#Everyone she knew or knew of her is gone aside from the adults that got her stuck in this mess in the first place!!!

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Hot Take but Cozy Glow and Starlight Glimmer should've switches places

Cozy should've been redeemed (SHES FIVE!!) while Starlight got to be one of the big bads along with Chrysalis and Tirek and got turned into a statue

Like the cult leader got redeemed but not the 5 year old??

I wouldn't be mad if they both got redeemed but since they chose the cult leader over the literal child im gonna be upset

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It's Like I Don't Know You Anymore - Max Verstappen (& Lewis Hamilton)

Words: 4,816 Summary: Y/N Rosberg, Nico Rosberg’s little sister, returns to the world of F1 after six years away. And she returns in the most unexpected garage. Warning(s)/Note(s): Takes place in 2022, Past Relationship with Lewis Hamilton that involves an age difference of about 11 years. Secret/Private Relationship(s), Smut in the Imola 2022 part

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Jeddah 2022

Lewis scoffs as he reads the trash article. It was anything but substantial and from a site that was more known for just recirculating already known things in their own words and for the occasional lie to stir up drama.

He had only seen it because he had alerts on his personal phone for her name and he couldn’t help but click on it seeing that it was popping up on an F1 related site. He expected it to be one of those top ten outfit things, he hadn’t expected utter garbage.

He’d know if she was returning to the paddock, he would’ve been told, especially during one of the first few weekends of the new season. The first season since he had won that he won’t have the number one on his car and his jaw clenched at the reminder that he was no longer the current world champion, that he had to stay longer, needed to stay longer. He wanted that eighth championship, and until he got it he was staying, needed to. And this year could be the year, would be the year.

“Have you seen this rubbish?” Lewis asks Toto when he steps out of his driver's room and into the garage. It’s filled with life as everyone gets ready for the first free practice session. Shouts being heard back and forth. The whirring of tools as mechanics make sure they’re all working and where they should be. “What rubbish?” His Austrian accent is thick as it wraps around the words. He glances around, looking for cameras, spotting none, he still lowers his voice. “Y/N,” the name is awkward off his tongue and it makes Toto flinch, no one had called her that, not unless it was for something important, like life or death. “Some blog reported that she’s in Red Bull’s garage.” He laughs. The taller man stills.

Toto after all these years still wasn’t sure what exactly had happened between Mouse and Lewis. He knew what had happened between Nico and Lewis, had tried to fix it, to patch it up, to stay neutral, but his preference for Lewis had been obvious to Nico and the brotherhood that had been so strong, had spanned so many years, ended quicker than it began as the season drew on and the tension got tighter.

And while he hadn’t managed to play middle man without one of them getting mad, shouting, screaming, storming away like a toddler. Mouse had. She had easily gone between the two men as they both threw fits. He still wasn’t sure how the girl had done it, barely an adult, but dealing with two grown men, but she had and handled it like a champ. Toto had never been allowed to hold Nico’s trophy like Lewis had allowed him to when he had won before, but he knew and had seen how Nico let her hold. As if it was not just his but hers as well.

Toto had expected when the 2017 season started even with Nico, leaving, retiring, for her to come anyways. Had set aside passes for her, made sure that she was in the system to be allowed in despite knowing that she would show up with Lewis, because that’s how it had always been. If she wasn’t showing up with her brother, she was showing up with Lewis. But she was a no show and when he tried to reach out, he was blocked.

She went full no contact with everyone in the racing world and at first Toto had thought that maybe something serious had happened, but she was still posting on her blog, though there was a distinct lack of F1, she just wasn’t talking to him. He could still remember the swell of anger that came over and then the shame that had quickly followed. How he had gone to Lewis to ask if she was alright, if she was mad at him, mad at Mercedes, only for Lewis to flinch, to shake his head. Telling him that he hadn’t heard from her or seen since the day after Nico won his championship. He could still feel the bitterness that rolled off of Lewis’ tongue as he said that none of the Rosberg’s were talking to him.

“It’s not rubbish.” Toto manages to say after a moment, trying to push back the memories, the grief of no longer getting to see Mouse grow up, because god she had just turned twenty-six and the last time he had seen her, she was twenty, still a child in many ways. “She is at Red Bull’s garage.” “What?” “She showed up after all the drivers did, waited I think, and made her appearance. Went straight to Red Bull. She had passes.” “She’s never liked Red Bull.” “You’ve never liked Red Bull.” Toto corrects.

It was a thing that had frustrated much of the Mercedes team, how despite himself, Nico, and Lewis despising Red Bull, she still liked them, would pop into their garage, chat with their drivers, mechanics, engineers, and such. Toto nearly had an aneurysm the first time he saw her and Horner talking.

“Doesn’t make sense.” “No it doesn’t.”

—

“Red Bull, huh? Naughty, naughty girl.” He clicks his tongue. She rolls her eyes, “You already knew that I was going there.” He laughs, “Doesn’t mean I can’t tease you about it.” “Was there a reason you called, Nico?” “What? I can’t check in on my sister?” She rolls her eyes again, but grins. “I just wanted to make sure that nothing happened.” “Lewis didn’t try to talk to me or at least not that I know of.” It was easy to read between the lines with Nico. “I stayed at Red Bull, in their garage, no one but Red Bull personnel came close to me.” “And you still want to do this?” “Yes.” Her voice is soft and she sits on the hotel bed, crossing her ankles. “I’ve missed it, the sport, the paddock, it’s nice to be back.” “And Mercedes?” “I have no interest in talking to anyone at Mercedes, past or present. They don’t matter, not anymore.” “Mouse. You will be careful, yes? I’m not there anymore.” “Careful as can be.”

Australia 2022

He expects her to be at the next race in Australia and he doesn’t know why. It had been one of the races she was always willing to miss as she hated flying there. Not feeling it was worth it.

So he pretends not to be disappointed when no photos of her arriving popping up, not even whispers of rumors of her sneaking in which he wouldn’t believe in the first place. The idea of her sneaking into a race made him scoff. It wasn’t her, that wasn’t how she operated. He knew her, knew she liked the attention of arriving at the races just like he did. He also pretends that it doesn’t hurt to think about how they used to show up together to races.

Imola 2022

“You’re going to win.” She soothes, rubbing his shoulders and he can’t help but let them drop, let her loosen the tension in them. “I retired from the last race.” “And that was the last race.” He wants to deny it, there’s still that feeling that settles at the bottom of his stomach when he doesn’t win, when he isn’t on the podium, in the points. But it’s lessened as he’s been with her. “And tell me, Schat.” He grabs at her hand, gently pulling her until she’s in front of him, standing between his legs. “Will I just win the GP or also the sprint?” She smiles and he can feel his heartbeat quicken. “Both.” She tells him, resting her hands on his face and letting their lips brush together. “You’ll win both, Max.”

He wins the sprint and then the GP and he’s thankful that she isn’t out with the rest of the team when he’s on the podium, that she stayed in his drivers room, waiting for him. Because he knows that if she had, he would’ve ruined their plans of staying private, secret. He would have kissed her, told her that she did it, she told him he was going to win, so he did. He won both of them for her.

Max does tell her that. He tells her that in between champagne flavored kisses, along with thanks and murmurs of his love against her skin as she sighs and tugs at his nomex.

“I could win every race this season with you supporting me, Schat.” His breathing is heavy, he’s in between her thighs, racesuit and nomex just tugged down enough for his dick to be free, ass exposed. She hadn’t protested, but moaned when he ripped through her tights that she was wearing underneath her skirt, and moaned again when he moved her underwear to the side. Rubbing at her clit to get her wet as he quickly prepped her before sinking into her. He repeats it as he thrusts inside her, high on not the two wins, but on her, on her support, her belief. “You're my lucky charm.” She freezes around him, her moans tapering off and he curses as he realizes what he said. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs, lips against her forehead. “I did not mean.” “I know.” She sounds sure, truthful, but her legs that had been tight around him, heels digging into him, have loosened.

“If I don’t win a race that is my fault or the teams. It is not yours.” He tells her. She nods but doesn’t look at him. “Schat.” He holds her chin between two fingers, holding eye contact with her. “You are my lucky charm. Not because I think I will win races because of you and your support. Because you make even the races I don’t win feel okay, like I haven’t failed.” “You haven’t failed.” She immediately says frowning and her legs are tightening back up around him. “You can’t win every race no matter how good luck it looks on you.” He flushes at her words. “I know you are different from him. You have shown that already.” She struggles with the next words. “I just don’t think I can handle being called a lucky charm yet.” “Then I won’t.” He tells her. She blinks at him, at how easy he said, at simple he’s making it. “But you said.” “Yes.” He shrugs, shifting his weight and they both hiss at how his body moves from it, both having forgotten that he was still inside her. But he pushes his building arousal away. “But I won’t say it any more. Not if it makes you uncomfortable.” She stares at him for a few seconds before smiling. “Ik houd van je Max.” He smiles back at her, kissing her. “Ik houd van je, Schat.”

He goes to pull out, unable to ignore the arousal building in him anymore, but not wanting her to feel like they need to have sex, but her heels are pressing into him, thighs tightening around him.

“Fuck me, Max.” He says her name, quiet and with wide eyes. She moves her hips and he follows them with a snap of his own. “You won two races.” She murmurs, breathing tickling his lips before she’s placing her lips on his jaw, moving them down to his neck. “Fuck me, Max. I want you to. Want to celebrate with you like this.”

She’s sucking a mark into his skin and he’s choking down a groan. “Just us two, our own quick celebration before you have to go with your team. Before I’m left all alone in our hotel room.” He starts to thrust again, pressing his lips against hers before she can say anything else, before he really leaves any earlier than he was already planning to at the dinner celebration the team was holding.

As he continues to thrust into her, his lips stay against hers, muffling both of their sounds, but as he feels his balls tightening, he breaks them apart, pressing her face into his neck, encouraging her to bite at him as his other hand goes between their bodies, to her clit.

The bite of hers against his collarbone when she clenches around him, cumming, has him hissing. He stills his hips as she comes down from her orgasm, still rubbing at her clit, but more gently.

“Where do you want it?” He asks, when she bats his hand away from her and presses for him to continue to rock into her body. His orgasm is quickly approaching and really he should be pulling out, just finish in his own hand in case he finishes inside her before she says it's okay. But she’s tight and warm and feels too good. “Do you want it in your mouth? Want me to pull out? Finish in my hand, feed it to you?” She moans at his words, at the thing they’ve done once before. “Or do you want me to leave you something? Cum inside you and have you feel it drip out, go back to the hotel with just your underwear stopping it from dripping down your leg and ruining your tights.” “Inside Max. Please, inside me.” He groans at her words, hips speeding up. He only manages a few solid thrusts before he’s shuddering, pressing as close as he can as cums inside her, muffling a moan against her shoulder.

His hips twitch a little in the aftershocks of his orgasm as he pants against her shoulder.

“You’re going to kill me.” “With what?” She laughs. “Orgasms?” “With your dirty little mind.” He tells her, slowly pulling out, rubbing at her thighs as he does. She laughs again and he smiles at how her whole face lights up.

Miami 2023

It’s Miami. It’s extravagant. It's the first race at the new circuit. It’s her.

She’s dressed in a soft color, bringing out her eyes. She’s wearing the bracelet he gave her when she turned fourteen, the ring her father gave her that once belonged to her grandmother. She’s not wearing the necklace he gave her when she turned eighteen. It’s back in Monaco, still sitting on the nightstand of what’s still her side of the bed.

She has new bracelets, rings, and a new necklace. The necklace makes his jaw clench, fists tighten. He had never thought to consider that maybe she’d be with someone else after all these years. He hadn’t, not for anything more than one night.

Lewis stares at the clasp of her necklace. Wonders if it’s worth anywhere near what he gave her. Wonders who gave it to her. Some boy with a trust fund? Some guy that managed to make it to the top not because of hard work but because of connections?

He doesn’t know and it burns alongside the anger. He used to know nearly everything about her and he still knows her, he just doesn’t know the new things and that hurts worse than not knowing her at all anymore.

He watches as Geri fixes the necklace for her and wonders when exactly she got so close to Horner’s wife. “Where exactly did you get this darling?” She glows at the name, “From a jeweler that Nico loves. I can never remember the name.” The burning inside him vanishes at his name. Something had changed, he knew something new about her. Necklaces were no longer just things she wore from significant others.

Spain 2022

He cocks an eyebrow as George comes up to him nervously, messing with his hands. “You alright?” “Yeah, I just heard a weird rumor.” His eyes dart away and George hates that Toto is making him do this but doesn’t want to think about why, can feel the headache from just imagining thinking about the why. “What did you hear?” “Apparently, Y/N Rosberg,” Lewis stills at her name and curiosity clutches at George before he pushes down and away. “got snuck into the Red Bull garage.” The older man immediately scoffs. “Yeah, right. She likes arriving at the races.” He raises his hands, “that’s just what I heard.” “Well, it’s wrong. A shit rumor. Anyone who knows Mouse,” the nickname leaves his mouth before he can think, can stop it, “knows that she loves arriving on a race weekend, all the cameras, getting to show off whatever outfit she put together.” “Just what I heard, mate.” George repeats, before quickly retreating, cursing Toto out underneath his breath as soon as he rounds the corner and is far away from Lewis.

Monaco 2022

She’s not at Monaco. She’s not at Monaco. The words are on repeat in his head. He doesn’t understand it. She lived here or maybe had lived here. Monaco was small, it was hard to imagine that he had never run into her since the end of 2016 but then again he managed to dodge him. So it was possible.

He just didn’t like the idea of it. That if she still lived here that she had made sure to dodge him, to make sure they never ran into each other.

Austria 2022

She doesn’t show up at Baku, her favorite circuit, Montreal, or Silverstone, but she’s here at Austria. He can’t make sense of why she’s showing up at the races she is. Can’t make sense of why it’s only Red Bull’s garage that she visits.

It’s driving him insane trying to make sense of it. Just like he can’t make sense of another rumor that she sneaked into watch the race in Baku. This one hadn’t been quiet though from George. It had made its run on twitter and instagram, though most fans of hers just like him, knew that they were false. Her blog was still full of talking about how much she loved showing up at race weekends, feeling the energy, interacting with fans, even if they were years old. It was telling that she never deleted them. And he knew that she’d never sneak into a race.

