#speaking w upper management. and showing up..

[amortsukii]

juno // the boys' fav positions

pairing. bob reynolds/sentry/void x f!reader | total wc. 1.2k | 18+

cw. sub!bob, breeding, dacryphilia? (sentry), choking (sentry & void), rough sex (void), slightly ooc void

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— bob | cowgirl (wc. 336)

bob loves when you take control of him. it makes him feel loved, wanted, and worshipped for the first time in his life. you'll place kisses all across his upper body, hands tangling in his hair to gently tug his head back and expose more of his pretty pale neck. you'll whisper soft sweet praise— "you're such a pretty boy," "my good boy," "you're so handsome, bob," "i love you so much," — into his ear while you move your hips across his lap.

his cock slides in and out of you, slowly and deep as you bounce on him. most times you have sex it's unhurried, loving, and deliberate— you want him to know just how much he's loved.

bob's hands grip your hips, subtly aiding your bounces when your legs start to ache. and his head will dip down to meet your chest; kissing and sucking and biting tenderly on your breasts.

his noises are so so pretty. the cutest whimpers, raspiest groans, and loudest moans leaving his mouth despite his embarrassment and insistence to stay quiet. the pleasure is just too good— your pussy squeezing tight around him, quivering at the thickness of his cock. his tip prods so deep inside you, just about grazing your g-spot.

you moan out bob's name, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. he meets your lips in a love-filled kiss as tears gather in his eyes.

"feels so good, baby." he whines into your mouth, "i love you, hic, so much."

you just nod in agreement, too focused on chasing your pleasure to form a proper response. and when you finally come, squeezing and pulsing around him, your back arches and pushes your breasts right against his chest.

"oh, shit, 'm gonna cum— baby, baby, fuck, 'm cumming!"

he whimpers, hands grabbing at your waist as his hips thrust mindlessly up into you. he tries to pull out in time but you just plant your hips firmly onto his lap.

"come for me, pretty boy. inside."

— sentry | mating press (wc. 518)

sentry's favourite thing to do is test your limits. whether that be your patience, or your flexibility. he'll bend your body in ways that shouldn't be possible for a human. and his favoured way to do that is with a mating press.

stretching your legs back until your knees almost touch your face, calves resting on his shoulders, he'll roughly manhandle you to get the best position. only one of his hands hold him up, gripping the sheets beside your head, and you're ashamed to admit how much wetter you get at the display of his god-like strength. his other hand lightly grips your throat, fingers pressing into the sides and somewhat cutting off airflow.

cock sliding in and out of your wet heat, harsh slaps of skin meeting skin mix with the squelches and pants filling the room. your moans are loud, as are his grunts and whimpers.

"oh, fuck. sunshine, you're so— tight."

he leans down closer to your ear, blond hair falling into your eyes, as his thrusts speed up. his hand unconsciously tightens on your throat and you're bound to have marks show up there later.

"gonna let me fill you up? shit— w-want me to fill up this p-pretty pussy, huh?" he all but growls. you can't speak so you resort to nodding wildly, mouth dropping open in a silent scream when his hand slips from your throat to instead grab at your hair. he tugs your head up until you can meet his eyes, and he quickly leans down to capture your lips with his.

it's barely a kiss; sloppy and wet, teeth crashing and noses bumping.

"please! sentry, god, p-please fill me up. don't stop, need 'ur cum." you manage to whine, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen until it snaps and you pulsate around his cock with a moaned "'m cumming!".

your moans quickly turn into sobs, tears streaking tracks of salt down your cheeks at the overstimulation as he just continues thrusting into you— chasing his own pleasure. to your shock, he leans further into you and licks his tongue up the tear stain. that's when his hand tightens in your hair and he comes... hard.

rope after hot rope of seed shooting into your walls as he moans your name. "oh, fuck! 's good, sweetheart, feels so good."

he doesn't stop; thrusting deeper as he just keeps coming, plugging his cum back into you as you feel it start to overspill.

he suddenly pulls back until he's sitting on his knees, and your legs are finally free of that relentless ache as they are peeled off of your sweaty shoulders. though he moves his hands to grip your calves, dragging them back over his own shoulders so your back is hovering over the mattress. you feel his cum drip out of you steadily at the new position, despite his thick cock still plugging you, and he starts gently thrusting again to push it all back in.

"fuck," he breathes, head tilting to press a loving kiss to the side of your shin, "love you so much, sunshine."

— the void | doggy (wc. 375)

void is possessive. when fucking, his hands will grip all over your body— leaving dark bruises and red marks on your soft skin for everyone to see. for people to know that you've been claimed, you're his.

grabbing at the flesh of your ass as he pounds you from behind might just be one of his favourite things in the entire universe. squeezing and kneading harshly there, or slapping it and leaving bright red handprints in his wake.

sometimes he'll lean over your body, shadowy figure pressed to the sweat of your back, and reach around to grasp one of your breasts in the roughness of his hand— kneading as he did to your ass not even seconds earlier. he'll roll your nipple through his fingers with a firm pinch, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

when you get the courage to start moving your hips back to meet his thrusts, his hands quickly fly to your sides to manhandle your body on his own. void doesn't want you doing anything, just continue laying there for him to use.

that once perfect arch you had has now disappeared; you're half way collapsed onto the bed with your face smushed into a pillow and only his hands and subconscious powers holding up your bottom half. you can barely breathe, especially when a black slender hand slithers up your front to grab your neck, squeezing on the sides a lot rougher than sentry would.

when void comes, his thrusts are ruthless. fast and deep, repeatedly hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know exists, and he growls loudly as he finishes. his hands squeeze tighter�� whether that be on your hips or breasts or even your neck (you swear you've passed out during sex more times than you can count).

he fills you, and it feels like hours until he stops. cum steadily drips from your pussy when he pulls out, and you properly collapse onto the mattress from the loss of your only support.

void doesn't do much in ways of aftercare— usually letting bob come back to do that sort of thing— but he always presses a kiss to the crown of your head with a whispered "rest well, my dearest." before leaving.

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[3416]

Thanks for explaining! So does that mean an alternate would have a jersey with an A and a jersey without an A when they’re rotating? I can’t believe I never even noticed lol but seriously I wish leafs fans would pick a damn opinion and own up to it like the way they hated jt for his contract and wanted him traded up until he passed the C to auston and suddenly he’s nhl joe Biden and it would be sacrilege to make him share an A like it is nawt that serious it can nawt possibly be that serious

yes!! behind the scenes, everyone already has multiple home and away jerseys already, so the leadership group with rotating a's just has them with and without depending on the game! i'm fairly certain mitch and auston just switched off every other game most of the time, but i feel like i've heard about some teams doing away vs home alts etc etc. all of that seems up to the team, you just submit your roster and can only have 3 ppl with a letter per game. most teams just stick to 1 c and 2 a's, but when one of them is out, sometimes someone will be made an a temporarily too.

and tell me about it, lol!!!!!! people just act like it's the biggest deal in the world and i'm truly like.... jt just willingly stepped aside and handed over the whole ass captaincy, which isn't uber common....... you're gonna tell me he draws the line at sometimes not having an a on his jersey? did the whole team just forget he's been their captain for yrs and has the leadership qualities that he does bc he's not wearing it? god forbid. i've seen it about mo a lot too and i'm just like. i get ppl are sentimental abt his tenure with the leafs but be VERY real if you think morgan rielly is gonna throw a hissy fit abt some shit stitched on his jersey every other game. it's not like you get paid more one way or another. it's not like there's a real impact beyond you just not being at the forefront in terms of talking to officials.

[reidrum]

undone lace | s.r.

A/N: user reidrum back with another softdom and munch!spencer fic but with insecure reader this time please act surprised

summary: in which you buy lingerie to impress spencer

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, afab!reader, reader wears lingerie, pet names, praise kink, slight breeding kink if you squint hard, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, insecure!reader, munch!spencer, softdom!spencer

wc: 2.3k

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You’re standing in the middle of the bedroom fiddling with the garter straps hanging on your upper thighs when you hear the lock click followed by the front door opening.

Fuck.

You have to admit, it really did seem like a good idea when you were at the store.

The clerk in the lingerie store saw you staring for just a second too long before pouncing on you, feeding you off anecdotes that embarrassingly enough sent you home with a tiny pink bag not even ten minutes later.

But now that’s left you standing in the middle of your bedroom, dressed up in a way you know Spencer hasn’t been privy to seeing you in yet. And the anxiety of seeing his reaction is quite literally eating you alive.

Spencer calls out for you letting you know he’s home early, something about finishing his reports early. You’re not entirely sure, all you can focus on is your eyes widening as you take a paralytic stance, unmoving even when you hear his footsteps inch closer to the door.

“Hey, I knew you were home, probably didn’t hear me come in,” he says opening the door, “Did you want to get Thai food for—“

The rest of the words don’t make it out. And that’s when Spencer finally looks up at you, and he really gets a good look at you.

His eyes slowly rake down your figure and you can’t help but feel a bit like a spectacle, awaiting the rousing approval and applause from the audience with bated breath. He doesn’t speak for another minute, and it makes you squirm in your skin even more.

“This is stupid,” you mutter, “I’m gonna go change—“

Spencer doesn’t even let you move an inch before jumping into action, reaching out to grab your hand and pull you into his chest. “Don’t change.” he whispers hoarsely, eyes wandering and taking in all of you.

The self doubt within you only rises as you meekly say, “D—Do you like it?”

His eyes snap to yours finally, “Do I like it?” his hands take purchase on your hips, thumbs hooking onto the garter strap connecting the fabric on your midriff to your panties and pulling you closer, “Sweetheart…did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “I was nervous about this all day, wasn’t sure if it was too much.”

“You could never be too much. “ He blinks at you while his voice comes out strained, “Nervous? W—Why would you be nervous?” his hands smooth over your skin in all the places that needed placating, a soothing reminder that you could calm down, that you were safe.

You shrug slightly, “Didn’t know if I liked myself in it…and then I didn’t know if…you would like me in it.” you deflate a little more, “It’s stupid I know, I’m sorry I’m just gonna go chan—“

Spencer shakes his head mindlessly, his hands gripping your hips harder on instinct, “Oh, baby,” his voice strained and coming out as a mumble, “I am not doing a good job showing you how beautiful you are,” his hands slowly turn you around and pull you back into him so your back is flush with his chest, leaning down to your ear to whisper, “We should fix that, shouldn’t we?”

A shiver runs down your spine as you straighten your back against him, his hands inching dangerously lower and lower. “Can I do that? Let me make it up to you?”

The words are knocked out of you and all you can manage is a small nod, “You don’t have to.”

“No, actually I think I need to,” his hands ghost the lace frill edges of your panties, “Went through all this trouble…for me?” The length of his finger presses firmly to your entrance, you let out a soft gasp when he gently rubs, “Think you deserve a reward, sweet girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hands move to cup your lace covered breasts, thumbs intentionally rubbing over your nipples and letting them harden under his touch. Spencer guides you to the edge of the bed as the warmth of his breath ghosts the crook of your neck, gently pressing kisses that trail up to your ear. You let him sit you down and watch with wide eyes as he sinks to his knees before you.

His hands part your legs open, bending his head down to press chaste kisses up your inner thigh stopping at the apex before repeating his motions to the other side.

“You okay?” he glances up at you, “I can stop if you want.”

“‘No! No, I’m okay I just…”

He presses another kiss just shy of where you need him, “Just what, baby?”

A soft whimper escapes you, “…Didn’t think this would work”

Spencer pauses and looks at you confused, letting his mouth wander back up to your face, “You thought,” Kiss. “Seeing my insanely hot and sexy and intelligent girlfriend,” Kiss. “All dressed up in lingerie,” Kiss. “Just for me,” Kiss. Kiss. “Wouldn’t work?”

You knew it would work. Of course, it worked. You knew that, he knew that. It’s why you planned to do this in the first place, because you wanted to do something nice for him. And if doing something nice for Spencer came at the cost of your confidence, you would gladly make the fruitless trade.

It made you feel silly, to be frank. Spencer never, ever, gave you a reason to feel insecure about yourself. In fact he made every humane effort possible to always remind you of how highly he thought of you. Yet here you were, with the audacity to self efface in front of the human embodiment of unconditional love.

“Angel…” he murmurs into your neck, bringing you back to the moment, “Where’d you go?”

It was just easier to let Spencer believe the fallacy of your plan than admit that despite his earnest efforts you, unfortunately, were incapable of receiving his love and affection.

You clear your throat to remove any tremors before you speak, “ ‘m okay, promise.”

Spencer was unconvinced, “You’re in your head again…” his thumbs kneed the flesh of your thighs as he kisses down your shoulder, “I’m really slacking, huh baby?”

“Spence—“

He shushes you gently, “It’s okay, baby. I know. I’m gonna make up for it.” he rises to his full height, standing in between your legs before working on the buttons of his shirt. His thumb and pointer pinch your chin and angle your face upwards, “Will you go sit pretty and lay down on the bed for me?”

You nod wordlessly and scoot backwards until you’re able to lie down and rest your head on the satin pillowcase. The mattress dips near your feet and you watch Spencer crawl back over you in only his boxers, his eyes raking over your outstretched body beneath him.

“God, you are perfect.” he murmurs, holding the words close like a sacred prayer. He gingerly pushes the hair from your face to behind your ear and lowers himself to press a kiss to your lips. You watch his mouth kiss and trace the outline of your lace bralette, following the path of dips and curves before he resumes his journey further down.

His finger toys with the edge of your panties again, finally hooking below the fabric and pushing it to the side exposing you to the brisk air. Spencer swore he could never get sick of the sight of you glistening, knowing he was the one to get you like that. He prods at your entrance, collecting the arousal to spread all over you, grinning when he hears a breathless moan.

“Feels good?” he whispers, you nod quickly watching him continue, “Good, pretty girls deserve to feel good.”

You preen under the praise as his finger pushes past your entrance, setting an agonizingly slow pace. The drag of his finger is so deliberate you can feel the notch of his knuckle as it leaves you, and it drives you insane.

