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celestiaras · 3 months

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ surrounded by stone ]❜

ft. yu. q wilson x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while out exploring with wilson, you find yourselves trapped in a 1x1 hole with no tools to escape┊2.6k words

contains: smut!! switch wilson, reader┊takes place on a hardcore krisis server, reader is a member of krisis & shorter than wilson, minecraft mechanics, forced proximity & awkward sexual situations, begging & some teasing, mutual masturbation (fingering & handjobs), willy overthinking & being cute, implied polykrisis at the very end, his clothing actually might be innaccurate idk how all that works from the reference sheet, very very rushed ending

➤ author's note: i love this picture of willy, he looks so cute and shocked. i really went back and forth about how to go about this piece, but i hope that the finished product is okay!! this piece was long overdue and should have been finished months ago…

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ dedicated to the wonderful @vezalust, i didn’t forget!! i just struggled with motivation, but it’s finally done & i hope you’ll still enjoy despite how long it’s been since i promised it!!

“AHHHHHH FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ARE TOO CLOSE TO MY EARS FOR THIS!”

this was just supposed to be a simple adventuring trip to map out new territory and gather the necessary resources to progress through the world, but it all went horribly due to rotten luck. really, what are the chances of discovering three zombie spawners within a hundred blocks of each other? finding something like that would be next to impossible and would even be a great find for an experience farm if you were well-equipped, but unfortunately for you, it wasn’t as impossible as fighting off such a large wave of the undead. even if you two were heroes, you only had iron tools and partial armor and getting swarmed by the horde made combat extremely difficult. the rest was a blur, running around like headless chickens and blindly swinging at enemies that got too close while screaming various swear words.

by the time all of the action, you found yourselves trapped in a one-by-one crevice that wasn’t even tall enough for him to stand up straight, making him slouch so that he wouldn’t bump his head on the ceiling. since neither of you could get close enough to light up the dungeons, you resorted to digging into the side of the cave wall instead and wilson followed you as he placed blocks behind him to shut them out… except he wasn’t looking in your direction, continued until he backed up into you and realized that you were both stuck.

your tools were one block away from crumbling in your hands and you frantically began to search through your inventory, looking for something to fix your pickaxe with or to make a new one entirely, but it was just filled with treasures you gathered up to this point. truly, you were blinded by greed to collect new riches and completely forgot to grab extra essentials like wood. (although now that you think of it, you would need to break at least two blocks to place a crafting table and work on it, such an unimportant thing that is now inconceivable to get out of this cave.) “wilson… please tell me that you still have your pick on you…”

“so i… uh…” with how close you were to him, you could hear him gulp and shuffle around to tug on his collar. “i sort of freaked out and… threw it at a zombie… with my phone too… i don’t have any crafting materials either…”

your device lit up the dark space as you squinted and quickly sent the other two your coordinates, but it died in your hands before you could send the text explaining what happened. “well… it looks like we’re stuck here until vanta and zali wake up since it’s way past midnight,” you groaned. “we told them that we would be back in the morning, so they’ll probably figure out that we’re lost and will look for us then…”

the rough wall of stone was nothing if not uncomfortable to lean against, but you were barely a few inches away from the blonde with your hips still pressed together despite your best efforts to give the other a shred of personal space. it was getting uncomfortably warm from the shared body heat and you could only imagine how hot wilson must be getting in his hoodie, but the stifling silence was honestly a worse fate.

krisis have known each other for a little over a year and were one of the tightest-knit groups, yet here you and the hitman stood like complete strangers stuck in an elevator. it’s safe to say that neither of you could get a second of rest like this despite the long day of traversing uncharted lands, so this awkward position would remain until you two were saved. the idea of starting a conversation crossed your mind but was quickly crushed by the possibility of it falling off and making everything worse, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and sort through your inventory.

although it had only been a day, the loot piled up in your pockets was impressive now that you were properly tallying it up with stacks of iron and dozens of various gems of ores— this would certainly be able to gear the team to travel across the fiery nether once ready and might even help go towards finding the end portal. you could already picture the gang full-clad in shiny diamond armor with the slain ender dragon at your feet, but maybe you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. for now, building a proper home and creating the gateway to what was essentially hell would be massive accomplishments.

you paused for a moment when you felt wilson shuffling around and realized that his breathing had steadily been getting heavier. peeking over your inventory screen with eyes that were now more adjusted to the dark, you could faintly see him biting onto the thick fabric of his outerwear’s hood. he seemed to be trying to suppress himself in a way, but was struggling terribly and sweating like a sinner in church even though you two had been still for nearly an hour. you tilted your head in concern, “wilson… are you alright? did you injure yourself earlier?”

“i-i’m fine… just…” he let out a shaky breath, his ears burning with embarrassment as he hoped to whatever god there was out there that you haven’t noticed anything. “could you m-move your leg?”

“oh, sorry! wait, let me…” you tried your best to scoot away from him, but the space was so tight that there wasn’t anywhere to escape you. pushing your hand against the course-textured ceiling, an attempt was made to push yourself back from his personal space, but to no avail.

all this while, wilson felt like he was going to explode. yes, he didn't want to realize that he had a raging hard-on— who would be able to bear the humiliation when he couldn’t run away from the situation? however, oh god, your lack of awareness was going to be the death of him, he really needed you to stop unknowingly rubbing your thigh against his crotch and making the problem worse. he’s so fucked (as vanta would say, he’s so cooked that he’s fried a crispy golden brown). what kind of depraved pervert he is getting a boner from being so close to one of his friends— you were never going to talk to him again after this if you find out!

he didn’t want it to happen this way, he wanted to confess his feelings to you in a proper way like a gentleman and go on a few dates before hopping onto anything like this. to jump onto you like a dog in heat before you even know about his feelings was so humiliating and would definitely dash any of his hopes of ending up with you because of how pathetic he was, but he wasn’t in the right mindset to think any more than a minute into the future. “i-i’m sorry…”

before you could ask him what he was talking about, you felt him cup your face in his hands and pull you towards him for a hungry kiss. your eyes widened at the sudden action, feeling him kiss you like a parched man wandering a desert finding an oasis. once you felt the prominent bulge protruding from his pants, you didn’t cringe in disgust like a normal person but rather became dizzy with want. you didn’t start this with any sinful intentions, however, you certainly weren’t going to take it back and reject the advances of someone you’ve fancied since the very beginning.

his hands wandered around your body, tracing over your skin and leaning into your warmth as his tongue darted out to explore your mouth. you couldn’t see a thing, but it only heightened your other senses from the vague smell of his cologne mixed with sweat and the heat burning in his fingertips. it felt unreal, the lines of reality and dreams getting blurred with every passing second. you didn’t want it to end nor did you want him to stop, you just wanted him to ease the aching pain in your cunt and to kiss you like it meant everything to him.

it did mean everything to him, but he was just too horny to focus on the sentimentalities that he was robbing your first time together of in a lust-induced haze.

he parted his lips from yours first, resting his forehead on yours and trying to catch his breath, yet continuing to press kisses onto you in shorter, more frequent intervals. he held you so close to him, it was almost like he was about to implode if he didn’t have his way with you right now, pleading and whining like a little puppy for your permission to escalate the situation further to chase his own high and hopefully yours too. a simple nod would suffice, anything would suffice, and hearing your soft pleas was more than enough to knock over the already tipped scales.

in his rush, he didn’t even bother to try taking off your top. he would only pop off the buttons by accident and ruin the garment without light or night vision of any sort to see just how beautiful your naked-upper form was, so there wasn’t much reason to do so. he would just have to make do with his vivid imagination reinforced by his other senses until next time (if you decided that you would still associate with him after this, that is…), running his hand over your naked skin and gently groping your soft chest. he’s so clumsy in his movements, like a high school boy who is going through his first time with another, but it really just a result of nerves from his affection for you.

you grabbed his wrist to stop him in the act, making him flinch in worry that he did something wrong, but you led it to where you wanted him most. “please,” you breathed, “i know we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, but i need you now.”

oh, if only you could see the expression on his face, you would tease him so badly for it! he just had to blink a few times to process that and got to work, pulling down your pants along with your underwear to finally access your heat. his throat became dry as the overwhelming desire to have you on his mouth and to taste your arousal washed over him, but there wasn’t enough room for him to kneel even if your legs were tossed over his shoulders, so he could have to settle for the next best thing as he circled your clit with his thumb and adding more pressure when you asked him to press on it harder.

“mmhh, fuck…” you threw your head back at his fingers beginning to work you open, slow at first, but steadily became erratic as you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling onto him. he seemed so shy about doing this despite initiating all of this, but hearing your cute little moans of pleasure gave him more confidence about his actions. your hands slipped under the material of his hoodie and managed to find the zipper of his bodysuit, capturing the metal between your fingertips and undoing it before he could notice until the fabric fell a bit below his waist.

he isn’t very built and on the slimmer side since his job is more reliant on speed and agility rather than strength, but you felt as if it balanced the playing field for you to have an equal opportunity to dominate him as he could with you. you traced a line down his torso and pulled at the elastic of his boxers, his breath hitching as your wrapped your fingers around his throbbing cock and experimentally started to jerk him off. if he wasn’t already, he was now putty in your hands and immediately bucked his hips into your hand in an almost desperate state while the pace of his fingers faltered.

you couldn’t help but smirk at his state just from your touch and tease him for it, “god, you’re so needy— how long have you been waiting for something like this to happen?”

he couldn’t keep his voice still and kept stuttering, how could he sound any different when you were stroking him so sweetly like that? “i-i don’t even know—mmhh— it feels like f-forever…”

forever almost seemed to be laughable since it’s just been a year and a few months since you first met, but it really does feel like it’s been much longer than that. there’s always been chemistry between the two of you which was a bit stronger than the other members, one that always had you gravitating towards the other. you frequently got teased by vanta and zali over this special connection several times and had no doubt that wilson went through the same treatment, now realizing that they probably thought something like this where hidden affections boiled over should have happened earlier.

he was dripping so much that lube wasn’t even necessary, your hand able to slide up and down his cock with ease repeating the motions: massaging his shaft while running your thumb over the leaking tip and smiling whenever he let out a soft whine as the building pleasure released all over your hand. he would have been more embarrassed about climaxing so quickly and easily if he hadn’t already diverted his focus on making you do the same.

his fingers were still halfway inside of you from before, but you still gasped when he resumed his relentless pace like he had never stopped at all and igniting fire under your skin as you clung onto his shoulders. wilson isn’t the most experienced, but he quickly learns what feels best to you based on how loud you’re being: what makes you go quiet versus what makes you shudder and gasp until you finally gush on his fingers.

as the rush of euphoria reached it’s peak then began to settle, you briefly thanked this blocky world for not listening to the rules of your dimension and that this tiny little space somehow contained enough oxygen to last for forever seeing as both of you were completely out of breath. your bodies were sweaty and a bit overheated, but it somehow felt fine since it all happened with him. “let’s just… stay like this for a bit… i’m so tired, and this feels so nice,” you sighed as a spell of fatigue suddenly swept over the two of you, leaning into his chest and letting him wrap his arms around you while relishing in the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“so, uh… does this mean we’re dating now?” he no longer felt scared that his feelings would be unrequited, knowing that you felt same (he would have to ask later how long it’s been…).

“yeah,” you said without hesitation and placing a more loving kiss on his lips before falling asleep, “we are…” the two of you remained like that for long after the sun rose, not even realizing when your other two teammates exposed you to the light after digging you both up. it didn’t require a rocket scientist to figure out what happened over the past six hours based on the mostly nude state of your unconscious bodies, giving them a good chuckle, something to bully both of you eternally over, and a new awakening of desire that wanted to join in on the fun lit inside of them.

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agust28 · 8 months

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pairing leehan x reader WC 1918 Tags angst and fluff. everybody lived happily ever after no worries. such a drama queen (just like me 😭🙏) Notes can you tell i gave up at the end? i haven't slept in over 24 hours :D i feel like a zombie also i still haven't figured out the request button ugh MISTAKES EVERYWHERE SORRY

It was a cold and windy night as you sat on the bottom of the slide. The reason for you being out in such temperature with only a light sweatshirt and sweat was due to a huge fight with your boyfriend, Leehan. You two had been planning a small, simple date to catch up since there hadn’t been much communication between the two of you due to hectic schedules. You reminded him multiple times throughout the week, and each time he would reply, saying, 'I know, don't worry.' It wasn't easy to take time off from your job, especially during the weekend, so it was valid for you to be worried about making sure you both were on the same page.