July 2015

“Lew?” Her voice is quiet, barely a whisper, as if she’s afraid he fell asleep. He makes a humming noise, keeping his eyes closed but pressing his fingers a bit more into her back as they dance along her spine. “When do you stop?” He frowns at the vague question, eyes blinking open. “Stop what?” “When did you stop seeing me as Nico’s sister? As a kid?” His fingers pause as he thinks about her questions, wonders if he really wants to tell her, really wants her to know. He takes a deep breath, in and out of the nose before letting his fingers continue to dance. “As Nico’s sister? Probably around 2011 and Nico wasn’t hiding you away from everyone as much. I still see you a bit as his sister, don’t know if that will ever change.” She nods, “and as a kid?” “December 2013.” He’s just happy that he doesn’t remember the day. “Nicole and I joined Nico, Viv and you on that yacht.” She makes a humming noise, curling closer to him. “Nicole noticed actually.” And he has to chuckle remembering his then girlfriend's reaction. “She hadn’t seen you for a few months and had never seen you like that. Told me that I’d have to help Nico out with keeping guys like us away from you.” She huffs out a laugh, but doesn’t say anything, sensing that he’s not done. “She said that and I looked and suddenly you weren’t five years old content only in Nico’s arms, or ten crying because Keke and Nico were leaving without you again. You had grown and you were fucking gorgeous.” She stares at him, unsure of what to make of what he just told her. Not sure how she felt that it was Nicole that had made him realize that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. “You know,” she starts. “I had boobs way before I was seventeen.” Lewis sputters out a laugh and she laughs as well. “Well, I wasn’t looking.” She shakes her head, before tucking it into the crook of his neck. “No, just waited until I was a month away from being legal.” “Yeah and I waited longer to do anything about it.” “Not that much longer.” She mumbles, grinning against his skin when he pinches at her.

Spa 2022 They're making a statement, not one that says much, her prior years coming to so many races and being friendly with drivers preventing that, but it’s still a statement.

It’s the second race since she’s returned instead of arriving before all the drivers or after when making an appearance in front of the cameras that she arrives when they are. More importantly she’s arrived with Max. She’s not on his arm or holding his hand, there’s a well kept distance between them. One that reads friendly, close, but not intimate. She wasn’t quite ready to go public with him, but she was willing to make it known that she and Max were friendly with each other.

“It’s nice having you here.” She smiles at Sophie, taking her eyes briefly off the little boy in her arms. “It’s nice being here.” The couch sinks next to her and she leans into Max as he wraps an arm around her shoulder, dropping a kiss to her temple. “Looks good on you.” He murmurs, smiling at his nephew in her arms. “A baby? Or a baby that looks identical to you?” “Well I’d much prefer one that looks like both of us.” She sends him a look, but can’t not smile at his words. “Sap.” “Just for you.”

Two days later she sits in a garage for the first time in years during a race and she remembers how much she loved it. There was nothing better than watching a race from the garage.

She watches as Max manages to recover from his grid penalty, making his way through the field and winning the race and she cheers with the rest of the garage, hugs everyone she can reach. As everyone runs out to greet Max, to watch as he celebrates his win, she stays.

Max didn’t have any impulse control when high on adrenaline, she knew exactly what would happen if she went out there with him, so she went back to his driver's room and waits for him.

Dutch 2023

“Mouse!” Lewis calls and he watches as she stills while Horner stiffens at the name. It makes him itch. Horner and the rest of Red Bull had always been the odd ones out, never calling her Mouse, but rather her name or girly, the last she took a shining to.

He could still remember the first time they had heard Horner call her that. He had been ready to punch him, but she had beamed at the team principal, jumping up to give him a hug and asking him about his wife.

“Lewis.” Her voice is cool and he nearly flinches at her calling him Lewis. He had never been Lewis to her, always Lew. “How have you been? It’s been awhile.” Nearly six years, he thinks but doesn’t say. “Good. So has Nico.” He flinches at his name. “Good.” His voice is quiet. “That’s good.”

Horner wraps an arm around her shoulders, “Let’s go. We’re going to be late.” She nods and doesn’t even glance at him as she and Horner walk away, leaving him looking after her with despair and grief threatening to swallow him whole.

Japan 2022

He watches as she looks at Max with tears in her eyes as the Red Bull crew cheer as Max gives his post race interview, smiling as he thanks the fans, smiling because he won his second championship.

As soon as the interview is done, he’s launching himself back into the arms of the Red Bull crew, they all easily take his weight, patting him on the back, cheering for him. And then he watches when as soon as they release him, Max sees her. His eyes going wide with surprise at seeing her.

Lewis watches as she leans as far over the barrier as she can, wrapping her arms around his neck as his go around her waist to hold her. He watches but nothing prepares him for what happens next, the pain that strikes his heart. Because suddenly she’s kissing him, tears running down her face and Max is kissing her back like he’s done it a hundred times.

He doesn’t hear it or see it, but one of Red Bull’s cameras does and it makes it into their video to celebrate Max winning his second championship. Her saying that she’s so proud of him, never been prouder, and that she loves him and the easy way Max says it back, no hesitation.

It’s that, not her kissing Max in front of seemingly the whole world, that makes him realize that the future he had imagined, the image of her that was still the nineteen year old girl he fell in love with, is gone and has been since the night that Nico won his championship and when she came to comfort him, he only had harsh and degrading words for her.

They never could have been together again after his accusations of her feeding Nico information, blaming her for his lack of winning because she wasn’t supportive enough, his accusation of the lucky charm she was supposed to be was nothing but bad luck just like she was and always had been.

He had deluded himself into thinking that they still would end up together, that her being the love of his life, meant that he was also hers. He’s deluded himself for almost six years and now it’s not just heartbreak that fills him but shame and guilt. Because how could he have ever thought she’d want to be with him again when he never even tried to offer her an apology or to tell anyone about her.

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[half-oz-eddie]

Billy couldn't be discharged from the hospital unless he had somewhere to stay and someone to care for him.

He could hardly move on his own, needed medication and was haunted by nightmares. Simply put, he couldn't do this on his own even if tried.

The Byers moved to California, he learned, wishing he could have gone with them.

Joyce said he was more than welcome to join them when he didn't require as much medical care. Traveling in his condition was dangerous anyway.

Steve's parents ranted and raved about how incompetent Steve was and he wasn't capable of being a full-time nurse for anyone when he could hardly take care of himself. Steve just believed it was an excuse for them to say no. While Billy was in the hospital recovering, Steve was constantly by his side. The rumors spread, and everyone knew there was something between them, but Steve didn't care. He loved Billy and promised he'd check on him everyday, no matter where he was.

Mike offered up his basement, and Billy told him he would rather get flayed again than stay in his house. He'd never explain why, though.

The obvious option would be for Billy to go home, but Neil didn't want to be bothered. He called Billy a "burden" and told him to check himself into an adult care home. As much as Max hated it, she had no say in the matter.

That left Mrs. Henderson, who, upon learning Billy had nowhere else to go, offered him the spare bedroom in their house. She was recently laid off, and took a job from home stuffing envelopes.

Billy received a generous amount of hush money from the government, and was willing to pay for the room.

The first night was a little awkward. Billy had never spoken to Mrs. Henderson before, and he hadn't spoken to Dustin very much, aside from some small talk when he visited him at the hospital.

He was in too much pain to sit upright at the dinner table, so Claudia propped him up on his bed and convinced dustin to join her in keeping Billy company.

They ate together and watched Shadowlands, which Dustin and Billy found dreadfully boring.

As Claudia had her back to them, Dustin turned to Billy, mouthing about how boring the movie was.

They tried to hide their laughter, pretending to enjoy the movie when Claudia turned back to look at them.

"Wanna see something cool?" Dustin whispered.

Billy nodded. He doubted anything Dustin would show him would be cool, but he was wrong.

Dustin was working on some figurines for D&D and Billy thought they looked pretty badass.

Claudia turned to them again, smiling. "So I was watching the movie all by myself, hm?" "Sorry, mom. I thought Billy would want to see some of the stuff I was working on and—"

"It's alright, Dusty. You boys have fun playing with your toys, I'll clean the dishes."

"They're not toys mom, they're..." Dustin sighed. "She doesn't get it."

"At least she's here."

Dustin nodded. "Yeah, she's a great mom! Hey, d'you like comic books?"

"Max used to leave them lying around and I'd look at them. They're okay, I guess."

"Wait here—I mean...sorry. I forgot you...couldn't move." Dustin winced.

Billy sighed, brushing off Dustin's awkward comment. "Bring me a drink while you're up."

"You got it!"

Billy watched Dustin run out of the room, then glanced down at Dustin's figurines.

"Steve will get a kick out of knowing his best friend likes me."

[ch1meraa]

Very much a work in progress, but really happy with how this turned out. It was inspired by an rp I’m doing with a friend. Lena made Victor angry, he’s only just out of surgery after donating parts to save his Cybertronian partner’s life.

While he’s not one for lowering himself to hurt anyone weaker than himself, he still absolutely totalled his computer and some equipment in his lab. Here’s the rp excerpt below;

Enjoy~

Vic (C) me.

———

Lena looked washed out, and stressed as she stormed down to the med-bay, her heels echoing after like the frantic beating of a stricken bird’s wings. With her pen clutched in her fist, her jaw clenched, she felt her anger rising and she tried to imagine what was going to happen before it did. Victor would be lucky if he made it through the next half hour without getting a slap or *worse*.

When Lena got to the med-bay, she stormed the doors with the ferocity of a wild-cat, and her gaze fell immediately upon the ridiculous sight before her. Sky’s unmoving body exactly where it had lain for probably 10 days or so by now. Victor however, was nowhere to be seen. He’d been here, though. Lena closed in on the berth, like a wasp circling food. She saw the IV bags, various pain medications on the table nearby. Had he gone back to the lab? He better had. Lena scoffed to herself at the thought of him limping around in his half-dead state and it took the edge off of her frustration at not getting to yell at him while he was still in bed.

Lena didn’t hang around. She headed straight for the lab, convinced that he’d be there.

—-

Victor was not at the lab. He knew that’s where Lena would find him, and he knew that she’d find out what he’d done, sooner or later. As soon as he felt able enough, he’d gone to his room. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as terrible as he’d expected, perhaps it was the intrinsic healing factor in his blood, or was it something else? He’d noticed that he felt unusual since he’d woken up, a strange mix of nervousness and nausea that came in waves. The pain wasn’t terrible, either. Vic wanted some proper rest and to avoid everyone for a while, he just didn’t want to be fussed and he didn’t feel like talking. He just wanted to get showered and shaved and feel less like the greasy mess he was. Every now and then, he’d move too quickly and feel a weird twinge deep in his chest, or feel his heart pound for seemingly no reason. It wasn’t scary, but it did make him feel anxious. A nice shave seemed to take the edge off, but it didn’t quieten the noise in his head. He tried not to think about Sky, because it was starting to really get to him. The weight of failure was crushing. What if the surgery had just made her condition worse? What if she died? His hands were shaking, and he swore as the razor slipped, a thin streak of purple blood just under his jaw. The pain was sweet, though. It instantly took his mind off of Sky.

Feeling better now that he was clean, Vic went to roll a smoke and get a coffee. He heard his phone ping several times, heard it buzz as he ignored the calls. Fuck Lena. He would deal with her when he felt like it. As time was wearing on, and he was losing the will to live, he was starting to become increasingly despondent. He didn’t care about his job anymore. What was the point of living if only to be used, abused and always chasing forgiveness? He hadn’t seen the Terrans, or Alex, in months. Marc and May’s jobs seemed as precarious as Vic’s life was here, at any moment the rug might be pulled from under them all. He wondered, did they too begrudge him? Was he a burden on them, like he was on everyone else who got close to him? He contemplated it all in absolute silence. Whilst he smoked, he found himself hunting down old pictures of himself. He only had a few. Some pics of him as a kid, and as a young adult. He wore a smile in every photo. There were none of him as an adult, aside from a single military photo - but he blended in, along with other men whose faces all wore the same hard expression. Many of them were dead now. Some of them had been his close friends. He hated how wasted his best years had been, despite his intellect and potential. He really hadn’t done anything he’d wanted to do, except play the part because it was expected of him. He did it more to hide the fact he was afraid. How could he be the hero he’d always wanted to be seen as, if he was always scared? He always felt out of his depth in the military, like a bird swept out to sea. He was just along for the ride.

He threw the photos down like unwanted post, like they didn’t matter. He wasn’t that man anymore. He knew he’d have to head to the lab soon, so he grabbed his phone, seeing a barrage of texts from Marc and May. He sent a text to their chat group, to let them know he was on his way.

> Vic. Lena’s here and she’s waiting for you. We can’t get rid of her. Are you alright???

> I’m fine. Needed some space. I’m on my way now.

—-

He was barely a day out of cardiac surgery and he was already having to prepare for battle. Grabbing his phone, keys and his baccy tin, he headed down to the lab, yawning and definitely in no rush. He was so bored of the control device project. He was tired of repeatedly asking for specimens, and Lena’s demand for him to pick up the pace. Truth be told, he had *no* intention of delivering on his promise. He’d make the device, but he wasn’t going to make it work like she wanted. Then there was Shockwave hanging around, his intentions were completely unclear. And Megatron still wanted to see him. As much as it pained him to imagine how *that* was going to go, he was curious as to what he’d learn. Or did Megatron simply want revenge?

Vic had been miles away in his mind, and he walked into the lab having almost forgotten the chaos that awaited him. Almost as soon as he stepped around the door, Lena flew over to him, having to crane her neck up at him as he shot an equally scathing glance down at her.

“Been hiding have you, Meridian!? Figures. You know *exactly* how badly you’ve fucked up. Show me what you’ve done. I need to make a note of the damage.”

Victor had walked right past her, beelining for his desk in the hopes she’d just leave him alone if he made himself look busy. He felt her grab his flesh arm, nails digging in as she tried to stop him. She was disgusted at herself for having to even touch him, but the shock of it had the desired effect. She looked at the stapled up wound, callously photographing it with her phone without his permission and as quickly as possible. She looked absolutely furious. Her usually perfectly sleek, scooped back hairstyle now looked so full of static, it was as though someone had plugged her in to the national grid. She stared up at Victor like a sparrowhawk about to pounce on prey. Her lips quivered from the anticipation of scolding him, and she tried not to run over herself with her own words, as the venom that ensued with them was overwhelming. Marc and May watched from nearby, powerlessly.

“Nothing to say, Victor? No sarcastic little quip? no smarmy anecdotes today, then?”

Victor remained calm, sitting at his computer as he pulled up the files. He simply didn’t have the energy to fight today. He took the barrage of insults and provocation, and felt her lean close, her words and the stale alcoholic fume of her breath making him move as far from her as he could.