“Nmph—Spence…please,” you plead. What you’re pleading for, you’re not even sure. But Spencer clearly knew as he adds one more finger, the stretch opening you up in a way that ascends you that much closer to the heavens.

You lift your head slightly to watch Spencer and find that he’s not even looking at you. He’s entirely more enticed by watching his fingers enter and leave you so captivatingly, your slick coating and entrapping him willfully. He must feel your eyes on him because he finally looks up and meets your gaze. His fingers quicken their pace, watching your face contort with pleasure as he undoes you piece by piece with a delicacy he knows how to use on you only.

His lips kiss up your inner thigh again, this time reaching your center and attaching his lips. At this point you realize you’re a goner, left for nothing and everything as Spencer pushes through to bring you to your peak. The tandem effort of his mouth and fingers is hypnotizing, so much so that you’d call witchcraft with how easily he’s able to disarm you completely.

“You’re close, angel girl.” he mumbles as more of a statement than a question, since clearly he knew your body better than you. All you can do is pathetically moan as you’re left entirely to his mercy and ministrations. The peak builds in your stomach, coiling and building tension while barreling towards that sweet release before he removes his presence from between your legs wholly, leaving you a panting mess above him.

“Spencer!” you whine loudly, “Wh—why’d you stop?” you breath out desperately.

He sits up and back onto his legs while he maneuvers his boxers off, “I told you pretty girls deserve to feel good, right?”

“Yeah well, this pretty girl doesn’t feel very good right now.” you tut.

He softly chuckles, moving closer while giving himself a few pumps, “I know,” he hooks his fingers onto your thigh garter straps and pulls you closer to him so his center is only mere centimeters from yours, “But, you deserve to feel the best.”

“So this pretty girl,” he rubs the tip of himself on your clit through the lace of your panties, “gets to come on my cock.”

You barely have time to be shocked by his crude words before he’s hooking your panties to the side again and slowly pushing himself inside you. A languished cry leaves you as you’re feeling him deep inside, reaching places only he knew about.

You’re reduced to blabbering syllables and cries of his name at the expense of his unrelenting pace, meeting his eyes and gaping at his smugly satisfied grin. He plays with the lace bow situated in the valley of your breasts before moving his hands to lift your legs and placing them on his shoulder, deepening his angle within you.

“I’d stay here for hours, for days, if you let me, sweet girl. If you asked for it, I’d give you everything.”

Your eyes nearly roll back feeling yourself enter another dimension with the combination of his words and the way he’s absolutely fucking you dumb. Another soft whine bubbles out of your throat, “Fuck—Spe—Aahh—.”

He coos softly, “I know, honey. Gonna get you there, promise.” he continues his thrusts unceremoniously, adding a thumb to your clit to push just over the edge hurling towards your climax. It hits you like a bucket of cold water dumped on you, a shivering chill reverberating up and down your spine while simultaneously setting your nerve endings aflame.

It’s overwhelming, it’s everything, it’s him.

Spencer isn’t trailing too far behind you with only a few more thrusts before he’s spilling into you with a low groan. He buries his head into the crook of your neck as he lets the last of himself pour into you before gingerly slipping out and placing your panty back in its holding place. He collapses at your side, the only sound left in the air is your alternating heavy pants.

“Guess I can’t return this now.” you lightly chuckle after a few minutes.

“You were going to return it?” he rolls over to drape an arm over your torso, “Did I not prove my point?”

He did. Very well.

“Y—You did, I just…still remember how I didn’t feel great in it before you came home.” you blush sheepishly.

Spencer sighs and pulls your body to rest in the you shaped crevice in the side of his body, hand smoothing up and down your back while the other rests on your thigh he’s hooked over his hips. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I didn’t do anything, in fact—“

“No, sweet girl. I am proud of you, because I know how hard it must have been for you to go out of your comfort zone for me. You shouldn’t feel obligated to do things like that, you know I’ll always love you until the end of time,” he moves his hand to cup your cheek, “But, I feel so grateful that you want to venture out for someone like me. I just want you to know that every and any effort, no matter how big or small, is always deeply appreciated and I am lucky to be the recipient every time.”

Tears well up in your eyes. For as much as you felt vulnerable and bared your heart to Spencer, there he was with open arms and a basket to cradle it from danger. Even if you couldn’t feel safe in your own mind, you could trust that Spencer would find a way to keep you from harm, even if it was self made.

“Thank you.” you whisper softly.

He presses a long kiss to your forehead, “Loving you is my favorite thing to do in this world, no need to thank me.”

You smile into his chest, voice all giddy, “Really? I thought reading untranslated and original classics had me beat there.”

“It’s a close second, pretty girl.” he nuzzles you closer to him and sighs in content.

It isn’t that close at all, Spencer thinks.

[sambhavami]

yk one woman I will always feel bad for is Kripi.

Unserious reason: I'd feel sorrry for any person who has ashwatthama as a son because im an Ashwatthama hater.

Serious reason: She was probably raised very comfortably and lovingly with Shantanu, doted upon by Kripa, idk if she saw Shantanus other kids as her siblings but maybe them too, very cute, right? And then got married to drona. This makes me wonder what the circumstances of their marriage were, what did the royal family think about it? I like to think Drona liked her at least at first. And. And the first few days are fine, right? Like hey maybe shes not living in a palace but its a quaint little house and shes happy. But slowly Drona begins changing. Or rather showing his true colours. Becomes a stingy but power hungry guy and Kripi had to manage the household with those few resources... he disappears to go learn from Parshuram, when they they have ashwatthama, he's crying for milk and Drona will sit there dreaming about power and money and not even try to do anything... (taking this next part from BR Chopra idk if its in the official editions) When the Drupad thing happens he sacrifices all practicality for pride and even after he gets a job in Hastinapur he's still staying in a small hut because he wants DRUPADS money/cows... like be fr dude. And its all so messed up. And she sees her son grow up. He carries the same ambition as his father did. The cycle is repeating and all she can do is watch. It's so sad... and what did she get at the end of the war. A dead husband and a son who would be known for all eternity as the most cowardly man ever. Her son is alive but at what cost. He will outlive her like he is supposed to but at what cost. It's so sad. I'm sure I can come up with more but this is my Ted talk for now thank you for listening.

Hey, thank you so much for putting all this into words! I agree with you about 90% 😂, so, I am going to put some bullet points 😂

Shantanu all but adopts the twins yes, but he still keeps them in separate lodging (because, caste). We see Bheeshma too later speaking to Kripa with the respect of an elder, even though Bheeshma is the oldest person in the room (again, caste). Seeing that like his father, Kripa is also interested in archery, Shantanu arranges for training in that field alongside your normal theory stuff, and Kripi gets home science lessons (and some of the theory part too).

Now, when they grow up, Dr. Bhaduri's baseline assessment of Kripa is- lazy. He has grown up with the respect of a brahmin and the luxury of a kshatriya, and has never really experienced the 'hardships' of either side, which has made him extremely complacent. I mean, it takes Drona all but one month to take over his sarkari naukri! Throughout the epic [at least till Drona's death] Kripa's maximum contribution is: "Uh, what he said." He follows his muh-bola brother and brother-in-law in whatever decision the latters take. He loves his sister, but I doubt he had anything to do with her marriage this way or that way.

Kripi's marriage to Drona is fixed via a three-way agreement between Shantanu, Sharadvana and Bharadvaja. The reason for this alliance, is speculatively twofold: (1) Both Kripi and Drona's mothers come from a 'lower' caste, and they would find it difficult to marry within full-brahmin families, so this arrangement was b/w equals that way, (2) the Maudgalya brahmins, the Bharadvajas and the Kurus are all cousin lineages, and they did like to keep it within the not-immediate family.

Now, Drona does NOT want to marry her. He only agrees when Bharadvaja sort of blackmails him with a 'this is my dying wish' argument. The marriage happens, I think, shortly before/after Bharadvaja's death, at a time when Drona is too much in shock to protest. We see the ripple effects of this throughout Kripi's life [most of it behind the scenes though].

Bharadvaja was solidly upper-middle-class however. He was after all the dean of a very, very successful gurukul. He might've kept Drona in a pseudo-austere situation, but they weren't by any means hurting for cash. Drona might not have clocked it, and Bharadvaja probably did not think it very appropriate to flash money before his very impressionable kid but Drupada did that job, and the damage was done.

Throughout his childhood and youth Drona loudly complains, to anyone who would listen, that he hates his father's job, and does NOT want to become the next Bharadvaja and keep the gurukul running. He does teach at the school under his father when he's a bit older, but kicking and screaming all the way.

Hence, it's no surprise that once the old Bharadvaja dies, the parents start to withdraw their kids from his school, because why would they allow their children to toil in vain under a guy who very vocally hates the job? Bharadvaja's usp was political science, which isn't Drona's strong suit anyway, so that was the official reason for the students to leave. It is around this time that Kripi marries into the mess. She is comfortable at first yes, but she can see the future too, just is unable to stop it because Drona never listens.

Drona, however does nothing to stop the leak because baap ka maal dariya mein daal, right? He only wises up once all the savings and the students are gone, and he is well and truly penniless. It's now that he sets aside his ego, and asks his neighbours for tuition contracts, and they just say heck no! They rather suggest, "You wanted to be a kshatriya so bad, then go be a soldier under some king instead." And Drona even tries that, and all the local kings go, "I won't sin by employing a brahmin to do a kshatriya's work! Have you considered teaching?"

Now, Drona is well and truly out of options, since no one would even donate a single cow, and he was running out of ways to feed his family. Ashwatthama, he loves dearly, and it pains him immensely to see him suffer and be bullied by kids and adults alike on top of that, but he would still not accept his wife's family's help.

The milk-incident is the straw that breaks the camel's back, and Drona packs up and drags his little family all the way to Kampilya, gets insulted and then finally, to avoid being homeless with a wife and kid, he finally, reluctantly goes to stay with Kripa.

There, once he has enticed the princes, Bheeshma is finally informed that his sister and brother-in-law are here [that much of a low profile he was keeping out of shame]. Bheeshma obviously treats him with respect regardless taking him to his own quarters to have a chat mano-a-mano, and then we get this golden(?) exchange:

Bheeshma: "So Drona, how is my little sister then?"

Drona: "She's got less hair on her head, but she's kinda smart so I tolerate it."

I mean I would still like to know, what was going on in his brain for him to first think of, and then say aloud these words, to her BROTHER no less! YOU starved her for the better part of a decade, your son's voice never changed and he's got a bump on his head as a direct consequence of that, and you were expecting your wife to be what, Hema Malini?!

Bheeshma kinda glosses over that comment, because I guess ladkiwale and all that nonsense, plus I think he realized giving Drona the teaching job was the only way to ensure his sister and nephew would have something to eat the next day, because Drona would still not accept any charity, much less from him.

Bheeshma actually gives Drona an entire apartment complex's worth of four-to-five-storey buildings under the guise of arranging student hostels, and Drona, with his family actually live in a penthouse type flat in one of those buildings itself, with an army of servants and a hefty allowance that he doesn't have to touch since food and lodging are paid for already [gurudakshinas on top of that]. They are comfortable, but Drona would never admit that this turn of fate happened thanks to Kripi and her family [and also he hates teaching unless it is Ashwatthama or later, Arjuna].

Ashwatthama actually grows up relatively well-adjusted considering how most of his childhood went. He is also a better friend of the Pandavas [Arjuna in particular, and there's a bit of jealousy too, and some healthy competition] that the Kauravas. He fights on the Kauravas' side only because Drona doesn't want to be on the same side as Drupada, and Kripa will follow Drona to the earth's end [mostly because he can't bothered to make his own choice]. Ashwatthama mostly sticks around to keep his father and uncle safe, despite the fact that he HATES and is nearly coming to blows every night with Karna.

Karna too, a tactless, filterless idiot, decides that the best time to air all his grievances with Drona [all fair points which I agree with wholeheartedly], to Ashwathhama no less, is one freaking hour after his father's been brutally murdered. Time and a place, man! [Ashwathhama cuts off his janeu, declared himself not-a-brahmin and challenges Karna to a death match, but Duryodhana gets in them iddle and stops it].

Also, this is where something in Ashwatthama cracks. Due to the previous circumstances, he has a kind of an unhealthy attachment to Drona, to the point that he never even goes to rule the part of Panchala that his father crowned him for. His death unleashes something feral in the man, that we see get compounded when he sees Duryodhana dying [this, imo, meshes in his mind with the manner of his father's death, and in a way he goes to avenge Drona when he massacres the remaining Pandavas and Panchalas].

And yes, Kripi is left all alone [except for her twin], to deal with the emotional as well as physical fallout from the war. The only solace was probably that she was great-grandma to Parikshit, and we can only hope that she found some solace there.

[teyamsilly]

reader flinching during an argument w neteyam?

maybe he raises his voice or throws his hands up in expectation and reader misinterprets it and flinches, ofc he notices and feels super guilty, comfort after

deffered warrior

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya fem! reader tags & warning: reader is pregnant but not showing, a mom of one child, dad! neteyam, they're both aged up, angry neteyam, reader is so stubborn summary: with the sky people back, neteyam doesn't want you going out in the forest without his company. he's been extra protective of his family within reason, but you didn't like feeling helpless. you went to the forest without telling anyone, maybe you should have. index sempu - dad, muntxate - wife/female spouse, tawtute - human, nìftxan - so, ngäzìk - difficult, olo'eyktan - clan leader word count 3.5k

a/n spinned this a little hope you like it! i've been working on this for a while because i wanted to make sure it was good. enjoy <3

Because of the pregnancy, your duties as a warrior were temporarily suspended. It was frustrating that you were forbidden to participate in the raid. You were barely showing and still capable of fighting, but Neteyam insisted that you stayed behind. 

With the the sky people back, their attacks became even more ruthless and unforgiving. Their technology advanced which gave them the upper hand, but everyday you prayed to Eywa that she protects the people. Especially your family.

Nutxe watched his father putting his cummerbund on followed by his leather armguard. Neteyam was preparing for another rally to stop the humans from creating their own space to live in. They were getting too close, and their preparations have been getting quick. Because of it, he's barely home and only coming back to his wife and son asleep.

