that Crowley and Aziraphale do. By saying, I was wrong. You were right.

The Metatron praises Aziraphale. We were wrong about you.

The Metatron says that the only candidate for Supreme Archangel is him. You are heavenly.

The Metatron offers Aziraphale a way to bring Crowley with him. To bring Crowley back. We were wrong about Crowley.

Aziraphale looks at the Metatron in the face as the voice of God says Crowley’s fall was a mistake, and you can make it right. (The Metatron doesn’t actually say that in those words, but they ARE the words Aziraphale hears.)

So of course he’s excited to tell Crowley. Surely Crowley knows that his fall was a mistake too. Surely this is excellent news. The best news they’ve been given in a while. They were right after all. They can fix it. Together.

But then Crowley says no. And just as much as we think Aziraphale rejected Crowley—which of course, yes, he did—Crowley rejected Aziraphale too. And Aziraphale doesn’t understand why.

(And Holy Crap Aziraphale IS WRONG. Okay he’s wrong and it’s crazy, but I can follow the line right from before the beginning. Neil Gaiman and company, you are absolutely fantastic writers, I love how wrong they both are, and I love how wonderful they’re both trying to be, this was an incredible season.)

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niallsgoldhoop · 30 days

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sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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cozage · 4 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 23: Uncertainty

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You woke in a strange, metal room. It was sterile, as a hospital room should be, but there was something…comforting about it. Small touches of decor, such as the framed comic books and patterned bedspread made you feel slightly more at ease about your surroundings.

But that didn’t mean you wanted to hang around for long. You had to find Ace and Luffy.

To your dismay, the door was locked. While that normally would’ve sent you into a panic, you could hear Jinbe softly snoring right outside. You were guarded by someone your father respected. That gave you some comfort in this insane situation.

So you tried to rest. But you just ended up tossing and turning, waiting desperately for anyone to give you news. To tell you that you weren’t alone. A soft click of the lock had you sitting upright, desperately needing information.

“I’m surprised you’re awake,” the doctor said as he walked in the door. “You need rest.”

“What-”

“The baby is fine.” He sat down in a chair next to your bed, the color drained from his face. “We had to do a few surgeries, but everything is okay now. Honestly, I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I have some guesses, but we’ve never seen a baby survive that long with direct contact of a devil fruit ability like yours before. It’s unheard of. But your child will make a full recovery, as long as you don’t use your powers for the rest of the pregnancy.” He gave you a slight scowl, trying to reinforce the importance of his words.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your child was fine. Whether it was divine intervention or some other strange cause, you hadn’t lost the baby. No more devil fruit powers for the next few months, but you had anticipated that obstacle anyway.

You almost felt relieved. Almost.

“How are Ace and Luffy?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Strawhat-ya is stable. How are you feeling?”

“How’s Ace?” You asked, fiddling with your bracelet to avoid eye-contact. He was avoiding your question, which meant it had to be bad.

“We’re monitoring him closely,” the man said, caution in his voice. “He’s got some severe burns across his back that are causing some nerve damage, but he will be fine in a few days.”

Your heart quickened at the uncertainty of his words, which was picked up on the monitor connected to you. Your brain was already running through scenarios, trying to find the best outcome.

“We should get to Marco,” you whispered, thinking out loud. “He could help.”

The doctor's eye twitched. “If you don’t think my assistance is satisfactory, you can leave.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you rushed to correct yourself. “He just has a devil fruit that can magically heal people.”

“Ah,” the man seemed to relax a bit. “The Phoenix guy, right? I saw him on the battlefield. A division commander for the Whitebeard Pirates.”

“That’s him,” you said, nodding. You didn’t even know if he was still alive or not. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. You didn’t know anything about the outside world.

He cleared his throat, watching you closely. “You are a part of that crew, right?”

You nodded again. Was it still a crew if your captain was dead? You weren’t sure. You pushed down the grief that came with that thought. You couldn’t bear it yet.

“I’ll get my guys to figure out which way they headed,” the man said. “We’ll try to get everyone back together with their crew. But you need to rest now. Don’t worry too much, we’re doing everything we can and it’s bad for the baby. Just rest for a few days and I’ll handle what you need.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Your cheeks were wet and you realized you were crying again. You quickly wiped your eyes, trying to get a hold of your emotions. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Trafalgar,” he said. “Trafalgar Law.”

Your eyes darted over to him. You knew that name. You had heard it on two separate occasions before this. And now he was sitting in front of you.

“I know you.” The words were out of your mouth before you realized what you had said.

Trafalgar Law’s eyes narrowed at you, trying to decipher your words. “How’s that?”

You couldn’t tell him the whole truth. You’d only make him more uneasy. So you picked the explanation that was simpler. One that would continue to keep him as an ally.

“I read a Marine report about you a few months ago. Sounds like you stirred up trouble in the North Blue for a while before coming here.”

He gave you a devious smirk, but you could see his body relax at the information. Being from Flevance, you couldn’t imagine what this man had seen over his lifetime. No wonder he was skeptical of people who knew of him.

“Get some rest,” he said, getting up from his chair. “I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you, hopefully with some information about your crew.”

“Can I see Ace?” You dared to ask.

Law froze. “I don’t think it’s a good idea at the moment.”

“But-“

“Just stay put,” he said, finality in his voice.

“Are you going to lock my door again?” You could pick the lock or break the door down if you needed to, but you’d like to avoid that. You didn’t think the captain would like it if you started rampaging through his ship.

He sighed. “I’ll keep it unlocked for your comfort. But don’t wander. This place is a maze. I’ll let you know when you can see the others.”

He shut the door without another word, leaving you with more questions than answers.

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You couldn’t sleep.

You were completely fine. Your baby was healthy, by some strange miracle. But you had no idea how Ace or Luffy were doing.

And it drove you insane.

The soft snores coming outside of your room indicated that Jinbe was asleep. If you could sneak past him, you could try and find Ace or Luffy. And then they wouldn’t feel so alone.

And neither would you.

The door opened smoothly and silently, and you quietly stepped over Jinbe as you made your way down the hall.

It was cold in this metal ship, and you resisted the subconscious urge to use your powers and heat yourself back up. There were no windows in the ship either, so you had no idea what time of day it was, or where you were at.

It was almost claustrophobic if you thought about it too long, so you moved your mind away from the ship you were in and focused on the boys you needed to find. They had to be around here somewhere.

The halls were silent except for the light patter of your feet as you moved, randomly picking different hallways to turn down. You’d pause occasionally at the sound of laughter echoing through the ship, but it always sounded distant.

“How big is this damn boat?” you whispered to yourself, weaving and turning. You could’ve sworn you had been down this hallway before, but they all looked the same.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.

You quickly turned your head to find a knife pointed at your throat.

You were pretty sure he was glaring at you. Though it was hard to tell, since he had sunglasses and a hat on.

“I’m looking for Portgas D. Ace,” you said, taking a step back.

He pushed his knife closer to your throat. “That’s not what I asked.”

You rolled your eyes and in a flash, you grabbed his wrist and quickly disarmed him. You took the knife and handed it back to him, and then began walking away.

“Hey!” he shouted, running after you. “You’re the Newgate girl, aren’t you!?”

“You shouldn’t run with knives,” you hollered back, trying to walk faster. You had to find Ace. You couldn’t waste your time on this strange man.

“Hey!” You saw a flash of burnt auburn hair under his hood as he darted in front of you again. “Captain said you can’t see them yet. They’re still in critical condition.”

You scowled. “Law told me they were stable.”

“Errrr-” The man looked around, but there was nobody to help him. “They’re mostly stable.”

“Mostly?”

“Let me just take you back to your room. I’m sure you can see them in the morning.” He held his hand out, trying to usher you back the way you came. “I’m Shachi.”

You pushed past him, ignoring his words. You needed to see them. Both of them. Now.

“Hey! Gods, you’re stubborn!” Shachi ran back in front of you trying to block your path again.

This was getting too tedious. You closed your eyes, trying to think about how you had used your observation haki so well earlier during the battle. You calmed your racing thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Letting your mind flow, reaching tendrils out to find Ace.

Two hallways down, a right, and then a left. Ace was in the room on the left, Luffy on the right. You were close. You drew a mental map, making sure you wouldn’t forget.

“Are you okay?” Shachi asked, so close you could feel his breath on you.

You pushed past him and sprinted. You ran down two hallways and took a right. You were close. Just one more-

A familiar blue hue enveloped you, and you were teleported into a strange room. It looked like an office. And at the desk sat Trafalgar Law, reading a book.

“I told you to stay in your room.” He looked at you, exhausted and disappointed. “Are you a child? Do I need to lock your door again to ensure you don’t leave?”

He reminded you of Marco. In the worst ways.

“Am I a prisoner?” you demanded, clenching your fists in case you needed to swing.

“No,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean you can wander around my ship freely.”

You frowned. “I want to see Ace.”

“And I told you that’s a bad idea right now.” He sighed, putting his book down.

You were about to start arguing, but he continued speaking. “If you want to see him, just know I tried to warn you.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, and you wondered if it was worth it to see him in pain. If he died, and this was the last time you saw him…

No, Ace promised he wouldn’t die before you. He would make a full recovery. He was strong. He was powerful. He wouldn’t die from a little bit of lava. He wouldn’t have chosen you if that were the case.

Law stood to his feet and walked to the door, and you silently followed him. He weaved in and out of hallways expertly, until he stood in front of a door.

