#also is not fitting in with either group your a part of perfectly not like. the quintessential experience of being mixed race

[neolxzr]

you know aira as a mixed race character could have been made SO much more interesting with this story if it was written. like the exact opposite of how it was written

so aira in japan was often assumed to be a foreigner because he's blonde and (supposedly) racially ambiguous looking. this bothered him because he didn't like people assuming that he was so much different from them when, in reality, he had pretty much the same childhood as any other japanese kid.

but imagine for this story, they travel to france but instead of immediately being mistaken for a local for some reason (how white is this boy supposed to look), he's instead ALSO assumed to be a foreigner while in france. he doesn't dress like a local, he's not speaking french, and his group of friends is a lot more obviously not white than he is. this should make him happy, right? since they're not assuming he's something he isn't, like they did at home. but it makes him instead just feel really... othered. if he doesn't fit in japan and he doesn't fit in in france, then where does he fit in? why is he too much of something for one group of people, but not enough of it for the other?

but does this not make him even more fit to stand at the side of alkaloid, the unit who's united by their shared experience of being othered? so maybe its alright if a lot of the people around him don't make him feel like he belongs. because he's already found where he's supposed to be.

[whispersleo]

The "T" in LGBT stands for Tevinter!

prompt: “The “T” in LGBT stands for Tevinter: Either Krem, Maevaris, and Tarquin hanging out, or a headcanon of a Tevinter character being trans (Dorian, Neve, other NPC, etc.)”

drawing for the @transthedasfest check more works here on AO3

How Neve being trans fits her already amazing character narrative; a headcanon study

First of all, I’m really excited to share this drawing with you. Neve is one of my favorite characters and has been since the very first time I saw her in my first playthrough.

Now, as a transgender man, I really enjoy creating and writing about trans characters in general. It makes me happy, I love it, and it personally helps me feel better about myself as a trans person. Like anyone, I have no issue making a character trans just because—there doesn’t always need to be a deep justification behind it. If you like the idea, go for it.

That said, my headcanon of Neve being trans isn’t just a random choice. I’d love to share a bit of my reasoning behind it.

While I have no problem making any character trans, I do think gender plays a significant role in shaping some of them. There are many characters who simply wouldn’t be the same if they hadn’t been raised as men or women. Immediate examples that come to mind are Lucanis and Illario—I feel like their rivalry wouldn’t be quite the same if they hadn’t both been raised as men. Now, would I ever complain if your headcanon is that one of them is trans? Absolutely not, please share your idea with me. But I think you see where I’m coming from—Neve being a woman feels like an important part of her character. However, I don’t think she would be drastically different if she had been raised as a boy.

To me, this only adds another layer of complexity to an already rich character like Neve—a trans woman facing injustices in Tevinter. I mean, we already know the Shadow Dragons are basically the best LGBTQ+ support group in all of Thedas, so it fits perfectly. Plus, the stories Neve shares about her childhood wouldn’t really change if we assume she was perceived as the opposite gender. She’s always been curious, always asking too many questions.

Diving deeper into her being trans, I think it would be really interesting in the context of the community headcanons we’ve built around how exactly being trans works in Thedas. I usually bring up the use of herbs and magic, but I’ve also explored the idea of blood magic being used with Tarquin to create a functional member, for example. This could be fascinating to explore with Neve—how her aversion to blood magic might make her reject the idea of using it for bottom surgery.

And let’s not forget that every trans person is different! Not all of us want every surgery. For example, I’m perfectly comfortable with my vulva and don’t feel the need to change it, though I’d love to get top surgery. I think it’s important to talk about this because sometimes people say that writing trans characters without surgeries turns them into a fetish—and yes, sometimes it is fetishization (in my case assume it's always a fetish), but other times, it’s simply because we’re all different people with unique needs.

Anyway, I hope this all makes sense. I love Neve and hope to write more about her soon. I also hope you liked the drawing and that you have a day filled with pride in who you are. ❤️

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~And so Kyoya met her!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The announcement from the ootori group leads Kyoya to remanisce on when you first met ➼ what to expect:  "Yeah well...I'm not just a pretty face" ➼ warnings: ➼ Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Four

"You're such a good painter Y/n" One of the guests marvels at the canvas before you. "Thanks" You smile, going back to the coastal landscape. "A painting afternoon was a good idea" Tamaki notes, looking over both of your shoulders at the painting.

Kyoya and haruhi stand at the outskirts of the room "You know...I spoke to y/n once...about her relationship with you, because the way I see it you two are very much opposite. At the time she told me that she is more calculating than she seems but for someone who is supposedly so...well...like you...she is incredibly nurturing"

Kyoya looks up to glance at where you are, gleaming at the praise for your art. He smirks "What exactly are you trying to imply about my relationship Haruhi?"

"All I'm saying is that for someone so cold I don't know how you ended up so attached to someone so...well someone like her" Kyoya smiles. "Well, that is a long story"

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And so Kyoya met her!

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It had been a perfectly normal day for Kyoya, the ouran host club had been running for about a month and it picked up remarkably quickly. Although he was still being pestered by his father, although the message was clear by now 'y/n l/n, your fiance, has transferred to ouran academy, make a point to meet her and become acquianted'

Usually he would had no issue with these types of things. But somehow he has managed to get into his head about it. Kyoya has never thought himself to be one to catch himself worried about relationships, but something about meeting the girl he would one day have to marry he had been dreading.

It wasn't worries about first impressions or anything like that. It is finding out what type of person would be stuck with him for the rest of their lives. He had already gathered some information on her, he was perfectly aware of who she was, y/n l/n, class 1A, highschool transfer from europe, her japanese is not amazing but she scores high on almost every test.

In the end Kyoya decided that he wouldn't avoid you, but he also would not seek you out either. Because while he hadn't approached you yet, neither had you him.

"Kyoya, I was thinking, we should get a consultant for the host club" the statement caused Kyoya to look up from his book, an event that was rare back then. "A consultant?"

"You know, a feminine touch to the host club, a consultant on the female gaze if you will" Kyoya knew that regardless of his answer that Tamaki had already made his mind up. That is always the case but then again Tamaki always understood the certain uncalculable aspect of the host club that he could not comprehend.

"I suppose that would make sense, do you have anyone in mind?” he returned to his book, sighing at the headache that was Tamaki's dreams being balanced against the clubs budget.

“As a matter of fact I do, I’ve recently met the newest international student and I feel she would be a good fit” He paused, he couldn't mean....no...you weren't the only international transfer he may not mean you. "What is her name? I'll have to meet with her"

"L/N"

And there it was, in black and white, your name. irefutably, it was his fiance, Tamaki just couldn't have chosen someone else. "I see"

"She is quite wonderful you know, I started talking to her because she brought some french food in for lunch one day. It turns out she is quite...insightful"

"Insightful you say?"

"Indeed, it is quite indescribable, you have to meet her" Kyoya sighed, knowing there was no getting out of it. He supposed that at least it would appease his father for now.

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"Hello?" The creak of the door and the broken accent caught Kyoya's attention. "Oh hello" Hikaru soon appeared in front of you "Well aren't you cute" Kaoru appeared on the side of you. "I'm sorry but club hours haven't started yet, but we will be more than happy to see you then"

"Yes indeed...please do come back later, you'll break our hearts if you don't"

"Leave it you two, I invited miss l/n here, she's our new consultant" Tamaki steps forward "Sorry about them" You smiled "It is alright" you step further into the room. "This is hikaru and Kaoru, pay no attention to them"

"gee thanks boss, a glowing review in front of the pretty lady"

"Come meet the rest of the club" he led you futher into the music room "This is Honey-Senpai and Mori-Senpai, and my co-founder Kyoya"

Kyoya still remembers to this day the look on your face when you realised. The look of realisation and terror and possibly slight hope as the two of you made eye contact. He doesn't think he will ever forget it. "K-Kyoya?" you muttered, barely audible, like you were trying it out to feel how it sounded.

It was only then that he realised the circumstances he was in, he was about to have his first interaction with you and it was going to be in the same conversation as with the entire rest of the host club.

Kyoya stands, slowly approaching you, unsure of whether he should let the information of your connection slip. "Miss l/n it is nice to meet you" He resulted in his usual autopilot cordiality that he usually puts on when meeting the child of a prominent businessman.

"Likewise" you return the look, quickly picking up on the situation. "Come and sit y/n we can discuss things, honey-senpai would you mind getting our guest some tea?"

"Of course tama-chan!"

"Oh, could I actually get some coffee please, I am not a massive tea drinker"

the three of you sat, that being you, Kyoya, and Tamaki, the former two avoiding making eye contact with eachother. "So y/n how much do you know about host clubs?"

"In full honesty not much, i know the general concept i think"

Tamaki smiled "That's okay, you don't really need to know much anyway, basically our jobs are to appeal to the female gaze and improve ladies days, we have the second one down...we're kinda struggling with the first"

"I see"

Honey-senpai skipped over with a cup of coffee and a cake "y/n-san I brought you a cake too!"

"Thank you Honey-Senpai" you smile at him, dropping a couple of sugars into the coffee. "I think in full honesty that It perhaps would be best that I observe how the club runs before I give you any advice on your issue"

Kyoya hummed "I agree"

"good idea, club hours start soon anyway, you are welcome to stay here and observe how we run" You were a lot quieter back then that now, Kyoya remembers pondering whether that was due to your lack of profeciency in the language or because she were shy.

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Not an hour later the two of you found youselves sat alone together at a table on the outskirts of the host club. You people watching, he scribbling away. "I would have thought that the cofounder of the host club would actually...host"

"My role is more on the management side, but I do host occasionally, when I am requested"

"I see"

"I would have thought that a consultant would want to take notes"

"I don't really need to, not yet at least...it's all up here" You muttered, looking out into the host club with an interrogatory gaze. "That is unless you need me to write stuff down for you to reference"

Kyoya paused, refraining from his mouth hanging slightly agape. You weren't like what he imagined you would be. He assumed that you would fall into one of two catagories, either like the guests of the host club, or like the other only children of CEO's, but you didn't fit either of those descriptions. He couldn't place you. And it was starting to eat at him.

You raised an eyebrow at the non-response from Kyoya, reaching over to carefully take the book from him, flipping to the back pages to not disrupt any order he had in there. "You see the problem is that you need to start personalising more, while the girls who come here have a lot in common the truth is they are all very different in their backgrounds"

you started writing down what you explain as you said it "Basic psychology dictates that what one seeks out in either comfort or attraction is formed by their childhoods, more often or not by what they lack in childhood. While everyone here may have the common thread of rich kids their upbringings will have been vastly different. You can see it in what type of host they request"

Kyoya hummed for you to continue. Interested in seeing where you were going with this. "So you need to start paying attention to these details, each guests habits will form a pattern"

"For someone who is unfamiliar with the concept of a host club you sure seemed to put that together quite quickly"

"It's what I'm here for is it not? But it is as they say, the closer you look, the less you see, step back and you can view the full picture. In essence what you do here is actually quite...simple..." you caught yourself at the end of the sentence as you realised that you had been rambling, shyly pushing back the notebook.

"Interesting..." Kyoya smirks, taking back the notebook. "Is that why we have not addressed the elephant in the room?"

"I was waiting for you to mention it...i wasn't sure you knew who i was...didn't want to freak you out"

"I know who you are y/n, of course I do"

You nod. "Well then, do you want to discuss it? The fact that we are...." You trailed off, realising where the two of you were sat. "You know"

"I don't think there is much to discuss, we both know the position that we are it, i thought it was worth mentioning..."

"I must admit, I did not expect you to be part of a highschool host club of all things, from what i've heard about the ootori family" Kyoya chuckled "I assure you I am not like my family"

"Who is that girl, did she request kyoya?"

The comment from a nearby table seemingly caught both of your attentions. You hummed out a laugh "I suppose that considering you are a host you don't wanting our...arrangement, advertised"

"It...may be for the better, if you are okay with that"

"Sure, especially since it seems that I will be here more often."

It was not some great love story for the ages, or love at first sight. But Kyoya would not change a single second of it. Their relationship was built, it didn't just appear.

It became routine, the two of you, in your corner of the host club. Sitting in comfortable silence while the two of your worked, until slowly the silences started to become shorter and shorter.

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"I didn't take you to be an artist" you approach kyoya, looking over his shoulder at his portrait. "Yeah well...I'm not just a pretty face" he joked, looking back at the protrait of purple roses before him. You hum "I've never seen you be creative before, it suits you"

"hmm...perhaps"

A series of beeps overtake the host club, the girls take out their phones. "So much for an afternoon of switching off" squeals and whispers overtake the room.

"Hey kyoya?" Kaoru appears next to the two of you. Turning his phone to show him whatever was on his screen.

'Ootori and l/n groups annouce engagement of their two heirs: Kyoya Ootori and Y/N L/N are set to be married in one of the most powerful global matches of the decade, more below'

"Well, I suppose the secrets out" you mutter, kyoya hums in agreement "Indeed"

You look around, soon realising that you were now the subject of the entire host club's attention. "Should we say something?"

"We may have to, yes" he holds out his hand "Are you ready?"

You place yours in his "As i'll ever be"

Next time on patience 'The host club declares dissolution!'

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[cupcakeinat0r]

DadBod!Miguel as a brat tamer

You’d been dying to go out dancing for a while now, but your man, Miguel, wasn’t too keen on going. Besides being swamped with work, he also wasn’t really into the scene due to his introverted nature. Not that you were an extrovert nor was it your scene either, however, you did love to dance. You didn’t need to drink or smoke or take those “poppers” or network with a bunch of fakes or whatever. You just loved to dance, and Miguel loves nothing more than to see you happy, so he agreed.

Miguel took you to a really nice spot in the city that played some salsa and reggaeton bangers. For Miguel, the smile plastered on your face made all the loud music and over-bearing people worth dealing with.

“Alright, mama, the floor is all yours. I’ll be waiting here.” He uses his lips to motion at a small table off to the side. Attached to his arm, you look up at him with a frown.

“You sure you don’t wanna dance with meeeee?” You bat your eyes, using one last effort to get him on the dance floor, but alas, he wouldn’t budge. To ease the disappointment, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and tells you to have fun, and that he gets more joy out of watching you instead.

Making your way into the crowd, one of your favorite songs comes on and you immediately get into it, and like sew, you find a group of those sweet girls that are complete strangers but end up being your best friends by the end of the night because that’s how nights at the club go.

You all dance with each other, singing/screaming the lyrics at each other. Y’all salsa dance with each other, swaying your hips, letting loose. You’re having a blast, but a part of you still wishes that Miguel was dancing with you.

You glance over at the small table where he sits with his legs spread wide open, his black slacks that fit his thick thighs and ass perfectly, and his belt hugging his wide waist, his soft belly the cherry on top. His black top is buttoned up except for the top four, letting his chest hair peek. The long sleeves are fighting for their lives as they try to contain his bulging muscles. He makes the table look so small. His dress shoes are just as shiny as the thin, gold chain around his neck. He takes a swig of his drink as he looks back at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. You smile at him when you decide to give him a show.

Miguel lets his mouth sit slightly open as he watches you dance, your ass jiggling through the thin fabric of your dress. Whilst enjoying your show, he’s simultaneously looking around, making sure no one makes a move on what’s his.

The song comes to an end and a more slow one begins. You start seeing people couple up and you look at Miguel again, your hand motioning for him to come to you.

Miguel shakes his head and raises his hands in refusal, but you’re not giving up.

It’s corny, but you start lassoing a pretend rope, miming as if you’re pulling him onto the dance floor. This wins a chuckle from him, but he doesn’t get up, shaking his head ‘no’. You drop your hands in defeat then make a tear drop motion with your finger on your face and pout. He pouts as well, and mouths ‘I love you’ as a sorry for not wanting to dance.

You chuckle back and roll your eyes, walking toward the table.

“You’re really not gonna slow dance with me? Not even a little bit?” You ask with your hands on your hips.

“Baby, you know I’m not a dancer.” He says, grabbing your hand to rub circles on with his thumb.

“I’m not asking you to be a dancer, I’m asking you to hold me and step side to side with me for like 2 minutes.” You cross your arms, actually getting upset now.