"Sempu, how hard will it be this time?" asked Nutxe, eyes wide from curiousity.

"It doesn't get easier, 'itan," sighed Neteyam. He managed to pull a smile for his child, and placed his hand on top of his head. "We will do everything to stop them," he reassures.

Nutxe nodded. "I know. You'll defeat them because sempu, uncle Lo'ak, and grandpa are there!" he cheered as he raised his fists.

You laughed from where you were standing. After hearing his father's accomplishments, Nutxe admired him greatly. You'll always hear him saying he wants to be like his sempu one day, and protect you from danger.

Of course, he got the idea to protect you from the man himself.

Neteyam only chuckled. He approached you, and you handed him his bow and arrows. You couldn't help but inspect his warrior look with envy. It's been a long time since you've worn your own cummerbund, and the feeling of adrenaline was missed.

"I am still strong enough to fight," you said. You made sure to keep your voice low from Nutxe's big ears.

Neteyam exhaled before he pursed his lips momentarily. "We've talked about this, muntxate. You are with child, our child," he emphasised with a frustrated look. "I want you out from the field."

You hissed, "I feel helpless! I wouldn't be the first woman pregnant there."

"Munxtate."

"Your mother went to war with you inside of her. I don't see why I cannot be there."

He shook his head. "I don't want to argue about this with you anymore. I don't want to leave like this, please."

Both of you stared into each other's eyes intensely. Neteyam waited for you to back down, your eyes were full of determination that he almost felt like you would go against him. Eventually, your eyelids drooped, showing your defeat.

Neteyam couldn't help let his grin show. "See me off?" he asked softly.

"Always." You managed to crack a little grin, which was enough for him.

As the three of you went towards the edge of High camp, Nutxe shifted on your hip and Neteyam's hand rested on your back. There were already warriors staying by there ikrans as they waited for their Olo'eyktan's signal. Jake could be seen standing beside his ikran, speaking with Neytiri about the raid.

"Grandpa!" yelled Nutxe.

Jake turned his head to the voice, and his lips broke into a smile that was rare to see lately. With the tawtute's back, it was difficult not to worry each second that they striked back with an even callous defense. But he can't hold back the joy he sees from his grandson.

"Came to see your grandpa and grandma off, bud?" he opened his arms for the boy.

Nutxe jumped off from your arms and dashed to his. Jake groaned when he lifted him up, complaining about how heavy he had gotten. Neytiri laughed, her finger tickling the boy's chubby stomach which earned her a fit of giggles.

"Look at you, so big," cooed Neytiri.

Nutxe smiled, "I cant wait to be taller. I want to be tall like sempu."

Jake gasped, offended, "What about me?"

He shook his, a mischevious smile on his face. "No."

Neteyam chuckled at his father's playfulness. Nutxe truly is a blessing from Eywa, he brought joy everywhere with him in the midst of this war. The burden of being Olo'eyktan had gotten heavier, and the bags under Jake's eyes only turned worse. He was relieved to see his father relaxed even for a little while. 

"Dad," called Lo'ak as he approached them firmly. "Tarsem and his unit is on the way to tail the humans."

Jake nodded, his playfulness was now gone. He put Nutxe on the ground, and the boy went to your side. He turned to the warriors, telling them to get ready. As a parting gesture, Neytiri gave you a squeeze on the shoulder.e, before she headed to her ikran.

Nutxe patted his uncle's hands and smiled at him, "Good luck, uncle Lo'ak."

Lo'ak returned the smile, placing his hand on top of his head. "Thanks bud." He gave you a nod before he left to his own ikran.

Neteyam kneeled down to his son's height. "Watch mama for me?"

His eyebrows were pinched together as he nodded with determination. "Yes, sempu!"

"I will see you when I get back." Neteyam pressed his lips on his forehead briefly. He stood up, looking at you. 

You nodded, "Be safe."

"Always."

The raid was successful again. There were less injured warriors compared to the previous raid and they managed to avoid casualties this time which made the each Omatikaya beam with pride. It brought hope that they could defeat the tawtute, and maybe leave their home alone.

Although, that didn't stop them from being vigilant. 

You were in the Tsahik's tent along with Tuk, rearranging the herbs that were not in their usual spot. Since you were reprived from your duties as a warrior, you searched for other ways to help the clan. Mo'at offered you to help her aid injured warriors which you did not decline. Your skills as a healer weren't as great as your athleticism, but it was better than nothing.

Nutxe was off with Spider and Kiri in the lab. You and Neteyam didn't mind that your son was getting along well with the scientists. They were loyal to the na'vi, and it always reminded you that Jake was once human. You cant take that away from Nutxe, not that you ever intended to.

"Is it all done?" asked Tuk. She sighed loudly, laying down on the mat as she stretched her arms and limbs.

"Yes," you hummed. Counting the number of bowls, you noticed that one was nearly empty. Yalnabark was most commonly used amongst injuries since they sting less, Kiri suggested this to her grandmother and they have used it ever since. "Oh, we're almost finished."

"What?!" Tuk immediately shot up from her position. She groaned once she saw the bowl you raised to show her. "We can't go out to the forest at this time. The party is still inspecting the area to make sure there aren't any surprise attacks."

"I will check my tent if we have some. I'll be back, Tuk."

Satisfied with Tuk's nod, you exited the Tsahik's tent and walked to yours. Unfortunately, the situation stayed the same: yalnabarak was nearly finished. 

An idea came into your head, but it was something that you knew your mate would go against. However, you cant just stay and rely the work on other na'vi. There was no way you would make yourself a liability.

You attached your comm's around your neck and tucked the ear piece in your ear gently, just in case things were to go wrong, which you prayed that it wouldn't come to that. You hang your satchel over your shoulder with your bow and arrows in your hand. Exhiliration filled your body at the thought being able to travel around the forest.

The air caressing your face made you sigh. This must what Lo'ak felt everytime he was going behind his parents' back. It was envigorating, but you felt guilty going against Neteyam. What he doesn't know wont hurt him, you tried to convince yourself, but there was that conscious part of yourself constantly telling you that it was wrong. Pushing those thoughts away, you let your ikran fly down and landed on forest ground.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, you searched for the necessary herbs to make yalnabark. They weren't hard to find if you knew where to search. The herbs were always close to the Link Shack which was one of the reasons why the medicine wasn't often used.

Since the RDA returned to Pandora, the Shack has been deemed unsafe and off-limits. Their chances of returning the area were highly probable. But when silence met you and the lone sounds you could hear in the forest were chirping insects, you sighed in relief.

Your satchel was almost filled with herbs you collected. It would be enough to aid the injured people for a while. Your arm was outstretched to pick out another leaf, but your eyes stopped on the muddy part of the ground. 

A fresh footprint. 

"We've got a na'vi here!"

The day continues to be quiet since the successful raid. Neteyam and Lo'ak were in the air, inspecting for any suspicion. The oldest frowned when he could see the damage that the humans brought to his home, trees were broken and what was once green and nature were destroyed.

"Nothing," said Lo'ak with a shrug.

Neteyam turned his head to him with furrowed eyebrows until it hit him that he was talking about the humans. He nodded. "Let's go back."

They turned their ikrans to the direction of their home. Silence fell between them, but comfortable, as they headed back home.

"Nete-"

Neteyam's ear twitched when he realised the voice came from the comm's. He pressed his neck where the speaker was, he spoke, "Muntxate?" 

The worst possible scenarios started forming into his head. You never used your comms before, promising to him that it would only be used when something was wrong.

"Neteyam, I am being attacked! Near the Shack! There is three of them!"

His heart sank. Realising you had gone behind his back, he let out a growl. Lo'ak looked at his brother questioningly. "Bro, what is it?"

"My mate is in trouble. Three avatars by the Shack." Neteyam's ear were pinned against his head, his jaw clenched. His hand gripped the handle of his ikran's halters tightly, mentally praying that she would be okay. And that their child would be fine.

You hid behind a tree, hugging your bow close. Leaning slightly to the side, you noticed an avatar walking slowly through the trees, his rifle pointing straight ahead. You inhaled deeply and drew the string of your bow until it touched your nose and lips. Your arrow was directed straight to the avatar. 

You drew your fingers back, releasing the arrow, which penetrated his skull. 

"Na'vi!" his partner yelled. Bullets roared through the woods, and you assessed it as an indication to flee. Without glancing behind, you forced your feet to run faster than the wind. Jumping from one branch to the next.

A scream escaped your lips when the branch you jumped on rattled from a big explosion, causing you to slip and fall. Your body hit large leaves, slightly softening your fall but hurt nonetheless. You whimpered, feeling pain course through your body. Immediately, your hand flew to your stomach. "Please, great mother," you whispered with tears in your eyes.

Large footsteps entered your ears. Hope surged through your body until you looked up only to realise it was one of the avatars chasing you. His smirk sent shivers down your spine. He pressed the speaker on his neck, saying, "I got her."

His face wrinkled in anguish as he groaned, just as he prepared to take another step towards you. His corpse dropped forward right in front of you, and you stifled a sob as you realised who was responsible.

"Muntxate," Neteyam exclaimed. He felt loose after seeing you harmed on the ground; he felt as if he would rip each of their limbs off for doing this to you.

You sobbed, "Neteyam."

He knelt on the ground and hugged your form closer to him as he quietly listened to you weep. He trailed his hand to yours, which was resting on your belly, and kissed your temple softly while whispering soothing words. 

Neteyam couldn't tell whether you had injuries from where he used to stand, but now that the glowing light from the plants reflected your body… he could see bruises and blood. Neteyam pursed his lips, holding you tighter against him. What could have happened if he didn't arrive on time.

"Last one killed." He heard Lo'ak voice from his earpiece. "I've notified dad of this, he said to find whatever's useful on them and bring it in. He'll meet us as soon as we land in High Camp with grandmother to make sure your mate is okay."

Neteyam removed one of his hands and used it to press the button on his neck. "Copy. I will see you by the ikrans."

"I hear you. By the way, the second avatar was dead while I was making sure there aren't any more surprises. It was a straight shot to the skull. Your mate must've done this, she does have the best aim despite being in sticky situations."

Chuckles were heard through the other side, Lo'ak was clearly elated by this but Neteyam couldn't share the same feeling. 

"Can you stand?"

The gentle tone of his voice resonated in your ears. You only nodded as a response because you were afraid that your voice would betray you. You felt ashamed that it had come to this, even after he warned you. 

You stood up as Neteyam stood close to you, his arm extended just in case you felt unwell. "I came here to collect herbs for yalnabark. It was nearly finished," you explained, only gancing at his eyes for a second before looking away.

Neteyam's gaze transferred to the satchel, it's contents spilled out. He sighed deeply and grabbed the satchel, picking up the herbs and putting it back in. "We will talk once we go back home."

You felt like a child who was about to get scolded by a parent. Lo'ak's amused grin didn't help make you feel better. Just like Neteyam, you scolded him for getting into plenty of trouble back when you were just teenagers. So, forgive him if he found the situation a little bit amused.

When you got back to High Camp, Mo'at was already there to check your wounds and she brought you to her tent immediately. Tuk and Kiri were already there to assist her. The youngest sully was quick to apologise and blamed herself for not being with you, but none of it was her fault and you made sure she knew that.

Tuk did not have the responsibility to take care of you because you are a grown woman who is capable of making her own decisions. And you are mature enough to accept the consequences.

Questions about the baby quickly came out from your mouth. It was the first thing Mo'at did, checking the baby. She felt your heart racing against her hand. The beating of your heart only slowed down to its normal rate when you she told you the baby is fine, but you needed rest to make sure.

Neteyam was there the whole time, watching his sisters apply medicine to your wounds whilst listening to his grandmother intently. You met his gaze, and you could tell he was relieved but disappointed at the same time. 

Fortunately, Nutxe dozed off in Jake's hut while he was with them. Neteyam stayed behind you on the way to the tent you both shared. He looked at the scratches on your back, his fury building with each glance, until he forced himself to turn his head away.

As soon as you entered your tent, you crossed your arms as you faced your mate.

"What were you thinking?" he hissed.

"I told you why, did I not?" you sassed.

He shook his head. "You do not get to act like this, not after you went behind my back. You did not even say a word to anyone!"

"I thought that it would be quick."

"You thought wrong," he seethed. "I told you so many times that this is for your own safety. Why wont you just listen? Do you not see that this is my way of protecting you?"

You turned aside, growling. You were already exhausted from being treated like a child. "I am not weak. I am still capable of standing without hurting!"

"Muntxate, this is not about your incapability." Neteyam pressed his palms against his eyes as he shut them tightly. He looked at you, annoyed. "You are carrying our prrnen. That should be enough for you to stay put."

"You forget who you are speaking to," you hissed angrily. "I am recognised as one of the strongest warriors along with you. Unless, my state makes me a liability, I should be-"

Neteyam suddenly took quick steps in front of you. You blinked, surprised at his stance but you didn't back down. He snarled, "I said no. Whether you like it or not, you will stay. I will tie you against a rope if I must."

"You are not Olo'eyktan yet," you scoffed. "I do not take orders from you!" 

You moved away from him, but he grabbed your forearm with his grip tight. You glanced at his hand wearily before looking up to his eyes, it was full of fury. "Nìftxan ngäzìk. If you do not want to be treated like a child, do not act like one."

Breathing heavily, you yelled, "I am already treated like one, skxawng!" 

Neteyam abruptly raised his arm, causing you to close your eyes and inhale sharply.. He pointed his finger to the exit of your tent, his gaze stuck on it. "Those demons have gotten stronger. They-" 

The words died on his mouth when he saw how you cowered with his touch. He released himself off you, his guilt consuming him. He can't believe he did it– that he let his rage get the best of him. He took a step back, his breath unsteady. "No, muntxate… I was not going to hit you. I would never."

You nodded, pressing your fingers to your temple before cupping your face. "I know, I just…" you sighed. Neteyam heard you sniffle, but it was muffled from your hand. You removed them for your face, and hugged your body. 