“I can’t wait to see the Quintessons pull your disgusting corpse out of that armour, like a cooked snail. You know they’ll be angry, Victor, at what you’ve done. Imagine trying to save your loved one and simultaneously condemning her. Hah! Only a man like you could pull that off. Stop trying to play hero, it just doesn’t suit you - You hurt everyone who cares about you, and you don’t even notice, do you? You don’t even care-“

That was it. That was all Vic could take. In a very rare show of sudden and extreme rage, Vic got up, launched the chair across the lab, taking out several lights from the vixen e he’d thrown it with. He then proceeded to utterly obliterate his computer and keyboard, with his fists and claws. Lena moved back so quickly that she tripped over and scrambled back as fast as she could, to get away from him. The whole thing was over in seconds, but the speed, strength and ferocity of his outburst was terrifying. He’d ripped out the top portion of his stitches, and a violet streak of warm blood began to run down his abdomen. His expression was hard, jaw set and clenched. He was panting through gritted teeth and said absolutely nothing, but the sound of his voice huskily growling in his throat was animal, tiger-like. Lena looked horrified. She actually looked *scared*. There was blood dripping off his clenched fists.

Lena shakily got to her feet after just staring up at him for a few moments, and she too had no more words. He looked like a cornered wild animal, completely tense, veins standing up and his tail was lashing and flicking behind him. It was so terrifying to see him like that that even Marc was wary and he stood in front of May protectively, as a precaution. They watched Lena trying to salvage her composure, watching the tense stare down as Lena backed down, and swiftly left. The door to the lab slammed as she left, pride chipped. Shockwave watched silently from the other side of the lab, Marc cautiously approached. The last time he’d seen Vic look that wild, people had died. He could see the adrenaline wearing off though, as Vic began to sag forwards, feeling the pain now. Marc grabbed a first aid kit and went to him, trying to hide his fear.

“….It’s ok, Vic. She’d gone now. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Vic calmed down quickly, following tentatively where Marc lead. When he saw May’s expression, he felt terrible for her.

“May, sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

[moonstrider9904]

Brown Eyes

Chapter 5 of Moonwalker: The Flame

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Summary: Now that the race at Safa Toma is done and everyone's safe, Sarah and Tech catch some time alone together.

Tags/Warnings: Explicit, SMUT 18+ adults only. Unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, fingering.

Word count: 4.3k

Songs: Body Gold by Oh Wonder

After taking in Tech’s triumph, the squad was joined by Cid, who made her best attempts at lightening the mood now that it appeared Sarah wouldn’t be taken by Millegi after all.

No thanks to Cid, of course. Sarah still avoided eye contact with her as much as possible.

They had really gone from having Cid give Sarah the authority to call the shots during the mission, to Cid striking a standard wage with Millegi, to Cid offering Sarah as collateral to save her own skin—behind Sarah’s back. In the corners of her mind, Sarah thought of Hunter, who always had some sort of wariness around Cid. Maybe Hunter wasn’t wrong about everything.

But when Sarah and the others made it to the empty dive bar where Millegi and his crew were waiting, Sarah decided she could put that aside for now if only to set the matter straight and finally be on her way out of there.

Millegi got up from his chair and spread his arms, seemingly welcoming the winning team, though behind him, his crew wasn’t as happy. One gesture of his hands took care of the matter, and the henchmen stood down, even in spite of how disgusted they seemed with the entire team, particularly with Tech. Still, if anyone understood business, it was Millegi, and though he and his gang were reckless, he wasn’t a cheater.

“A deal’s a deal,” Millegi finally said and extended a hand forward to Tech. “That was some impressive racing out there.”

Tech hesitated for a fraction of a second, but he reciprocated the handshake. “It was all strategy.”

“Motivation, too, no doubt,” Millegi said as he let go of Tech’s hand and glanced over at Sarah. “You would have made a fine addition to our team.”

Sarah did her best to hide her disgust, but she still understood the importance of not messing anything up even at the very end of the ordeal. Offending Millegi now wouldn’t help anyone.

“Oh well,” Sarah said. “I guess I’ll remain with my team.”

Cid was the first one to leave the room, followed by Wrecker and Omega. Tech remained next to Sarah as she gave one final nod at Millegi and began to turn away, but the pair hadn’t given three steps forward when Millegi called at them again.

“I wouldn’t have betrayed you like that, Adhara,” he said.

Sarah stopped in her tracks. Tech glanced over at her, his eyes filled with concern, silently trying to convince her not to engage. Sarah, however, decided that was a remark she wanted to hear developed further, and she turned around and stared at Millegi with a stern gaze.

“And neither would Hondo, for that matter,” Millegi continued. “You should probably reconsider your place in all this. All of you.”

“My place is with my family,” Sarah stated.

Millegi smirked discreetly. “Indeed. Then I suggest you and your family watch your backs. With Cid, it never goes both ways. But I’m sure you realize that by now.”

A sudden twinge of fear pierced into Sarah’s chest, rendering her unable to accept the words Millegi had said. If the facts were all that mattered, she could focus on the fact that she would be returning safely to Ord Mantell, not ending up in Milleg’s crew due to a bet gone wrong. But Sarah also knew that in that world, warnings weren’t to be ignored. A warning was a favor, not a threat.

Sarah remained quiet and nodded at Millegi one more time, and finally, she and Tech left the dive bar and silently walked the corridors of the racing dome, the silence between them tense and eerie even as the crowds in the upper levels of the racing dome were going wild with another race.

“We are set to leave in a couple of hours,” Tech finally broke the silence, his tone cautious. “Perhaps… you would like to grab some sustenance in that time?”

Though Millegi’s warning still weighed in Sarah’s mind, she found it in herself to chuckle at Tech—his beautifully brilliant mind always sending words to his mouth, prompting him to speak even when no one else would… the warmth returned to her marks, flushing over to her cheeks and making the roundness of her face take on a shade of scarlet at the mere fact of being in his presence. It was no surprise to her anymore, though. Those days, the only one capable of washing away any other feelings to substitute them with his own essence was Tech.

“If by sustenance, you mean fried street food, then yes,” Sarah smiled. “Yes, I do believe I could use some of that.”

“The cheesier the better, as Wrecker put it earlier,” Tech added.

“He’s a genius, you know?” Sarah chuckled.

“Yes, in his own way, I will admit it,” Tech replied.

Sarah directed a small smile at him and turned around, walking forward, but Tech remained with his feet glued to the ground, watching Sarah as she paced. Her hair, cut to the length of her shoulders, bounced with every step that she took. Her clothes magnificently embraced her silhouette, enhancing the inwards curve of her spine and how it changed its direction outwards into a pronounced curve on her backside, and when his gaze slid over to her gloved hands, he pictured what it would be like to remove them and expose her skin, feeling her touch him in all the ways she knew… he could only bask in the possibility.

“Sarah,” Tech called out.

She came to a halt and turned around, her eyebrows raising as she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. Without questioning, she paced back towards him and stopped barely inches apart from him, and she looked up to him with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Before you say anything,” Sarah spoke softly. “Thank you… for being so reckless.”

Tech chuckled softly at her remark.

“Reckless enough to save me,” her voice fell into a whisper, and her colorful irises faltered in their gaze, falling from Tech’s brown eyes to his plump lips.

He took notice and, figuring it was as good a time as any while finding themselves in a deserted corridor, his hands went up to Sarah’s waist and found their rest there, his grip steady as she inched her body closer to his. The space between them was sealed, and with a swift movement, Sarah’s arms snaked up around Tech’s upper back. Their lips crashed onto each other, and like a chemical reaction releasing heat, they wasted no time to raise the passion between them. Tech’s arms enveloped the circumference of Sarah’s waist and clutched her, pressing her silhouette to his in an attempt to bring her impossibly closer, and the long wait to be in each other’s arms finally paid off.

The countless moments of flirting, the witty remarks and lingering stares that had evolved into nights of comfort and time spent in silence, their presence complementing one another, piqued in the plenitude of that kiss, bursting all the tension and raw desire that had built up between them for over a year.

The pair stumbled through the corridor until at last they found it within themselves to separate for enough seconds to find a place that was even more private. Meals, leaving Safa Toma—all of it could wait. With their fingers interlaced, Tech and Sarah ran down the corridor and peeked into each door they could find, until at last, with his best instincts, Tech came across the door to an empty cellar. He helped Sarah and, and no sooner did the door close and lock behind them than they were on each other again, kissing hungrily with their hands roaming over the other’s body, clutching and pulling and squeezing, rendering their breaths fast and desperate.

The cellar wasn’t fully dark, but rather, there was a dim light that was just enough for them to see the gleam of each other’s eyes. Tech found his place on top of a large crate, removing his gloves and taking a seat while bringing Sarah up with him, with her legs pressed together and draped down the side. Their kiss didn’t break until Sarah’s hands traveled down to Tech’s chest and she pulled back, panting, gazing at him. Slowly, and almost shyly, Sarah took her hands upwards, letting her fingertips softly graze the sides of Tech’s face until they found the band of his goggles.

Sarah hadn’t been able to get the image of his bare brown eyes ever since he showed her the sight of them before the race, and she knew that, even in the dim light, she had to see them again. She needed Tech to be naked in front of her in more than one way, and now that she’d gotten a glimpse of the unfiltered glow of his gorgeous brown eyes, she needed all of it, plainly, excessively, until she was no less than drunk on it. And so, Sarah clutched the band of Tech’s goggles and slowly tugged until they slipped off his head and she could behold his image, sighing at his beauty.

With a wanton whimper, Sarah quickly shifted her body so that she was now straddling Tech, and the new position allowed her to feel him hardening even through his codpiece. One of her arms draped down Tech’s waist while the other one circled the outside of his shoulder, letting her fingers play with his hair while she kissed him. Her hips began to grind softly on his codpiece, letting drops of her own wetness bleed through, and the sweet friction drew a whimper from her. The sound sent Tech reeling, and he let out a soft moan of his own, his voice drenched with desire as his hands traveled down to clutch Sarah’s ass with a generous squeeze. She continued grinding her crotch against him, and it was clear to Tech how much she wanted more, and with one hand still securing her plump backside, he took his other hand and circled it around Sarah’s hip flexor, making its way to her front side. His expert fingers found the rim of her pants, and with a silk touch, they slipped underneath the fabric, tracing their way dangerously down to the heat pooling between her legs.

Sarah spread her legs even farther apart, and at last, she felt Tech’s fingertip brushing up against her sensitive, drenched clit. With a hungry whimper, Sarah let her head fall back in instant pleasure and sent her hips bucking against Tech’s touch as she ached for more of the delicious sensation. Her mind spiraled at Tech’s choice of touch—applying pressure while letting a single fingertip rub quick and precise circles over the nerve-packed bud—perfect for slowly and torturously building a fire that would have the most shattering release. As the seconds wore on and turned into minutes submitted to Tech’s luscious handiwork, Sarah felt like she would break in his grip. She could feel how close her orgasm was, and she ached for waves of pleasure, expecting them to be better than anything she’d experienced until then, hoping they would heal the innermost parts of her.

And they were as delicious and enticing as she’d built them up to be, even more. Even her wildest fantasies of Tech’s touch on her didn’t match the white-hot ecstasy that expanded to the corners of her body, emanating from her clit as Tech’s antics gave no indication of slowing down. Conscious that this wasn’t the place to openly scream his name, Sarah clung with all her strength to Tech, her fingertips fisting his hair as she rut her hips onto his hand, enhancing her orgasm. She filled his ears with short, sweet whimpers, strained in an attempt to be quiet, an act that made them far more endearing to Tech and caused him to shiver with desire as his codpiece pressed harder onto Sarah with the growing, pulsating confinement underneath. When Sarah’s body began to go soft in his grip, Tech knew it was time for him to stop—he didn’t want her fainting on his watch, even though he was confident he could bring her to such a point. Sarah gave a heavy sigh at the absence of his touch, and she regained herself quickly enough to bring herself to her feet only to scurry down to her knees.

Tech realized there were multiple possibilities as to why Sarah could be heading towards the ground, and each had him smirking with enticing anticipation.

“Care to elaborate why you are adopting that position?” Tech uttered.

With dexterous movements, Sarah removed Tech’s codpiece and freed his length, slowly lowering her face near the glistening tip as her big eyes found Tech’s, her gaze widening with seduction as her warm breath fanned over Tech’s erection and sent raw electricity down his nerves.

“To the victor, the spoils,” Sarah whispered.

Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and brushed lightly, almost teasingly, along Tech’s upper shaft and the start of his tip. Tech’s body gave a light quake and his hand flew to Sarah’s hair, fisting it, while she took in more and more of his length with each bob of her head. Tech growled and threw his head back, and now it was his turn to attempt to contain his own expressions of pleasure—Sarah was certainly skilled at what she was doing. Even the tiny moans she gave into his skin enhanced the experience with the sweet vibrations of her voice traveling through the thin and sensitive skin of Tech’s cock. Shudder after shudder made the pleasure pool within Tech, until at last, he too was at the very edge of his climax.

“Come here,” Tech said just before he reached his peak.

He didn’t have to tell her twice, nor did he have to verbalize what he was thinking. Sarah rose to her feet and shimmied out of her trousers and panties, and she climbed on Tech once more, straddling him as he positioned his vertical erection at her entrance. Sarah sank on him, taking a seat on his thighs once more with a deep moan emerging from both of them. She rested her forehead on his and looked directly into his gorgeous brown eyes without breaking contact with them even as she bounced on his cock. They locked gazes for as long as it was possible, until the overwhelming pleasure burst inside Tech and he could no longer control his expressions. With a strong grip, he helped Sarah bounce faster on him, the friction uniting them both in ecstasy, until Tech at last released inside of her.

Sarah whimpered at the warmth and the fullness inside of her, moaning through closed lips at how utterly good it felt, and she stayed in her same position, straddling him, for as long as she could possibly enjoy it. The two panted, attempting to reach recovery, and when they regained enough of their composure, Tech helped Sarah off him and made sure she could stand properly, after which he handed her clothes to her. She took them with a smile and decided she could dress on her own, and when her trousers were on her again, Tech felt compelled to reach out to her and rest his hands gently on her hips as he pulled her closer. In a brief moment of vulnerability, Tech rested his forehead on Sarah’s shoulders, and he could hear her exhale softly as she turned her head in his direction and nuzzled his temple.