“How about this, I’ll slow dance with you when we get home, alright?” He speaks lovingly, trying to compromise his own insecurities so that you were happy. You let out a short sigh, “You’re acting like an old man…” Miguel wasn’t amused by that comment, but he knows you’re just giving attitude at this point. “ay beba, por favor, no seas asi conmigo…” he tuts, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer in between his legs, his thumbs making circles on the fat of your hips.

“No, that’s fine. Be like that then.” You pull away from his hands to turn on your heel, going back to the dance floor.

Everyone is already paired up, and you look around awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy.

He’s absolutely nothing compared to your Miguel but you guess he’ll do for now. You smile at him and begin dancing with him. It’s bachata, so your hips are extremely close to his, his hands tightly grabbing your waist to keep you tightly against his own body.

The glass in Miguel‘s hand could’ve broken had he squeezed any tighter.

You paid no mind to him, but you could feel Miguel’s eyes practically burning a hole into you. Maybe next time, he won’t think twice about dancing with you now.

He thinks about just running in there and ripping the guy to shreds, but he knew better than to embarrass his girl in public like that. He’ll have a talk with you later, privately.

2 hours go by and Miguel sits miserably at his seat after watching you dance with strangers. When you walk back to the table tiredly, you see how pissed Miguel looks.

“Okay… I’m ready to go home!” You’re breathing hard from dancing. Miguel is silent and cold, but still stands to take your hand and walk you out of the club, holding your purse, carrying your shoes, and letting you wear his jacket.

The whole ride home is quiet and his hand that is usually on your thigh isn’t there. You know why. You felt bad, but you never asked much of him, and the one thing you ask for, he wouldn’t give to you.

Still feeling guilty, you try to start conversation in the car, about what to possibly cook for dinner or if y’all needed any groceries, but he just kept facing the road, his brows furrowed and hands clutching onto the steering wheel.

Once you two get home, you reach for your car door handle, but Miguel spits out a curt ‘wait’. Miguel hates when you open doors for yourself. That’s his job, the gentleman. He leaves the car to go over to your side to open the door, but when he does, he stands in your path, and you’re not able to get out, “Care to explain to me what all that was?” His speaks with authority.

“What do you mean?” You play slick. You knew your boyfriend was a giant teddy bear at heart, but sometimes… it was fun pushing his buttons.

“Que tu creer? The stunt you pulled at the club, that’s what I’m talking about.” You’re really trying him, but Miguel is doing his best to control his temper.

“I was just dancing. I asked you if wanted to and you said no, so-“ and in less than a second, Miguel’s pulled you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house.

You laugh hysterically, kicking your feet, calling out his name and telling him to put you down. Oh, he was mad. You were laughing, but none of this was funny to Miguel.

“o, bueno, entonce baile con un cabron, right?”His voice starts to raise and his blood begins to boil as he walks through the front door and makes way to y’all’s bedroom.

He throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing on the softness of the comforter as you let out some giddy chuckles.

“Jealous?” You smirk, having a little too much fun with this.

“You think this is funny? Cuz’ I don’t.” His lips don’t curl even a bit, which meant you were in for it. You watch him start to unbuckle his pants, biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together.

Just when he was gonna pull down his slacks and briefs, you gasp when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you open. He basically rips your panties off to find that you’re already starting to drip. “Puta madre, you’re so needy…” he hisses under his breath while he pulls down his briefs, revealing his own dripping, hard mess. He goes to pump himself, inches away from your heat. Watching him fuck his own hand so close to your entrance, you needed some type of relief, so you reach for your clit, but Miguel is quick to catch it and hold it above your head, pinning your other hand shortly after, “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do that. Not tonight, baby.”

His vice on your wrist is tight, making you squirm under him while he thrusts into his one hand, your wrists pinned against the pillow in the other.

His breathing picks up as he edges to his climax, the squelching of his pre-cum in his hand ringing in your ears. He purposefully moans and whimpers into the shell of your ear, putting you through absolute torture. “You don’t like it, do you? Not getting what’s yours? Huh?” He breathlessly speaks between each pound into his fist, your moans becoming more desperate. You can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body weeping for his fat cock.

“Mig, please, pleaseeeee… not fairrrrr,” you beg, wriggling under his grasp, his belly grazing yours every time you arch your back. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and any time you tried lifting your cunt closer to his dick, he’d pull away so you wouldn’t reach, and you’d whine in defeat.

“Not fair? Dancing with some idiot when I told you to wait ‘til we get home isn’t fair.” He growled. With a small whimper, he did one last, slow thrust into his hand before he could combust, edging himself because he wasn’t gonna let you have the pleasure of having his come all over your stomach. Not yet.

He lets go of your hands and positions himself on his knees, moving closer to your leaking cunt. Getting hot, he unbuttons his top and throws it across your shared bedroom, unveiling his now glistening dad bod. You thought you could come just from the sight.

“Fuck, had you not acted up, I’d be devouring this… mierda…” his mouth waters from how wet you were, but he had to stand on business. You flinched when you feel one of his thick fingers drag along your folds, from the bottom to top. When his middle finger meets your pulsing clit, he draws small circles on it, making you whine, “Miguel! Please, I’m sorryyyy, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

Your eyes are wide shut and your mouth completely open when he starts quickly shaking his forefingers against your clit, your juices flying and falling onto his lap. Miguel takes your moans as indications that you’re close, so just when you’re about to come,

He stops.

You literally cry when he pulls away his hand, a smirk growing on his face, “Mig, I- please, I can’t- I can’t, I’m sorryyy,” you plead for his fat cock, which is practically hovering over your aching heat.

He lowers himself to you, his hands gripping onto the softness of your waist. This allows you to feel his length against your pelvic bone, twitching and wet.

“Sorry for what?” He glares down at you, waiting for your reply.

“Sorry for being mean… just wanted to dance with my man, is all,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I won’t do it again, I promise. Please, fuck me?” Your eyes wide with innocence and pleas, you push over Miguel’s heart. You play with his chest hair as he scans your body, thinking if he should accept your apology.

“Coño… such a brat. I’ve spoiled you, you know that?” His voice softens, lining himself up with your hips.

“Because you love me!” You baby talk back to him, batting your lashes at him knowing you’re finally gonna get what you wanted.

“I do. Too much.” Is what he breaths out before rooting a hot, tongued kiss. He groans into your mouth when he starts grinding his cock against your folds, with the addition of your hand pulling on his curly locks on the back of his head.

He pulls away, a string of saliva breaking as he looks down to guide his puffy tip to your entrance. He brings his lips to your ear again and as he slides his dick in, he simultaneously grunts in your ear, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Giving you no time to adjust, he pounds your pussy into tomorrow. The room full with your pornographic moans as well as Miguel’s, the lewd squelching, and the bed creaking. If he went any harder, he’d break it.

Miguel has your legs pushed against your chest now, putting you in a panting mess. He bunched up your dress so that your skirt was up to your midriff and the neckline sat right below your bouncing tits. The way his tip meets your spot every time had you seeing stars and yelping high-pitched gibberish. His happy trail and lower belly slapping against your clit was the cherry on top of everything.

After groaning in your ear, Miguel whispers again, “Am I still an old man, Beba? Huh?” His lip curls as he watches you go dumb from his cock.

You didn’t even bother answering him because all you could think about was how good he was filling you.

He slaps your ass and this snaps some sense into you, somewhat bringing your gaze to his. “Answer me, baby.”

Your voice shakes from the rigor of his thrusts, but you still manage a, “N-no, baby… no…” While you were somewhat right, Miguel was still technically older than you, but that didn’t stop him from fucking you like a horny college boy. The man knew how to fuck and make you come.

“That’s right, mama… fuuck…” Miguel lets a couple more groans out, his ability to be so vocal helping the coil in your stomach unfurl.

“Baby, I’m- I’m gonna c- I’m gonna come…” you barely get it out in a whisper.

Miguel slaps your ass again, “louder.”

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, your climax about to explode, but Miguel feels you clench.

“ay, diablo… you liked that, didn’t you? Squeezing me s’good…” he slaps your ass one more time before you let out a series of ‘yes’, your hips stuttering against his.

Miguel drags out his own high, slowly pumping in and out of you as he groans into your ear, “Mmmfuckkkk mami…”

He pulls out slowly as to not hurt you, his juices mixed with yours, eventually leaking out. After telling you how good you were and placing a loving kiss to your cheek, He grabbed some tissues on the night stand and cleaned you both up.

“Hey, I really am sorry about earlier. I feel bad for how I acted.” You finally catch your breath, speaking sweetly to Miguel who was changing into a clean set of boxers. He had put you in one of his t-shirts that fits oversized and grabbed a pair of panties for you.

Miguel insists on getting you everything and doing everything for you. When he said he spoiled you, he meant it. He took off your dress and dressed you, he wiped your face with toner, got you some water, everything. You were his queen.

“Mamita, please, I should be sorry for not dancing with you.” He coddled you, pulling you to his chest. No bed sheet or pillow could compare to his soft stomach. “Well, still, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You look up at him from his chest and he looks down at you, his hand rubbing your back underneath your shirt.

He lets out a soft chuckle, “It’s alright, mama. Besides,” he turns over to his side, making you two face each other and he whispers, “I can just fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder while he lets out a velvety laugh.

Even though the space between y’all is minimal, it is still too far for Miguel’s liking, so he wraps you in his burly arms, your leg instinctively slinking over his waist. His laughter dies down, your own giggling coming to a stop, and he just whispers, “You know I love you, right? So much, it’s crazy.” Which makes you smile like an idiot, so you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too, viejito.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scowl and you laugh.

But his expression melts when you kiss his nose as a quick save. Not enough, Miguel cups your face for a full kiss. It was a less passionate kiss, but a long, loving one, putting the perfect seal to an incredibly romantic and intimate moment.

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[crazy-ache]

Something that I feel is entirely missed or under appreciated about Lucien’s character being mixed is that it also serves as an excellent metaphor for his current place in the narrative/Prythian at large. Being mixed often means finding yourself in between groups and identities, never quite fitting in neatly into one place or group of people. Lucien being the character that is without a Court or even a real sense of home (not Autumn, nor Spring, nor mortal lands, or even the Night Court have been his true home) makes PERFECT sense for the mixed character. Because that is truly what it can feel like in our real life experiences. Either I change myself to belong here in this homogenized place where I don’t quite fit in perfectly…or I just don’t belong anywhere.

I doubt this is all intentionally done by SJM who is a white woman, though I do hope it is somewhat intentional because discovering and securing your identity as a mixed POC (while navigating/balancing both marginalized and privileged identities that we wield) is incredibly important to our journey of self. How will Lucien handle his ties to multiple courts? What parts of him will he honor or possibly leave behind? What ways will he blend his identities to best fit him? Figuring out our sense of home and belonging is essential to being mixed—it’s something some of us spend our whole lives figuring out.

For mixed representation, Lucien is incredibly important. I hope his story does it some justice.

[bananayuyu]

just friends (10) - sparks on the horizon

pairing: san x f reader

genre: smut, angst, a bit of fluff

word count: 10.7k

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (f and m receiving), rough sex, facial

a/n: I can't believe I'm here posting the final part y'all. My sappier and longer notes will be at the end as always, if you'd like to read them, but for now, I really hope you enjoy <333 I appreciate all of you endlessly!

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Two Years + Six Months Later

“Okay, hi everyone, I just wanted to say on behalf of me and Maya, we really appreciate that you all are here to celebrate with us this weekend, and we truly cannot thank you enough.  Each and every one of you has supported us in one way or another throughout our lives, and we wouldn’t be here if weren’t for you all, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and I hope you’ve been having a wonderful weekend so far.  Now, let’s eat!”

Tina’s voice was bright and shaky with nerves, the entire rehearsal dinner breaking into applause, before silence fell as they dug into their meals.  The winter air was crisp and chilly and laced with a breeze, your thin sweater doing little to help you.  As you chowed down San noticed your shivering, and took off his hoodie and handed it to you, without saying a word.

“Sannie, you’re gonna freeze,” you pouted, looking at him with eyebrows knit together.

“I’ll go grab another one from the room, I’ll be right back,” he said as he stood, leaving the hoodie in our hands.  You pulled in on swiftly, catching the eye of your dad at the table just behind, and you smiled at him fondly.

You were out in the mountains, out in the small town Maya grew up in, at the motel her parents had owned and operated all her life.  They’d inherited it from her grandfather, who had passed before she’d ever had the chance to meet him; his picture adorned the tiny front office, the black and white portrait hung proudly on the wall.  It was a quaint and well maintained little place, boasting twelve rooms per floor, and two stories.  It had been a no brainer to hold the wedding here; Maya’s parents had insisted the field behind would make for a great venue, and had mowed and trimmed and prepped everything perfectly in preparation for their daughter’s big day.

Though they’d intended a medium sized affair, the wedding ended up being pretty large, more guests needing to stay at another motel down the road, one that thankfully was’t completely booked up for the weekend.  You and San had a room here, right next to Tina and Maya’s; being the maid of honor certainly had it’s perks, and you’d enjoyed the work of organizing you, Sasha, Bibi, and Micah into a perfect set of bridesmaids.  

As a part of the wedding party, you sat at the biggest table for the rehearsal dinner, right next to your best friend, with your handsome plus one by your side.  Micah was there too, as were all the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, many of whom were also girls.  “This has to be the gayest wedding ever,” Maya remarked when all of you had stood in place, a mixture of genders dotting either side.  You could’t have thought of a better group to be with; there was no drama, no fighting, just plenty of laughter and joy and excitement.

The rehearsal had gone well, much to everyone’s relief.  Things felt rushed and chaotic in the lead up to this weekend, but you figured that was always the case with weddings; it wasn’t like life could be paused, and fitting in all the extra work between other responsibilities was difficult.  Thankfully Maya’s parents could be relied upon for so much, and the place was perfect, food delicious, and venue set just right.

As the sun set, bathing the small field in orange and purple light, yawns were abound.

“Sweetie, we’re going to head back to our room now,” your mother said, her hand on your shoulder.  Your parents were staying at the other motel, just minutes down the road.

“Did you enjoy the sopes?” you asked, smiling as you rose out of your seat to give her a hug.

“So delicious, I haven’t had one in too long,” she sighed, licking her lips.

“Those beans are so good, huh?”

“Full of the good stuff, lard,” she added, and you both chuckled as you separated.  Your twin got up too to give hugs of goodbye, and you made your way towards your Dad, his back hunched in his wheelchair as he keenly observed the scene around him.

“How are you doing Dad?” you asked as you approached, leaning down to give him a hug.  His body was so stiff nowadays, it didn’t feel anything like it used to; hugging him was it’s own sort of sensation now, stilted but still so important to you.

“Good, fine,” he answered as he always did, your question really just a way of showing him you cared, even if you knew you’d never get an honest answer.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?”

“Oh yes, should be fun,” he lightly smiled, as much as the muscles of his face still let him.

“A little birdie told me the cake is going to be chocolate, so you’re in luck,” you smiled deviously, now grabbing onto his hand, letting it shake in yours.

“Ah, my favorite,” he said, attempting a chuckle.

“Okay dear, are you ready to head out?” your mom called as she walked your way, Micah in tow.

“Sure,” your Dad answered, letting you place his hand onto his lap gently.  “Oh, you tell San if he wants my old RPGs, they’re his.  I can send them with you next time you come visit.”

“Oh Dad, that’s really nice of you,” you answered, eyebrows turned up in admiration.  Now you knew what they’d been talking about earlier when the tables had first been set, and your dad called San over to ask him something while the rest of you fretted over tomorrow’s plans.

“Well, I can’t make use of them anymore,” he joked, again trying to smile.  “And neither of you two will use them, will you?”

“We somehow did not inherit the video game gene, unfortunately,” Micah responded.

“Probably for the best,” your Mom added, rifling through her purse to check for something before zipping it closed.  “Okay, goodnight everyone, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

You all wished them a goodnight too, before Micah started yawning as well, retiring to her room three doors down from yours after giving you a big hug.  She’d taken on extra shifts this week, now that she was finally working days and could handle it, but the adjustment was a challenge in and of itself.  Soon the whole field started clearing out, quite a few of Maya’s cousins and other family helping to clean up the area and ready the tables for the next day’s festivities, and you joined in for a moment, following their lead and helping where you could.

