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[diecastmania]

1948 Ford Super Deluxe Convertible Coupe

Issued by Auto-Buff Models. It is 1:43 scale and crafted in white metal. The model was built by Wayne Moyer and is from his collection. It is finished in Maize Yellow.

[burningfaith]

KBITTY ACQUIRED :3

(ofc I ran out of some of the materials...)

also: if any of my moots playing on EU servers want to become friends in both gi & hsr lmk!!

[figofswords]

I want to know which octopath developer woke up and chose violence

[nyansequitur]

imagine building 3*s (or guards or casters) shaking my smh my head

[adhdvane]

keeping amelia's support skill always active this gw by being gay

[kitsunabi]

I was like.... experiencing a fever dream the entire time I played my 6 matches no idea how I won

[wonhostiddymilk]

why’d they bring that galactic baseballer event back i literally hate sitting through combat that takes over 10 minutes for each stage oh my godddddddd😭😭😭

[girlsfatpeople65]

Raven's compact little body makes the perfect bundle.

And I'm sure as heck happy to be here to see it! GO ON...

[felassan]

Snippets.

A user asked if there are instances wherein Rook will be referred to by their last name. "Yes, there are places where we refer to Rook by their last name. It's very contextual - we don't want to awkwardly insert a reference in where it doesn't make sense - but it does happen, though it is going to be more common with some backgrounds than others."

Q. "Does Solas have a type of tea he doesn't mind as much as others? Or are all of them equally detestable?" A. "Orange zinger."

A user asked about the ages of the companions. "We're not getting into specifics right yet, but the companions cover a broad range of ages and experience. They're all pretty established in the world and in their expertise by the time you meet them, though. You are recruiting a team of experts after all."

You can have body tattoos!

John Epler: "Echoing Corinne, the last few weeks have been an absolute whirlwind but also incredibly rejuvenating. I'm so excited to share more with y'all."

A user stated "There are no restrictions on lineage/faction/class combinations other than dwarves cannot be mages". Corinne added "Correct. I've really been enjoying the different combinations."

Q. "Will the gender identity of a trans/non-binary Rook be acknowledged in game by other characters? (beyond just pronouns I mean)". A. "There are moments when you can disclose and discuss, however, disclosure remains the right of the individual so you have to make that choice for yourself." (!!)

Re: release date. ''Exact date has not yet been revealed. Fall 2024 is as much as we can say right now.''

''Lots of great cameos in the game, but I'm not going to spoil anything. You'll have to play to see who shows up for yourself.''

''We can't reveal our upcoming marketing beats or media presence just yet. Stay tuned.''

Q. ''Can companion AI be customized - ie. DAO/DA2 style tactics or even something like Aggressive -> Defensive'' A. ''Very different system this time around. In the skill trees you can affect their behaviors, like setting you up for combos, or auto-healing you when health gets low. Each Companion is a little different mechanically.''

Q. ''Will we get the option to give our Rook more fantastical hair colors, like purple, blue, pink?''. A. ''Yes''

Q. ''How about heterochromatic eyes?'' A. ''Yes''

Corinne: ''We're so excited too! As much as I've played, I absolutely cannot wait to do my first playthrough when the game is out. Also cannot wait to hear about all of your decisions and experiences.''

Q. ''Will I be able to make a short qunari and a tall dwarf or are there limits to that? Do the qunari have to be buff?'' A. ''There are limitations, of course... but yes, you can make a Dwarf that is tall or a Qunari that is short, relative to their lineage. We stan the skinny Qunari''

Corinne: ''Need to get back to it, all. But it's always a pleasure to check-in and see the great questions. We'll do this again soon :)''

[source: the official BioWare Discord]

(emphasis mine)

[kanmom51]

JK's point of interest will ALWAYS be JM

Just a few examples from this chaotic 2 part 5 members (if you include Hobi's couple of seconds) live.

You cannot miss that second when JM walks into the room. All you need to do is look at JK's face. At JK's eyes. Lighting up when JM walks in.

The almost full interaction:

Auto translations, so kind of shitty, lol.

The second time JM walks back into the room (he was supposed to be going to Tae's but he came back):

And when not looking at JM directly, it's through the screen. Because we know how he loves to look at JM through screens.

Did you catch this part? I know it's a lot to follow, but...

So, JM found his way to Tae's room and then Tae, of course them being as chaotic as they can be, joined RM and JK on the other end of the live.

But no matter what, JK's attention was on JM.

Tae full buff body leaning on him.

Again, full attention on JM and what he is doing.

Even with Tae hanging off JK like a branch. With close to zero reaction from JK. Because his attention was clearly on the person on the screen, duh!!

Do we mention the dropping of honorifics? Nah, what for? it's kind of a JK normal at this point.

And we had this too.

Apparently it wasn't cute but funny.

Funny, cute, same same. It's JK gushing over JM. And we are talking about the person that gave JM the cute award, so there's that.

Like I said, his centre of attention.

Even as JK was going to the toilet.

Or not.

With JM wearing Tae's nippie viewing tops.

He just can't leave the room when there is something that interesting to see, right?

🤣🤣

Oh, and btw, I mentioned in my previous post that JM didn't know where Tae's room was even though he'd been there for a couple of days already, right? Well, JK didn't either.

So, JK didn't even know where Tae's room is. I guess he's been too busy filming JM sleeping (in his/ perhaps their room/s).

Burn, I guess...

Oh, one more thing before I go.

Did you guys notice how JM's been sporting that new silver necklace of his?

Yesterday, shopping and during the live. Today posting a pic with it on his IG account.

And during the live today.

Remember, when he came into the room shirt came off (JK told us so) and then put back on for the camera. Necklace was on and stayed on.

Can't help but wonder if that necklace might have some kind of significance to JM.

You know, like this one that also seemed to make an appearance after Silver day 2022:

And if this necklace is JK's Silver day gift to JM, maybe, just maybe, those new silver hoops JK was rocking on his left ear might be JM's Silver day gift to JK.

BTS chaos is back full swing y'all.

[littlemssam]

Patch Updates

As always delete old Mods Files and the localthumbcache, when updating my Mods!

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Make sure to download the updated XML Injector when you Patch your Game!

Patch 1.110.265 Updates (All other Mods should still be compatible!):

Advanced Birth Certificate Anti Heat Pill (Pets) Autonomous Gardening Autonomous go Jogging when Sims are Stressed & Children can Jog too Better Butler (and Hire more Butler) Better Nanny (Second Nanny & more) Calendar Tweaks Carryable Performance Stage plus Sing Songs! Collectibles (Rock Digging) Rework (Slower/Harder) Flea Market appears every Sunday Food Delivery Service Go for a Walk with Cats Healthy Drinks Hire certain Vet Employees Hire certain Sims (incl. Family Members) at Restaurants Housewarming Party (instead of Welcome Wagon) Improved Kids Night Light Improved Practical Spells Kids can go for a Walk with Dogs Let Friends Age Up More Away Actions More Buyable Venues and new Venue Types More Woodworks My Little Neighborhood Objects don't share Inventory Parenting Skill for Teens & more Personal Objects (Computer, Tablets & more) Power Napping on Sofas Pregnancy Overhaul - Pregnancy Belly Part Pregnancy Overhaul - Can do more Part Retail Overhaul - Hire certain Employees Part Retail Overhaul - Go Shopping – More Options Part Sell more self made Woodwork at the Flea Market Sleep In Small Archaeology Overhaul Small Invite to Hang Out Overhaul Teach me the Rumbasim

Random Small Mods

Auto Grab Drink when Eating Purchased Items delievered via Mail Keyboard Piano sounds Copy Graduation Photos and Diplomas Better Power Water Production Higher Skill Faster Candle Making Bouncer Only Homeless Sims Fan Stans Only Homeless Sims New Hug Animation If Confident No Auto Club Gathering (Active Household) Horse Jump Parkour Teen Can Buy Lottery Ticket NPCs Auto Massage & Meditation Vampires No Cold Breath Lower Fire Chance Vacuum Time and Autonomy Changes Release all Ghosts & Get Urn for

Random Bug Fixes

Deliver Baby at Hospital Elevator Fix for Toddler & Pets Murphy Beds Fix Trait Buff Fixes Weather NPC Deaths

Probably obsolete, pls remove and test without it:

Stop Eating Spoiled Food Fix

EA patch fixed that in 1.110.265 "Sims will not eat spoiled food autonomously."

Other adopted Mods

Always keep a Doctor at Hospital Change Into Towel Everywhere Faster Gardening Homework Tweaks Immortality Potion Tweaks Keep Books after Publishing Kiss Neck for Adults More traumatic divorce for Children Play Cards Anywhere Subject Homework Tea for Children Violin & Guitar Bugfixes

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My Site with all possible Download Links: lms-mods.com

Support Questions via Discord only please!

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Twenty: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/ spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, GEN. SMUT, [All possible tags listed, all may not apply] GORE, MURDER

Info: Aw ur having such a cute dinner party... wtf is that?? [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

”Jesus Anakin, what happened?” You gasped, seeing the damaged door of his car as he walked you toward it. You crouched down and touched the big scrape, feeling the dented and scratch metal beneath your fingertips with a wince as you turned to look up at him, you were surprised to see a little smile on his face when you’d expected one of annoyance or anger.

”Some little girl backed into it.” He snickered, giving you a hand up from your squatted position. “Looks like there are worse drivers than you out in the world. Makes me shudder to think about.” He dramatically shivered, opening up your car door for you and guiding you into your seat with a hand on your ass.