They shared a moment in silence, and when Tech lifted his face, he gazed into Sarah’s eyes with his own, and finally, he pulled his goggles back on top of his eyes and placed his codpiece where it corresponded.

“Now I’m hungry,” Sarah broke the silence with a smirk.

Tech smirked back—he’d heard Wrecker hinting at the fact a couple times before, that “if you’re doin’ it right, you get hungry afterwards.” As such, he took it as a compliment.

“Cheesy street food it is,” Tech offered his arm out to Sarah as he clenched his helmet with the other one, and the two made their way out of the cellar and into the seedy streets.

The way back to Ord Mantell was uneventful. During the journey, Sarah was able to put aside any tensions and resentments and instead focused on the fact that nothing had gone wrong—that time spent alone with Tech had truly worked wonders for her. And it also helped tremendously anytime Tech would sneak a glance or a stare over at Sarah; how very exciting it was for both of them to know what had just happened, without any indication of it to the external world.

Anytime she found his brown eyes already on her, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder, fantasize, daydream…

At last, they were all back on Ord Mantell, and the squad seemed to part ways. Cid headed back to the saloon, and Wrecker went off with Omega to get their traditional cartons of Mantell Mix—now offered in a new and mind-blowing three limited edition flavors that they had no intention of missing. And Sarah had planned to head back to the cantina too, maybe pour herself a glass of her poison of choice before sealing the mission and calling it a day.

But when Tech’s hand was suddenly on hers, she knew her plan would have to change, and she’d welcome it.

She looked at him, smirking with her brows raised. “Yes?”

“If I am not mistaken, there is a spare bedroom in the Ace Auror’s landing bay you have been using lately whenever you want to get distance from the others, correct?” Tech said.

“Nothing escapes you,” Sarah grinned with seduction flashing through her eyes.

“Well then…” Tech paced closer to her, his voice lowering. “Shall we?”

Words weren’t necessary, and no stops had to be made prior to that. Sarah and Tech rushed through the streets and made their way to the landing bay, past the beautiful Y-Wing stationed at the center of it, until they at last found the room where it would happen. Sarah went in first, and when Tech followed, he closed the door with a lock and pulled the blinds over the windows, concealing them from prying eyes.

As Tech finished pulling the blinds over the windows, Sarah had already climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, with her arm draped over her curves. She gazed over at Tech, inviting him as she smirked and lightly patted the mattress under her, and for a moment, Tech felt himself hesitate. He pushed the feeling aside, though—he reminded himself he knew what he was doing. Tech walked himself over to the mattress and set his helmet on the nightstand, and he removed the plastoid of his upper body until he was down to the shirt of his blacks.

Sarah bit her lower lip and smiled hungrily at the way the black fabric hugged Tech’s body. Every line of his muscles was visible, and she could just run her fingertips over each one of them as she felt the wetness pool between her legs all over again. Tech shivered at her touch and he caged her to the bed, tugging lightly at her clothes until he helped her remove them and toss them aside. Sarah reciprocated, and she helped Tech out of the rest of his armor, his gadgets, even the thin fabric of his undersuit, and finally, they both lay naked on the bed.

Tech’s lips crashed down on Sarah’s and he kissed her with fervor. He moaned softly as she ran her fingers over his back and traced soft patterns on his skin, causing him to shudder when her touch traveled to his lower back. The excitement prompted Tech to fully press his body to hers and brush their skins together, and he slowly made his way down until he was between her legs. He still had plenty of theories to test.

When his lips hovered over her glistening cunt, Sarah expected his tongue to brush over her folds lusciously. Instead, she felt Tech slipping two fingers down her entrance, curling them expertly and letting the tips brush repeatedly against the sensitive, spongy tissue. Her eyes widened, and an embarrassingly wanton moan escaped her, pleased that he would get right to it. Tech’s touch inside her was dangerous, and if he kept that up, he’d have her screaming and moaning his name out for anyone to hear.

She didn’t care who heard.

Tech’s fingering was already delicious, but Sarah had a habit of always wanting more when it came to him, and she rut her hips towards him seeking more blissful friction. Tech understood her wordless request and bent down closer to her, and at last, he brushed his lips on Sarah’s pussy, exchanging between licking and kissing, making love to her sensitive flesh while his fingers continued their work inside her. With her body squirming and her figure pressed back towards the mattress, Sarah’s hands traveled up to her breasts and she massaged her hardened nipples, sending even more sensations down her body as she moaned out Tech’s name in a high, desperate pitch. Tech knew by the sound that she was close, and he didn’t relent. His fingers inside her were precise, and his lips on her clit were passionate. He could have her squirming within seconds.

And just as he’d predicted, in less than half a minute, Sarah whimpered helplessly at his antics. Her entire body quaked with each wave of raging pleasure that coursed through her body, and with her eyes rolling back, she lost all ability to form words in her mind. It was pleasure in its most vivid form, unhinged and making her sink further and further until there was no more knowledge or reason, and even with how much it had already lasted, Tech didn’t stop. He was determined, and with each second that passed, Sarah discovered a new level of her orgasm until at last she released between her legs, squirting warm and transparent all over herself.

“Oh… my… stars,” Sarah huffed at the realization of what Tech had just caused.

A satisfied chuckle escaped Tech, rumbling low in his chest. “I am not done, my dear.”

Tech grabbed Sarah’s knees and pushed them into her shoulders, positioning himself at her eye level, close enough that he could whisper to her.

“Unless of course, you need to rest,” he said as consideration flashed through his gaze.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Sarah replied, breathless in all her most genuine softness, smiling up at Tech. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

With a smirk, Tech leaned down to kiss Sarah, and she reached for his goggles and removed them once more, casting them carefully on the nightstand next to his helmet. Without breaking the kiss, Tech pushed himself down her walls, and due to her previous intense orgasm, Sarah was still all too sensitive, instantly squirming and moaning at his movements. With her knees pressed close to her chest and her calves hanging down Tech’s back, the angle of thrusting was nothing short of delicious, and Tech knew how to pace himself. Starting off slowly, then building up speed—and by then, it was obvious in more ways than one that Tech was a very good friend of speed.

Sarah dug her nails into Tech’s back as her back arched with another orgasm, and though Tech thought it impossible, the moans she graced him with hearing that second time around were far more delicious than the first.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” Tech whispered. “Keep making that sound for me…”

And Sarah obliged, her walls clenching at her own pride. She loved that Tech adored the noises she made, and riding out each and every wave of her own orgasm, she didn’t need to hold any of them back. Tech sped up, and the hammering of his skin against Sarah’s set a rhythm for the music of her moans to accompany. During his last moments of composure, Tech looked into Sarah’s eyes, fascinated by the glow of stars that her irises held, humbled by the fact that such an astonishing pair of eyes could be so amazed at his own brown eyes.

Regardless, it was true, and with that realization, Tech finally released inside her once more with a low grunt. Following that, Tech’s body fell limp over Sarah’s, and the pair panted heavily, both dazed, hot, and sweaty, clinging to one another and entwined, without an iota of intention of letting go.

Sarah never wanted to leave that room. If she could stay there with Tech, she would be happy. With her gaze glued to the ceiling, Sarah replayed the events that brought both of them to that bedroom, to the position they were currently held in, and she couldn’t help but smile as a quick aftershock ran through her body, letting her relax even more into the mattress.

“How did you get so good at that?” Sarah asked, breathless.

Tech chuckled and lifted himself just enough to press a kiss to Sarah’s temple. “I am quite the master of bringing theory to good practice.”

“You sure are,” Sarah said as she found the strength to shift her body sideways to face Tech, and she brushed her fingers up his forearm and his bicep. “Say, um… I’m kinda hungry again.”

Tech laughed and he let the pride go to his head, if only for a bit. After the mission they’d had, they both deserved some of that.

“Let me get dressed, I’ll fetch something and bring it back here,” Tech got up.

“Oh,” Sarah said. “Well that’s fine, but… if you bring food back here, I’m never gonna want to get out of here. I might even get creative with some of it.”

Tech chuckled and leaned in close to Sarah as he put his shirt over his upper body. “I encourage creativity.”

Sarah blushed and watched as Tech finished dressing himself, and just as he made his way to the door, he looked back at her.

“I’ll be sure to bring something I can lick off you, then,” Tech said, and with that, he was out the door.

Though Sarah was shocked at his final remark, it was not unwelcome, and she lay with her back on the bed, squealing as she hugged the pillow close to her, grinning like the enamored, dazed girl that she was.

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[soulreapin]

um Here’s a take

i understand why allura decided to give herself to save the universe? and it makes sense to me? and i kind Of like it?

she was 10,000 years old and like yeah she hadn’t aged past like 20 because allura WAS an adult in like the pilot until they aged her down for lance

sure team voltron was her family. yes she had coran and romelle and new altea. but allura was literally Completely alone

her best friends her advisors the guy she bought drinks from in the square all gone. and i mean im not allura but if my entire culture had completely disappeared and its not like. a generation later where a grandkid might still be alive or something, EVERYBODY and every connection she had is gone

NOBODY made it from altea except for allura and coran they were literally the last bastions of old altea (yada yada the altean colony escaped altea but they were most likely just Dudes. many of which allura probably never met and wouldnt have been able to connect to)

and thats. thats a lot of pressure for a girl who’s wrangling BEING ten thousand years old, whos also saving the universe and being a diplomat and heading a coalition and trying to end the reign of the space nazis that obliterated her people

so when at the end of the world allura is presented with either go back to the current day where you’re all alone and have so many different leadership responsibilities and can never fully be understood OR see your parents and peers and friends again because they are waiting for you in the afterlife, and you get to return to your homeland that was ripped away from you as a child….i get it

i would make the same choices

and its not that team voltron didnt need her, they were truly her family, but she knew that they would be able to make it without her presence and they would continue to preserve her memory

allura got to make one decision for herself and her wellbeing after putting it all aside for the war effort and the rehab effort and for everyone else and shit. i really like it

plus she probably knew that coran would pass away before her since he was maybe 20 years her senior and even an altean lifespan does not last that long, and who knows if the people of new altea shared the same long lifespan that her and coran do

idk. allura got her good end. did it kind of ruin everyone else’s ending? sort of, but allura’s decision was deservedly selfish and i am going to die on this damn hill

[risetherivermoon]

Narcissa loved Regulus like he was her own brother, she cared for him more than anyone else would. She was heartbroken when he was dragged into the deatheaters, but she took care of him.

When others cast him aside, his parents, his brother, James... Narcissa was there to pick up the pieces. Regulus had his friends too, Evan and Barty. But his bond with Narcissa was stronger.

Narcissa loved him because she knew how it was to be the youngest, the one who had all of the pressure to succeed after the child before failed their family. After they escaped. She knew about the heartbreak of losing a lover because of choices you made against your will, of not being able to explain before it was too late.

When Regulus died, Narcissa didn't know what to do. She knew it was inevitable, that not everyone would survive this war. But why Regulus? Why her little star? She was heartbroken.

A year later, Evan Rosier dies at the hands of an auror. Narcissa was sad, that another child dragged into a war was killed far too early. But it got worse, when she walked down the hall at a deatheater meeting, and saw Barty Crouch Jr. sobbing, crouched down with his head between his knees.

They spoke for a while, and Narcissa learned what happened. He didn't die from the killing curse, he was shot with crucio. His body had been so weak, Barty had told her that he didn't do well after Regulus' death. That he was so weak that he died from the pain. But, he fought in the end. He had been on the ground, fighting for his life, and he had shot a curse at the Auror's eye. Evan had fought, and he had died in Barty's arms.

Narcissa let him talk, let him rant. She sat with him, let him rest his head on her shoulder. Like she used to do with Regulus. Barty talked and talked. He told her how much he loved Evan, how he always did. How he had once loved Regulus too, and he couldn't bare it. He couldn't bare the fact they were gone.

And Narcissa had been there for him.

After a while, Barty and Narcissa start talking frequently. Barty coming to her when he feels that overwhelming panic coming back, when the thoughts of doing things that he'd regret flood him.

So Narcissa isn't surprised when she finds him outside of Malfoy Manor. He looked nervous, scared. She invited him inside and he told her the story, of what happened. Of what her older sister and brother in law had dragged Barty into.

Barty said he didn't know how to think. Because he knew that it is what he was supposed to do for the dark lord. Narcissa stared at him, she didn't know what to say, how to act.

She decided, then and there. Barty was still barely an adult. 19 years old, malnourished and tired. Barty was always a bit twitchy but it was even worse now. He was scarred and he had scratches along his dark mark. Just like Regulus.

He was too young to be blamed. Narcissa was heartbroken and she cried for her, for the love of her life. But Barty wasn't at fault. He couldn't have been.

Not with that look on his face, she could see him trying to hide it. His guilt. He tried to get up and leave but Narcissa made him stay the night.

She let him meet Draco, the small baby he is. Barty had stared, almost empty. He and mumbled the words, but Narcissa heard him. 'They had a baby too. He cried the whole time.'

That was the last time she had seen Barty as something closer to himself. The next time she would see him, he was only but a withering shell of the scared young boy he used to be.

[apriltearsbringmayfears]

Just popped on here, I already read a few of your posts and love them.

May I request an Arcana M6 that forgets MC's birthday? (Whether it happened to just slipped their mind or they genuinely forgot.). But I'll leave those details up to you. Keep writing! Thank you!

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you like them, I have a few more in the works but feel free to send whatever ideas my way :D

~The Arcana M6 - Forget MC’s Birthday~

Asra:

On past birthdays, you usually wake up to him cooking breakfast

This isn’t one of those days. He’s gone from the shop, with a note left behind saying he’ll be back in the afternoon.

The shop has been busy, many calls outside the shop that Asra has to tend to. Him forgetting it is understandable

At some point, about mid day- he’s helping someone and the memory hits like a train

As soon as he’s done with business, he picks up some flowers and pumpkin bread and travels straight back to shop 

The door swings open, “I’m so sorry MC!!!”

You are smothered with affection for the next 24 hours

Nadia:

You were expecting a ball, or at least some sort of formal dinner/event

However, she didn’t pull through

Between everything else going on in Vesuvia, she managed to completely forget your birthday

It’s not until the servants say something that she realizes

She sort of looks at the wall for a minute, really internalizing her mistake

How could she have forgotten? What does this say about her as a romantic partner and as The Countess?

Plans start immediately, there WILL be a celebration tonight. Everything else is pushed to the side

She deeply apologizes for her mistake, almost being too hard on herself

But the party that night is incredible despite how little time it was thrown together

Julian:

He’s never done much for his birthdays as an adult, aside from Portia throwing a small celebration with some gifts and him drinking as usual

He’s never really had to celebrate anybody else's birthday because of that

He did know about your birthday, thought about making plans for it. Maybe a nice little boat trip? Take you somewhere nice, a little adventure?