Then comes the day of the date. You had woken up early, anticipating a message from Leehan, but no luck. You brushed it off, thinking he was just sleeping in. Two hours passed, and still nothing from him. It was nearing the time of your date, and you were already at the cafe you both decided to meet up at. You were starting to feel anxious, worrying if something had happened to him, and he wasn't just ditching you because he forgot. You sent numerous text messages asking where he was, hoping he'd reply. You gave up and decided to call him instead.

Your worry seemed to grow each time you got sent to voicemail and resorted to calling one of his members, hoping they had an answer about his whereabouts. You stumbled upon Sungho's contact first and waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” he's confused as to why you're calling since it's a rare occurrence.

“Sungho! I keep trying to reach Leehan, but he's not answering! Are you with him?”

“Uh, yeah, he's down in the cafeteria.” He's confused as to why you sound so worried and why Leehan hasn't responded to you. Your heart immediately plummets. He actually forgot your date.

“Y/n? You there?” Sungho's question brings you back to reality.

“Do you want me to get Leehan-” you cut him off. “No, it's alright!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, um, can you not mention any of this to Leehan? Please.” He ponders about whether or not he should obey your request or inform his friend.

“Please, Sungho? It's nothing to worry about; I was just a bit anxious.” Sungho sighs. “…Okay, I won't, but promise to fix whatever's going on between you two?” You let out a sigh of relief. “I will, don't worry.” You exchange goodbyes before hanging up. You stand outside the cafe just a little longer, thinking maybe this was all just some silly prank and your boyfriend is actually on his way. But you knew it wasn't, so you head home.

It's a few hours after the date gone wrong when Leehan shows up at your place. He enters your apartment thanks to the spare key you gave him a while back. He searches the living room looking for you to be lounging on the sofa or reading a book, but you're nowhere to be found. Leehan calls out for you, thinking you're probably in bed since it was late. And he was right because he enters your room and sees you cozied up under the sheets with your phone in hand.

“There you are! I called out for you.” You simply glance and go back to scrolling on TikTok, scoffing under your breath. You can't believe he had the audacity to come over after ditching you and ignoring all your attempts to contact him.

“Hello? Are you ignoring me?” he teases as he waves his hands trying to get your attention.

“What?” you ask aggravated, watching him laugh. As if there was anything to laugh about right now! His smile is immediately replaced with a frown. “Did I do something wrong?” his brows furrowed, trying to think what he could have done.

“Do you seriously not remember?” Your emotions are hitting all at once, and before you know it, there are tears running down your face. “I can't believe it,” you mutter and push past him. “What? Why are you crying? What's wrong?” he's panicking, trying to figure out what he's done to make you cry.

Before you can make it to the front door, he catches your wrist, and his heart clenches at the sight of your tears. You attempt to look down and rid your tears, but it's no use. “Our date? The one we've been planning for a whole week? The one I kept reminding you about!” you burst out in anger and sadness. His eyes immediately widen in realization.

“I can't believe you forgot! I tried calling you and texting you! You never answered! I was so worried something had happened, so I called Sungho just so he could tell me you were with him the entire time!” Sungho talked to you? And didn't even tell him?

“Do you know how embarrassing it was for people to come up and ask for a chair, and for me to say, ‘No sorry, it's for my boyfriend,’ just for my boyfriend not to show up!” he's trying to process everything and get some words out, but you immediately snatch your wrist back and try to make a run, but he throws himself between you and the door.

“Wait! Please let me explain!”

“No! Move!” you try shoving him, but no success. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please just wait!” You let out a frustrated cry, attempting one more time to shove him before giving up and turning your back to him. While you have your back turned, Leehan pulls out his phone with shaking hands, wondering why he wasn't aware of your calls. The blood drains from his face when he realizes his phone had been on DND. He turns it off, and instantly, all your notifications appear on his screen. He understands now why he didn't receive a good morning text like normal. He brushed it off, thinking you had a busy schedule and eventually forgot all about you. Instead, he immersed himself in his work, not bothering to check his phone at all. Until now.

By now, you've moved to the couch, head hung low, and shoulders shaking. Clear indication you're still crying over all this. He rushes to your side and tries to call out for you, hoping you'd give him a chance to explain, but you just shake your head no. You two sit there in silence, your sobs now subsided. He desperately wants to fix this but thinks you should speak first. That is if you even want to speak to him. He thinks maybe he should say something when you announce that you need space.

“Okay, I'll leave-” you cut him off. “No, I'm leaving. I- I need air.”

“Now? It's way too late for you! I'll leave; you stay,” he starts walking towards the door when you rush past him and make your way outside. “No, Leehan, I'm leaving!” you don't even give him a chance to explain before quickly disappearing.

You end up in a park late at night, slight regret seeping in due to the cold weather and eerie silence. But honestly, you're too consumed with your thoughts to really care. After gathering your thoughts, you realize now you may have overdone it with the dramatics and giving him no chance to explain. But it'd been so long since the two had an actual date and talked to each other other than the daily good mornings and 'have you eaten' messages. You were starting to get worried that the two of you were drifting apart, and sooner or later, Leehan would come to the conclusion that you guys were better off as friends than lovers.

Still in your thoughts, you fail to notice the footsteps coming your way. After you stormed off, Leehan mentally smacked himself for letting you leave in the cold late night and sprung into action. He got himself a blanket and beanies before bolting out the door. It took at least 10 minutes before he considered calling the police to start a search party for you when he spotted a familiar figure sitting all alone. He lets out a sigh of relief and rushes towards you.

“Hey,” a deep voice startles you, and you instantly get up, ready to make another run for it when you register that it was actually your boyfriend. You sit back down and turn your body away from him.

“You found me,” he hums and asks if he could sit. You shrug, which he takes as a yes, and drapes the blanket over you. You let him because honestly, you were two seconds away from becoming a statue. You're internally scolding yourself for leaving in such flimsy clothing when he speaks.

“I'm so sorry for forgetting our date. I promise I didn't ignore you on purpose. My phone was on DND, and I didn't notice, I swear. I wondered why I didn't get a good morning text from you, but I brushed it off thinking work was holding you up. I didn't want to bother you, so I let it go and eventually forgot all about it once I was called to the studio. I haven't checked my phone all day, I swear!” He glances over to you, wanting your reaction, but you're still turned around.

“I- I'm sorry; I know none of that excuses me missing our date, but I just want you to know I didn't ignore you on purpose. I love you; I would never do that,” his voice turns into a whisper towards the end due to the built-up emotions he didn't know he had. “Y/n, say something, please,” he begs with tears starting to form.

You try to stand your ground and toughen up, but your body betrays you, and before you know it, you're sobbing again. Leehan rushes to wrap his arms around you, and you let him because it feels like it's been eternity since you've held each other. You end up on his lap with the blanket wrapped around you both and his hands running through your hair to calm your sobs.

“You wanna talk about it?” he breaks the silence, and you want to shake your head no, but you know you can't avoid this forever. This time you break the silence and get out everything that's been bottling up inside of you. He stares at you dumbfounded, wondering how long you had been holding that in. Guilt fills his mind just imagining you having doubts about your relationship. He internally scolds himself for not noticing any of this sooner. Tears start to form again as you take in his dumbfounded face for something else.

“Oh no! You really are gonna break up with me, aren't you!” that brings him back to you and rushes to deny such a horrible claim.

“No, we are not breaking up! Stop thinking that.” he continues to soothe you before a gust of wind reminds him that they are still outside in the freezing cold.

“Let's go inside and talk about this,” he gently whispers and gets up carrying you back home. Once you're settled inside and warmed up, you discuss all the doubts and worries about your relationship while Leehan reassures you that nothing will break you apart. Although it'll take a while to get your relationship back to how it was before, it's all worth it if you have each other.

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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❝𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

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{𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫}

when chris cares about someone he will go to the end of the earth to make sure they’re okay. sure he can be goofy and childlike but he’s got a heart of gold, wanting to make sure everyone is taken care of before himself. that’s what i love about him, which is why he was the first one to notice i was sick.

the triplets and i had planned to go to the flea market in town at 2 but when chris hadn’t hear from me by 1:30 he called me to make sure i didn’t forget.

“hey are you ready yet? we’re leaving soon”

“hi uh no i woke up this morning feeling like i’ve been run over by multiple trains i feel like shit so not i can’t go” i croak.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier? i could have come by”

“i slept like crap because everything hurts to move and breathe so i stayed in bed hoping i’d fall asleep and that you guys would forget about the flea market because i felt bad for ruining the plans”

“forget the flea market it’s literally every week you don’t need to feel bad. you come first. i’m coming over and no i don’t care if i get sick i drink so many Pepsi’s a day if that hasn’t done anything to me getting a cold is nothing. i’m coming over whether you like it or not”

“fine. can you please tell matt and nick i’m sorry and that i’ll make it up to them. they are so excited for us to go”

“you don’t have to apologize i’ll tell them your sick, they’ll understand. they can still go if they want”

“if you say so. doors locked so use your key i’m gonna try to sleep” my voice trails off.

“i’ll see you soon i just gotta do a few things first, get some sleep”

chris pov:

2:23pm

walking upstairs i find matt on the sofa ready to leave.

“i just called y/n to see if she was ready but she got called into work someone didn’t show up for their shift. she said to tell you guys she’s sorry she didn’t tell us earlier her morning was hectic trying to leave last minute, she felt bad”

“that’s okay we can go next week. did you and nick wanna still go?”

“i’d rather wait til we all can go. if that’s cool?”

“of course, i’ll let nick know”

while matt heads upstairs to talk to nick i sit on the couch and think about what excuse i can make to get out of the house without them coming. sending a text in our groupchat i send an excuse.

i’m gonna go shoot some more photos for the new fresh love drop with brandon (aka gwhip333)

cool, you need a ride?

nah i’m good i can uber

when they model each others brand 😩

bro you’re weird

i’ll probably be back later tonight we’ll probably order food so don’t worry about me

we always worry about you, you’re a very concerning person

aw under that cold exterior you care about me, how sweet. i’m leaving

and with that i was on my way to her house without nick and matt knowing. i didn’t tell them because i know she hates being the center of attention and the last thing she wants is for 3 people to loom over her making sure she’s okay. so i’m going alone.

readers pov:

the rustling in the kitchen causes me to wake up for a second before realizing it’s probably chris, a burglar would make more of an attempt to be quiet. pulling my duvet up to my chin, i’m out like a light. i’m gently woken by chris. he knows better than anyone to wake me up gently and carefully.

he learned that the hard way.

he walked in my room one day, climbed in my bed, and made himself comfortable. being a fairly heavy sleeper, i didn’t hear or feel him come in. i rolled over in my sleep, i was met with a body. my natural instinct, in my half asleep state, was to smack and flail at whatever was in my reach. which happened to be chris’ face. hearing i’m yelp and call my name i woke up in seconds.

“what the fuck chris?! why would you sneak in here when i’m sleeping are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“i was gonna wake you up in few minutes, you just looked so peaceful i didn’t want to disturb you, i didn’t know trying to be nice was gonna get me bitch smacked” he grumbled.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you i was scared” my voice small, yet filled with guilt and concern. “you can’t sneak up on me like that”

“i should have expected that to happen” he laughed.

sitting up, i grab ahold of his chin gently turning it to the side i smacked.

a sad sigh escapes my lips “i left a mark” i frown.

“don’t worry about it it doesn’t hurt, i kinda deserved it” he reassures me.

“you kinda did” i laughed.

so now chris knows to not be so silent when waking me up. he sits beside me on my bed and starts quietly talking to me, slowly getting a little louder when he sees me stir. like a feather, his fingers delicately graze my cheeks, making their way to my knotted hair, tucking the stray, sweat soaked pieces out of my face.

my eyes flutter open, promptly squeezing shut as the brightness hits my eyes. groaning, for multiple reasons; being woken up, the brightness, and suddenly feeling all the aches and pains. i nudge my head towards chris’ hand on my cheek, enjoying his warmth and touch.

“well hello you ball of germs” he lovingly joked.

all i can do is glare at him however pain and misery are evident in my appearance. my forehead creased from the crushing pressure in my head, my limbs tight and scrunched from the aches and pains shooting through my body, and a frown replacing my usual smile.

“i’m not gonna bother asking how you feel because i already know the answer so i’ll skip to is there anything i can do for you?”

“i don’t know. uh maybe the heat pack? everything hurts so much” i tear up.

with a swipe of my stray tears and a quick "I'll be right back" he's off scouring my apartment. within minutes he’s back, plugging in the heat pack before getting in bed and leaning against the headboard. not only did he come back with the heat pack, he also came bearing a CVS bag.