He watched your body language, because the last thing he wants is you to be scared of him. He only raised his arm to point outside but you thought otherwise. Neteyam would hate himself forever if he had caused anything for you to assume that.

Relief washed over him when you reached out to him, holding his hand. He trailed his other hand to your arm softly before he held your elbow, carressing it.

"I do not like thinking that I am not there to protect you," you revealed. Tears pooled into your eyes as you looked up at him. "What if something happens to you? What if it will be too late to save you? What would I do?" you croaked out.

"Nothing will-"

"You do not know that." You shook your head. "We need you, Neteyam. And I get scared everytime you go out there. I beg the great mother to protect you always, to watch you because I cannot."

Neteyam held your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "Nothing will happen," he pressed, his gaze loving. "Because I'm not only doing this for my people, but for you and Nutxe. I will protect my family with all my strength and I cannot do that when I'm dead." 

A tear left your cheek when he leaned his forehead aginst yours with a grin present on his lips. "I will always come home to you, muntxate," he promised.

You pouted, "You should. I will haunt your soul if you dare to leave."

Neteyam laughed.

"And I'm sorry for leaving without telling anyone. I thought it would be simple."

"I know. What matters is that you are both okay."

You smiled as you pushed yourself against him and pressed his lips with yours. Neteyam wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your chests are touching each other. A moan escaped your lips when you felt a hand squeeze your cheek.

Neteyam pulled away slightly, his breath fanning your lips as he spoke, "Good thing Nutxe is with my mother and father." His eyes heavy with a look you became so familiar with. You said nothing and roughly kissed him making him groan.

Great mother, how long has it been since you let this man devour you?

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[darnell-la]

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

pairing: the wolverine x assassin!reader

warnings: toxicity, abandon (for a reason), fight, blood, swords, crying, yelling, begging, near death, treated, depression, growth, smut, claiming, etc.

request: Well again sorry if you do decide to do a part two. Maybe female y/n does end up going with them cause she can't exactly walk and when the big epic fight happens she actually like helps Logan and uh..darn it you have her name in the story and I already forgot so yeah so female y/n gets injured protecting her..and like after that logan manages to finish the fight due to his rage about it. Uhh like maybe a small time skip with female y/n fully recovering and basically it's logan claiming female y/n as hia forever - @reeeeee3737388

note: this is a rewrite of the Wolverine move when Logan howlett is in Japan. Here is part two.

———

The next morning, Logan woke up first, surprised after he wiped his eyes and yawned, realizing that he hadn’t had a bad dream, or woke up in the middle of the night.

“Fuck,” the man dragged low as he turned his body, facing y/n that was lying on her back. Logan scanned the girl's body that wasn’t covered in the blanket he had thrown over the both of them.

He couldn’t help but think about yesterday. He had gone on for so long. Of course, he took a few breaths due to her blacking out needing a break.

She was too fucked out to speak and tell him she couldn’t anymore, so she laid there and took it. Gripping him every time she came.

“Logan!” Mariko yelled from inside of the safe room he had locked her in. Her speaker still worked, and she had just woken up after being there for almost twenty-four hours.

“Shit,” Logan rolled his eyes with a loud groan as he got up from the bed. He fixed himself up, making sure his zipper wasn’t down and his belt was buckled. He didn’t know how to tell the princess he fucked the assassin to submission.

“Stay back!” Logan yelled before running into the stew metal door. He continued until the door opened, revealing a tried Mariko with snacks in hand as well as a drink.

“What was taking you so long, Logan? Are they gone- Oh my god!” Mariko gasped as she saw the bodies on the ground. “W-What — Oh my god,” she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got a hostage,” Logan said. As Mariko gave Logan a confused look, they heard a thud in the room he left y/n in. “She’s awake,” he said before showing Mariko.

As the two walked into the room, they saw y/n on the floor, pushing her upper body off of the floor as her legs stayed crossed and twitched.

“Fuckin’ fell,” y/n said, upset that her lower body ached this bad. She had no idea how it could be sore and numb at the same time. “Had to — Interrogate her?” Logan shrugged, trying to find a good lie.

“Why is she naked?” Mariko asked, just now making y/n realize her breasts were out and her skirt sat up so far, they could see her mound.

“Fuck,” y/n said under her breath as she pulled her skirt down and covered her breast. “Look-“ Logan went to say but Mariko passed him an eye roll to go help y/n.

“I’m sorry so sorry he-“ Mariko went to speak, but y/m but her off. “It’s okay — H-He didn’t hurt me, I’m just a little-“ y/n tried getting up but she fell back down, making Logan feel bad.

“Shit,” the man said as he walked over to the younger lady and picked her up, placing her on the bed she fell out of after trying to maybe escape, but what would she say to her master?

If she hadn’t come back with Mariko, he’d probably kill her. He needed Mariko to lore Logan to him.

“Sorry,” was all Logan said as he stepped back, seeing the state he had left a stranger in. “I — I needed to eat some steak loose, and I didn’t want to kill you,” Logan admitted.

“Well, isn’t that charming,” y/n faked smiling before turning her head to lay down, away from him. “Hey, if you hadn’t barged in her, actin’ all innocent at first, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Oh, so I can’t look good or else the Wolverine will find me and fuck me!” Y/n yelled the last two words, making sure he felt how stupid he sounded.

“Well, maybe, yes — You fuckin’ liked it anyway. Could tell the way you squeezed my cock,” the man said through his teeth before leaving out of the room.

“Is he always like this? God,” Y/n rolled her eyes as she flopped back into the soft pillow. “I’ve only known him for a short time, but you’re the only one he’s been nice to, so far,” Mariko smiled.

Mariko has never seen anything like this before. She didn’t know if having sex with an assassin was normal, but she didn’t judge Logan. As long as the girl lying on the bed was fine, Mariko was fine.

“Alright, get up — We’re gettin’ out of here,” Logan barged into the room after an hour of Mariko cooking whatever she could find and serving it to the two.

“Ian goin’ nowhere with you,” y/n said. The way she spoke was different than yesterday. He didn’t know why, but she did. For the past hour, she’s decided the best thing to do is not work for Mariko’s grandfather anymore.

If she went back, she’ll be killed. She needed to vanish and make it seem like she had died trying to fight the Wolverine.

“Oh, yes, you are, and you’re gonna tell us who you work for,” Logan said as he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her off of the bed. She instantly fell to the ground. She felt like a newborn dear.

Logan rolled his eyes as he dropped his hands. The groan that left his mouth, annoyed y/n. “This is your fucking fault? Like, don’t you know how to take a fuckin’ break you rabid beast,”

Y/n tried getting up by herself, but she couldn’t feel her legs only tingle. Her cunt had throbbed as well, reminding her of last night. Fuck, he fucked her good.

“Ain’t like you stopped cumin’ either,” Logan said, looking right into the girl's eyes. “Body reaction, dickhead,” y/n lied, knowing she felt too damn good when she came around his cock.

“Oh, yeah? Wanna fuckin’ bet on that, Bub?” The man asked as he walked over to y/n, then picked her up. “No, you fuckin- Hey!” Y/n yelled at the man after he threw her on the bed.

Logan hovered over Y/n, not making a move, but looking down at her, eyes dark and cock picking through his jeans.

He’s supposed to be taking this situation seriously. He’s supposed to kill her and run off with Mariko to get her to safety, but instead, he’s pussy-whipped over an assassin sent to weaken him.

“Tell me you like it,” Logan said, voice sounding a bit like a beg, but he wasn’t going to make it more obvious. “Why? You get off on it, big boy?” She asked with a smirk, knowing he did. He is right now.

“Maybe I do — Whatcha gonna do about it, Bub?” Logan’s face leaned towards her, making their noses touch. The low growls Logan let out, only made it harder for y/n to deny him.

“Names y/n — Maybe ask before you try gettin’ in my pants again,” she said, making the man chuckle under his. “Try? Baby, I did,”

His cocky reply left y/n silent. It was true. He did get in her pants. He did get through her slit and made her cum on his cock multiple times.

“You’re a dick,” y/n said, voice low and shy all of a sudden. Even though her lower body was numb, she couldn’t stop her cunt from throbbing. “You like it — Can smell ya,”

“Get off,” y/n said in a serious tone she forced. Instead of arguing, he did as told with a chuckle. “Gonna come back with some clothes and carry you today. You piss me off, and those legs will stay dead longer than they have to,”

“Her grandfather’s alive, and you didn’t fucking tell us!?” Logan asked. It’s. After a day of Logan carrying the woman, she finally told them who wanted Mariko, and why.

Logan wasn’t happy about it. He had thrown y/n to the ground as they walked the streets of Tokyo.

“Why would I!? I wanted to leave!” Y/n said as she slowly got up, able to walk now, but Logan insisted. He said she would walk too slowly. In actuality, he just wanted to carry the woman around.

“Let’s go, Mariko,” Logan said as he turned around to head to where Mariko’s grandfather was hiding out. “No! H-He wants you there! If you do, you’ll give him what he wants,” y/n got up and tried pulling the man back to save his life.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Logan shouted as he yanked his arm away from her. “Don’t act like you fuckin’ care for us now. You came to kill me,” Logan growled in her face.

“I didn’t come to kill you, I came to weaken you. A-And I know that’s not better, but- You know how this life goes,” y/n said, making Logan chuckle.

“You had a choice,” Logan said, which she did, for this mission. She wouldn’t for any other. “You know I didn’t. I-I probably still don’t,” she said.

“Then leave — I won’t follow, just fucking leave,” Logan said through his teeth, mocking what she said a couple of days ago.

The face he gave looked serious, but he wasn’t anywhere near. He just needed y/n to get the fuck out of here before things got bad. She has no power, and they wouldn’t kill Mariko. She and Logan would be the only ones in danger.

“A-Are you serious?” She asked low with a crack in her voice. “Do you see me stuttering?” The man said, making y/n’s face twitch with different expressions.

She knows they don’t know each other, but the hint Logan has been giving and the way he fucked her that day — She thought her care about her at least a little, but her stilling her to fuck off.

“Logan, I don’t think she should-“ Mariko tried saying but Logan turned around and grabbed her arm, pulling Mariko away to go fight.

Y/n stayed behind, standing in the street as her eyes began to water. Logan could smell it. He felt horrible, but he can’t show it. He had to leave her. There was no other way.

“You don’t need her anymore, you need me. So fight me!” Logan shouted as he brought out his claws. Mariko’s grandfather had finally revealed himself after Logan told him he knew he was alive.

“Who told you it was me?” The old man asked, genuinely wanting to know. He began saying names until he stopped at y/n, seeing the way Logan’s eye twitched.

Y/n had only me ruin her name to Mariko, but he over heard. He was curious, but that might’ve put her in danger.

“Oh, y/n — She’s a wonderful soul. Kind and obedient, but too pretty to send on a mission against the Wolverine, I see,” the old man said, lightly feeling the tension between Logan and just her name.

“You leave her alone,” Logan said, making the man chuckle. “Now, why would I do that? She works for me. She means nothing to you,”

Logan had gotten pissed off from his comment, so he attacked him. The two started fighting as Mariko tried thinking and looking around for ways to stop her grandfather.

Y/n had followed the two from a distance earlier today. Now she’s hiding behind objects, hoping Logan would win the fight he’s in right now, but he’s struggling against the man in the metal suit.

Y/n quickly ran over to the computer section she had scanned for. His suit had to be connected to something right?

“Y/n!?” Mariko yelled as she ran over to her, surprised at her appearance. She shouldn't be here. She knows her grandfather will kill her if she sees she’s snooping around, and going against him.

“Don’t worry, I’m just doing the right things,” y/n said, trying in the computers to shut anything down that was on. “You’re a good woman, y/n. Go help, Logan. I’ve got this,” she said.

Y/n nodded her head before she ran towards where the two were fighting. They had fallen down a couple of stories, so she ran down those stairs until she made eye contact with him. The silver samurai.

“Well, look who’s come back. Couldn’t abandon your old man?” The older man asked as he threw Logan across the room. “Logan!” Y/n shouted, seeing how weak the man was.

“You’re pathetic. Worthless! I send you on a mission, and betray me — Do you know what I do to traitors!?” The older man asked as Logan slowly looked up, seeing who the old man was roaming to, and once he did, his eyes widened.

“Y-Y/n,” he said low as he tried to get up, but he slipped, legs feeling weak and his ribs in pain. “I show no mercy,” the silver samurai said before he lunged at y/n slicing her clean across her stomach before she could react.

“No!” Logan shouted, trying to gain strength but his regenerating powers were weakened and slowed than usual. The silver samurai was prepared for tonight.

Y/n tried fighting, grabbing a sword that was on the floor, but it was soon taken from her. The old man used it, stabbing the young lady through her stomach.

Y/n gasped, hands falling down as she looked into the man’s eyes. “You were a good assassin while it lasted. May you pass and do better in the next life,” was the last thing the old man said before he pulled the sword out.

Y/n fell to the ground, slumped and gushing blood she thought she could stop, but her hands were too weak to lift. She couldn’t move.

“No!” Logan yelled, voice growling as his eyes darkened. The man’s claws came out as his veins popped throughout his whole body. With one loud animalistic yell, the man ran towards the old man in the suit.

Logan felt bad at first for what he was about to do, but y/n was innocent. He was an innocent young lady who grew up, forced to think she had to work for the older man.

Logan let all of his anger out and finished the grandfather off, throwing him out of the tower they were fighting in. His suit broke apart as it hit the ground way below.

Logan huffed and puffed, still feeling anger until he snapped back into reality, thinking of y/n. He quickly turned around and ran to the wounded lady on the cold ground.

“Y/n,” the man said as he dropped to his knees. His hands instantly pressed down on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Get help! Now!” Logan yelled at Mariko who looked down at him from upstairs.

“Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me! It’s gonna be okay, okay? Hey, it’s alright,” the man couldn’t stop speaking as he watched the girl's head move and mouth part. She wanted to speak, but couldn’t.

“Take your time, what is it? C‘mon, Bub, just get it out. What is it?” He asked as one of his hands came to her cheek to keep her head steady. Her eyes met his, allowing her to see how glossy they were.