But it completely slipped his mind

He’s reminded by Mazelinka, his face getting redder than hell

It’s like the whole world crashed on him, he’s the worlds worst boyfriend now

He won’t stop apologizing, on the verge of tears, on his knees, he’ll do anything to make it right

He takes you out on the adventure he had planned anyways, free drinks to boot

Muriel:

He completely forgets birthdays are a thing

He never had the chance to celebrate his own unless it was with Asra

Which was only a handful of times, it wasn’t really even a celebration

You casually~ mention it and he gets RED 

This is man is EMBARRASSED 

I can see him making a little cake, with scraggly letters saying “Happy Birthday MC”

He last minute made a little handmade craft as gift for you too

Y’all have a cute little celebration in his hut, plenty of cuddles after

Portia:

She’s going about her day all jolly, not a care in the world

You think for a bit she might have a surprise planned but once 6pm rolls around, you lose hope

“MC, I feel like I’m forgetting something”

Her face looks puzzled and then her eyes widen

There’s practically tears in her eye

You sort of have to calm her down. She feels like she betrayed you almost

She’s usually amazing with birthdays, tends to make the most of them

She did in fact have presents and plans but either got the day wrong or got completely side tracked

Your birthday turns into a birthday week celebration

Lucio:

He’s very fond of throwing big birthday parties for himself, sort of slides by everyone else's

You ask him about what day it is and he looks confused

You tell him it’s your birthday and he sorts of huffs

“Ya…I uhhh knew that”

He didn’t, but he’s trying to play it cool

Trying to quickly make plans in the back of his head

It’s very obvious he’s lying, his face is red and he looks frantic

He’s able to gather your friends for a nice celebration (Asra, Nadia, etc.)

But only because they care about you and he was so genuine with needing help

Expect more well thought out parties after this, he basically makes it a national holiday now

[manda-kat]

(OC AITA DISCLAIMER! This is one of the blorbos I made in my brain!)

AITA for getting my brother arrested?

My brother (19M) and I (??M) have been roommates since we moved out of our parent's house. (Aside from a brief period where I was at school) I'd like to say we're really close and we basically do everything together.

I'm more of an introvert and it takes a lot for someone to get close to me. I'm mostly fine hanging out just me and him. He on the other hand is really social and it turns out while I was at school he made a huge group of friends.

I was super happy for him at first until he started hanging out with them constantly. After I came back home I expected to have some one-on-one time, but it was like every night he wanted to go out with his friends. He'd always invite me, but it's hard for me to join a pre-established group like that and I don't really like any of them.

He didn't listen to any of my complaints so I tried to let it go. He's an adult, he can have friends. Then I met his girlfriend. She came across as pretty cool at first, but as they kept dating it became clear that she was a political extremist who wanted to overthrow the government.

I'm not a big fan of the government, but I know it's pretty stupid to throw those kinds of ideas around if you can't back them up. My brother bought her ideas easily and soon their entire friend group had gone from wild parties to conspiratorital meetings at midnight, discussing their plans to undermine the government.

I was actually welcomed into their 'rebel' group, probably just because there was no way he would be able to hide it from me. This meant I got all the details of their meetings and I knew they weren't just sharing opinions. They were making plans.

My brother shared their finished plan with me and it was not only illegal, but also incredibly dangerous. It would obviously lead to everyone dying.

To keep my brother safe, I reported the group to the police. They were all arrested. (aside from a few who got away and the one guy I strangled) My brother's girlfriend is furious and blames me for her situation. I just wanted to keep them safe, but the old saying 'snitches get stitches' comes to mind. Would it have been better to let them try their stupid plan?

[randomshyperson]

Hey Mary I saw you mentioned in one of your fics (amazing work as always btw) that youre watching Hibike! Euphonium??? I've watch over 4 times so it's probably my favorite anime ever and I would love to hear your thoughts about it, how much you liked it, if you also ship Kumirei or nah?

~🦭

I saw your ask a few days ago and was waiting to respond when I finished the anime, and here I am. I can define my emotional state after finishing both seasons in two words: emotionally devastated.

Btw, this will contain spoilers if anyone bothers.

I watched the anime for the first time almost a decade ago, and I had only seen it because of Kumirei. I decided to give it a chance even though I knew beforehand they weren't canon, and I remember being really in love with the couple and being truly outraged when Kumiko ended up with that boy.

At fifteen, I had no idea about concepts like heteronormativity or comphet, or any of those more complex concepts I learned in college. And rewatching the anime today, I found Kumiko's relationship with Shuichi more comical than anything else. Her frequent and clear lack of interest in that boy throughout the entire anime turns any interaction between them into something comical and even frustrating, especially since everyone around her seems to insist that Kumiko should be with him simply because he has a crush on her. When I was the same age as the characters, it really irritated me, now as an adult I just felt sorry for them all. And I found it really frustrating how he got more development with Hazuki, and if the producers had focused on them, it would have made more sense than putting him with Kumiko who had an interest in basically any topic other than that boy.

But male characters aside, I just realized how much I missed female characters (or girls in this case) and their well-written and developed female friendships when I rewatched this anime. Hollywood could never.

Remember that I defined my state as emotionally devastated? Well, that's all the fault of the arc written for Asuka.

Her friendship with Kumiko is absurdly beautiful. The dialogue where Kumiko, who is the youngest between them, shouting about how Asuka doesn't need to act like she knows everything and that the two of them are just kids has easily become one of my favorites in any media. At fifteen years old, I had no idea the weight of several scenes, especially this one, or when Asuka is slapped by her mother? Insane. I had the pleasure and luck of being reminded of how beautiful and well-written this anime was. And the ending with Asuka graduating was deeply painful. Not because something bad happened (thank god), but that fact that she did it! She played for her father, got the best grades in Japan and will probably have a bright future ahead of her. But that means she's leaving and Kumiko still has two years there and even with that incredible connection, Asuka needs to move on. Living through high school while watching, I didn't understand what that scene really meant. The arrival of adulthood. But upon rewatching it I was in tears, completely in shock. For the good of my heart I simply decide that they met again in college.

Also, I still haven't rewatched the movie about the second year because I simply don't want to say goodbye to any more characters.

How difficult was it for the studio to write a band made up of students from the same year? I wanted everyone to graduate together. I guess it wouldn't hurt the same way if they did.

Now talking about what I didn't like? Well, there's just gone thing that really bothers me about this anime: Reina's feelings for her teacher. When I was fifteen, and I heard these teenagers talking about it, and I had no idea whatsoever about life, I didn't see it as a major problem. I even thought that Reina, so mature and intelligent, would turn 18 and embark on a failed romance before realizing that the only person for her was Kumiko, but now at 23 I absolutely hate everything about that matter. What bothered me most was that at no point was there a straight forward take on how the mere idea of this relationship is wrong. We even have a scene where the temporary Instructor makes jokes about the Professor being popular with the girls. I was very uncomfortable with how this subject was not closed in a concrete and absolute way, I would have liked to have seen at least one scene of Reina's parents guiding her about how she was confusing admiration for a talented adult man she has known since she was a child with love, but the anime insisted on a one-sided romance until the end, and it aged really badly.

I haven't had the chance to see both movies and the new season yet, but I really hope the matter has been closed because it was very uncomfortable.

Also, I've come to have a different view of Kumirei now that I'm no longer a teenager; I used to watch the scenes and be outraged, just hoping that they would kiss soon and realize how in love they are. Today, well, yes please just kiss, but also, I noticed an even greater complexity in their relationship. Slow Burn is very welcome, I even have the impression that their fifteen-year-old versions from the first season simply don't have the emotional maturity necessary to understand their own relationship. I know the studio probably won't make them canon, but I don't think I'll mind it as much as I would have a decade ago: I really like the idea that they took time to understand the depth of their feelings, and that the separation during college was perhaps what was necessary for them to realize how emotionally intertwined they are. I feel like as always, the fanfics will make it worth it.

[invisibleraven]

i hope i'm not too late, i missed this when you first posted it!

"having a system for putting away dishes, because one is not tall enough for putting away the glasses" for Alex and anyone? 😁🙏

Alex sighed with relief as he slid into the Wilson mansion-away from the crowds of people thronged together on the yard. It was quiet here, letting the weight of performing for people melt away.

Then he heard the clink of dishes and wandered towards the kitchen, finding Carrie unloading the dishwasher, her heels kicked off to the side.

“Shouldn’t you be out there?” he asked with a smirk. “You are the hostess.”

“Shouldn’t you?” She turned, hands on her hips. “It’s your party after all.”

“Eh, the others have it handled, and you know I’m only good in social situations for so long,” he replied with a shrug, taking the cutlery holder out and slowly putting each piece away.

“I know they do, Reggie would live for applause and attention if he could,” Carrie snorted, but her fond expression gave away how she felt for the bassist.

“Pot, kettle,” Alex remarked.

Carrie rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, maybe because she knew she was the exact same way. Maybe that was why she and Reggie worked so well together, even if none of them saw the pairing coming.

“So why are you hiding anyways?” Alex asked, hip checking her away from the dishwasher to do the glasses-well after he saw her straining to reach the top cupboard and wisely said nothing about her height.

“Nosy reporter wanted to ask about Dad,” Carrie said quietly, winding her fingers in the skirt of her sparkly rose coloured dress.

Alex sucked in a breath, knowing that was a sore spot. Trevor had a public breakdown about a year ago, disappearing to some monastery to recover and aside from the odd letter, no one had heard from him.

Carrie had not taken it well, still feeling the sting of being essentially abandoned. Sure she was legally an adult now, but she still wanted her dad. Plus with the whole issue of her mom dumping her as an infant, the hurt compounded.

“You want Luke and Willie to kick him out?” Alex offered.

Carrie shook her head. “Security took care of it. Just needed a moment to regroup.”

“You want to stay in here and raid your freezer?” Alex asked.

“Everything I have is vegan,” Carrie replied, hopping up on the counter after grabbing a spoon for them.

“That’s okay, I’m lactose intolerant,” Alex replied, digging out pints of frozen yogurt.

That’s where the rest of the band found them later, passing the almost empty pint back and forth. Willie glimpsed himself onto Alex’s back to steal a spoonful while Reggie just up and took Carrie’s spoon which got him an indignant shriek.

“Don’t you have any real snacks?” Luke asked as he perused the contents of the fridge.

“You just ate your weight in canapés, I think you’re fine,” Julie replied. She then leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder “You okay?”

“Yeah, just needed a break.”

“Most everyone is gone now,” Reggie stated. “Though I’m sure those left are wondering where the guests of honour snuck off to.”

“Let ‘em wonder,” Carrie replied, polishing off the last spoonful of her treat.

“What were you two even doing in here?” Willie asked.

“I was helping Carrie put away the dishes-what do you do when there’s no one tall to do the glasses?” Alex asked.

“She has a step stool,” Reggie replied, earning himself a glare. “What? Julie has one too!”

Julie shrugged. “So sue me for being vertically challenged.”

Alex leaned back into Willie’s embrace as his friends chatted and bickered, feeling a sense of peace envelope him. Maybe it was lame he spent half the party hiding, but this right here? This was all the party he needed.

[nuoyipeach]

Take A Chance

Bae Joohyun X Johnny Suh

warnings: mentions of cheating

A smile plastered on Joohyun's face as she watched her friend fly the spoon of baby food around and make weird noises before landing the food into the confused toddler's mouth, her father then bouncing her on his lap with a soft yay. It was ridiculous how Seulgi and Taeyong changed as people the moment they had married, and almost entirely when they had their baby recently.

Yet it was something she yearned for. And if not for what happened a year ago, she reckoned she would have had the same change.

"Sorry Joohyun." Seulgi finally spoke again after having stopped for the time to feed the fussy baby. "So, what about it? It's gonna be just us adults, you know, friends only. We'll leave her with my parents."

Seulgi had proposed a night out for the friends, just the adults for old times sakes. Joohyun thought it was a good idea, but then realised this might be the first time she'd attend any gathering after an entire year. She dazed off thinking, and Taeyong suddenly poked her arm, making her turn to see the sad smile on his face.

"Don't be disheartened because of that." he knew what she was thinking about, and sighed nodding her head.

Taeyong was the one who caught her ex-husband first, along with Yuta. The two had gone out to meet some friends at a restaurant, when he caught sight of Donghae sitting at another table with a woman, and Taeyong knew it definitely wasn't Joohyun. He decided to ignore at first thinking maybe it's a formal meet or relative, but he couldn't, especially not when they were touching each other so much.

When they got up to leave, he dragged Yuta out with him to sneak behind and watched them entering the car together, and much to his dismay, kissing before driving off. Yuta's eyes widened, and the two went home to their women and discuss what should they do. They all knew Joohyun was as dedicated and loyal a wife as she was a friend, and they'd all hate to see her waste time on someone so horrible, but they also knew how this news would break her.

Seulgi decided they should think a little to which Taeyong and Sooyoung agreed, Yuta however ignored this and went to Joohyun the next day at her office, and told her everything.

Shocked was an understatement, everything around Joohyun had just shut off from her senses. The man she loved and committed her life to betrayed her. She wondered if it could be a misunderstanding or lie, but knowing Yuta she knew he'd never say or do anything without making sure of it first. She left early that day, went home, and as if to kill her even more, saw the woman in her house. It didn't take long before her friends arrived and helped her out of the situation, Taeyong luckily being a lawyer who helped her through the process quick and easy.

She was so ashamed, heartbroken, and full of hatred, that Joohyun refused to go out or meet anyone for the longest time, even avoiding family functions knowing relatives would ask questions.

It had been a year since then, and she knew her friends were only trying to help her out of the hole she had sunken into. She had known Seulgi, Taeyong and Sooyoung since highschool, then met Yuta and Wendy in college. Over the years they had become closest of friends, and while some ended up dating each other, Joohyun ended up getting asked out by Donghae, a coworker, during her internship. After five years of being together, including three years of marriage, she wondered where did it go wrong for him to betray her this way.

Putting all thoughts aside, she agreed to the gathering, and was soon getting ready for the night. Taeyong had arranged for them to meet up at a bar, just the friends and plus one for Wendy to bring her husband, who she met through a blind date back in university. The moment everyone had arrived, Yuta proposed a toast, as well as announcing his and Sooyoung's wedding date in two months, leading to a much louder cheer from them. They would be the last of the friends to finally tie the knot, but as happy as Joohyun was for them, she realised she'd become the only one single despite being the first to marry.