“Are you sure?” he asked, standing in front of the window. You could hear the sounds of machines methodically beeping and whirring, and your heart felt like it was in your throat.

You could only nod, too scared to speak.

He opened the door and you saw the love of your life, hooked up to machines through a mess of wires and tubes.

You carefully walked over to him, afraid you’d startle him.

“He’s in a coma,” Law said. “You can’t wake him up. You don’t need to be quiet.”

But you still tiptoed around him as you examined him. His entire upper body was covered in bandages, but you could smell the stench of burnt flesh. It made you nauseous just looking at his broken body, and you had to resist the urge to find the nearest trash can.

“When will he wake up?” you asked, looking at Law. You couldn’t keep the fear out of your eyes, you didn’t even bother to hide it.

He took pity on you, thankfully. “Hopefully tomorrow. He needs rest. He needs to decide for himself to survive.”

“And Luffy?” you asked, looking at the room across the hall.

“He’s in the same boat. Ace’s back took most of the damage, but Luffy still got a decent amount of damage across his chest.”

“Can I sit here for a bit?” you asked, looking back to Ace. You could barely tell it was him, and it made you want to weep just seeing him so broken.

“Sure,” Law said. “I’ll have Shachi put up indicators to get back to your room.”

You nodded. Tears were pooling in your eyes, and you knew if you spoke anymore, you would lose your composure.

You waited until Law closed the door before you broke down. Your sobs and gasps for air filled the room, mixing with the artificial sounds of beeps and monotone sounds.

“You promised,” you whispered, grabbing his hand lightly and interlocking your fingers. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me. So please. Don’t leave me here alone. I can’t bear it, Ace. I can’t do it by myself.”

He didn’t answer, of course. You didn’t expect him to. Instead, you held his hand and rested your head on his mattress.

Maybe Law was right. Maybe he would wake up tomorrow, right alongside you. And all would be right with the world again. Maybe.

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elvensorceress · 3 months

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Tuesday Tease 😘

tagged by the amazing @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley 💕 tagging (if you are so inclined) @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @heartshapedvows @wh0re-behavi0r @wikiangela @ronordmann @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @astronaut-karenwilson @eddiescowboy @hoodie-buck @gayedmundodiaz @911onabc @transboybuckley 💕 have some of the boys getting ready for their date yes I dressed them up like poker date night shhh

Buck emerges from the bathroom in a dark button down, slender trousers perfectly tailored to his muscular thighs and long legs, and a dark, deep red velvet blazer Eddie swears he’s never seen before even just hanging in their closet. It’s possible Buck ran out and bought it while he was out, but maybe Eddie just doesn’t remember it.

God, he would have to remember it though. Buck is breathtaking. Warm colors always look so good on him. Anything looks good on him. He’s gorgeous and looks soft to touch and Eddie has half a mind to forget going out to dinner and just nestle down on top of Buck and never do anything else.

Buck gestures to himself and does a spin in the middle of their bedroom so Eddie gets the full rotation affect of every bit of soft crimson velvet and form fitting pants covering generous muscles. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

Eddie thinks he’s never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s thinks he’s never felt so happy or so lucky. He also thinks all the clothes can go back in the closet so they can have each other right now and then Eddie doesn’t have to pick anything to wear because who needs that. “You look beautiful,” he answers and it sounds as breathless and full of awe as he feels. “Handsome. You’re— you’re so beautiful.”

Buck smiles like no one's ever told him as much and Eddie just wants to kiss him everywhere and never stop. “Okay, well," Buck says and ducks his head in that cute way Eddie loves. "You have to stop looking at me like that because it will make all of this come right off.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Because—” Eddie undoes the buttons on his own gray dress shirt that he’d tried on and definitely doesn’t like anymore. He tosses the shirt to the side so he’s naked from the waist up and quirks an eyebrow in challenge.

Buck actually, literally brings a hand to his face and bites his fist before pointing accusingly at Eddie and backing up toward the door. “No! No, no, we are going on a date. I am taking you on a date first and there will be clothes on, there will be no— naked? Nothing naked? Nothing naked until we’ve at least had dinner. We have a date to go on. Okay? Okay. Now we’re clear. You get dressed and I will be waiting out front. All the way dressed. No sexy abs and perfect pecs, no pretty nipples. Always shirt and pants on. We are having dinner first. Dinner,” he says with one more stern pointing before he disappears around the corner, presumably out into the living room.

Eddie snickers to himself because it’s a little too easy and a little too fun to mess with Buck like this. He's far too adorable. Especially when he's flustered.

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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We’re All Weird Here

“Bones are body horror,” the tentacle alien told me. “Not that I would volunteer such information, mind you, but you did ask.”

“I did,” I agreed, lifting another crate. “That’s really funny, honestly. What about them is disturbing?”

Mur twisted his blue-black tentacles in a way that looked anxious. “Just the idea of something rigid, inside your flesh,” he said with a wiggly shudder. “No matter how you move, it won’t move with you. Like your own body is fighting back.” He wrapped his tentacles around a crate. “I’ve had nightmares about stiffness like that.”

“Wow,” I said as I set my crate on top of the others. “I’m sorry to hear that? All I can tell you is that bones aren’t an enemy to us; they’re something dependable and strong that hold us up and make everything possible.”

Mur shoved his crate into place. “I suppose you’d need a positive relationship with your own disturbing parts,” he said with a twitch of his hind tentacles that was probably the equivalent of shaking his head. Since a Strongarm’s pointy squid-head was the majority of their body, they didn’t seem to go in for human-style nods.

“Well sure, same as you,” I said, checking the hovercart for more crates. “You know most humans find tentacles creepy, right?”

“I have heard,” he said with a smug little smile.

No nods, but yes smiles. With a mouth in the right place, even. I was privately glad that he had a mouth on the front of his head, instead of hidden among his tentacles like an Earth cephalopod. I was debating whether to tell him that when a crewmate of an entirely different body type walked in on clicking feet.

I pointed at him. “What about exoskeletons?” I asked Mur.

Zhee stopped beside the cart. “What about exoskeletons?” he demanded. He struck a pose out of an intergalactic fashion show, letting the ship’s lights play on his vivid purple carapace while he snapped his pincher arms. “Are you squishies jealous?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Mur told him before turning to me. “Exoskeletons are different from bones. They’re like an exo-suit: a protective case for the natural softness.”

Zhee held the pose. “A glorious one.”

“Yes, Zhee. You’re very pretty.” Mur sounded more than a little patronizing, but Zhee didn’t seem to mind.

“That is the proper amount of respect,” the bug alien said. He relaxed to grasp the cart handles with his pinchers, and towed it out of the room. “I will return with more freeze-dried foodstuffs. Make sure you tie those crates down.”

“Yeah, we’ve got it,” Mur told him. “Make sure you get the right ones; two of the three shipments look similar.”

“This is obvious to one with such excellent color vision as myself.”

Mur made the little popping noises that pass for laughter, and turned toward the adjustable netting. He threw one end to me.

We spent the next few minutes fastening things down to industry standards, which still seemed a little excessive. I’d never seen the ship’s antigravity fail yet, but I supposed meteor impacts were possible. Some of those buggers were much faster than I’d ever expected before I got into space.

“We’re going to need a replacement for this one,” Mur said, fingering a hole in one net. (Does it count as “fingering” if he used a tentacle-tip? “Tentacling” just doesn’t sound right.) He set it aside near the door.

“Do we have enough for now?” I asked.

“Yeah, probably,” he said. “We just can’t forget on the next restocking trip. Hey Paint!” he called after someone who’d just passed the doorway.

“Paint,” she said, replying with her own name where I would have said “Yes?” or “What?” Her full name was Painted Sunset, but since that sounded way too much like the captain’s name, Piercing Sunlight, she just stuck to Paint. She poked her snout of mottled orange scales around the doorframe, all polite curiosity.

“Can you put another net on the shopping list?” Mur asked.

“Big or small?”

“Big please.”

“Got it. One question for you.”

“What’s that?” Mur asked.

Paint spun to stick her tail out into the doorway. She had something taped to it — a stapler? Whatever it was, it clacked like a tiny crocodile when she moved. “Have you seen any tasty fish around here?” she said in a growly voice. “Rawr!”

With a long-suffering sigh, Mur told her, “No, but there are probably some in the kitchen.”

“Thanks!” Paint spun again and stuck her head out. “Was it scary? I think it needs eyes to be really scary.”

Mur sighed.

“That was good!” I said. “Eyes would be better. Hey, do you have access to googly eyes out here? The little sticky ones?”

“No, what are those?” Paint asked, walking into the room. “They sound fun.”

“They are!” I told her. “I used to like putting two on my hand and making a little face, like this.” I demonstrated, wrapping a forefinger around my thumb and moving both together like a talking mouth. “‘Hello! I don’t have teef.’”

Paint thought this was the best thing ever, and despite Mur’s eye-rolling maturity, he couldn’t take his eyes off the display.

“That is unsettlingly convincing,” he admitted. “Even without eyes. If I saw that sneak around a corner and start talking to me, I’d believe we had a stowaway of a species I’d never seen before.” He pointed three tentacles at my face. “Do NOT do that as a prank, or I’ll throw your shoes out the airlock. I know you treasure those.”

“It’s not that I treasure them,” I said. “The floor is just cold without them, and I could step on something sharp.”