“I- sorry,” she choked, feeling like this would’ve never happened if she had just kept her mouth shut or told the princess about what her grandfather had planned. Y/n was in the middle of it all and stayed quiet for her master.

Y/n’s eyes slowly began to close, making Logan's heart speed up. “N-No - No, y/n — Y/n, no!” The man slapped her face, but she couldn’t stay up anymore.

Months passed, and Logan did everything he could to keep y/n up and running, making sure she ate what she had to, drank what she had to, walked as much as she had to, and rested as much as she had to.

Y/n would argue with him almost every day about it, crying into his chest about how hard it was living like this. Living slowly and not being able to train like she used to every day.

“You were forced to train. Now you can finally rest — By me,” was something Logan would say all the time to call her down.

Thankfully, y/n was now fully recovered. She apologized to the man many times about how she acted towards him while she was healing. All he did was laugh at the girl as he told her he was fine and never felt any different about her.

“They’re gone,” Logan spoke, breaking the silence between the two after she had woken up from a long nap. Today was day one of her full recovery, and she looked as beautiful as ever.

“Yeah — All thanks to you,” Y/n smiled as his hands tiptoed around her half-naked body. The panties and bra set he gave her were cute, and she decided to wear them to sleep last night, not thinking she’d wake up to him right next to her.

“It’s all you, Bub — You’re stronger than you think,” he said, making her giggle. “And how would you know that, mister Wolverine?” She asked, making a low chuckle slip from his mouth.

“You healed me,” he said after the seconds of laughter between the mouth. “Come again?” She asked the man. “You healed me — Saved me from being in the gutter. It takes a strong person to the that. A strong human, and you’ve managed to do that when we first met,”

Y/n shyly smiled at the man, not knowing what to say. “You know, I can’t let that go, right?” He said. “Let what go?” She asked. “Let you go — I worked my ass to keep you well. For me. Of course for your own self but — Y/n, I need you,”

Y/n’s hands stopped stroking the man’s hair at the shocking words. She thought this might only be a fling, but apparently, he thought otherwise.

“I’ve been alone and hurt for too long, carrying around anger, and beating myself up, but when I’m with you- It seems to all go away. You make me feel whole — I need you,”

“A-Are you sure it’s not just some attachment issue-“ she tried saying, but he cut her off with a long kiss, hoping she’d get his serious this situation was for him.

“Ain’t no issue, Bub — Just you,” Logan said, hoping she wouldn’t turn the old man around. “Logan — We’re so different,” Y/n said, but Logan didn’t care.

The man’s hand traveled to her face, cupping and rubbing at it. “Don’t turn me down, Bub — Please,” the man’s voice came out low. She could tell this was a huge jump for him.

“I — I could never turn you down, Logan,” she smiled, as his eyes widened. “Thank god,” Logan quickly hovered over the young lady as he smashed his lips on hers, kissing her roughly and sweetly.

“You gon quit that assassin shit for me, Bub? Can’t have you goin’ out endangering yourself,” Logan began nibbling along the girl's cheek and neck. “I retired,” y/n giggled.

“Good girl,” the man continued kissing down her body, hooking his fingers on her panties until he ripped them off. “Need this pretty girl safe and sound,” the man smirked down at y/n as she looked up at him.

It didn’t take long for Logan to have the young girl squirming and whining his name as he repeatedly hit her right spot.

“Mhm hm — Right there? Gettin’ to the right spot?” He asked, making her nod with a cry. “R-Right there,” her hands wrapped around the man’s neck.

“Gonna be good for me, and cum?” The man could feel her tightening around her every second. “Y-Yes,” was all she said before she came around him with a shake.

The growl he let out buried inside of her head. He couldn’t get enough of her. “Treatin’ an old man so good — Gotta keep you forever,” the man said in the crook of her neck, rolling his hips just right.

“Ain’t never lettin’ you go,”

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

[voidhyune]

there for you | lee felix

lee felix x female!reader wc: cca. 800 summary: the reader had a blood test and has trypanophobia. (scared of needles) tw: needle and i guess that's all but i'm not sure

enjoy!!!

"feliiiiiiiiix i don' wanna goooo." you whined as you sat down on the floor, in front of your front door, blocking the way. you were too tired, couldn't really sleep and now you were here at 7:26 am.

"i know you don't want to, but you have to y/n" said your boyfriend, felix. he offered to accompany you because he knew how afraid you are of the needle itself and of the hospital. and you really needed that test.

seconds later the two of you were in his car. your legs were bouncing up and down, showing how scared you were. he placed his right hand on your thigh, slowly massaging it to ease your nervousness.

when you got out of the car and saw the hospital, your stomach immediately turned.

god..how you hated these things...

felix held your hand, squeezing it slighty to remind you that he was there with you, no matter what.

you two made into the hospital and you drew a number that showed when it was your turn. it was 151. great..you had to wait a lot since there were a lot of people.

then you sat down on felix's lap, with the reason that there was not enough space and there were many old people. which was of course, true.

almost an hour later on the little screen, you saw your number and entered room 27 to hand over the papers containing your data to a very 'scary' woman.

then you had to wait again...

"lix, i-i'm scared" you choked back your tears as he caressed your back, planting some kisses on your temple.

"i'm here baby. i'll go in with you, okay?" he asked so gently. you loved him for that. he was thoughtful and kind with you. he knew you have these kind of problems.

"okay." you replied as you heard a 'ding' sound from the screens. it was your time now. you slowly stood up with felix and he took your hand in his. then you went into room 28.

"name? birthday?" a middle-aged woman asked you. she didn't even looked at you.

"y/n (and your bday)" you answered lowly and she led you to one of her co-worker.

"you can do it sweetheart" felix rooted for you, kissing your cheeks.

you were about to sit down when you saw that big needle and you hid behind your boyfriend, scared of what would happen.

"is she ok?" another co-worker asked.

"she's scared." felix replied instead of you, receiving a few strange looks from the workers.

"okay, but please hurry. a lot of people still waiting outside." she annoyedly said, bringing tears to your eyes. you just couldn't. it wasn't an easy task for you as they thought.

you were trembling as felix hugged your body to calm you. but it seemed impossible to do it.

"is it ok if she sits on my lap while you do it?" felix asked kindly but he had his deep ass voice and serious face.

"fine, just do it already."

"love, please let go of me for a sec, so she can do it and we can go home, okay?" you hesitated but eventually did it.

they put a rubber band on your upper arm so they can insert the needle into your vein. you instantly closed your eyes, squeezing felix hand with your free hand.

seconds later you were done but the tears still fell down your cheeks. your head was pounding and you felt nauseos. you two went outside for fresh air.

and that's when it hit.

your hearing started to go away and you felt dizzy. you looked up at your lover just to see him speaking. but you didn't hear him tho. your eyes were darting everywhere as your breathing hitched.

"f-feli-x i can't hear" you said, begging for nothing just to go home.

"shit" he mumbled, going into panic mood but he managed to keep his cool. he helped you sit down one of the stairs in front of the building and gave you water. thank god he had some.

he sat in front of you on the cold ground but he couldn't care less. you needed him. now. so he took your hands and guided your breathing.

"can w-we go home now?" you tiredly asked, barely above a whisper but felix heard it.

"of course. we'll stop on the way home and i'll buy your favorite snacks. how's that sound?" he asked as he helped you up to your feet.

"sounds too good." you finally smiled for the first time that day which made him giggle a bit, before you got into the car.

you were grateful that you found him. he was your comfort person and your boyfriend too. even your best friend. you loved him so much.

this was based on a true story, cause i actually went to blood test today. lol i was crying and they were laughing at me💀 i just needed my felix so thats how this story came.

[tangenkanashrine]

More TanGenKana (w Butterfly Boy Genya) things:

Kanao is the one who sees him the most. They have daily training together and she even suggested for him to douse his shotgun shells and bullets with poison.

Tanjiro gets scolded often. Like, really often. Because he's so reckless. Kanao is the same, Genya is so close to snapping at them.

Genya and Kanao made Tanjiro a butterfly clip (Genya STRUGGLED). He has it in his uniform's pocket to make sure nothing bad ever happens to it, he considers it a good luck charm.

Shinobu sometimes sees the three cuddle and puts a blanket on them while threatening Tanjiro with a smile because Genya is her son/little brother now.

Genya is very reluctant to talk to Sanemi, choosing to avoid him when he gets injured and having Aoi treat his wounds, or when he shows up. If there's another slayer or Hashira in the same room as his brother, he'll treat them instead of him. Aoi, Tanjiro and Kanao are his mental and emotional support when Sanemi comes.

Tanjiro and Kanao bring Genya souvenirs when they come back from missions. Read that as blood from demons or even some chunks of skin they managed to salvage.

During the training arc, Shinobu allowed Genya to work with her, Tamayo and Yushiro due to his ability. Tanjiro and Kanao didn't almost see him around when the training happened, Hashibami only gave them a letter that explained he was helping Shinobu with something very important,

OOOOH THESE ARE SO COOL- I HOPE I CAN ADD ONTO THIS!

-Them making a butterfly pin for Tanjiro would be so funny because I see Genya trying to make it with Kanao giving guidence, failing and Kanao just fixes his 7 fails. She's probably seen Kanae and Shinobu make them.

-Shinobu 100% sends nightmares into Tanjiro's dreams when she finds them cuddling together

-"My brother's here..." "Don't worry I'll be at his ass" "Don't do that Tanjiro." "We'll be at his ass." "Don't do that either Kanao!" Bonus: *they tried and got broken bones/hj*

[!MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!]

Considering the fact that Shinobu told Kanao her plan, she probably told Genya or he found out and tried stopping her. Of course Shinobu still did this anyways despite protests, Kanao most likely didn't say anything. I think after this would've caused a gap between the two since Kanao didn't even try to protest Shinobu's idea and Genya's frustrated over that.

It'd be a hard time keeping that a secret for Genya maybe, so anytime he sees anyone Shinobu knows- heck especially Aoi and the other sisters he just runs. Wait till he finds out what happens to Kanao and Tanjiro in the war. 😍

Speaking of that, unsure how the events would turn out- maybe Sanemi would ACTUALLY die because he'd probably gain more injuries from Upper 1 unless we just throw that onto the poor Gyomei who's already dead. Who knows. Even if Sanemi doesn't actually die, Genya still has to hear about Shinobu's death, Kanao going blind and Tanjiro losing an arm then almost becoming the demon king himself. While he was just waiting for the war to end, he'd feel the same guilt as Aoi.

I mean he could run with Nezuko to the battle field also and just see for himself, maybe just shooting out the antidote thingy at Tanjiro while Kanao stabs the syringe and all the other chaos is going on.💀

LOVERS TO THE RESCUE!!

[wildfyrevalkyrie]

Time for another week of @journeythroughjourneytothewest's book club! Complete with a brand new counter!

Chapter 5

Summary

Wukong has recently become quite chummy with the various spirits of Heaven. Fearing what he will do if continued to be left to his own devices, the Jade Emperor orders him to maintain the Garden of Immortal Peaches, where the Peaches are both Immortal and grant Immortality (not Bootleg this time), where Wukong proceeds to eat the rarest of the peaches. The Queen Mother hosts the Peach Festival, to which Wukong was not invited. He impersonates another immortal to attend, where he knocks the entire party out with a sleep bug, gets drunk, eats his fill, stumbles over to Laozi's place, and realizes how extremely he Dun Goofed when he eats some sacred pills meant to go the Jade Emperor. He flees back to Flower Fruit Mountain, and the Heavenly Army is sent to bring him back in. Wukong's Army has managed to hold off but not push back the Heavenly Army when the chapter leaves off.

Misc. Notes

Monkey Manners Counter: 4 (Wukong calls everyone "bro", including his superiors)

"If you dare but utter half a 'No'" Counter: 2

Speaking of the "bro"ing, the reactions of the Xu Jingyang/the Jade Emperor remind me of how the older generation reacts when a language loses its formality (see the "Crassification" of English, or German's formal you generally falling out of use with the modern generation (at least, based on stories from my dad))

Once again, we're told that Wukong is inherently mischievous (which, given the shenanigans this chapter, isn't a completely unwarranted comment)

So Wukong has the power to immobilize people and create sleep bugs. Why did he immobilize the maidens, anyway?

Wukong is very impulsive. Saw a bit of it w/ stuff like the Dragon Incident, but he's just giving into so much Temptation™ here

Wukong going back to Heaven after fleeing to go get his monkey buddies some Good Food™ is very wholesome ❤

The Jade Emperor really called all the king's horses and all the king's men to catch one (1) Monke (🐒)

• Wukong, when the cops he knew were gonna get called on him show up: What is this? The consequences of my own actions? How dare they!

Thoughts

Viva la revolución

Did the Jade Emperor fear Wukong was going to cause/inspire some kind of revolt? The text goes out of its way to mention that "[Wukong] no longer consorted with friends" because he no longer had the time to post-gaining his post at the Garden, which when added on that they were worried he had too much time on his hands/did not like how casual was, gives me "up and coming revolutionary" vibes (at least from their perspective, as Wukong seemed content enough pre-Garden)

Classism in Heaven

TL;DR: Book emphasizes that Wukong is from essentially a lower class of immortal who got promoted shortly before his subordinates (who are from the upper class) disrespect him, which makes me think the beef might not be personal.

The general situation pre-festival reads as a metaphor for classism. Specifically with the 'Divine Maidens coming to collect peaches' scene, where the other immortals made up excuses as to why they could go behind Wukong's back and take from the Garden he was in charge of without gaining his permission. Of note is the remark from one of Wukong's subordinates, "'Our Great Sage has a habit of wandering,'" which comes very shortly after the narration "[Wukong] did not take any more trips [after being assigned to the Garden]". Being annoyed about a change in management causing inconveniences is normal, however, it has been established that court etiquette/the Bureaucracy is taken very seriously in Heaven, making the choice to ignore it where Wukong is in charge stands out. Additionally, the chapter goes out of its way to stress that Wukong is only able to consider the simple things (eating three meals a day, making friends, sleeping well) and none of the "complicated" things like title, rank, or properly addressing one's superiors/subordinates, despite the fact that Wukong and the other immortals of FFM demonstrably understood at bare minimum rank last chapter. Given that it specifically associates these aspects with Wukong being a monkey demon and uses food to emphasize that the FFM Immortals are lower-class than the Heavenly Immortals (coconut water vs peaches festival), the whole situation comes across as an allegory for classism (ie despite being a well-regarded member of his community, because he had to literally fight to gain his position in the upper class, he isn't respected by those who were already immortal).