San sat lounging in his chair, even as everyone else bustled about and started to leave; being here was causing many thoughts to flood him, and there was relief in just letting them swirl in his head and eat at him.  It was the first time he’d seen your family again in all these years; he wasn’t sure what you’d told them, only knew that your mom was as overbearing with her praise as ever, and that your Dad seemed to genuinely respect him and appreciate his company.  Micah seemed pleased too, in her own way, that he was back.  He had no idea that it really was the difference in you that Micah was responding to, knowing that he’d caused it, that even though it had been so painful at the time, his departure from your life had been the catalyst for so much good.

You and your twin had been through change after change this past year, and though it could have been so easy to slowly grow apart and stop really talking, you didn’t let that happen.  When you visited your parents now you stayed with her in her apartment; she’d had one for years, but for some reason you’d both still stayed at your parent’s house in the living room when you came to the city.

It was habitual, and comfortable in a way, but not staying there anymore was one of those important boundaries you’d set; it allowed you both time with each other, time to process and deal with whatever new changes you were seeing.  Your Dad was only getting sicker, and your Mom was clearly struggling to cope with it; she wasn’t her best self in many ways, and you both knew that, as disappointing as it was.  You had much more capacity for understanding it now, and understanding Micah’s tempers too, knowing that she was the main person your mother relied upon, which wasn’t really fair.

You’d finally encouraged Micah to stand her own ground, and the relief of not always being the person your mother called when in crisis had helped her life improve immensely.  It was one of those patterns that had been established so long ago that she hardly could imagine a life without it.  But now that your mom had started going to therapy herself, and had a hospice team helping here and there with your Dad as needed, she didn’t need to rely on Micah so much.  It was a huge weight lifted, and for the first time in a while it seemed like your twin was living her life for herself.  Even she was finally dating again, and hanging out with a coworker she’d been friends with for years but never had the time to see on days off.

All of these changes showed in the body language of your family; everyone could tell that things were better, not just San, and no one needed a real explanation for it.  The hugs between you and Micah were longer and warmer, the look on your face when you gazed at your parents so much more caring.  It had taken losing San, of all things, for you to turn your life around, and that in and of itself could feel embarrassing; therapy had taught you not to think that way, though, to instead be simply thankful that you were spending your life in a better way now.

Parents.  Family.  It had always been a tough subject for you, one you dreaded talking about, one you avoided at all costs.  It was difficult to explain the true nature of just how severely your childhood had affected you; you’d never been without, always had food and shelter and the tools you needed, so it seemed strange to you that you’d always felt so uneasy.  You’d never had a lot, but you knew no one needed a lot to be happy; many of those with more money than you could dream of were miserable anyway, and some of the happiest people you knew were people who got by with very little.

What you didn’t understand back then was that without truly knowing yourself, you’d never be happy.  It didn’t matter what you had, what you’d accomplished, if you got the money or success or book deal of your dreams; none of it could make you happy if you didn’t dig down deep and rip open the part of you that always wanted to stay perfectly hidden.  The ugly underbelly of your heart was where the truth lied, buried underneath a myriad of complicated feelings: guilt and shame, panic, pain, self-importance, dissatisfaction, frustration, anger, fear.  It was what all kids take on when they’re young; the lie of life is to think that children are innocent, that they don’t understand the horrors happening around them.

You understood perfectly well.  Your Dad was sick at an age everyone thought was too young; your mom was forced to take care of an ailing husband far sooner than anyone thought she deserved; you and Micah had to raise yourselves, take care of your own feelings, not bother either of your parents with a single problem, because they truly didn’t have the time for you.

You’d both dealt with this differently; there was overlap in how closed off you were, but while Micah had taken a pragmatic and almost robotic approach to her life plans, you had fallen deep into the world of all things creative, needing the stories and songs and art to cope with the stresses you constantly felt.  You’d long regretted this, wished you could take yourself back to childhood and somehow reset your path to be just like your twin’s; there was plenty of cultural messaging to support that thought, but it wasn’t helpful, it wasn’t useful, and it wasn’t right.

Honest, that’s what you had to be.  With yourself, and with others, if you ever wanted to be happy.

“You feeling okay?” you asked San as you walked back to the table, still lounging comfortably in his fold-out chair.

“Yeah, just enjoying the breeze,” he sighed, looking around as you pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.  “You all finished cleaning up already?”

“Yeah, everyone’s heading inside,” you answered, wrapping yourself into a ball to fend off the chill in the air.

“You feeling okay?  Are you cold?”

“Yeah, a little,” you chuckled, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth.

“Wanna get up and walk for a moment?”

“Okay.”

You both slid out easily, San pushing in your chairs before you had the chance to yourself.  The field was nearly cleared out completely; each table was blank but a small vase in the middle, every chair pushed in, not a soul in close range.  The only people still visible were Tina and Maya, who had walked back to the small arch her mother had set up, decorated with an assortment of flowers she found in the trees behind the motel.  They were desert mountain flowers, not particularly bright or vibrant, but gorgeous in their simplicity, in the knowledge of how much they endured and how beautifully they still stood.

They held such meaning to you, seemed a perfect addition to the occasion; you were so excited for your best friend to get married beneath that beautiful little archway, her father-in-law  officiating the wedding.  Tina and Maya stood there talking a mile a minute, hands clasped together, smiles bright, barely visible in the waning sunset.

“How did Antin seem Wednesday at rehearsal?” San asked as you started moving, taking the little path that followed the perimeter of the field, walking past the lines of chairs set out for the next day’s ceremony.

“He seemed fine, why do you ask?”

“I just worry about him, I know he texted me that things are going well but I also know he gets really nervous and doesn’t want to show it,” he said, sighing slightly.

“He’s doing fine, I don’t think you need to worry about him,” you answered, hoping your words were reassuring.  “It’s always a tough thing to adjust to, a new directer.  If you think about it, it’s almost like getting an entirely new boss every few months.  Or having multiple at once, that are all asking different things from you.  It’s a lot to adjust to I think, honestly, I’m kind of thankful I’m not an actor.  It looks fun up on stage but it’s a bizarre world behind the scenes.”  

You knew the honesty might not be completely comforting, but you also felt this sense with him that withholding any thoughts was a bad idea.  As much as San wanted to protect Antin’s feelings, you wanted to protect San’s, but you knew that wasn’t how this worked.  You had to all trust each other, to believe that no matter what occurred, you would all be okay.

“I don’t know if he can handle harsh critiques, even if he says he can,” San added.

“He’s not getting harsh critiques, only copious amounts of praise.  Seriously, the director loves him, and I love him, he’s doing really well.  It’s just a hard play, the cast is so fucking huge.”  You’d neared the end of the field and turned the corner, now walking behind the entire set up for the wedding, your two friends still standing together under the little archway.  Your eyes flashed to them but you forced them away, not wanting to stare at what probably was a very special moment.  The last night they’d be simply fiancees, simply awaiting their inevitable union; your head shook involuntarily as you tried to process the change about to come, but you couldn’t.

“I just want everything to work out so that he can stay.”  The sentence left San’s lips with such weight that you stopped, placing a hand on his arm to stop him too.  The touch was such a surprise that he paused jerkily, looking to you.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, pulling it away.  “I just-“

“It’s okay,” he said, eyes softening, stepping closer to you again.

“I just wanted to comfort you, I can tell you’re worried about your friend, but we haven’t made any plans to change our agreement…”  Your eyes flicked over his entire body before moving to the trees behind him, knowing you’d need to broach this conversation now, because you were having this feeling now.

“What are you thinking about?” 

“I want to be able to hug you,” you replied, words whooshing out of you with satisfying relief.

“Then come here,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into the first hug you’d shared in months.  His warm body was a welcome comfort against the chilly air; you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, not squeezing but simply letting your body rest within his.

“I’m sorry that it’s still up in the air whether Antin can stay or not,” you said, rubbing your head against his chest subtly.

“It’s okay, it is what it is,” he answered, but the sigh that wracked through him was deep enough to shake his entire torso, and you could feel it all the way down to his gut.

“It’s not okay, you should always be able to live near your best friend,” you answered.  “Obviously that’s not how life works, but it’s valid if that’s upsetting to you.”

“It is upsetting.”  Gentle silence hung, but you knew it was a challenge for him to be this vulnerable, and you wanted to say something that would neither embarrass nor discourage him.

“It is,” you finally answered, parroting him.  “But you’ll be okay even if he has to move again.  You were okay before.  And you should enjoy the time you have with him now, and not worry about him so much.  He’s an adult, he can take care of himself.”

“But I want to make sure he’s here if I can,” San sighed.

“That’s not something you can control.”

“I wish it was,” he added, too quickly.

“I know Sannie, you wish you could control everything,” you chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension of his previous statement.

“For everyone’s benefit, not for some selfish gain,” he responded, sucking in a breath.

“I know, but it’s still not how life works.”

“I know, baby.”

That nickname had never left, not even as you’d put a moratorium on physical touch; you’d always be that to him, there was no getting away from it.  And as sweet as he meant it, as wholesome and kind as he was being, it always stoked something fiery within you. You giggled as he said it, at the word and also at his tone.  Therapy had turned you into quite the advice giver, and though you sometimes worried you were overbearing, for the most part your friends and family appreciated the wisdom you shared.  But San’s use of that word made it clear he was done with the serious conversation for now.

“Control is only okay in one context,” he laughed, and you shook your head and laughed with him, poking him slightly in the ribs.

“Don’t talk about that right now,” you pouted, the heat between you growing with a fierce speed, just at the mention of something suggestive.

“Why not?” he chuckled lowly, knowing exactly what was happening to you.  Though he respected your boundaries, he couldn’t help how fun it was to mess with you; the crinkle of your eyes as you fought your smiles, the warmth that radiated off you as you got lost in the feelings and fun, and forgot the heaviness of your worries.  When you laughed San found you grew wings, like you were flying on wind he was sending your way.

“Sannie,” you pouted again, laughing as you pushed away from him gently, hardly strong enough to actually put any distance between you.

“Sorry, I just like hearing you laugh,” he chuckled, loosening his grip, but not completely letting go.  Your left hand found a home against his his torso, able to feel the hard plane of it even through the layers of clothing.  His hoodie and sweats hung off of him comfortably, but there was nothing wholesome about the way your touch was making him feel; a simple hug didn’t need to feel so complicated, but it did when so much time had passed, when physical space had stood between you for so long.

It had allowed the mental walls to come down, just as you both needed.  

As you peered over your shoulder again you saw your two friends hadn’t moved from their spot, but Maya was now down on one knee as if she was proposing again, and Tina stood laughing and covering her face, tears surely forming in her eyes.  San’s gaze followed yours, Tina’s laughter carrying through the quiet night air.  It was so strange to feel such desire when witnessing something you’d never wanted; you’d had some level of confusion about this since the two got engaged, not sure why you were so damn excited if marriage was something you’d never really believed in.

In that moment, held in San’s arms and held by the guarantee that he’d always be honest with you, you finally understood.  They both had always wanted this, had wished to share this promise with someone special and share that someone special with their friends and family alike.  There was beauty in companionship that was so aligned in it’s goals, and that was what you envied slightly, what you truly wanted for yourself.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay if we never do that?” you asked San, watching as Maya stood up and captured Tina’s lips in a kiss, one that started sweet but grew deeper, more passionate, their hands grasping at each other’s faces before they fell into a tight hug.

“Yes, I’m sure, we’ve been over this,” San answered you, turning the two of you away to leave them their privacy, neither of you sure if they even knew you were here.

“But if your mind changes in the future, will you feel like you’ve wasted your time with me?” you added, staring into the blankness of the forest, holding onto him more tightly again.

“Who’s to say it won’t be you who changes your mind?”

“I guess that’s possible,” you sighed.  “But I just really don’t see it happening.”

“And either way, I won’t care,” he said, setting his head on top of yours and squeezing his arms around you.

“You’re sure, Sannie?”

“Yes I’m sure, it does’t matter to me now.  Life is too short, and marriage is not some end goal necessary for happiness, even if some people think it is.  I know that isn’t true.  I know I was quite slow in learning that lesson, but I finally have.”  The deep breath he let out made his whole body shudder, his voice low and grumbly in a way that was making your mind a bit fuzzy.  The words felt too good to be true, too; he was right, this conversation had happened several times over, your friend’s engagement making the subject front and center in your mind at almost all times.

“You don’t believe me still?” he asked, your thoughtful silence lasting longer than you realized.

“No, I do, it’s just…” you couldn’t find the words, there were too many you wished to condense into one succinct sentence, but you couldn’t find a way.  

“All I want is you, in whatever way I can have you,” he sighed, squeezing even tighter.  “I’m never fucking letting you go.”

“Sannie,” you giggled, face getting crushed under his bicep, your breathing cut off.

“Unless things are bad again between us, then we both need to step away,” he continued, the rational side of his brain kicking in.  “I really just want us both to be happy.”

“Me too,” you sighed, wriggling to get more comfortable in his grasp, your body finding this prolonged proximity intoxicating, so easy to fall back into his chest and arms and every inch of him.  “Sannie?”

“Hm?”

“I’m tired of our little boundary,” you sighed.

“You like hugging me again that much?” he joked.

“I do, don’t make fun,” you whined, craning your head up to look him in the eye.

“I do too,” he whispered, dropping any hint of humor from his tone, just smiling at you sweetly with those deep dimples, his eyes heavy even if he tried to keep them open.

“Can we say no more to the no touching rule?  It’s been like what, six months?  I think we’re in a spot now that we can handle it,” you sighed.

“You want to remove the rule completely?”

“Yes, completely,” you nodded, taking in a deep breath and looking at him with wide, sure eyes.

“Completely?” he asked again, fixing you with a similar gaze.  Though it was a genuine question, the implication of it made you break into a small giggle, looking away from him for a moment, your neck craning to the right.

“Yes,” you said once you’d recovered, looking back up to him with a wishful gaze.  It wasn’t long until he was moving into you more, his arms locking around your waist more sturdily, his gaze sharper and heavier than you had seen it in all these months since you started seeing him again.  He was moving slowly and with care, observing your reactions to him, making sure that your words were true, that you really wanted this.  It was clear in your body’s reaction, frankly had been clear for months now that you’d really wanted this, but were holding back for your own good, and for the sake of him too.  It had been a long time; six months was a crazy length to date someone without ever kissing, ever touching beyond a few hugs, especially when you'd already fucked countless times and knew just how good it always was.

His lips met yours with heat, and immediately the months of prolonged waiting and wishing were made completely worth it; he was soft and gentle against you at first, taking his time opening you up, the way he’d always liked to do.  He coaxed his lips along your’s gently, pulling back slightly to tell you to start parting your’s, using the soft brush of his tongue along your bottom lip to help you open even further.  His tongue on yours again sent immediate ripples of pleasure straight through you, landing in your core and stoking that fire that had been waiting to be set free for too long.

Your hands snaked under his hoodie and shirt as you let him devour you as he wanted to; he was heftier than he’d been before, the years apart spent in the gym working on himself, taking care of himself in the best way he could.  It was hard for you to comprehend the thicker layers of muscle you found; you’d seen it through shirts he’d worn in the summer but hadn’t touched it yet, didn’t understand how tough and sturdy it felt, yet all warm and inviting and comforting too.  San was tipping his head to the side, careful to avoid your glasses still balanced precariously on your nose; you hadn’t had the chance to kiss with them on yet, didn’t realize the ways you’d need to maneuver around them.  You reached a hand up to pull them off, holding them off to the side as you kissed him again, worried at any moment you might drop them and loose them in the darkness of the evening.

San could feel the tension enter your body in an instant; his own hands had started snaking under your hoodie and holding your back, feeling the muscles of your shoulder flexing hard as you held onto your glasses for dear life.

“Baby,” he huffed as he pulled back, breaking the kiss.  “Let’s go set those down inside.  In our room.”  He chuckled at the pout on your face, your body feeling like it was missing what it needed now that you weren’t so intensely connected.

“Sannie, I need you,” you whimpered, holding onto his arm for dear life as he started moving.  The need pooling between your legs was overwhelming to a point that your rational thoughts had left you, even if you were worried about your precious glasses too.  It had been an agonizing wait, and the relief that awaited you dangled in front of your nose, egging your body along in it’s growing arousal and neediness.