“Yeah, so? That’s life,” the squidlike alien said. “You don’t see me wearing an exo-suit about the ship just because the floor is cold.”

“Hey, do that hand thing one more time,” Paint said. “I think I’ve almost got it.” Her scaly orange fingers were too short to manage the same effect, but she was trying.

“More crates,” announced Zhee from the hallway. “Make some emptiness.”

The three of us moved aside for him to direct the hovercart into place. Paint gushed about the hand thing.

“It looks so convincing! I can’t do it right. Show him!”

I did, feeling a bit silly in front of his unblinking, massive eyes. His antennae held still, making his expression hard to read. “‘Hello,’” I said. “‘I’m a mouth.’”

“That’s not a mouth,” he declared.

Before I could say yeah, that’s the point, he stepped back from the cart. With a flourish, he tucked his head low against his shoulders and bent his pincher arms into a terrifying facsimile of a gaping jaw, lined with teeth.

Paint squeaked. Mur slapped a tentacle against the floor.

“Wow,” I said. “Yeah, googly eyes have nothing on that.”

Mur pointed at him. “I see you also have a potential prank that you should not pull.”

At the same time, Paint exclaimed, “You have to show Sunlight!”

Mur gave her a look. “Do not terrify the captain.”

“No no, she’ll love it.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s busy.”

Paint rubbed her chin as Zhee resumed a normal posture. “It wouldn’t take long, but yeah, she’s busy. Dinnertime? Oh, and you have to show off your thing too!” she said, pointing at me.

Mur started to naysay, but I said, “Oh, like a talent show?”

“I have all of the talent,” Zhee announced.

Paint was delighted. Mur waved his tentacles about and went back to work, while Zhee launched into a story of the time he scared off a predator with the “false jaws” trick.

“Come on, let’s tell everybody else about the talent show!” Paint said. “This’ll be great!” She waved for Zhee to follow her, and he went, still talking.

Mur grumbled. “Dinner is going to be interesting. I hope it doesn’t put anyone off their food.”

“I’ll try not to do anything bone-related,” I said.

“I appreciate the restraint.”

After a moment of handling crates, I asked, “Did you know our blood is made inside our bones?”

“Oh, that is so much worse! I may just get sick ahead of time.”

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More fun and games with backstory for the book. Not as much action this time, but some very important conversation.

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rongzhi · 2 years

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A reflection on a dorm manager auntie.

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That day when I was looking in the mirror in the lobby of the dorm, when I looked back, I saw the dorm manager a-yi (auntie), smiling and waving hello at me. I was amazed at how she could recognise me, and she astutely asked me, ”Aren’t you about to graduate?”

I followed A-yi into her small room, which was simple and sparsely furnished. There was only a bed, a person, and a table.

A-yi has already been working here for 11 years. The only thing she does is watch each girl walk by through the window.

She said that some kids will enthusiastically say “Hello, A-yi!”, and some kids will skip over and gift her some snacks or a drink. But I know that most girls are like me, walking forward in a hurry, rarely remembering the appearance of the old person always sitting in the dorm lobby.

A-yi said that when I was a freshman, I didn’t look like this, that this year as a senior, I seem to have lost a lot more weight.

It turns out in four years, she has seen me walk by to the stairwell corner countless times. But I have never once turned back to ask her a “how are you?”.

A-yi refuses to go back home and enjoy retirement. That is how much she enjoys this work of hers. She will lock the dorm and turn off the lights on time, and then day after day sit at this window, surveying the outside.

Perhaps it’s because the girls full of youthful spirit remind her of when she was young. Or perhaps on our persons, there is hidden all of the dreams and distant places that she yearns for.

In short, her head is covered in the frost of her years, but her gaze is affectionate, like warmth that has entered a pot of soft moonlight.

A-yi said, “Remember when you first arrived, skipping and jumping around as freshman? Time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, it’s already time to take the luggage and leave school.”

The sound of her voice began to get choked up, showing that she knows she is getting older and her health is declining. Every year around this time, she can’t have but feel sad.

That’s right… We’ve been with you morning and night for four years. How can there not be nostalgia when it’s time to part? Your frail body has guarded over countless nights of our youth. Our youth has become all the scenes and colors of your narrow world.

When I said I wanted to write an article for A-yi, she was somewhat evasive toward the camera lens. She repeatedly said, “A-yi doesn’t look good. What then?”

But A-yi, your bright and beautiful smiles is your most touching makeup. Your enthusiasm is better than the most splendid attire in the world. You radiate light from the little square window you sit behind, the most beautiful little girl in the entire dormitory.

A-yi very earnestly asked me, “Later when A-yi gives [your video] a like, will you be able to see it?”

I blurted out, “Of course!”

Because I know that the her that is watching this video behind her screen at this very moment will have very carefully pressed the heart to the right, before opening the comment section to see how many people are complimenting her.

I say my dorm A-yi is the prettiest girl in the world. Don’t you all agree?

English added by me :)

#douyin #video #tiktok #chinese life

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amara-among-the-stars · 4 months

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Ifrit to the rescue.

Aka Dew finds himself in a bit of a situation and Ifrit helps.

Ifrit was ready to strangle someone. Mostly the weather newscasters.

If… He was allowed to. Mother fuckers said it wasn’t going to snow, yet here he was having to help the others keep the Abbey warmed since it was a blizzard out there.

His packmates whined a bit, complaining about the weather. But Ifrit loved that fact that because of the cold weather, it always ended up in a giant pile or small piles in rooms. The one who complained the most about the cold was Dewdrop the new lithe water ghoul. He did not bode well with the coldness at all and this was Dew’s first winter topside. Ifrit thought it was kind of cute… To a point. He mostly liked it when Dewdrop fluttered those long eyelashes and begged Ifrit to warm him up from the inside instead of just cuddling. The shorter water ghoul looked better spread out around his cock anyways.

Speaking of the little water ghoul, Ifrit needed to find Dewdrop anyway; the little shithead was nowhere to be found and Ifrit knew he took off with his favorite maroon colored hoodie at some point during the week and he wanted it back. Ifrit also knew Dewdrop had gone outside at some point with Alpha and Mist, since Dewdrop was Mist’s little shadow despite Alpha telling him not to go outside in the blizzard now turned into a soft snow fall.

Anyways. Thats besides the point. Right now Ifrit wants his hoodie back and cuddles from the short as fuck ghoul. And maybe to get his dick wet if Dewdrop was up to fooling around.

Noticing Aether was in the kitchen as Ifrit walked in, Ifrit grinned and slid up behind Aether.

“Aether?” Ifrit asked, pressing himself against his packmates back and nosing against his neck, laying a chaste kiss to said ghoul’s cheek now. Aether let out a surprised chirp at the presence of Ifrit; not that the quint ghoul was complaining as he adored the beefier fire ghoul.

“Yeah Firebug?” He asked.

“Where is our precious kelp head?” Ifrit questioned back, nosing against Aether’s pulse point on his neck.

“Our lovely little spitfire is in Mountain’s room with Zephyr and Mounty. Good luck stealing him away from those two, the three of them dashed in there pretty quickly.” Aether replied, stepping out of Ifrit’s grip. The larger fire ghoul huffed, pressing a chaste kiss on Aether’s lips before making his way to Mountain’s room. Sure enough as Ifrit stood in front of the door he could hear Dew’s high pitched moan along with grunting. Sighing, Ifrit decided to open the door anyways, expecting to see the three of them in the throes of passion; however the sight before him was one he didn’t expect to see. Ifrit assumed the trio were fucking by the sounds of the noises. No, instead Mountain and Zephyr were trying to get Dew’s tongue… unstuck from a large icicle that was already starting to melt.

“Uhh… What the fuck happened?” Ifrit asked as he shut the door and walked up to the trio.

Dew whined some more, flailing his hands about, wildly gesturing to the icicle as he spoke despite it being muffled by the icicle.

Zephyr cackled as he rubbed Dewdrop’s shoulder while Mountain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Alpha and Mist dared Dewdrop to lick an icicle since he’s never seen one before as this is his first full winter topside. We’ve been trying to get him unstuck for a while. Care to help?” Mountain explained. Ifrit winced.

His poor partner had tears welling up and spilling down his cheeks as he made grabby hands towards him.

“Yeah. I can help Dewy out, lemme sit on the chair though and you can sit on my lap okay?” Ifrit suggested. Dew nodded and let Mountain pick up the shorter ghoul, letting Ifrit settle before plopping him onto Ifrit’s lap.

“Mounty? Can you get some towels? I'm going to melt the icicle down a bit and see if it works that way,” Ifrit instructed.

“On it boss.” Mountain replied and set to work. Ifrit warmed up his hands and started tracing around the icicle lightly, careful to avoid Dew’s tongue so he wouldn’t shock him or burn him as Mountain came back with towels.

“Drape one over his chest and one around his shoulders.” Ifrit stated.

Mountain hummed and did so, stepping back and sitting on his bed next to Zephyr as Ifrit worked his magic. Zephyr cuddled up to Mountain, waiting so he could pounce on their water ghoul and pepper him with kisses and cuddles. Zephyr could tell the poor thing was starting to shiver as the cold water dripped down the towel and soaked Dewdrop’s shirt.

“It’ll be okay Waterbug. Iffie is almost done and then we can change into comfy clothes and have a nice cuddle pile.” Zephyr soothed. Dewdrop flashes his bright blue eyes almost like a sad cat and reaches out for either Zephyr or Mountain and made grabby hands. Mountain scooched so he was at the edge of the best and grasps Dew’s trembling hand; pressing a kiss to it.