(Of course, there’s an alternate reading where the beef is personal and bc Wukong ‘skipped the line’ in terms of rank, so YMMV.)

Poll!

On a meta level, this chapter was a chore to read. I think it comes from the pacing. It feels like it goes too slow when it needs to speed up and too fast when it needs to slow down. How did everyone else feel?

[foxys-fantasy-tales]

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From Arigale: Spite in the Spirit Ache “Chit! Can you hear me?” Judith yelled and gripped his shoulders so hard she almost ripped the material of his vest. This managed to get Chit to squint at her through the sweat and burning ache in his torso, yet he couldn’t seem to get enough air to speak. Judith’s eyes filled to the brim, but she didn’t even blink as the tears dried where they formed. Instead, her gaze darted from the weapon and bleeding wound to his face and back again. “Should I move you? Should I find someone and leave you still? We’re not far from the manor."

Grab The furious man grabbed Pearl’s wrist and pushed her up against Judith’s bubble shield, still protecting the two as Chit trembled. Rahat moved a step closer before he witnessed Drake shove the man back. Pearl rubbed at her wrist and stared with more fury, but then he threw Drake to the side like a heavy sack in an instant so he could grab Pearl by the shoulders. The difference in their lives showed in how his muscles easily shook her against the bubble in his frustration. Judith dropped the bubble. As the light was shifting from pink to blue in her crystal, a shot rang out and the man’s grip loosened before he fell to the floor, causing Pearl to topple over as well as she had been raised clear off her feet. “Senseless.” She panted and tried to raise herself, but only managed to get her upper half partially off the cold floor.

Darkness Her head raised, and she shut her eyes a moment. There was nothing but silence and darkness. No colorful lights she could feel the warmth of, and no voices of those dear remained for her. It felt like an endless tunnel she couldn’t avoid, and her spirit shrunk at the thought. Maleth’s words still echoed out the other side, and soon enough, she was brought to herself again when Chit’s tail wrapped around her. His eyelids were heavy, from exhaustion or concern she couldn’t tell, but he forced up an awkward smile. Judith stared a moment at the uneven attempt and tiny twitch at the higher corner of his deeply blue lips.

Deep

The pair left, chatting all the way as Sheila stole a few looks back behind her, each with an increasing grin. Chit stretched out by the trees and breathed in deep. Soon as his eyes had shut, he heard a rustling near his head in the grass. Purple crossed his vision as he squinted to find Judith scooting closer. He kept one eye open while the sunlight gently ebbed away beyond the water’s edge. There was a box in her lap that her hands kept patting. She donned the biggest smile he’d seen on her since they met. Judith squeaked and lifted the box in both hands. “Oh, I can’t wait anymore!” She pushed the box from her lap onto his stomach. “Open!” “W-What? What’s this?” He sat up in a daze from the breath she pushed out of him. “A gift!” Judith clapped.

Tagging: @fracturedfable, @vacantgodling, and @wynters-writings Your words are: Forever, Important, Daunting, and Brave

[rigginsstreet]

The Duffers trying to peddle the whole found family, outcasts band together arc is so fucking funny to me because:

Nancy was never an outcast, they just gave her that shitty 'preppy popular girl gets moral angst so becomes a badass gun wielding apocalyptic grunge princess overnight' arc and then literally never showed her at school again so even if she did become an outcast, you actually never see it. In fact, we see multiple times beyond that that she's still very much considered the polite, proper, middle-upper class small town girl by any of her peers who aren't The Gang.

Barb. Chubby shy girl always in the preppy princess' shadow as the holy voice of reason, invited along as nothing but the moral support so Nancy can get laid. Dead. Dead and forgotten by literally everyone except her parents and used as a character device for Nancy (and by extension her romance with Steve.)

Steve is only technically an outcast by association. Sure, he has that fight with Tommy, but Tommy and the dude always kissing ass in Tommy's shadow are the only ones we ever see actually like. Treating Steve any differently, arcade manager dude aside (who just does not give a shit about anyone else anyway.) If the Duffers had actually properly shown Steve at school like Nancy we would've seen that while he might not have been as popular, he definitely wouldn't be sat alone in the corner. I mean come on he was in Scoops Ahoy and still getting flirted with. If you actually peeled him away from The Gang for like five minutes he'd be top of the food chain again.

The actual outcasts themselves pick and choose who is and isn't allowed in The Gang and will immediately turn on each other the moment one of them doesn't meet the standard, as we clearly saw with Lucas, who literally just got into sport and made a few friends on the team. They turn on each other constantly, weaponize their knowledge of each other as and when it suits them, and clearly have a classification of what is and isn't the 'right' kind of outcast. (coughBillyHargrovecough.) Which is exactly the behavior they resent the 'normies' for.

Apropos Billy. The Duffers literally said "its about outcasts and found family and coming together against monsters both human and not" and then also said "except for the traumatised queer-coded abuse victim. We very very clearly want you to know he is the most evil of evil out there and his sole purpose is to get beaten up and die." They decided Steve Harrington couldn't die so they made his evil gay clone. The literal only way they could think of to make Billy "bad" was to have him shout at Lucas and beat up Steve. They said "his ass is too big for him to live but we're gonna ride it for the entire PR train."

Speaking of queer-coded outcasts and dying. I know you hate Eddie Munsen, but he was basically the Queer Canary 2.0. The Duffers really said "anyone who would not be on a Home and Garden magazine cover must be shot on sight." Joe and Joseph started getting a lil too homerotic and the Duffers started loading up the gun.

And controversial but Robin. I love love love Robin but its really like the Duffers said "we have to keep one queer alive to avoid the homophobia allegations" and then after months at the drawing board they just shrugged and said "why don't we just copy-paste Steve but change the formatting to lesbian?"

And like. Its been shown that the moment all these so-called outcasts are separated, suddenly, they're not really that outcast anymore! They're all growing up, getting hobbies, making new friends, realizing that they don't have quite as much in common as they thought they did. Will and Dustin are the only two who kind of stay on the hem of that original format.

I'm not even going to talk about whatever the fuck that was with Eleven running away to some fever dream Murder Goths™ secret club. Not even the Duffers want to talk about it. It genuinely makes me think of the Twilight baseball scene. Its like you know the vision they had in mind when they thought it up but then its like they asked AI to create it.

Stranger Things is just the Duffers' Wattpad Mary Sue Y/N fanfiction.

Don’t you DARE disrespect the twilight baseball scene like this

No one in this life could ever convince me Eddie is queer like god himself could stand before me and I will tell him he is wrong

Billy being Steve’s evil gay clone is so real tho I’ll give you that

Um it’s 2024 are we all ready to admit the party is just the nerd boy version of the plastics? Are we ready to have that conversation? I’m ready to have that conversation

[purinfelix]

"scratchy" - pablo gavi

pairing: gavi x reader (established relationship) summary: you love your boyfriend's new look, but it proves a slight challenge when it comes to kisses warnings: none! w/c: 712

a/n: when i made this post abt this idea after seeing the pics at first i wasn't expecting so many ppl to like it 😭 ... so i'm really hoping i did it justice !!! pls enjoy !!!

taglist for this fic! (love u all <3): @gadriezmannsgirl @emz2092 @spidybaby @goldenalbon @gavisuntiedboot @zowanew

“Baby,” you cooed, trying your best to sound apologetic and not burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of your boyfriend standing at the corner of your bed like a sad puppy. The pet name only seemed to make things worse though, his pout deepening as he shrugged off your attempts to use affection to win him back.

With a soft sigh, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows so you could look at him properly - and so he could properly see the remorse and guilt on your face.

”I already said I’m sorry,” your tone was soft - at least as soft as you could manage whilst holding back laughter at how adorable he looked - “please just come back to bed so I can make it up to you.”

“I can’t believe you pulled away from my kiss.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Did you not want it?” his brows were furrowed in confusion as if the concept of you dodging his show of love was genuinely puzzling to him. It was equal parts endearing and heart-breaking.

”It’s not that, it’s just that …” you trailed off, eyes already busy scanning your boyfriend’s face. All of his familiarly handsome features laid bare for you, his deep brown eyes looking at you with an intensity that could only be accompanied by his perfect lips which were twisted into a frown.

Still, you couldn’t help but let your gaze drift to the most recent addition to his look - a tiny bit of stubble that dotted his jawline and upper lip. You hadn’t really noticed how dark his facial hair had gotten until just now, when he had swooped in for a kiss and the short hair had scratched against your face. It was an odd feeling, to say the least, and you had pulled back without thinking much of it, your face twisted into an expression of discomfort.

You were brought back to the current time when your boyfriend cleared his throat, urging you to continue your explanation.

“It’s just that,” you pause for a moment to let his brows raise in curiosity, “your facial hair - it’s a bit scratchy.”

At your confession, his accusatory stance dropped as his shoulder drooped slightly. “I thought you liked it though,” he said in a tiny quiet voice, not even looking up at you as he said it.

You hurried to assure him. “I do! I think it makes you look more mature, more manly, more …” you paused once more, searching for just the right word to express your appreciation for his new look, ”more handsome.”

This seemed to do the trick, as a sheepish smile spread across his face before he lunged onto the bed beside you. He buried his face into his pillow, both to stifle a fit of boyish giggles and to hide the pink blush your compliment had caused. You couldn’t help yourself from running a hand through his hair, before cupping his face and pulling it gently to face you. Instinctively he leant in for a kiss with his passionate roughness and you had to stop him once more.

“Gently,” you reminded him, not needing to speak much louder given how close his face was to yours. He understood you perfectly though, moving smoothly with a gentle tentativeness as he connected his lips to yours, cautiously avoiding rubbing his facial hair against your face. He let out a satisfied hum, almost melting into the kiss he had been waiting so long for.

Finally, though, your lips parted as he pulled away - eager to ask another question.

“You really don’t mind the beard?” he withdrew the hand that had been previously wrapped around your waist to rub at his own jaw.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a beard just yet baby, but I do like it. I’d like you with any look,” you assured him with a soft giggle.

“What if I went bald?”

A slight pause as you thought. “Maybe not.”

Gavi only chuckled at this, pulling you in once more for another kiss - and you didn’t have to remind him this time as he kissed you with such gentleness it made your heart flutter purely with how precious it made you feel.

[alipeeps]

Ahhh I love Xiao Heng's entrance in ep 22!

And Jiang Li's unwavering belief in him. "Since the day I have known him, he has never failed."

But she also takes no shit from him.

He offers to take her and her father out from the city and to the capital but she refuses. And when he speaks of her father's mental health and dismisses him because of it - she outright scolds him. In front of others.

And now their aims have completely aligned. They are both working towards the goal of protecting the country/rooting out the corruption. She understands that what happened to her and her family was just one facet of that bigger problem and while she still intends to prove her father's innocence, it is now as a part of that greater goal. They are truly partners in this now.

The increasing closeness of their relationship is killing me!! The way he just wordlessly inclines his head to her and she knows to follow him outside to talk. When she asks him how he came to Dingzhou so quickly if things are still not resolved in Huaixiang and he just replies "What do you think?" And then he gives her advice on how to act.

And the teasing!! "Don't you have anything you want to say to me?" and she just blithely wishes him a safe trip. And he feigns a look of incredulity.. and then just smiles and *boops* her head with his fan!!

Su fucking Guogong, the emperor's enforcer, the man who made the bad guys cower in terror at the mere suggestion of attacking him in episode 1, *boops* her with his fan!!

Ahahaaaa and the secret letter to Ye Shijie was more than what we thought and advised him in advance to make plans to bring grain to Dingzhou. But who did the 2nd letter go to?

The plotting and scheming in this show is so clever and complex, it's like Su Guogong, Jiang Li, and Li Zhongnan/Princess Wanning are all playing some complex game of Go. Each time it looks like one of them has gained to upper hand and all is lost, it turns out someone has already forseen this move and planned against it. It's very cleverly done and makes for gripping - and anxious! - watching.

Ahhh and the second secret letter was to Jiang Yuanbai and he has been aware and playing along this whole time!!

Oh and I love the moment when Wen Ji and Lu Ji talk through all the plans Xiao Heng put in place and Wen Ji asks if Xiao Heng had a back up plans - and the answer was that he trusts Jiang Li to be able to manage - and if he discussed all this with Jiang Li beforehand - and the answer is "No... but they probably had a tacit understanding."

Oh my, they sure do. They are SUCH a good team. "A man is known by the company he keeps." You said it, my man.

Meanwhile Shen Yunrong's story becomes more and more complex. I thought at the start that he had felt forced to kill his wife etc because the capricious princess had taken a liking to him and decided she wanted him. But it goes so SO much deeper than that. He is fully a participant in her plot. He knows about the gold mine, he knows that the deaths of Xue Fangfei and Xue Huaiyuan were necessary to that plot. He knows that this is all in service of raising money for King Chen against the emperor (presumably he also knew about the salt smuggling, as that was for the same purpose?).

He's not just a man ensnared by a powerful woman who made him kill his wife and likes to make him suffer... he's a man caught up in the complex political plot of a powerful woman - who made him kill his wife in service of the plot and who likes to make him suffer.

How did it come to this? He is literally a corrupt official himself. How did this happen to a man with such morals, a man who has always been so staunchly against corruption in office?

And oohhh the way he stands up to her in this episode. He chastises her, and even when he kneels in apology, it is with a defiant indifference. He's rapidly reaching- has already reached? - the point of no longer caring what she does to him. I wonder if she quite realises that yet, how her power over him is slipping?

Ugh the way it starts snowing as Jiang Li beats the drum, and the correlation to Xiao Heng beating the drum as a child for the unjust death of his father. And the visuals of her beating the drum from above, her robes swirling with each stike. Ugh, this show!!

