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[twisted-lover-boys]

Hey! It's me again! I have a request if you don't mind... Could you do a little headcanons with Azul dating a shark merperson? Their boyfriend/partner will be two times bigger underwater than on surface and their height on the surface is... lets just say... very tall. A little shorter than Leech twins, but still very tall. And lets add sharp teeth for them and narrow and vertical pupils. Lets give them a bad vision because if I know that correctly, sharks have a bad vision but they can sense smells well. Hmmm... and what about... I dunno like... they made a pinky promise in childhood that this shark merperson will protect Azul from bullies and Azul will be their friend forever no matter what?

If you don't like the idea, be free to decline my request!

(I'm sorry for my English I'm just usually talking in my home language and it's Kazakh so I'm sorry if I have grammar mistakes...)

The octopus and the shark

{not proof-read}

shark shark shark shark SHARK

And don’t worry dear! Your English is fine!

But, as a biologist and local shark lover, let me shill to you rq. Sharks have amazing eyesight (10x better than a human’s), can smell prey up to a mile, and can hear lower frequencies than humans, some types of sharks are protective and faithful to their partners, and sharks have somewhere between 5-15 rows of sharp teeth which equates to up to 300 teeth!

Anyway, here ya go! I went absolutely ham since you gave me so much to work with so it’s pretty long

I’ll just place this here

Have fun!

Sorry I popped off

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Azul has known you since his childhood years. You often stayed close together since the kids at your school didn’t treat y’all well

He was a chubby little octopus while you were a tall shark, practically two times his size

You, like the tweels, were feared by other students. Your towered over many of your classmates, your sharp teeth always managed to peak out in your smile, and your huge pupils often scared other kids

Because of that, it prevented you from making many friends in elementary. Well, that was until Azul

You often protected him from bullies and the like. You didn’t really have to do much, you just stood there and growled and they’d go running like little minnows

And you only grew bigger from there. You were practically the size of a young teenager once you hit middle school and during the acceptance of NRC, you were the size of an adult shark

As you grew, as did your love for the little octopus you had called a friend for many years. Little did you know that he also felt the same. All it took was a little push from the tweels and then you ended up together

When it was time to go to NRC, you’d all have to adopt a human form in order to go. Good thing there were people willing to support merpeople living on land

On land though, your size was significantly smaller just like the tweels. You still had some good height but it wasn’t even comparable to your underwater form

Even though your height was cut from you, you still retained your sharp teeth and large pupils, though your irises were more visible so you looked somewhat human

Sadly, Azul didn’t gain any height from his transformation and he ended up needing glasses on the surface because of that. Oh well, he still looked cute to you

You and the tweels ended up acting as Azul’s “body guards” though you ended up actually garnering the title while the tweels were his “hit men” so to speak

Even though you’re seen as this big, rough, tough, mean dude, you still held your soft spot for Azul and show it as such

You love giving him little cheek and forehead kisses whenever you can. During your shift as the lounge, while he’s working on contracts, or even during the school day. Whenever it’s possible, you do it

Although Azul doesn’t show it much, he’s a big cuddler. From small hugs and hand holding to literally wrapping his body around yours, he just likes being close to you

Now, how about some events!

Azul really wanted you on his team during beans day because you were absolutely perfect. Your sheer height, you athletic ability, your amazing sight, hearing, and smell, literally his ticket for an easy win

On Halloween, you shine even more! Your appearance only adds to your costume and the scare routine they had for the magicam monsters. It honestly made it more fun

During the endless night and while Azul is being possessed by a ghost, he honestly worried about you. Were you taken as well? Did you get possessed? You were hurt? He didn’t dare think about it

Oh, the joy he felt when he finally saw you in this twisted ghost world. He did not leave your side for the rest of the night, before or even after the party

Lastly, the masquerade. Azul was absolutely floored by your masquerade look. You looked so handsome! He just wanted to spend the entire festival and party with you. Also, please help him with keeping up with the very energetic freshmen

However, once the flowers ravaged the city, he was quick to make sure that you were okay and prevented you from using your magic. If you don’t end up going with him to the tower, he will endlessly worry over you and if you end up loosing your magic. Don’t worry, you don’t because I say so

Azul always wondered how he managed to meet someone like you…

. . .

“Hey, what’cha doing?” Azul suddenly looked up from his pot, startled by the sudden voice above him.

You were above him, sharp smile and wide pupils just staring down at him. You were rather big for an elementary school boy since your head barely fit the top of the pot.

He could easily tell that you were a shark yet you showed no malice towards him like the other kids. But that doesn’t mean he’ll immediately trust you.

“N-Nothing! Go away!” The little octopus shouted. You only pouted in response.

“Aww, come on! I just wanna see!” You whined. Azul felt he wouldn’t get much done with you hovering over him so he decided to just tell you.

“Well…I-I’m learning magic.”

That was yesterday during recess. When he went back into his pot again to work, he was suddenly pushed over and pulled out of his pot.

A couple of the bullies from class stood over him, pointing and laughing at him, saying that he’d ink them if they got too close. He could easily recognize half of them. His heart hurt, he could feel the tears start pooling in his eyes

“Get away from him!!”

Someone yelled. A sand cloud formed. The bullies started screaming and running away, some were even scratched or forming bruises on their arms or faces.

When the could settled, a familiar face stood in front of him, holding his hand out to him. It was the shark from yesterday. You.

He hesitated in taking your hand, but did so nonetheless. You helped him sit up and even lifted his pot back upright.

“Are you okay? Those stupid kids, they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

The worry in your voice, the concerned look on your face…why?

“Why…did you help me?” The answer seemed simple.

“Because it’s not right for people to treat others like that just because they’re different! It’s stupid! They’re stupid for thinking that way!”

It was such a passionate answer from you.

“Thank you.” The little octopus said. You smiled, your sharp teeth and multiple rows showing. Now you didn’t seem so scary, not that you ever were to him.

“Hey, if I promise to protect you from the bullies, can we be friends?” The wonder and curiosity in your eyes charmed the octopus. Azul had no choice.

“Sure. Let’s be friends. Your name?”

“Oh! It’s…”

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“Azul! You okay?”

Azul snapped out of his daydream. He was in his office, a small pile of contracts in front of him. You were standing in front of him, still as tall as ever.

“You were daydreamin’ again, weren’t you?” Your eyes, pupils still wide even back then, and teeth poking out like fangs, showed a concerned look on your face. You really haven’t changed.

“Oh, y-yes, I’m fine, dear. Just thinking…”

You knew what he was thinking of. As much as you knew how he wanted to forget those years of his life, you didn’t. They were a part of him. You wanted him to accept that.

“Hey, I kept my promise didn’t I? Even now as we’re older, I still intend to protect you from anyone willing to hurt you. You believe me, right?”

Oh, how could he resist your adorable face.

“Of course I do, dear. I haven’t forgotten it.”

Azul brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles before standing up from his desk. He walked around the side before facing you, letting you place small kisses on his cheek and forehead before reaching his lips.

As much as Azul wanted to continue, you both had work to do.

“Finals are coming up. It’s time for the plan.”

You nodded in response. As he grabbed the contracts and walked out of his office, you trailed behind not too far from him. You smiled. You were glad his years of hard work were being kind to him, even though he still had much to learn.

Maybe he would, one day.

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[chibinightowl]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... 

The lines play on repeat in the back of Jason’s mind as he watches the end of the world unfold around him. Of course, it also begs the question as to why he’s considering it the best of times given the end is nigh. Chaos reigns supreme. There is no law, there is no order. 

There’s nothing and no one with him aside from the utterly unflappable Tim Drake, who continues to type madly into his laptop. The device should have died long ago and Jason wonders what sort of signal it even has given the Earth’s satellites are all useless scraps of space debris now. 

But rather than voicing his concerns, he dutifully holds up the panel for the solar battery the laptop runs on, and makes minute adjustments when Tim asks. 

The laptop will die when the sun goes down. 

Jason has serious doubts as to whether he or Tim will see the dawn. But despite that, he sits with his back pressed against Tim’s and enjoys the warmth emanating from them both. It’s a nice contrast to the cold wind blowing in across the wide expanse of Wayne Manor’s once-manicured lawns. They’re together in the ruined shell of a place they once called home. 

It seems fitting that they meet their ends here. Together. 

The sun is kissing the horizon when the steady click clack of Tim’s fingers against the keyboard stop. “Done,” he says, his voice hoarse from lack of use and water these last few days. 

“Yeah?” Jason replies, his own not sounding that much better. “That mean I can put this thing away?” He lowers the small solar panel as Tim nods.

“We should take cover.”

“Where?” Once upon a time, the Bat Cave might have been one of the most secure places on the planet, but not anymore. If they’re to have a chance at surviving, they need to leave. 

Now. 

“The barn should do.” Tim hauls himself to his feet and stumbles on the uneven stone of the veranda. 

Jason catches hold of his arm, steadying him. “The barn? Are you nuts?”

The grin lighting up Tim’s face is more than a little manic. “Only on bad days.”

“What the hell day is today then?”

“A good day.”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

“Well, in that case, lead the way.” What else can he do but follow? Jason checks his meager supply of ammo while Tim packs up his laptop and the solar battery. 

“Don’t you want to know why?” Tim asks when they start trekking across the ruins of Alfred’s kitchen garden.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”

“I reprogrammed the last defense satellite to crash into the alien mothership when their orbits cross in a few hours.”

Jason’s jaw drops. “I thought those things were all dead.”

“Not quite. This one is WE’s and has a nuclear reactor tucked away in its core.”

“How is it going to get past the ship’s shields?”

Tim’s grin grows downright smug. “The satellite now communicates on the same frequency as the mothership and the drones. It thinks our satellite is now one of its own.”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

“You fucking little genius.” Jason wraps an arm across Tim’s shoulders and hauls him into a loose hug. “If this works, I think I might just kiss you.”

Pink colors Tim’s cheeks. “You can now... If you want to, I mean.”

Jason stops at the top of the rise that overlooks the ruins of Gotham behind them and stares. Over Tim’s shoulder, the sun sinks beneath the horizon, leaving behind a palette of orange, pink, and red. 

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times...

“Yeah, I think I will.”

[serhum]

[Part 2] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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Shohei placed me on the bed softly and there I see Yuki undressed himself leaving him with his Calvin Klein brief only. He waste no time and hover on top of me and spreading my legs. Giving kisses all over my body as if he needs to give marks that I’m his only one. “l’m waiting for my turn, babe.” he whispers so sexily to my ear and I can feel his cock rub against my clit. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Shohei sat on the sofa next to us and feeling himself. “I’m wet enough for you to be inside me.” I signaled him and he smirked. “You looked too hot now. Can you turn around for me?” I do as he ordered.

He slaps my butt cheeks several times. Yuki likes to play a bit rough but gentle at the same time. “Do you like that baby girl?” he remarks. I nodded and say, “Yes. More please”. Shohei was enjoying our act so much that his hand successfully made him groaning of pleasure. I turn my head to Yuki and nod, giving a sign that I’m ready for him. Doggy style is one of our favorites because it gives me so much pleasure and I feel so loved by Yuki’s gesture that hugs and touches me from behind. 

“Uh-yeahh.. Ah” I can’t help but moan over and over again when he shoved his dick inside me. He pulled my hair so my back automatically touches against his chest. I hang my arms around his neck and kissed him aggressively. “You’re so tight, babe.” He murmured in my ear while increasing his pace. “I like it when you’re inside me,” I said and I put my two fingers inside my mouth while staring so seductively to Shohei who sits across me. His cock is twitching and I know that he’s horny as fuck by the way his apparent pre-cum. “Sho, come here and kiss me now.” I invite him to join. He’s walking closer and pulling my chin up for a passionate kiss. “Mmhh-“ I feel the double pleasure with Yuki and Shohei so close to my body and doing their magic.