“You’re being very brave Waterlily. So proud of you.” Mountain whispers, leaning over to press a kiss to Dew’s forehead.

Soon the icicle was gone and both Ifrit and Dew were … soaked to say the least, Dew shivering and whining until Ifrit pulled his hand away.

Dew thanked him by turning around and shoving his face into Ifrit’s chest and trembling, hiding his tears.

Mountain and Zephyr moved closer to gently rub Dewdrop’s back and soothe his worries.

“You did a good job Waterfall. But please, never do that again. I kind of like your pretty talented tongue.” Ifrit cooed, gently stroking Dew’s silvery locks. The smaller ghoul huffed and looked up at him, face still semi buried in Ifrit’s chest.

“Promith. Ith hurth. Cuddthes. Now.” Dew slurred out, slow blinking up at Ifrit.

“Yeah baby boy. We can cuddle you. I'm sure Mountain has a hoodie you can borrow for now.” Ifrit spoke. Mountain nodded and grabbed a … maroon hoodie. The exact hoodie Ifrit was looking for earlier.

“Thief. I thought Dewy snagged it.” Ifrit joked as he undressed Dewdrop and helped him into the hoodie. The water ghoul wiggled his way into the middle of the bed and wrapped his tail around Zephyr’s ankle and was rubbing his head against Mountain’s shoulder, his crackly rumbly purr emitting from the shorter ghoul.

“Heh. He did… Originally, but I stole it from him. Now, get in the nest, you space heater.” Mountain called out from his bed.

Ifrit laughed and stripped down to his boxers and crawled next to Dewdrop, making the smaller ghoul yelp as Ifrit tugged him closer to his chest and adjusted Zephyr so the air ghoul was now against Mountain. Dew whined as his tail ended up being unwrapped from Zephyrs ankle.

“Zethhh nooo. Cmere.” Dewdrop mumbled out. Zephyr hushed the water ghoul, wrapping his tail against Dew’s cold ankle.

“Drama king, its alright. Don’t speak for a while, your tongue is still swollen Love.” Zephyr spoke. Dew huffed and crossed his arms but wrapped his own tail back around Zephyr’s ankle and settled against Ifrit’s chest, gently kneading on Mountain’s stomach. Dew had to make sure he had some point of contact between his three partners as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Nap time then. Just to warm up our cold little princess and to make sure he doesn’t go around licking random things then.” Ifrit joked.

“I mean, Alpha did give him 20 bucks for the dare, since he said Dewdrop wouldn’t do it. But yes. No more licking random shit Dewy.” Mountain replied. Dew twitches his ears in response and lets out a rumble.

“Can we be quiet and nap now? Dew’s already passed out and Id like to join him.” Zephyr huffed out, nuzzling against the back of Mountain’s neck.

“Okay okay. Closing our eyes now. Calm down grumpy pants. Sathanas.” Ifrit teased as Mountain rolled his eyes at his partners.

The foursome fell into a nice deep sleep, nice and warm. And Dewdrop learnt his lesson as to never lick an icicle again.

#amara writes #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #zephyr ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fanfic #ficlets

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THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR FREEDOM

AKA Analysis of Crosshair in The Tipping Point

This may sound like a strange claim to be making about Crosshair in S2 E14. (SPOILERS BELOW IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS EPISODE YET).

Crosshair is imprisoned this entire episode. Tied down. Tortured. Unable to move. And yet I was almost speechless at how he is rendered, in both his facial expressions and his choices. As strange as it sounds to say, I think Crosshair is at peace in this episode. This man is finally, fully HIMSELF. It’s HIM. This is the REAL Crosshair, like we’ve never seen him before.

His face (and his eyes) are so OPEN. I don’t know how else to describe it. Prior to this, Crosshair had a variety of colorful facial expressions that he usually kept on him, ranging from sarcastic sneers, brows pulling together in worry, feigned disinterest, and downright rage. (I will be making a separate post on the expansive range of Crosshair’s expressions and how I think they signify what his real emotions are).

But here, we start with Crosshair in a prison cell, being roughly taken out of his confinement to another location. Normally I would expect Crosshair to have a very sour, disdainful look on his face as these TK troopers cuff him and haul him out. But he doesn’t. Yes there’s a bit of a raised eyebrow still, but his face is just calm. Open. Serious but not fraught with tension. (Also, shameless side note: this man looks so good in blue/gray/not black colors. They make him seem softer and more open, as well).

Not only that, but he gazes around him, eyes moving side to side, paying attention to the other prison cells (maybe even looking to see if there was someone he knew also being held there?), even getting himself in trouble for taking an interest in those around him. Crosshair, who has always held himself separate and apart, has always pretended to look away even when he was listening. He is present, even in the midst of a horrible situation.

I was reminded of the end shot in The Solitary Clone, and the parallels of him walking freely down the hallway as an imperial there, and a prisoner here. But in the first one he’s actually a prisoner inside himself, while in the second, he might be held captive on the outside, but he’s free on the inside.

Even to Emerie and Hemlock, Crosshair remains surprisingly mild and level in his responses. May I remind you what this man’s face has looked like earlier in his story when dealing with people in power over him - and when being tasked to give up his family.

But instead he simply gazes at them calmly–suspicious, but clear-headed. He is in possession of his self esteem and purpose once again, and he doesn’t need to put on a front of superiority or fury in order to face the gaze of others.

And he knows immediately what the doctor wants. He obviously has no intention of giving up his brothers. His face and tone remain even, controlled. He still says “the kid” to Hemlock’s face, but there is no animosity in using those words. And we will see how that was no longer Crosshair’s real opinion of Omega.

On the flipside of this calmness, we have very rarely seen Crosshair fall apart from pain or fear in front of others. But this torture from Hemlock is excruciating, and as a result of Crosshair’s emotions being closer to the surface, his sensitivity to pain and fear and anguish are on full display as well.

He manages to escape the current torture, but his goal isn’t to save himself. In maybe the most important scene of this episode, Crosshair risks his life to warn and try to save his family, his brothers, his sister, with no regard for the consequences to himself. And yes, we almost got to hear him say “Omega” for the first time. Do we need any more proof that he cares? Crosshair is finally, truly, making the right decisions for the right reasons and he knows it. And that loyalty is going to help him bear whatever he has to bear to keep his family safe.

He is in so much pain and I hate it 😭

“Why suffer more?” Hemlock asks him. He is defiant, yes. But his “severe and unyielding nature,” his stubbornness and loyalty, his need to be accepted for who he is, are finally being put to the right purpose.

(Also, you cannot tell me this wasn't foreshadowing from The Solitary Clone.)

This is a man who loves and cares DEEPLY, who loves his family even after having had all trust severed on both sides, who would do anything to protect them, even if it means risking his own sanity and self. This man is at peace with his own actions - FINALLY. This is him. And that means so much to me.

I apologize now for the pain, but I am going to end by connecting this to a quote from Andor. Maarva’s last message to Cassian broke my heart and rebuilt it from the inside when I first heard it, and I realized that it could fully apply to Crosshair as well:

"Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes, and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him... I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong."

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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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THE BALLAD OF LOVE AND HATE - PT II

jedi master!suguru x f!princess reader. part of the jjk star wars au! we meet jedi knight gojo, pilot haibara makes an appearance, they are visiting corellia and something dangerous is brewing for pt III. wc 2.9k

divider thanks to @/saradika

PT. I

Taking a few steps down the landing ramp of your ship, you grin and squint in the harsh midday sun after being inside for so long. It doesn’t stop you from inhaling deeply, taking in the unique smells of Corellia as you look across the landing pad and spot him in an instant.

Suguru Geto - the man you met one year, eight four days, 7 hours ago. How you’ve managed to keep count since the fateful night of that party you can otherwise only barely recall is truly beyond your own understanding, the heart is a fickle mistress after all, but he stands with his hands clasped in front of him.

You’ve dreamt of him every night since, your mind taking things into its own hands with your intentional efforts to not think about him while the sun is up and light spills through your windows. You cannot, must not, think of him yet you do and even still you stop in your tracks as he approaches with another man at his side. Taller, hair shockingly white atop his head, and eyes the color of the sky. You aren’t particularly interested in his companion, though, instead offering a grin toward Suguru as they saunter your way.

The young Jedi clenches his fist, internally reminding himself to keep his emotions in check just as Master Yaga has instructed him to do more times than he can count. Be at peace, let the Force guide you, control your emotions.

He has never considered himself an incapable decision maker but something about you makes it more difficult for him to be reasonable - a realization he wasn’t expecting to rush to all at once. Attempting a centering breath, he ignores the glance being leveled his way by the man next to him and instead focuses on bowing in front of you.

“Your highness,” he croons and you feel your heartbeat stutter, blood rushing into your ears and making the tips of them warm. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

The man next to him appraises you, bowing slightly at the waist. Rising back to his full size, your eyes widen taking in how he stands head and shoulders above everyone around him but he looks younger than any of you. The curse of a youthful face, you suppose. Unfortunately you can relate, often being cooed at by the senators rather than being treated like the prodigal daughter your father has touted you to be.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” your voice sounds overly diplomatic and you try to reign it in, clearing your throat. Offering your name, he nods as if it sounds familiar enough.