Oh my gosh Xiao Heng's unwavering faith in her! The emperor asks "What shall we do next to bring your pawn back into the game?" and he's like, lol, no worries fam, she's got this. 😁

"Jiang Li is not foolish. She has already prepared a back up plan for herself."

And the way the emperor trusts him implicitly and asks him what to do, right down to asking him whether to admit the Secetariat Director, and turning him away when Xiao Heng says best not to.

And then we see why. They have been working together on this for a looong time... and it all ties back to the death of Xiao Heng's father.

Ooft! What an episode! I am exhausted!

Ahhhh the plotting and scheming in episode 21 is stressing me! The situation seems to get worse and worse. I have faith in my girl but oof it is making me nervous!!

However, there is still the matter of the second secret letter Xiao Heng sent... one went to Ye Shijie... but who received the other?

[astrid19202]

He looked so handsome it hurt. His baby blue suit jacket, black shirt that showed off his tone muscles, and silver rings that wrapped around his fingers. Those same fingers that have been used in and out of you so many times you’ve lost count. His eyes were lighten up and happy, which in result made you happy too. 

Luke stood against the bar talking to his band mates and friends, discussing the take my hand tour that he’d be leaving for in two days. In this moment you were all at a quaint party, celebrating the success of the band, appreciating their lives and the new forth comings of shows and memories they’d be making. 

Your joining Luke on tour after two months in since you still have work things to finish up with, but you’d miss each other dearly regardless. It wasn’t that you two couldn’t stand being without each other,  it was that the love you both held in your hearts bled endless and relentlessly. So sometimes time apart felt like a million years because of impatience. However, despite that you still managed to groove together lovely whether a minute or a year away. 

But right now it wasn’t the party, the food, the people that were talking to you. Nope, not at all. Instead, it was Luke who was making it very difficult to listen to your friends speak in your ear as you watched him stand there, unintentionally making your thighs clench and body ache in need. 

“Hun are you okay?” Michelle, asked as she nudged your shoulder lightly.

“Hmm?” You shifted your gaze lightly to her to show you were listening, but truthfully you were still looking at Luke through your side vision. But you weren’t sneaky enough cause she saw your eyes move rather quickly on him again.

“Oh I see what’s going on” She giggled against the rim of her glass and taking a sip with her eyebrows raised. 

“What?” You blushed into the palm you were leaning on and shifted in your seat. 

“Well with the way your looking at old Lukey boy over there I’d say your-“ But before she could finish her sentence you covered her mouth. 

“Hush…I can’t help it okay shut up” 

Michelle laughed and shook her head, “It’s okay we’ve all been there. Just go do what you have to, I’ll cover for ya‘ll”.

You looked at her surprised, “I’m not actually gonna go do that, especially now. It’s not the right time”.

“Oh c’mon go have fun, I know you want to. Now go!” She pushed you out the booth and blocked the entrance so you couldn’t sit back down in your place again. 

It wasn’t that you were a prude, far from it actually. Plus, you and Luke have done it in public spaces before. But it’s always been initiated by him with you following along. But the idea thrilled you the nonetheless. Maybe you could start it this time, why not?

Your black dress clung to your curves, sheer in the right places such as over your breasts and behind your back. It made you look both elegant and sexy in the best ways possible. 

While you were on one side of the room admiring Luke and having your thoughts, he had them right away when he saw you step out of your guy’s bedroom to leave for the party an hour ago. Sadly he had to push them away and avoid them to get through the party. So now that he was distracted and having simple fun, he barely could register your hand slipping into his and taking him to the dance floor of swaying bodies. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck and body clung to him, his arms securing your waist in his large hands as he looked down at you innocently and happily to see you.

“Missed me sweetheart?” He grinned cockily, thinking he had the upper hand already. But that would quickly dissolve into your palm.

“Mhm” You mumbled as your hips began grinding into his subtly, “so much Lu”. Your lips began to suck lightly onto his neck, forming pretty red and purple roses into his skin making him grunt and dig his nails in your hips.

“W-what are you doing” His eyes fluttering closed as you brush your hand down the front of his pants to his cock in his trousers. Thankfully with all the people distracted with each other, no one saw what you two were doing. 

“Luke, do you know what I’ve been doing for the past hour?” You whispered into his neck as you kissed lower to his collarbones and playing with the chain around his neck with your other hand.

Luke was in a daze, he was so used to initiating the public sexual intimacy with you. Obsessed with the way you got coy and fell apart for him. But this time the roles were reserved and he can’t say it didn’t make him hard, because it painfully did. Especially with the way your hand began rubbing him and lips attached on his neck. 

“Hmm” He choked out as you turned around pressing your ass into him letting his hands wander over your body. 

Your head tilted back, the both of you swaying and rocking into each other as his cock pressed into you from behind with ease. 

“I’ve been sitting in that booth all night, wet and thinking about you. I’ve been so tempted to blow you against the bar or having you fuck me against a wall or table. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 

Luke broke and pulled you into him, “Fuck come with me” He grabbed your wrist and guided you to the back of the party, opening a back door that led into a nearby empty office room. 

He pressed you into the door as it closed and pressed his mouth on yours quickly. The kiss was heated, messy and perfect at the same time. His tongue gliding into your mouth as he spread your thighs to wrap around him. 

His hands were everywhere, now sliding up to your breasts as they felt heavy in his palms and groped them. His kissed down your neck and to your chest, sucking marks as he pulled the top of your dress down before sucking your right nipple in his mouth.

“Such pretty tits baby, all for me huh?” He moved to the left, biting and sucking as his lip ring brush against it making you shiver.

You threw your head back, whimpering out as he appreciated your breasts and with his other hand ripped your panties down your thighs. His thumb attached to your clit, rubbing circles expertly as your wetness coated his fingers immediately.

“Y-yes Lu I’m all yours”. His cock strained at your weak voice and the way you called yourself his. His possessiveness and lust overtaking him quickly.

“All fucking mine, pretty girl” He pushed his pointer and middle into you, his chunky sliver rings brushing over your clit as his digits dragged in and out of you. 

And it’s true, you did look so pretty. Your hair was splayed out around you, lips parted and noises falling from what he was doing to you as your breasts were displayed in front of him, thighs spread and ripped pink underwear barely hanging off your thigh.

Luke kissed you again, you leisurely trying to kiss him back as he pleasures you.

He felt you clench around his fingers as he smirked and brushed your g-spot with the tip of his middle digit, he repeatedly graced over it and dragged his fingers out and back in again. He was teasing you. 

“P-please” You whimpered as your hips lifted slightly.

“Please what honey?”

“Please I want you”, You looked up at him with pouted flush lips and desperation in your eyes.

Then, his fingers were gone and you watched as he pulled his cock out into his hand, pumping him himself as he looked back you smug.

Your mouth practically watered and before Luke could stop you, you were on your knees in front of him and sucking the head of his cock into your mouth feverishly. Your tongue smoothed over the tip making him whimper and tilt his head back.

Now it was his turn to be pressed into the door as you rested your hands on his thighs which were dressed in his straight baby blue set pants that covered his long legs perfectly. His ratted converse spread out his legs slightly as he gripped your hair in his hand, and moaned watching your head move back and forth on him. 

“Fuck sweetheart just like that, doing so good for me baby” His words making you press your thighs together as you got wetter. You loved pleasing him, especially when he sweet talked to you during it. 

But you felt like teasing him yourself a little tonight too as you pulled away and began stroking his cock in your hand, dipping your head down and sucking at one of his balls lightly. 

Luke moaned out loudly, his eyes closing shut as his Addams apple bobbed in his throat. 

“S-shit” Your hand kept working him until he had enough and lifted you up, settling you on a nearby table. 

“Gonna fuck your pussy so hard” He lifted your thigh up around him as he slid into you, hips flush against each other’s as he went as deep as he could. 

You whines as your walls took him in and wrapped around him quickly.

“How are you so” 

  thrust 

“Tight, fuck” 

  thrust

Your back arched as Luke slid his other hand around and gripped your ass, harshly pulling you into him so you sat at the edge of the table and he fucked you.

“Harder Luke please fuck me harder” You cried out and gripped his blonder hair in your hands. 

He groaned and drilled into you harder, his cock pushing into you that you felt a slight bulge in your tummy. 

“Louder honey let everyone know I’m fucking you this good” His hand smacked down at your ass and you felt the table shake beneath you as he went faster, slamming against the wall it was near. 

“Wowwww!” 

You opened your eyes and there was Michael and Calum leaned against the door, drunk out their minds. Thankfully, Luke was covering you up with his body but their sudden entrance didn’t stop him. Instead, the image of you spread out on the desk with Luke’s cock pounding in and out of you continued. 

“What” He angled your hips as towards him more as he fucked you, “Do you want? I-I’m busy boys” He grunted into your neck. 

The boys shielded their eyes once they realized he didn’t give two fucks and wasn’t gonna stop, “Nevermind have fun Hemmo!” They laughed as they stumbled out and closed the door behind them. 

Luke’s free hand slipped around your throat as he made you look at him, fucking you with pride vigorously.

“You liked that baby huh? Having my friends watch me fuck you. I know you did, I felt your pussy get wetter around me, dirty girl” 

You whined, and blushed because it was the truth. It gave you an adrenaline rush and you couldn’t deny it.

“Yes luke I liked it” You moved your other thigh up to his waist, giving him more access to slip between you.

“Fucking whore” He grunted he as he tilted his head back and he kept both hands on your ass holding onto you. It turned him on too but he wouldn’t say it out loud, instead he’d show you.

You clenched around his cock at his words and moaned laying your forehead on his shoulder, feeling your orgasm dangling in front of you.

Luke saw you breaking apart beneath him and lifted your head up by your hair, “Love you so much, cum around me lemme feel you baby” He started rubbing your clit again quickly and sucked at your neck, reviving previous marks he left and making them brighter. He wanted everyone to see you were his. 

His mouth attached your breasts again, tongue lapping up your nipples, giving each equal attention. It was all so much, his cock fucking you, his mouth, his fingers on your swollen clit. You came quickly, coating him of your wetness.

Luke felt himself about to cum, but before he could pull out you pressed him against you making him stay in place.

“Want you to cum in me Lukey” You whispered in his ear. He whimpered as he rocked in and out of you, the thought spurring him on as he started fucking you again harder.

You kissed down his jaw and he bit his bottom lip, closing his dark blue eyes as he came, hips stuttering into yours as he filled your pussy up. 

“So good sweetheart, s-so good for me” He brushed your hair out your face as he finished, and placed sloppy kisses on your cheek. 

Panting, you both caught your breathe and fixed yourselves up. He pulled you into him and gathered your cheeks in his hands as kissed your lips. Guiding you both back to the party, you looked around at the crowd and saw your friend giving you a thumbs up as you hid your face into Luke’s chest while his friends caught him up in conversation again.

[feyre-darling92]

Can you write a nice fluff piece for Obi-Wan. The reader is a jedi master too and her and Obi-Wan have a crush on each other.

So, she's watching Obi-Wan and Anakin duel (scene from kenobi show) and she tells Obi-Wan to take it easy on anakin when they're done. Then Obi-Wan and reader duel and it's all fluffy lol you can take it from there.

Hii! Of course, hope you like it!

T/W: None, just bad writing

Word Count: 1k

"Master Y/L/N, a pleasure to see you again" Anakin greeted you from afar when you entered the training room.

"Hello, Anakin. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked as he approached you.

"I was looking for your Master actually" you admitted a bit ashamed although you had no reason to.

You and Obi-Wan were just good friends for many years and it was natural that you were found together most of the time.

Well, if your heart could speak it would correct you and say that you wished you were something more than that. But you know. The order, the difficulty of the times, we've all heard these excuses before.

"He should be here by any minute" he talked when you moved to the edge of the room to admire the breathtaking view of Coruscant.

"Ah, there you are" you heard the familiar voice of Anakin's Master from behind and you turned, hands behind your back to greet him. "Master Kenobi. See you still haven't changed that bad habit of yours to arrive late" you teased him.

"If I knew you were coming I would've come sooner"

"I am sure you would"

"What do we own the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to inform you about a subject but it's nothing urgent, I can wait"

"Always happy to have you around" he commented and you hope they didn't notice the heat on your cheeks. You moved to the corner and smiled, "Don't mind me"

Obi-Wan and his padawan took fight positions.

"Are you ready?" the master asked his padawan who ignited his lightsaber, "Are you?"

"Then let's begin"

The duel started and you had to admit that they were both pretty good at it. Anakin easily blocked his Master's hits but Obi-Wan was also good at attacking and keeping the upper hand in the battle.

A couple of seconds later, after Obi-Wan's hit, they gained some distance, sabers still ignited.

"You grow too aggressive Anakin, be mindful. A Jedi's goal is to defend life not take it"

At the sound of these words, the young padawan attacked his Master who easily avoided it now both having their backs pressed again each other's.

"Mercy doesn't defeat an enemy, Master"

A couple of hits later his saber was pressed against his Master’s, "Which is why you're good"

In the meanwhile, you were watching the intense duel, not missing a beat.

The padawan had skills but lack of experience. The Master had also skills and experience but went harsh on his padawan which caused the duel to be so intense.

They were both harsh to each other.

Anakin had now backed Obi-Wan into the corner, "Admit you're beaten"

The few seconds with the sounds of the lightsabers passed incredibly slow before he escaped his grip and after a few moves regained control of the duel.

With a hit, Anakin managed to push Obi-Wan's lightsaber out of his grip, leaving him defenseless.

"There. Your weapon's gone. It's over" Anakin stood in front of him and smiled in victory.

Obi-Wan's next words were as he spoke it from your mind, "Your need for victory, Anakin, it blinds you"

It was obvious that the padawan’s lust for victory had taken over him at this very moment.

Obi-Wan got up and after a few seconds he had taken Anakin’s saber, “You’re a great warrior Anakin, but you’ll need to prove yourself as your undoing” He glanced over you and then turned to his padawan, “Until you overcome it” he turned off the saber, “Padawan you’ll still be”

He handed it to him, offering a gentle yet encouranging smile. Anakin nodded and turned to you,”Goodbye, Master”

“Bye, Anakin” you smiled to the yound boy as he passed in front of you.