“You don’t realize how… sexy you look now.” Shohei added in between our kisses. His hands knead my boobs and play with my sensitive nipples. Not long after, he took them by his mouth. I also felt so much pleasure now from how Yuki thrusts his hips towards me and how his fingers play with my clit. “Yuki, I’m coming- Yes- Yes!!” I screamed and put my hands on Shohei shoulders tightly to stabilize myself.

I roll my hips in frequency with Yuki’s movement then when I feel both of us began to reach orgasm, I close my eyes. Yuki came inside me and sweats were coming out from our bodies. He spun me around and now we’re facing each other. He gave me kisses and little did I know, Shohei got down and started to play between my folds and insert his tongue slowly but surely. “Ohh my god!” I return to heaven one more time.

As if in a competition, Yuki wants to play fast. He urged me to blow him so our position changed. Yuki sat down on the bed while I am lying on my stomach and Shohei tailing me behind while playing with my area down there. I stare at Yuki and put his cock in my mouth slowly, teasing him a bit. Yuki and I moaned at the same time. Shohei did a good job and made me react. 

I feel Yuki wanting more than that. I sucked him harder and bobbing my head up and down. My hands also trying their best to pleasure him. He reacted by saying, “Yes baby. Quick quick” and he cum after some time. The scene was intense and I feel this bedroom getting hotter and steamier. I could do this all night with these guys giving me such a pleasure.

As I began to reach my orgasm, I reach out to Shohei’s hand from behind and grip it tight as a signal, “Sho I’m gonna come”. My legs feel weak and I’m trembling. Shohei puts his tongue in and out of my vagina and sometime bites my outer lips. His nose rubbed against my clit when his tongue’s inside me. That gives me a sensation I can’t describe. “Ohh- there! there!” Hearing me almost reaching my climax, Yuki’s face came closer to mine and gave my lips a wet kiss. I can feel his saliva around my lips. 

“You are so sweet” Shohei remarks and he pull my head away from Yuki, “You are one of a kind, y/n” he continues with a peck on my lips. I can’t help but smile with all these scene occurring so quickly. I hang my left arm to Shohei’s neck and I pull Yuki closer to my body with my right arm. “I never thought this could happen between us.” I said, breathlessly. I feel Yuki back hugging me and putting his head on my right shoulder, while Shohei’s head on my left. It’s like being squeezed gently by these two handsome giants.

“Let me catch a breath” with that sentence, the guys softly put me to lay on my back and they were positioned themselves on my sides. “Come to think about it, who has a bigger dick?” I chirped and all of us laugh at the same time. “I admit mine’s big but because Shohei body proportion, he looked a bit bigger.” Yuki said with a tone that he doesn’t want to lose. “Mine’s indeed bigger, bro” Shohei grins wider. “Yuki, are you ok if I allow him to be inside me?” He rises his eyebrow hearing my question. Not only because I don’t want to leave him out of this game, but also I want to feel him once. A permission from Yuki would encourage both me and Shohei to share the intimacy, right? I then rub Yuki’s hand, “We should use condom, right? Do you have more of it?” I convinced and he nodded. “It’s in the drawer next to him.” he said.

Another reason I asked that because I just don’t want to be reckless. I felt that Shohei also want to be inside me but he doesn’t want to cross the line knowing that Yuki is my boyfriend and his best friend. He respects that. This time, I turn my body to Shohei and see him staring at me. I placed my hand to stroke his toned abs. “Can you get the condom for me?” I beg him and he opens the drawer to find it. “Well, if your boyfriend’s okay with me fucking you. Come on my lap then.” This feels like a green light not only from Yuki but also Shohei. I feel like I’m in a dream right now! 

I climbed on top his body and situated my pussy on his lap. “Let me do it for you.” I grab the condom from his grip and unwrapped it. “Will this be enough?” I joke. “Babe.. of course!” Yuki mumbles while his eyes focused on my movement. Shohei then pulls his dick on my direction and I put the condom around it. “You are right. Yours kinda bigger than him.” I bite my lips while saying that. I winked to Yuki just to tease him. It’s a perfect timing to make my boyfriend jealous and he will not do anything about it. It’s fun! Yuki just chuckled on my remarks.

“Sho, I like the way you play my vagina with your lips.” I start to tease him by situating my pussy on his dick and slowly rubbing on his length. Not yet letting him inside me. “Fuck” the friction made him react. I grab his hands so that he can trail my body. His mouth is wide open and his breath is getting heavier by the time my pussy slides on his dick. “Will you be rough with me, big boy?” I challenge him. “If you want to, princess.” with that, I take his full length inside me.

“Goodness gracious!” I feel so good but hurt a little as my body is adjusting to his size. Maybe my face can’t hide it that Shohei looks out after me, “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” I shake my head and keep thrusting my hips. His hands are now on my waist, steading me. “Not anymore- Ughh” I started to moan every time his dick hits the spot. Feeling how our bodies become more relaxed with each other, Shohei pulled me in a hug and he took turn to thrust deeper inside me while my pussy clenched several times. I bite his shoulder unknowingly. It feels really good. 

“Ohh you’re so good, Sho” I whisper in his ear and he keeps on going. His tight grip on my body and his speed is no joke. The sound of our bodies together filled the room. “Uhmm yes- yes-“ I keep moaning and I heard him said, “Fuck. I’ll cum baby girl”. I change my position and sit while he’s at it. I grab his fingers and shoved them in my mouth, sliding in and out with eyes locking on him. “Kiss me” He grunted. He pulled me again and our lips met, he inserted his tongue aggressively while slapping my butt making the pleasure multiply.

“Cum with me big boy” I chanted and he ain’t getting slower. I replied his kiss and ruffling his hair, “Mmhh- I think- I’m gonna cum”. I circle my hips on his dick, trying to reach my point. We were so aroused and finally reached orgasm. He pulled out his dick and my pussy became really wet as our liquids are flowing down my inner thighs. I saw Yuki masturbated during our intercourse, he was enjoying it too.

“You are such a bad girl” Yuki said. “How come you made us so turned on?” he continued with a smirk on his face. “She’s so damn sexy. Lucky you, Yuki.” Shohei added. Hearing both of them complimented me made my face red. I moved closer to Yuki this time and kissing him hard. “Thank you for this experience.” He smiled and hugged me. “I love you. Ready for another round with us?” He replied and I just giggled. “Guys, how many rounds ‘till you’re satisfied? I feel tired already.” I complained. Shohei chuckled and say “One more and we’re done.” I bite my lips and continue, “You are really gang me up huh” 

“Baby, pick me or Shohei?” Yuki’s question got me for a sec. “For what?” I ask. “To be inside you this time.” He smirks after that sentence came out his mouth. “You. I want you inside me.” I told him then he picked me up. Now he’s standing while holding me and I see him cues Shohei to stand behind me. “What is it now?” I innocently ask the man in front of me. Yuki stole a kiss and say, “I bet you haven’t heard about double penetration before?” I shake my head. “Is it safe?” I ask him and he nods. “We’ll be gentle. I promise.” His reassurance made me feel relieved. I’m in his arms after all and Shohei is being really gentle to me so far. I turn my head to see Shohei, “I never do anal before. I think it’s gonna hurt, Sho.” he looks at me lovingly and rubs my back. “I’ll go slowly. If it’s too much, you tell me to stop.” 

“I’m gonna hold you and put my dick inside your little hole, babe. Sho will join afterwards.” Yuki explains as if this position is challenging enough for me. “I’ll surrender to you both. Just make me feel good, please.” I begged as I feel frustrated with how sexy they look and act now. I’m getting so horny!

I feel Shohei starts to kissing my back while his wet fingers lubricant my butt hole with his saliva. Yuki on the other hand positions himself in-front of my core. “Yes baby girl. Hug me inside you.” He grunted sexily in my ear as he inserts his dick. “Ahh it feels so nice.” I moaned after he thrusts his dick inside me. Right at that moment, I can feel Shohei’s tip on my butt hole, “I’m going in, hottie” he warns me and I nod. “AHH-“ It hurts. A lot!

“Omg- I- Ahh- Fuck!!!” I scream louder when their dicks finally move in harmony inside my holes. “Keep doing whatever you’re doing“ I demand them for more because if they don’t move it will hurt so much! I feel Yuki’s hands grip my waist while Shohei lingers his arms on my neck. I can feel his muscles tense each time he thrusts deeper. “Fuck. You’re such a virgin” Shohei whispered huskily while adding more pressure. Ohh god, these two men are truly your best creatures 🥵 “Play with my clit, baby” I said to Yuki whose face already sweating. Without hesitation, his fingers start doing their magic. “Aaahh- Faster-“ I grunted. Shohei is strong enough to choke me with his arms as he’s thrusting faster in my butt hole. “Cum cum cum” Shohei muttered in my ear.

Our bodies are wanting each other so badly. The vibrations they gave to me is unbelievable. “Ohh Sweet Jesus!” I scream again knowing that they both increase their pace at the same time. I feel my pussy and butt swollen already but that doesn’t stop them. “Shit I’m coming” Yuki grunted as he sucks my neck roughly. “I want to explore every inch of your body” Shohei aggressively pulls my head to his forehead stopping Yuki on nibbling my neck. Our eyes never leave each other and I can’t stand it anymore. I kissed Shohei so hard and he replied my kiss.

Yuki’s hands are now stimulating my nipple. The wave of pleasure keeps coming in and I am sent off to the cloud nine. My legs were trembling so hard and these men make sure I won’t fall off their grips by keeping me secure in their embraces. “I’m coming!” I scream out loud. “Me too” and Shohei follows. I can feel his warm liquid squirted all over my back while Yuki also pulled out his dick. 

My body feels so weak and I let myself fall to the bed. “You guys are too sexy to handle. I’m the luckiest women tonight.” I whisper as I see them standing next to each other and smiling so coyly to my remarks. The next thing I know, both of them are lying down next to me. “Sho, I also like the aftercare if you want to know more about me.” I tilted my head towards him and smirked. “Wanna go to the bathroom with me?” He smiles and instead of asking me more, he’s inviting me to the bathroom. I think I know what he wants and truthfully speaking, I want more of him. I bite my lips, “Sure. Yuki, are you in?” I asked the man on my right side. “I’ll let you have time with Sho, maybe for the last time tonight?” Hearing that somehow makes me more excited but also sad at the same time. Is it going to end this fast?

“Let’s take a nap first.” I hurriedly say to Shohei and he raises his eyebrows. “I told you.. I’m such a baby in terms of energy.” I laugh a bit and he just nods. “Happy birthday, my love” Yuki said on my nape while hugging my back. Shohei on the other hand is facing me and started to caress my cheek. “Happy birthday, y/n” he followed. “Thank you.. I really enjoy the present both of you give me tonight. I felt really special tonight.” I replied to them and zone off to dreamland.

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To be continued

[arceespinkgun]

A Gift for Jazz Fans: "The Mission"

The annuals that are part of the Marvel UK comics continuity have some great stories in them. Somehow, I hadn't known one of those was "The Mission" by Jamie Delano from the 1986 annual until very recently. I've always wanted to see more of Jazz's inner thoughts and feelings explored, and this story delivered on that and then some. It provides really interesting answers to the question, "Underneath it all, who is Jazz, at his core?" (Plus, it gives Hoist a rare chance to show off his skills without being eclipsed by others.) It provides complex characterization of Jazz and his personality that would be great to see return in newer media.