”Was she alright?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he plopped himself down in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. 

“Yeah, it was a stationary accident. She was fine, just real upset.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair before starting the car and reaching over to put a hand on your thigh while he drove. “She had the tiniest dent and just a bit of paint on the bumper. Worried sick her momma would be mad about the insurance going up.”

”Oh poor thing.” You winced, knowing all too well the worry of something like that happening from experience.

”No, don’t ‘poor thing’ her.” He snorted, patting your thigh affectionately. “I told her to get some WD-40 and a magic eraser, it’ll fix it up and her mom won’t notice the dent for a while, its so small.” 

“Well what are you gonna do about your car?” You asked, feeling a strange mixture of pride in Anakin for taking care of the issue for the young girl and a dash of irritation that he’d be paying for the damage on his car when it wasn’t even his fault.

”Cliegg will take care of it.” Anakin shrugged, clearly unbothered by the whole situation.

”Really?” You raised an eyebrow in surprise, not realizing his stepfather had any auto-body experience.

”Yeah, we’ll buff the paint and pop the dent out, its no big deal doll.” He said reassuringly. Squeezing your knee as he drove the short distance back home. 

After arriving at your apartment you were pleasantly surprised to see that your entire apartment was spotless. The dishes were gone, the trash had been taken out, the floors vacuumed and mopped so well that you could catch a whiff of the faint scent of the cleaning solution he’d used. Even the basket of laundry had been emptied and put away. It was so nice to come home to a clean, fresh smelling home like this, you’d missed it so much more than you’d realized. 

It nearly made your heart ache. 

“Anakin you didn’t have to do all this.” You turned around, giving him an appreciative smile and swallowing the little lump in your throat that was trying to creep up and stop your breathing. 

“I know that princess,” He said softly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smile. “I just thought you might be able to relax a little better if i took care of it for you.”

”Thank you for being so sweet.” You whispered, inching closer to him until you were able to rest your head against his chest and allow him to hold you close.

“Anything for you doll,” He murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head lovingly. “You’re all tense sweetheart.” 

Anakin rubbed your back, one hand cupping the base of your skull, his fingertips gently scratching your scalp. After a moment of standing there comforting you, he pulled back and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He sighed, smiling down at you like you’d hung the moon just for him, you couldn’t help but blush. It was an endearing quality of his, the ability to love you so thoroughly that he didn’t even have to speak the words aloud. It often made you wonder if you exuded that same warm feeling for him, you wanted him to feel it like you did. 

It was odd, how one minute you were so completely enraptured in Anakin’s presence and the next you were punching down every guilty feeling or idea threatening to interrupt those sweet little daydreams. It seemed nearly impossible to get through a single line of thought without being intercepted and hijacked. It made you not want to think at all, made you wonder what it would be like to feel nothing but a void in your soul, not the kind that ached, the kind that burned your stomach and clawed your throat. You wanted the kind that was far removed from emotion the kind of void that was blank, empty and cold.

“Sorry, I- I was just thinking about getting in the shower.” you leaned back to look up into his face before getting to extricate yourself from his embrace.

“Let me come with you?” Anakin murmured, not entirely a question but not really a demand either. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” You said quietly, you had missed him of course, but there was someone out there you missed more. Not due to lack of love for Anakin, simply because it had felt like years since you’d spoken to the hunter who owned you as prey.

“Yeah, c’mon Ani.” Your voice a soft tone, hoping he’d accept the sudden subdued moment between you as one of reined in lust, rather than one of longing for another.

Anakin didn’t seem to notice, too busy ushering you toward the bathroom while he was ripping his clothing off. Whipping his shirt off over his head so aggressively that you heard one of the stitches pop, soon followed by the clattering of his belt and soft thud of his jeans hitting the bathroom floor.

“Mm.” Anakin grunted in a pleased manner as he watched you undress and toss your clothes into the laundry basket. “I love that pretty little set.” 

He whistled low and lustful as he stepped forward to fully appreciate the delicate fabric of your matching bra and panties. The snug bra had a cute, innocently sexy quality to it, the white and pink lace contrasting beautifully with your skin, the panties nearly entirely see through in the best way.

Anakin couldn’t stop smiling as he guided his palms over the soft planes of your physique as if he were seeing it for the first time all over again. Pausing his rough fingertips at the center of your spine he flicked his tongue out against your bottom lip and down your cheek to lave at your neck as a public declaration in purple. Both hands left a fiery wake as they slipped beneath the band of your bra and popped the clasp loose.

“Never gets old.” He shook his head and whispered quietly. “Every time I fall in love all over again.” 

“Ani, n-not yet.” You stuttered as he started to drag his tongue across your chest, goosebumps cropping up over your flesh so rapidly that it startled you. “At least let me rinse off the restaurant stink!” You squealed as he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into the shower.

”Brace yourself.” He giggled, turning on the water once you’d pulled the shower curtains closed. The water sprayed down cold upon your skin, making you gasp before it grew warmer. 

“Shit, that was colder than I thought it’d be.” He shivered, chilly hands caressing your stomach until he reached the pillowy softness of your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. “Worth it.” He grinned.

”Fuck you.” Swatting at his hands in playful defiance when you realized he wasn’t just being impatient, he’d wanted you to get doused in freezing water for his own satisfaction.

”Nope.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your slowly warming body, his lips tickling the sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I’ll be fucking you.”

The gravelly undertone of his voice rippled across your flesh and wormed its way down the planes of your body until it ripped into the coil growing taut in your core. Just like that, quicker than a snap of the fingers, you were putty in his strong, tattooed hands. His lips trailed down your neck, nibbled across your collarbone, and traveled to your breasts. His mouth and hands took their time massaging and tasting your water slicked skin, his little teasing nibbles turning into harder, needier bites as he moaned and fell to his knees.

”You just stay right there and make those pretty noises for me.” He murmured, lifting one of your legs to hook over his shoulder before nuzzling into your cunt.

”Anakin,” panting already as you grasped at his damp hair. “Anakin just fuck me already, you’ve been teasing me since we stepped in here.” You whined, trying to pull his face away from the apex of your thighs. 

Anakin’s hands roamed up your stomach and he shifted his position to tilt you farther back into the corner of the shower. He kept one firmly anchored to your hip that rested on his shoulder, the other gripped your chin with his thumb, pinky and ring fingers holding you in place. His middle and pointer finger forcing their way between your lips and pressing down on your tongue to shut you up.

”I want what I want and I’ll have it.” He growled, nipping your clit before diving back in to continue his work. His tongue tirelessly lapping at your folds, waning every time you neared orgasm until he had you desperately mewling around his fingers, your hips bucking against his smiling face. ”Keep your hands behind your back or I’ll make you wait longer.” He murmured, holding back a chuckle.

“Please?” You slurred, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth as you gagged on his fingers, your hands itching to move and force him to stay where you wanted him.

”You wanna cum?” He rasped, looking up at you beneath his thick lashes while flicking his tongue back and forth as he awaited your answer. A thick, garbled moan and rapid nod confirmed what he already knew, making him snicker as he slowly rose up.

”Well, you’ll just have to wait.” He whispered, wiping his face on your breasts, planting a kiss on your sternum before turning you until the water pelted your back so you’d face him while he soaped up your body.

”You’re joking.” You squeaked, your chest heaving with each breath as you shivered under the soapy loofah, the rough netting setting your already sensitive skin ablaze. “You can’t just-“

”Oh yes I can.” He interrupted you, a devilish smirk gracing his lips. “You were the one who wanted to wait until after the shower right?”

”But not like this! That was before you tortured me!” You whined, angrily grabbing the shampoos bottle, eager to get out of the shower and into the bed.

”C’mon doll, don’t complain or I��ll make it so much worse.” Promising more than just teasing, Anakin was promising a world full of nothing for you and all pleasure for himself.

”I need you, in a bad way.” He mumbled, spinning you to face the shower head so he could take over scrubbing your scalp and carding the shampoo down your tangled strands of hair. “Been waiting for you all evening, its your turn to wait now.” He growled, pressing his hardened erection against your ass, slotting it between your thighs to rub the tip against your folds, his rough hands gripping the base of his cock as he groaned. 

“This is so mean.” You whimpered, tilting your hips backward and grinding back on him.

”You better quit.” He chuckled, samcking your hip lightly before making you turn your back to the stream of water once again to rinse the suds from your hair. 

You couldn’t help but stare down at his hard, throbbing length. It stood there so proudly, so thick and pretty, adorned with that shiny silver jewelry that you never knew you needed before him. In the span of time that he’d had you distracted just by existing, he’d rinsed out your hair and rinsed himself off as well, the masculine scent of his body wash clinging to the steam of the shower. 

“Time for bed?” You grinned, wiggling your eyebrows as he led you out the shower and onto the soft bath mat, wrapping you in a towel.

”Oh you’re sleepy?” He teased, struggling not to smirk. “Well, I suppose I could wait until t-“

”No! You know that’s not what I meant!” You scowled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along behind you to the bedroom. 

“Moody little thing.” He mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. He used his free arm to pull you back against his chest, using your tight grip on his wrist to his advantage by twisting your arm behind your back. With that arm trapped between yourself and his chest, he leaned in closer, his plump lips brushing against you ear. “I believe we’ve discussed this before. Do. Not. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me.” 

Each word was punctuated with a pause that seemed louder than the words themselves. You’d heard that phrase. Heard it enunciated identically to this. The only difference between then and now is the person. 