“You have me, I’m right here,” he huffed, grabbing the glasses out of your hand and folding them closed, holding them with the utmost care as you clung to his other arm.  “Come on, we have a bed in there, we can actually…”

You whined instead of completing his sentence, your mind flying with images of what was to come.

“Stop leaning on me like that,” he continued, his left shoulder working overtime to carry your weight along with him, as he made his way back towards the building.  “Come on, let me carry you.”

You whined in response, still clearly so deep into a lustful headspace that you couldn’t respond with words.

“Baby don’t leave me right now, come back to me,” he said, turning to face you and prop his free hand on the side of your face, so you had no choice but to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m here,” you pouted, sighing and coming back into the moment slowly.

“No leaving me tonight, I don’t want you doing that unless we’ve agreed, you know, we’re doing that…”  He trailed off with a soft smile and you were sure in the light of day you would have seen his cheeks flush.

“Yes, San,” you answered, head tilting down in slight embarrassment, but your eyes rose to meet his and you gazed through the top of your lashes longingly.

“Don’t look at me like th- you know what, just-“  He cut himself off by stepping towards you, leaning down to put his left shoulder against your hips and hoist you over his shoulder entirely.

“San!” you called out, giggling as you rag-dolled over him, his left hand holding onto your legs for balance and right hand gingerly carrying your glasses still.

“Have a good night!” San called to your friends as he passed by them, making quick work of the small path.

“You too!” Tina called back laughing, and you raised your head awkwardly to stick your tongue out at her, making her laugh more.  Distracted by the image of them you hadn’t noticed it, but as soon as you turned the corner and were walking down the concrete path that lined the front doors of the motel rooms, San’s hand against the back of your thigh was all you could think about.

It was so close to where you needed him, you were almost worried he’d start to feel how wet you’d become from that kiss by the woods.  As he came to your room he handed you the glasses back, reaching into his pocket for the key.  You had to work at concentrating enough not to drop them; you didn’t realize how thoroughly your body was buzzing with need when your brain had dropped so far, but now it was impossible to ignore.  Once inside he grabbed the glasses back from you without setting you down, placing them safely on the table in the corner before making for the bed, finally tossing you down on it and staring at you with labored breaths.

You were finally here again, watching him rip off his hoodie with so little effort, his t-shirt riding up and exposing the strongly muscled plane of his stomach.  As soon as his was off he was pulling at your’s too, and you were pulling at his shirt, and the two of you were a mess of arms and legs and giggles, your hoodie getting stuck on your hair and making you yelp.

“Sorry, your hair is so much longer now,” San laughed, pulling back to help you untangle yourself gently and without pain.

“So is yours,” you huffed in response, grabbing onto it once your hoodie was off and giving it a slight tug.

“You like it?” 

“Yeah, it looks really good,” you smiled, pulling him into a kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hips coming flush with yours.  “You should get an undercut, it would look so cool.”

“Yeah?”  He rolled his hips into yours as he said it, placing his mouth on your neck and kissing there, hard.

“Yeah,” you moaned, making him chuckle into your skin, moving up your neck further until he was at your ear, winding his tongue around the small ring that sat in your lobe.  It only made you moan louder, the feeling going straight to your head; it was going to be hard to stay as present as he wanted you, when all your body wanted to do was completely let go and give in.  But you understood why he’d said it, and now that he had you wouldn’t disobey; it had been so long since you’d done this, and he needed to know that you wanted it, that you weren’t lying, that this was a decision made of sound body and sound mind.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said as he pulled back and got a good look at you, using the opportunity to begin pulling at your little sweater and tugging it off.  There was nothing underneath, he had noticed it all day and fought with himself not to stare.  It had been like this all these months; you still often went without them, and still wore so many of the articles of clothing he remembered ripping off of you.  It had truly been a test of his will, and he honestly couldn’t be more proud of how well he’d resisted his urges.

Many nights had been spent with his cock in his hand, but it had been enough.  It had been enough, then.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he sighed as he flicked his tongue around your right nipple, and it pebbled immediately under his touch, his lips moving to suck gently.  You threw your head back in pleasure, forgetting just how good this felt and how well his body knew yours.  His mouth was like a ballerina, trained and precise in it’s movements, never faltering once; he moved to your other nipple swiftly, and that one hardened too, your legs and arms clasping him harder.

“Sannie,” you whined, not sure why you did.

“What baby?” he asked, pulling off of you to kiss down your chest and tummy further, moving his hands to the waist of your shorts and starting to pull.  You mumbled in response but it was unclear, your brain fighting with you.  “What is it, talk to me.”

“I can’t, I-“  You cut yourself off with a sharp breath, one that made San stop himself.

“Something’s wrong,” he said, not a hint of a question in his tone.

“No, no,” you sighed, holding onto his head, pulling yourself up to be more normally seated.

“Yes,” he replied, knowing.

“I just can’t stay… here…”  You gestured around, hand swirling to refer to the room; your breathing was already ragged somehow, and you could feel your pulse in your fingers and toes.

“What can I do?”

“Just, talk to me, I don’t know, just don’t shut up,” you mumbled, head braced against his shoulder, needing shooting through you so severely you could feel the comforter growing wet beneath you.

“Is it hard to believe this is actually happening?” he asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded against him.

“Come here, look at me,” he said, taking your head in his hands and holding your gazes level. “I feel that way too, but it is, we’re here, we’re doing this.”  You just nodded with a slight pout, your eyes so glazed and cheeks so flushed that San thought he might come on the spot.  “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“I need it,” you cried, the words coming out ragged.

“Then you’ll have it baby, whatever you want.  Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” you mumbled, reaching forward to pull at San’s own shorts.  He laughed hard in response, but helped you tug them down, stepping onto the floor again to reveal himself entirely.  You salivated immediately, stumbling forward to drop to your knees, your shorts still awkwardly holding your thighs together and your back slumping against the side of the bed. 

“Baby, come on,” he said, lifting you up a moment to help you pull your shorts off, and now you were naked like him and completely exposed, the first time in months, the first time in years, and you were both older and thicker and stronger, and it made the room feel heavy with heat.

“I wanna taste you,” you pouted, dropping to your knees again as soon as you had the chance.

“Come here then,” he said, holding the back of your head gently, snaking his hand trough your hair.  He moved his aching, leaking cock in front of your face, waiting for your lips to open to push it towards you further.  You immediately grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand, licking the underside of his tip while looking up, needing to see the reaction.  His cheeks were flushed like yours but his eyes were sharper, and from below the giant mass of his shoulders was almost too much to bear.  He hissed when you finally made contact, face scrunching in pleasure, the hand on your head steady but not pushing.

There was a reverent quality to what you were doing; you weren’t sure where it had come from, this desire to suck him off, you’d never really done this much and never really liked to, but the need had come over you and nothing felt better than kneeling here in front of him and taking all of his thick length that you could.  He felt bigger than you remembered; these past years you’d been certain you had always overblown his size, that it was the inaccuracy of memory that gave you the impression that he was unbelievably large.  You’d often giggled to yourself at night, both desire and pain squeezing your heart, touching yourself in nostalgia for what had been.  But here in front of him you knew your memories had not lied; it seemed like he’d gotten even bigger, that every part of him had.

“You wanna be good for me tonight?” he asked, softly brushing hair out of your face as you kept working yourself up and down on him, covering his entire length in a thick trail of spit.  You nodded at his question, eyes flashing open to meet his again, before they shut as you gagged on him fully.  “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, involuntarily.  “I want you to be good for me too baby, do what I say.”

“Yes, San,” you answered him, popping off for a moment.

“Good girl,” he replied, a scene starting to unfold, but one that wasn’t laced with a dark intense control, just a subtle one.  It was the only way you’d stay present as he wanted, he realized that moments ago when you whined in frustration; he certainly didn’t mind it, if it meant he got what he wanted, got to have you here and present and looking in his eyes as he made you feel good.

With a gentle nudge he pulled your head back towards him, and you took him down your throat as far as you could, bobbing on him while staring up, tears and droll starting to fall down your face as you tried desperately to breath through your nose.  The look on his face, equal parts loving and lustful, was so enthralling it egged you on further; no one had ever looked at you like that, and no one else ever would, you were sure of it.

“Fuck, baby, stop for me,” he sighed, holding onto your head as he pulled out, breath hitching when you sucked hard on his tip one final time.  “I’m gonna cum all over your face if you keep doing that.”  You giggled and stared up with a bright smile, your eyes heavy.  “Maybe you want that,” he chuckled, and you nodded, still smiling.  “Okay, you will get what you want, but first I get what I want.”

You nodded and stood, his hands holding under your arms to help you.  He was quick to capture you in a kiss again, a deep one with his tongue in your mouth, like he was staking his claim on it.  One hand was around your back and one was behind your head, holding you to him as you arched back a bit, the ease of the movement making it clear just how much stronger he’d gotten.  Your head went fuzzy again at the thought, and you ran your hands over his chest and arms to feel the taught muscle, then ran them down along his abs and felt the clear lines between them all.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, unbelievably cocky for him, and your head spun.

“Yeah, you’ve gotten so big,” you sighed, his lips back on yours in a second, a dark chuckle escaping the back of his throat.  It was about the best thing he could hear, making his cock twitch against your leg, your bodies involuntarily bucking against each other, finding any bit of pleasure they could.

“And you’ve gotten so fucking curvy, fuck,” he sighed, landing a smack against your ass, making you yelp and jump into him.  He laughed, turning you around and bending you over the bed, pushing you forward so you were forced to crawl on to all fours, your ass sticking high in the air in front of him.  He kneeled down and licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, reveling in the taste and groaning into you, the vibration echoing through your core.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” he sighed, dipping in for more, sucking hard on your clit and making you yelp again, chuckling lowly at it.  It was a rush of power to be doing this again, for the wall to finally be down and your body free to be used, to be touched, to be tortured.  He didn’t want to do that tonight, not yet, he wanted this to be sweet and wholesome and full of emotion, but you two just never seemed to be able to achieve that; you were too freaky for that, not intentionally but inherently, and it always came out in these moments no matter what San thought he’d be able to avoid.

With swift circles around your clit he had you moaning in seconds, your hips pushing into his face to chase further pleasure.  His nose was pushing into your entrance and had you whimpering at that possibility of being filled completely, that way that only he ever had, that way that you cousin’t achieve yourself no matter how hard you tried.  The angle was just never right, and nothing felt hot and heavy inside you the way his cock did; you salivated at the thought as he sucked harder, your clit so alight in pleasure you almost blacked out, your moans turning pathetic and loud.

“Fuck baby I gotta fuck you,” San groaned at the sound, so turned on and so hard he felt like was going to explode.  He could hold out for a long time, something he had always been quite proud of, but sometimes in moments with you he was so overcome that he couldn’t; he really didn’t want that to be today, not when this was the first time in so long that you finally were letting him in like this.  But even if he wanted to make you cum enough times that you lost count, he also was so hard he couldn’t stop himself, needing his own pleasure too, needing to feel you squeezing down around him.  He pulled back from your pussy with a pop, lining himself up quick and thrusting in hard, your arms falling out beneath you as your shoulders hit the bed.

“You feel so fucking good, fuck,” he groaned again, and you whined and mewled and went completely incoherent at it, the rough tone making you feel like prey, like you were his and only his, like you’d forced him to hold back from this pleasure he deserved for too long.  Now he was taking it and making you pay, the thrusts so strong they were both pleasing and painful, but you loved it more than anything and needed it harder even, wanted him to pound into you as hard as he possibly could.

“Harder, harder,” you managed to squeak out, mouth muffled against the comforter, as you tried not to completely scream your head off and make everyone in the motel aware of your current position.

“Harder?  Are you sure baby?” San asked above you.

“Please, please,” you whined, arching further, looking back at him with tear-stained eyes full of want.

“Fuck, my crazy girl,” he sighed, gripping your hips to snap harder, hitting a spot so deep and perfect that with seconds you were coming undone, squeezing down on him as your thighs shook uncontrollably.  “Baby, baby, fuck, ahh, you’re squeezing me so hard,” San hissed through gritted teeth, maintaining his pace and the pleasure he was getting from it.  He didn’t let up until he could tell the aftershocks were hitting you; he pulled out quickly, flipped you over, and fell into your arms, locking you in a deep kiss before pulling back to find your cunt again.

“Need to see your beautiful face,” he groaned as he pushed back in, so close himself, using every bit of strength not to cum just yet.  He threw your legs over his shoulders and held onto them tight, loving how your face twisted up and your mouth went agape with all the pleasure you were feeling.  “You like that baby?” he asked after another sharp snap of his hips, your legs starting to shake again, your body buzzing.

“Yes Sannie, yes,” you mumbled, holding onto him, grabbing for any bit of skin you could find.  “I’m gonna cum again,” you cried, eyes squeezed shut, cunt so sensitive that you felt like you hadn’t even come down from your last orgasm before this one started blooming.  Waves of pleasure washed over you; you had no recollection of feeling this way in your life, something about it was so deep and intense that you wanted to scream, and San could sense it in a heartbeat and put a hand over your mouth as you came around him again, your entire body convulsing.

“Breathe baby, breathe,” he said as he helped you through it, releasing his hand and stroking it down your cheek comfortingly, even as he continued to thrust hard.  “You still want me to cum on your face?”

“Please,” you managed, opening your eyes enough to pout at him directly.  Your body was spent but your mind still desired the sensation of it, and you found yourself pushing up and stumbling to the ground even as the muscles of your legs still shock and spasmed.

“Fuck, baby, careful,” San said, his cock popping out of you with a loud squelch and ripping the orgasm about to wash over him away.  But he knew with just a few more strokes he’d be done for; this whole turn of events had been overwhelming in the best way, his nerves on fire, his body feeling super charged.  He helped you to your knees gently and then stood up above you, starting to stroke his red and leaking cock, holding it just inches from your face.  Your tongue lolled out of your mouth at the sight, and you managed to reach forward and actually lick him, right as his orgasm hit and the ropes of cum starting pouring out, painting your tongue completely, and your cheeks and nose and forehead too.

“Holy fuck, shit baby, ah,” San groaned above you, his eyebrows pulled together in an almost pained look, the ecstasy he was feeling so severe it was almost blinding.  In the years you had been together he’d only done this a handful of times, and though there were so many ways he loved to cum when he was with you, something about the slightly degrading nature of it in this moment felt so perfectly representative of everything that had changed.

You sat staring up at him, breathing deep once you’d swallowed what you could, wiping more of him from your cheek and licking your finger clean.  San’s muscled chest heaved up and down as he tried to steady himself, his legs feeling weak and shaky now, causing him to sink to the ground too.  He brushed a hair out of your face that was stuck to your lips, chuckling at the dirty image in front of him, and the pleased look on your face.

“You like that?” he asked, finally, the moment stretching in a perfectly comfortable way.

“Mmhm,” you chuckled, scooting over to him and climbing on his lap, peppering wet sticky kisses all over every bit of his body you could reach.  His hold of you was strong and firm and indicated all of the intense feelings he was having; you were his again, in every way now, and though it had been kind of rough and far from wholesome, his heart was swelling with love at the thought of what you’d just done.

The trust was there now, for both of you; there was no further need for the strict boundary, because everything that needed to be said had been spoken, and seemingly every problem had been resolved.  He knew that nothing was ever perfect, and there was sure to be issues in the future, confusion or disagreements to resolve.  But now he was positive that between you the skills existed, that words could resolve every issue, that no longer would you get buried in each other and so codependent, using sex as a distraction to cover any bit of uncomfortable emotion.

It was different, this time; he felt it as you both cuddled in bed, as you showered together in comfortable silence, as you spoke softly of the day to come as the night wound to a close.  Sex between you now was all about connection, and for the first time in his life he understood why some people spoke of kinky acts with such reverence; to be so deeply entrusted to someone that you let them throw you around, hurt you, take control of you body entirely, was a remarkable thing, something only achieved through the upmost emotional maturity.  

Now, that maturity existed between you.  Everything else in life could ride on it, could thrive on it, and he no longer had to worry at all.

“Good morning sweet pea!” you called through the half-opened door, Maya’s mound of curly hair just visible, hanging off the corner of the bed.