Head below the cut to read on! I've provided the full story and the illustrations.

The Mission

It was a monochrome world. The onset of the Alaskan winter had clapped the wild land in irons, squeezing the colour from the mountains and the sky. The black-toothed peaks chewed at grey clouds, swollen with snow.

Jazz, the heroic Autobot, was undismayed by the cold. He found the gigantic landscape exhilarating in its scale, its grandeur more a challenge than a threat. Although, in his current mode — disguised as a Porsche — the freezing conditions caused him some minor problems with traction.

He hugged himself closer to the frosted surface of the Alaskan highway and accelerated northwards. The road tested him as it writhed its way across the land. Jazz chased it, with the thrill of perfect control pulsing through him. He slid — broadsiding through the curves — and climbed through the howling gears, arrowing into the straights, cutting through an occasional brief convoy of toiling trucks, like a barracuda through a shoal of jellyfish. The stillness of the massive land invited speed — its silence, noise.

This landscape dwarfed even the Autobots, he thought. How it must oppress and torment the humans who came here! Their design allowed them only marginal resistance to temperature fluctuations. Thankfully, in this, as in most other aspects, Autobots were far superior machinery.

Jazz considered the force which drove him at such speed towards the heart of the Yukon region on the boundary between Canada and Alaska — the perpetual, Earthbound war with the Decepticons. This mission, on which he had embarked with his comrade, Hoist, should have been a straightforward one. A simple observation of the Constructicons, perhaps rounded off with a bit of simple sabotage for good measure. However, something had gone drastically wrong.

Jazz squeezed a few extra revolutions from his motor. He needed to hurry. There were still one hundred miles to cover before he must leave the road, then the same distance again across difficult terrain, to bring him to the origin point of Hoist’s signal. He had not realised that their line of communications had become so extended. It was bad tactics. With enemies as dangerous as the Decepticons, mistakes could be costly.

ACTION AT LAST!

Despite a sense of foreboding, Jazz could not deny that the action was doing him good. He had been idle for too long. For three weeks he had been locked in a freight container. First there was a week, en route from San Francisco to Skagway by sea — a journey which had stressed his balance circuits severely. Then, a further two weeks in a Skagway freight yard, with all systems shut down to conserve fuel. Listening watch only, had been the orders — it had seemed like eternity. When, finally, the brief signal had found his eager antennae and tripped his systems into life, it had not been the one he was expecting. It had been a single brief transmission on the Auto- bots’ Urgent Distress Frequency.

Hoist had done good work as a scout in the past, Jazz had thought as, gunning his powerful motor fiercely, he had cracked out of the steel container as if it were tinfoil; but he lacked flair. He was too methodical for fieldwork. He was a workshop machine, maintainance was his strength. However, with the Decepticons fighting on so many different fronts, the Autobot warriors were spread too thinly. All hands were pressed into service; constant opposition to the enemy was vital. Now Hoist had got himself into trouble. Jazz hoped that his comrade had not tangled with the Constructicons. They would turn him into scrap and use him to make rivets.

Like a snarling bullet, the Porsche ripped into the sub-arctic night. In his riotous wake, snakes of powdered snow writhed, hissing from the road.

SHREWD TACTICS

Until he had stepped into the hole, Hoist had been well satisfied with progress of his mission. It had been no easy task to locate and observe the enemy unit in such haphazard and gargantuan geography as that of the Yukon territory. A city could be lost and never found here. But by shrewd tactics and thoroughly practised techniques he had accomplished his task.

He had tracked the Constructicons and for three days he had waited motionless in the dark, cold, shadows of the mountainside. Only his powerful full-spectrum scanners operated in this time — locked onto the activity of the Constructicons, as constantly they mined and tunnelled their way into the permanently deep-frozen silt of the river plain below.

Whether it was a tactical base they were building, or a mine for some kind of mineral fuel source, Hoist had been unable to ascertain from long range. So, as the Constructicons had now become invisible to his sensory receptors — other than as a clatter of indistinguishable industry beneath the surface of the ice- bound ground — he had deduced that the risk involved in a covert, close-quarters reconnaissance of the target was acceptable.

He had raised his massive bulk to a vertical position. Ice which had lacquered him burst away from his flexing joints in small crystal explosions as the Autobot manoeuvred his frosted form down towards the terraces of the frozen flood-plain.

Conscious of his high sensor profile in this open country, Hoist had kept low, hugging the occasional rocky shoulder with which the mountains nudged the ice-skirted streams towards the river. In this fashion he had approached to within half-a-mile of the enemy’s subterranean work site.

DISASTER!

Then, crossing a low ridge-top with all sensors locked firmly onto the target — alert for the sudden, searing light of a laser — waiting for the rush and metal- tearing fire of a missile — Hoist had stepped forward into nothing. Sudden, split-second, bottomless, unknown, no- thing.

With a gyro-wrenching jolt the drop had stopped short and Hoist was trapped, suspended, held by the shoulders in the impossible grip of the earth frozen hard as granite. His huge legs had flailed at emptiness in wild, futile, energy expenditure and his torso had flexed and strained against the immovable walls of the pit into which he had fallen. Then came realisation that a moment of carelessness had brought potential dis- aster on him and his mission.

He had fallen into some kind of vertical shaft — not a natural feature — and was now wedged with his arms trapped uselessly by his sides. Worst of all, his head and the armoured dome of his shoulders were sticking up above the surface of the ground, like a beacon for the first Constructicon who surfaced for a routine defensive scan. He had decided to risk a brief emergency trans- mission, calculating that even if the enemy intercepted his signal and destroyed him, Jazz would still have the target’s location.

As the frozen hours passed, there was wind. With the wind came snow — swarming out of the darkness liked crazed bees. The Autobot scout waited. He could do nothing else.

ROUGH TERRAIN

After leaving the Alaskan highway and enduring twenty miles of cratered dirt road, until the risk of mechanical damage began to outweigh the benefits of speed, Jazz reluctantly abandoned his Porsche mode and transformed.

There had followed eight hours of slow, zig-zag navigation through a savage landscape. He had climbed boulder-strewn mountain passes and ploughed, stumbling through drifted fields of snow. The wind drove constant flights

of ice needles which scoured him abrasively, periodically clogging his sensory receptors, blinding and disorientating him as he struggled to make his way towards the source of the distress signal.

His sensors determined the location of the Constructicons easily enough. Briefly he considered a lightning, maximum fire-power strike on the concealed installation. But however tempting the prospect of entombing the Constructicons in a crypt of their own manufacture, Jazz's priority had had to be to ascertain the fate of Hoist. He thought he detected traces of Autobot alloys — but the geometry of the image was wrong.

Apprehensively he went to full scanner power and focused. Out on the snow carpet he now distinguished the head and shoulders of his comrade. The Constructicons must have destroyed him and left this wreckage as a warning — or a trap. Fascination and dread drew Jazz down onto his belly and he furrowed forward through the snow, armour grinding on the hard ground beneath. His weaponry was ranged and armed.

As he drew near to the remains of Hoist, he was fine-tuned to a hair trigger of violent reaction, expecting a Constructicon ambush at any second. So, when suddenly his comrade’s head swivelled towards him and spoke, it was unfortunate, but not surprising, that Jazz reacted in the way that he did.

Hoist had remained completely still as the snow hurried down around him, covering his body and the pit. Once more he had shut down all systems except for perception, to minimise the chances of detection by the enemy and to conserve fuel. When, eventually, he sensed movement behind him he knew that it must be Jazz. Gratefully he turned to greet him.

RELEASED

His comrade’s action was spontaneous — and ultimately disastrous. At the sound of Hoist’s voice, Jazz flipped over in a blur of motion. He snapped into an attack position and Hoist saw the Autobot’s photon-rifle lurch as it discharged a concentrated gem of solar power into the Constructicon position.

“Why?” Hoist asked, bewildered. “Why did you do that?”

As soon as he had fired, Jazz realised he had responded more like an untested junior warrior on his first mission, than a hardened Autobot commander. He had jeopardised their position in the extreme. He recovered his equilibrium and sprang into action. Straddling the pit, he bent and thrust down his arms to find firm purchase on the smooth, hard armour of the trapped Autobot. Enormous feet chewed into the frozen ground as machinery stressed and levered. Jazz increased power to maximum and, slowly, the dead weight of Hoist began to lift from the pit.

“Trust you to come all this way without mishap and then to fall into a gold-mine at the last minute!”

“Gold-mine?” replied Hoist, as his shoulder armour screamed in friction with the rock-hard earth.

“Do you mean that humans would endure these conditions to dig a useless metal from the ground…”

“They have no logic.”

Jazz would have liked to explain what he had learned of the Klondike gold rushes. How hundreds of thousands of men and women forced their way into the wilderness — enduring misery upon misery, deprivation upon deprivation — in order to win riches and respect. But he knew that Hoist would not understand — and the time was inappropriate.

With an ungainly metallic slithering, the bulk of the freed Autobot tangled him into the snow. Jazz extricated him- self and was about to suggest that they made a hasty strategic withdrawal when he was distracted by a sudden prickle of light from the enemy position. He barely had time to acknowledge this as laser fire, when the world turned red and then disappeared in a flare of purest sterile white.

Clumsily rolling into an operating position, Hoist saw and felt the vicious lines of laser light cutting the air and boiling into the snow around them. Instinctively, he returned fire, his arm launching a covering pattern of heat-seeking missiles which charged, vapour trailing behind them, into the enemy emplacement. He looked for Jazz — and was dismayed to see him stationary and fully exposed to the Constructicon fire. Hoist’s expert eye scanned for damage — and found it. Jazz had been hit in the side of the head.

The armoured steel, still glowing faintly, was puckered around a small, neat puncture. Hoist knew that the Autobot’s sensory and logistical circuits — a complex honeycomb of micro-circuitry — must have been powdered by this hot-shot.

The Constructicons were fanning out, trying to surround them before moving in to finish them off. Hoist had to get both of them into concealment, or a strong defensive position — or they were doomed.

Fortunately, although Jazz's logic circuits had been re-structured by the laser, his motor mechanisms were unimpaired. Bellowing wildly, Hoist bundled him frantically towards the sheltering slopes of the dark mountainside. With fortune and the inaccuracy of the Constructicon marksmen, they might just make it before they were overrun…

CONFUSION

Abruptly, he was aware that he had been moving for a long time.

Who was he? Where was he? Why was he?

What was that thunderous voice that roared in his head? Why was he being pushed, slipping, sliding, crashing and reeling through the jagged black and soft white of this place?

On a ridgetop, he stopped and turned to consider his tormentor, a powerful machine of destruction and violence. He struggled to frame intelligible sounds, but a siren wail that seemed to mimic the wind was all that burst from him. Simultaneously, a splash of fire blossomed beside them, throwing out shoots of rock and ice which rattled and punched at his metallic hide.

He was still listening to the complex percussion of the falling debris, when the violent machine swung a mighty arm and struck him a ringing blow. Surprised and unbalanced, he toppled and fell, limbs scrabbling wildly for grip where there was none. Then he was moving, accelerating downwards in a reckless exhilaration of speed, cleaving up plumes of soft, white powder. He was out of control.

“Move! Move!” Hoist roared in frustration. His damaged comrade stood, vacant, as if engrossed in some strange entertainment. Hoist shoved him again, as he had been shoving him for hour after mountainous hour, mile after ice-bound mile, trying desperately to keep ahead of the pursuing Constructicons.

He watched for a second as Jazz tobogganed down the ice-slope and then, spurred on by the laser fire that pierced and shattered the black rock around him, he too launched himself on the armour-rattling descent.