“What did you just say to me?” You whispered, the warmth of your cheeks, flushed from arousal turned icy cold and pallid within milliseconds.

”I said not to raise your voice at me babydoll.” Anakin said sweetly, kissing your neck chastely before releasing you from his firm grasp, spinning you out of his hold as if on the dance floor. “It’s rude.” He chuckled, backing you up to the bed.

“Right.” You tried to swallow but it seemed as if you had temporarily lost that ability, “You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

You were startled, the aggressive embrace, the sudden change of tone, the familiar dialogue… that’s all it was. Familiar dialogue. Anakin was always a stickler for behavior, it wasn’t the first time you’d been chided by him over something small and it wouldn’t be the last. Anakin is aggressive sometimes too, this is fine.

“Atta girl.” Anakin chuckled, grabbing your chin in one hand, bringing your face closer to his for a slow, tender kiss. “I love it when you listen.” He murmured against your lips. 

“Doing my best.” You laughed uncomfortably, turning your head to the side to avoid his eyes.

”Aww, feeling shy?” He teased, stepping closer until you were forced to bend backward in order to look up into his face. 

Anakin cupped the back of your head in his large palm, using his free hand to hike one leg up over his hip. His tongue starting in the dip at the base of your throat, swiping side to side in a sidewinder fashion until he reached your jaw. The tip of his tongue traced the underside of your jaw lightly, traveling up the shell of your ear and ending with his teeth nibbling your earlobe. 

The sensation left behind was a cold flamed fire that spread from your flesh and began to seep deep into the marrow of your bones. 

“Shy?” You repeated in a whisper, having trouble forming a straight line of thought. Your brain felt off-kilter, like a switchboard operator had plugged all the cords in wrong. 

“Oh, poor thing.” He snickered, pushing you down gently. “You sound kinda stupid. Maybe just let me do the talking for now okay?” 

“S-sure.” You nodded, frowning slightly before one of his massive hands clamped down over your mouth.

”Good girl.” He grinned, pushing down on your stomach with his other hands laying flat, splaying his fingers to almost fully cover you abdomen. “Now lets see how long you can stay quiet.”

Diary Entry: October 14th

I love you. I love you so much. But I love that deer in the headlights  look on your face when I stitch your two worlds together even more. Why won’t you just admit it to yourself? Why do you continue to torture yourself like this? It’s baffling.  You’re sleeping beside me right now, if you could even consider what you’re doing to be sleep. Whimpering and mumbling in a  ‘being chased by a monster In your dreams’ kind of way. I’ve tried petting you, playing with your hair and even talking quietly. The only thing that seemed to work was  when I started to doodle in my notebook, maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you associate the sound of pencil on paper with safety. The brain is so weird in that way.  How is it that you couldn’t ever hear me break in and roam around your apartment but you could hear me sit in the floor with your cat in my lap and write in my journal? At this point I think even taking off my mask right in front of you wouldn’t convince you to see the truth.  What excuses are you giving yourself now?  What excuse are you going to come up with after you find out what I’ve done? 

Diary Entry: October 14th

I’m glad I kept the hall camera up. I’m glad I still check it, I’m glad I still have all the previous footage.   Lacey is a liar. 

October 15th

”Oh god, that’s just…” Luke gasped, the color in his cheeks draining clean to the floor beneath his as he stared at the tv in his living room. 

“Why the hell do they put crime scene photos like that on the damn news? Jesus.” Han said, whipping his hand out to the side to cover Luke’s face, knowing how squeamish he was compared to the average person. The photo didn’t reveal much at all, just a blurred figure sitting upright behind a counter.

“It’s the news Han, it’s not supposed to be puppies and rainbows.” Anakin said flatly, shutting the fridge door with two beer bottles in his hand, holding them by the neck and bringing them down on his knee. The first cap popped off easily and he caught it with his free hand, shifting the bottles slightly, he brought them down on his knee again and popped off the other cap.

“Well you’d think they wouldn’t put a dead guy on screen.” Han huffed, shaking his head.

”Show off.” You teased Anakin, watching him open the beers while you were busy rinsing the dishes from dinner off in the sink to then set up in the dishwasher. 

“That’s what I do baby.” He shrugged, a grin on his lips as he plopped himself down on the other side of Han, handing him one of the beers. 

“It was all blurred on purpose, they didn’t show anything gross.” Anakin said to Han dismissively. “Just don't watch the 20/20 special they’ll put out. They always get their hands on a couple gnarly crime scene pictures.” 

“Ain’t that right.” Luke gagged dramatically, recalling a memory of the true crime show that he and Han had watched a few weeks prior. 

“I don’t get why they haven’t released the name yet.” You mumbled, leaning against the counter as you glanced at the tv. “You think it was a minor?”

“No, they would’ve said that by now.” Anakin shook his head, sipping his beer. “They’re probably waiting for the autopsy or the family or something.”

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“What you’re seeing on screen now is a security photo, taken from a CCTV camera inside the building.” A male news anchor gestured to the upper left corner of the screen where a black and white photo was being displayed. It was grainy and dark, half of the lens obscured by something. “This is the only image released to the press via the police department, we were unable to confirm if this is the only image containing the suspect.”

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“What am I even looking at?” You asked, walking up behind the couch and leaning over Anakin’s shoulder.

“I don’t see a person there.” Luke said, craning his neck to the side in an attempt to see it from a different perspective.

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“Sources state that the substance obscuring the camera lens is black spray paint, making the majority of the image completely useless.” The news anchor spoke with a clear voice, pausing for a moment before speaking again.

“Analysis has confirmed that this re-touched image holds the only current clue to who the suspect is.” He paused again while a new photo appeared on screen, slightly different in color tone and slightly less grainy. The difference of the pictures side by side was quite clear, just above the black spray paint splotch, a slightly different shade of black and grey could be seen. “Highlighted within the yellow circle, you can just barely make out the shape of a hand holding the spray paint can.”

“Police are fairly certain the suspect is wearing a black long sleeved shirt or sweatshirt, as well as black gloves. Due to the poor quality, they were unable to determine the material of the clothing and gloves.” The female news anchor took over speaking while live footage of the crime scene played on screen. Police tape, an evidence tent and a coroner’s van could be seen in the center of the shot.

”Investigators working the scene have claimed there seems to be no clear motive in the murder and no suspect has been cited. The victim was a young, well liked individual, whose family claims had ‘no enemies’.” The female anchor continued, pausing again before switching gears slightly.

“The mall will remain closed for the next two weeks while the police continue to gather evidence. All other information is being withheld from the public while the investigation is still in it’s beginning stages. More on this story tonight at 6:00pm.”

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“That's it?” Han scoffed, shaking his head in frustration at the short ‘update’. “This is almost worse than ‘Frat Lake’.”

“What?” You squeaked, the heat in your body all rising to your head at once, making you feel light headed. 

“You know, ‘Frat Lake’.” Luke turned around to look at you, “Those guys they found in the cabin across the lake from ours.”

“Oh, no… I know what you’re talking about. I guess I just didn’t realize they’d given the case a name.” You said quickly, trying not to stumble over your words.

“Well it’s like one of the main things in the news still, of course they gave it a name.” Luke said, shifting in his seat to put his arm on the back of the couch. “I don’t know about you but I still don’t think that kid did all of that by himself.”

“What makes you say that?” Anakin asked, his hand reaching up to snake underneath your arm and squeeze your bicep as if he could sense your nervousness even if he didn’t consciously recognize it.

“It was all so weird.” Luke said, looking over at Han. “Didn’t they say there weren’t any fingerprints anywhere?”

“Yeah, no fingerprints, no serial number on the gun, no bullet in the one dude.” Han mused aloud, each syllable from his lips making your stomach rise an inch higher in your throat. “He left those others alive, in the closet. It just didn’t make sense.”

“Well, shit happens.” Anakin said nonchalantly. “Maybe the plan changed.” Anakin’s thumb brushed back and forth over the soft skin of your inner arm, tilting his head up and to the side to kiss your arm. 

“Maybe, yeah.” You agreed, your eyes shifting away quickly as your cheeks grew hot and your throat began to itch. “He probably realized he’d screwed up big time and panicked. Maybe that’s why he posted that stuff before he killed himself.” You suggested, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation but feeling it was more awkward not to give any input. So you simply repeated a paraphrased version of what Ghost had said to you.

“Probably.” Han agreed, nodding slowly before he put his arm across Luke’s shoulder. “I mean they weren’t good people so I kind of have a hard time feeling too bad about it.”

Anakin snickered at Han’s comment, turning his head away from the group for a moment before returning his eyes to the tv. 

“What? You think they should’ve gotten away with it?” Han asked with a scoff. “Maybe they didn’t deserve to die, but I think a few days in that closet might have been good for them.”

“Oh no, not at all. I’m with you 100%.” Anakin said with a crooked upturn in his top lip. “I’d say you’re probably right on the nose there buddy. That’s probably what that little shrimpy kid had in mind. I doubt he planned on them all dying. He was probably hoping they’d get found before then.”

“Great so now Han has a true crime buddy to yap about the unspeakable with.” Luke grumbled, looking over at you with a look of understanding and sympathy. His face morphed into concern when he met your eyes. “Jesus babe, you alright?”

“Ani,” You said quietly, unable to come to terms with the fact that they were all so casually speaking about the case that you’d been involved in. “I don’t feel so good.” 