“Too early,” Tina groaned as you entered their room, ten on the dot, the time you’d agreed upon.  Maya laughed, pushing the covers off of herself and sitting up, yawning deeply as she stretched.

“You two up late last night?” you asked her, closing the door quietly and walking towards them.  Maya just nodded, her smirk letting you know all you needed to.  They’d always been like this and you expected nothing less; you were certain tonight would be hours of fucking if all went to plan today.

“Baby, you told her to come this early, come on,” Maya sighed, but her tone was sweet and she smiled brightly as she rolled over to her soon to be wife, running a hand through her hair softly.

“This is not the day to sleep in and be late to your plans Ti,” you added, chuckling.

“I know, just give me a fucking second,” she mumbled, pulling her pillow over her head.  You and Maya erupted in laughter; how funny it was that even on this big day Tina was struggling to stay on schedule, her old habits dying hard.

“I brought you coffee,” you offered.

“Oh thank fucking god,” she sighed, finally pushing herself up, sticking out a hand before even opening her eyes.  Maya pushed up too and gave her a hug and kiss, before standing and grabbing her phone and keys.

“Well I’ll be off, see you in a few hours,” she said, giving you a hug too, then leaving.  This morning they’d agreed to be as separate as possible, wanting to be surprised by whatever the other was wearing.  You couldn’t wait to see their faces and inevitable tears of joy; you knew you’d be joining in on the waterworks, you’d warned everyone already and had water-proof mascara along for that very reason.

“You ready for today Ti?” you asked once it was just you two, sitting on the bed in front of her, watching her hungrily sip at the warm drink in her hands.

“I think so,” she chuckled, sighing.

“You nervous?”

“Well, yeah,” she mumbled.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just am.  There’s been so much buildup, so much shit going on, if something goes wrong it’ll feel like all that work was for nothing,” she said, lips turning down slightly in a pout.

“I will make sure nothing goes wrong, that’s why I’m here babe,” you smiled, grabbing her hands and pulling them into her lap.  “You just focus on having fun today and enjoying yourself.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best,” she answered, a small smile forming on her lips.

It was only thirty minutes later that the rest of the bridesmaids arrived; Sasha and Bibi brought her dress, carefully carrying it between them in a huge black garment bag.  Sasha’s huge makeup bag was slung over one of her shoulders, and you quickly ran back to your room to grab the supplies you needed to do Tina’s hair, having forgotten them in the morning.

When you entered your room San was just stirring; your alarm had woken him earlier, but he was tired and it was the weekend, so he let himself sleep more.  His long hair was laying messily over his face, and the low grumble he let out as he stretched was too beautiful a sound to ignore; you stumbled over to the bed, sat next to him and leaned down to pepper kisses over his cheeks, making him grab onto you and actually kiss you.  He hadn’t said a word yet this morning, hadn’t done hardly anything but yawn and roll over; kissing you first thing was the best start to the day, something he could surely get used to.

“Why are you here?” he asked, running a hand through his hair and yawning.

“Forgot my curling iron and hairspray and bobby pins, and… yeah basically everything I need,” you laughed, looking towards the small vanity in the corner of the room where you’d laid everything out the day before.

“Cause you’re too excited?” San asked, pushing up to his elbows.

“I guess so,” you chuckled, brushing away hair that had again fallen in his eyes.

“I really need to get it cut, goddamn.”

“No please don’t, I love it so much,” you pouted, running your hands through it, tugging slightly on his roots.

“You just like doing that,” he murmured, his eyes closing again as his voice dropped.

“Maybe,” you giggled, doing it again, slightly harder.

“Are you trying to make me hard?”

“No, I-“

He cut you off by grabbing you, his body suddenly alight in energy even though the remnants of sleep were still in his eyes.  Pinning you to the bed he kissed you hard, moving to your cheek and your neck, your laughter building the whole time as your body tried to recover from the surprise of his movements.

“You think it’s funny to make me hard first thing in the morning?” he asked through labored breaths, but he was laughing too, his dimples popping in that way that always made your heart ache.

“Sannie,” you sighed, staring into his eyes mere inches from yours, before kissing him again, softly.

“I know you need to get back to her, I just had to do that,” he chuckled, sitting back on his knees, helping you up.  You could see through his sweats that he was in fact hard, and you looked at his bulge rather pathetically; you felt bad he’d have to deal with it himself this morning, the whole day stacked with plans, not a chance for you to help him.

“Stop looking like that, I can handle myself for a day,” he chuckled.  “What’s a day when I lasted six months?”

You snorted, slapping his shoulder playfully and dipping your head in what almost felt like embarrassment; you weren’t sure why, but now that things were changing and that period of celibacy was behind you, it already was starting to feel sort of ridiculous.

Ridiculous, but needed.  The time that had allowed things to blossom again, to regrow, stronger, healthier, with deeper roots.  There was no breaking your bond now, not with how gracefully and intentionally it had been repaired.

“Go, don’t be late.  I’ll see you later,” he smiled, kissing you once more before moving off the bed, allowing you to do the same.  You quickly scrambled to grab your things, heading back out the door and jogging the twelve feet next door, the entire room already a tornado when you returned.

“What took you so long, miss thing?” Sasha asked as soon as you entered, already starting on Tina’s face makeup, the group of you wanting all the time in the world to get this perfectly right.

“Oh nothing, just San was up, so…”  You gestured with your hands as if they explained anything, fighting a smile forming on your lips.

“Did something happen last night?” Tina asked, and immediately your eyes snapped up, feeling like she’d read your mind.

“How could you tell?”

“Last night he was carrying you over his shoulder,” she laughed, forcing Sasha to pull back her sponge for a moment.

“Yeah?”

“And we saw you guys kissing,” she continued.

“Oh, well, shit, I didn’t think y’all even knew we were there,” you snorted, and the entire room’s eyes were on you, shocked by everything Tina had just said, knowing all about your agreement with San.

“So you guys are done with your no touching rule?” Micah asked, starting to apply her own makeup in her tiny portable mirror propped up on the bed.

“Yeah,” you smiled, and the entire room started cheering, making you cover your face and groan a bit.  

“I feel like you all are more excited than me,” you laughed, shaking your head at each one of them.  “This day is about Tina, too, I don’t want to overshadow that.”

“You won’t mija, but this is such good news!” Bibi responded, everyone nodding in agreement.  “Felicidades y lo mejor.”

“Gracias Bibi,” you replied, smiling genuinely, finally organizing yourself enough to start working on Tina’s hair.  You sidled up behind her, plugging the curling iron into the wall, before getting to work sectioning off her hair and clipping it up.  The room fell into a steady lull of meticulous work, and as you finished curling the bottom section of her hair, Tina finally spoke.

“So, did you fuck last night, or what?”

“Titi,” you laughed, nearly burning yourself in the process.  “I have a very hot weapon in my hand right now.”  You mimicked hitting her with it which made her jump a tiny bit, Sasha scolding your for messing around and almost messing her up, too.

“So you did,” Tina laughed, reaching back her hand to try and poke you.

“Yeah, yeah we did,” you mumbled, laughing as Sasha howled, your twin completely crumbling in laughter, having not experienced the many funny voices and faces of your hilarious coworker.

It took many hours of meticulous work, but eventually as the afternoon wore on you’d all transformed Tina into the bride of her dreams, her hair curled and fluffy, her makeup soft but not subtle, her dress so perfectly fitted she looked like a Disney princess.  She’d gone with a sleeveless option, the new tattoo on her right upper arm visible, the bottom of the dress flowing and huge like her hair, covering the dainty white heels she was wearing.  After scarfing down some food, you all made final adjustments to your own hair and makeup, having worked in shifts helping each other, doing whatever you felt looked good in the moment.  Tina and Maya hadn’t requested anything perfectly coordinated, just wanted you all there and feeling your best, happy smiles on your faces.  It was easy to fulfill their wish when the day had been so pleasant already, elation and joy filling the air as you all slipped into your dresses and made final touches to your faces.

You waited for the text from Tina’s mom that everyone was ready, then waited just outside the door for her to walk over and take Tina’s arm in hers.  The four of you made your way to the small ring of trees being used as a sort of backstage area, then lined up with the four groomsmen, and finally walked your way up the aisle, a small group of local musicians alighting the air with the atmosphere of dreams.

Maya looked sharp and stunning in her suit, just as you’d expected, and as you walked past her you smiled giddily, so excited to see her reaction to the masterpiece that was your best friend in her white dress.  As you all lined up either side of the arch, the music stopped, then swelled, and a new song was started; the song, the predictable one, the one Tina had requested specifically.  She’d always loved Mendelssohn’s Wedding March in C Major, as cheesy as it was; she had always dreamed of this day, and that song was always the soundtrack of all those dreams, a lullaby of future hope and happiness.

And as she turned the corner, as every head in the seats craned backwards, you focused your eyes on her partner, on the one who had made this dream come true for her.  Maya’s eyes were glassy with tears and she did a remarkable job holding them in, taking deep breaths to help steady her nerves.  Tina was also on the brink of tears, but doing a far worse job of hiding it; you saw one slip down her cheek as she neared the little arch, and Maya reached up to brush it free from her cheek, whispering something.

Your eyes scanned back over the rows of loved ones, catching on your mom, your dad, and then San, sat comfortably with your parents and smiling widely.  As Maya’s father commenced the ceremony everyone fell quiet, his wavering sing-song voice filling the air, but you weren’t making out any words, only the soft hum of them.  Your eyes were stuck on that beautiful handsome face; his deep brown eyes, his dimples, his hair falling slightly in front of his right eye. 

There he was, the love of your life.  In his eyes was the promise of love to come, of true companionship, and the proof that you’d changed, you’d grown, that you were so much better now.  Tina and Maya kissed, the rows of smiling people clapped and cheered, tears sprang in your eyes, and life felt about as right as it could.

(the end)

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a/n pt. 2: as with my last series, it's truly blowing my mind that I even made it here. this series challenged me in many ways, I felt extremely unsure after finishing part 5 if I'd even be able to write the rest. I feel so proud that I found a way to do it, that I pushed on, and I can't thank you all enough for the response I've gotten.

the asks I've received about this story have absolutely blown my mind. to know so many of you have connected with the story and care so much about these two characters like I do is a spellbinding thought. if you ever have left comments, reblogs, or asks for me, know that I absolutely adore you and I think about your words often. feedback is what every author craves, and I feel so lucky to have received such kind words from you all.

tomorrow will be my one year anniversary of writing and posting fics on here, and to think back now at how much has changed, it's honestly hard to comprehend. though I don't struggle with romantic relationships the way our mc in this story does, there are always hurdles we face in life that seem incomprehensible at the time, that often we are hardly aware of. I hope that in the coming years I can go on a journey similar to hers, and I hope that you all can as well. know that you deserve love, good and healthy love, without pain or confusion or fear. not just form others, but from yourself as well.

I love you all to pieces. thank you for everything <33333

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Everything you need to know about your future spouse right now

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Hey, thank you so much for choosing my reading.

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🤎Pile 1 - the Violine🤎

Cards: Empress, moon, sun, page of pentacles, knight of wands, world, devil, chariot, seven of cups, three of pentacles

Hello Pile, 1, let’s take a look into your reading:

This group must deal with a karmic partner before they meet your future spouse. This is most likely a person you already know and have been in some type of relationship/situationship with.

This person could seem to be like the perfect partner in the beginning. Extrovert, open, charming, and treating you like the empress, practically worshipping the ground you are walking on. But this person has some type of duality to them, switching between the sun and the devil. And you already know about this. You probably have lots of anxiety, sometimes feeling that this person seems too good to be true while you know exactly that something is very off with the person. My mind went extremely foggy as I write this, and it gets really hard to even concentrate.

With this person it can be that you are living in some type of illusion, only trying to see the positive while the devil himself is speaking to you as soon as they open their mouth. This person might be overly obsessed with material goods (some may even be gold diggers?)

So, this is either a person you are currently involved with or someone you have already parted ways with. For most of you I don’t see this to be a person that is coming into your life in the future.

If the first case applies to your situation, you know exactly what you should do, cause this person is not YOUR person. Your person will fit you like a glove in all the best way possible.

If you have already split ways with this person all you need it to be patient and make sure, that this person stays in the past where they belong. To every one of you who thought about calling them up again – this is your sign to definitely not do this!

Pile 1, you basically can do nothing but be patient and believe that everything will be happen at divine timing.

I wish you the very best💕.

Signs that this reading is for you: red car, violins, party in the USA by Miley Cyrus, steven and taylor from TSITP (specifically their dance scene), water parks, thinking about getting your car checked, a football, yellow smileys, savoy cabbage, telephone by lady gaga, Naya Rivera, Kurt Hummel

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💛Pile 2 - the letters💛

Cards: the fool, knight of cups, knight of pentacles, page of swords, 8 of wands, two of wands, tower, ten of wands, 5 of wands Hello pile 2, let’s dive deep into your reading.

First of all, your future spouse is an entirely new person to you. Might be someone who lives currently at a distance from your and/or someone you might meet on vacation or while moving abroad. With the 8 of wands your person may be come into your life as a huge surprise, fully out of the blue when you least expect it.

I also got the feeling that this might be happen way sooner than you think right now. For the ones of you (this is not for everybody) who are currently manifesting their FS, congratulations your manifestations work out perfectly. But please try to obsess about this person a little less ;) the Universe will deliver your FS on divine timing.

Either you or your future partner (or the both of you) is not very experienced regarding long term relationships, even though I rather feel that this is about your FS. This does not mean that they have never dated someone before you, but simply that they never had a relationship where they were really vulnerable at open with the other party. Your person comes off as someone who seems rather harsh with their words, you may often feel criticized by them even though they did not intend to deliver their words this way. Your Fs may was an equestrian when they were in elementary / middle school.

This person has had their fair share of traumatic experiences which shaped them the way they are, coming of as harsh and rude in order to protect themselves. It’s literally giving “looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll”. Aww, pile 2, your person really is a softie deep down, but you will have to peel them like an onion, to really get to know this layer of your person. This person felt misunderstood in their early years a lot.

I also get kind of prince charming /Disney vibes from them. Like someone who loves to play knight in shining armour and your savior. It will be really important to your person that you make them feel like they are the only one for you. As soon as they have the feeling you might be entertaining someone else, they will be leaving. Really insecure at heart.

They might be having some tattoos, but nothing spontaneous since it feels like your person is not the risky type. Every tattoo they have has some type of meaning for them (but others may not really get it). Most of these tattoos are on their arms and legs. Motive wise they tend to get for animal motives (butterfly, dolphins, tigers are the images that popped up in my head).

There might be an age gap between the two of you but nothing to wild (probably 5 to 10 years at max)

The energy of this reading was by far my most favorite one, since everything felt so calm and kinda set but also really passionate at the same time ;)

Hope you enjoyed your reading, Pile 2, wish you all the best.

Signs that this message is for you: smoothies, plums, random noises, orange, emergency lights, whats app group chats, “papa was a rolling stone”, baby blue cars with a white roof, moustache, travis kelce, caterpillar, rainbow, you could be part of the LGBTQ+ community, cardigan, your sister offering something to you, light car accidents,

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🩶Pile 3- the chess🩶

Cards: the fool, page of cups, tower, ace of wands, 5 of wands, the emperor, justice, 8 of pentacles, 5 of cups, the chariot.

Hello pile 3, let’s start with some basic things about your future spouse before we dive into your relationship dynamic :)

The very first thing I heard about your future spouse is, that this is an entirely new person to you. I don’t know if you have watched pretty little liars, but your future spouse is giving me major Toby Cavanaugh vibes (if you haven’t watched the show, I suggest you look up the character online).

It could also be that your FS is be a Cop or a craftsman (might not apply for everyone). With the emperor card coming out for you, it also seems like your future spouse is someone stable and/or financially well off.

So, let’s get a deeper look in your dynamic as a couple: As written above, your future things are someone with a pleasant amount of money – so get ready to be spoiled ;) gift giving is probably their love language, but I see them rather making you the gifts by themselves than spending money of jewelry or perfume or something like this. It is more like Toby gifting Spencer the chair he has built for her.