The white haired man scoffs and looks you up and down.

“Better looking than your dad, that’s for sure. He is your dad, right?”

“Satoru, enou-“

Just as Suguru moves to nudge him with his shoulder, you laugh. It rises above the landing pad and to the sky and stars above, your head tipped back. Taking a breath, you shake your head.

“I’ll keep it to myself that you don’t find him the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’d be crushed if he knew otherwise.”

The man bows again, full and formal, and you consider him with each movement. He’s very different from his companion, lighter in a way you can’t quite put your finger on that doesn’t include the palette of his appearance. He feels less burdened by his responsibilities if you had to put a description to the air around the man.

“Satoru Gojo, Jedi Knight at your service.”

Your eyes widen with the news that he’s passed his trials given he appears to be around the same age as yourself and Geto and you sneak a quick peek at the dark haired man to see his braid still intact and resting over his shoulder. He hasn’t completed his trials just yet, something he’s terribly frustrated about even if he tries to hide it, but his Master insists that he needs more time to gain precious dominion over his emotions.

“Lovely to meet you, Satoru.”

Curtsying politely, Satoru stifles a giggle watching the formal gesture but you’re able to seamlessly return to business, your trusted pilot approaching from behind with his helmet tucked beneath his arm and his dark hair mussed across his forehead.

“This is Yu Haibara, I believe you may have met him before.”

The men nod in unison, the three of them having recently been paired up on a mission to escort your father back to Coruscant from Naboo. You grin brightly knowing that they’ve already been acquainted and move to sing Yu’s praises as he joins your side, bowing his head in the direction of the men.

“He is the best pilot in the entire system and we are fortunate to have him on our journey.”

Not for the first time in his life but for the first time since Satoru earned the rank of Knight, Suguru feels jealousy sear through his consciousness listening to you continue to dote on the pilot, describing him as one of your closest friends and someone you trust deeply, insisting he personally deliver you to the planet to check on the progress of the three new starfighters your father was expecting be completed several weeks ago.

He has already met and previously appraised the young man, knowing immediately he’s trustworthy and kind, but seeing him standing that close to you with his praises being sung for all to hear? It strikes him differently, his face impassive despite the way he struggles to win his internal struggle over his emotions yet again.

Maybe the problem is just her, he thinks but curses himself for even allowing the path to that sort of thinking to exist. Something about you makes him feel uneasy, as if you have answers to questions he’s forbidden to even ask, and he clenches his jaw and forces a smile as Satoru nudges him back to reality.

“Well, this won’t be tough for us, right?” He nods in Suguru’s direction and you nod, wordlessly confirming that you know they are more than capable of keeping you safe on your travels. “I’m sure it’ll be a nice break from reading to orphans or whatever you usually do, Princess.”

He nods at the white haired man’s words but notices the way you seem to have bristled at them, shifting uncomfortably where you stand in your less than casual gown. The trappings of your life have always made you feel confined, uncomfortable. It’s so formal and you’re required to meet every standard with a subdued smile and an understanding nod, playing the game as expertly as anyone who has come before you.

It’s not like you asked for your naturally inquisitive nature to be dumbed down enough that you are truly delegated to reading to orphans and listening to the increasingly concerning situation with the Trade Federation from the outside. It’s why you’re occasionally thrown bones like the mission you’re currently on.

“It will be a nice change of pace, yes.”

Your smile is tight and it doesn’t reach your eyes, Suguru noticing immediately the sparkling in your eyes he so easily noticed himself a year ago is missing. He makes a note to scold Satoru for his disrespect later but for now, the group of you begin walking across the landing pad, discussing the business at hand.

Your skirts swish as you walk and Suguru hurries to your right side, Satoru raising his brows watching him scurry. If he has a thing for you, he’s doing a terrible job of hiding it and it makes the knight suck his teeth and look away toward the scenery on either side of the pad. It’s Corellia, industrial and nothing he hasn’t seen before, but distracts himself until you speak and draw his attention back.

“My father asked the two of you to escort me but please do not feel responsible for me,” you start with a smile, patting the blaster you have hidden beneath a wrap that covers your upper arms and shoulders. “I can always handle myself if necessary.”

Satoru chuckles and his dark haired companion tuts, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he walks. You notice the quirk but keep it to yourself, eyes flashing from his hands to his face to watch him shake his head.

“Well, you are our responsibility, Princess,” Suguru teases with a raised brow and you feel your cheeks warm. “And we’ll do our best to ensure you do not have to use that.”

You frown, an argument forming across your tongue until Suguru’s deep colored gaze meets your own and you watch his mouth move.

“Besides, you getting hurt would only seal that we’d never be asked to escort you again.”

Mouth agape, you nod dumbly knowing that he’s correct despite how you’d cry and beg to let the two Jedi escort you. It’s better safe than sorry and you settle down, closing your mouth and smiling instead. Satoru arches a brow as he looks between the two of you and shakes his head.

It’s out of his control but it certainly doesn’t look good for the two of you to be this…casual. On your second meeting, nonetheless. It concerns him but he says nothing, instead keeping his arms at his sides while Yu sidles up to him and tries to make small talk. The two men converse and you keep your focus pointed elsewhere, nodding toward the emissary approaching you from the direction you’re walking in.

“My lady, thank you for joining us.”

You vaguely remember this woman from another trip you made with your father several years ago. Brigid, if you remember correctly, a Corellian human who looked a little less frazzled on your first visit.

“I apologize for the delay, as you know there have been some issues with getting supplies thanks to these ridiculous embargoes but I assure you w-” she stops herself as you raise a hand politely and her eyes flit between the two Jedi at your side. She knows your father is overprotective but a Knight and padawan learner seem like overkill for a visit to a relatively safe planet. Money is money, though, so she keeps her lips closed and smiles tersely.

“There is nothing to apologize for, I was only sent here to keep from driving the old man crazy by asking when I can go off planet next.”

So he didn’t tell you, Suguru thinks as you make small talk with the woman, discussing things such as the recent embargoes and how badly you want to begin your campaign for queen despite the protests that you aren’t yet prepared for the responsibility.

Your father sent the Jedi with you because he believed you may be in danger coming here alone, something you’d shriek at if he told you to his face, but he showed Satoru and Suguru both compelling evidence that this particular manufacturer has been putting orders for the Trade Federation above all others despite their nefarious purposes.

They were too agreeable to let a young woman come and check things out. You’re capable of holding your own in many ways - wit, intelligence, even physically to an extent - but there’s no telling the things they’d do if they were to get their hands on you.

This is where the escorts come in and they stand proudly on either side, jaws slackened listening to the overly sweet words of Brigid as she escorts you inside through the landing bay. Suguru watches as you nod intently, eyes darting around the room to see the newest and most state of the art ships that money can possibly buy.

It’s overwhelming for you, he assumes after noticing how your steps slow and you hang back slightly to keep him at your side. His presence comforts you and it’s hard to describe why, a familiar warmth emanating from him and into you each time you’re around him. It’s how you managed to fall asleep around him the first time, it’s how you keep your shoulders straight and your head on a swivel as the woman rushes to explain the entire manufacturing process to you.

“I can assure you that your ships will be completed by the time that you leave us, Princess, but in the meantime don’t hesitate to enjoy Corellian hospitality. Your accommodations should be more than suitable and we have a shuttle prepared to take you to them if necessary,” she smiles tightly again looking between yourself and the three men flanking you.

Suguru begins to speak up but you stop him, smiling and extending your hand toward Brigid who takes it and shakes it lightly, as if she’s afraid to hurt you with the strength of your grip versus her own. You take the offense and internalize it, just as you always have, and smile to keep your insipid mouth from saying anything that could potentially get you in trouble upon your return home.

“It won’t be necessary, the four of us can make our way, right?”

Suguru hums, appreciating your confidence but suddenly feeling fearful that you are leaving yourself too open to anyone who would potentially mean to harm you. It’s naivety, he thinks, rather than anything else and he feels his fist clench while recalling the fact that you don’t even know you’re potentially in danger.

Be calm, he hears the voice of his Master in his head echoing. Have patience.

His nails no longer dig into his palm after he takes a deep breath and he begins walking once again as the group of you are dismissed, instructed where to find the exit that will lead you out onto the streets and into the thick of Coronet City.

“Maybe we can go to Treasure Sh-”

You’re instantly cut off with a resounding no from both of the Jedi, Satoru shaking his head.

“No, absolutely not. You have no business down there and we aren’t walking you into a place where you’ll stick out the way that you do.”

Frowning, you look at Satoru before shifting your gaze to Suguru who shrugs and shakes his head.

“He’s right. The only thing you’ll find down there you can’t find at home is trouble, I assure you.”

A sigh escapes and your shoulders slump, enthusiasm leaching out of you upon realizing this is part of your responsibilities. This is a diplomatic trip and you can’t indulge your every whim, nor should you expect the men kindly escorting you to do so.

Being a Princess is being trapped in a cage but it’s also being hand fed anything you want through the bars, something you’re going to have to eventually understand isn’t sustainable for the rest of your life, especially given your ambitions. A Queen has far more responsibilities than you do now and you have to act like you’re ready in order to ever get a chance.

Your shoulders square again and you take a deep breath of the warm air of the city as you step onto the sidewalk, looking around at the skyscrapers overhead. Suguru silently watches as you look over each building and its glistening windows, coming up with a better plan to allow you to see even the slightest bit of this beautiful planet.