“okay i’ve got cold meds, cough lozenges, fuzzy socks because i know you love them, your favorite soup, voltaren to put on where your achey, fruit snacks to munch on, tissues obviously, and this little penguin stuffy i couldn’t leave with out it” he explains in a hushed tone.

“thank you chris, you didn’t have to”

“i know but i wanted to, i wanna take care of you. you’re always there for me so whatever you need i’m here. now come cuddle you need sleep”

snuggling up to chris with my head on his chest and my arm draped across his body clutching his shirt. he wraps his arms securely around me. one hand holding the heat pack against my back and the other massaging my scalp, both helping my headache and making me sleepy.

i wake up confused when chris isn’t beside me but the rattling and banging in the kitchen answered any questions i had. slowly but surely i make my way to the bathroom. as i’m leaving i hear my phone ding. a text from matt reads,

hey kid how’s it going? i know you were looking forward to the flea market we’ll all go next week

i’m slowly rotting away in bed i feel like i’ve been run over been a bus. you guys could have gone without me but thank you for waiting to go with me

3rd person pov:

it’s then that matt realizes he’s been told 2 different stories. chris said y/n couldn’t go because she got called into work and y/n just told him she’s sick. immediately he knows who’s telling the truth because y/n wouldn’t lie, she’s too honest for her own good. not mentioning this mix up to y/n he tells her he hopes she feels better and to call him if she needs anything.

matt can’t help but smirk. he caught his younger brother in a lie that showed him everything he needed to know to confirm his suspicions. matt knew from the start that something was off with chris’ story because brandon was in NY for the week. both matt and nick knew something weird was going on but they needed chris to get himself caught in a lie to know if they were right.

chris’ pov:

i stood over the counter carefully watching the soup cook not wanting to burn it. just as i turn the heat down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s a text from nick,

how’s shooting going? matt and i miss brandon tell him we need to hang out together soon

my breath hitches, i need to keep my lie going.

good these are turning out dope i can’t wait to see the final version. he was just saying that earlier we’ll plan something

your pov:

i muster up the energy to take a shower and wash my hair just not to the extent to normal would. over the sound of the cascading water i think i heard a knock but it’s heard to tell. it could be chris destroying my kitchen.

i get changed into one of chris’ hoodies i borrowed a while ago and never gave back and a pair of sweats. towel drying my hair i try to soak up as much water as i can, hating hating the feeling of wet hair. feeling my stomach grumble i follow the smell of soup to the kitchen only to be met with nick and matt sitting across from chris having some silent triplet conversation.

“hi what’s going on?” my voice hoarse.

chris’ pov:

sitting atop the counter beside the stove so i can keep an eye on the soup, i play games on my phone waiting for y/n to finish in the shower. a soft knock on the front door catches my attention. opening the front door, assuming it was a delivery driver dropping off a package, i’m surprised to see matt and nick. i probably look just as confused as they do. they make their way in and we settle on the couch, i feel like a kid about to get in trouble.

“dude why’d you make up a lie you could have told us you were coming to take care of her which might i add is a very boyfriend thing to do”

“i just- i wanted to come and take care of her, that’s not a boyfriend thing it’s called i care about her, i want to make sure she’s okay and that i can help her out if she needs it”

“yeah sure whatever but alone? that’s the weird part. why can’t you just admit you like her?”

“okay fine i do! i wanted to hang out with her without you buffoons there. i want to take care of her, make sure she’s okay. i love seeing this soft, gentle, affectionate side of her. i love being the first person she calls when she wants help or is having a bad day and just wants my company.i love being with her and these moments don’t happen when you bozos interfere”

“we already knew your undying love for her. the way you drop everything when it comes to her. your heart eyes are so obvious. how affectionate, gentle, and calm you are with her. you know when we’re out in a group or crowd i always catch you searching for her, smiling when you spot her, knowing she’s safe. when she’s around, she’s the only person in the room to you”

a little stunned that he knew all that but i kinda expected that from him. i have nothing to say so i just nod, agreeing with him.

the creaking floor board directs my attention to the stairs, y/n’s come up for lunch. matt, nick, and i look back and forth between each other. i know they’re wanting me to say something to her about how i feel but now isn’t the time.

“hi what’s going on?” her voice is scratchy.

nick and matt say their hellos as i get up leaving to talk to each other while i go meet y/n in the kitchen.

“how ya feeling? did the shower help?”

“a little, i’m still achey and in pain, my head hurts, and i’m tired. can you come cuddle?”

her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, silently pleading, i can’t say no to that. “here, go have some soup in bed and i’ll be there in a second okay?”

your pov:

i carefully take the warm bowl of soup downstairs to my bed, eating it while i wait for chris. 5 minutes later, my door slowly cracks open to reveal chris with a soft smile adorning his face.

“i’m all yours now. let’s cuddle but first let me put the voltaren on that’ll help your aches. where’s it hurt?”

“um uh my-my back and neck mainly” i stumble over my words knowing you’ll be putting it on my back. very intimate action.

laying on my stomach without my head to the side, duvet cover pulled back, chris sits beside me pulling my oversized shirt up so he can access my back and starts putting the lotion on. once he’s done he makes his way under the covers letting me rest my head on his chest. his cologne brings me comfort just like the feeling of my hand gently massaging my back as he holds me.

“thank you for taking care of me. you’re so good to me.” no one has ever cared for me the way chris does. he’s shown me what it’s like to be loved.

“i’d do anything for you, you know that. i love taking care of you, moments like this are my favorite. now get some sleep i’m not going anywhere.

“i love you”

“i love you sweet girl”

little did they both know, they actually meant it.

thank you @abbie13sworld for giving me this request

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#sturniolo triplets #she/her reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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earthtoharlow · 7 months

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Faux Love

This was supposed to be easy, right? Pretending to be in love with my best friend, just to satisfy our families’ constant nagging about us getting together. After all, we know each other inside out, every quirk, every flaw. We could easily slip into the roles of a couple without missing a beat.

But as we share knowing glances and laugh at each other’s jokes, I realize that our friendship has always been the foundation of something deeper. It’s as though the love was already there, quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself….

“Hi, can I get a venti, half-caff, non-fat, extra-hot, caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla syrup, please?” Jean asked, pulling out her wallet for some cash.

“Name?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Jean Louise.” She replied, handing him her cash.

He shook his head at her before nodding behind her. “It’s already been taken care of.”

She followed his line of…head nodding and saw the gentleman who paid for her drink. The man was tall, hair was cut into a mullet. A curly one at that. He wasn’t looking her way but the way he was smirking and pretending to flip through a magazine, confirmed he was the one who paid for the drink.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake as she stood by the counter to wait for her drink.

Jean ignored his hand and began texting on her phone. She responded without looking up at him. “Jack? That’s kind of boring, don’t you think”

Jack grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her comment. “Actually, it’s short for Jackman,” he corrected her with a playful tone.

“Jackman? Now that’s more interesting,” Jean replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“So, Jean Louise… would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Jack drawled, Kentucky accent coming out full force.

Jean stared at him for a moment, really taking him in. She first noticed his lazy eye that she couldn’t help but find endearing. He stood in front of her nervously running a hand through his interesting looking curly mullet. He was attractive, very attractive.

“The hottest tea we have for Jack!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

Jean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he grabbed his tea and took a small sip. Jack smirked before holding the tea out, offering some to her.

“No, thank you.” Jean laughed, pushing his hand away.

“What time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked with a big smile as he leaned against the counter.

That damned smile.

“A very complicated order for Jean Louise!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

“Ok, Jackman.” Jean said, grabbing her drink and a napkin. “If you can find out where I live, then you can take me out at 7pm. Thanks for the drink!”

Was Jean being kinda rude? Probably but she was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship. And she wasn't a big fan of one night stands. She was 26 for crying out loud! She was done with that. Jack was very attractive though…

***

It was around 6:30 when Jean heard her buzzer go off by the front door, she sighed as she had just sat down on her couch, getting ready to rewatch Gossip Girl for the 20th time.

“Yes?” She called out pressing the button.

“Uh, it’s Jack!”

“Jack who?”

“Man? Jackman, I mean. I know I’m a little early but I gave myself extra time just in case I got lost. I’ve actually been driving around since 6:15 but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo for arriving so early.” He rambled against the speakers.

“How the hell did you find my location?!”

“You were in such a rush to leave that you left your wallet at the cafe, so being a good samaritan I opened it to find your address and return it. Also, are you going to let me in? It’s starting to rain.”

Jean was too shocked to do anything but buzz him in. She then ran down the hall to her bedroom to find something to wear.

She wanted something that said “I’m not a whore, but I’m not a virgin either.” Not that she planned on having sex with Jack. She was actually going to tell him that they should just be friends, after enjoying this free meal.

She threw on a little black dress, because you can never go wrong with that. And began quickly applying on makeup so that she looked alive.

Jean ignored the knock on the door, Jack could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t until she heard thunder that she decided to go open the door.

When she opened the door, Jack stood there with that damned smile holding out her wallet for her to grab. Jean grabbed her wallet before walking back to her closet to find some heels to wear.

“So, where are you taking me? I’m starving!”

***

As Jean sat across from Jack at a private bistro, she couldn’t help the feeling of skepticism creeping into her mind. Jack was charming, and everything was going too well. He was different, refreshingly so. She felt more comfortable with Jack than she had with any guy before. Jack seemed to genuinely care about what she had to say. It was weird.

“So, your name?” Jack questioned as he offered Jean a helping of his pasta. Jean opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Yeah, my mom was really big into literature. Her favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. My brother's name is Radley.” Jean explained tracing a finger around her glass.

“I love that, hm I’ve never met a Scout before.”

“Well, Jackman. I can guarantee I’ll be your favorite.”

With each passing moment, Jean found herself slowly lowering her guard, allowing herself to enjoy the conversation and appreciate Jack's genuine interest in getting to know her.

After spending the rest of the night talking, Jack dropped Jean back home, walking her to the front door. What shocked Jean the most was that he didn’t lean in for a kiss or ask to come inside. He just said goodnight with a hug.

Maybe she judged Jack Harlow too soon. Of course she knew who he was. He might as well be the mayor of Kentucky. He was nice and seemed like a genuinely good person.

It was a shame she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now.

***

AN: New Series!!!! Let me know your thoughts 💋

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow reader #fake dating #fake dating fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic #Jack Harlow oc #faux love

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year

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#369

“Hey boy. Come here. I know I told you to stop following me around. I didn’t mean it. Shh shh. No, stay here. Nobody is nearby, so we can talk… for now. Sorry I got nervous back there. I usually don’t mess around when my wife was twenty or thirty feet away. But damn, you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cock while I was pissing at the urinal. It’s been a long time, and I couldn’t resist getting a fag on my dick. And damn you did a good job. You know, I’m just going to say this. I want more….

“You live around here?... That close? So, you probably walked here? Can’t say I blame ya with this parking nightmare. You live alone?... Good.

“Hold on. I need to text my wife…

“OK. Look. It’s been years since I used a fag. And a decade or two since I really used a fag and used them hard core. Lubbock doesn’t have much of a gay scene. Finding a fag wanting to throat me, that just doesn’t happen anymore ever since I stopped going to Mackenzie Park a few years ago. I went for a blowjob, and walked in on a cop arresting a fag for cruising. Haven’t gone back since.

“Wait a minute, didn’t you used to go to the park?... You were one of my favorites…. Oh you remember? Wait a minute… Wait a minute… Is that why you were following me around the flea market?... Oh that’s too much. I remember I used to skull fuck you, and you begged for more…. I forgot just how wild you queers can be.

“Back when I was in the Corps—oh man—whenever I had leave, I would drive up from San Diego to Los Angeles. I would go to this sex club in my service uniform. The fags there would see me and throw themselves at my feet. I learned early on that you fags are into some twisted shit. I really got into just how depraved how fags would get just to serve a Marine in uniform.

“How about you? You into twisted shit?... I know you like to get skull fucked, but I’m talking about sweat and piss and spit. Discipline and worship. Shit like that.

“Good. Good. When you were on your knees in the toilet begging to drink ‘Daddy’s load,’ I could tell it was natural role for you, just as it was easy for me to slip into that alpha supremacy role.

“…Good news. My wife text me back. She’s going to be shopping for a few more hours. I told her that I’ll be back to pick her up when she’s done. So let’s go back to your place. Get in.

“You will direct me where to go…. What’s your name, son?... Lachlan. Nice name. I like ‘Faggot.’ That sounds better. I’m ‘Sir’ to you. No, keep calling me ‘Daddy.’ I like that…. Which way?