She again put all negative thoughts aside, and joined her friends in whatever they talked about as they kept the drinks coming. It wasn't long before some of them left for the dance floor, the girls urging Joohyun to let herself loose a little. Feeling a little drunk she decided to go for it and let herself go as her body flowed with the music.

A sudden push lead her to trip over her heels, but before she hit the floor, and arm had wrapped around her waist. "Are you OK?" she heard a man's voice, and finally looked to see who had helped her. She nodded, and the man pulled her to stand up while she fixed hersef.

She turned to him again and smiled. "Thanks."

"Bae Joohyun?" she stared in shock, a little scared but mostly confused, as the man mentioned her full name. "Oh my God it is you! It's me, Johnny, from basketball remember. You were my senior partner from the girl's team."

Joohyun stared even more confused, studying the man's face a little, until the memory clicked and she gasped excitedly. "Oh my God! You! Yes!" she watched a smile spread on Johnny's face before he suddenly hugged her. She stood a little shocked before laughing and hugging him back. "It's been so long!"

He let go and smiled at her, and she noticed the look on his face. "It really has. Let's sit and catch up?" he extended his hand, and she nodded accepting his offer. He lead her to a couple of empty seats at the bar and helped hoist her up the seat, then offered her a drink.

"Wow, I see you're still ever the gentleman." Joohyun chuckled, remembering how this man had the best manners back in college. She had been his basketball partner for the two years she studied there and grew close, but sadly lost contact after graduating and switching university. "God, it's been like eight years since we last saw each other."

"Yea, I've wondered what ever happened to you." he sat next to her, passing her one of the drinks served.

"Well, after diploma I went for a graduate, then started working in cosmetic product development... yea, that's all really." she kept a smile, though inside it felt like her conscious was scolding her for leaving out the whole Donghae part.

"Cool, I always knew you were gonna aim high." they shared a laugh as he spoke, and took sips of their drinks before he continued. "Well, I started working right after college, at this tech company. I'm still there, I made head of testing facilities recently actually."

"That is so amazing!" Joohyun exclaimed, genuinely amazed and happy for him. He shrugged, when the look in his eyes suddenly changed as she noticed his eyes follow her hand holding her glass, before looking back at her.

"So, are you single?" the question caught her off guard, her body going still as she wondered what or how to answer. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Just noticed you had no ring on." Johnny quickly tried to explain himself, but she only felt like she couldn't drag on hiding her life like that.

Turning to him, she smiled, albeit sadly. "It's fine." she waved her hand, biting her bottom lip as she thought of her answer. "I guess you could say I recently am single." she looked to see his lips pursed as he nodded.

A sudden smile crept onto his face, which he failed to hide despite trying as his eyes met hers with a glint. "I don't know if you knew, but... I kinda crushed on you back then." he could only laugh at her reaction, her eyes wide followed by a awkward chuckle. "I know, it's weird saying it now. I thought you were so cool, smart, beautiful."

"Oh stop." she hid her face in one hand, the other hitting his shoulder playfully. Joohyun wasn't new to getting hit on, but hearing something like this from a past friend made her shy. Johnny could only laugh at her, before looking at her with a nervouse look.

"Actually... since you are single, maybe we could go out some time?"

Her mood halted again, a litte longer this time. Her eyes met his genuine ones, except hers were filled up shock, and a slight fear. She didn't know what she was scared of, but hearing someone ask her out suddenly made her feel upset. Despite how many times her therapist and friends told her not to let what happen ruin everything else, she couldn't help it, especially when it came to relationships.

Johnny seemingly waited, though she noticed his face had switched, as if he was scared he might have offended her or something. He was a good man, from what she remembered about Johnny, she wouldn't have been this hesitant if this was before everything that broke her.

Hastily she drank up the remainder of her drink, deciding to just be out right honest with him. "Johnny... you're a great guy, and honestly if it was some other universe I know I would have said yes right away. But..." she swallowed the lump in her throat, hand gripping her glass tighter as she tried to keep herself from breaking down in a public space. "I went through a divorce, a year ago. He... cheated on me. And I know I should move on and not let it affect my life so much, but I can't help it. We were together for 5 years overall, and having all that just thrown away like it meant nothing just..."

By now she couldn't help it as a soft sob left her, quickly turning away and covering her mouth to try holding it back. It must have been the alcohol and overflowing emotions, because she could feel she was not able to hold it in. Suddenly, a warm body enveloped her from one side, arms wrapped around her and pulling her into their chest tight, one hand rubbing up and down her exposed arm.

"Cry, don't try to hold it in. You need to feel it to really be able to move on." Johnny's deep voice resonated around her, any other sounds from the people or club having gone silent as she finally dropped her head and allowed her tears to escape.

A louder sob left her, followed by another, and before she could get any more Johnny quickly turned her head and pushed her face into his chest, covering over the sounds so that she didn't garner any unwanted attention. He took off his suit jacket and placed it over her from behind before hugging her again, arms tightening every time her body shook from the pain she felt inside.

It took a good few minutes before the crying stopped, Joohyun now simply resting against his body as she slowly picked back up her energy. Johnny's hands were more loose around her, one on her back while another patted her head. She sighed at the contact, not remembering when she last felt like this.

Definitely not any time around the end of her marriage.

Slowly she pushed out of his hold, taking the tissue off the counter to wipe her cheeks. "I'm so sorry..." her voice came out quiet and broken. "We just met again after so long, and the first thing I do is breakdown about my piece of shit ex-husband."

"Hey it's fine." Johnny pulled his seat closer and sat down, holding one of her hands in both his, smiling sympathetically. "Thing is, when I saw you tonight, my feelings that I thought were gone came back, and I thought I'd take a chance. But if you're still not ready for a relationship yet, I can wait."

She looked at him, shocked and confused by his words. "Why would you? For me? That's... not fair to you Johnny..."

He snickered shaking his head. "Then how about we stay in touch, for real. Keep up with each other from now on."

>>>

Her friends found her much later that night, but Johnny had left by then, and they had many mixed feelings about her interaction with him. Some saying break it off, others saying keep in touch, Joohyun in the end asked them to stop talking about it and that she needed some space. Truth was, after that episode of breaking down, she felt empty whenever something reminded her about her ex. Usually when reminded of him, she would experience sadness, pain in her chest.

But now as she walked past his favourite brand of coffee at the store, she felt nothing. A smile sneaked its way onto her face, and when she realised it she quickly walked away, weirded out by her own emotions. As she continued her grocery shopping, her phone dinged signaling an incoming message. She saw the name, and decided to just check it right away.

Johnny: hey, you free tomorrow?

hi, yea so far. why?

Johnny: lets hang out, meet me here [location attached]

It had been five days since their fated meeting, and since exchanging numbers, Johnny had texted her three times of simply asking how she was. Seeing this sudden invitation to hangout, she hesitated a little, thinking what could this mean. After a minute of mental debating, she huffed and decided to just go for it.

sure, what time?

Johnny: hows 4pm?

sounds good

Johnny: great! cant wait, bye

bye, see you

>

"OK, since it's a kinda last minute thing, go for casual." Sooyoung rummaged through Joohyun's closet, checking the clothes one by one. "Here, this top with white shorts would be perfect." she proceeded to pull out a green knitted top, full sleeved and cropped just a little, and some white jean shorts.

Joohyun stared at the selection, nodding without much expression and just proceeded to change while her friend continued to find matching jewellery and pick out the makeup. Her mind was too busy thinking about this meet up with Johnny, what were they doing, how would things go, why did he even ask her out like this.

She was sure after her breakdown he might not bother meeting someone still sad about a year old divorce, but now she was nervous actually seeing him again.

Not long after Joohyun was driving herself to the location Johnny had sent. She had checked and seen it was around the mall, so they must be going inside as she figured. Reaching the place, she parked the car and sent him a text announcing her arrival, and he immediately responded to meet in front of a specific restaurant inside.

Still confused, she followed his instructions, and soon saw Johnny standing in front of the place looking around as if to find her. Which was true because the moment he saw her, he smiled and jogged over.

"Glad you could make it." he gave her a quick hug, to which she responded trying not to think too much of it. "Come on, it's gonna be fun." he took her hand and tugged her along across the mall.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked.

"It'll be fun, trust me." he winked, and she smiled a little unsure in response. Though her expression immediately switched once he stopped in front of an arcade, both kids and adults buzzing around noisily adding on to the sounds already coming from the games and machines. "Ta-da!" Johnny waved his arms around.

"Uhm... games?" she didn't know how to react, but he could only laugh noticing her very confused state. He took her hand and headed inside, getting tokens for them, then dragging her to the basketball game.

"Hope you remember your moves."

From basketball, to air hockey, to some on screen fishing game, Joohyun mindlessly followed the man around playing more arcade games. One thing for sure she knew, she was oddly enjoying it all. After the fishing, he tugged her to the whack-a-mole game next and handed her the hammer.

"I'm not very good at this." Joohyun said, despite getting in position to play. Suddenly his body enveloped her from behind, hands holding the hammer over her own, and she was glad he wouldn't notice her flushed face.

"I'll help." she held in a shiver when hearing his low voice right next to her ear. Before she knew it, he had already moved her to hit one mole, and she quickly put her attention back on the game. "Just imagine the thing, or person, you hate the most as the moles."

She didn't know if there's was a hidden motive under his words, but the moment her mind visualised her ex-husband as the face on the animals, a sudden surge of tenacity filled up inside her and she started hitting the toys with the best precision and speed. Johnny's hands were no longer on hers, but instead he held her arms to keep her steady as she really took out her frustrations on the arcade game.

As the game ended, with the colourful lights blinking and red numbers showed her score, Joohyun released relaxed breaths as she realised how much tension had left her body.

"Damn, I wouldn't ever wanna get on your bad side." she turned to Johnny as he joked, clapping at her successful play. "Let's try one more thing, I have a couple of tokens left." he took her hand and guided her through the arcade in search for something to use up the remaining tokens, all the while Joohyun remained empty minded. It had been more than a year, and as much as she thought she was over the anger, today's actions proved her otherwise.

She looked up as they came to a halt I'm front of a bright white box. "Photo booth?" she said aloud when seeing all the pictures people had stuck. She turned to Johnny who shrugged, showing that it costed just enough to use up the last couple of tokens. Biting her lip, she let out a sheepish smile and nodded, glad he seemed happy as he pulled her in along with him.

They took three shots, and Johnny took his time carefully editing them adding stickers and quotes before letting them print two copies. He took them from the dispenser and showed Joohyun, who didn't realise how much she had been smiling until she saw the photo strips.

The last one they took, Johnny had an arm around her shoulder and their heads just touched. She remembered how spontaneous it was that it made her smile so much.

"This is a big keep." she looked at Johnny as he spoke, putting his strip into his wallet. She felt a weird tug in her chest noticing that, but thought nothing of it as they left the arcade. Although it still played in her mind continously as they ate a quick dinner, and when he walked her to her car, and even as she laid in bed at home, she couldn't erase the feeling she had when with Johnny the entire day.

>>>

For three months, Johnny had been calling her up and taking her out on spontaneous outings. She didn't know of she could classify these as dates knowing she set her boundary about not getting into relationships yet, and so far he's kept to it.

But every time Joohyun goes home, she finds herself thinking back to their time spent together and smiles to herself. She tried hard to snap out of it and suppress this weird feeling, but it never works as they're soon out together again for something as simple as lunch at a cafe. This night as she looked at herself in the mirror while doing her nightly routine, she thought about herself.

She hasn't felt this good in so long, she forgot when was the last time she put in the effort to look good on a daily basis. It made her feel good inside and out, seeing her nails done, her hair styled, and most importantly, her skin was back to its highest health.

All thanks to the company of one person.

"Are you sure about this?" she sighed hearing Seulgi's voice in the group call, along with Wendy and Sooyoung. "I just want you to make this a clear conscious decision. You're not looking for a rebound Joohyun, remember that, it'll only hurt you again."

"I know." Joohyun held her phone in her hand, her chat with Johnny opened for the past five minutes as she talked to her friends. "He's helped me throughout so much... even after I told him I'm not ready."

Wendy spoke up this time. "How about one date first Joo? And tell him exactly so. You wanna go on one date with him, and if it really ends well for you you'll continue the relationship."

"What if it doesn't?" the question Joohyun feared the most. "What if I don't like him that way, but I don't want to lose him at the same time..."

"You will." Sooyoung's determined voice caught her off guard. "Joo I've been dressing you almost every date, and trust me, I've never seen you this excited to meet someone before. Even with... you know." she cleared her throat, all girls knowing exactly what she meant.

Joohyun thought about it, and figured her friends were all right. All she had to do now was take the step and give this man a chance. Their feelings were pretty clear to her at least, all that's left was to see how he would treat her. Sighing, she finally typed away into the chat.

hey Johnny, would you like to go on a date Friday night?

Johnny: yes! dinner and dance?

"Wow he's fast..." she mumbled, loud enough for her friends to hear and laugh at how smitten this man seemed to be. She shushed them before continuing.

sure, how's 7pm?

Johnny: perfect! I'll pick you up then :D

>>>

Despite dressing up for all her previous outings with him, Joohyun still felt shy at her current choice. Or more like her friends' choices. Sooyoung picked her a short satin red dress with spaghetti straps, and a cropped black blazer over it. Seulgi picked for her black sandal heels wrapped around her ankle. Wendy finally added on tips for her makeup and hair, all kept simple yet sultry.

They knew exactly what Joohyun liked, and she was glad their help made her look and feel confident. But all that confidence washed away the moment she received Johnny's call that he was waiting downstairs. Taking a last glance at herself, and a few deep breaths to calm, she headed down to the elevator to meet him in front of her apartment.

The moment she stepped out of the building she caught Johnny standing outside his car, staring intently at her. She bit her lip, and grabbed her purse strap tighter as she slowly made her way to him.

"Wow." Johnny awed, eyes studying hers as she stopped in front of him and smiled back shyly. "You look great." he carefully held her hand, eyeing her expressions, before suddenly dipping down and left a soft lingering kiss on her cheek. "Hope that's OK?" he whispered pulling away, to which she quickly smiled and nodded.

They headed out for dinner at a fancy restaurant, throughout which Johnny had been the most gentlemanly she had experienced from anyone. He helped her with her chair, let her order first, and even pick their wine. As they spoke, she noted how he'd attentively listen to her, reacting when needed, and whenever he spoke he would maintain eye contact with her.