“I’m sure you’re aware but Corellia is known for their beautiful parks,” he starts and Satoru sighs, slumping in annoyance. He doesn’t want to parade a princess around a park, he doesn’t want to sit here and listen to this pilot babble about the time he swears he saw three suns on Tatooine, he doesn’t want to watch his friend act like an idiot because a pretty girl is next to him.

Suguru raises a brow at the Knight’s petulance and clears his throat, a warning, but his attention stays fixed on you otherwise.

“Let’s find our accommodations and if you’d still like to go after settling in, I will escort you.”

You grin and it eclipses any sunrise, sunset, birth of a star he has ever seen. His breath catches in his throat and he hears those same fateful words in his Master’s voice in his mind but he is able to silence them temporarily with the sound of the excitement in your voice.

“I would love that.” The words are soft but strong and he nods, bowing his head to hide his own smile.

“Now that this has been settled, can we go?”

You aren’t sure what has upset the taller, lighter Jedi so much but you nod and sweep your hand forward, indicating he’s welcome to begin walking whenever he’s ready. It’s not like he made a stellar first impression but he seems to find something about this entire situation quite distasteful and you can’t help but assume it’s because of you. Straightening your back, you try to shrug off the disappointment of assuming you’re disliked but Satoru stares directly at you before shifting back to his friend.

Something is there, even he can see it, and he sighs. As the highest ranking Jedi on the mission, he knows he should step in and prevent Suguru from making choices that could potentially lead him down treacherous paths but he knows how well that has worked out in the past so he keeps his mouth shut and lets the internal sense of dread run wild as he wonders what the rest of this trip will have cut out for each of you.

#jjk star wars au #kendall writes #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #man imagine if i could just like....idk....not do this about him LMFAO #it takes a galaxy collab

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b3achysurfur · 5 months

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ok so I don’t believe Aiden is dead. there’s a lot of reasoning behind why I think this, but it’s very vauge because all my theories lead down two separate paths.

SBG CHAPTER 60 SPOILERS AHEAD

idk if y’all noticed the computer like affect around this scene but it only happens three times. All of which are in Ashlyn’s perspective of the incident.

in the second photo, the computer like fliter only appears on ashylns face, the view of Aiden is mostly clear.

I have a lot of questions, and I haven’t picked a theory/explaintion for sure yet, but one of my ideas are that it’s Ashlyn’s fear completely taking over here. We already knew from the beginning of sbg that ashyln often doubts what she sees, as if she doesn’t trust her eyes to tell the truth. we’ve seen her make up excuses and fake scenarios to cope with her reality and things she’s doesn’t understand. This is not her fault though, as we’ve seen it links back to her childhood.

She can often times be pessimistic about situations, always readying for the worst situation to happen as if it’s the only way things could go down. This also relates to her childhood.

Given these two facts, as well as the disorienting fliter over Aiden’s body and her facial expressions, i think it’s safe to assume that Aiden’s injuries are not as life threatening as they appear to be. Yes, I know a ceiling fell on him, I’m not saying he’s not badly injuried. But I don’t think it will provoke a reaction in his real-world body as it did for Tyler, or at least not one as serious.

this side of his face is almost completely fine, minus a few bruises (given some are from the car crash). although, since it’s a head injury, it only takes one side of his head to be damaged for it to be life threatening. But the biggest impact is to his jaw/cheek, not necessarily his skull.

also, the computer-like fliter goes away as soon as another person is thrown into the equation. The streaks return to their normal color of white, and the werid glitch affect on them disappear.

see how the streaks start glitching as soon as ashlyn notices Aiden’s in deathly trouble? Almost as if it’s not real/something is off. We’ve never seen these glitches before (trust me I pay attention to these things).

anyways back to the image before this where Taylor grabs Aiden. The fliter is gone, and ashlyn snaps back into reality with the help of Taylor and her instructions. Taylor’s reaction is to immediately get Aiden under something safe. This part gets a little messy since we don’t have any scenes after this to show which explaintion makes more sense but wtv. Either Taylor is full of adrenaline and is in full protection mode, which is why she doesn’t hesitate to drag Aiden to safety, or she’s aware that his injuries aren��t as bad as Tyler’s / they’re not life threatening. A blow to the face will 9/10 knock you unconscious, regardless of how powerful the hit was. Taylor may have assumed that’s what had happened to Aiden, and she didn’t have time to second guess herself. She is done letting things harm her brother and friends. Anyways, her stepping into action grounds ashlyn and pulls her back to reality.

Also, this scene looks familiar doesn’t it? In the second image, the group was unable to control their emotions and were acting on pure adrenaline and feeling. Ashlyn is obviously experiencing a strong mix of fear, stress, and past trauma. If these two images are comparable, ashlyn mentally assuming/seeing the worst of the situation is not unusual.

Basically, I feel this event is exaggerated because ashyln is trying to cope with the situation. Understand that she is blaming herself for everything right now. Tyler flew out of the car just yesterday. She found him on tree just a few hours ago. She was the one who sedated him. She pulled him off the tree. She saw everything first hand, she felt the most guilty/responsible. Ashlyn has always been the one emphasizing how dangerous their situation is, but to finally see it happen right before your eyes is traumatic.

Aiden has been her main source of comfort since day 1, ashlyn has a soft spot for Aiden. He is her rock of support. So, after seeing Tyler’s ‘death’ and the affect it had on him irl, it’s not crazy to believe she is exaggerating watching Aiden ‘die’. It also makes sense because she’s watching it happen right before her eyes, while she only saw the aftermath of Tyler’s ‘death’. Ashlyn convinced herself Aiden died because she’s not in the right headspace / not mature enough to process it properly. None of them are.

I know a lot of people are speculating that the glitching effect + fliter is them shifting back into their reality since ashlyn said they only had 3 mins left, but I disagree. Lmk if that explaintion would intrest you lot.

again this is all just speculation that is quite underdeveloped. I just wanted to share it before I lost my train of thought. thank u for reading 😋

#as always feel free to ask me questions/add onto this #also exaggerating isn’t the right word but idk what else to put #sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #schoolbus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)#sbg theories #schoolbus graveyard aiden #sbg aiden #phantom world sbg #sbg ashlyn #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #theories

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whatisreggieshortfor · 11 months

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Wear You Down

Terushima x gn!reader

“How did you two even get together?” Daichi had always been curious. You were his cousin for crying out loud! And he remembered how your boyfriend behaved back in high school. “I still can’t believe we’ve known him as long as we have.”

You just gave him a smile, your eyes drifting to see the man you now called the love of your life fixing up Asahi’s hair for his up coming fashion show, “What can I say?” You offered with a shrug, “He wore me down.”

“Babe!” Your boyfriend called, digging through another cabinet as Asahi sat rigged in a chair to avoid accidentally tousling his long hair from position, “Do you remember where I put those fancy pins we got for this? I thought they’d be with the rest of my stuff.”

You laughed, getting them from atop the fridge, “You stuck them up here so you wouldn’t lose them, love.”

“Ah!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, taking them and hurrying back, “You’re a life saver. No one can read my mind like you can.”

“Hey!” You were seven years old, running up to a boy you’d never seen before on the playground. School was only a week away. “I bet I can guess your favorite color.”

“No way,” he laughed, staring up at you from the swing, “That’s impossible!”

Wiggling your fingers in front of your face, you spoke excitedly, “I can feel it oozing from you! It’s the same as mine, I just know it.”

“Humor me then,” he smirked, as well as a little boy could at least, “What is our favorite color?”

“It’s dark green, right? Right!?”

He had never seen someone as happy as you were in that moment. Grinning at him with a missing front tooth, hair haloed by the sun behind you. Admittedly, he had been in a fire truck phase, red was his favorite. But as he looked at you with wonder in his eyes, opening his mouth led to an innocent lie, “You’re right. Dark green is my favorite.”

“I knew it!” You thrusted a fist into the air, “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N L/N.”

“Terushima.” He offered, “You’re so pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?”

You laughed, so full and bright, “We’re too young for that!”

“Maybe in the future then.” He shrugged, about to ask you to swing with him when someone called your name.

“Come on, Y/N! Auntie says we gotta get home for dinner!” Another little boy with black hair, your cousin Daichi, waving his hands to get your attention.

“Coming, Dai! I hope to see you again, Terushima.” You were running away before he could reply.

He ended being in your class until you moved to attend Karasuno with Daichi.

When Daichi and Asahi finally left, Yuuji wrapped his arms around you from behind, “It’s good to see you smiling with them. I gotta say, back when we started dating I was afraid Daichi would hold it against you.”

“Why’s that, love?” You looked back at him, leaning your head against his shoulder, “Daichi is my cousin, he just wants me happy.”

Yuuji grimaced, “I know, but I can see why he had reservations before.”

Taking his hand, you spun out of his embrace, “Remember when we ran into each other at the tournament?”

He pouted, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about!”

Kiyoko had run back, someone forgot something- you hadn’t been paying attention, too busy getting the players into their seats and realizing one was missing. Ukai and Daichi asked you to check on her, see what was holding them up. Finding Hinata try to ‘rescue’ Kiyoko from a rival team wasn’t what you expected and you weren’t exactly an extrovert, not as much as you had been when you were younger, but you walked over anyway. The one with the poor blonde dye job dumped Hinata out of the way and you felt the vein in your forehead twitch at his disregard for the boy- only to laugh when the leader of the rival boys recoiled as the orange haired boy jumped in front of him. “Kiyoko is our precious manager!”