“Slide over here next to me. Snuggle up next to your dad. Oh man. You naturally fit there, son. Go ahead, let your hand run where it wants to. You’ll see what grade-A 100% Texas masculine beef feels like.

“Son, which house is yours?... Uh, I kinda like ‘Son’ over ‘Faggot’ for your name.

“Ok. When we go in, you are to strip naked for me. You understand that son? Do you have any whisky? Good. Pour me a double over ice. Lead the way.

“…Nice place. Good thing you live alone?... You should be stripping…. And my whisky?... I’ll be here getting my Corona Gorda cigar going….

“…Mmmm. Fuck. Set the glass down there…. Before you get down on your hands and knees, let me see your naked body. Turn around. Mmmmm, nice ass. I’m looking forward to cunting it in a bit. Since I shot a load in your belly already at the Flea Market, my second load will take some time. I can go for hours.

“But first, this bull daddy is going to enjoy a cigar and whisky. And you can begin your worship of me. Lick them boots.

“Fuck yeah. Let me tell you how to lick a man’s boot. Your tongue needs to travel over every square inch. At no time should your tongue detach from my boot for more than a second. I should also feel tongue pressure pretty much all the time. When you lick the sole, look up at me. Nothing gets me boned up like seeing a faggot connect with this superior while doing something so submissive.

“Fuck, I miss this. Before moving back to Texas, I used to own this faggot from Irvine that I met at that sex club. He was on the way home from work. I would walk through his front door. He would have a cigar and ice-cold Scotch waiting for me. He would be on all fours waiting. I would kick back and kick him and fuck him and use him. When I moved back to Lubbock, I tried to get him to move out here to be my fag on the side.

“Move to the other boot.

“You interested in that? You want to be my fag? You know what? You are a faggot through and through. Let me say that again. You want to be my son, Son?

“Good. I may be 55, but I have the sex drive of a 15-year-old. Expect to be used two or three times a week. Who am I kidding, at least for the near future, I will be over here every day to drain my balls.

“You do realize that you are submitting to my control and ownership. No more other men for you, at least not unless I order you to. Now, I’m not going to give up other fags for you, not that I have many faggots to pick from.

“You also need to understand, I ain’t leaving my wife. Not now. Not ever. It would be very wise for you to never to mention her.

“Do you have sex furniture of any type? Sling, fuck bench, rimseat? No. What about restraints, dildoes, and so on? No. What kind of faggot are you?

“Ha! Just teasing you there. Next week I need to go to Dallas for an overnight. You will come with me and be my bitch for the trip. We need to buy some toys. A fuck bench, a rimseat—you do eat ass right?

“You better. Your tongue is going to be very intimate with my shithole. That is the only thing that goes into my hole. Don’t you ever try anything else.

“We’ll also get some restraints, gags, and so on. Whips and… You ever been beaten? No? Well good. I finally get something to break you in. You’ll be living under Daddy’s belt and whip. I broke in the fag back in Irvine. He loved it.

“I need to get my whips out of storage, if I still even have it. I’m going to do one hell of a number to your ass.

“…Did you just say ‘Thank you Sir’?

“Help me take these boots off…. Pants too…. I want a relaxing blowjob.

“…Ahhh that’s better. Get up here, son, and give your daddy a kiss…. Not a peck like that. Here… That’s how you kiss, with lots of tongue. Taste the cigar? That’s how a real man from Texas tastes.

“Give me some head. I was going to belt and fuck your ass, but I think I’m going to just chill here…. Your mouth feels real good. Keep sucking until I tell you to stop. If I should fall asleep, keep sucking. If I have to piss, I won’t warn you, just drink it.

“Son, I’m glad you stalked me earlier. This is going to be good. I know it is.”

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cod-dump · 1 year

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I just had a conversation with a friend about ghosting. I didn't knew that, however until way later. She was like "oh yeah I have him saved as casper, because he is a ghost"

So naturally my mind went "ehehehehe new Nickname unlocked"

She got mad because "Ghost would only ghost horrible people and wouldn't get called Casper".

I disagree. Soap would so jump at any opportunity to do so. At the risk of his live.

Ghost, as Soap would come to discover, had a habit of leaving people on read. Not only that but he also likes to ignore some people for months before bothering to reply with the driest text known to mankind. Soap was no stranger to this yet he wasn’t bothered by it. He even gave Ghost a nickname!

Soap and Gaz were relaxing in the rec room when Soap had gotten a text.

“Uh, who’s ‘Casper’?”

Soap stops his channel surfing and grins, “He finally replied!”

Soap grabs his phone and pulls up the messages between him and ‘Casper’. Gaz leaned over and watched him reply, reading the messages that he could see.

“‘LT’? He’s a lieutenant— No… you didn’t-“

“I did,” Soap said smugly.

“Soap, Ghost will kill you if he sees that stupid name!”

“Oh please, he won’t do anything!”

“Suds… you sweet, oblivious thing.”

Soap just rolled his eyes at that and went about his day. Months would go by and Ghost would continue to ignore his texts days at a time before finally replying. Soap hasn’t given his nickname a second thought. One night he saw Ghost disappear around a corner and giggled.

“Casper’s haunting the halls. How cute.”

Unknown to Soap, a rookie heard him say that. And soon, Soap’s nickname for Ghost spread through the base like a wildfire. Soon everyone was calling Ghost ‘Casper’ behind his back. Ghost, of course, know about it and was pissed. But he never came after Soap, which meant he didn’t know Soap was at fault.

They were sitting in a briefing when Price did the unthinkable.

“What’s your thoughts, Casper?”

The rage in Ghost’s eyes made Soap sweat. Gaz sent him a text as Price and Ghost stared each other down.

Kyle: You’re so dead

Soap glared at Gaz who just looked at his paperwork innocently. Ghost had stormed out of the briefing as soon as it was over, Soap wondering how he was going to get out of this alive if the guy somehow figured out what he had done. He would probably have to go into hiding in order to stay alive. And he wouldn’t be able to stay in one place, he would have to relocate probably every month to keep Ghost at bay.

I’m so dead.

One day, Soap had misplaced his phone. He couldn’t figure out where he left it. He had searched the entirety of his room, the meeting room, rec room, gym— He couldn’t find it anywhere. Then he remembered that he was in Ghost’s office for a bit. So Soap went there to check. He knocked, only feeling fear when he heard Ghost growl from the other side.

“Who is it?”

“Soap, LT.”

Soap should’ve run but he didn’t think of that until the door was already open. Ghost stared down at him, a fire in his eyes. Soap gulped and forced a smile.

“H-Hey, LT. Di-Did I le-leave my phone here?”

Ghost grabbed the front of his shirt in response and dragged him into the office.

“You did. I know that because I tried calling you.”

Soap’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“A-Ah…”

“You know what else I know?”

Soap backed up until his ass hit the edge of Ghost’s desk. Ghost stood right next to him, glaring down at him. Ghost fishes out his phone from his pocket and calls Soap, his missing phone ringing from on the desk. Soap turned his head to see the caller ID mocking him.

Casper is calling…

“Oh fuck…”

Ghost grabs Soap and pins him to the desk.

“It’ll take more than that to get you out of this alive.”

Soap swallows, “Like w-what?”

Soap would soon wish he didn’t ask that.

#casper the not so friendly ghost #what happened to soap? idk. what do you think happened to him?#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic

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cottondo · 1 year

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Fizzarolli x reader | black lace

chapter three ; glitter

When you first got the phone call from Ozzie's, you hadn't expected it. And you definitely weren't expecting the one to call you to actually be Fizzarolli. You told your manager at Loo Loo Land that you had to go home early because of an 'emergency'. He didn't care, so you left early anyway.

With the fact that you were going to be ON STAGE, NEXT TO FIZZ, you had to make sure that you looked good. Your hair was done up, makeup on point, and your outfit was sexy. Even if you were going to be changed into something else for the stage, you wanted to make sure that Fizz saw you in the hottest state you could possibly be in.

Your phone screen lit up, and you saw the text glowing on the lock screen.

[ UNKNOWN NUMBER ] :

— It's fizz. You here yet?

Your heart skipped a beat, and your excitement returned. He texted you. Fizzarolli fucking texted you!

You smile, bringing the phone up to your face and typed back,

TO: [ UNKNOWN NUMBER ]

— at the doors

The bright blue sign buzzed above you, shining the name of the man held responsible for the club. When you walked inside, it was loud. Glasses clinked together, demons and imps chat at their tables, and even some music was playing overhead. Your steps were timid, yet, there was a way that you held yourself, that still made you look confident.

Your gaze skipped across the room, until it landed right on Fizz. He was looking around the room, eyes curious. You came to realize that . . he didn't know what you looked like.

How the hell was he supposed to find you?

This left some ideas running through your mind, but you figured playing it cool would be best. As much as you wanted to run up to him, and tackle him to the floor in kisses, it wasn't ideal. He'd probably kick your ass out as fast as he could.

You put on the most confident smirk you can, and walked up to him with ease. Using a finger, you tap on his shoulder and hold back the excitement growing in the pit of your stomach. "How were you supposed to know who to look for, if you don't know what I look like~?" You tease, leaning over to his shoulder.

He turned around, first glancing to what touched his shoulder. After finding out it was a hand— his eyes quickly followed up your arm, and to your face, eyes widening. "Oh- - shit." He stumbled back one step, and while being wide eyed, checked you out. "You're the one I called in?"

You nod. The smile wasn't able to hold back any longer, and breaks through your little confidence act. He nods, giving you another look up and down. "Good choice on my end. You're gonna be getting us lots of attention tonight."

If you could have, you'd faint. You held yourself together, though, and laughed instead. "That 'a good thing?" You tease.

He smirks a bit, hand on his hip. "Oh yeah. Kid, I'm almost sorry I tossed out your application."

Shit. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered, or kind of mad about that. You shrug instead, thinking of a better comeback. "I am too."

He eases into a weaker smile, and nudges you to follow him. "So, what the hell are you doing working at Loo Loo Land? I went through your resume again tonight after fishing it out of the garbage, and . . yeah. Y'know, I'm still looking for the fucker that burned that place down."

You walk beside him, noticing as he picks up the pace through some of the crowd. The clientele was staring at you both.

He really didn't have to rub it in your face that he clearly didn't want to pick you for the job tonight. However, it was done, and he did. So that's all that mattered now.

"Oh, that place. Uh, I'm actually the tech for . . your robot double. Apparently the managers over there worked pretty fast to get the place back up and running. It was under construction for a while." It was almost embarrassing to admit it to him, but working on his double might come off as weird. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late.

Fizz almost tripped, catching your eye and frowning with a hint of concern. "What?" A short laugh breaks through his words, "So, you've got the experience with me, then, huh?" He snickers.

You decide to laugh along with him and nod. "I guess you could say that."

"Great, I'm sure you're already sick of seeing my face, then." He rolls his eyes playfully, and pushes open a door to the employee rooms for you. You sneak past him under his arm, and smile. "Pshh . . only a little bit." The smirk from over your shoulder caused him to tilt his head to the side and smile back. "I figured."

He guides you down the hallway, up to a room with his name on it. You glance it over once before he steps inside, nudging for you to follow. The door shuts behind you, and you take a quick look around. Different outfits, props, ash trays, and other objects, lay around the room in an organized fashion. It smells like cologne, and smoke.

You absolutely adore it.

"So, here's the deal." Fizzarolli snaps his fingers, and it brings you out of the trance you've been in. "You're going to be my show girl! I'm gonna throw flaming arrows at you, and you're going to do your best to not get hit."

Suddenly, your eyes widen a bit. "Really-?"

"It'll be a piece of cake, doll. Don't worry." His hand waves you off, arm ribbed and bending freely. Fizz turns his back to you, and digs through a cardboard box situated on the floor. You watch nervously as he pulls out an outfit similar to his. Except . . it was a two piece. You'd be sporting his colorful stripes, only it was a tight fitting, two piece, that showed lots of skin. Hot.

"Change into that, and you'll be good to go." He shoves it into your hands. When you felt his fingers touch yours, you ignore all the worry and focus on him instead.

"Okay, cool. Should I find a bathroom or—"

"This is a dressing room, honey. You're gonna have to get used to demons staring at your ass. I'm not looking, don't worry." You catch him rolling his eyes, facing away from you to work on something else.

'Wish you were.' You think to yourself.

You idle there for a quick moment, and bite your bottom lip. "Okay."

Stepping back a few feet, you look around in the darkness of the corner, and slip off your bottoms, holding up the new outfit you'd been chosen to wear. "So, aren't we supposed to practice the act or whatever?" You ask, slipping into the new cheeky shorts. You pull them up and over your hips, and button the high waist.