Everything about him captivated her.

And a dinner date felt too boring for her to spend time with him. As they finished eating, Joohyun set her cutlery down and looked up at him.

"Johnny." she called, to which he hummed in response, a little nervously albeit. "Shall we go to a bar after this? Maybe the one we met?"

"All of a sudden?" he chuckled, confused by her sudden plan.

Joohyun nodded enthusiastic. "I really like spending time with you, and I feel like it would be fun for us, if you'd like to I mean." she watched his expression as he seemed to think through, relieved when he smiled and nodded.

To his entertainment, Joohyun was quick to start enjoying herself as she made her way to the dance floor upon entering the bar. Johnny got them drinks, and once finishing it, he placed both their empty glasses back at the counter, all the time keeping her close within his sight.

"Come on Johnny!" he laughed as his date grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the crowd, before she started waving herself around. He couldn't believe this was the same woman who was all shy before, and loved every bit of her fun side as he did her normal.

Joohyun couldn't have been any happier. She couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun with a man. As far as she could remember, her ex wasn't someone who enjoyed such things, meaning she had to cut back on wild parties with her friends way before they even got busy. But with Johnny, she couldn't stop smiling watching him match with her energy, while also making sure she was safe in her spot.

At some point she spun around so fast, she tripped and bumped right into him, Johnny catching her with his body and arms as they both shared a laugh. She knew she was intoxicated, but not so much to miss the look in his eyes as she stared at him in a daze. He had his arms around her waist while her hands held his shirt, and suddenly she felt all warm and fuzzy.

Johnny was definitely caught of guard when she suddenly relaxed into his hold, leaning herself against his chest as her arms went around his torso. He didn't mind it though, instead he was glad she felt safe and comfortable in his arms as she hummed when he moved them side to side to the music.

He chuckled when feeling her weight getting heavier against him. "Alright, wild girl, let's get you home. Hmm?" he waited until she nodded against his chest, and gently scooped her up in his arms before heading out to his car. He sat her in and buckled her up before getting in himself and driving back to her apartment, where he carried her on his back up to her door. "Passcode?"

"Five... two... six... five..." she mumbled against his neck, and he shook his head laughing as he put in the numbers and went through the door.

He took his shoes of first, then hers, then entered until the living room where he finally put her down to stand. "Alright, where's your room? You should wash up before going to bed." he instructed her, but was met with a sleepy pout and head shake.

"I don't wanna..." she pushed off his hands and stumbled to the couch. "Too tired..."

"Oh Joohyun." the man shook his head, both disappointed and humoured by her behaviour. He decided to just make her stand himself, figured out which was her bedroom, then pushed her towards it, and to the bathroom. "Alright, I'll stand right here, and you get washed first. No sleeping until you're cleaned."

With a whine, Joohyun shut the door, and he sighed in relief when hearing the water running. Johnny really did stand at the door, smiling to himself as he wondered how much he loved this woman. He wasn't going to admit it just yet, knowing it was too soon for either of them, but he already knew he did. After all those makeshift dates, and today's real one that turned so wild and fun, he couldn't help think about the woman on the other side of the door being one of a kind to him.

And he loved anything one of a kind.

The door opened, and he looked to see she had changed into her pyjamas that she left in her bathroom earlier that day. "There we go, fresh and clean." he held her face and squished it, laughing when she furrowed her brows at him. "Go on, get in bed."

"Wait..." she stopped him pushing her, suddenly holding both his hands. Johnny looked at her, confused by the sudden shift in her mood as she stared back nervously. "Will you... stay the night?"

Even more caught off guard, Johnny for the first time staggered. "Do you, uhm, want me to? Or not?" he asked. Joohyun looked down, biting her lips, before looking back up and nodded. "Sure then, if you're alright with it." he took her hand again and lead her to her bed, helping her get in and tucking her in her blanket. He wasn't sure what to do himself, so just sat on the empty side next to her, when she patted the other pillow.

"You can lay here..." she mumbled sleepily, to which he nodded and laid down next to her. "Thank you for everything Johnny..." she spoke through a sleepy smile.

Johnny smiled back, turning onto his side to face her, his hand unconsciously tracing the sides of her face. "I'm glad you had a great time." he whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not break her trance.

"I'm sorry it took me so long..." his smiled disappeared at her words, confusion and worry displayed instead. "I know it was unfair to you... but you made me realise I was still hanging onto the anger... and you helped me leave it... I feel ready to move on with my life, with you..."

Even in her sleepy daze, Joohyun noticed the surprised look on his face with his brows raised, causing her to smile lazily as she stretched her back and suddenly shifted closer to him. Johnny's hand on her face remained, this time combing through her hair.

She looked at him a little seriously. "Are we on the same page?" she asked, her eyes like a doe's.

"On what?"

"I can't guarantee how soon... but I like you, a lot... enough to maybe get married?" a sudden lump stuck in her throat. "But I'm scared... if you're not with me... or if the same thing happens again..."

Johnny didn't know how to react. He did think this far into his future, but it was more of a what if thing than serious consideration. Now knowing she had similar thoughts changes everything. They were both old enough to make these decisions with complete assurance, and he did want to settle down soon himself.

He cupped her face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "Sleep Joohyun. You're drunk and sleepy, you'll need a clearer head for these things." he smiled, pinching her cheek to keep her from getting sad before he continued.

"But I do promise, if when you're ready, I'll be there for you. I'd be a lucky man to marry someone like you. And I promise I'd never do anything to hurt you. Anyone who betrays a person they've made a commitment to are assholes, and don't deserve someone as amazing as you."

With a smile, and a tear welling in her eye, Joohyun finally shut her eyes and within a minute was fast asleep. Unable to help himself, Johnny left a soft kiss on her forehead before closing his eyes as well, his hand still cupping her face, a few last thoughts about the woman in front of him circling his mind.

Especially how he can't wait for her to progress even further, and he'd be there for her every step of the way and in the end.

>>>

Hello anon! I was honestly excited cuz it's my first time getting a JohnRene request so thank you for that😊 I hope you enjoyed the story, tho ngl I myself found the ending a little lacking, so maybe a part2?🤔 idk yet but if ur up for it lmk hahah again thank you for the request & I hope you liked it❤️

[cosmereplay]

Day 14: Before you go

Rated Explicit, Lyn/Laran, RoW spoilers

Fun sexy fic below the cut. You can also read it on ao3!

“When you said you know a place, I didn’t think it would be so close to the Highmarshal’s office,” Lyn whispered as they walked down the hallway.

Laran raised an eyebrow, then stopped suddenly and brandished a key.

“You didn’t!” It was hard to get the admonishment across while she was still whispering, so Lyn slapped her unobstrusively. After all, anyone could come down this hall at any moment.

“I did. You said you always wanted to be the boss. Why not feel like a boss for a few minutes?” Laran smiled. She opened the door and fell into the office with a casual salute.

Lyn glanced around furtively, then followed, though she stepped in like an adult rather than flying in like the Lopen. She closed the door behind her and crossed her arms as Laran landed on the far wall, where there were already dusty footprints. 

“See? I listen when you talk about your dreams!” Laran smiled at her, hands on hips. “And doesn’t that just make me the best girlfriend! And before you ask, I got the key from Sigzil. I said I needed some quiet…I just didn’t say what I needed that quiet for.”

Storms, it was hard to deny her anything. Lyn got caught up in Laran’s enthusiasm so easily. It probably had something to do with how attractive she was when…well, when she did anything. Even now, as she moved the scribe’s chair aside, stepped off the wall, pulled out the Highmarshal’s chair, and started...crawling…under the desk?

“What are you doing?” Lyn laughed, leaning to take a closer look at her ass.

“Getting in position to serve my future Highmarshal, of course.” Laran’s voice was a bit muffled by the tablecloth that covered the desk, blocking her from view. “Everyone knows, every good military commander has to stay calm under pressure. That’s why she needs her pussy support.”

Lyn’s face flushed hot, matched only by the heat that started to throb between her legs. “Storms, are you serious?”

“Come over here,” Laran laughed. “Stand in front of the desk. I won’t bite.” 

She rolled her eyes but moved anyway. It only took two steps to get into position, and Laran started making quick work of the tie holding up her leggings. “You have to be ready at a moment’s notice, sir, so I’ll only remove your lower clothes…like so…” 

Down went the leggings, then Lyn’s panties. Lyn could not believe she was half-naked in this storming room! She and Kal had only broken up a little while ago, and she had memories of tense conversations here. Since he’d gone on leave, a part of her worried that he'd done it just to avoid her. But, it was difficult to worry when there was a beautiful woman sliding her fingers up between her thighs…

“Very nice. Now sir, if you would sit… yes, just like that…”

She tucked in under the desk, and Laran spread her legs apart. This wasn’t the first time Laran had eaten her out, but it was certainly the first time they’d done it so publicly. And she'd thought she was daring. 

Not to mention Lyn did want to be a ranking officer someday. She thought she’d be good at it. And she had to admit, sitting on this side of the desk felt intoxicating. She looked down, spreading her hands across the desk, feeling the smoothness of the wood varnish. She could almost imagine herself here, reports across her desk, making decisions about troop movements. And…

And Laran’s warm breath was drifting over her exposed skin. Laran's tongue flicked across her upper thighs, then over her lower lips, nuzzling her nose into Lyn’s pubic hair. 

“Let me be your scribe, sir,” Laran said pertly, then wrote with her tongue along Lyn's 'centre line'. 

Lyn moaned, letting the sensation wash over her. “Oh, storms,” she managed.

“Hey, how did you know that’s what I was writing? You’re–” Laran started, but Lyn grabbed her head and pushed her back to work.

Laran’s tongue work was impeccable. She knew just when to push between Lyn's lips, and she slid across Lyn’s clit with practiced swirls. Lyn started to sweat, arcing backwards to give Laran better access. Lyn came once, twice; what she’d used to think were finishing orgasms were just starters for Laran. 

Laran pulled her face back, though there wasn't much room under there. She slid her fingers over Lyn’s slit, wetting them, then gave her clit more attention. She smiled up at Lyn from below the desk, and Lyn could only see where her chin was glistening as she smiled. 

“Would you like me inside you, sir?” she asked. 

Lyn managed to nod. Laran’s fingers were equally talented. They tickled the skin of her lips, then slid easily between them, pressing into the core of her heat. Laran knew she didn’t have to go in far to find her sweet spot. Lyn clutched the edge of the desk as Laran filled her with her fingers, then resumed her licking, pressing up harder, going faster with her tongue. 

Gasping, Lyn spread her legs farther apart, leaning far back as the pleasure inside her starting pulsing, growing into a heat that filled her whole body like a sunrise. She bit back a cry as she came. She realized she was suddenly hunching over the desk like she’d collapsed, and starspren sparkled behind her eyes.

She was still catching her breath when her spren Euri flew in. “He’s coming!” she announced.

“No, she’s coming.” Laran’s muffled voice sounded smug.

But Lyn could feel Euri’s emotions--Panic. “Oh, storms. He’s coming??” Her stomach dropped. Her gaze flailed around the room as she tried to decide whether to hide, or neaten the desk, or figure out how to pull her leggings back on without standing up. 

In no time at all the door opened, and none other than Kaladin Stormblessed walked in.

He seemed haggard at first, but when he saw her, he pulled up in surprise. “Lyn? What are you doing here?” he asked, then cut off her stammering. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t need to know your business. I just…I wasn’t expecting someone to be here.” He sniffed slowly, looking around. “It smells weird in here. Does it smell weird to you?”

“Not at all, that must just be you,” she said, but inside she was screaming. Laran had slid her fingers inside her again. Lyn tried to think up a reasonable excuse, but for some reason her brain wasn’t working, so she took Laran’s excuse. “I was just looking for some quiet, and uh…yeah, this was the only office available,” she said, feeling the heat growing inside her again. Storms, her face was probably so sweaty.

Kaladin seemed to accept the excuse. “Well, sorry to interrupt your quiet. I know how tough it is to find any around here,” he said, though he sounded wistful. He shook himself out of it. “I just need to grab something from my desk–” He stepped forward.

“I’ll grab it!” Lyn exclaimed, waving Kaladin back with both arms. She leaned forward over the desk as Laran hit a particularly good position. “Uh, what is it?” More sparkles of pleasure were seeping in at the edges of her vision, and she tried very hard to keep her breathing even.

Kaladin frowned as he paused. “It’s a bottle of sapphire. Bottom drawer on the left.”

She reached down and grabbed it quickly, but not so quickly she didn’t slap Laran’s arm first. “Drinking on the job, eh?” she joked as she passed the bottle to him. Laran slid her fingers out, circling her clit again, and Lyn felt like she was going to pass out.

And yet, for the first time since they’d broken up, she saw Kaladin smile. Just a little one. “Still unopened, see?” he said, showing off the ribbon on the cork. “So don’t get any ideas when you get promoted to officer.”

Lyn grinned, feeling a wave of orgasm wash over her. For a moment Kaladin held her gaze, smiling back. “Well, it was good to see you, Lyn. You look really happy. I’ll let you get back to your quiet.” He turned to leave.

“Wait. Before you go–” Lyn said impulsively. She might not get this chance again.

Laran bit her thigh under the table.

Kaladin turned back. “Yes?”

“You know I’m still your friend, right?”

His smile turned lopsided. “Yeah. Or, maybe I wasn’t sure, but now I am. I’m really glad we’re friends, Lyn.”

She let out a relieved sigh, which she hoped hadn’t turned into a moan, because Laran was licking her again. “Me too. Now get out of my office,” she beamed.

Kaladin chuckled, then closed the door. 

Lyn leaned back, and Laran licked her until she’d left a puddle on the floor under the chair. When she was finally satisfied that Lyn had had enough orgasms, Laran lashed Lyn’s chair back towards the wall. Just as Lyn oriented herself, Laran burst out from under the desk, yelling, “Wait! Before you go–”. She lunged at Lyn, wrapping her arms around her waist, and they both fell to the wall, laughing until they couldn’t breathe. 

“Does it smell weird in here?” Laran mocked, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Storms, no wonder you were so pent up.”

“Shut up,” Lyn said, pulling up her leggings. “He was a complete gentleman. Nothing like you, you maniac. I’ve been on more battlefields than I can count, and I’ve never felt panic like that.”

“You love it,” Laran preened, and climbed up Lyn’s body for a kiss.

“Yeah. I do,” Lyn smiled, and kissed her back.