“You’re too harsh on him. Take it easy” you pushed yourself off the wall and approached him.

“Oh, yeah? And what do you suggest?” he raised an eybrow quite amused.

“I don’t know. But he’s still human. He needs to hear positive comments too”

“You never heard anything good yet here you are”

You sighed. “I know. I am just saying”

“Hm” he turned his back to you to grab his lightsaber from the ground.

“You know, he actually won. Not that hard, though. You’re fighting like an old man” you smirked crossing your hands against your chest.

“Excuse me?” his eyes were lit from amusement, making him look exactly like ten years before.

“You heard what I said, old man” you barely suppressed your laugh.

“You know we’re at the same age, right?”

“Of course. But I will never get old” you laughed and he joined you.

“We can see that, you know”

“What do you have in mind, Kenobi?”

“Let’s duel. Like the old days”

“Are you sure you want to lose again?”

“Oh, dear. You bet”

Without a warning you ignited your lightsaber and your blue blade met his. You attacked again and he successfully blocked your hits but you still managed to have control.

The fight continued for minutes and you continued attacking methodically until his back met the wall and the lightsaber flew out of his hand.

“I win” you breathed and turned of your lightsaber off.

“You forgot something”

“What?” you asked confused and he found opportunity to drag your leg with his, making you lose your balance hitting the ground, Obi-Wan landing right above you.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed and he suported his weight on his elbows. You were trapped under him.

It was too awkward to do anything, especially now that you had some feelings.

“I win”

“Alright, alright. Can you let me go now?”

“Nope” he smirked and when he saw your confused expression answered with amusement, “maybe this was a plan so I could trap you. What do you say?”

Oh great! Now he had that “negotiation” face of his.

“I say that if this was your plan then you succeeded, Master Kenobi”

Without missing a beat his lips captured yours in a lustful yet sweet and soft kiss.

“What took you so long?” you asked when you finally pulled away.

“What took you so long?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“I love you too”

“Whateven you say” you muttered and kissed him again.

[extasiswings]

“I felt it shelter to speak to you.” for Buddie

This was...not supposed to be this long but all the recent promo content has been...inspiring. Anyway...on ao3 here.

The first attack happens on a Saturday afternoon.

There’s nothing special about the day, nothing strange. Christopher is at a friend’s birthday party, Buck is off somewhere with Taylor, and Eddie is grocery shopping before he’s meant to meet Ana for an early dinner.

His shoulder aches a little—that’s what he notices first—but that’s not too unusual. It happens sometimes. Even as physical therapy has helped him regain strength and mobility in his arm and shoulder, a high caliber sniper round ripping through his upper chest is no minor injury. Plus, while he’s hardly ancient, he’s not even as young as he was when he was shot the first time, and those bullets left behind their own patches of scar tissue and occasional twinges.

So. His shoulder aches. It’s fine. He ignores it and moves on. Goes through the store, checks out, put his bags in the backseat—

There’s a glare off a window in the apartment building across the street.

Eddie reaches for the handle of his door.

Suddenly, his fingers start tingling, uncomfortable pricks of icy numbness traveling up his hands like they’ve fallen asleep, but shaking them out doesn’t help. And then, without warning, pain lances through his chest, sharp and acute, and he can’t breathe properly, as if his torso has been trapped in a vise that’s slowly tightening more and more.

His vision swims. He sways on his feet, grasping at the door handle with clumsy, numb fingers to keep himself upright.

He feels like—he feels—

He feels like he’s dying. It strikes him with sudden clarity. He’s dying. Dying in a random parking lot—he always assumed he was too young to have a heart attack but the symptoms fit and he’s just—

He can’t. He can’t die. Not when he’s survived everything else. This can’t be—

“Sir?” There’s a woman with a station wagon parked in the space next to his truck and she’s looking at him with no small amount of concern. “Are you okay?”

Eddie’s mouth is so dry and his breathing so irregular that it takes him a moment to respond.

“I—I think I need to go to the hospital,” he grits out as another wave of dizziness threatens to send him to his knees.

She calls 911. Eddie spares a moment to be grateful that the paramedics who show up a few minutes later aren’t from the 118.

As it turns out, he’s not dying. And he didn’t have a heart attack.

“A panic attack?” Eddie’s voice is distant to his own ears as he stares at the ER doctor in disbelief, his stomach flipping with a new kind of dread. “Are you sure?”

“Your symptoms resolved on their own and your EKG is normal, Mr. Diaz,” she replies as she flicks through the screens of his chart on her tablet. “And nothing in your prior history or other recent tests indicates that there’s anything physically wrong with you—you were healthy before you were shot and your recovery has progressed smoothly up to this point.”

She pauses and looks back at him. “Have you...spoken to a therapist? I noticed that your treating physician made a referral for counseling when you were originally discharged, but…”

Eddie clears his throat roughly. “Yeah, no, I, uh...with the PT schedule and everything else going on, I never followed up with that. But I’ve been fine. It never seemed necessary.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Diaz,” the doctor says, “you’re in the emergency room because of an acute stress response in which your brain tricked your body into believing you were in danger to such an extent that you thought you were dying. I’m not sure you’re as fine as you think.”

There’s probably some truth to that. Eddie can admit that much. But that doesn’t mean he needs—he’s been shot before. He’s been in a warzone. He didn’t need therapy to move forward from it then and he shouldn’t now. He can—he can handle this. He can make himself get over it.

He’s already spent months leaning heavily on everyone around him. The thought of not being okay, of asking for more help when he’s finally easing back into working, when things are finally getting back to normal, when they all have their own issues to focus on—

God, it makes him want to throw up.

So...no. He’s okay. Because not being okay isn’t an option.

He’s fine. The panic attack was...a fluke.

“I appreciate the advice,” Eddie says finally. “I’ll think about it.”

He can tell the doctor doesn’t believe him when her lips thin.

“You know, more likely than not, the panic attacks will keep happening if you do nothing,” she points out. “Ignoring this won’t make it go away.”

“I understand,” Eddie replies. “If that’s all, does that mean I can get out of here?”

The doctor sighs. “Sure.”

Eddie’s phone rings while he’s in an Uber on the way back to his truck. It’s Ana.

He swears under his breath as he sees the time—he hadn’t called anyone, hadn’t wanted the hospital to call anyone either, but that means he’s now late for a date that he doesn’t really want to keep after everything and further doesn’t leave him with any good excuses for his absence except the truth which...he doesn’t really want to admit.

Before the shooting, Carla told him to make sure he was following his heart. And he’s been too exhausted and focused on his recovery to really think too hard about that. But now—

For a moment, Eddie considers it. Telling Ana the truth. Showing her some of the dark, messy, ugly pieces of himself. Being vulnerable.

The very idea makes him recoil. Not because he thinks she would run away necessarily, but because he just...can’t.

He can’t. Not with her.

And if he’s that uncomfortable with the idea of letting in someone he’s been dating for over half a year, if he can’t imagine himself ever actually being comfortable with that...then what the hell is he doing?

He calls her back when he gets to his truck.

“Hey—I’m so sorry, I had a little emergency—yeah, everything’s fine now, but I’m not sure I’m up for going out. Can I meet you at your place? ...okay, great. See you soon.”

He may know even less about ending a relationship than he does about dating in general, but he figures he at least owes it to her to end things in person.

*

Eddie goes to work on Monday feeling fine. Great, even. He sleeps well the night before, he gets Christopher off to school on time, traffic is light enough that he gets to the station early—

Everything is fine. By all accounts it should be a good day.

At least, that’s what he thinks right up until all of them get different emergency alerts sent to their phones and they find out the city’s systems have been hacked. From that point forward, everything is chaos. Damage control. Twenty-car pile-ups because stoplights are being messed with, an outbreak of animals from the zoo when the electric locks on their enclosures released—

Eddie’s fine though. He’s fine. It’s nothing he can’t handle—in fact, he’s usually great with chaos. He’s focused and sure and capable. Nothing else matters but the work, certainly not himself. When he’s busy, he has no time to think about anything else.

The gradually worsening tension in his shoulders can be ignored. The way he has to clench his hands into fists to keep them from shaking in a way he hasn’t had to do since his earliest days in Afghanistan can be brushed off. He doesn’t have time to think about anything but the jobs in front of him, which means he doesn’t have time to think about his own state.

Brush it off, pick yourself up, keep moving forward. That’s what he knows, that’s what he can do.

Except, then they end up at the hospital and—

A medevac helicopter falls off the roof. Bobby nearly joins it. Buck and Eddie barely manage to get him back.

A cold sweat breaks out on Eddie’s brow as Bobby leans heavily against the wall next to the roof access door to catch his breath. His stomach roils. He doesn’t feel fully connected to his own body, caught somehow between present and past, a rooftop in Los Angeles and a desert in Afghanistan.

He breathes in. He tamps down on the rising panic.

Bobby is fine. The helicopter pilots and their patient are fine.

He’s fine. He’s fine.

“Are you okay?”

Eddie jumps at the question, his head whipping around to find the source. Buck’s brow furrows as he holds up his hands.

“Sorry,” Buck says quietly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Eddie swallows hard and shakes his head. “You’re fine, don’t worry about it.”

He glances toward the door. “You know, I think I’m going to head back down,” he says, hoping Buck won’t notice the fact that he hasn’t answered the original question. “I want to make sure the pilots are holding up alright.”

“I can come—” Buck starts to offer, only for Eddie to cut him off.

“Someone should stay with Bobby,” he replies. He forces a smile as Buck’s eyes search his face. “I’ll be fine.”

Buck glances at Bobby, then back to Eddie before he finally nods.

“Okay,” he says. “But here, take the radio. If anything happens—”

“I’ll let you know.”

Eddie makes it down one flight of stairs before he decides to take the elevator the rest of the way down. The numbers on the top of the doors tick down, down, down—

And then, abruptly, the elevator lurches to a halt, throwing Eddie off balance and into the wall as the lights go out, plunging him into total darkness.

His ears ring from the impact.

He’s trapped. Trapped in a metal box in the dark. A box that could easily become a coffin if the emergency stop failed and sent it careening down to crash at the bottom of the elevator shaft.

Eddie’s breathing speeds up against his will. His chest starts to hurt.

Not again, he thinks vaguely. Not here, not now, not again.

But. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. Some distant part of his mind recognizes that what he’s feeling isn’t real, that he just needs to calm down, but he can’t—

He’s going to die. He’s going to—

The radio crackles in his belt.

“Eddie? Eddie! Can you hear me?”

Eddie’s mind latches onto the sound of Buck’s voice like a lifeline in an ocean of distress. It takes him a moment to make his trembling hands work through their numbness, to remind his fingers how to work the buttons, but eventually, he lifts the radio to his mouth.

“I’m here,” he says. His voice shakes. “I’m in the elevator. It’s—I don’t know which floor. Or if I’m between floors. I don’t—”

He shudders. His eyes close, not that it really matters given how dark the space is already.

“It’s okay,” Buck replies. “It’s okay, Eddie, we’ll find you. We’ll get you out, don’t worry.”

“I don’t want to die here.” It slips out of him before he can pull it back. Buck takes a sharp breath on the other end of the line.

“That’s not going to happen,” Buck says firmly, although his own voice seems less steady than usual. “I would never let that happen. I’ve got your back, remember? Always.”

A shudder rips down Eddie’s spine and he slides against the wall to sit on the floor. The walls still feel too restricting, like they’re closing in on him more each moment that he looks away.

The radio crackles again.

“Eddie. What can I do? What do you need?” Buck asks.

I don’t know. I don’t—I can’t—

“Eddie.” The fear and desperation in Buck’s voice cuts through the fog in Eddie’s mind.

He never wants Buck to sound like that.

“Keep talking?” Eddie replies. “I—just keep talking to me. Please?”

Don’t go, is what he really means. Stay with me.

He’s never allowed himself to say those things though. Not during the early days of the pandemic when they were sharing a bed in Buck’s loft. Not after he moved back home with Christopher and the other side of his bed felt too empty for sleep to come easily. And certainly not after he started dating Ana.

During his recovery, he never had to ask Buck for anything really. Buck was always just...there. Even though he was with Taylor, he was still there with Eddie and with Christopher whenever Eddie needed him. Like he knew somehow. Or maybe as if he needed to be there as much as Eddie needed him there.

Eddie hasn’t looked too closely at any of that. He’s not ready to. It’s too much, too complicated, too—too—

Dangerous.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Eddie swallows hard as his head rests against the wall. As he allows the sound of Buck’s voice to wrap around him like armor. Like home. Insulating him against the panic and isolation.

“Anything,” he says quietly. “Just keep talking.”

And Buck does. He talks about everything and nothing, random facts and stories from his past that Eddie hasn’t heard before, he talks and talks and talks until his voice grows hoarse in Eddie’s ear and the pressure on Eddie’s lungs eases.

Eddie exhales shakily and takes a few deep breaths as he continues to listen, as his body shifts from hyper-awareness and panic to wrung out exhaustion. When Buck finally cuts off, it’s because there’s an ugly screech of metal as the elevator doors are pried open, as light filters back in.

Eddie’s legs are unsteady as he gets to his feet. He trips on the edge of the elevator door when he exits—

Buck catches him before he can fall. Because of course he does.

“Thank you,” Eddie breathes into Buck’s shoulder as he finds his balance.

Buck shakes his head. “I promised we’d get you out, didn’t I? Besides, I—I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“I decided—”

“I shouldn’t have let you,” Buck repeats, low but insistent. His eyes meet Eddie’s and Eddie swallows hard.

“You weren’t okay. Were you?” Buck asks. And Eddie—

He wants to lie. Part of him does at least.

But he can’t lie to Buck.

Not to Buck.

“No,” he confesses. It’s half a whisper. “No, I wasn’t.”

Buck bites his lip and nods once.

“Okay,” he says. “We’ll figure it out.”

And somehow, Eddie believes him.