If Hoist’s navigation was correct they should have cleared the high peaks now and should soon be able to make the tree-line and find forest cover. Fifteen hundred feet below, he came abruptly to rest at the foot of the ice-slope. He shook free the snow that had compacted itself in his scanners and looked for his hapless companion. Locating him, Hoist groaned inwardly — more aberrant behaviour!

The second-in-command of the Autobot Warriors, right-hand of the great Optimus Prime, was sitting atop a large snow-clad boulder — his attention rapt upon six balls of compacted snow, which he manipulated skillfully from hand to hand, managing to keep them all airborne and mobile.

Juggling. In the midst of a potential battle-zone, he was juggling! Still, at least there was nothing wrong with his co-ordination, thought Hoist.

COVER AT LAST

After several miles of difficult descent through a boulder-choked gully, they entered the forest.

Hoist felt marginally more secure as they moved between the trees. They would help screen them from the Constructicon scanners. His damaged companion, Jazz, seemed to be inhabiting a different world. He had lost all awareness of their mission and the danger they were in. He sauntered along, stopping to investigate every feature of their environment in minute detail, as if each held the secrets of the Universe. It was highly tedious and Hoist wasted critical fuel in constantly prodding the Autobot onwards.

Hoist had calculated that their fuel reserves would not take them beyond reach of the enemy. They were going to need transport. A vague plan was forming in his logic centres. He knew that, mathematically, its chances of success were slim; but the only alternative was ultimate destruction at the hands of the Constructicons. They must press on to the south. They needed a river.

Simultaneous with the awareness of a distant crashing and shattering of timber which assailed his senses, Hoist realised that Jazz was no longer with him. Desperately he scanned, trying to locate his comrade’s metal bulk amongst the distracting ghost images thrown back by the trees.

Jazz sat as if sculpted from the landscape. His attention was wholly focused on a stunningly perfect piece of machinery. Four delicately precise limbs supported a powerful, lithe, brown torso. The head, set atop a strong flexible neck, bore strange, spreading antennae with which, for some mysterious purpose, it scraped at the column of one of the tall, static machines.

Suddenly, the entrancing machine froze. Briefly, it cocked its head to one side and then was gone. Disappointed, he turned to find the Violent One shouldering his way through the densely packed columns, like an avalanche.

DEVASTATOR!

Hoist knew from the scale and volume of the fast closing pursuit that the Constructicons must have combined into their awesome composite form — Devastator. Frantically he bullied the unwilling Jazz through the clawing forest. He was urged both by the horrendous tearing of timber, as the gargantuan Decepticon machine levelled all before it in its single-minded desire to annihilate them — and by the fact that he sensed the presence of water ahead.

In seconds they broke from the trees and stood on the rocky banks of a river.

Instantly Hoist was assailed by doubt. A hundred yards upstream the towering, curved, concrete wall of what he recognised to be a hydro-electric dam spanned the river gorge. What should have been a violent torrent was reduced to a sedate surge. Surely the water would not have depth or power enough for his purpose. Nevertheless, with Devastator’s ruthless destruction of the forest rending the mountain air, he knew that defeat could not be contemplated. They were Heroic Autobots — the conflict would continue to the end.

Quickly Hoist selected four tall, thick pine trees. With a series of rapid, powerful movements, he felled and stripped them of branches. Then he manipulated them into the water. It was barely deep enough to float them.

Hoist sensed that the end was near. They would have to stand and fight.

Fifty yards downstream, the mighty form of Devastator ripped, splintering out of the forest. Remorselessly it scanned the river gorge for its enemies. Hoist primed his weaponry and looked for Jazz. In full view, the damaged Autobot was standing, facing the soaring wall of the dam, calmly scanning it from top to bottom and from side to side.

CAUGHT IN THE OPEN

Ugly, he thought to himself. This wall was ugly. It should not be here, obstructing the flow of the water. The water was a part of the big machine that was this planet. The planet was part of the solar system and that was part… The wall was wrong.

Sounds from behind turned him. Two things were happening. The Violent One who harrassed him constantly, was approaching at speed and beyond him a gigantic machine straddled the river, crushing boulders to powder under its enormous weight. This giant was pointing at him.

Then the Violent One cannoned into him, slamming him back into the ugly concrete of the wall. At the same moment, from the pointing arm of the giant machine, a light flared out, like the light of suns. Energy crackled past him and solid heat chewed into the wall, concentrating on a patch which suddenly spurted water and steam in a glittering power-jet.

Then the Violent One was dragging him again. The pulsing light danced from the giant's arm several more times but it did not touch them. The Violent One reached suddenly for his head — and then there was nothing at all.

FINAL CHANCE

There was a chance, one final, desperate chance. Hoist saw it and took it. The ten-thousand degree pulse of solar energy which Devastator had launched at Jazz had punched a hole straight through the dam. Hoist saw cracks, beginning as filaments but rapidly spreading into a web which crumbled from its centre. He knew that he had but scant seconds.

He dragged Jazz to where the tree trunks bobbed and lurched, side by side on the slowly rising river. With the quick, deft skill of an expert mechanic, he shut down Jazz’s systems completely. He just had time to lay the disabled Autobot on the loose raft and throw himself on top — clenching and binding the tree trunks together with his own huge strength — before the dam disintegrated.

A mighty, surging roar of water boiled into the river gorge and plucked up the cumbersome vessel like a feather, spinning and tossing it forward in a wild freedom of escape.

An image, which would remain in Hoist’s memory banks forever, swept by. In panic and alarm, the Constructicons had disassembled from their Devastator mode as the churning wall of water spewed over them. In a split second they were submerged — bowled and scraped along the bottom of the gorge like pebbles — whilst the Autobots’ raft surfed over them on wild wings of water.

The mission was over, thought Hoist. They had failed, but not completely. The war would continue and he and his comrade Jazz, repaired by Ratchet, would fight the Decepticons again.

Two days later, at a back-road gas- station, just south of the Canadian border, a sleepy pump-jockey was surprised to see a towtruck towing a battered Porsche that looked as if it had been in the wars. He was more surprised, as he watched them disappear down the road, to realise that it had no driver. By Jamie Delano.

[rekas-writes]

hi!!! i’ve just discovered your account and i really love it!!!

mayhaps could i request a sova with an s/o who’s the touchy type?? like boops, headpats, hugs and all that stuff !!

thank you! :]

A/N: Hi and thank you so much! :D I’m glad you’re loving the content! I hope this one-shot fits the order! I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a drabble or one-shot, so I made a short-ish one-shot! This was very cute to think about and write though :D

✧☕✧ Thank you for ordering, please do visit again soon~! ✧🍮✧

The Touchy Feely Type

Pair: Sova/GN! Agent! Reader

Type: One-Shot - 1642 words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Sova’s gotten rather used to your earnest displays of physical affection, so much so that he finds himself unknowingly expecting it every time he sees you. However, lately, you’ve been quite elusive due to your schedule- leaving him rather antsy with your lack of attention. 

TW: None

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You’d always been the physical touch type; the type of person to express their affections through all manners of touch, whether they be friend or lover. It came easily to you, giving a small pat here and a friendly ruffle of the hair there. It was simple and effective, earning you many strong friendships. From bear hugs with Phoenix and Raze to headpats with Jett and Skye; you could even say you’ve given Omen a hug before- not that anyone would really believe you. Or that you’d say a word about it-

It had started when you’d booped him on the nose for a nice shot, startling him and causing him to give you a confused look. The smile on your face from his reaction made his heart flutter more than he would admit. He slowly got used to your touches, with you reaching out first and making a gesture to avoid startling him- like holding your arms out for a hug. 

Sova had been rather apprehensive and stiff with your affections at first, not that he hated your touch, but more on the lines of physical affection being rather rare. He only really offered hugs if someone was in distress. Affection was mostly verbal, which became one of the most comfortable and easiest forms for him. However, the longer he fought by your side, the longer he was exposed to your affections. It simply grew in frequency and evolved when you’d finally confessed to each other. It became rather easy to predict when you were coming, turning just in time to catch you as you jump-hugged him- even if he were busy. He didn’t need any kind of hint.

It was pretty funny to the other agents, just how in sync you were. From the way you could read each other on the battlefield, to how one moment someone could be talking to Sova and the next they would see a blur that was in fact you glued to his side- his arms tucked under yours. Then, you would be off- happy with the quick affection you stole. You were both already too sweet on your own as it is, it practically gave them cavities to see you two interact.

However, lately, you've found yourself swarmed with work. Brimstone had been choosing you to go on more missions lately, with your skills fitting rather nicely with the jobs he needed done. You were more than happy to oblige, but that left you with little choice but to see your friends and boyfriend less and less. Hugs and headpats turned to quick, rushed pats on the shoulder as you dashed from hallway to hallway, place to place. You couldn’t catch a break.

As of now, you were bolting for the hangar. You needed to get to the dropship now or Viper would certainly boil you alive. But, as you saw Sova, you slowed your pace just enough to reach out and headpat him with a small, apologetic smile. One second wouldn’t hurt. He took a moment before looking down with a small, gentle smile, the type that melted all your worries of the day, before his arms opened expectantly- almost predicting your next move. However, you were off just as quickly as you came, shouting an apology down the hallway.

Ever the worry-wart, the archer couldn’t help the frown on his face as he watched your fading figure. He knew you were getting busier and busier by the day, something you couldn’t help, he reasoned with himself. Every agent was undoubtedly so, given their profession. Saving the world wasn’t a 10 minute job. But, despite his trademark cool and calm demeanour he maintained on and off the battlefield, he found he couldn’t quite quell this strange yearning feeling in his chest. He worried for you whenever there was a battle to be won, though he knew you were more than capable of fending for yourself. There was a reason you were in the Protocol after all. Yet, beside the worries, he found himself unable to shake off this strange ache. This need to hold you longer than a touch.

Most nights, since your sudden increase in demand, ended with him on his own, with you rarely popping in due to either overnight missions or simply passing out on your bed- exhausted. Your fleeting touches whenever you were together just weren’t enough anymore. He missed the warmth that followed your affections. The time spent simply being in each other’s presence. The Initiator didn’t even realise he could miss something like this. It’d never really been something he thought intensively about before you waltzed into his life.

Your current mission had been rather tedious and long, and you were longing to go home as soon as possible. The comforts of your bed or Sova’s sounded rather luxurious right now after rolling around in the sands of Bind. You were pretty sure there was sand in places you didn’t think sand could go. It was near enough night when you landed, with few agents hanging around in the corridors.

Tipping your shoes out once the dropship landed, you ignored Phoenix’s poorly stifled cackling targeted at you. You lift an eyebrow as a loud, audible crunch rings out under his first step out, staring at him with a pointed look. He just looks sheepish as he turns around, so you can only see his back, and you hear the soft shift of sand as it pours out. You’re almost tempted to kick your sand pile at him, but a) you were very tired and b) Viper would probably snap at you two to stop acting like children. She seemed a lot more sour than usual, probably from the sand too.

You hurry down the hall to your dorm and shower, only slightly disappointed that Sova wasn’t resting in your room. At least you could surprise him!

You're quick as you throw your sleep wear on, eager to finally have some quality time with the Initiator. You didn’t have to think about tomorrow, having finally been granted a couple days’ rest as reward for your hard work and dedication. There was already a smile tugging at your lips as you reached his door. You couldn’t lie, you missed being around Sova properly. You’d given up so much time for affection, but it was all gonna be worth it.