“C’mere.” He said worriedly as he stood up and walked around behind the couch to stand in front of you, cupping your face in his hands to inspect you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we please talk about something else?” You whispered, feeling tired and drained compared to how lively and happy you were just moments before. Ghost was right to tell you that you shouldn’t watch the news on ‘Frat Lake’. You’d thought you were over it, but the guilt just smashed into you like a mac truck.

“Feeling squeamish?” He asked, his eyes soft and caring as you nodded. “Lukey, it’s your lucky day. No more crime-talk. We’ve upset the fairer sex.” Anakin joked, trying to break the mask of seasick green that covered your pretty face. 

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief, changing the channel immediately, searching for something more friendly and less murdery. “This was supposed to be a cute double date. Not a gorefest.” He muttered under his breath.

Diary Entry: October 16

You know what? I complain in this little book a lot but honestly I just can’t help it. I’m a whiny guy sometimes and that’s okay. I can’t complain out loud. Even if I really wanted to. The other day made me feel kind of bad, after we left Luke and Han’s you were in a sluggish mood for the rest of the night. That’s okay, I get it. But I haven’t gotten all my fuckin’ done. I’ve been debating the possibility of digging Ghost back up just to get in a few extra rounds with you. I know you can handle it. You’ve done it before.  Anyway, I get it. You need some time to process that conversation but please for the love of all things holy, do it quickly before I go bonkers. You’re always right here with me and I can’t get enough of you, it's always been like that but before I was able to have you so much more. I was fuckin’ for two. 

Diary Entry: October 17

You keep texting Ghost. Why? It’s never a question. It’s never begging. You just tell him about your day. You tell him things you don’t tell me.  Do you really love that side of me more? Is this love for the best version of myself not authentic? I wish you’d stop texting. It’d save me a world full of confusion. I don't know what the hell to do. I need you to stop. I don’t know that I want you to see the two of me blended together anymore. The longer this goes on, the more worried I’ve made a big fat mistake I become.  Why do you trust him so much? It’s not like I didn’t lie to your face constantly. Knowing how badly you want Ghost to engage makes me want to bury him even deeper. I separated these two sides of myself for a reason, to give you the best and only the best. I lost that original goal somewhere along the way. 

Date: oct 18th

“Can you hand me that big spoon please?” You asked Anakin as you worked around him in the kitchenette of his apartment. 

“No.” He said flatly, even as he was handing it to you before you finished your sentence, making you snort softly. 

“Thank you!” You said in a sing-songy voice, turning back toward the stovetop to finish stirring up the pasta sauce. “Are you almost done with those?” You asked over your shoulder.

“I’ll be done when I’m done darlin’. This takes time and precision.” Anakin said seriously, holding up a finger to signal you to wait. 

“Ani…” You sighed, turning off the burner you were using and walking over behind him, pushing him to the side with your hip so you could see what he was doing. “Anakin SKywalker!” You gasped, smacking his arm.

“What?” He grinned, looking down at your red and embarrassed face. “You don’t like my cookies?” His lips in a pout.

“Just put them in the oven, we don’t even have time…” You tried to scowl but ended up with a downturned smile that gave way to surprise when you heard a knock at the front door. “See? No time to change them anyway.” You sighed.

“It’s unlocked!” Anakin shouted, scraping the left over chocolate chip cookie dough off his fingers with his teeth. 

“Oh my god, this place looks… exactly as expected.” Luke snickered as he walked into Anakin’s apartment for the very first time, seeing his eclectic design and decor choices.

“Yeah, looks cool as hell.” Anakin nodded, a big grin on his face as he funneled a few stray chocolate chips into his mouth and then dusted his hands off over the sink before washing them thoroughly. 

“Where’s this record collection you're always going on about?” Han asked, setting a big tote bag down on the center of the table. 

“In my lair.” Anakin said, happily jogging over to his bedroom door to let Han look through them. “Feel free to dig around, I don’t mind.” He said as he flopped down onto his neatly made bed.

Meanwhile Luke was looking through the random trinkets and knick-nacks littered about the living area. Occasionally scooting something around to get a better look at it, like he was grocery shopping and searching for a ripe avocado. You heard a gasp and the sound of Luke’s ‘ew gross’ noise and quickly turned around.

“What the hell is this?” He squeaked, pointing to a jar on a shelf positioned above the couch. 

“Oh, shit Luke. You scared me.” You laughed, walking over and standing up on the couch to grab the jar and bring it down for him to look at. “It’s a wet specimen.” 

“It looks like a… I don't know.” He grimaced. “Is it a kitten?”

“It’s a rat.” You laughed, turning the jar slowly to give him the 360 view.

“Why the fuck would- Anakin?!” Luke shouted and after a few seconds both Han and Anakin came out of the bedroom. “Why?” Luke squeaked out, pointing to the jar is disgust.

“Oh! You met Bertie.” He grinned, walking over and picking up the jar. “Bertie was… a gift.” He said awkwardly.

“You got a rat in a jar… as a gift?” Han scoffed in disbelief.

“No, I got the rat as a gift. The jar came after.” Anakin grinned, putting the jar back up on the shelf. “Wet specimens are a form of taxidermy. Bertie was my first and only childhood pet. I wanted to keep him.” He shrugged.

“I’m… okay.” Luke blinked, sharing a look with Han. “Remember when I said he was too good to be true? I was right.” Luke frowned in disgust at the jar.

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal, we had stuff like this in the science lab in highschool. I thought it was sweet.” You defended Anakin’s odd keepsake because it really didn’t seem all that odd. 

“Sweet?” Luke scoffed. “Babe. No.”

“Ah, leave him alone.” Han snickered. “You just picked up a stray cat and named him after your dead one. You’re weird too.”

“No. That’s different!” Luke insisted, crossing his arms and looking at you in hopes you backed him up but you were too busy giggling at the exchange to even pay attention. 

“Ah, well. Don’t come crying to me when Art the second dies and you want him in a jar.” Anakin snickered, teasingly clapping Luke on the shoulder.

“That’s serial killer shit bro.” Han snorted, following Anakin over to the oven where the cookie timer was beeping.

“Oh yeah?” Anakin grinned widely, holding up his hand in a fist to bring down a few inches above Han’s chest. “What’s the Psycho sound effect? ‘Ree-Ree-Ree’?” He snort-laughed, bringing his fist down repeatedly in a stabbing motion.

Han laughed, dramatically going along with Anakin’s jest by slumping over on the counter and reaching out a hand for Luke, making a fake strangled gurgling noise. Anakin shot a big smile over at you before he bent down to pull out the cookie tray from the oven while Han straightened back up and went over to console a very unamused Luke. 

“C’mon it was funny.” He laughed, putting an arm around him and steering him toward the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair and gently shoved Luke down into it by the shoulder. 

“How do you expect me to eat when there’s a dead rat in the room?” He asked in whiny voice.

“Anakin? Do you mind?” You prompted him with an apologetic glance. 

“Ugh, fine.” He rolled his eyes and made his way to the shelf, grabbing Bertie’s jar and taking it to his bedroom to stow it away while Han and Luke stayed for dinner. 

“Don’t you dare fuck with my cookies!” Anakin playfully shouted as he reentered the room to see you plating the cookies out of order. 

“Oh come on.” You whined as he picked you up by the waist and carried you over to the table, sitting you down next to Luke. 

“I think they put us in time out.” Luke muttered, his chin resting on his fist as he watched Han and Anakin filling plates and bowls for the four of you. 

“Yeah.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you flipped on the tv. “Feels like it.”

“Eat.” Anakin said firmly as he sat down a bowl and plate in front of you, returning in a second with a glass of water. “Please.” He added in a sweeter tone as he kissed your cheek and sat down beside you with his own food. 

“Gimme that.” Han said, snatching the remote from your hand. He turned his seat sideways to better view the tv as he searched for the local news. 

“Wait, they’ll run it again in an hour.” Anakin said, snapping his fingers to get Han’s attention. “Remember how the ladies acted last time? You want it to be worse?” He gestured to the food on the table.

“Oh. Yeah you’re right.” Han chuckled, switching off the tv for the time being, deciding that the latest press release could wait until after dinner. 

“Ladies?” Luke repeated with his jaw hanging open. “Han really?” 

“What?” He snickered, turning his head to grin at Anakin. “He’s right. Just looking out for you hon.” He said, ruffling up Luke’s hair. 

“Oh whatever.” You muttered under your breath. “You two are awful when you’re together.” You said jokingly to Han and Anakin. 

Dinner went smoothly for the remainder of the time everyone was sat together at the table. The food you’d prepared and cooked alongside Anakin was much better than he gave himself credit for. He’d wanted to order in, insisting that Granny Lee at Thai Palace was a much better cook than either of you. (She was.) But you managed to convince him that it would be like a competition to see who could host better and that seemed to change his opinion very quickly. Even more so when you allowed him to take over making dessert all by himself. Which you sorely regretted.

“Cookies?” Anakin asked, a wicked grin spread from ear to ear as he placed the neatly lined up chocolate chip cookies down onto the center of the table. You sighed, blushing deeply as you hid your face behind your hands when Han busted out laughing and Luke started to giggle. 

“Darlin’, go ahead.” Anakin prompted, rubbing between your shoulder blades while chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Choose one.”

The pristine white ceramic cookie platter held a baker’s dozen of chocolate chip cookies, each housing a letter made of chocolate chips.

G-O-H-O-M-E-I-M-H-O-R-N-Y

“I suppose I’ll just take the G.” You laughed, hiding your blushing cheeks with one hand while picking up your chosen cookie with the other. 

“Momma always said you gotta send your guests home with a parting gift.” Anakin snickered, tonguing his labret piercing. 