"Yeah, scratch that." Fizz looks himself over in the mirror, catching your gaze for a split second. Noticing your eyes, he looks away again. "Too many people got here early tonight. I wasn't expecting that to happen. You must be a bad luck charm."

That made something sink in the pit of your stomach, but you brush it off as just a joke. "Nah, I'm the best damn good luck charm you'll ever get." You smirk at his reflection in the mirror and begin to take your top off.

He shrugs, looking away again. "Call yourself what you want, I guess. At least you're doing good for my robot double. I mean, I've heard he's been in some pretty good shape now."

You smile to yourself, slipping the new uniform top on. It was a bit snug, but that was fine. You fix any wrinkles it had, and smooth out the material. "He's still pretty glitchy, I can't even lie." You look up from the shirt, and gaze at him through your sight in the mirror. "Allot of demons really like it though." Your shoulder shrugs. You meet him at the vanity, hanging your previous clothe pieces over a chair, and stand beside him in the mirror to look over your makeup, and of course, check out the new outfit on you.

Fizz watches curiously.

"Allot of them like my doubles, too. I make more money selling those things, than what Loo Loo Land makes." Fizz crosses his arms cross his chest. Having him watch you fix up your makeup felt weird, but in a good way. Part of you was still in total disbelief that this was even happening right now. And getting used to it would be an A-okay thing from now on.

"Freaks that they are. Robots can't be hot." He shakes his head through a little snort.

You turn to look at him, leaning a bit closer to his side. "They can when they look like you." Your smirk catches him off guard. Fizzarolli's eyes widen a bit, and he looks at you with a stiffened back. "I guess you're right. I am pretty hot." He relaxes, waving a hand to back up his statement.

Hot was a total understatement.

"I mean, you're not wrong." You look down at the counter of his vanity, and smile to yourself.

He was so much better in person. RoboFizz was nothing compared to him. The real deal.

"You can say that again, sweetheart." He chuckles to himself, turning his sight away from you, and back into the mirror. You'd gladly repeat it if you really had to.

You smile to yourself instead.

Fizzarolli takes a small container of glitter off of the vanity counter, and looks it over. "Here, slap some of this on. We gotta make you look stage ready." His finger dips in the dish, covering it in colors of silver and gold.

You turn to face him and he holds up a hand, the one free of makeup grabs your face, claws closing tight around your jaw. His other hand, fingers dipped with glitter, nears your eyes.

You hold as still as physically possible. Trying to settle the jittered breathing was the hardest part- - your pulse would easily give it away, if he could feel it, that you were flipping your shit over him.

"I thought I already was." You tease, snorting some laughter. He swipes a few fingers across your face and places the sparkling shimmer where he figured would look good. "Well yeah, but on stage you need to really glow." Fizz shrugs a shoulder. "Now hold still."

"Okay." You speak softly.

Concentration on his face, you blink innocently up at him as he puts a little force into the design on your skin. You gently closed your eyes as his hand travels up to your eyes. Swiping some glitter over your eyelids, he then dusts it on your cheekbones, and exposed chest, with one of the vanity makeup brushes.

"Alright, kid." He steps back, narrowing an eye with thought as you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. It was cute, and he was definitely right; it made your face pop allot more. You nod, smiling at him. "Cutee."

Fizzarolli nods, flicking his tail from behind. "Now, going over some things on your application . ." He shifts his view to the papers that had been sitting on the countertop. Your own gaze travels over to it.

There may have been a few little lies on that. Yes, you've had the experience of working at Loo Loo Land, and yeah, you helped out on stage before over there. But you've never done anything extravagant; like, have flaming arrows fly at you. You just really wanted the job.

"Mhm?" You look over his shoulder and catch his gaze again.

"Where else have you worked that's in the dancing industry?" He asks.

Thinking back, it had been a while, but you did have some stripping experience as one of your first jobs in hell. You needed some quick cash, and that was your answer.

"I worked for someone a while back in the lust ring. He owned a club." You shuffle back and try to forget the thoughts. "Uh, I did some private dancing there for a while."

Fizz must have noticed the discomfort in the features before pressing on, because you saw the way his face cringed for a brief moment. "Great! So, you can do pole tricks, right?"

You weren't exactly a master at it- - but it was easy enough for you to do again. A year long experience with it in the past, you'd be able to do it again without getting too many bruises this time.

"Yeah! Totally." You smile.

"Great, that's all we need." He pushes the papers back into the trashcan underneath the counter, and you watch them flutter down. Shifting your attention back to Fizz, he steps away from your side, and places his hands on his hips. "So, I'm gonna have you on the pole, and you're going to dance. When I shoot the arrows, you're going to dodge them. Easy enough, right?" He grins a bit. You nod. "Sure."

"Maybe I tell some jokes in between sessions, but whatever the audience wants more of." His hand rolls while talking, and you earn more interest. "Usually, they just want the sexy stuff."

You tilt your head to the side in interest. "Do you have any jokes written down?"

He stops at that question, and turns to you curiously. "Some . ." With brows slightly scrunched together, he gives what seems to be an uneasy smile. Maybe it was suspicion?

"You care about my jokes?"

You offer him a softer smile in turn, laughing lightly. Of course you cared about his jokes. Him starting our small as a little boy in the circus industry was what really caught your attention all of those years ago.

Just an IMP trying to make it. And he did.

"Well, yeah. They're the best part of your acts." It was all true, and you clearly meant it.

Fizzarolli nods silently, slowly. Just as he was to speak up again, there was a knock on the door. You turn your head and he slouches. "What is it?"

A little demon pops his head in, looking around the room. He spots you, then Fizz, and cringes. "Shit, sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You slowly turn to look at Fizz and catch his expression. It was neutral.

"No. What do you need?"

"Ozzie wanted me to wish you good luck. He said he's sorry about not being able to preform tonight, but there's another group coming out later to sing." The man steps in the doorway now, hands holding a clipboard.

Fizz nods along, thinking back. "What group?"

"It's Verosika Mayday. The audience is pretty excited about it." He says. Then, two eyes land on you, and smirk. "So, is this your new side piece?"

Oh shit. You really are working with the big boys now. You finally fucking made it! It took some time, but you're here! Now, all you have to do, is just stay calm, and don't get in the way, and—

"No." Fizz scrunches his face at the man. "Y/N's here for a one night stand-in. I needed someone to cover for Ozzie's act tonight."

The mood ended fast, and suddenly, your body shattered in your step.

That's all you were to him? Just . . a stand-in. oh.

"Sure . . well, I'll leave you to it, then!" The demon laughs, nudging Fizz in the arm, before turning on his heel and making his exit out the door. Fizz slams the door shut behind him, and rolls his eyes, turning back to you.

It was more than obvious that Fizzarolli didn't like the guy— or, well, demon. He lets out an irritable sigh and steps around your idling frame in the middle of the dressing room.

"Hey, sweetheart,"

You snap back to reality and turn to face him. "Yeah?"

"Let's get this show on the road."

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Here to Stay Drabbles: Not a Big Birthday Guy

Summary: I wonder, how would Gordon or Benrey try to handle celebrating each other’s birthdays?

‘Mr. Freeman’s b-day is on the 21st of this month. What do you think we should for it?’ read Tommy’s text.

Benrey looked up from the phone to glance over at Gordon, leading the way down the grocery store aisle with the cart. He hadn’t mentioned his birthday was coming up. It was still more than a week away but still close enough that he should’ve said something about it, right?

He turned his attention back onto the phone. ‘y u aking me?’ He’d never organized any kind of birthday celebration.

‘I was going to suggest we to go to Chuck-E-Cheese again. Do a surprise party like my Dad did for me. But then I thought maybe he wouldn’t like that. So I’m asking you. He’s your boyfriend so you’re closest to him and should know I think.’

Ooh. A party at Chuck-E-Cheese would be fun. Benrey had missed Tommy’s birthday party there because he’d been too busy coming back to life and scrambling to find a way out of Xen before he got stuck forever. But alas, Tommy was right; Gordon might not like that. The only time he’d brought up that party himself had been to complain about it how weird and uncomfortable it had been to go from his life being in danger to that ‘nonsense’. He’d immediately followed up with telling Benrey to not tell anyone he’d said that about Tommy’s birthday party, especially Tommy himself. Tommy apparently had some idea he hadn’t had fun though. Not that that was hard to guess.

But did Tommy have a point about Benrey being the person to ask about what to do instead? While it was true they lived together and were dating, Benrey had never been invited to a birthday party before �� he’d crashed a few in the lab offices but none of them had been particularly fun and thus he hadn’t stuck around for long – let alone helped plan one. … He was in a good position to just ask Gordon himself though. So maybe that’s what Tommy had meant; he wanted him to ask Gordon.

Pocketing the phone, he jogged to catch up and then surpassed Gordon and his cart. Before he could protest, Benrey stepped up onto the front of it so that he was riding it while facing Gordon. Facing outward was more fun but it was conversation time.

Gordon let out a sigh as he stopped pushing. “Really, dude?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Okay, fine but I’m not going any faster. The staff here don’t get paid enough to deal with our bullshit if we crash into something.”

“That’s okay.” Their one good cart run had indeed almost ended in a crash. “We gotta talk anyway. Um, your b-day’s coming up soon. Where you wanna have the party for it? And don’t say at the lab, ‘cause I wanna go to it too.”

Gordon resumed pushing the cart with his gun hand now too. “I guess my birthday is coming up soon, huh? I’d actually kinda forgotten it. How’d you hear about it?”

“Tommy texted me. How’d you forget it?”

Gordon shrugged as he stopped them in the cereal isle. “I’m just not a big birthday guy. It kinda stops being a big deal after you turn twenty-one.”

Benrey watched for a few seconds Gordon browsed and selected his preferred cereals. He’d tried a few himself at Gordon’s instance he try different foods, none had appealed to him all that much. “Well, what you wanna do for it?”

“Uh… I don’t know. The last couple years, I haven’t done anything. Before that, I got high and watched cartoons or the year I couldn’t get any pot, got drunk instead. I’m uh… not sure doing either is a good idea with the whole…” He gestured vaguely with his gun hand, currently securely wrapped in the scarf he’d bought for it. “Being inebriated when this thing is part of me sounds like a bad idea. Not to mention all my other problems that drugs and alcohol probably wouldn’t help.” He returned to pushing the cart. “So don’t worry about, ‘kay?”

“But we gotta do something. We could go to Chuck-E…”

Gordon didn’t even let him finish before interrupting. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Damn.” Benrey had expected that though.

“If that’s where you wanna go for your birthday, that’s fine. I’ll go and even try to have fun or whatever. But just… not for my birthday, okay?”

“I don’t got a b-day though.” He hadn’t been born. They’d established that for sure when going through his files.

“Decanting day then, whatever you wanna call it. It’s on April 1st if I recall correctly. Which I’m pretty sure I do since that’s fitting. We already missed it this year but I guess instead of dealing with celebrating mine, we could have a late party for you or something if you want.”

“Ooh, could we?”

“Yeah, dude. Since you’ve never had anyone celebrate your birthday before, we could totally do something. A party with gifts and stuff or we could go somewhere special, whatever you want, dude. And I doubt any of the others will care that it’s a few months late.”

Benrey’s grip on the basket in front of him tightened. It wasn’t the first time Gordon had done something nice for him, far from it in fact, but it still felt like the emotional equivalent of a surprise warm hug. His ‘decanting day’ was months back but Gordon was willing to throw him a party for it anyway because he’d never had one before. … A late party wouldn’t be proper though, would it? Surely not. But… but… he wanted it so bad. Now that he knew it was an option, how could he possibly not want it? Waiting all the way to his next decanting day would take forever.

It had been Gordon’s birthday they’d been talking about though. Benrey couldn’t take that away and make it all about himself. “Maybe uh… we could do a double party this year? Late party for me and on time party for you. Doesn’t have to big or whatever. We maybe don’t even gotta go anywhere. Could have a home party instead.” Benrey wasn’t sure where he’d want to go anyway. The main draw was the gifts, cake, and everyone being together anyway.

Getting all of the Science Team together physically in one place wasn’t exactly rare but with everyone having jobs and their own things going on, it wasn’t exactly the most common thing in the world either. Especially since Bubby had just gotten back from losing his job at NASA a couple weeks ago. So a big double party at home would be great.

Gordon thought about it in silence for a few seconds, his expression soft; he was open to the idea. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. So… sure, let’s have a double birthday party at home or whatever. Maybe it’ll even be fun.”

“Sweet.”