Ya’ll are going to be a very happy couple; I saw lots of pink tones which means you could still be wearing your rose-colored glasses after years being of being with each other. You could also love spending time near large water bodies (at the beach, on a boat or you are going to live in a city near the ocean or a famous lake with them).

I did not get that much on your relationship dynamic itself, but I got an important warning for you: with the tower card and the 5 of cups you will need to leave your past completely behind to make your relationship work. Crying and reminiscing about ex-lovers, past situationships or anything of that kind will highly exacerbate your future with your FS.

At some point (could be at the beginning of your Relationship or in the middle if you still are with one foot in the past at that point), there will be a tower moment because of your past, which will lead to you making the choice to fully close these chapters and focus on your new partner (since I did not get any cards that suggest that you will break up, I believe that there won’t be a break up or partially split because of this tower moment) The two of you are each other’s end game, and your future spouse is your promised new opportunity of finding the love and luck you deserve.

I wish you all the best, pile 3. You totally got this.

Signs that this message is for you: black cat, game of thrones (especially the iron throne), the colors green and pink, 999, sunscreen (SPF 50+), color red, dried flowers, circles, “to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered”, Rhysand from Acotar, Ben Barnes, pumpkin spice late, cheddar cheese, sunflower, compass, chess game

[pixiecactus]

there's something to be said about the fact that arya has been told time and time again that her looks and personality are not satisfactory enough to be a lady of a great house. how the willful part of herself has to be erased completely for her to be successfully introduced to westerosi society. she has an enormous difficult time trying to conform and is deemed a failure by her educator.

(fuck you, septa mordane! and also why catelyn never put two and two together over the fact that arya only failed the septa's lessons and not with the other educators when said woman talked only shit about her child; she just went alongside the septa... no wonder that your own child thinks that you won't love her if she happens to be dirty and with her hair messy and tangled enough, catelyn! she thinks that she needs to be deserving of your motherly love. it gets worse; poor arya was so desperately convinced that her mother wouldn't want her back that she accidentally pulled off sections of her own hair trying to comb her badly cut hair. that's a deeply distressed child and it breaks my heart everytime i think about it... as a reader, i know that you loved all of your children, but for fuck's sake, catelyn, you let it get this way for long enough time)

how it's completely insane that arya did never knew how different northern ladies are from their southern counterparts and how she happens to fit perfectly with the former. ned and catelyn went: "southern is the only way to go" in respect to the girls education and called it a day, really.

(my petty ass really wants to write: "ned stark and catelyn tully were really the most southern people living in the north" and "that's what being fostered in the south does to a northern mf")

but even when we have all of this messing up arya's sense of self-worth and self-esteem to a great extent. we still have some of arya's brothers being the biggest arya's supporters that had ever lived in westeros.

said brothers that when they happen to like or admire a girl, they can't help themselves to compare her to their beloved sister arya.

we saw it with jon and ygritte, and with bran and meera, and we could even make the case of rickon with his motherly figure osha if we had more info. and all of them are northern women that didn't get a southern education.

how the stark brothers (yes, jon is included in this group) really love arya for who she already is, to the point that they want to surround themselves with girls/women with a similar enough personality, and that for me is one of the biggest compliments you can give to a person.

also if this post of mine claiming that i can't give catelyn a pass due her treatment of arya, makes people say that i'm misogynist so be it, i'm over it... i was once a child in arya's position with a parental figure that favoured another child, and always made comparisons between us, that made me feel awful, and to this day whenever this person talks to me to let me know that they care about me, and they love me i can't help myself to think that they only do it because they pity me and what became of me and that's a fear and hurt that will never leave me and how this could also be the case for arya growing up since catelyn is dead and lady stoneheart is mostly an embodiment of revenge (i realize that this could imply that this parental figure is transphobic, and meanwhile i have to say that they most probably are since i grew up in a conservative family, they don't know that i've transitioned and i will never tell them either)

[soleminisanction]

I've always really liked DC's in-house choice of referring to their various superhero groupings as "families," but it has gotten a little frustrating recently with people both in canon and in fandom seeming to forget that families aren't just a parental-unit-and-kids formation. They're complicated, and a lot of the DC families are too messy to fit into that neat little nuclear family mode.

Which is to say... here's some scattered thoughts/summaries about how these families are actually structured in canon, because I think it's interesting:

Supers -- The smaller, more traditional Superfamily (Clark, Lois, Kara, Kon, etc.) is a pretty traditional Midwestern nuclear family, with Jimmy Olsen filling the role of close family friend/goofy neighbor sidekick (in the Silver Age, he was Kara's would-be suitor) and Steel feeling more like part of Clark's personal circle of friends. The recent line up, though, with Jon, the twins, Kong and Nat? Starts to feel more like some old dynasty or noble house, complete with fostered foundlings and the Steels acting almost like knights under a noble's banner, possibly reflective of what the House of El would have been on Krypton.

Arrows -- Might currently be the closet to a traditional nuclear family structure. You've got Ollie and Dinah, their younger sisters, Ollie's adopted and biological children, and Ollie's granddaughter through Roy, plus by some counts Roy's co-parent and her sister as "in-laws." Bonnie and Cissie King-Jones are adjacent to but not technically "part" of the family, though I believe it's implied at one point that Ollie might also be Cissie's bio-dad. Pretty straightforward, these guys are actually family and they act like it, for good and ill.

Shazam Family -- Also a literal, actual family. Not originally, the original golden age "Marvel Family" was considerably more complicated and only Billy and Mary were full siblings, but nowadays the whole point of the modern Shazam family is that they're foster siblings united by familial love and that's fantastic. Meanwhile your average Black Adam story is 75% angsty family drama, 25% Egyptian mythology references.

Flashes -- Technically closer to three nuclear families (the Allens, the Wests and the Garricks; four if you include the Quicks), two of whom are united by marriage and all of whom are bound by the Speedforce, which, given its semi-spiritual connections to things like Speedster afterlives, can act almost like a religious force that connects them to the additional members like Avery, Circuit Breaker and Max as Bart's foster-dad. They're a big, sprawling tree with more cousins than siblings, the kind of family that functionally has a reunion every Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Lanterns -- Now these guys are the exception that proves my point about the whole 'family' thing not being straightforward. The lanterns aren't a family, they're a corps. Soldiers. Space cops. Comrades-in-arms. They respect each other, have each other's backs, might even like or care about each other, but those last two are optional, and they don't have the same kind of assumed obligations towards each other that a family would have. They're friends and co-workers, not family, but that doesn't mean their relationships are less significant, they're just different.

Wonders -- Roughly half of them are either one of Hippolyta's daughters (Diana, Donna, Nubia pre-Crisis) or related to them through the gods (Cassie), and the other half (Artemis, Yara, modern-age Nubia) use sister as a term of endearment more in a utopian lesbian commune kind of way. I think they brought Steve Trevor back recently? He's basically the Ken in this equation and perfectly fine with that role. None of which should be surprising if you've seen Professor Marston and the Wonder Women.

Bats -- This is the one that people get really wrong when they try to force it into a traditional family structure. Don't let WFA fool you, the Bats are and have always been way more a snarled mess of tangled interpersonal relationships than they've ever been a cohesive family. Whether Dick is Bruce's son or his brother depends on what era you're talking about, and the former reading is much more recent than you think -- as in "started cropping up in the early 2000s" recent. Barbara is both Cassandra's sister and her mother. Duke and Steph both have living parents and neither of them want or would ever dream of treating Bruce like their dad; Tim was the same way until his dad died. None of the Robins ever lived in the mansion together, nor did Cass. Babs considered Jean-Paul Valley her brother and Huntress is so close to Tim she once hallucinated him calling her Big Sister. They're a beautiful mess of people finding places where their broken edges fit together into something that works for them and trying to reduce it down to a cozy nuclear family is just so goddamn reductive and lazy.

Blue Beetles -- Are only tangentially related to each other. Seriously, they never even get direct mentoring, each one just takes over when the previous one dies and works on completely different rules from the other two. They're complete strangers bound by a legacy and that's honestly pretty fun.

Zataras -- There's only three of them and they're literally a father, daughter and cousin.

Martians -- Not really a family because there's only the two of them, but an interesting case where the two survivors of what was functionally a war of mutually assured destruction came together in an attempt to find some peace in the aftermath of what they'd lost.

Titans -- The JLA and JSA aren't really in the "family" category, but the Titans lean into it hard, mostly because they're a textbook found family. They don't mirror a nuclear family structure, they're simply a group of people who came together to form a mutual support network. They're the idealized college friends you grew into your own with, some of them childhood companions and others you only met once you leave home for the first time, but all of them friends that you manage to maintain contact with for life, with everyone coming back together even as you scatter and do your own things.

Young Justice -- Meanwhile, this team is the chaotic group of misfits you hung out with when you were a teenager, especially when you were just starting to be allowed to act without adult supervision. You drive each other crazy, none of you know you're all queer as fuck, and you'd fight a bear for any of them even if they asked you not to. They'd probably be insulted if you tried to call them a family. They come out here to get away from their families, thank you very much.

[luvseraphh]

hii seraph!! kiss kiss

i saw that u wanna some more request so i was thinking you could do musical headcanons with the mha boys!

so maybe like do what genre of music/artists they listen to and what instruments (if any) you think they’d play, stuff like that. feel free to add anything else you think fits!

ok that’s all i know you’ll do great bye bye ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

omg hi this is so fun ! since u didn't specify which ones i did all the mha boys i write for ! hope this is okay ( ≧ᗜ≦)

contains k. takami , s. aizawa , t. todoroki , t. shigaraki , s. todoroki , i. midoriya , t. iida , e. kirishima , k. bakugo , h. sero , d. kaminari , h. shinso

hawks ⋆˚✿˖°

i feel like he listens to megan thee stallion but that might just be because of the edits i've seen of him to her songs

new jeans !!!!!

he def seems like he'd listen to sabrina carpenter ( me too king )

i don't think he'd have time to learn any instruments because of his role as a hero

but maybe after the war he'd pick something up to pass time !!

if he did i feel like he gives acoustic guitar vibes

aizawa ⋆˚✿˖°

i don't feel like he'd listen to music often

i feel like if he did he'd either listen to lofi or older / chill romance songs

like frank sinatra

but again i don't think he'd listen to music often

he would not know any instruments

i just don't think he'd have much interest in it

dabi ⋆˚✿˖°

he'd listen to emo music and other rock / punk / hardcore music

some examples from the music i listen to include :

custer by slipknot

wolf in sheep's clothing by set it off

hero killer by piercetheskies ( kinda funny cuz it references stain in the song LMAO )

my chemical romance in general

i'm sorry he just gives emo kid vibes so bad

i could see him playing either electric guitar , bass , or drums in a quirkless au ( or maybe all three )

shigaraki ⋆˚✿˖°

he seems like he'd listen to entirely alt music

big mother mother enjoyer

or bo burnam

a lot of the hated artists he would listen to

the more experimental / weird the more he likes it

he seems like he'd know how to play those weird keyboards ??? i think it's called a synth ?????

shoto ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd mostly listen to classical music

like mozart

half because that's what he listened to as he grew up and also half because he just genuinely enjoys it

also the occasional lofi song

but i also don't think he'd listen to music often

i think he'd know how to play classical piano and cello

because his dad made him learn

izuku ⋆˚✿˖°

idk why but he's giving me 2000s white girl club music

like zara larson ( i just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY )

or girly pop kpop groups

or kpop in general

i feel like i could see him being a p1harmony stan

i don't think he'd know any instruments

i feel like he'd want to but he just never got around to learning any

iida ⋆˚✿˖°

another classical music enjoyer

except he just fully enjoys it

i think he'd listen to pop on occasion when his classmates turned it on

but otherwise just classical

i feel like he'd know cello

he just seems like a cello player

kirishima ⋆˚✿˖°

he is definitely a country music enjoyer

that one singing clip of him solidified it for me LMAO

he'd also vibe with pop music, he'd just listen to country more

also gives everyone's recommendations at least one chance

he'd feel so bad if he didn't

i could see him playing some type of guitar !!!

bakugo ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd like rap in public

but behind closed doors

the most girly pop you could ever imagine

like i'm talking chappell roan and sabrina carpenter

he's a closeted swiftie

he canonically plays drums and i feel like that's all he'd play

i think he likes them because he gets to hit something without having repercussions if that makes sense

like it's just a good opportunity to get out his anger safely

sero ⋆˚✿˖°

i genuinely think he listens to everything

like listens to them equally too

and he gives people recommendations all the time and every time they're literally perfect

they'd match the person he gave them to PERFECTLY

i think he'd play acoustic guitar !!!

it just fits his vibe so well ( and it would be so hot )

denki ⋆˚✿˖°

my man DEFINITELY listens to girly pop music

and he has ZERO SHAME about it

he will be screaming the lyrics to twice songs proudly

or dancing to sabrina carpenter with you

like he is a PROUD stan

and he canonically plays electric guitar but unfortunately i don't think he would play anything else

but i don't think he'd be a bad singer

like not great but not bad by any means

shinso ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd listen to chase atlantic

and the neighborhood

solely because he has the same energy as my friend who listens to them

he also listens to similar alternative artists

and can't forget about the emo music !!!

he too is an emo boy and you can't change my mind

i think he'd play bass and he'd be a pretty good singer !!!!

[talaofthevalley]

Yugioh decks usually can say a lot about their owner .. what do you think that Ryoken or better to say Revolver's deck says about him?

It's one of my favourite things about Yugioh actually; A character's deck, and even their ace monsters, can say a lot of very interesting things about them.

I will admit I haven't put a lot of thought into Revolver's archetype in relation to his character before, but changing that was very fun and I had a surprising amount of interesting things to talk about.

You can break down Revolver's deck into two basic themes: Dragons and guns. Combine them and boom, you've got Rokkets and Borrel monsters.

You have the obvious connection between his LV username 'Revolver', which is a gun that can hold six bullets (one for every Ignis). Dragons are a Yugioh staple, especially among the rivals, and typically associated with strength, ferocity, and guarding something valuable. For past rivals who use dragons like Kaiba and Kaito that last part makes sense, as older brothers who love their younger siblings very much. Applying this to Ryoken can mean how he's the metaphorical guardian of The Lost Incident and keeper of its secrets, and at the end the literal guardian of the network. Strength and ferocity he has in spades, often depicted as a figure who is far above other characters in terms of skill and knowledge.

Guns though.... I mean they're pretty straightforward. They're a tool used to kill. Which isn't an inaccurate way to describe Revolver in S1. He sees himself as a tool to accomplish Hanoi's, but mostly his father's goal. And that goal is the annihilation of living creatures. And in the finale he's the literal trigger standing between the destruction of the internet. Ryoken keeping his promise to not pull that trigger, I think, then serves as a good indication of where his character will go from there. Now, Revolver is not a weapon wielded solely for someone else's ambition, but for himself and his wants.

And is that not a very similar way Rokkets are played? Rokket monsters have different effects that trigger upon being targeted by a Link monster, such as destroying a monster on the field or the extra deck, backrow destruction, or everything in one column. That, I think, is what Revolver is doing post-S1; Directing his destructive powers to be the most effective and beneficial for not only himself, but for people he cares for in some way.

That Rokkets destroys themselves is relevant as well. Revolver is perfectly fine making himself the target of people's ire and hatred, even if it's not warranted or justified. He was willing to die for his mission in the S1 finale. And ofc famously no one hates Kogami Ryoken as much as Kogami Ryoken. But it's a self-destruction for the sake of something, not just self-destruction fueled by self-hatred. It fits with Revolver's knight theming, to fight and act for something greater than oneself. Which is also what the Rokket monsters do; they destroy themselves when targeted in order to fulfill a objective.

Then we come around to Rokkets other noteworthy effect; at the end of your turn, they can special summon other Rokkets from the deck if they are in the graveyard because their beforementioned effect was activated. Revolver is as tenacious as they come, and equally resourceful. Even after losing to Playmaker, what he's hung up on is not that he was defeated, but Playmaker's identity. He swears he will win next time, and that's that.

Revolver is also notably efficient in building up forces and gather power for his goals. He builds the Knights of Hanoi back up in S2, even breaking Kyoko out of a high security prison so they will be at full power. Revolver is the one to gather the scattered characters into one group to work together to defeat Lightning. To say he knows how to use people is a misleading term, but he's very perceptive and knows how to best make them cooperate. It doesn't always work, but no one is unaffected by his attempts either.