“Are you kicking us out?” Han laughed, grabbing a random cookie without a second thought. 

“Nah, not yet. When the cookies are gone, you two better get going unless you want a show.” Anakin grinned, jabbing you in the ribs with his knuckles to tickle you and make you laugh despite yourself. 

“Shut up!” You giggled, reaching up and behind yourself to gently smack his cheek. 

“Ooh, feisty.” Anakin leaned down and tipped your chin up with his middle finger, planting a kiss to your lips before he yanked on your hair and sprinted away to the couch, leaving you with a scowl as you smoothed out your hair. 

“Ready?” Han asked as he walked over and plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch to watch the press release from the local police department. 

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A tall imposing police officer stood behind the dark stained oak podium, tapping a thin stack of papers into order on the wooden surface before clearing his throat and nodding to someone off camera. A few camera flashes could be seen as he leaned forward to speak into the handful of microphones situated on the podium. 

“On October 13, 2024, at approximately 6:32 AM, the Police Department responded to a report of a possible homicide located at Revival Records within the East Side Mall." He made a short pause.

"Upon arrival, Officers met with an employee who wishes to remain anonymous, who discovered the deceased victim, a male identified by family members as Eric Codgins aged 24.” The officer waited a moment to flip to the next page of his pre-typed speech.

“Investigators were called in to begin immediate follow-up." He stated, looking up from his papers into the crowd.

"Those on scene learned that the victim had passed away while inside Revival Records during closing hours the previous night. The Coroner took possession of the deceased, and the results of the full autopsy are pending. The current information available reads: Victim is believed to have expired between 6:30PM to 8:30PM. The deceased was found to be missing several body parts which were found to be stowed away on the victim’s corpse.”

“There were several tools and other affects found at the crime scene that point to the work of at most, two individuals involved in the murder.” The officer sat down his papers, cleared his throat and stepped back to allow another officer to take over the podium.

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“Body parts?” You asked in surprise. “I thought they found him sitting up in a chair.”

“They did.” Han nodded in agreement as you made your way to the couch and settled against Anakin’s side. 

“Well how did they… what parts are missing?” You asked in morbid curiosity.

“Baby they aren’t going to release that just yet.” Anakin said as he put his arm around you and planted a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “That’s the kind of thing they withhold for when they question someone.”

“Mmm, right yeah that makes sense.” You hummed in response.

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“We will now allot for a brief Q and A session.” The new, younger looking officer announced as they stepped up to the podium. Looking immediately regretful as reporters and the like started shouting out questions.

“There have been many rumors circulating that this crime is occult in nature due to the brutality and mutilation to the deceased." The young officer paused with his lips pursed impatiently as the crowd began speaking over him.

"We have explored this lead in great excess and are confident that it does not fit the description of any satanic or otherwise occult crimes.” He responded, another round of loud shouting starting up the moment he stopped speaking.

“We are still working closely with the coroner’s office in determining the official cause of death as well as the murder weapon." He shifted on his feet as though uncomfortable with the information he was about to give.

"What we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knives; both of these variants are illegal in our state.” The young officer responded, pausing and holding up his hand to signal for the room to remain silent as a fellow officer joined him for a moment to whisper something to him.

“I’ve just been cleared to confirm a frequently asked question on the case.” He cleared his throat as his colleague stepped back. “We are aware of the use of CCTV cameras that utilize time-stamped photos as a means of security are used throughout the mall and among several other stores and workplaces throughout the city."

"There is no immediate threat to other businesses or establishments that we are aware of, though we do urge business owners to update their surveillance technology to twenty four hour surveillance taping rather than timed photos.” The officer paused again while the crowd burst into another bout of questions.

“With that being said, our investigative team has determined the CCTV photos from the crime scene have not been altered, modified or tampered with in any way before or after the crime occurred." He continued, seemingly agitated that he was continuously being interrupted.

"The only camera on site that was tampered with was located in the service hallway behind Revival Records, via the use of spray paint.” He cleared his throat again, seemingly pausing for a deep breath before preparing to answer the next top question.

“It is not known how the perpetrators worked around the timed photos, though what we can say is that there is obvious movement of objects and the victim’s position in these stills. The only photo of a suspect we have at this time is the photo released earlier this week."

"The image is obscured in such a way that our team has been unsuccessful in enhancing it any further.” The officer stepped away from the podium as the first speaker came back into view to speak once more.

“This will conclude our Q and A session for the time being. Our hearts go out to the Codgins family who will be holding a public vigil for their son in the main square, downtown tomorrow at 5:00PM. We’d like to close this session by saying that while there are no current suspects, rest assured we are working diligently to find the persons responsible for this heinous act.”

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“Well that was a crock of shit.” Han scoffed, shaking his head as he reached up to his right side to squeeze Luke’s knee. 

“Do you want to go?” You asked Anakin quietly, a hint of concerned understanding lacing your words.

“To the vigil?” Anakin asked, his eyebrows raised as if he were surprised you were asking. “I mean… do you think I should? I didn’t really know him that well.”

“Well I don’t know, I just thought maybe since you saw him so often you might want to?” You asked, leaning your head over on his shoulder while playing with the rings on his right hand.

“You knew him?” Luke asked in surprise.

“Kind of?” Anakin sighed, looking at the tv screen as he spoke. “I go to that record store all the damn time so I saw him quite a bit but it’s not like we were friends or anything.” 

“Was he weird or like an ass or something?” Han asked curiously.

“What? No.” Anakin snorted softly. “He was just… normal I guess. I don’t know man, he was just the guy I handed my money to, you know?” 

“Right, yeah I get that.” Han nodded, while you on the other hand just quietly listened to the conversation happening around you. 

Noticing that something in Anakin’s voice had changed slightly, as though he weren’t fully engaged in the topic anymore despite still speaking about it somewhat in depth with the other boys. You assumed that he was busy watching the rest of the news broadcast still playing on screen and only giving the conversation a third of his attention, splitting it between petting you and halfheartedly watching the tv.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, disguising the question as a kiss on the cheek, knowing he probably wouldn’t appreciate you asking it aloud.

“Oh, yeah sweetheart.” He mumbled, bringing his hand up to twist the ring on the left side of his lip. “I’m all good, just thinkin’ that’s all.” He smiled.

“Okay Ani.” You said in a tone that let him know you didn’t exactly believe him, but you were willing to let it slide for now.

“So you guys want to watch a movie or something?” Anakin asked, licking over his top row of teeth. 

“Yeah sure, but I want some drinks or something.” Han said, rubbing his palms together. 

“I’ve got beer and that’s about it.” Anakin said with a shrug. “Or actually I think my girl’s got a bottle of wine, don’t you baby?” He asked.

“Yeah but we took it to my apartment, remember?” You said, patting his hand. 

“What a shame, you live so far away.” He tsk’d, smiling crookedly. 

“Speaking of, why don’t you guys just live together already?” Luke butted in, always one to ask awkward questions without a filter.

“Uh…” Anakin looked over at you as if he were asking permission to answer for the both of you, but you just shrugged. “You know, that’s a great question.”

“I guess we kind of already do live together. We always sleep in the same bed every night, just not always in the same apartment.” You said with a slight laugh. 

“I always imagined when I found my person that we’d move into a house, not an apartment. So maybe that’s why.” Anakin said, standing up and pulling you with him. 

“Are you saying you need a realtor?” Luke asked, his voice proving his excitement at having started this conversation and bringing up this topic. “I can call my mom. She’s got a realtor lady friend.”

“Oh yeah!” You nodded, “I remember her I think, blonde, scary acrylics?”

“Yep, that’s Amy.” Luke snickered, pulling out his phone and sending a text to his mother to get the information. 

“Well I guess we’re house hunting then, hmm?” Anakin grinned, smacking your ass lightly to usher you along. 

“I suppose we are.” You giggled excitedly, allowing him to usher you away from the couch without really knowing why he had gotten you up in the first place. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking down over your shoulder at his hand that was firmly planted on your ass. 

“Walking with you to go get that wine.” He chuckled, glancing back to see Han and Luke chatting while Luke hung off the edge of the couch. 

“Oh, right.” You nodded, letting him lead the way across the hall and into your apartment.

“So do you think I should go?” He asked the moment the door closed behind the two of you and you were in the hallway alone.

“Go where?” You asked in confusion. “The vigil?”

“Yeah, do you think I should go?” He asked, unlocking your apartment door and pushing it open for you, tonguing his lip piercings. “I knew him so like, i should right? Would it be weird if I did?”

“Ani, you’re overthinking it.” You sighed, picking up your cat as she sidled up beside you and rubbed against your leg. “If you want to go, then go and I'll come with you.”

“But I don’t want to go.” Anakin shook his head, leaning against the counter. “But I feel like I should.”

“Will it make you feel better?” You asked, scratching Boogie’s head.

 

“Nah, baby.” He shrugged. “I don’t feel bad in the first place, there’s nothing to feel better about.”

“Really?” You asked curiously, thinking it was odd that he was making such a big deal over it but still claiming he didn’t care. “How come? I mean you seemed friendly with him, didn’t you call him by some nickname?”

“Nickname?” Anakin scoffed. “No, that was an insult. Ferdinand, you know like the bull from that kids book? I called him that because he looked like an idiot with that big ol’ honking nose ring.”

“That’s a little hypocritical for someone who has a pound of metal in their face.” You pointed out with a sly smirk. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes at you, but smiled anyway. 