[livewireprojects]

Past sketches of the Kawoshin fankids I worked on(with weird background info)

I made a post a bit ago about my & @tay-likes-toons's Kawoshin kids I thought I'd show the old sketches I made before. I've already explained the characters so unless something that wasn't mentioned needs added I'm not making another description for them.

Before I go on I want to mention that these were ideas made up from before the final movie in the Rebuild of Evangelion happened. I hadn't seen the Rebuild movies(let alone anything in the series past Kaworu & Shinji's interactions & Kaworu dying in the movie) but knew some stuff. The RPs were stuff got made up/weird attempts to add what I understood with our own ideas for how the series should end since it felt like the last film was never going to happen. I've tried to cut down on a lot of rambling but all you need to know is Kaworu some how cause Shinji to be an angel like him thanks to stuff in the time loops.(Cause I get the feeling Kaworu as an angel is immortal so he'd be separated from Shinji eventually thanks to Shinji's mortality & for some reason my solution is making Shinji also immortal) The kids are also angels thanks to this.

Adam, Ibuki(who has gone threw a few name changes), Kain & Evie were originally quadruplets but at some point aside from Ibuki & Kain they were all turned into different aged siblings. For whatever reason Evie stays in a baby/toddler form(angel ability), she can go into her actual form(her real age) when she wants & at some point eventually stays in it. Ibuki's design is based on draft anime Kaworu & Kain's is based on a sketch/prototype Kaworu were he had smoothed down hair with bangs swooping to the left.

This is the first sketch I ever made of them, I forgot when I made this. Added Kaworu & Shinji cause it was meant to be a family pic. Most of them suffers from "I can't draw heights well enough so the legs are longer to make up for missing mass in the drawing". Shinji is kinda short compared to the rest of the family cause he's still learning to control his angel abilities. Also yeah Ibiki use to be named Satoshi for some reason, at one point he was named Gendo Jr cause in some RPs Gendo became a better dad that was on good terms with Shinji. I don't think Kain had a name at the time or it was changing a lot.

This was posted July 24, 2019 which I'm guessing means this was made in 2019.

Everyone is a little more closer to how they look currently, also Kain's name was spelled with a "C" back then. Evie's adult form was meant to seem mysterious since she hides it.

Posted to DA January 26, 2023

Everyone is how they are now & they're human thanks to retcons/edits since the final movie did eventually come out so I fixed things

[fixtionvixen]

As a girl of the 90s, a lot of my favorite movies have never had the endings adult me craves. The 30 years later view where everyone is still together and the dogs still alive and we all are stupid happy. Watching Casper the other night led me down a path, wishing we could have the scene we all wanted. Casper as an adult, alive and well, with Kat in the big mansion and content to live out their days! I don't know that we will get there (or even if we did in some weird sequel I'm oblivious about existing) so I decided to do it myself. Happy Halloween you ghosts with the most!

Looking out across the dark sea of trees, Kat Harvey feels her bones ache. With fatigue, with the cold weather, with nostalgia and sadness. The mansion that her and her father moved into almost 30 years ago was still standing, just as she had left it when she went to college. Nothing really changed with it, the cobwebs still clung to the tall corners, it still smelled like earth and time, and the pictures hanging on the walls still boasted faces only the ghosts inside had seen.

Her father, James, still visited from time to time, smiling oddly at sections of the house where a part of their lives became a memory for him to look over later, playing out in his memory like a movie. Kat would look as well, expecting the scene to be real in front of her, almost real enough to touch. But after that night, 28 years ago today, she knew better than to believe anything stayed real for long. She still walks through the entryway and looks up, picturing her first kiss with him. The way the room fell away and her heart shimmered like snow on a sunny day. Her teenage heart was not prepared for the wrenching of emotions and the shocks of that day, to find out her dad was dead and brought back and the ghost she was slowly developing a crush on to become flesh. But November 1st, she woke with a quick rush, throwing her blankets aside and rushing out to the hall, only to find the mansion empty and hollow.

Searching room after room, it seemed the only things left in the house were... still living. No uncles. No laughter. No antics. Just creaky boards and rattling window glass. For years following, every halloween her and dad would dig out candles, bring out ouiji boards, do everything in their power to connect to the other side, to find their friends and ask what happened. Did they find what they needed to cross? Did they just leave and go someplace else? It's answers that never found a resolution and only left them with melted wax and a sad sense of abandonment.

So they did what they'd always done. James stayed there, leaving to chase down ghosts and dreams but always returning to the haunted mansion where Kat stayed, dreaming of a blonde haired boy who swept her off her feet. The older she got, the more in depth those dreams became. What was a dance and a kiss became a drawn out daydream where he came back, not as a ghost, but as a grown man. Where they could spend their time as they wanted, making her teenage heart sing and her young adult feelings something more tangible, something she could grab hold of. But she knew, these were only the desperate wishes of a lonely girl, who's best friend was a ghost until he was gone.

Sighing, she turns away from the window where she let her thoughts run free within the past, only to turn back as the flash of lights cut through the sky and into the window, startling her with their shine. She watches as a lone car, looking to be older than her, turns up the winding road to the mansion, sinking into the pot holes they've filled repeatedly and aways return, until it rumbles to a stop at her front steps, running idly as the driver sits unmoving from the car. She moves from the window, heading to the staircase, ears straining always to hear the slight giggles of her friendly ghost but only hearing her breaths as she hurries down the stairs to the door. Taking a few deep breaths upon reaching the doors, she prepares for everyone it could be. A lost traveler looking for directions. A murderer out to kill the lonely lady in the mansion. A friend from her school who knows she's back and decided to drive out to say hello. A client looking to see if she's followed in her father's footsteps (she has, somewhat, as a Professor of History that specializes in the Occult). But ghost stalking was for her father. Which is why it feels odd that as the car turns off on the other side of the doors and a car door shuts, the house seems to let out a sigh of contentment. As if the other side was relieved somehow.

With that weird feeling pushed aside, she swings open the door, greeting whoever is on the other side with a swift leave and never come back look, only to have the breath stolen from her lungs and her face to sink into utter shock. The man standing before her, hand raised to knock and similar shock on his face, seemed to her a distant memory, someone's she's seen across a room and kept in her mind or a man she swiped across on a dating app. Only he seemed.... more familiar. More like someone she had met. His wind tousled blonde locks fall across his face, cutting paths through the searing blue eyes staring into her brown ones. His appearance seemed relaxed, but the squint of his eyes and the tense stretch of his shoulders hunched forward as if against the cold portrayed a deeper reason he was on her doorstep.

Before she could open her mouth to ask for an answer, he stepped into the frame out of the cold, looking past her into the house and muttering to himself. Shocked, she swings the door into him, closing it almost onto his nose but leaving it cracked for them to converse.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

He squints at her, clearly debating what route to go, barge in and murder her or convince her nice side to let him in out of the elements. Deciding on the second, she assumes, he steps back with his hands raised and begins his explanation with the statement, "Hi. I'm Jasper... You'll think I'm crazy...."

She huffs out a laugh, the words on the tip of her tongue that she befriended a ghost and crazy is a relative term, when he finishes his sentence saying, "..... but I think I died here."

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The candle light flickers against the wall, complimenting the crackle of the fireplace in the study. Kats gaze does not waver from his pacing figure cutting across the rug with determined steps, as if being in motion will keep the questions at bay. After a brief battle of wills at the door, she had let him in and he hoped she wasn't planning to murder him for making one odd move that she isnt anticipating. She sighs, crossing her legs and trying to look like the authority figure she can be in front of a class, only this times she's not in a skirt and Oxfords but in holey sweatpants and house slippers complete with bunny ears and a missing eye. He hesitates, brain flying at a speed he cannot himself stop, knowing she is at the end of her patience with what must be a mad man in her house. A house he can all to clearly remember being a part of. Somehow saying that out loud will make it all the more real. But he is here now. He's made the choice to follow his inner thoughts and see where they lead. He just never thought that they'd lead him to her, messy hair that he wants to touch or the dainty, too polite smile on her face he can almost taste, and the visions of white dresses and dancing with her that seem to fill his vision.

As she braces her hands on the arm of the chair, prepared to launch herself forward to demand answers, he abruptly stops his pacing, eyes staring at the photos along the mantle. "The man in these photos, it's your father yes? A doctor of sorts... the commercials seem ages ago but I recall being as entranced then by his face as I find myself now." He turns to face her, sadly smiling at the tense way she holds herself on the couch, as if bracing for his insanity to peak and he launch himself at her.

He slowly makes his way towards the chair near her, not wanting to startle but ease her mind. He sits relaxed, staring into the flames, ready to begin his thoughts.

"I mentioned before that you'll think me crazy. And you just might. But I again implore you to hear me out. Let me purge myself of these memories and only once I'm done do I ask that then you decide what my problem is." He notices the curve of her mouth from the corner of his eye, glancing over to see it disappear and her to nod in his direction, giving him leeway to begin. He sighs, looking back into the flames, and sums up the last 30 years in as little words as he can.

"When I was a boy, my parents were never really home. We grew up a middle class, both parents working, always just enough to get by but never enough to be comfortable. But one summer, they took me to see a baseball game, the Brooklyn Dodgers. Now I was a kid, so the fact that there was $1 hot dogs was more interesting to me than the game. But we sat and ate and the sun seemed to make every blade of grass shiny. And two rows down sat a man with a jersey on that said Snyder. And to this day, my parents don't know how or where or why, but I was immediately upset that someone, somewhere, had my treasure. They consoled me, they tried talking to me, anything to figure out what I was wailing about. We had to leave the game I was so distraught. I cried myself to sleep in the back of the car, waking up later after dreaming of it. No pirate booty or piles of gold were my treasure. No. I was adamant I owned an autographed baseball signed by Duke Snyder from the Brooklyn Dodgers. It's all I talked about for days. I can still feel the joy of getting that ball for Christmas! But then I remember hiding it, taking care to put my ball and mitt in a chest so I could make sure no one could take my treasure.

After that, other things came back to me. The feeling of my lungs tightening late at night, every winter when the temperatures sunk below freezing. My hesitancy in participating in snow day activities, no matter how my friends begged or my parents pleaded for me to just get outside. Then I remembered people I no longer was around. Parents that didn't look like mine and a father who seemed always stressed and working. Uncles that were rough and loud and always nearby. A nice man who brought his daughter who became my friend. But then it all stops. I don't know anything of after. I've spent years researching and going to hypnosis and digging through archives, hell I even went to see a psychic to figure this out. And all things point to a very strong soul in reincarnation.

Which, as a Professor, I'm sure you can hear how ridiculous this all sounds. And I agree! I could almost convince myself I was going insane. Some childhood trauma I repressed had led me to having memories that were not my own. To having personality tendencies that felt like my own yet they were not. I fought it, I ignored it, until I finally just gave in. And upon doing that, it was as if I gave the universe the go ahead to lead me where it wanted. Outside of Tennessee, I found a psychic who could read past lives. Never one to believe but willing to follow my gut feeling, I went to her and was immediately overcome by this feeling of... happiness. She opened the door and immediately smiled, nodding to the center of my chest and saying, 'your soul is on a long journey isn't it.' She brought me in and explained her theory, reincarnation, and how my soul was given an opportunity to cross over many years ago but did not take it. And upon doing a great deed, was given the opportunity again but with a promise... that he'd be reunited with his friend one day. And that journey, well, it led me here."

He looks over at her, never brave enough the entire story to do so, only to find her face tear streaked and her body relaxed back into the chair, eyes watery and lips smiling, staring back at him as if she had only been waiting for this moment, for him to end the story and finally confess what the psychic told him months ago about the soul he keeps safe. He swallows thickly, gathering courage that she won't think him crazy or throw him out, and propels himself forward, out of the chair to squat beside her seat, leaning in close enough for his breath to tickle her hair and to smell her perfume. Her eyes go wide as she opens her mouth to ask the questions she has to have, when he shakes his head no to stop her. He takes a deep breath, relying on the advice of someone else to help him finally solve this puzzle, and says the last thing she told him, the phrase to help him find where he belongs. "Can I keep you?"

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1, 2, 8 for Odette and Smoke - Bestie Ness (I can't sleep)

1. what drew your character to their love interest and vice versa?

aside from the initial mini infatuation they experienced when they locked eyes with each other for the first time (i know. gross.)— odette was reclusive and seeing her in public in sun do was about as rare as seeing a snowball in hell, so smoke thought abt her a lot. wondered if he was ever gonna see her again after the first time. wondered if he would ever get to know what made her that way. wondered if he would ever get to know her, full stop, cs boy did he want to.

it took longer for odette cs she really leaned into her reclusiveness and didn’t care to talk to anyone new. she had her people, though few, and that was enough for her. but it was something abt how genuine smoke seemed to be, from her encounters with him and the lin kuei and even from other people. he was gentle, which wasn’t at all what she was expecting to hear abt him.

2. what was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their love interest? 

smoke mistook whatever it was that compelled him towards odette in the first place for love. he risked his life for her own, and got the shit beat out of him in the process, so yeah. he would think it’s love for a woman he hardly knows as a fresh adult. but he knows for SURE for sure later on when he knows her well and has for a long time. it was the people around them that made him realize it over time, there wasn’t really a specific moment.

for her, it was one of the times that he came to her doorstep, bloody and beaten near death. he could have gone anywhere else, somewhere infinitely more helpful to him than she would have been, but he chose to fall apart in her bathroom over all of the alternatives. it was a particularly bloody night, and she might have thought that he wouldn’t wake up the next morning. but he did. and she knew she was done for when he left and she hoped that he would get beaten up again some time soon so he would come back, cs it seemed that was the only times they saw each other.

8. what are their most prominent memories of each other?

odette remembers clear as crystal that first time smoke came into her home and was literally jumpscared by all the spiders. cs listen. he didn’t just walk through the door like a normal person. they were trying to keep their gestures thing under wraps from everyone so he SNUCK INTO HER HOUSE. and happened to land in the old master bedroom. which was her parents. and subsequently hasn’t been touched since they died. so of course he fell right into a literal spider pit and nearly jumped out of his skin. he had never seen that many spiders in one place. it makes her laugh to this day

smoke, on the other hand—the closet romantic that me and my friends have made him into— remembers so fondly the first wedding dress that odette had crafted for miss venera (belonging to @shellibisshe 🫶🏻) and how proud of it she was. he remembered her spinning the silk for it, sewing it together, cutting the fabric, lacing it, all of it. and the look that odette had when she was holding it up to him, finished, filled him with such mirth for this woman. he will never forget it.