“We were just talking,” dye job tried to reason, and you decided it was time to step in.

“Hinata, Kiyoko, the bus is waiting for you two. Daichi is about to unleash Tanaka and Noya.” Kiyoko giggled, knowing the captain and coach would rather tie them to a leash and make Tsukishima or Kageyama find her, “And you, dye job, don’t touch my players.”

“Does that mean I can touch you?” He smirked, and you pulled back in disgust.

“Wow, that’s how you talk to girls these days, Yuuji? Damn.”

He blinked, eyes suddenly lighting up as they soaked in your features, “Y/N!” He pulled you into a hug before Hinata could stop him, “Don’t hate on my game, babe! You’re just jealous you don’t get to see it in action much.”

“Oh, yeah. So jealous. How many people have you actually won over like this, you hound dog?” Rolling your eyes, you shoved him back, already ushering your club members toward the bus.

“Just waiting for you to finally fall into my arms.” He winked, and you gave him a fake gag.

“Gross. Nice try though, three out of ten for the effort. Bye, Terushima!”

The entire bus ride was spent with a lecture from your cousin after Hinata told everyone about the interaction.

Cooking dinner led to a mess- much like it did every night- because Yuuji was always trying to come up with new games to play as you cooked or cleaned. He was equal parts focused and unfocused when it came to any task. It was how he pursued most aspects of his life- talking to clients while working on their hair, wrestling with his old volleyball buddies and simultaneously never missing a beat when you talk to him, juggling chores he’s trying to finish and still catching every second of his favorite tv show. It led to chaos sometimes, like when he spent every interaction you had in high school trying to win your attention and could still be distracted by a pretty face- or at least pretend to be. Your friendship never suffered over the years, but it slowed down the progress you could’ve made with each other along the way.

Because you could look at him now- hair stylist that was doing something he loved, doing favors for your friends like he did today- and sometimes you could see the flirty playboy he used to be.

He still hit on you every day, no matter how big or small the pick up was, but now you never paid attention to whether his eyes could stray. Because they never did, not honestly in the past, and definitely not now. Daichi had concerns for the longest time, before he actually got to see Terushima around you. You were an introvert by nature, long grown out of your outgoing childhood phase, but your boyfriend had always been outgoing no matter the circumstance. Your cousin had worried that he had talked you into it- and he had. But he didn’t manipulate you into it. From that day on the playground he had been your best friend. Sure, he talked you into things that you wouldn’t do, but he also hyped you up about things you wanted. He was the reason you pursued your degree, the reason you worked in a field mostly dominated by men that looked down on you. Terushima always had your back, and it was that long standing trust that eventually let him wear you down for a date.

And your stance on that, as you always reassured him when he questioned your differences, was that letting him wear you down was the best decision you could’ve made.

Masterlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #terushima yuuji #terushima x reader

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Collection of introductions of the love interest in a YA series. You can always tell based on how they’re introduced what kind of love interest they’re meant to be.

[ katniss/peeta - hunger games ]

“Peeta Mellark.”

Peeta Mellark!

Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark.

No, the odds are not in my favor today.

I watch him as he makes his way toward the stage. Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the moment is registering on his face, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm I’ve seen so often in prey. Yet he climbs steadily onto the stage and takes his place.

[…]

Why him? I think. Then I try to convince myself it doesn’t matter. Peeta Mellark and I are not friends. Not even neighbors. We don’t speak. Our only real interaction happened years ago. He’s probably forgotten it. But I haven’t and I know I never will…

[ bella/edward - twilight ]

As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that his glance held some kind of unmet expectation.

"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down.

I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too.

[ harry/ginny - harry potter ]

“You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?”

“Who?”

“Harry Potter!”

Harry heard the little girl’s voice. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please. . . .”

“You’ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.”

[ hermione/ron - harry potter ]

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.

“Er — all right.”

[…]

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

[…]

“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.

[ tris/four - divergent ]

I have to stand on solid ground again. I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grab the first one I can reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and I would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me.

“He” is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.

[ percy/annabeth - percy jackson ]

“Annabeth?” Mr. Brunner called to the blonde girl.

She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. “This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk? We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven for now.”

Annabeth said, “Sure, Chiron.”

She was probably my age, maybe a couple of centimeters taller and a whole lot more athletic-looking. With her deep tan skin and her curly blonde hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling grey, like storm clouds; pretty but intimidating too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

She glanced at the Minotaur horn in my hand, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that.

Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”

[ thomas/teresa - the maze runner ]

But he had caught a glimpse of her before being blocked off. She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.

[…]

He approached Newt and Alby, who both knelt beside the girl. Thomas, not wanting to meet their stares, concentrated on the girl; despite her paleness, she was really pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful. Silky hair, flawless skin, perfect lips, long legs. It made him sick to think that way about a dead girl, but he couldn’t look away. Won’t be that way for long, he thought with a queasy twist in his stomach. She’ll start rotting soon. He was surprised at having such a morbid thought.

“You know this girl, shank?” Alby asked, sounding ticked off.

Thomas was shocked by the question. “Know her? Of course I don’t know her. I don’t know anyone. Except for you guys.”

“That’s not …,” Alby began, then stopped with a frustrated sigh. “I meant does she look familiar at all? Any kind of feelin’ you’ve seen her before?”

“No. Nothing.” Thomas shifted, looked down at his feet, then back at the girl.

[…]

Thomas’s mind was spinning. He was sure he’d never seen her before—but then the slightest hint of doubt crept into his mind. “I swear she doesn’t look familiar at all,” he said anyway. He’d had enough accusations.

[ clary/jace - the mortal instruments ]

It was Alec who spoke first. “What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.

“It’s a girl,” Jace said, recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.” He took a step closer to Clary, squinting as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “A mundie girl,” he said, half to himself. “And she can see us.” “

“Of course I can see you,” Clary said. “I’m not blind, you know.”

“Oh, but you are,” said Jace, bending to pick up his knife. “You just don’t know it.” He straightened up. “You’d better get out of here, if you know what’s good for you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Clary said. “If I do, you’ll kill him.” She pointed at the boy with the blue hair.

“That’s true,” admitted Jace, twirling the knife between his fingers. “What do you care if I kill him or not?”

“Be-because—,” Clary spluttered. “You can’t just go around killing people.”

“You’re right,” said Jace. “You can’t go around killing people.” He pointed at the boy with blue hair, whose eyes were slitted. Clary wondered if he’d fainted. “That’s not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person. But it’s a monster.”

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Snow Dogs-Enid Sinclair x Reader

Authors Note-Just a quick little story for my first post that focuses on Enid because this scene popped into my head and I felt compelled to write it out before it left my head.

Word Count:918

Warnings:N/A

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The idea had made its way into you brain a few weeks before on one of the few nights Enid would have plans with Wednesday instead of with you.

You put Snow Dogs on in the background as you caught up on your homework, it was a favorite movie of your childhood but you hadn’t seen it in so long that some details were fuzzy and it felt like the right time to watch what used to be your comfort film.

When you finally closed your textbook and started to pay attention to the movie, you watched as Ted bite Demon’s ear to get him to calm down and listen to him, and a shit eating grin spread across your lips. You were determined to try it on Enid whenever the right moment arose.

You had to wait awhile for it which was surprising. Enid was usually filled with chaotically good energy, it was one of the many reasons you were drawn to her in the first place. It was as if she could sense you had something in mind for her because she would stop herself mid ramble instead of going on nonsensical tangents that you would sit and listen to with a smile on your face and eyes full of adoration for the way she cared so much about just about anything.

But as you knew it would, the moment finally came, the night before Valentine’s Day. The two of you were laying face to face in your bed, enjoying each others presence when you noticed the slightly anxious shake in her movements.

You tilted your head with a small frown, “is everything okay love?” You asked as your hand brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

All the resolve she had collapsed at your soft tone and gentle touch, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a rectangular black box.

“I wanted to give this to you tomorrow but I can’t stop thinking about like what if you don’t like it you know?”, her fingers tightened around the box as she felt your hand going down to meet hers.

“And if you don’t like it that’s fine I mean I understand we’ve only been together for five months two weeks three days twenty one hours and a few minutes but who’s counting” she said with a nervous laugh, eyes looking anywhere but into yours as they were before you had asked.

“but this is like a big thing atleast I think it is, maybe you won’t even think it’s that big of a deal and that I’m freaking out for no reason, but I don’t wanna mess this up because I really really like you and one day I want to have a cute little family with you” she rambled on her voice wavering with nerves.

This was perfect timing you said in your head as you leaned in and kissed her cheek before trailing upwards and nibbling on her ear lobe, you heard her next sentence die in her mouth, and you pulled away with a smile, “there’s no way that actually worked” you laughed.

Enid looked at you with confusion on her features, awaiting an explanation. “Have you ever seen snow dogs?” You asked receiving a shake of the head no.

“Well in the movie, this guy has never worked with dogs before right, and his dogs don’t ever really listen to him so people keep telling him to bite the dogs ear for it to listen and he finally does it and the dog stops growling at him and listens to him, and when I watched it the other for the first time since I started dating you I wanted to try it to see if it worked” you explained with a lopsided smile.