As you knock, there’s little pause before the door swings open,

“Hey! Missed me?” you smile cheekily, swaying side to side with an extra pillow tucked under your arm. In the short beat of silence, you take a moment to properly take in his tired features. His blonde hair is down and all ruffled, tousled by what seemed to be a restless nap that you’d probably woken him from. Yet despite the fatigue on his features, his dual-coloured, prismatic eyes seem to brighten evermore at seeing you. And as your mutual stare holds for just a second longer, you realise just how much you missed him. 

There’s little time to react as warmth surrounds you. Familiar arms quickly fold around you, securing you in their grasp almost desperately. The way he’s clinging on to you is way too strong to break free from, not that you’d really want to. You blink before a rather large, amused smile pops up on your face. You’d never taken Sova as the touch starved type. You bury your face in his chest and wind your arms under his, hugging him back with just as much gusto and attempting to sway the two of you playfully.

He’s whispering into your hair, the ache of separation more apparent in the way he refuses to let go to talk. As though you’d disappear from him once again, “I missed you so much, my dear…” His eyes are closed, relaxed in both the relief of knowing you’re safe from your recent excursion and relief in having you by his side once more.

You’re at ease for the first time in a long time, letting the moment take hold. There’s a fuzzy feeling in your chest, and you’re sure Sova’s feeling it too with the way he’s smiling in your hair. With a mutual free day tomorrow, you sure as hell were both catching up on the lost time. Nothing was gonna stop you from sleeping in and cuddling,

“Can we just… Stay like this? Tonight and tomorrow?” you muse softly, eyes closing against the soft fabric of his shirt. There’s warmth radiating off of him, like some kind of natural radiator. He chuckles, rubbing soothing circles into your back,

“Of course, my love. I’d love nothing more,” he murmurs, before guiding the both of you to bed- tucking your extra pillow into the few he had. As you slide under the plush covers, it hits you just how tired you really are from the constant back-to-back missions. The constant alertness you held just in case of an ambush. The constant threat of gunfire that loomed over your head. It was taxing, more than you could really admit. You were devoted to the cause, but that didn’t mean you didn’t need breaks.

Settling in, you stay close to Sova with a soft, relaxed smile- embracing this small slice of mundane heaven away from it all. With how comfortable you are, you aren’t too surprised when you start dozing off for real. Your breathing slows, every muscle lax as you’re surrounded by the familiar smell of his cologne and the familiarity of his figure curved around you. You figured you’d be the small spoon tonight. He’s murmuring sweet nothings, a mix of English and Russian as he lulls you to sleep- mushy declarations of love in between.

You’re safe and loved by the archer you hold dearly, you think to yourself, and you believe it with all your heart.

[unrequitedloveletter]

Snowstorm- Pin Hawthorne

Okay!! I’m writing this one out because if I don’t, the idea will bug me until I do! I couldn’t get it out of my head and this was the result. 

I did age the characters up to around 20 for this one!

Holiday requests are open!! I’m choosing the fics I’ll do for the Five Days of Christmas Queue soon, so if you want a request that you send to be one of those days, please don’t hesitate to drop something into my inbox! 

Fic type- fluff. I’ve been in a sentimental mood because of the holidays and that manifests really clearly here

Warnings- mentions of ripping someones eyes out (its a soc reference, referencing when Kaz ripped out oomens eyes.) references to alcohol and alcohol consumption, a brief mention of throwing up (it’s referred to as ‘yakking’ in this instance) a couple mentions of hangovers

You always did love it when winter finally decided to grace Bright Fields. It got colder, snow became an issue of frequency, and it was when you and Pin were finally able to bank all the PTO you’d saved throughout that year, taking a solid five weeks off but going in on occasion to make sure things were in order even still. 

But, alas, that day was not one where either of you planned to go in. Zoe, Jade, Mia, Becky and Marcus had stayed the previous night in favor of binge watching Christmas movies, stuffing your faces with popcorn and peppermint candy, and drinking a bit more alcohol than you probably should’ve. 

The following morning, you woke with good memories of the impromptu Christmas party, though you knew that, when you eventually spent Christmas together as a group, there’d be so much alcohol that you would wake up on Christmas Day with the worst hangover of the year. 

You turned, phone in hand, to face Pin, laughing a bit as you realized it. Pin had been sleeping on his side, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding the pillow on which his head rested. 

It hadn’t been such when he’d fallen asleep, but the beige cat you’d adopted and named Eggnog for the color of her fur had found a decent spot to rest. She’d been laying next to Pin, head tucked into the crook of his neck. 

You took a photo and turned around, putting your phone on the nightstand as Pin reached out, pulling you closer.

“Morning, love,” he whispered. You hummed in response, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his forehead as his eyes opened.

He pressed his forehead to yours, hand that’d been on your waist moving up to cup your cheek as Eggnog moved. Neither of you had been looking at her, but you heard the sound of all four of her paws meeting the ground as she leapt from the bed, heard the slight creek of the door as she wiggled it open past the inch you’d accidentally left it open the night previous, when you went downstairs to get a glass of water to help ease the hangover that you knew was coming. 

“How much time do you think we have?”

“Marcus and Zoe got absolutely slammed,” you said. “I’ve never seen someone so short drink so many peppermint schnapps in so little time. It was bloody madness.”

“Did they drink water?” Pin asked.

“Mia tried to get them to. They didn’t,” you said. “Even so, I’d say we’ve got another two minutes. Eggnog has left, so she’s no doubt found Becky and Jade. She’ll probably lead them here and bonk their faces in search of forehead kisses once they grace our door.” 

Pin laughed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer. 

“Remind me to never mix my alcohols like that again,” Pin said. “This headache was not worth switching from peppermint schnapps to bourbon. No way in bloody hell.”

“Seltzer is fucking nightmare drink,” you said. “I’m glad that Becky and I split the mudshakes, and damn it if eggnog and brandy wasn’t a brilliant idea. The hangover is a thousand percent worth it, I will say.” 

Pin hummed, pulling you into a kiss that was brief and smiling into it. 

As you pulled Pin into a hug, you heard Eggnogs trill as she entered, felt the bed dip as she rounded it and came to loaf on your side.

“Jade?” You called.

“It’s me, Becks, and Mia,” she said. “Marcus and Zoe are yakking it up in the bathrooms. Becky and I are ordering McDonalds. Mia is gonna dip before the snowstorm takes a head, check on the horses and come back ‘round. Do you lot want anything?” 

“I’ve got the cost,” Pin said.

“I’m chipping in,” Jade rebutted. Pin shook his head, turning away from you to meet her gaze. You sighed, resting your chin against his shoulder as Eggnog stretched, digging her paws into the side of your stomach before she rounded past your head and went to rest on Pins pillow.

“My treat, Jade. Just this once, I promise.” 

Jade hummed as she and Becky came in, where Mia bid you two goodbye and promised to be back before the snowstorm hit. 

“How’s the hangover?” Jade asked as she sat at the foot of the bed. Pin sat up, leaning his torso against the headboard as Eggnog wandered over to Jade. He leaned over to the nightstand, grabbing the chain he kept his engagement ring on and carefully putting it on.

“Bloody well worth it,” you said as you sat up, leaning your head against Pins shoulder. “We’re all buckling down here until the snowstorm passes, yeah?”

“Mia might go home, I think,” Jade said. “I’m glad she’s chilled out since we first met, but I think she still needs alcohol to tolerate Pins friendly scowl without having something mean to say about it.” 

You laughed as you grabbed your engagement ring from your nightstand, slipping it onto your finger as Pin snorted. 

“Friendly scowl?” He asked. Jade shrugged as Eggnog wandered to Becky, who’d taken up a spot against a wall, knees near her chest.

“It’s the most accurate description anyone working at Bright Fields will ever be able to come up with,” Becky said. “It used to be called menacing but it’s grown to be friendly since you met Y/N. You stopped glaring at people when you met them.” 

“I did not,” Pin said, though he laughed. Becky shot him a look of disbelief as she stood, Eggnog having climbed onto her shoulder as she moved to sit next to Becky at the foot of the bed. 

“You totally did,” she said. “You’re just in denial because you think it makes you look less intimidating, when, newsflash, your resting face genuinely makes you look like a ruthless crime lord capable of ripping out someones eyes. You don’t stop looking intimidating just because you stop glaring at people.” 

You laughed, pressing a kiss to Pins cheekbone, and Jade caught the way that he turned to look at you as he grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before pressing a peck to your lips.

“The way that you look at Y/N is what takes away from your ability to intimidate others,” Jade said. “Now that I think about it, I was so afraid of you until they came around and you looked at them like they were the reason behind all that’s good in the world.” 

You laughed. “He doesn’t look at me like that.”

Marcus scoffed, causing the four of you to practically jump out of your skin as he and Zoe entered the room.

“He does, Y/N, and you look at him like he’s the beauty amongst the rest of the chaos,” Marcus said. “To think that he looks at you like you’re anything less than the most important person in the entirety of his world is to play the part of the fool, honestly.”

You felt your cheeks warm and turned to look at him as Eggnog the cat found her favorite spot to rest. She always liked to curl up between you and Pin when there was enough space, often sprawling out across both of your laps. 

“I love you, Pin,” you whispered. He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

“I love you too,” he whispered back. He turned to Jade.

“Pass me your phone. We should get breakfast before the storm sets in.” 

[sailor-toni]

Why Nobody Works for the Fenton's

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“Think fast! What is the frequency that can disrupt a ghost's physical form?” Mrs. Fenton gleefully asked.

“Um… 150 decibels?” Valerie hugged the clipboard to her chest, surprised by the smile Mrs. Fenton had.

“No, but a good guess. It’s actually much higher than that! The high noise affects the ectoplasmic cells, and causes them to vibrate, losing their connections and bonds to one another, resulting in a ghost losing their physical form and turning into a mass of ectoplasmic goo.”

“You have a weapon that can do that?” Valerie asked.

“Well, no. This is only theory, as a weapon that could do that would cause serious hearing damage to anyone holding the weapon. And since the local farmers won’t give us permission to test on their land anymore, we haven’t had the right environment to test it,”

“Why won’t the local farmers let you test on their lands anymore?”

“Because they are cowards who can’t see what progress we are doing!” Jack yelled from the back of the lab. He was covered in thick cables that spired around his arms and legs. Each one looked to be over a hundred pounds, but the man carried them with ease.

“We accidentally covered one of their fields with experimental ectoplasm,” Maddie whispered into Valerie’s ear. “The corn outside of Amity Park is now considered ‘toxic’.” She put air quoted around toxic.  

“Valerie!” Jack turned his body, the cables dragging against the metal floor. “If any son of a gun from the EPA calls or arrives at the door, tell him to eat grass! The Fenton’s don’t answer to the government!” Valerie sucked her breath. She didn’t want to say anything that would offend the Fentons, especially since they were kind enough to give her a paid internship.

                 Casper High required that all of its students do a two-week internship in order to graduate. Most students do it in their senior year and help out one of the local businesses. She would’ve asked her Dad for an internship at his place, but then Phantom showed up. Her second choice was city hall. Dash, Kwan, and the rest of the football team got internships with city hall a year ago, but then Phantom held the old Mayor hostage, and the internship program was cut to pay for more security.  But that was fine. Nobody wanted to intern with the Fentons, the crazed duo had scared off anyone who would be willing to work with them. Everyone but Valerie, who needed them for one reason and one reason alone.  Information on ghosts! 

Also, she needed money after ghost hunting cost her the Nasty Burger job, and the Fentons were one of the few places that even offered paid internships.

“So, um Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what will I be doing here?” 

“Great question Valerie! You will uhhhh, Honey what will she be doing?” Jack stuck his bottom lip out, his face was frozen as if he forgot what he was going to say. 