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@theneutralmime

I've gone over a lot of my thoughts on the sequels in my responses to the last two asks you've sent me about them, so I'm going to skip ahead to my thoughts on Luke at this point since I think my feelings on the Sequels in general are pretty clear. I'm glad you enjoyed them, but I've seen the entire trilogy through twice now and I WAS trying to be more generous the second time around to see if my opinion would change and it uh. Didn't. I still don't like them and I still find them a massive mess of squandered potential.

Luke's quotes about the Jedi in the sequels (which are really ONLY in TLJ, he never has anything bad to say about them in TROS) are pretty clearly intended to be seen as symptoms of Luke being traumatized and letting that pain and loss and fear consume him to the point that he's placing the blame on an easy target rather than actually acknowledging what happened and how he feels about it and the part he played in it. Luke in TLJ is hiding from his fears, hiding from his own reality, refusing to step up and do what needs to be done and face his own mistakes. So he turns to "the Jedi were weak and need to die" as a way of basically excusing the choices he's currently making. He's not RIGHT, the things he tells Rey aren't TRUE, and that's the whole point behind his arc in TLJ. His last words are to say that he won't be the last Jedi, and he's clearly not upset by that, he says it like it's a TRIUMPH, which indicates that he no longer believes the Jedi need to all die out. Even earlier, he's upset about losing the Jedi texts, indicating that even though he was arguing for the Jedi to die and about to burn them himself, he didn't ACTUALLY believe any of those things he said or want the things he said he wanted, he was just desperately trying to convince himself that he did because it was easier than doing the emotional work of facing what he'd done wrong.

I will say that I think this was a ridiculous and foolish arc for Luke to even HAVE, I think it's unfortunate that most of Luke's screentime in this trilogy is dedicated to him bashing the Jedi and blaming them for their own genocide, and I don't think that the storyline is handled very well in general. But the point of the story IS that Luke is wrong and the Jedi SHOULDN'T die out, so, you know, credit where credit is due here.

Getting into your question about the Jedi, though. I THINK you're asking me what the Jedi actually DO. Which, fair question, it's not something they discuss very much in the films or show (and the show is focused on them during war which makes it harder to figure out what they'd normally be doing during peacetime). I imagine there's a LOT of things the Jedi probably did before the war, it wasn't one job that they all did. But the general idea I got is that the Jedi work as a branch of the Republic Senate that can be called upon to provide aid like treaty mediation and conflict resolution for planets and systems that ask for it. I'll list off as many examples as I can think of where we see Jedi doing work that isn't related to the war in high canon.

In TPM, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are sent to try to NEGOTIATE with the Trade Federation about the blockade of Naboo, but they end up having to quickly adjust when the Trade Federation tries to kill them and sends in armed forced to INVADE Naboo.

Once that happens, their primary goal switches to getting Naboo's leader to Coruscant so she can make her case and plead for aid directly to the Senate because it just became a LOT bigger than two Jedi could actually do anything about.

In AOTC, it's mentioned that Obi-Wan and Anakin just got back from some kind of border dispute.

In TCW, Obi-Wan mentions that he spent a year on the run with Satine during the Mandalorian civil war, presumably called in by Satine's father to just... protect her until the war was over and Satine could take up peaceful leadership or something.

In TCW season 7, Trace and Rafa sort-of imply that the Jedi used to do a lot more work ON CORUSCANT to help poorer people on the lower levels.

Also in TCW, we hear that the Jedi once managed to basically overthrow the Zyggerian slave empire, something the Zyggerians still hold against them.

In TOTJ (if we choose to take that as canon), we see Dooku and Qui-Gon sent to help resolve a dispute where a senator's son has been kidnapped by his people (Dooku ends up siding with the kidnappers when he realizes why they did what they did and how corrupt the senator has become).

In AOTC again, we see Obi-Wan and Anakin act as bodyguards for Padme when an assassin comes after her.

We also routinely see the Jedi doing their own investigations that seem completely independent of the Senate, like Obi-Wan going off to find Kamino and Jango. When he makes his reports, he is clearly reporting directly to the Council, not the Senate or the Chancellor. During TCW, we see Plo Koon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin get involved in an investigation into the clones' creation and Sifo-Dyas's involvement in it and reported death, something that clearly isn't being run by the Chancellor or the Senate.

So what do the Jedi do? They keep the peace, whether that means acting as a temporary bodyguard for a planetary leader, taking down slave empires, or negotiating treaties and conflicts of varying kinds. Presumably, before Palpatine took power, the Jedi had enough time and independence that they were able to do a lot more work of their own that didn't necessarily directly involve the Senate, too, which could be anything from investigating corruption in the galaxy to providing aid and services to the poorer populations on planets in the Republic.

I don't think it's made clear whether the Jedi actively SEARCH for Force sensitive children or if they're just so established as a group that they're often MADE AWARE of Force sensitive children by parents calling for help somehow. That list they have of children is of presumably people whose parents have said maybe or not yet (rather than parents who have firmly said no) because I believe Mace refers to the holocron as the future of the Order. These are children who could potentially become Jedi or who are PLANNING to become Jedi but whose parents wanted to wait a year or something. This doesn't indicate to me that the Jedi actively sought them out, but that these were probably children whose parents sought out the Jedi themselves when it became clear their child was Force sensitive. We see something like this happen in TOTJ when Ahsoka disappears off with a massive wild cat and comes back RIDING said wild cat and the entire village is made abruptly aware that she's Force sensitive and meant to be a Jedi. If the Jedi come and confirm those suspicions, but the parents are uncertain or just explicitly ask for more time, the Jedi seem inclined to give it to them (up to a point, presumably, they obviously usually don't accept kids over a certain age so they can't wait forever).

The reason the Jedi have that rule about training children early is because the Jedi lifestyle requires certain sacrifices that can be difficult to adjust to if you weren't raised in it. For a lot of people, their friends and family are always going to be their first priority because they care about them more than any random stranger. And this is totally fine, this is natural and normal. The Jedi cannot do that, though. They can't prioritize the people they care about above their duty to the galaxy at large. This is the promise they make by choosing to be Jedi and it is generally incompatible with the promises you make to people like spouses and children (this is for a myriad of reasons like the amount of time a Jedi would have to spend doing work vs being with their family and the ways this would ultimately impact their relationships with people who are relying on them). The Jedi have to be willing to sacrifice the people they love for the greater good if it becomes necessary. And while the children who are raised among the Jedi can still ultimately decide this lifestyle isn't for them and walk away from it (and can do this at any age, even after they've made their oaths and become an adult), it's a lot EASIER to life this way if you ARE raised in it from a young age and don't already have a bunch of connections with other people to overcome.

This is why Anakin struggles so much. He was raised with his mother until he was nine and so he has this connection with her where the two of them were always going to be more important to each other than anybody else. That's just how that relationship worked and that's fine. But when he became a Jedi, Anakin had to stop thinking of his mother as more important than anybody else, and he CAN'T. He ultimately abandons his duty as a Jedi, his duty to protect Padme, in order to go protect Shmi because Shmi is more important to him than anyone else. Had Padme gotten assassinated as a result of him abandoning that duty, it could've had some repercussions for a lot of people, but Anakin DOES NOT CARE because Shmi is more important. And of course, we see him then make the exact same mistake with Padme herself after Shmi is dead. He prioritizes Padme above everyone else because he legitimately just CANNOT live any other way, he CANNOT not prioritize Padme more than everyone else, ESPECIALLY when she is his wife, and he ultimately is willing to sacrifice the Jedi, the clones, and the Republic to save her.

We even see him blatantly TELL Padme this in TCW where he says that ideals are important, but they'll never be more important to him than how he FEELS about Padme. He clearly tells Padme that he EXPECTS her to prioritize him as her husband more than once, something Padme usually TRIES to push back on but ultimately usually capitulates to. Even Padme ends up getting jealous and upset once when Anakin can't stay the night with her upon returning from the war because he has to go make a report to the Council. Padme and Anakin have clear expectations of each other as husband and wife that seem to be in contradiction to what their respective careers require of them that cause them distress in their relationship more than once.

Anakin struggles with this and my personal interpretation of Anakin is that he'd ALWAYS have struggled with this because he wants to be able to prioritize the people he loves, even before it gets to the point where he's willing to murder millions of people to do it. His desires are just incompatible with the way the Jedi choose to live, but if he'd been adopted by the Jedi before he was old enough to really make that kind of connection, he'd have had an easier time managing that because he just wouldn't necessarily have ever HAD those kinds of desires. He would've grown up learning about love and family in a very different way that would allow him to prioritize his duty to the galaxy because he WANTS to prioritize his duty to the galaxy and no one person would be more important than that. But in canon, Anakin WANTS to be able to prioritize the people he cares about, more than anything else this is what he wants. And he wants those same people to also prioritize HIM in return (it's one of the reasons his relationship with Obi-Wan is both one of his healthiest ones, because Obi-Wan refuses to do this and expects the same of Anakin, but also one of the ones most easily discarded and replaced because Anakin knows that Obi-Wan will never give him what he wants).

So yes, it's GOOD that the Jedi insist on training their children early because it helps them be better Jedi with fewer struggles, even as they always keep the door open for their members to make a different choice as they grow and change if this life isn't one they want to live still. It's why they let Ahsoka walk away after the Wrong Jedi arc even though they also brought her into the Order when she was young. Being raised a Jedi gave Ahsoka a really great foundation, but things changed as she got older and she ended up deciding she had to leave the Order, even if temporarily, to figure out some things for herself and manage her mental health. The Order was happy to support her no matter what she chose, whether she chose to leave or stay, and would've supported her if she'd chosen to return, too.

The Jedi take children whose parents give them up so they can have a better life, they take children who might not HAVE parents anymore, they take children whose parents don't WANT them, and they give them a wonderful supportive life that gives them incredible amounts of education and resources so they can live their life in service to the galaxy and the Force, using their abilities to help others. They provide the children they take in with everything they could need or want to be able to live a happy, healthy life, whether that life ends up being as a Jedi in service to the Republic and the Force or not.

There's also what's been called like a "call to destiny" that the Jedi have, where becoming a Jedi is, in some ways, a destiny for them to fulfill. But much like Anakin's prophecy, it is choice they have to make, not something entirely predestined and chosen for them. The path is THERE, and it calls to them, but they can absolutely ignore that call or misunderstand it or have circumstances keep them from it. But it means that nearly everyone who becomes a Jedi makes that choice because they hear and feel that call to this destiny and have chosen to ANSWER IT. Helping people, serving the galaxy, this is what they were meant to do, and they know it and find joy and satisfaction in that knowledge.

So when the war starts, they obviously know something has gone wrong, they've known it was going wrong for YEARS, at the very least since Maul popped up as the first confirmed Sith in 1000 years, but they are 10,000 people (and whether this number referred to only those Jedi that were in the field and the actual total was much higher or whether this was in fact the ENTIRE TOTAL of Jedi is unconfirmed, but either way they're a small group so the point remains) in a galaxy of TRILLIONS. People have done the math on what this would mean adjusted to the population of the Earth and it's like expecting a church group of 70 people to somehow solve the whole planet's problems. There's only so much they can do. So while they're very cognizant of the growing issues in the Republic even before the war starts, they can only put out so many tire fires at once. Once the war DOES start, they're immediately required to try to put out this one raging wildfire and all the other regular tire fires have to go by the wayside until the wildfire is dealt with. So what are they doing? They're putting out the damn wildfire as quickly as they can with as little loss of life as they can and just hoping the rest of the galaxy can keep itself together long enough for them to DO THAT.

I don't even necessarily agree that they should've been "more involved in politics" because, quite honestly, they seem more aware of how bad things are getting politically than ANYONE ELSE IN THIS STORY (aside from the dude making the situation worse to begin with). It's the JEDI who are actively arguing with the Chancellor about not sending them to war and saying they're not supposed to be an army, it's the JEDI tracking down Kamino and Geonosis and figuring out some of what's actually happening there, it's the JEDI who continue to investigate that even while the war is going on and actually figure out that the clones are a Sith trap, it's the JEDI who ultimately figure out Palpatine is too corrupt to stay in office and then actually DO something about it before anybody does. They might not be active politicians, sure, I'll grant you that, but they're very very clearly aware of what's happening politically and are responding to it more than anyone else we ever see. I'm not sure what more they could've done besides, like, BE politicians which clearly just isn't the role they want to play in the galaxy anyway and wouldn't be good for the kind of work they want to do.