“Ani, seriously though.” You said, sitting the cat down on the kitchen counter so you could walk over and smush yourself against him. “If you’re this worried about it, maybe you should go, just for your own peace of mind.”

“No, no you were right babydoll. I was overthinking it.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“If you change your mind it’s okay.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. 

“I know darlin’. Thank you.” He murmured, tilting your head back in one of his massive hands to tenderly kiss you, barely parting his mouth to lick across the plumpness of your bottom lip. “You always know what to say. Always.”

“Mmm.” You hummed, smiling against his mouth. 

“I love you baby.” He whispered, squeezing you a little tighter as he tucked his face into your neck, his knees bent slightly. 

“I love you too.” You said quietly, your hand coming up to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Alright let’s go back over there before I end up fuckin’ you.” He sighed, sniffing as he awkwardly tried and failed to shift his half-hard dick by kicking out one leg, resigning himself to shoving his hand down his pants instead. 

“Really?” You snorted, smirking as a pink tint grew across your face.

“Yes really.” He grumbled. “Your fault. Bein’ all hot and shit all the time.”

“My bad.” You shrugged and giggled, grabbing the wine bottle from the fridge and following Anakin on the short trip back across the hall where you found Luke and Han now cutely cuddled up on the couch. 

“Back already?” Han smirked, shooting Anakin a knowing look.

“We have company man.” Anakin grinned. “I can wait til after you’re gone. I’m not a complete horn-dog.”

You snickered, swatting at his chest before turning away to pour two glasses of wine, one for yourself and one for Luke, handing it to him before offering your glass to Han, but he held up a beer bottle to show he’d already found himself a drink. So you happily climbed back over into your preferred corner of the couch with Anakin, tossing the boys a blanket before covering yourself and Anakin up with another, getting settled in for your movie night. 

Just before Anakin picked up the remote to search for something suitable to watch, the newscasters announced the arrival of newly released, or rather, leaked photos from the CCTV at the Revival Records crime scene.

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“The photos on screen now show very miniscule changes between frames. Each picture is taken at thirty second intervals, these three photos are shown chronologically.” The female newscaster held up her hand to gesture to the left side of the screen where three photos were lined up, each with a slight change between them.

“Our sources state that the majority of photos are similar to these, depicting very small movements around the victim, whether it be objects moving across the counter or even the digital footprint of the computer which showed activity during the time of the attack.” She said, looking over to her co-host for them to take over. 

“With no trace of the suspect or suspects in any of these photos, it’s hard to understand how this crime was committed. According to several twitter posts currently circulating, users are theorizing the crime was committed by someone with a military background or perhaps even a poltergeist.” The co-host said, cracking a smile at the end as a few different twitter posts went up on screen to back up their statement. 

“With such a brutal crime occurring on Friday the 13th in October, there was bound to be some wild claims, especially due to the seemingly invisible perpetrator of the crime.” They said, quickly switching back to their professional approach. “Online users have officially dubbed the suspect ‘The Ghost’.”

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Your eyes snapped up to the screen as your vision went blurry, unsure that you’d heard correctly, your voice sounded far away as you asked Luke to confirm the newscaster’s declaration. After having it confirmed, a sweet taste leaked out into your mouth. Your fingers went to your lip slowly and as you pulled your hand away, you heard Anakin speaking to you as though muffled by water. The words were unclear but his tone was understandable enough that you nodded along with whatever he was saying and allowed him to leave your iron grip to grab a paper towel for you. 

“Open up.” He said softly, his eyebrows pinched together in worry as he dabbed at your lip.

You did as he prompted and opened your mouth, hearing him wince as he pulled your bottom lip down carefully to expose the chunk you’d bitten out of the inside of your cheek. He sighed, tossing the remote to Luke so he could take over while Anakin tended to your self imposed wound. He carefully doctored you as best he could, wadding up a paper towel to soak up the blood trickling out to mix with your saliva while he put ice in a ziploc bag and wrapped it in a hand towel to hold against your cheek.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly, tilting and turning your face gently to check for swelling as he held the ice pack. 

“Uh huh.” You nodded, your eyes not meeting his. “I’m okay.” You smiled weakly, standing up and taking out the paper towel that hindered your speech, tossing it in the trash can. 

“Are you sure?” Anakin asked, following behind you closely as you curled back up on the couch and waited for him to settle beside you.

“I’m sure.” You said flatly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “Can you just sit down? Please?” You asked impatiently as he stood in front of you, wearing that same concerned expression that had been there since the moment you injured yourself. 

“Right, of course babydoll.” He nodded, swallowing hard as he sat down and pulled you over into his lap. “Is this better? Can I get you anything? You’re comfy?”

“Can you stop talking?” You grumbled quietly, nestling yourself against his chest as he put both arms around you and settled your lower half between his thighs, cradling you in his embrace. 

“S-sure.” He nodded, furrowing his eyebrows but not complaining or prodding any further. 

“What we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knives…” 

The police may not know what weapon was used. But you do.

The first half of Texas Chainsaw Massacre was spent in complete and utter silence between you and Anakin. An event that had never occurred before and you assumed would never occur again. He was always giving commentary, especially with movies he loved. This shouldn’t have been a quiet movie. He should’ve been yapping about what was going on behind the scenes, what props were used in place of other things, which lines were improvised, what he thought would’ve worked better had he been in charge of directing the film. But he was so, so silent. 

“Where is it?” You whispered. 

“Hmm?” He hummed as though he hadn’t heard you, but you knew by the way his heart sped up that he had. 

“Where is it?” You repeated yourself, trying to keep your voice as low and monotone as possible so you wouldn't alert Luke or Han. 

“Baby, I dunno what you're asking me.” He said quietly, shaking his head and putting his hand on the back of your head to hold you down against his chest when you tried to pull away to look at him.

“Anakin, no you-” You started, but stopped before the next word could be formed.

“Don’t tell me no.” He said sternly. Whispering into your hair as he threaded his fingers through it soothingly. “Everythin’s fine.”

“No, no I need you to tell me right now wh-”

Suddenly his mouth was on yours as he cupped your face in both hands, aggressively, passionately, angrily kissing you. If you couldn't have a verbal argument, he’d give you a physical one. He was telling you to shut up. You were telling him to please say something, anything. He was begging you to stop asking, you were begging him to come clean. 

“Jesus you guys, get a room.” Luke snickered quietly and you felt Anakin’s hand leave your face, his arm moving upward quickly, presumably flipping him off before returning his hand where it belonged. 

“Oh come on I was just joking, I don’t-”

“Shut up.” You and Anakin snapped at him in unison, turning your heads simultaneously and resuming your passionate wordless discussion. 

“Ew oh my god.” Luke groaned, nudging Han. 

“Leave ‘em be.” Han snorted, pulling Luke up from the couch and gently shoving him toward the kitchen to gather their things and before they’d even shut the door to the apartment Anakin was whipping his shirt off over his head.

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Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

[megumimania]

STICKY — shoko ieiri

synopsis: after blocking and removing your toxic ex gf from your life, shoko finds you at a party. will you stand on business or will you fall into her trap again?

warnings/tags: smut (18+), light fingering, toxic relationship, toxic ex gf! Shoko x fem!reader, reader and shoko both ain’t shit, yuki deserves better, everyone is sick of their bs, slightly ooc but who cares, wlw

vi’s notes: I’m back!

“So where’s your new girlfriend?” Shoko asks, sidling up next to you on the couch, looking around for the buff, leggy blonde that Satoru wouldn’t shut up about.

Yuki, your new girlfriend who everyone thought was God’s gift to the world. She stood at 6’2 and was a physics and anthropology student, a degree combination that was so niche and interesting she couldn’t even use her esteemed medical degree as a one up to make herself feel slightly better.

And to make matters worse she fixed up cars in her spare time, working part time at the local auto repairs shop. Which meant aside from her strength that she must have had killer hand dexterity, Shoko thought as she stalked her Instagram account one night, trying to find a flaw or weakness in Yuki’s image that would give her an ego boost.

It must’ve been nothing compared to Shoko’s meticulous and precise hands that allowed her to hold a scalpel without a hint of slight tremor, thanks to years of med school training.

She wondered if Yuki fucked you better than she did, the mere image of Yuki’s hands running over your body and claiming you, sent a wave of jealousy running towards her.

Your ten month relationship with Shoko was one that was toxic yet thrilling. Even though you hated to admit it, you lowkey enjoyed it.

The arguments, the make up sex, the way you’d rile each other up on purpose just for fun of it, hanging out with the people you both warned each other about and heading to places you knew she’d didn’t want you to be at, Suguru often joked that it was you two’s fucked up version of foreplay and you couldn’t deny it.

That was until it wore off, until the fighting got tiring and your friends were starting to get tired of picking sides all the time and picking up the pieces of your now fraught relationship. Especially Utahime, who was tired of playing mediator every time shit hit the fan. She loved you both as individuals but hated you together and she often made a point of it to tell you both each time.

So you finally threw in the towel for real this time and you both officially called it quits. Since then you made sure that your paths wouldn’t cross in the online and digital realm, blocking and deleting her from every avenue of your life.

However that didn’t mean your paths didn’t cross at some times, since you both ran in similar circles you often bumped into each other at school events, clubs or at parties but it never escalated from the weird, intense fleeting eye contact you both engaged in for a good minute before never seeing or speaking a word to each other again.

“Busy.” You reply, keeping it short and sweet. You didn’t even want to give her any more ammunition against you.