All this can be related to the Borrel line of extra deck monsters, whose effects are in part used to activate the Rokket monsters own effects. Revolver knows how to pull out people's strength, and sometimes he does it without meaning to (looking at Playmaker). Borrel monsters also commonly have effects to negate or counter effect activation, and also raise their own attack. They're pretty overwhelming monsters that in the real life cardgame overtake the Rokket archetype and are used in decks without them. Revolver is a very overwhelming presence in the show, as a duelist and character. He doesn't enter a scene without stirring some shit up.

And of course Revolver's use of old trap cards showcases his resourcefullness, his ability to find an advantage in even the most unlikely of places, and that he's still 18 years old and can be just as much of a little shit as anyone else.

[yuwuta]

can you assign other jjk charcters a/b/o? Like yuuta, nanami or megumi? I wanna know your heacannons

absolutely, i have thought about this extensively lmfaooo

omega satoru, but also alpha satoru works, too (tho, i am biased and learn more towards omega for him). he uses the power/influence he has to draw attention and whine about how you should be his mate. omega satoru is so unbelievably insufferable and pathetic in trying to get your attention, and then incredibly cocky and a show-off to everyone once you’re mates. alpha satoru is the wet paper equivalent of a man once he has you, he will literally bend to your every command, there is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you happy, and yet, still, also incredibly cocky. either way, he’s the scariest. as an omega, he uses it as an excuse—bats his eyelashes and feigns innocence for attacking someone he considered a threat; as an alpha, he doesn’t feel sorry and nobody tries to get him to apologize, unless they’d also like to be on the receiving end of that treatment. also terribly horny no matter what, he is always ready to go

megumi fits all the roles in my head, so honestly, it depends on you. as an alpha he’s very nonchalant, and begrudgingly accepts his role. tho, he is possessive; he tries not to let it show/let that take over him, but it’s sort of always there and peeps through even if he doesn’t intend to. he doesn’t feel the need to glare at other alphas or be the strongest of them all, but he does like to nip at you, to make sure you smell like him at least a little bit, and he does keep an eye on you even if you’re perfectly safe. as a beta, he’s kind of apathetic to the whole mating situation and being part of a group. he’s drawn in by others—if you, or yuuji, or nobara convince them, then he’ll go along with it, and usually ends up liking it, but he wouldn’t try to seek out new people or experiences. you’d have to be the one to approach him first. as an omega, he’s not all that different as an alpha—he’s still possessive, but maybe a bit more forthcoming and shameless about it. he doesn’t pout or go crazy if you’re affectionate with your mutual friends, but he’s not nearly as nonchalant about you being close to strangers. it’s not paranoia, or distrust in you, it’s quite literally, pure, shallow possessiveness driving him—he’s your omega, and he wants your attention. and he wants to have it when he wants it. and he’s not above biting you to get it 

alpha kento…. just fell to my knees. he was born for this. he’s a very level-headed alpha; very rarely swayed by his own emotions, or preconceived alpha notions, and is aware of how his presence can affect others. he never uses his status to intimidate—honestly, he’s intimidating enough without being an alpha—he keeps a respectable distance from unmated omegas, he uses scent blockers, he doesn’t engage in petty arguments, nor does he boast just because he has the power to. extremely dependable, all of his friends feel safe with him, and are physically drawn to him even if it’s not sexually. you’ve found satoru and haibara cuddled up, asleep on either of nanami’s shoulders on more than one occasion—and nanami, immune to it all, just carries on reading his book. the only thing that really ticks him off, gets the stereotypical alpha drive going is the mention of children—especially, when other alphas try to come on to you by saying how lucky they’d be to have someone like you carry their kids. then, kento’s not above knocking someone’s teeth out. even when your friends make off-handed comments asking about if/when you’ll have kids, kento can be found snarling. it’s truly his weak spot, and it sort of embarrasses him because he seems to have no control over it, he just knows he doesn’t want anybody else but him thinking about you that way. also maybe that repressed breeding kink of his who said that 

yuuta’s an alpha to me <3 the kind that nobody suspects at first, but give him a moment to shine and it’ll all come through. he doesn’t care to come across as intimidating, but he’s undeniably at his strongest when he has his loved ones to protect, and there are so few things he wouldn’t do to keep them safe. he’s intensely loyal and protective, and takes it personally when anybody infringes upon the safety or comfort of his loved ones. you’ve seen him throw people against walls for picking on toge, seen him break another alpha’s arm because they were trying to intimidate nobara, seen yuuji and maki have to pull him off a guy solely because of the way he’d spoken to you. but if that’s not the case, and there’s nothing/nobody to rouse the aggressive alpha behavior out of him, yuuta’s the one who’s easily intimidated. when you or his friends aren’t in the picture, he doesn’t care to interact with other alphas, he finds himself feeling small and anxious; he’s gullible and always the subject of pranks within your friend group despite his alpha status; he’s shy and sometimes still stutters around you, no matter how long you’ve been together. he’s pretty malleable and not at all what you’d think of as an “alpha,” until there’s a threat nearby and he’s ready to kill someone with his bare hands. 

alpha yuuji agenda and no i’m not biased <333 he’s the kind that feels the need to provide for the people in his life. he cooks, he cleans, he lifts all the heavy boxes, he picks you up and walks you home, he’s the perfect alpha, but yuuji strives for it. he’s conscious about bettering himself and how he can use his strength and skills to serve you. he wants to be the perfect mate, but for you and you alone. lots of things come naturally to yuuji, but he’s intentional in how he treats you, and how how to be a good alpha for you. like satoru, he’s honestly more of a puppy when he’s with you, one that preens for attention and smothers you when he’s happy. and he’s very moody when he doesn’t get that attention, or when somebody else is trying to take it from him. he’s nice and all, but he’s still an alpha with a temper at the end of the day. he’s the definition of “you should see the other guy,” whenever he comes out of a fight. 

it doesn’t matter whether toge’s an alpha, a beta, or an omega, his true sub-gender is a professional brat and part-time troll. attention-seeking 24/7, gaudy with his tactics for getting your attention and then pouty whenever you’re not paying attention to him, even if it’s for a few minutes. bites. all the time, always. doesn’t even leave hickies, he leaves teeth marks. literal indentations along your arm or on your wrist or your shoulder just because he’s that much of a brat, and needs some outlet for his possessive nature. also, doesn’t have a humble bone in his body, he’ll let everyone know you’re his partner and that he’s hitting it raw because god forbid he have any tact. terrible. 

choso is like yuuji in that he strives to provide and tailor himself to being a good mate for you, but the omega version of it. choso knows what he’s good at, but he also knows he’s got his whole life to learn, and he doesn’t think there’s a better way to spend it than learning how to be good for you. he takes care of all the things you have to put off because of a busy schedule, he runs all the little errands you forget about, he learns to sew so he can easily hem your clothes, he learns to cook your favorite meals, he learns to paint so he can take care of that accent wall you dream about, hell, he’ll even learn to how to do your hair if it saves you a trip to the salon. choso will do, or learn to do anything for you; no skill is too small, no task is too detailed. he strives to be everything you need in a partner, because he doesn’t ever want to give you reason to resent or regret making him your mate :(( also… horny. all the time. always. yeah, he does these things for you, to make you happy, but he’s not above being rewarded for it, either 😇

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

You know? I really, really love your blog and your posts! I can't say that I'm in love with the show anymore, and if I'm honest with myself, I think that I'm on the salt side of the fandom. But like, I also enjoy a bit of sugar? It reminds me of what could have been.

But, sometimes, I feel that sugar fans are hard on salters/disappointed fans... Like, I'm afraid of asking their opinion about a negative aspect of the show, just to understand their pov, no matter if I try my best to be polite. And I get it, they have a right to enjoy the show and I am not entitled to get an answer from them, but its a side of the fandom that I'm afraid to interact with even if I enjoy some of their fanworks.

Yet, you are so patient and I feel that you understand (or try your best) both sides + the writers' and try to find a middle ground while affirming your perspective. You are so respectful even though you might not agree with some askers.

So, thank you for being you and making this blog! The world needs more people like you <3

Thank you so much for the kind words! I'm glad that I come across as respectful. I certainly try to!

I started this blog because I needed to vent about some things. Writing stuff down is a really good way to get your mind to stop pestering you against your will and I highly recommend it, but I didn't feel comfortable doing that on a blog more openly tied to my fan creations because there really is this vibe that you need to either love the show or get out. No middle grounds allowed. As if the show has to be perfect for you to be allowed to engage with it. That's not a healthy mindset for anyone to get into especially if you want diverse and interesting fan creations in your fandom. The more people feel like they have to fit a certain mold to be welcome, the less creations you get.

It's one thing to request that your personal blog be sugar only or to not want to engage with more critical posts, but to act as if people aren't welcome in any part of the fandom unless they only talk about good things is not how you get a fun and active fandom. It seems like people are legitimately scared of saying anything bad about Miraculous, but canon has a lot of things that aren't great so the sugar fandom is dying off because the only options are to shut up and be welcome or talk about what's bothering you and be kicked out. A single salty post can get you thrown out no matter if you're usually pretty positive or neutral about canon. It's weirdly culty and not my cup of tea. I like talking about media and you generally can't do that if you're only allowed to say positive things.

A while back, I joined a fandom event to meet other fans and one of the rules of the event discord was "no salt" and so people just... didn't talk about anything to do with the show. The only activity the server saw was the question of the day and occasional writing question even though episodes were actively airing at the time. It was a really depressing experience that perfectly showcased why "no salt" is an okay rule for a personal blog, but a terrible rule for any sort of group setting. It just kills people's ability to talk if they're constantly policing what they say.

My rule of thumb for this kind of thing is that people are ALWAYS allowed to disengage from a conversation that's upsetting them and that you should respect people's boundaries for their personal spaces like blogs, but that you do need to grow a backbone if you want to be in bigger fandom spaces. You're going to see shit you vehemently disagree with, but in most cases, the way to deal with that is to go do something else and let the people have their fun. If a post of yours starts getting a bunch of upsetting replies, turn off the notifications. Block the blogs. Curate your corner of fandom, don't curate fandom as a whole otherwise you get something like Miraculous. I've never seen a fandom so afraid of critical thought as Miraculous seems to be. I don't know if it's because it's younger or actively airing or what, but it's weird. It's totally cool if someone just wants to turn off their brain and have fun with it, but it's not cool to get mad that other people want to talk about the very real problems with the writing and the messaging.

[shegatsby]

Ngl I've been thinking about this for awhile, imagine Hannibal Lecter with a Burlesque dancer like in the movie from 2010 with Cher and Christina Aguilera, reader as Ali/Christina would be really cool

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request, i love that movie so much i sometimes listen to its songs. I had fun writing this. Happy Ramadan!

Words; 1.413K

Warnings; None.

‘’Hey! Y/N!’’ you heard a voice from the director of the show, ‘’It’s your turn now!’’ you looked at your reflection on the mirror for the last time, hair done, nails done, a nice lingerie that had rime stones on it… you were young and sexy and that was enough for your confidence. You’re good at climbing into a huge champagne glass which is filled with water and soup and big sponges and do your number. Years ago when you were a child you grew up watching burlesque dancer and the numbers they did on stage and climbing into a tall glass always entertained you, it was a classic. You were the only one who could do it right in your group, the stage was set, you had two dancers either side of the glass, dancing to the rhythm. When you walked to the stage the spot light found you and your audience started screaming for you, getting good reviews was a part of your every night. You loved the attention, slowly getting rid of your gloves you noticed someone. You knew your regular customers and this man was on the same spot, which was the VIP section, alone, drinking his champagne and admiring you from afar. He never flinched ever and you could tell that he liked dressing up and keeping everything pristine. Most of your regulars loved to send you gifts, mostly flowers, perfumes etc. However, this one never sent you anything, you started to get curious about him and asked your crew, they only knew that he was a psychiatrist and that’s it.

You moved on the stage like delicate swan, so elegant and all of the eyes were on you. As you danced to the rhythm and slowly undressed you felt his burning gaze, you knew that after the show you were going to get lots of presents except from him.

He never made a move. Most of the regular spectators loved to send you drinks and presents after the show but this particular gentleman only occupied his seat at the VIP section every week, drank his champagne, ate his luxurious dish and watched you from afar. ,

Human mind is tricky, the brain loves to focus on that one person who doesn’t have his focus on us.

Nonetheless you were intrigued by him.

Thanks to the help of the dancers on the stage you climbed into the champagne glass, your rime stoned lingerie shining under the spot light. The water was cold just how you liked it. Moving around in the glass, splashing water has always made your audience smile and left them satisfied. Maybe because of the fact that your lingerie was soaked and your damp body shimmered under the lights…

When you were done you were escorted back, it felt so cold so you wore your pink robe, people you work with congratulated you, and you kindly smiled. Before you could open your dressing room’s door and throw yourself on your pink fluffy couch your boss, an old lady with long silver hair and kind blue eyes stopped you, ‘’A gentleman is inside, he has an offer for you.’’ You were puzzled. ‘’Thank you for the heads up.’’ Before you walked in you checked your hair and make-up, and then you walked in.

He was sitting on the pink couch, when you entered and as soon as he saw you he bolted to his feat. ‘’Miss Y/L/N.’’ he addressed you and you smiled. He had a dark grey 3 piece suit which fit him perfectly, he looked odd in this room of pink. He extended his large hand and continued, ‘’It is a pleasure finally meeting you in person.’’ You held his hand and you felt a sudden rush to your  stomach. Why did he have such an impact on you? You noticed the way he emphasized the word ‘’finally’’ he was also aware of you noticing him for weeks. ‘’Please.’’ You gestured him to sit back, you sat across him. The sudden realization hit you, you had your soaking wet lingerie underneath your pink robe. His face didn’t give any clues whatsoever. ‘’Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You nodded gently, legs crossed. Melodies from the stage floating into the room, in that brief silence you wondered why did your boss allow him inside? It usually never happens.

He must have persuaded the old lady with something… most likely money.

‘’Y/N Y/L/N. At your service.’’ You replied with a soldier tone to break the ice and caught him smirking a bit. His maroon eyes looked into your eyes directly, you felt shiver running down your spine, he was intense. His gaze found the pile of presents resting on the table at the corner of the room, was that annoyance written on his sharp face?

‘’May I ask the reason why you are here Doctor Lecter?’’ you attracted his gaze again, you could feel your palms getting sweaty, his presence made you nervous and you didn’t even know this person.

‘’I would love to hire your service for one of my dinner parties.’’ He bluntly said, he seemed like a guys who would go and get something, a true dominant man. Also the way he used ‘’your service’’ didn’t go unnoticed, he was respectful. His hand went inside his jacket’s pocket to pull out a check book, he wrote something and ripped the page, you were excited when he handed it to you.

When you saw the price you were shocked.

‘’But this is too much-‘’ you said with wide eyes, holding the check as if it is something fragile, ‘’Burlesque is an art and I’m never shy spending money on art.’’ He replied, you could sense the strong undertones. ‘’When is the party?’’

You accepted his offer, this was the first time you went to do a number to someone’s home. He mentioned that his home was enough to bring your essentials. For a week you practiced and practiced. You felt like you needed to make him proud, even though he paid you and this was your job you just wanted to be perfect at it and have a good time.

He didn’t lie, his home was like a castle, more than enough for your show. You were ready and also small group of your dancers were ready too, everything was set.

Dancing so close to the audience didn’t make you nervous at all, you felt alive, the music felt like it was running through your veins, you were one with it. You could feel the public’s eyes were on you in an awe of your art, the energy was immaculate. You could also see the host of the party, Doctor Lecter, holding his drink in one hand, the other in his pocket, his maroon gaze focused on you and only you. Almost predatory.

The champagne glass act made the audience sigh in excitement, it seemed like this was the first time they experience this and it feed your soul.

After the show you went upstairs to change because Doctor Lecter wanted to introduce you to his guests. You were touching on your make up when someone knocked on your door.

‘’Come in.’’