“You will be helping us keep the lab clean, change the ghost portal filter, answer any email or call that comes in, keeping stock of inventions and weapons, and helping us out in experiments.” Valerie nodded along, a lot of her tasks sounded very boring and typical; the last two options made her eyes light up. 

“And if you’re good at all that, we might even hire you as our assistant!” 

“Jack, we haven’t fully discussed that yet.” 

“Oh come on Maddie! Look at her, I bet she will be amazing!” 

Valerie stood there and smiled, if she could make this her new job, she would have access to all the weapons she would need, maybe they could teach her how to make the weapons, and she could make them at home. Valerie could already see Phantom’s face when she opened hell on earth with the stockpiles these two had. 

Her first day was spent walking through the lab and command center, her brain overloaded with what every button, gun, and icon did. At the end Valerie was sure these fools were secretly loaded, how else did they get their hands on all this material, and guns, and chemicals. Maddie had a secret room in the downstairs lab, locked to prevent her kids (aka DANNY) from pouring acid on themselves, full of every kind of poison, acid, and chemical imaginable. 

“Your first task tomorrow is to organize all of these. Don’t worry, we have a spare hazmat suit in the bunker,” Maddie said. 

“You have a bunker?” said Valerie.

“Yes, in case anyone attacks or the Russians finally nuke us. I’ll show you that later, I don’t want to give you too much information today.” Maddie chuckled as if it was all a joke. She continued explaining what each chemical did and where it had to go, but Valerie's eyes traveled to the back of the hidden room. 

“Mrs. Fenton, what is that?” 

“That is a live ghost we keep here in the lab. We use it to harvest ectoplasms and our experiments. Don’t worry it can’t feel anything we do to it, I lobotomized it years ago,” again she said it with a chuckle and a smile. The ghost had pale green skin and even paler hair, dark circles outlined his eyes like wastelands outside a drained oasis. “We found it outside a natural portal back in 1992 right before it closed. He put up quite a fight, but nothing compares to my Jack, and a fully loaded gun,” Maddie walked over and tapped the glass. “Jack and I joke that he is the hardest worker in our lab. Aren't you Harold?” Harold floated in the green liquid, his legs dissolving into nothing more than a pile of goo. “We usually keep a tarp over him when we don’t have to use him. I wonder who moved it. Oh! I found it!” She grabbed the black tarp and swung it over the tank, as the dark shroud covered Harold’s helpless features, Valerie thought she saw his hand move.  

[523rdrebel]

Heeeeyyy... I'm here for the OC x OC shipping and am bringing Ella along looking for a friend or a romance.

Ella Orunitia is a Jedi Archeologist-kind of a Jedi Indiana Jones. She has a Dad joke sense of humor and her bestie describes her as "feral with a veneer of elegance" can equally be seen in an evening gown or covered head to toe in dust and mud from a dig site. light brown hair in a pixie cut with dark tanned skin and green eyes.

Can't wait to see!

Love & Wrecker Hugs!

Hello, love! Thank you for sharing Ella with me! This is a little out of the box, perhaps, but I think Ella and Siren would be a fun pairing!

CT-6161 Siren he's an exhausted Medic, with a very dry sense of humor. He’s dry but he’s really quite fun. Says whatever is on his mind. Has a tendency to rant about the bull he has to deal with as a Corrie medic. Stares into space fantasizing about a world where they don’t take orders from rich arrogant political pricks. (NOT a clone you want working a Gala or Political meeting…) Siren was named due to the frequency with which his CT number was called for help during training. It was like a siren call.

Head Canons:

He'd roll his eyes at the dad jokes at first, but ultimately find them cute and endearing. Ella purposely makes dad jokes and puns whenever she's near Siren to get him to break into a smile or laugh. It takes a while and becomes a sort of competition between the two of them. The joke that finally breaks his stoic demeanor comes out of nowhere and he can't hold back a deep chuckle. Ella celebrates her victory loudly and boisterously, and he can't help the small affectionate glance at her.

After that, his gaze softens when he sees her, and he's much more easy with his slight smiles, light chuckles, and is much quicker to respond to her jokes with dry humor.

He tuts at her if he feels like she's being needlessly reckless, and she distracts him from his stresses and complaints about annoying politicians by telling him all about her work, detailing the history and the artifacts she's recovered. While he ultimately couldn't care less about Jedi history, he enjoys hearing Ella talk about hers, and how passionate she is- it makes him yearn for a life where he could choose his own passions- and she distracts him from the stresses of his life.

Also, if they went to a formal gala together, this is what he's wearing:

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 165

Chapter 165: "You Can Fly!"

(I've finally reached that point where those old chapter reviews of mine became consistent, so if there's some deja vu moments with stuff I say from here onwards then I apologize. Might not happen since those were done blindly while I have a perfectly good idea of what happens in the story now, but I'll look back at those posts just in case so I don't become a broken record.)

I find it so adorable that even after so many years, Isabella still thinks of Leslie.

The hatred I feel for Sarah has grown immensely over the past couple months, so of course now I can't help but feel a bit giddy over her being shipped out. Peter eventually comes in with a comment stating that the farm made the decision based on who, between Isabella or Sarah, would be more beneficial to the farms, and with the impressive results Isabella has made during her time as caretaker, she was chosen as the obvious choice to keep around. And rightfully so. Thank heavens.

I know this poor woman just wanted to be free from all this hell and while I certainly don't wish to see Isabella suffer under the farm's rules and restrictions anymore, I love her too much to just see her get killed off, so you gotta stick around for a couple more years to help out the kids honey. It'll be worth it.

As much as I despise the man, I do like the intense shadow Peter gets across him during this panel. It really makes the sinister aura believable with how terrified Isabella looks, and for a woman who's been around death for so long and perfected a strong facade over the years to actually show some kind of fear, that's quite impressive he managed to make her feel that way.

After all this time and now I'm just getting the feeling that Isabella was crying a bit sometime during that panel of her looking at her number and chip implant in the mirror back at GF. Anyways, I know it was intentional for her to look completely scared upon making this deal with Peter here, but I love that it's all just an act as we later find out in ch170. (also, not important but this is my post so it was gonna get mentioned anyway: absolutely thankful that the second season decided to keep Isabella's hair down during this scene. She may have made the deal with one of the GF demons instead of Peter, but I can forgive the anime for that because Isabella just looked so perfect.)

Duh, everything this woman does is impressive. Sure, it's real bummer for those kids who had to be shipped out, but at least we learned during 181.7 that she did lower the frequency of the shipments so a fewer number of children were shipped out all together. It was a whole quality over quantity idea that worked out well so good for her. The less lives lost the better.

I'm certainly repeating myself from somewhere, but the way Isabella was able to successfully rally all the other moms and sisters together in less than a day is just fantastic. Such a power move. I still geek out over it.

Motherly instincts kicking back in (pfft, silly me, as if they ever left. that's genuine concern on her face). It's certainly a painful way to fix a finger but at least she helped!

The switch from "mom" to "caretaker" happens so quick it could give someone whiplash. Honey, I know this is all part of a grand performance but I don't like when you openly treat your precious children as food!

Still wondering how y'all managed to cross the giant cliff in order to sneak into headquarters but whatever works I guess. I'm certain they didn't just cross the bridge since security probably would've been alerted much sooner and I'm not gonna believe they arrived via random hot air balloons like the second season did. Regardless, it was quite a surprise to see Norman armed with a gun but very welcomed. Seeing him in the shelter jacket and pants is a good look for him too.

Favorite panel/moment:

Oh to be lucky enough to receive a hug from such a beautiful woman.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Killjoys Never Die 12/15 - FK-002

Chapter Summary: Party, Fun, Jet and you break into the heart of BLI, their headquarter, in order to free Kobra (eventual) Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 1 575 Series Warnings:  mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up;  jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap: For years you had waited for the moment in which you can set out to save your friend. Now, with Party, Fun and Jet at your side, the Youngbloods ready to back you up, you are finally right below the BLI headquarter in the sewer system.

You wondered how many miles you had walked and crawled through the sewer system. Your once white BLI suit was smeared with dirt, and the further you advanced into the city, the more the stench of faeces and old urine increased. In a distant part of your mind you wondered if you would ever smell anything else again.

After countless turns, up and down ladders and small staircases, and having crawled through passageways that were definitely not made for humans to crawl through, you eventually ended up at the ladder that was supposed to take you into the boiler room right underneath the headquarters of BLI. If you had made no wrong turn in the maze of sewers, that was.

“That’s it,” Party mumbled, turning to all of you. “Whatever happens up there-”

He swallowed thickly.

“We’re there,” you nodded, “The whole way.”

“No matter the end,” Fun added.

“No matter what,” Jet agreed.

Party nodded. You could tell how tense he was, his jaw set, his eyes flickering between all of you. Then he leant forward, wrapping all three of you into a hug at once. You were squeezed between Jet and Fun, Party’s forehead pressing to yours through the masks. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled shakily. It was now or never. All the years of impossible dreams that your crew could be united again… you were so close. So close. And yet so far away.

“Alright. Let’s go,” Party decided and pulled away.

He was the first one climbing up the ladder, carefully opening the lid that covered the entrance to the sewer system. After a moment, he poked his head back through.

“All clear!”

The rest of you followed him, first Jet, and then you, Fun last. The boiler room was hot, making sweat break out on your forehead almost immediately. You were wearing several layers of clothes after all.

“What time is it,” Jet asked.

Right. Timing. Timing was, other than making it through the sewer system, the second big point in the plan. At certain times a day the corridors were as good as empty, when SCARECROWs and DRACs were on patrol over the day, while the office workers sat behind their desks. Between the start of the day shift and the 10am coffee break, that and lunch, lunch and end of day shift…

“We’re still good,” you announced after a glance at the small pocket watch you had taken along.

“What about the Youngbloods?”

“We got another hour before they expect our signal.”

One hour. That was not much.

Usually you might have taken walkie-talkies with you, but those had a tendency to be loud in the least useful moments, and you were worried BLI would pick up on the frequency. So you would simply make use of one of the radio stations in front of the boiler room to send a message to the other Killjoys, should you not require their help via distraction. No signal meant they would come for the rescue.

Nodding to one another, you snuck to the door, which Party opened barely wide enough to glance outside, before he slipped through, the rest of you following him.

From here on out acting was key. You were wearing DRAC suits and masks, so if anyone were to look at you they would not see Killjoys, but simply obedient DRACs. A little dirty maybe, but after a patrol to the desert that was not unusual. Still your heart raced in your throat as you trotted behind Jet and Party up the stairs to the ground level. You had studied the maps, had tried to memorize as much of the building as possible, but still your heart almost stopped when you stood at the back of a huge entrance hall with gigantic glass windows and double doors.

Jet had described this hall to you, once, during a dark night several months back, when neither of you had been able to sleep. Your eyes flickered to the elevators, to the centre of the room, to the doors. Over there Party had been killed, in the centre Kobra, Fun by the doors.

The others seemed to think the same, because you all stopped at the same time, taking in the hall. Now, years later, there were no traces of the blood splatters. The floor and walls were clean and white, the glass had been replaced. Fun brushed his hand against yours, and quickly you looked over to him.

You were certain behind his mask he was trying to look at you reassuringly, but you could only see the black holes of his nightmare inducing DRAC Mask. Quickly you nodded and focused on Party again, who had begun heading to the staircase. You had decided on the stairs because the elevators had cameras, and neither of the three was sure whether they had been accompanied by SCARECROWs when they had been brought to the interrogation rooms and torture chambers.