Enid blushed deeply and averted her gaze, “I really hate that it did work” she said smacking her hand against your chest with a small laugh. “Open the present before I get nervous and you have to bite my ear again” she said as she finally pushed the box into your hand and released the death grip she had on it.

You brought it up to eye level and opened it, inside was a handmade bracelet of colorful gem stones, the two sides joined together by a heart with an E in the middle.

“I love it” you said sincerely, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, as you rolled your finger over the heart. “This is beautiful Enid, now everyone will know I’m yours huh, as if they had any doubts” you teased before slipping it onto your wrist and moving the box out of the way so you could lean in and kiss her lips softly with a whispered thank you.

Enid was buzzing with excitement as she crawled over to your side, laying her body weight onto yours entirely humming at the way the steady drum of your heart calmed the rapid beating of her own and the rich pools of love that flowed within your eyes reflected within her own.

“So when we do have this cute little family of ours, would you be having puppies or human babies I’m not all knowing about werewolves yet?” You said with a playful smirk to break the comfortable silence.

You definitely deserved the scoff, slap and roll of the eyes you received, but it was all worth it to feel her body shake with laughter and feel her lips against your cheek afterwards.

#Enid Sinclair #Enid x reader #Enid Sinclair x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #enid x you #enid sinclair x reader

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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AU where Mulder and Scully meet on karaoke night at a bar.

The other day I had an idea for a story and thought, don't I have a prompt for this? And I did. This story went in a completely different direction than planned: AU, a touch of magic, fake dating, first kiss, fate (wc: 1,655)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 26: I Saw Your Face In A Dream

He’s nursing a beer, listlessly playing with the edges of the label, tearing it off piece by piece. Neither of his friends notices his mood. Or they do notice it and decide not to comment. If that’s the case, Mulder can’t blame them. It’s been like this for weeks. Okay, maybe even months. A dark cloud follows him around, ready to open its gates and rain down on him.

Frohike would say that he’s full of bullshit and that the only dark cloud he has following him around is Diana Fowley, his girlfriend. His fiancée. He takes the beer bottle between his fingers, relishing the cold of the glass, the realness of it all. What doesn’t feel real is that he’s engaged to Diana. For all he knows, she’s planning their wedding right now, flowers and all. He takes a big gulp, trying to drown the feeling of dread he can’t shake off.

“Dude, stop staring,” Byers says, nudging Frohike. Mulder watches his friends and tries to find out what it’s about. Frohike’s eyes are glued to the stage where people are singing karaoke. That’s the whole reason they picked this bar; Frohike, Byers, and Langly can’t stay away from a karaoke night.

His job is to make sure neither of them gets too drunk and start a fight about which duet to sing before it inevitably ends in a discussion about songs sung by three people. As funny as they can be sometimes, Mulder loves his friends. And they stand by him, no matter what. Even if it means accepting Diana into their midst.

“I can’t. She’s magnificent.” Frohike is in his own world and Mulder can only chuckle. That is until he redirects his gaze to what – or rather who – has him so transfixed. The woman is small and if he weren’t so tall, he’s not sure he’d see her at all on this big stage.

She keeps shaking her head and laughing the cutest laugh in between her notes that she misses one after the other. She might be the worst singer he’s ever heard. He barely recognizes the song she’s singing, but he recognizes something else. A feeling of warmth spreads inside his chest. It’s hitting a home run, coming home after a long journey, and his favorite birthday as a child all rolled up into one.

“Now we’ve got two of them,” Langly laments. Mulder hears his friend, but he cannot look away from the woman on stage. She’s belting now, missing so many notes that it’s a miracle no one has booed her off yet. And yet, it’s his favorite version of Son of a Preacher Man. He takes in her appearance; her short, flaming-red hair, her perfect face, and the roundest eyes he’s ever seen. What color are they? He needs to know. Before this night ends, he needs to find out.

He’s never believed in love at first sight, even though he believes in everything else. Bigfoot? Of course, he exists. The Jersey Devil? Is surely out there. Love at first sight? Think again. That was until he laid eyes on her. There’s something about her that pulls him to her. Like something inside him was screaming, ‘Hey, I know you’. She's so familiar to him. As if they've spent a lifetime together already. She's not someone he's met at work. He'd know if she worked for the FBI. It must be something else. Something more like... destiny.

“I’m in love,” he murmurs, the words bubbling out of him while his eyes never leave her. She’s flinging her arms wildly and something tells him this isn’t like her at all. It makes him smile

“We know you love Diana,” Byers says. "We just don't know why."

“No, not her,” he says, without even thinking what he’s saying. He’s bewitched. Entranced. Completely out of his mind. Diana would hit him over the head if she were here. But she isn’t here. And with that vision in front of him, she slips from his mind quietly, without any fight at all.

“What are you talking about, dude?” Langly asks. “Are you serious right now? That woman can’t carry a tune and you two sit here like dogs.”

“I need to talk to her,” Mulder says. The song is coming to an end, and his heart is racing. He gets up from his chair and it almost tips over.

“I saw her first,” Frohike says, but Mulder barely hears him. One day he will apologize for ignoring him and for seemingly stealing the girl. He’s making his way through the tables, tipping over a bottle somewhere, but he fears that if he takes his eyes off her, she will disappear. Just like in his dream. It’s her. He knows it now. He's seen her in his dream. The dream he’s been having ever since he was a child. The flaming locks that surround him. That scare everyone else away but take him in, warming him, comforting him. He used to think the dream alluded to his own name – Fox. Now he knows better. Her. His heart can’t be wrong.

She’s standing at the bar now, her cheeks pink and flushed. She’s smiling, talking to a friend of hers. He keeps walking until he stops right in front of her. Her eyes, he realizes, are the bluest blue.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi,” she says, mustering him. “Can I help you?” His eyes wander, taking her all in. Her form-fitting jeans that hug her curves most deliciously, and that shirt. Slightly too big on her, in a faded green, and an alien head prominently featured, sticking out its tongue.

“Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” he asks.

“Logically, I would have to say no,” she says, her lips twitching.

“But your shirt.”

“Belongs to my sister.” She points at another redhead who is making out with a hot brunette. Mulder quickly tears his eyes away.

“It’s cool.”

“I’ll let her know.”

“Your singing was…” This is why he never does this. And he hasn’t had a chance to even try in a while. Diana seduced him. More than once. No matter how far he ran, or how hard he tried, she always got her claws back into him. Any moment now she’s going to decide he’s not worth it and walk off. His chance will be blown. He’ll never see again and his heart will shatter into a million pieces.

“I can’t carry a tune,” she admits. “I lost a bet. The only reason I’m here if you must know. I was just about to leave actually.”

“No,” he says quickly and she narrows her eyes. “I-I-I thought your singing was great or no I didn’t really but- I don’t know how to say this.”

“With words, I hope. Just say it.”

“I like you,” he blurts out. She huffs at him.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Give me a chance to get to know you. I saw you up there and I- this is going to sound crazy.”

“Everything you’ve said so far has sounded crazy.”

“I feel like I know you.” That gets him an eyebrow. “Not like that. Ugh, you must think I’m the world’s creepiest guy.”

“Maybe not the world’s, but…” She smiles at him, giving him a chance. All he has to do is take it.

“I think maybe our souls know each other.” He waits for her to laugh at him and walk off. She does neither. She regards him with a tilted head, probably trying to figure out what flavor of crazy he is exactly.

“That’s sweet, um, but I need to go home now. I'm starting a new job tomorrow.”

“Please.” It’s all he can say.

“I really-” she looks past him and he doesn’t know what she sees there, but panic flickers in her eyes. “Shit. Look, I don’t know you and this might be the biggest mistake of my life but you’re cute and my ex just walked in and it didn’t end well. I can’t believe I’m asking this but, can you pretend? For just a second that we’re… more than strangers?”

“As in-”

“Hey Dana.” A tall guy, older than her – and Mulder – walks up to them, certain of himself. Mulder stands up tall and feeling brave, loops his arm around the woman whose name he didn’t know until the guy said it.

“Hey Ethan.”

“Who’s this clown?” He stares at Mulder.

“He’s just- he’s-”

“This clown is her boyfriend,” Mulder says, his voice dark. “And if you bother her again, you will be very sorry.”

“Right,” Ethan says, laughing. “Listen, pal, Dana and I have history. We go way back.”

“You can go wherever you came from,” Mulder says. “But alone.”

“Let’s go have a beer, hm, Dana? Let’s talk.” Before Ethan can say another word, or persuade her, Mulder whirls her to him and she gasps when his mouth lands on hers. She melts into his arms, her own going around his neck. She presses against him, her kiss full of passion and questions. And Mulder feels the same. Something is happening. Something cosmic. When they break apart, Ethan is gone. They stare at each other with open mouths.

“Hello again,” Mulder says.

“I feel like… I feel like I’ve done this before. I feel dizzy.”

“Let me help you.” He takes her elbow and takes her to a chair.

“I’m Dana, by the way,” she says. “Dana Scully.”

“Fox Mulder. My friends call me Mulder. I think we were destined to meet,” he says. “Tonight, or any time. I recognized you. Or something in you. Destiny, fate. Call it whatever you want. You still think I’m crazy, don’t you?”

“I don’t believe in destiny,” she says, “or fate, but I believe in choice.” She offers him a hand. Without hesitation, he takes it. “And maybe I do want to get to know you, Fox Mulder.”

#fictober23 #no idea what happened here #but it's fictober and i can try things right?#the story just came out of me like that #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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