You knew she was itching for a morsel, for any part of your now guarded body language to betray itself and reveal that you still wanted her as much as she wanted you but she rather die than admit that out loud. She’d been watching your IG stories from burner accounts that you hadn’t found and blocked yet, she stalked your potentials online warding them off you.

“Oh, so trouble in paradise then?” She asked with a lazy grin, her cigarette still lit and hanging on her lower lip, the embers falling onto her lap. You never wanted more than now to slap that stupid grin and the cigarette off her face.

You scoffed at her fucking audacity, the way her dark eyes twinkled slightly at the mentions of the possibility of there being trouble in your relationship with your girlfriend.

“Don’t get your hopes up Sho, I’d still wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” You shot back with a smile, watching the faint light dim in her eyes.

Bullseye.

However she quickly recovered, her nonchalant demeanour returning as quickly as it left. You could tell she was subtly checking you out as she purposely blew out the smoke from her lips into your direction, making your nose twitch in agitation.

“Can’t you be a civilised being and smoke outside, like you know…regular people do?” You snapped at her, motioning to the backyard where all the smokers congregated, engaging in conversation with each other. The faint smell of cigarettes now clung onto your clothes, masking the sweet yet floral notes of the perfume you were wearing.

She liked how she still could get a reaction out of you no matter how small, it wasn’t like she was keeping score of this current interaction but if she was, it would be safe to say that she was winning right now. But who was keeping score?

“Ouch babe, you really know how to hit ‘em where it hurts.” She said, clutching her chest tightly as she feigned hurt. You rolled her eyes at her theatrics, with it obvious that she learned from the best, the Satoru Gojo himself. “And leave you all alone, pretty? Who’s gonna keep you entertained at this shit fest? It’s not like your girlfriend is gonna come and save the night anyway.”

The use of the pet name almost set your skin alight, it shouldn’t have had the effect that it did on you. Besides you’ve moved on and got a new girlfriend who’d moved heaven and earth if you asked, yet you were slightly buzzed on a couch with your ex girlfriend, ribbing with one another like it was nothing.

Did this count as cheating?

Probably. Yet your conflicting feelings were sidelined as you felt a thrill up your spine as Shoko bitterly mentioned your girlfriend. Good, that she was finally rattled, finally threatened by someone else that she couldn’t use her intellect against as a one up for her to heal her own insecurities.

Yuki was smart, pretty and was set to graduate with Honours in the following spring. A world away from the people Shoko fraternised with, shallow and insecure types that either viewed her solely as a sexy enigma of a woman or the one’s that were desperately seeking her approval and validation blindly going with anything she wanted, even if it meant letting her play them like fools. You pitied them every time you saw them debut on Shoko’s IG story, knowing that time was ticking before she got bored again.

“You sound real jealous.” It was now Shoko’s turn to let out a huff of her own at your ridiculous claim. She wasn’t jealous was what she told herself regularly when she spotted you and Yuki holding hands on campus or when she looked at pictures of the two of you looking loved up on Utahime’s instagram as her fourth burner account got suspended for ‘suspicious activity’. She’d spend hours poring over every single angle and feature, trying to find a fissure in the loved up display of romance you posted online.

Fuck it she was jealous but her pride was stronger than anything else, no matter how good you looked in your outfit that did nothing to hide your figure or the way you mindlessly chewed on your bottom lip.

“I’m just saying, was that the best you could do? You had to find someone who could literally pass Satoru’s sister. I always knew you had a secret thing for him.” She remarked, a classic Shoko move that you knew all too well. When she got cornered her defense was outlandish claims that she knew would piss you off.

Yet even your knowledge of this wouldn’t prevent you from playing into her hand. You knew that Yuki and Satoru weren’t even alike at all, aside from the fact that they both studied physics, were tall and had their own unorthodox methods of doing things along with their niche hobbies. It was that slightly condescending, clinical approach that she used when she said these things that caused you to flip.

“Even you don’t believe that.” You scoff looking over at her once again. “You’re just saying anything to keep me here, talking to you.” You turned to her fully, looking at her properly for the first time your eyes meeting hers in the low lights of the party, whilst the other partygoers carried on not privy to the reunion taking place between you both. You felt Gojo’s eyes search for you in the crowd but the feeling quickly vanished, letting you breathe out a sigh of relief. Knowing the hell he’d raise if he saw the pair of you together again, talking, after everything that happened.

The music was deafening, you felt the bass from the speakers ripping through you as you leaned in closer to hear her better. The familiarity of it all was nice. Her warmness, her scent just being around her was so comforting, so natural until she pissed you off. Which is what made this whole thing so frustrating, the lingering connection, that tether to her that still called out to you even when you weren’t in the mood for it, even when you knew it would drive you insane.

You were convinced at some point that she paid a witch off of Etsy to do a love spell on you, that was the only rational explanation. Until you remembered that Shoko was ever the realist. You remember her stories of what she’d seen during her shifts at the hospital that made her grow jaded, the hopeful ideals of a higher power dwindling each time she couldn’t save a patient, the idea seemed so outlandish each second you thought about it.

Despite her pragmatism you knew she was a desperate woman underneath her cool exterior. From the bits and pieces you’d managed to glean from Utahime at your coffee catch-ups she’d still was butt hurt over how things ended.

Maybe it wasn’t her, maybe it was you.

Even with a beautiful and perfect girlfriend, some dark twisted part of you called out to her like the could hear you. If you had better self esteem and respect you wouldn’t be here entertaining her bullshit on a couch at a party that served shit drinks and played shit music. You’d be at your dorm studying, keeping far out of Shoko’s reach like a normal person.

“Just admit that you missed me, missed this.” You whisper into her ear, the music being a tad too loud for you two communicate normally. Honestly you didn’t even need the verbal confirmation, her body language was already enough for you to get what you wanted. But it was something about those three words leaving her mouth that made you feel giddy, the confirmation that you still were on her mind gave you a heady sense of power.

Yet Shoko wasn’t gonna give in so easily, to give you what you craved so desperately.

Which was why you were propped up on a random bathroom counter, legs spread and your panties long forgotten as she pumped two fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, with a practiced and a methodical ease. With her other hand grabbing your jaw, so you could watch how she revelled in your unraveling, pupils blown out, her mouth slightly parted as she drank up your moans and noises eagerly.

Revelled in this twisted game you were both playing, knowing you had people to go back to at the end of this. Innocent unsuspecting people that you’d go back to with tainted lips and lies pretend that this encounter never happened. Yet you stayed, in spite of all this, lulled back to her in this cramped bathroom at this shitty party as she fucked you stupid with her fingers.

“I just wanna hear you say it, baby that’s all.” She cooed softly in your ear, her voice resonant in the foggy haze of your mind. You were at your wits end, your body a live wire as she brought you to the precipice of an orgasm each time, never letting you finally chase the high your body had so deeply anticipated for.

Shoko could be merciless if she wanted to and this was one of those moments.

Your cries didn’t fall on deaf ears as she acknowledged them, wiping the stray tears that fell on your face as you were constantly denied your release. But it could be so simple if you just listened to her and complied like she wanted. “I know baby, it’s okay.” She said soothingly as she scaled back on the pressure on your clit.

“All you gotta do is say you miss me and I’ll let you come, okay?” She smiled that same smile that she gave her patients at the walk in clinic, one that was full of reassurance but this was full of something else, something possessive.“Can you do that for me?” She asked, talking to you in that patronising tone like you were a child.

If this was any other situation you would’ve had a witty comeback at the ready but she had you like putty in her palms, so moldable, so willing to do her bidding that it left your lips without a second thought.

Damning yourself to her for eternity.

The words left your lips in a warbled mess, tinged with a plea for release. A need for her to give you what you’d been building up to. The thrilling descent into pleasure that’d she’d been orchestrating, promising even as she brought you to an orgasm. The feeling of your cunt greedily trying to swallow more of her fingers as the aftershocks of the orgasm ran through you was intoxicating.

She slowly pulled her fingers out of you one by one, wanting you to feel the emptiness that could only be filled by her as she brought them to your mouth. You didn’t even need her command to lick yourself off of her fingers, maintaining eye contact as you took them deeper in your mouth, which caused Shoko to groan before she took in your wrecked state.

She smiled knowing that this was all her doing and no one could take it from her. She trailed kisses up your neck, leaving a bloom of warmth in its wake. “Break up with her.” She sighed as she murmured into your skin, the familiar scent of your skin making her feel nostalgic for when things were good between you both.

“What did you just say?” You asked her as you slowly came down from your high, adjusting your head to look at her slightly. She lay before you, worshipping every part of you as if you were an ancient deity. She looked at you and shrugged. “Hm? Nothing.” She replied feigning innocence but both you knew what she had meant.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” She offers, quickly switching the subject as she helped you clean yourself up, the gentleness of it all making you feel like she still loved you.

Upon your return to the party, you felt the gazes of your friends on upon you two. It turns out your timed exits did nothing if life 360 still picked up that you were in the same room as each other. Utahime looks pissed, Suguru looks over it and Satoru looks like he wants to strangle you both but they say nothing, exchanging shared looks with each other.

The realisation of what just happened doesn’t hit you until later. When all Yuki sends you is a link to Shoko’s story, you realise that your seven minutes in heaven with your ex girlfriend does have some real life consequences after all.

[possiblysentientmoss]

Taylor Hernàndez Headcanon time!! With a little Aiden Hc at the end :D

Homework? Nah. Writing headcanons that take me 2+ hours to formulate? Ya.