It was Lecter himself. ‘’You are a vision.’’ He said leaning on the door, you smiled. ‘’I have a gift for you.’’ He walked towards you, ‘’You didn’t have to Doctor Lecter.’’ You said when he opened the velvet box he was holding, a golden necklace was in that box, 24 karat you assumed. ‘’Please,’’ he said, ‘’Hannibal.’’

‘’Hannibal you already paid more than the actual price and this…’’ you were blushing, ‘’I’ve wanted to give you this for so long,’’ he confessed, ‘’but I was waiting for the right time.’’ You watched him place the necklace on you through the mirror, both of his hands found their place on your shoulders, he knelt and he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, he turned to the mirror to see your face and lock eyes.

‘’Looks good on you.’’ He said, you touched the necklace, ‘’Thank you, you are so generous.’’ His aura was heavy, his manly cologne filled your nostrils. You were intoxicated, it was wrong, he was your employer. ‘’I hope we will be more close from this night on.’’

You could feel your heart racing, was this a some kind of proposal? Only time would tell. Hand in hand you left the room to mingle.

[haddonfieldwhore]

lowkey - damian priest

damian priest x gn!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: langauge, drinking, implied nsfw, readers age isn’t specified but i wrote this as if they’re around rheas age so age gap warning just in case, scripted violence

after it being teased for the last few weeks on raw, you were finally going to be moving from nxt to the main roster and joining the judgment day, arguably the most powerful group in the wwe today. you were more than excited, considering that you would be in a group with your best friend rhea, as well as just some really cool, talented people. you had been friends with rhea since middle school, and had only met the guys in the group a handful of times, but you could already tell you were going to fit in well. however that didn’t mean you weren’t nervous to be making your main roster debut, tugging awkwardly at your ring gear as you stood with rhea in gorilla.

“you’re gonna do great, salem,” rhea smiled, using your ring name. your gear matched the judgment day colour scheme, black and purple with lots of chains and studs on your ring jacket. the judgement day would be going out first, and then kevin, sami, and jey would pick off the boys, and raquel would attack rhea. all you had to do was run out there and help rhea; easy enough right?

things were going smoothly, rhea and the boys wishing you luck as they passed by you on the way to the ring. damian patted you on the shoulder, and you looked up at the man who towered over you, like you were sure he did most people, standing at six foot five. you had to admit, he was incredibly handsome, his long hair and dark eyes suiting his features perfectly.

“you’re gonna do great,” he smiled, and you nodded, thankful that they all seemed to accept you into the group already.

“thanks. i’ll see you out there,” you smiled, and he gave you a fist bump with his massive hand, and headed out with the others. even though you were on opposite teams in the ring, even kevin, sami, and jey wished you luck as they passed through gorilla, as did raquel.

it felt like only 3 seconds had gone by, when in reality it had been about 2 minutes before your music kicked in, “the witching hour” by in this moment blared through the arena as one of the backstage crew members gave you your que to head down the ramp. you ran out, your anxiety not letting you look at the amount of people in the crowd as you got to the ring and slid under the bottoms rope, pulling raquel off of rhea. the two of you attacked her and chased her out of the ring, leaving just you and rhea standing there. you looked at eachother, and rhea made it seem for a second that she was going to attack you, but instead extended a hand for you to shake. you took her hand in yours, and the rest of the judgment day, who had also scared off their opponents, joined you in the ring. the moment finally sank in, and you looked at the thousands of people in the crowd, and your heart pounded in your chest, the judgment day music loud in your ears as you all exited the ring and headed up the ramp, damian and finn on either side of you with their arms over your shoulders.

once you had made it backstage, rhea stole you out of their grip, wrapping her arms around you in a hug and spinning you around, causing both of you to laugh.

“you killed it! that was great!” she yelled, and the guys agreed.

“how do you feel?” finn asked, and you took a deep breath as rhea set you back on your feet.

“i feel great! i would have been a lot more nervous if you guys weren’t out there with me, so thank you,” you admitted.

“no problem. we’re like a family, and now you’re a part of it too,” dominik said, and appreciated it more than you could say.

“priest, i think you know what time it is,” rhea smirked evilly. “it’s time to show salem how the judgment day parties.”

“say less,” damian laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder again as they all led you out through backstage, a handful of superstars congratulating you on your debut, before you got to your cars and left the venue. you and rhea were in her car together while the guys were in another, and as much as you already loved them, you were happy to have a moment with your best friend.

rhea passed you the aux chord and you turned on ‘cyberhex’ by motionless in white, and she nodded in approval.

“so now that it’s just us, how are you feeling after your main roster debut?”

“it was amazing. i have to admit, i am a little overwhelmed, since you and the guys are such an established group, but i’m also so grateful to be joining the judgment day. i just hope they like me,” you answered.

“you mean the fans or the boys?”

“both, but i meant the boys. they all seem really cool, i don’t want to intrude on the group, you know?”

“i get it. but they love you already. if they didn’t you would know,” she laughed, and you felt slightly relieved.

“thanks rhea.”

“no problem. you have your ‘initiation’ match next week, right? against raquel?”

“yeah. i can’t believe my first solos match on raw is against her,” you said; raquel wasn’t someone that would go down without a fight.

“you can do this. i know you can, and the rest of the judgment day knows you can too,” she said, parking her car as you had arrived at the hotel.

•••

one thing was for sure; the judgment day knew how to throw a party. it had been non stop celebrations for about 4 hours when you all calmed down and decided to put on a movie. there was only a small couch and an arm chair in the hotel room you were currently in, which was finn’s room. he was in the chair, you, damian, and rhea sat on the couch, and dom was sitting on the floor in front of rhea, who occasionally played with his hair. you knew the romance between them was just a storyline, but their real life friendship was adorable. you were starting to get sleepy as it was nearing three am, and you were cuddled under a blanket from your suitcase, since the a/c in the hotel room was giving you goosebumps, and you could feel your eyes getting heavy.

as damian shifted next to you, his hand bumped against your thigh, and he muttered a soft apology under his breath. the small amount of alcohol in your system gave you some extra confidence, you took his hand in yours under the blanket and placed it back on your thigh without saying anything, your hand over his to keep it there. he shifted again so his leg was against yours, and you cuddled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let yourself fall asleep.

damian shook you awake gently a little while later, and pointed to rhea and dominik asleep in the one bed, and finn passed out in the other.

“i’ll walk you to your room, unless you wanna sleep on the couch,” damian offered quietly, as not to wake anyone up. he stood up first, pulling you up off the couch by your hand, and you grabbed your bag. it wasn’t until you got into the hallway and the door locked behind you that you realized rhea had the key card to your room.

“fuck,” you mumbled, and damian turned around.

“what’s wrong?”

“rhea has the key to our room,” you replied, feeling like an idiot.

“c’mon, you can stay in my room,” he laughed at you pouting, and started walking down the hallway. when he noticed you weren’t following him, he looked back. “no funny business i promise.” you rolled your eyes playfully, but hurried after him as he led you to his room.

“what if i want there to be?” you asked quietly, as you’d caught up to him. damian looked down at you, a little surprised, before placing his hand on your lower back and pushing you gently.

“then walk faster,” he mumbled, and you smiled as you finally reached his room. he unlocked the door and let you go in first, and you noticed that there was two beds. “did you enjoy your welcome party?” damian asked, and you smiled.

“definitely. rhea wasn’t kidding when she said you guys knew how to party,” you smiled, turning towards him.

“party doesn’t have to be over, if you don’t want it to be,” he said, his voice low as he stepped closer.

“what did you have in mind?” you asked, smiling as you felt his hands rest on your waist, pulling you against him. he leaned down to kiss you deeply, and your hands rested on his chest, his arms circling around you. damian backed you up until your legs hit the end of the bed and you sat down. he backed away, staring down at you.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, and you nodded, your head surprisingly clear after the few drinks you’d had; the nap had sobered you up a surprising amount. you slid off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him, your hands resting on his thighs.

“i want to,” you assured him, and his head fell backwards as your hand slid over the front of his jeans.

“fuck,” his voice was deep as your hands fought over the buckle of his belt, damian eventually letting you undo it as his hands cradled either side of your head. “this has to stay a secret for now, okay?”

“i know,” you smiled. “it’s kinda more fun that way, isn’t it?” you asked.

“you keep surprising me,” he shook his head.

“is that a bad thing?” you asked, undoing the button on his jeans after successfully undoing his belt, and sliding the zipper down.

“definitely not.”

•••

you woke up to the feeling of someone trailing gentle kisses over your shoulder and up the side of your neck, and you murmured softly at the sensation, tickling slightly.

“good morning,” damian’s deep voice mumbled next to your ear, somehow even deeper than usual after just waking up. your legs were tangled beneath the covers, the white hotel duvet the only thing covering your bodies other than the purple love bites that were scattered across your skin.

“good morning,” you smiled, your eyes fluttering open as you rolled over to look at him.

“it’s only nine so i don’t think the others will be awake yet if we want to sneak downstairs before they wonder where we are,” he offered.

“rhea’s gonna figure out that i didn’t sleep in our room eventually. i’ll just tell her i slept in the extra bed. i have to say - this was kind of out of character for me; i don’t think she’ll expect anything as long as you cover those,” you smiled, poking one of the bite marks you had left on his shoulder.

“can do. as long as you hide those,” he pointed to the hickeys on your neck, and you laughed.

“deal. i do want breakfast though, so yes; we can head downstairs.”

“sounds good. you can shower first if you want,” he offered, and you smirked.

“you could join me.” you had no idea where your sudden boost of confidence was coming from, but you felt comfortable with him considering you barely knew him.

“i don’t know how productive that’s gonna be…” he trailed off, kissing your lips.

“is that a no?”

“that’s not what i said,” he smirked, and pulled the covers off of your bodies, dragging you towards the shower.

[night-terrors-official]

It’s After the War…

For @codex-week day 7 - After the War 🤭

I’ve had this idea for a drawing bumping around in my head for a while, and I thought Codex week was the perfect opportunity to finally do it! It’s based on this screencap here (which I don’t know the origins of, so if anybody knows where this is from I’d definitely like to know!) 👇

And since I included a fic with another of my Codex drawings from a while ago, here’s a short fic for this one too 😁

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The Clone Wars were over. Had been for more than a year now. The Republic was slowly rebuilding itself, slowly coming to terms with the fact that all of it - all the terror, all the violence, all the death and destruction - all of it was finally, finally over.

Cody couldn’t lie - he’d been at the centre of it all when the war had finally come to a screeching, gruesome halt. It hadn’t been glorious, there hadn’t been any cheering or celebration, not like there was now at least. The war hadn’t even gone out with any sort of a bang either, more of a pitiful, agonizing wail of despair that slowly faded out as the rest of the galaxy realized what had happened.

There was one thing that had made it all worth it, and that was getting to see the face of the man he loved on the other side, the moment he had locked eyes with Rex in the sunny Naboo streets and they had instantly fallen into each other’s arms. Cody almost hadn’t been able to believe it, the war was over and they were both alive.

Even now, more than a year later, it was still a little hard to believe sometimes.

Cody wasn’t usually the type to get overwhelmed or nervous, but as he adjusted the collar of the pale apricot colored shirt that was part of his uniform, he found that his hands were uncharacteristically shaky.

Beside him, Lionel, who had their arm linked with Obi-Wan, immediately noticed.

“Hey. You okay, Cody?” They asked softly, lightly bumping his shoulder, and Cody cleared his throat as Obi-Wan also turned to look at him with a worried expression.

“Fine, Lionel,” he murmured with a half-forced smile, “I just feel a little… odd for doing this in public, is all.”

Lionel and Obi-Wan looked at each other and chuckled understandingly.

“You have nothing to worry about, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, “just be your usual charming self and everything will go perfectly fine.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m about to propose.” Cody snorted.

“Well, this is good practice for whenever you decide to do that.” Lionel put in, smirking.

Cody hoped the flare of anticipation and anxiety in his stomach at the prospect of ever asking Rex to marry him didn’t show on his face, but by the way Lionel winked at him, he assumed that unfortunately it had.

“If I can do it, so can you.” They added more quietly, leaning a little closer to Cody and giving him a firm, reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Cody smiled in response.

“Thanks, Nel.” He said, in an equally quiet voice.

“Um, Cody,” Obi-Wan cut in, clearly only pretending he hadn’t heard that part, “I believe someone is looking for you.”

Cody abruptly looked up and saw that Obi-Wan was right.

Across the crowded ballroom of Theed’s royal palace, Cody spotted the immediately recognizable blue and white uniforms of the 501st, with undershirts that were the pale color of the sky on the horizon.

It seemed that Anakin’s legion had just arrived at the palace based on how they were still grouped together, but Cody knew almost instinctively that Rex was among them, and wasn’t looking for anyone but him.

And, as if thinking of him had conjured him in front of Cody’s eyes, he spotted Rex at the edge of the crowd, scanning the mass of faces around him.

His eyes met Cody’s, and he immediately smiled. Cody smiled back, feeling his heart leap in his chest and his face turning just slightly warmer than before.

He shot a glance at Lionel and Obi-Wan, who both nodded, practically in sync - it really wasn’t a surprise that the two of them fit so well together as a couple.

“Go on, loverboy.” Lionel teased, giving him a nudge with their elbow.

Cody hesitated for half a second, then nodded back, setting off across the ballroom floor with his hands behind his back to conceal the surprise intended for Rex.

By the time he reached Rex’s side, Echo and Fives had appeared, and by the slightly annoyed (albeit also mildly amused) look on Rex’s face, Cody assumed the twins were up to their usual antics. Deep down, the pair of them were still the same shinies he and Rex had met at the beginning of the war, even after all this time.

“Cody.” Rex murmured, his smile widening as he saw Cody approaching.

“Rex.” Cody replied, a little more curtly than he’d intended to.

Rex just laughed, seemingly not minding (or perhaps just used to) Cody’s stoicism, and pressed a chaste kiss to the bridge of Cody’s nose.

Cody felt himself go just a little weak in the knees.

What the hell was wrong with him? He and Rex had been together for almost the entirety of the war, and yet he was still the one person that could make Cody immediately drop his usual nonchalont, standoffish demeanour.

“Hey, what’ve you got there, Cody?”

Fives’ teasing voice snapped Cody out of it.

“Mind your business.” Cody grumbled, half turning away as Fives tried to weave around him to see what he was hiding. Unfortunately, Echo went the other way and immediately managed to catch a glimpse.

“Ooh, flowers?” He practically taunted, “you got flowers? That’s unlike you, Commander.”

“Aww, are they for us?” Fives added with a wickedly teasing grin.

“Would you two fools shut up?” Cody growled, rolling his eyes.

Rex, meanwhile, had tilted his head to the side.

“Flowers?” He asked softly. He was still fairly oblivious to what was going on despite Echo and Fives’ nosiness, and that just made him all the more endearing in Cody’s eyes.

Cody laughed shyly.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “from Mandalore. You remember these, right? When you and I stayed there not long after the war ended, you said you’d never seen anything more beautiful.”

As he said it, Cody pulled the carefully and meticulously crafted bouquet that he, along with the help of Waxer, Boil, and Numa, had spent almost an hour on before the event from behind his back.

The arrangement was made solely of vormur flowers, but was far from boring, with a vibrant assortment of fuchsia, coquelicot, cerulean, apricot, pale magenta, fulvous, and light turquoise blooms, all complimented by rich viridian leaves and the quercitron colored paper they were wrapped in. Along with that, the flowers’ fragrance - a sweet and powerful aroma - only magnified its beauty that much more.

Rex’s eyes lit up when he saw it, but he still looked a little perplexed as he almost tentatively reached out to take the flowers from Cody, who had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep an affectionate chuckle at bay.

“For me?” Rex asked, even though he already had the bouquet in his arms.

Cody lost the battle against his laughter.

“Of course they’re for you.” He murmured, unable to keep the grin off his face.

Rex finally smiled too.

“Thank you, Codes.” He said softly, before grabbing Cody’s arm and pulling him in for a proper kiss, one that caught Cody completely by surprise and left him blushing more than he’d have liked to admit.

Echo and Fives were snickering, but for once Cody didn’t feel even the slightest inclination to snap at them for it.

The Clone Wars were over. Had been for more than a year now. And Cody and Rex had the rest of their lives to be happy, together.