A lot of people like to say things like that, that the Jedi should've been more political and whatnot, but what would that actually have accomplished? What could they have done if they were "more political" than they were already doing? At BEST, the Jedi might be able to get a representative into the Senate and provide one more person capable of speaking out against the Chancellor and the corruption in the Republic, but Padme at a delegation of 2000 Senators with her that were apparently willing to at least recognize Palpatine's corruption and that STILL wasn't enough to stem the tide. One more politician wasn't going to make that big of a difference. So could they have been more political? Yeah, sure, they could've more literally been politicians I guess, but how does that help them more than what they were ACTUALLY doing? Would this somehow have prevented Palpatine from enacting Order 66 or starting the war at all? Or would it have led to the same conclusion no matter what they did because the Jedi's genocide wasn't about the choices the JEDI were making at all?

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

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The first month celebration seemed to open the floodgates on Team Tattoos and Team Flowers (as Robin affectionately named their now fairly active group chat) seeing each other outside of work. It wasn’t always all four of them but Steve would start bringing over lunch to eat with Eddie when he picked up his order or Robin would stop by with coffees after doing a run. Chrissy would go over to the tattoo parlor when she needed a break from heavy metal while doing bank reconciliations.

Steve was in the studio alone on a no client day to get some sketching done and other small things around the shop. Robin had elected to avoid the winter weather and stay at their apartment.

“Hello! I come bearing lunch!” Eddie called out as he swung open the door.

After his first formal visit to the tattoo parlor, Eddie had gotten more comfortable waltzing in when the shop was slow. Steve was happy to see Eddie more as he slowly wore down the stubborn metalhead. Robin had started dropping some pretty heavy hints that Steve should just go for it and ask Eddie out but Steve wasn’t quite sure he was ready. As much as Steve was learning Eddie was different, he reminded Steve of the counterculture guys at some of his old studios. Steve couldn’t quite shake his insecurity that Eddie still thought he didn’t have any business running a tattoo parlor. Of course this didn’t stop Steve from becoming more and more obsessed with the man as they became something approximating friends. They even started giving each other small tokens. Eddie would find some cool rock or a weird stamp or something equally random and leave them on the reception desk when he stopped by to rap his knuckles on the desk and tell Steve whatever important fact he’d learned that he “couldn’t possibly just share via text, Steve, the delivery is half of the point.” Steve would always laugh, shake his head, and get back to whatever he was working on before Eddie burst through the door.

After Steve had amassed quite a collection of Eddie’s found treasures, Steve felt like he needed to reciprocate. Eddie had told Steve about his collection of heavy metal tapes for the De Lucas’ van so the next time Robin dragged Steve to a thrift store he scoured the tape offerings for something that he could give Eddie. After sifting through the options for so long that even Robin had gotten bored of shopping, Steve decided on Voices from Hall & Oates. It was just cheesy enough he could play it off as a joke if Eddie made fun of it but it also had some absolute classics Steve loved. And if they happened to be love songs, well, the 80s were a love song filled decade, it couldn’t be helped.

“Munson! Welcome!” Steve called as he walked out of the back office. “Whatcha got for me?”

Eddie situated himself on the couch that he continued to insist he hated and Steve sat in one of the nearby armchairs and started setting out food.

“Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup, Steve-o!” Eddie said as he stooped into a low bow and spread out his arms to show off the offerings on the coffee table.

“This is so good, holy shit,” Steve said as he started wolfing down the sandwich. He should probably work on his table manners but hopefully Eddie didn’t mind. “Where’d you get this, dude?”

“Oh, uh, I made it,” Eddie looked a little embarrassed to admit it.

“Seriously, dude? Unfair,” Steve said.

“Unfair, why?” Eddie asked.

“Well you have the whole flower thing and you’re good at cooking? That’s like a whole first date package, man,” Steve’s mouth moved quicker than his brain could tell him to shut up and run into the nearest snow bank. “Not that, that’s, I mean–”

“Thanks, I think?” Eddie cut Steve off. “I owed you one.”

“Oh wait! That reminds me, stay here.” Steve ran off to the back room to pick up the cassette tape. “I got you this, if you ever feel like diversifying the van’s musical options.”

“You got me a tape?” Eddie looked skeptical. Steve couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or not.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not a big deal, but it’s Hall & Oates. I play them a lot at the shop. They’re kind of chill and I figured maybe if you ever wanted a change of pace, or whatever.”

“Steve, I know who Hall & Oates are.”

“And you hate them. Listen, it was a silly idea,” Steve said as he went to grab the tape back from Eddie.

“Nope, you already gave it to me, no take backs!” Eddie said as he jolted upright and nearly sprinted across the street. Steve was left a little aghast as he went back to the tomato soup Eddie had apparently made him. This was getting out of hand.

The next day Steve got to his studio and saw a square package waiting on the stoop.

Payback, Harrington. – EM

Steve opened the package to find a Led Zeppelin record. He knew he’d heard the name before but other than that he didn’t recognize it. It had a picture with what looked like an explosion and some historical photo.

“What’s that, Steve?” Robin asked as she walked in.

“Oh I guess Eddie left it?” Steve said and flipped the album around to show Robin.

“Ooooo, Eddie, huh?” Robin teased and wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, get the Led out. Rad.”

“What?” Steve had no idea what Robin said.

“Get the Led out? Led Zeppellin? The band whose record you’re holding?”

“None of that means anything to me, Robin.”

“You’re such a square, Harrington.”

Steve elbowed Robin but went to put the record on. “I guess it’s good to have some emergency rock?” Steve joked. He wasn’t sure what he thought about the band as the record started spinning.

“You’re ridiculous. You’ll have to set it off to the side so someone doesn’t put it on while you’re in the middle of a tattoo and scare you out of your trance,” Robin said.

She told Steve that sometimes he seemed so fully wrapped up in his work that she would get nervous that he’d spook at any sudden or unexpected noise. He knew she was fully kidding but Steve decided it would be a funny gag to get a frame to put the record in. He used some of the window paints Robin had got for the studio windows to scribble “Warning! Don’t let the Led out!” Robin thought it was the corniest thing she’d ever seen. That didn’t matter once Eddie saw it and laughed for a full thirty seconds.

Eddie started coming to visit Steve when De Lucas’ closed up and Chrissy left for the day. Steve noticed Eddie picked days where Steve didn’t have afternoon clients and was mostly just sketching and doing shop maintenance stuff. Sometimes Eddie would bring Steve coffee or a snack and other times Eddie would just bring over a book and read on the couch while Steve worked. Steve started joining him on the couch and Eddie would read out loud while Steve sketched. Those were Steve’s favorite days.

“Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel,” Eddie was reading while Steve was snuggled into the other arm of the couch working on his iPad.

“Oh! Mordor! I know this–it’s in that song from that band’s record you gave me!” Steve interrupted.

“Holy shit, you actually listened to it before you put the album in jail?” Eddie

“Of course, dude! Sorry I’m not much of a reader, what book is this?” Steve answered.

“It’s Lord of the Rings, it’s a pretty classic fantasy book,” Eddie looked over at Steve. “There’s actually a decent movie adaptation if you ever want to have movie night.”

“Oh, yeah, I think Robin likes that movie, it has elves, right?”

“Yes, Steve, there are elves,” Eddie laughed.

“Sounds fun!” Steve stretched out and kicked Eddie’s thigh accidentally. Eddie reached over and pulled Steve’s feet onto his lap, placed his book back on Steve’s shins. Eddie snuggled back into the couch and Steve stifled a laugh. “I don’t think you’re allowed to make fun of this couch anymore, dude.”

“It’s still obnoxious even if it also happens to be unfairly comfortable. Do you want me to keep reading or do you want me to stop so I don’t spoil it? I honestly kind of thought you weren’t paying attention,” Eddie said.

“Keep reading. I’m enjoying it.”

“Alright Stevie,” Eddie responded. “founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay.” Steve listened to the familiar timbre of Eddie’s voice and settled back into his work.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve started as he finished up his work. “Have you ever thought about getting, like, an actual tattoo?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie shut his book and pushed Steve’s legs off his lap.

“You know like the kind of stuff I work on? Hang on, I don’t think I’m explaining this very well. Let me show you.” Steve could tell something was off. He knew his work wasn’t Eddie’s style but he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about tattooing Eddie. Steve thought Eddie was absolutely breathtaking and he wanted to give him something equally pretty. Steve hadn’t realized it at the time but he was absolutely thinking of Eddie everytime he sketched one of the bouquets he brought over. He flipped through his iPad and found the drawing he was working on of the bouquet Eddie had made for their one month anniversary. “Something like this? Maybe? I dunno.”

“What is this?”

“It’s just a sketch I did of one of the bouquets I picked up? The one from the day we went to the Hideout?” Steve explained.

Eddie took a closer look at the sketch and Steve couldn’t read the expression on his face. “Oh shoot, is that the time? I gotta get back to my side of the street.” Eddie abruptly stood and walked out, leaving Steve to wrack his brain as to how he fucked it up this time.

Steve was confused. He didn’t know what he did to make Eddie leave. His face was hot and he felt tears well up in his eyes. He’d thought Eddie was different. That he was at least starting to understand Steve. He must have missed something. Obviously, Eddie, with all his metal tattoos, was absolutely not the kind of guy who was into floral tattoos and in fact maybe judged Steve for his style. It was probably stupid to offer to tattoo him. Steve never did that. Robin bugged him as soon as he started tattooing clients until he had to explain that he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to mess up and have someone he was actually close to hate something that was relatively permanent. He knew it was sort of a weird hang up for a tattoo artist but he couldn’t get past his mental block. That was until he met Eddie. Something about Eddie and his flowers had so captivated Steve.

Steve closed up his shop on autopilot. He put everything away for the night and locked up trying to put the metalhead across the street out of his mind. He kept his head down as he walked out to avoid seeing De Lucas’ and Eddie’s stupid van. He managed to mostly keep himself together on the L until he got home. Thankfully Robin wasn’t home yet so Steve pulled on his softest sweatshirt and rolled himself into a tight blanket cocoon and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.

***

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pencilsonic · 2 months

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kamijirou fluff part 1 out of probably 2

slight swearing, idk word count, fluff

denki strolled over to the section in the classroom where all the girls were, occupied by momo, uraraka, tsuyu, and mina, with the intention of begging for help.

"hey girls..." he slowly slid into an empty desk next to them and crossed his legs for added effect. "denki... what so ever do you need from us right now?" mina says trying to hide a laugh when she sees his legs crossed. "well i was wondering if a purple-haired earphone lady was talking to anyone right now. i had some special plans regarding her. not in a weird way... that sounded weird. i didn't mean for it to sound weird oh my god," he started rambling on about how he didn't mean for it to come off sinister. "she hasn't told us about anyone, so i don't think so?" uraraka shrugged in response, "but she's mentioned one guy she has a crush on but didn't say anything else about it. said he was in our class but that's all we got out of her, trust me we tried!"

"oh.. so what i'm hearing is i shouldn't ask her out on a date? like there's no chance she'd even look my way i don't even know why i'd ask. like she's too out of my league for me to even think that. yeah i don't know what i was thinking when i thought that i could even take her out," he was cut off sharply by mina's palm hitting the side of his face. the class went silent and everyone turned around to see denki clutching his cheek, "sorry, carry on!" mina says, which proctors everyone to just shrug and go back to what they were doing. "OW??" denki exclaims, still holding his cheek. "sorry you were rambling and i was sick of it," she shrugs and sits back down next to tsuyu.

"i say you should take your chance! break is soon so if she rejects you, you won't have to see her for a week!" momo says in a cheerful tone, which makes denki sulk. "thanks guys," he turns to walk away and nearly runs into someone. the purple-haired girl in question, actually. "oh hey jirou!!" he started awkwardly laughing and definitely sweating too. "hey denki, what were you guys talking about?" she said as she walked past denki to get to her desk. "uhh i don't know! wasn't listening! sorry, bye!" he ran off to meet back up with kirishima, bakugo, and sero with mina and uraraka giggling as he ran off.

"bro why are you out of breath, we're inside," kirishima asks when denki finally makes it back over to them. "i just ran away from a horde of zombies you guys better be careful!" he got out in between breaths and finally could stand up straight, which didn't last long because bakugo punched him in between his ribs for making a dumb joke. "so did you get anything out of the girls?" sero asked once denki was done wincing, "uh, yeah i got that she has a crush on someone in the class but they don't exactly know who. so if i ask her out i would make a complete fool out of myself."

"okay denki, let's think about it," kirishima starts to say and take a deep breath before finishing, "who would jirou like in 1-A?"