Underneath the masks it was hard to breathe, and after four floors, you all had to take a short break. So far, nobody had crossed your way. It was suspicious, you thought, but maybe you were just lucky. After all these years you definitely deserved some luck.

You had to climb all the way up to the tenth floor, taking several breaks in between, and one last before stepping into the corridor, so you would not draw attention to yourselves by being out of breathe.

The corridors were, as basically everything in the building, white. Neon-lights lit up as you stepped out of the stairwell, illuminating a corridor that indeed seemed to be high, narrow and endless, just like Party’s drawing had shown.

He pointed to his right, signalling that this was the direction to walk in, so you followed him, Jet walking next to him, you and Fun in the second row. It was the usual formation for a group of four DRACs, and it felt good to see your friends in front of you, even while they were hidden underneath these gruesome uniforms.

Again and again corridors opened to the left and the right, but Party kept walking straight ahead. You had lost count of how many doors and hallways you had walked past, before he turned right. Again straight ahead, then right, then left, again straight ahead. You had imagined you had memorized the maps fairly well, but by now you were entirely lost.

The sudden sound of steps coming your way made your blood freeze, and almost you would have given in to the instinct of turning on your heels, and trying to find someplace to hide. But that would have given you away. Instead you kept walking behind Party, making space for Jet as he fell behind a little and glided into the opening you had created between Party and you. Fun did the same, falling in line behind you, making room for the person who headed your way.

With the mask over your ears it was hard to tell, but just as you were certain the shoes sounded like heels, a woman appeared in your view, not looking at you, completely ignoring you. She was barely older than you, if at all, but she looked like she was at least 50. Her hair was tied back in a knot, not a single hair loose. She wore a white blouse and a white skirt, her white heels clicking with each step she took. As soon as she had passed you, Jet and Fun stirred back to their positions at Party’s and your side.

A few turns later, Party suddenly stopped in front of a door. It was inconspicuous, white like everything else, with a small sign next to it with the number on it.

FK-002

Fabulous Killjoy Number Two. The second they had killed.

You remembered having looked for that number on the list Fun had written down from memory, while he and Jet had grabbed Party from the patrol. And now you had found it.

Party stepped aside after staring at the door for a second.

“Fun-”

Before he could say anything else, Fun had already fallen to his knees in front of the door, and pulled out a small set of what looked like metal needles, which he used to tinker around in the lock.

Your heart had been racing the whole time, but now it was almost painful, black dots threatening to blur your vision. This door was the last thing that separated you from Kobra. Just this door, then you could grab him, and get the hell out of here. Oh, you could not wait to drag Kobra through that goddamn sewer system and into freedom.

A quiet click announced Fun’s success in opening the door, and he stepped aside, gesturing for Party to open the door himself. It was his brother after all you were freeing.

Your hands were cold with nerves, and you fumbled to hold onto Fun’s sleeve as Party placed his hand on the door handle, hesitating a moment before pressing it down. The door swung open quietly. Somehow you had expected it to screech.

The hallway stayed quiet.

Party did not move.

No sound left the room in front of him, only more neon-light fell into the corridor, but you could not see into the room from where you were standing. There was only silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

      Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

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[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine being in a modern world and Obi-Wan Kenobi is your adviser at university. There is nothing wrong with that… until you fall in love with him.

Warnings: well, this one does have more smut than others and maybe it’s not one of my best fanfictions; it’s because I wanted to try something different here—but don’t worry because if there’s smut, there’s plot. If there’s plot, there is fluffy.

Warnings 2: Do not read this if you’re a minor. You have been warned.

***

You were about to defend your thesis before a small council of professors. It’s been a long process researching the techniques of ancient warriors from an specific region in order to prove the theory these techniques were not exclusively medieval, but also part of the date period you were researching.

You and professor Kenobi entered in long hours discussing about it, drinking coffee and losing track of time. This soon became a habit between the two of you. Eventually, this was not about a professor and his student, but rather… friends. Yes, you could be called that.

“You have studied too hard for your exam”, said Kenobi. “Besides why don’t you come at my place to celebrate my birthday? Maybe this will help with anxiety. It is never good to dwell in the books too much right the day before you have an exam.”

You appreciated the invitation, but hesitated. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate? It was not until Kenobi casually mentioned his other student, Anakin, would be there too that you felt like going.

However, didn’t you feel disappointed at him being there? Would you prefer to be just you and him?

Why would you think that? Although he was not not that much older than you, he was still you professor. He was your adviser. He was your friend.

And yet, why did you feel your body heating up every time he came around? When did your regard to Professor Ben Kenobi change?

***

Dressed in a white blouse and dark skirt, which matched your black boots, you decided to show up at Professor Kenobi’s birthday party. You pretended that this was the occasion you needed to chill out—as if you couldn’t relax for your exams by spending time with your friends.

You were not surprised when Anakin opened the door to receive you. He was your professor’s favorite pupil, the two were like brothers. Suddenly you felt like you were intruding. Perhaps you should just leave?

“Hey, Y/N! How’s it going? Come in!”, he pulled you inside before you considered going back. You laughed at how joyous he was. Anakin was like a brother to you and you gladly hugged him. The two of you began this brotherhood when both of you were welcomed by Professor Kenobi as his pupils. Even though he favored Anakin, you did not mind at all.

“I’m great, Ani! Missed you this week. Heard you were approved by the council of professors, right? You are a Master now!” You beamed.

Anakin appreciated your sincerity and friendship. Likewise, he saw you as a sister. Since he started dating Padmé, the two of you saw each other with less frequency than before, but you were always messaging one another. Especially when he was having a hard time preparing for his exam.

It was good to see him there, after all, so any thoughts about before you buried deep in your mind.

“Yeah, I did. All thanks to Ben! He will be very happy to see you”, he said, gleefully.

You did not know why, but you blushed lightly upon his words. Your heart raced a little bit at the thought of being there. Would he be happy to see you? Perhaps you should’ve excused yourself and leave? But you reprehended yourself for behaving so foolishly.

However, all of your social fears sank in when you engage in excited conversations with Anakin. Catching up helped the strange perception that maybe you were an outsider there, where a major part of the guests was composed by academic people who were older even than Professor Kenobi.

And speaking of him, Ben Kenobi was greeting his fellow professors. Dressed in his fancy clothes, you noticed first and foremost the poorly shaved beard in his face, and how good was his shape which only got you…well, a little wet.

Anakin cleared his throat so he could get your attention. You hated how easy it was to distract you. Especially when he was around.

“Hey, Y/N, my girlfriend Padmé is here. Hellooo? Are you there?”

You laughed awkwardly and quickly apologized to Padmé. But there was little time for conversations because Ben Kenobi noticed you—and how could he not when you were dressed marvelously? His blue eyes lingered in your soft features, dwelling in the smile displayed in your lips which followed the joy he found in your colour’s eyes.

He decided to talk to you, eager to make you part of his particular word. You had to relax and he was worried about the state of your mind as your presentation was coming so close.

“Hey, Y/N! There you are! How are you doing? I’m so happy you could make it to my birthday!”

You swooned on the inside on how nice he was to you, welcoming you in such a friendly, open manner. You beamed in turn and returned the hug he gave you. Why’d you do that though? His scent… oh boy. His scent was so inviting. You felt like you could hug him for a very long time. Something in your mind wondered what would be like to have his scent all over your body…

You blushed at the thought and, composing yourself, pulled away gently of his embrace and said:

“Happy birthday, professor! I appreciate your inviting me and…”

“Please, Y/N! It’s Ben for you. After all this time, you should know better.” He chuckled and you joined him. But something about his eyes made you burn when he said: “I am not your professor today.”

You concealed a smirk, or so you thought. He saw it too. But he was a patient man, so after a small talk you were left to your small group.

***

By the end of his birthday party, though, you were having a little more wine than you should. Anakin was about to offer you a ride but Ben told him he’d take you. And he would.

“You got a little more than you should, dear one”, he said concerned.

You were not really drunk, just…tipsy. You smiled at him. Your mind felt loose and you found everything funny.

“Oh it’s all right, Ben. I’ll be fine. Can you drive me home please?”

“Of course. I won’t let you get an Uber”, so he went to grab his keys.

Once in the car, there was some tension in between you two. You wished you could speak your mind and he knew that. In fact, Ben thought what that might be about. He said nothing because his mind was conflicted. Until you decided to break the silence.

“I might regret this”, you said. If anything you’d blame the alcohol. “I don’t think we can be friends anymore, Ben”.

He glanced at you, surprised and hurt at the same time. He wasn’t expecting that. Of all the things he listed that could be part of the topic of your conversation, Ben wasn’t counting on that.

“Why? Why not? Why would you say that?”

And you were not expecting this reaction either.

“Because I fell in love with you.”

He barely blinked, shocked by your revelation. Was it really so surprising, though? You could tell he never saw that coming and therefore he’d not feel the same. Your heart inevitably broke. But you wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him.

You were about to leave his car, since he had stopped right in front of your house, when he held your wrist.

“Wait!”

You turned around, rather surprised. What was that? A silent question to which he did not answer. He instead kissed you.

You gasped, shocked at first. But there was little time to overthink it. You complied with your heart’s desire and returned the kiss, shivering a little when your lips met his, slightly touching his beard.

As your tongues paired, Ben captured your sentiments when involving you against him, pressing his hands against your waist, as if his gesture, marked by his typical kindness, meant to say something. He should have known that your friendship would lead the two of you to this, because honestly… how many times didn’t he think about you? How many nights didn’t he touch himself thinking about you? And somehow he could tell you were feeling the same.

The more the kiss deepened, the more you felt an anticipation burning in your legs. How strange was the effect he had this on you. You could only sigh, as he parted the kiss to press his lips against your neck. A soft sigh was heard as his beard tingled against your skin.

All the while, Ben rested his hand on your right leg, which got your breath hitch a little. He clearly could tell that was what you wanted and he’d give you that.

As his lips moved back to your lips, he rises his hand over your thigh before placing it beneath your skirt. Finally, he gave in to his own desire—he too had wondered how would that feel, how you’d react to his teasings. You had both been submitted to secretive desires for each other and the result was about to blow.

He inserted a finger in you and you gasped against his mouth. As Ben parted the kiss and began to pursuit your soft spots, you reclined your head. His touches were so divine and you rocked your hips as he unfairly slowly fingered you.

“Ben..” you mewled in desperate desire.

“Yes?”, he raises his eyes to meet yours. “Is it good, dear one?”

You felt as if he genuinely cared for you. How he spoke to you made you feel wanted. Whatever reservations you might’ve had with this involvement on your part seemed to leave your mind.

“It’s better than I thought”, you moaned. He watched you intently, not minding his own stiffness beneath his pants.

Ben wanted to give you the pleasure you needed, to treat you like his queen. He cared for you so much more than he’d admit to himself.

“Have you thought about this, my darling?” He asked, his voice filled with a desire he sought to camouflage.

“Y-Yes”, you told him, enjoying the slow movements that brought you to Heaven. “I’ve done it myself but good lord it’s nowhere good as you.”

It turned him on to hear that. To know you touched yourself thinking about him made his arousal unbearable. But he could relieve himself some other time when he got home.

He did not need to say more. He got back to reclaim your neck with soft, peppered kisses whilst stimulating down there. You enjoyed so damn much, wanting so much more. And he would give you, he wanted to give you more, but not that day. Obi-Wan liked to take things…relatively slow.

Sensing your orgasm starting to build, his kisses went to your chest, managing to reach your breasts with your help. By taking each nipple to his mouth was enough to drive you mad. You cried out. As slow as that was, you had no words to summarize how wild he had the power to make you feel. As did Obi-Wan, who, though as much as he felt you coming to his hand, struggled to leave your full chest.