ANYWAYS. Everyone always sees her as this super adorable and sweet gal (which she ABSOLUTELY IS. 1000% hufflepuff energy through and through, absolute sweetheart, and that shit is GENUINE. Like she genuinely loves and cares for people she’s never even met, and always assumes the best of everyone.)

what people DONT realize is that she and Tyler have been taking like Boxing or Jiu Jitsu together since they were 6, and she’s like. Wonder Woman levels of buff. In the past few years she’s also taken up weightlifting, and gotten hella strong. Like to the point she can fireman carry Ben (while RUNNING) , and fully just like. Bench Logan. (The first time she did it his nose almost started bleeding. He sat in shocked silence for like 15 minutes while Aiden cackled something to her along the lines of “I think you broke him” the ENTIRE time)

there’s also a pic of her with the group (in the gc, on the Idiots wall and in Aiden’s photo album) that Aiden took a selfie of where she’s carrying Ben piggy back style, and Logan and Ashlyn are hanging off of both of her arms with their legs off the ground. Tyler is in the background pinching the bridge of his nose like “how did I end up being friends with all of the idiots”.

also she is incredibly talented at engineering. In her head she can 360 and fully take apart different components of machines and problem solve from there. Like there was one time during an automotive clinic where they were going through different symptoms of system failures, the teacher made a mistake that she tried to ask a question on, to which he was kind of rude and dismissive of. He ended up being a total 💩 and talking down to her, which was preceded by her absolutely roasting his ass in front of a bunch of people by not only correcting his answers, but also quoting their sources from manufacturers manuals that (somehow??????) she managed to get her hands on.

She was 12 and in a college level auto class.

After that, all the kids would ask her questions on things they didn’t know before they would ask the teacher. Tyler was BEYOND proud.

To add on a grittier and deeper level:

she knows she has the capability to manipulate people (because her emotional intelligence is OFF THE CHARTS and she knows how someone will react in any given situation) but she very consciously makes the choice not to unless it is a life or death situation, or a very VERY important one.

She’s very aware (read: TOO aware) of how she appears to people and how she responds and talks to them. She’s very careful to keep their image of her as harmless in order to seem more approachable. She is very calculating, but no one would know because they don’t think to look deeper into her as a person. It’s interesting because one of the things she’s really good at (if she wants to be) is talking around an answer. There are quite a few people who if they really stopped to think on what they know about her, the only thing they could come up with would be a physical description, the knowledge that she has a brother, and that she likes cars. That’s it.

People also tend to like the easily digestible superficiality of her personality, which she knows and does on purpose. There’s some very complicated stuff that has gone down, and she’s an extremely private person who doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s a little scary sometimes too because it’s very easy to underestimate her, but if it came down to it she would know all of your weaknesses and you would know pretty much none of hers.

Something her friends and her brother started to notice after the first month in the phantom dimension is that she does a LOTTTTT of masking. By herself, she’s pretty quiet. She’s also not shy exactly, but not the most outgoing, either. However, to keep her brother in check and her mum from spiraling, she takes on a very optimistic and kind caregiver persona to help them. Like stated before, that’s all genuine care and love, but she also really leans into it in order to make sure she’s doing as much as possible to care for her family.

The reason her friends start to see this is that with the 7 extra hours added to their body clocks she gets tired a lot more quickly, and she and fatigue do not mix well. Usually she is able to recharge to some extent (when her brother is at baseball practice or while her mom is at work or with their grandma) in the quiet or by working or cleaning parts, but with both her and her brother not having enough energy for activities that balance has been skewed a bit, which results in her being a little more grouchy or snappy than usual, and also overstimulated (and simultaneously understimulated). You would not notice any change if you didn’t know her, but she and her friends do.

(Surprisingly ((or not so surprisingly))), Aiden is the first one to notice this, and offers for her to come over and fix a dirt bike he messed up a couple years ago, knowing full well she wouldn’t trust him within 6 feet of any tool or machine she cared to keep intact. What ends up happening is she will go over there after a really long and draining day to work on it, and he will go away to work on homework in the room attached to the garage while she gets some quiet time alone. A beanbag corner has also (very mysteriously) been added to a corner of the garage out of the main line of eyesight of everyone else, but it has a really good view of what’s going on, so sometimes she will curl up there and nap. Said corner also has a mini fridge that’s always chock full of juice boxes and food.

While only a few people are aware of the corner’s existence, it is a Very Established Rule that it is Taylor’s Corner, and you are not to go over there while she is in it unless invited or called.

A note on Aiden: When he realized how many of his friends were more on the introvert side, he started designating other corners of his house as ‘Quiet Corners’, such as the weird “closet”space just off of the living room, and the spare bedroom next to Ben and Aiden’s room.

Those corners are actually some of Ash, Taylor, and Logan’s saving graces. Said corners serve slightly different purposes- the one just off the living room having a space away from the others where they can still be heard, or the one upstairs that’s a lot more quiet. Both have a cooler for snacks and juice, and comfy pillows to sprawl out on.

while there’s a TON I could add to this even now, I think I’m maxing out Tumblr’s draft save feature 😂 so yeah.. I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Taylor Hernández and Aiden Clark everyone!

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

You and Johnny 'work out' together

sexual content!! MINORS DNI!

reader has female genitals

CW: sex lol

Due to Soap's job, he was very fit, and as a way to maintain that he would frequent the gym. You would come with him when you were free, however it always resulted in less working out, so to speak.

On the car ride over, Johnny is constantly side eyeing you, taking in the sight of your body in those, as he would say, "bonnie wee shorts" He places a big, calloused hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it. You smirk, already knowing just how the day would pan out, the same as every other time the two of you went to the gym together.

Once actually in the gym, you and Soap would separate, doing completely different exercises, however, every time you glance over at him you can't help but notice him absent-mindedly staring at you as he works out. It makes you smirk every time, sometimes probing a snort of laughter when you purposefully start squatting or doing something mildly flirty and turn back at Johnny, his eyes round like saucers while he moves robotically as if on auto pilot.

After a while, he walks over, wrapping his buff arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "We might as well go. I cannae get anything done with you here," Soap mumbles, planting a kiss onto your nape before pulling away for a moment. Turning to face him, you let out a laugh and raise your eyebrows. "You're really that desperate?" Soap looks down somewhat sheepishly, pulling a comical sad face when his eyes gander back to meet yours. On the way up to your face, his gaze lingers on your chest, making you laugh again. "Oh my gosh fine!" You splutter as Soap's face lights up like a kid on Christmas day. He lets you get your stuff before hastily grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gym.

Success. Johnny thinks to himself, probably a little too excited as he pulls out of the car park as if he was in a racing game with infinite lives. He snatches looks at you, smirking suspiciously just as he had done on the way there, his hand seeming to sneak further up your thigh every time he didn't need two hands on the wheel.

He practically catapults out of the car, running round to the passenger door and ripping it open, waiting impatiently as you get up and walk into the block of flats. On the lift up, he's restless, one arm wrapped around your waist but occasionally sliding a little too far up. Smiling smugly, you bat away his arm. "Johnny we're still in public," You laugh as he grumbles to himself.

"Hurry up," He whines as you unlock the door and push it open. He slams it behind the two of you, sighing as you go to the kitchen to put your stuff away.

As you stand on tip-toes to chuck your bottle in the cupboard, he comes up behind you- tying you up with his arms and planting kisses along your neck, his left hand shifting from your hips to your chest, sliding under the sports top. Fuck, you make him crazy. Gently, he shifts his spare hand to your hips, his thumb tugging at the waistband of your shorts before he eases them down fully, exhaling slightly at the sight of you in your pretty panties. He strokes your pussy through the thin fabric "Shit you're wet for me, aye," He murmurs, accent thick as he quickly pulls down his own shorts then his boxers.

Feeling his hard length throbbing against your thigh, you twist your head around slightly. He leans forwards, kissing you as he bends you over the counter, one hand firmly on your hip and the other one sliding your panties to the side, index finger circling your clit. Soap teases his tip at your entrance for a moment, before inching it all the way in, making the two of you moan simultaneously.

You bite your lip, trying to stop a loud whine from searing from your mouth... but fail. Johnny slides out again slowly, just his tip buried in your soaked entrance. He thrusts back in, catching his breath and letting out a deep guttural groan as he begins to pump in and out. "Fuck you're tight," Soap grunts, his hips beginning to move faster. He moves a hand back under your top, roaming around your breasts and pinching your nipples as he fucks you raw. He also starts to leave a trail of kisses along your neck again, pushing your hair aside and nibbling at the soft skin, his lips meeting your flesh with delicacy. If you knew how you made him drunk and giddy for your body existing...

Your legs start to quiver and your eyes roll back with pleasure, your walls flexing around his cock as he coaxes both of you towards your climax. "Come for me," He mumbles into your hair, shifting a hand to rub your sensitive clit again.

Your body trembles more intensely as the sound of skin colliding echoes through the kitchen. Soap continues pistoning into you, hitting that spot even as you moan loudly, head tossing back and eyes blanking as you reach your climax. This only turns Johnny on more, and as your body twists with pleasure he grabs onto your waist, pulling you to match his jolts.

His eyes flutter shut, hips bucking and slowing down as he groans quietly, cock twitching inside of you as he comes, filling you with his warm load. After a minute of slowly moving in and out, he stands still, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently.

"So much for going to the gym," He whispers, grinning slightly.

"I'm sure this counts as cardio," You reply, your whole body still numb with pleasure.

thank you for reading!! I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I'm very tired lol- just had to write about my fellow Scot. any notes appreciated !!