"todoroki, iida, tokoyami, ojiro, sato, bakugo, izuku, sero, kirishima, mina, momo, uraraka, tsuyu, hagakure, koda, shoji... i can only rule out mineta and aoyama," after denki finishes his long list of names kirishima only sighs.

"you forgot someone other than mineta, and aoyama," sero says and earns a confused look from denki. "you, dipshit," bakugo says with his hands stuffed in his pockets. denki didn't even have to use his quirk and he looks like he short circuited, "you think so..?" he says in the most questionable tone you could use.

"bro just ask her out and see if she likes you back or not, yolo!" kirishima drops his hands on denki's shoulder in an effort of giving him some confidence.

"yeah i'll think about it later."

LATER THAT NIGHT!!

"okay, i'm gonna text her and keep you guys updated. got it?" denki says to sero and kirishima through the phone, "alright man, good luck!" kirishima said in his speaker, followed by sero, "when'd you even get her number?" he quickly hung up the phone and went to type in jirou's number. he was hesitant to send the first message but eventually just sucked it up and sent it.

after he finished texting jirou, he went straight to his group chat with bakugo, sero, and kirishima.

denki: GUYS!!!!!!!! U WONT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

kirishima: what happened bro dont leave us on this cliff

sero: pls spit it out we're all dying rn

bakugo: what

denki: WERE BASICALLT GOING ONA DATE THIS WEKENED

sero: wtf dym BASICALLY.. u either are or ur not

denki: i asked if she wanted to go get food this wekene dand she said yes tso basically we are right.... shes also sending me the englihs hw i forgot we had

kirishima: thats definitely a date bro! just a watered down one

bakugo: it's something alr

sero: go get her tiger!!

(this was like thursday night and i'm skipping over friday getting straight to the weekend, thanks! >_<)

SATURDAY!!

denki woke up with more energy than ever. minutes after waking up, he grabbed his phone and shot jirou a message.

he had two hours to get ready, and do whatever he wanted. in those two hours he sat on his bed and watched the time tick by as slow as ever. he was already dressed and completely ready to go, all he needed to do was stop by the store before he got to the cafe and he was ready to see jirou. and eventually, when the time finally came, he got up and started to leave.

okay i'll do part two tomorrow/later td and can we pls look over the fact i had the text colors backwards idk what i was thinking pls

#kamijirou #denki kaminari #kyoka jirou #bnha #denki x jirou #jirou x denki #bnha fluff

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persephonewritessometimes · 2 years

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Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

“Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

“Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

“Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

“Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

“Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

“You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

“I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

“She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

“She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

“Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

“How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

“Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

“Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

“For you, Y/N? Anything!”

“Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

“As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

“Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

“Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

“I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

“What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

“Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

“There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

“I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

“Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

“Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

“One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

“Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

“How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

“I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

“That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

“I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

“I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

“Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

“I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

“Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

“You lot hot as per usual.”

“I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

“You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

“Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

“Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

“HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

“I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

“Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

“Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

“Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

"Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

“Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

“This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

“HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

“The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

“I’m just antsy.” He says.

“Why?”

“It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

“That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

“You know, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

“No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

“Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

“If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

“I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

“Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

“Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

“Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

“Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

“Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

“Oh, really?”

“Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

“I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

“It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

“Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

“Oh, mama is sad?”

“No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

“What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

“What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

“If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

“You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

“Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

“When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

“You heard that?”

“I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

“I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

“Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

“Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

“What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

“I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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SR Lilia Vanrouge Halloween Personal Story: Part 1

"I shall scare the pants off of you"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Interior Hallway]

Ace: The Halloween Steering Committee members were meeting somewhere in one of these classrooms, right?

Ace: I got told to come submit an application for the magic we're planning on using for our effects, but…

Ace: Man, Riddle-ryōchō's so impatient, Cater-senpai woulda been back at the dorm soon enough if he had just waited a bit longer.

Sebek: SILVER!!! YOU STILL PLAN ON SLEEPING!?!

Ace: Hm? That loud voice is…

Ace: Yup, just like I thought, Sebek… Oh, and Silver-senpai. Heeey, what are you guys doing here?

Sebek: Hmph… Ace.

Sebek: There are some decorations we want the Young Master and Lilia-sama review, for their approval. We are waiting for the meeting to end.

Ace: Can't you just shoot them a text or something, askin' 'em to let you know when they're done with the meeting?

Ace: That way you don't have to be waiting around here for the meeting to end.

Sebek: How dare you suggest I would use a phone to contact either of them!? I would never be able to do something so impertinent!!!!!

Ace: Uh-huh. Well, don't know how impertinent it is, but I guess we're stuck waiting here together until the meeting is over.

[clamor, clamor]

Ace/Silver/Sebek: …

Silver: Zzz…

Sebek: SILVER! DON'T LEAN AGAINST ME!!!!

Silver: Ah! Apologies.

Ace: Sebek, dude, your voice is way too loud. They're having a meeting in there, so you gotta turn your volume down.

Sebek: Urgh… True, I certainly cannot bother the young master in the course of his duties.

Ace: And he's probably falling asleep 'cause you guys're just standing there, yeah?

Ace: If you're gonna shout at him every time to stay awake, then why don't you tell a cool story or two instead?

Sebek: A cool story, hm. Well, now that you mention it, last night, my liege…

Ace: There it is, "my liege." Yeah, no talking about a topic that's only exciting to you.

Sebek: Why?! He is a topic that should excite anyone!

Ace: Oh hey, here's an idea. Don't you have any interesting tidbits of Halloween in Briar Valley?

Sebek: Halloween doesn't differ much between countries, does it?

Silver: Actually… From what I've heard from my father, Halloween celebrations can differ greatly among countries and cultures.

Silver: The other day, Azul explained how Halloween was celebrated in the Coral Sea, and it is vastly different from both how Briar Valley and this school celebrates it.

Sebek: Wha― Is that true!? …A-Ahem! Then I suppose I can speak a little bit on the matter!

Sebek: In Briar Valley, we carve our lanterns out of wood. I don't believe the purpose changes much from the ones made from pumpkins…

Ace: Cool, what else?

Silver: Also… When the moon is directly overhead in the night sky, scarecrows are set alight in the castle square, and everyone dances around them in costume.

Ace: I see. Kinda feels like a midnight costume dance party.

Sebek: It is not that sort of frivolous affair. It is a festival for ghosts where evil spirits run rampant!

Sebek: …When I think back to that one Halloween 10 years ago, it sends shivers down my spine…

Ace: C'mon～ You're TOTALLY just exaggerating now.

Sebek: THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION!!!!!!

Sebek: YOU CAN ONLY SAY SUCH THINGS BECAUSE YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!!

Silver: He's right… It's just as Sebek says. Halloween in Briar Valley is… truly terrifying…

Ace: Eeh? If even Silver-senpai is saying that, then…

[door creaks open]

Lilia: Sebek, Silver, sorry to keep you waiting. We could hear your voice from inside.

Malleus: I do not mind you waiting for us, but be a little quieter while the meeting is in session.

Sebek: M-My apologies…

Cater: Oh? Hey, Ace-chan's here too. What's up?

Ace: Riddle-ryōchō told me to bring these docs to you, so I came. Here you go.

Ace: And then, I was bored while waiting around for ya, so I asked them about Halloween in Briar Valley…

Ace: But then Sebek got all emotional, and was like, "There is nothing more terrifying!" or whatever.

Cater: Oooh, so Briar Valley's Halloween's that scary?

Cater: I hear that life in Briar Valley basically revolves around magic… Does that mean you guys put up all your decorations with magic, too?

Malleus: Indeed. A majority of the decorations are made with magic, yes. As for how terrifying it is, well, I would say that may differ on the person.

Ace: Seeee, so you guys are just scaredy-cats, huh?

Sebek: No, that's not true…!

Lilia: Kufufu. Regardless of whether Sebek is a "scaredy-cat" or not…

Lilia: It certainly is true that Halloween celebrations in Briar Valley are very different from here on campus.

Cater: Oooh, really? You know, your boy Cay-kun here really likes scary stories! Tell me some, Lilia-chan ♪

Lilia: Right. Well, let me thoroughly regale you some tales, as a knowledgeable ambassador of Briar Valley!

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cerealandchoccymilk · 1 year

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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #02

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Continuation of my Trigun annotation for the book club. I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being gay about the characters <3 always important)

Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...

And the rest is under the cut. read my notes boy!!

[link for if the images aren't in horizontal rows]

The second page has an error - 悪夢 was probably misread as 悪魔 ("happen" and "awaken" are also the same kanji). It should be "Then, the nightmare occurred." It's really cool that this still works really well considering...y'know (not saying for the first-time readers ;) )

I just love how that drawing of Vash is so cool and serious...

...and then you turn the page and he's in the most pathetic cunty pussy-out pose you've ever seen. Easily one of my favorite panels. Also made a math question for funsies. sorry to anyone who got high school flashbacks, but I absolutely loved trigonometry lmao. I could do this forever.

A little pun(?) that may or may not be intentional - In Japanese, someone with a bounty on their head is called 賞金首, lit. "bounty neck" ("neck" sometimes signifies the entire head). The locals call out for the bounty-neck right as Vash hurt his neck lol

I love how creepy Vash moves sometimes. absolute cryptid

This is entirely a Japanese-only detail, but I really loved how Vash said バヤイ (bayai) in the sobbing in French line, because my mom also says that instead of 場合 (baai) when she's being silly lmao. Also, it's notable that in Japanese, Vash says フランセ語 ("Francé-go," where "go" is the suffix for languages) which may be either another miles->iles/double-dollar situation, or just him speaking silly like バヤイ.

Also, the line after that would more accurately be "How am I supposed to deal with all these locals?"

Here, the "Really?" is actually Meryl saying something like "I'll give you a hint."

Meryl tends to be the one responsible for the braincell in fanworks but it's important to remember that she absolutely is dumb too (affectionate).

I'm so glad I wrote that reminder about Meryl's speech, but I don't think I'll be able to do it justice here when I have so much more to talk about. I'll have to write another post later, so I'll link it when it's done. The gist is that she talks like a stereotypical high-class anime girl, and the trope is from how a similar demographic in Meiji-era Japan actually spoke.

The boy's pussy faces the world yet again. I love all the faces he makes!! look at him!!!!!!!!!!! he's so cute

The text on the board here was very messy and squished, but it says something like "Vash the Stampede Absolute Capture Task Force Headquarters." Honestly don't know how to fit all that into the board though so uh good luck on that for 2.0... Also dear god Vash has so much energy... He's just been running for 3 hours straight...!!

Fun fact: the equivalent idiom to "fight fire with fire" in Japanese is "use poison on poison."

Love how Nebraska is just like "no we didn't jailbreak, we just let ourselves out :/"

Translation error for Milly and the chairman - Milly is saying "Why do things keep getting worse and worse!?" and the chairman is mumbling "What's the deal with you two..."

Showing some love for his pretty pretty eyes..........(gives him so many smooches in my head)("i can imagine anything" image)(can't add it because i reached the 30 image limit)

The "Freeze!" is actually untranslated, just re-typed to match the surrounding font. Also, that panel is the first time Vash's antennae is shown bent!! It goes back up immediately after that though.

Fun fact #2. Vash says ara ara. if you even care.

This line never fails to hit me hard. They're all desperate mothers and sisters, and they're taking on the bad role because nothing's more important than their dear children. (reminds me of a certain someone...)

I've seen someone mention this before, but Trimax definitely adjusted the number of plants. Fifty!?!? Also, in Japanese, "plants" and "died" were in quotations.

I love the gun pull in the right panel. Vash obviously definitely doesn't intend on shooting, but is rather showing off his skill and resolve as an intimidation tactic to throw the girls off-guard.

God this entire spread is just so RAW.... (here's the post that's mentioned in blue. it just reminded me)

Some more hypes and sillies. The impact that "KISS MY ASS!!" had on my first read was phenomenal!! It's so silly!! and cool!!!

And then there's this!! Another favorite part of mine. Vash's antennae are bent again! They kind of alternate between straight and bent from here.

The green writing about the onomatopoea are more of just a translation note rather than a suggestion. I can't think of any good beckoning noises in English :V

And finally, Milly calls "Mr. Bomb" "Bomb-kun" in Japanese which I think yall would enjoy lol. And happy strangling her saturday tuesday.

The Japanese version of the annotations are in the reblogs, if anyone wants them.

I have Chapter #03 mostly ready, so I'll probably post it tomorrow morning and try to speedrun the rest of the chapters because this is taking longer than I expected!! God there's just so much to say!! (Also gotta remember to write about Meryl's speech!!)

And thank yall so much for the feedback on the Chapters #00-01 post!! I didn't know so many people were interested in such small details!! Love (and peace) yall 🫶🤞

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