“I want you”, you whimpered, protesting when he removed his lips out of your boobs and his hand out of you. “Ben!”

He looked at you in a complete mess. You had so many ideas of what to do to him, even though you were not particularly experient. You had only done that kind of a thing with one ex-boyfriend. This realization made you flush.

“I want you too, my darling.” He caressed your face. “But this would distract you from perform your duties. I promise there’ll be more once it’s done.”

More sober now, you felt ashamed for being so bold—though you couldn’t regret what he did to you. And neither did he as he lifted your chin and made you look at him.

“You mean more to me than you could possibly think. I mean that. You are more than one night stand.”

You smiled. You knew your worth but rarely men would respect you like he did. You kissed and said goodbye. That was certainly the best night you had.

***

You did not deal very well with what you and your adviser had come to do in his birthday. You blamed on the alcohol, even though you did not regret it. Neither did he, as you’d later find out. But now you concerned yourself in presenting your thesis.

It was difficult to concentrate in those blue eyes that stared so seriously at you as you opened your mouth and began the lecture. How uneasy was for you to be under his gaze when memories of that day struck into you. But thankfully all went well. You pretended his presence did not affect you at all. And there it was, the title of Master. You’ve never been so proud of yourself.

Once formalities ended and you were ready to go back home, Ben asked you to stay. Because there were other professors in the room, he made an excuse. You didn’t know what that could be, but you agreed and waited.

Finally, you were left alone with him. What now? You observed Ben Kenobi getting his desk clean before taking the keys of his car.

“This all deserves a celebration, don’t you think?” He said, a smile full of pride displayed on his lips.

That day you were wondering if this what was about: both of you pretending that you never made out in his car. However, you had to admit that, in spite of your obvious attachment to him, you did deserve a celebration. You decided that overthinking was too much for you. So you ended up going to a fancy restaurant he wanted to take you there.

Ben could not take his eyes of you. Your hair was shorter, falling on your shoulders; he also noticed that you’ve dyed it to a darker shade of blond. He realized you have a tattoo in your wrist, one of two swords meeting in the form of an “x”. He also noticed the jewels you were wearing: a pair of delicated earrings, a medieval-style necklace and one ring in your right finger. Ben was a man of details: he paid attention not only to what you wore but the smell of roses that he smelled even from a safe distance.

As you were talking whilst going to the car so he’d take you to the restaurant, he sensed an old warmth invading his chest. Ben thought he was too old for this thing, but he clearly held little to no control over his sentiments. He believed it was all about attraction until one day, right before his birthday, he felt jealousy stuck his heart when he caught you flirting with a younger man. Had it not for what happened in the car after his birthday, he’d remain insecure in regards to your interest—-because he was more than aware of the details in your personality that gave away you were infatuated with the man.

But today you were wearing a pair of jeans and a black blouse that did not show your cleavage. You opted for discretion with a degree of formality. Nonetheless, you were gorgeous before his eyes.

There was a lot of talk today. He took his time as you chatted excitedly about your plans now you earned the title of master in military history. Ben liked to listen to you: not only because he was fascinated by your sharp wit but also because he realized no one actually heard you. Hence that was how you first became friends.

And you were grateful for that, but there was a moment where his fond stare at you made you blush. He never looked at you like this. Except…

“Ben”, you giggled. “I am babbling again, aren’t I?”

He had asked for wine and you trusted in his choice for the dish. Ben smiled at you in a way that made your heart pound against your chest.

“Not at all. I’ve always appreciated to hear you, dear one”, it was when he took the hand you rested on the table and entwined your fingers. “You are a very interesting individual, and I say it not as your former adviser, but as your friend and maybe, I don’t see why not, as more than that.”

You almost choked upon your words. Ben could tell you were not expecting that. By how you blush so furiously, he assumed you’d thought he ignored about that day. But the subtle saying proved you wrong.

You diverted your gaze, needing time to process. Then you dipped your wine.

“What are you saying, Ben?” You spoke in a tone higher than you expected.

“I thought it was obvious to you, Y/N.” He said, stupefied. Should he be concerned? “I am in love with you.”

You said nothing for a while, processing what you heard. It was only when you softened your features that any preoccupation of his part dissolved.

“As I am infatuated with you, Ben”

***

As promised, he would give what you wanted. It was dark, there was nothing but the moonlight going through the curtains of your bedroom. But even so, as he removed his shirt, your fingers traced a path from his arms to his chest, down to his belly. You pressed soft kisses right there as you unbuckle his belt and his pants.

“No”, he said when making you look at him. “I said I will be tending your needs. I was, after all, the one responsible for your longing. Therefore I reclaim my rights upon you.”

You giggled. So formal and righteous even now. You obeyed him and let him move by your side, kissing your lips slowly as he began to undress you. He could tell you were eager despite your silence—an observer, he saw how your breath hitched.

Oh bloody hell. You did tempt him.

His eyes scanned your curves as you, now demoted from your clothes, leant back against his chest. He kisses your cheek, sensing his arousal as his eyes go from your face, so beautiful when under the moonlight, to your chest—noticing how hard were your nipples already—and how well spread your legs were.

Ben began kissing your shoulder, his hands still playing with your hair, a smile on his lips when you began to respond to his caressing. You sighed heavily and low for now—-when his hands move to your breasts as his lips left a trail of kisses right to your neck, you moan his name. It makes him even harder.

“Ben…” you gasped when one of his hands went right into the between of your legs.

“Just like that last time”, he whispered hotly in your ear, sensing the shivers going to your back. “I’m claiming you, Y/N.”

“Yes…” you moaned ever so softly. “I’m yours.”

Perhaps if he were younger, he’d have fallen prey to his desperate need of the erection he was having. But experience taught him patience was the key. And besides, you deserved to be so well treated.

The moves of his fingers were slow at first. He enjoyed torturing you, seeing you squirm under his touch proved a delight to him. But eventually he wanted to ruin you. And then he turned on top of you.

As he pursued your lips, he locked hands with you for after all the teasing and your soft begging, he thrusted into you.

You made love gentle and slow, and when he made you look at him, Ben was never more certain that the two of you were the right for each other.

It was not until later, where he cuddled you against him that he realized you’d possessed his heart ever since day one. Yet you were the first to say:

“I love you, Ben.”

His heart melted upon your words. He gazed right into your eyes when he said:

“I love you, Y/N.”

And he sealed his vow by kissing you.

[asking-jude]

Hello Jude!

I’m starting with the premise that I’m a pretty closed off person and that I have never, in all my 19 years of life, had a crush or a romantic attraction to anyone. I recently started to experiment “going out” with a guy like 4 months ago and had my first kiss. Eventually he started to catch feelings (I didn’t) and even if I wanted do more with him I had to stop this thing because I felt like using him since I didn’t like him in that way. Then I downloaded Tinder to find other queer women (I’m bi) since I live in a small town and it’s difficult to find them here. I eventually ended up going out with three girls, but one of them didn’t inspire me much so I currently am texting with the other two. I went out two times with one of them and yesterday it was the third time. When I met her up at the station she was with a guy. I immediately understood he wasn’t a friend. The situation got embarrassing since me and the guy started staring at each other until she quickly hugged him and he took the train to go home. I asked her who was him and she started telling me things that were obv red flags about him (she didn’t seem aware of that). Now, I too am hanging out with another person (the other girl) so it’s not that I’m jealous…but the thing is that I had started to feel, even if little, something for her. But when she told me that she was hanging out with me and that guy, who was a walking red flag , you know what I’m saying, putting me and him at the same level in her mind made me feel extremely disrespected. Like I understand if she was hanging out with decent people but HIM…come on now. So my little feelings for her immediately dropped. The date went well we chatted and made out and a bit more in my car but now I see her in a confused way, like a nice person to hang out it and someone to have sex with. No more feeling. Tell me what you think and sorry if this is a bit stupid.

Do you want free mental help? What about remote, pay-what-you-want counselling? Visit askingjude.org.

My first question to you is: do you want to be in a relationship in the first place? The vibes I’m getting from your post seem to indicate no, but I want to be sure. 

You are right that the situation with the girl and her friend was very suspicious; I can completely understand her not wanting to go meet up with someone she met online all by herself, but the way she went about it just seems… off. As I read this, I was expecting you to say she asked you to join them in the bedroom, but I’m glad I was wrong. (That happens too often with bi women, unfortunately). 

When you were talking about the guy, you mentioned red flags. Did you mean that her being with him and talking about him was going to be a roadblock for your potential relationship with her? Or did you mean that the guy had a lot of bad behavior that she was attempting to excuse away? Either way, it’s best to just steer clear of them because they don’t sound like they’ll be a good match for you. Besides, as I mentioned prior, they should be asking if you’re comfortable with joining them and forming a polycule, not springing it on you like that. 

It’s great that you know that you’re bi. Did you know that there’s more to attraction than just the gender of your partner? I am getting some what I call grayscale vibes here from your post; in other words, I am suspecting that you are not alloromantic or possibly even allosexual, and you are instead closer to the demiromantic or demisexual side (or even further towards aromantic or asexual). These words describe the frequency (if at all) and conditions under which you can experience romantic or sexual attraction, respectively. 

To elaborate, someone who is alloromantic is someone who can experience romantic attraction just in general, and may not require particular conditions to be met in order to experience it. Someone who is demiromantic, such as myself, requires a strong emotional bond and much emotional intimacy for romantic feelings to have a chance of developing. Someone who is aromantic experiences little to no romantic attraction at all. 

The same can be said for sexual attraction. It may help to remember that you can exist on different parts of the scale for romantic and sexual attraction. In other words, your criteria for romantic attraction can differ than that of your sexual attraction. 

If you would like to go down these rabbit holes, I have some great places for you to check out: 

The Fandom that is linked above is a treasure-trove of LGBT+ knowledge.

It is also possible that you are feeling the pressure of amatonormativity. This is the idea that romantic relationships are the ideal life goal for people; this is the norm, and everyone should be in one or seeking them out. 

I have an article from the professor who coined the term and an article about why it’s unfair: 

The pressure to be in a relationship might be interfering with your natural processing; it genuinely is harder for you to learn to trust your own judgment when you feel rushed or pressured into something. I am glad you listened to your instincts when they told you to get away from that couple in your post; at best, their communication skills are nowhere near where they need to be. There is also the fact that you are simply young and still figuring yourself out; you are still outgrowing old habits and high school experiences. You may not have had enough chances to meet enough different kinds of people yet, so you might just need to keep broadening your horizons and meet more people. You can find all sorts of cool people to befriend and/or date through classes, clubs, or volunteer work.

I am wondering if, perhaps, a queer-platonic partnership would work better for you. That is a relationship that occupies the liminal space between friendship and romantic partner. It’s great for folks who desire more than friendship without all the social or cultural baggage or expectations of romantic relationships. This article explains it quite nicely: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/bound-together/202109/queerplatonic-relationships-new-term-old-custom 

I really hope this helps make some sense of a confusing situation. Remember that you still have lots of room to grow and learn; I was your age when I started questioning and figuring things out, and it took me till I was maybe 25 to find enough of the right labels for myself. Three years later, I’m still trying to learn more and see if I’ve outgrown any of them yet. 

Feel free to reach out if you have any other questions. 

Socially-distanced hugs,

Angelica Barile

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[rosaguard]

      her mind is buzzing with static, as if she's desperately trying to tune to a frequency she's not quite sure even exists. her escorts from gigas corp. had instructed her to 'make the most ' out of tonight - that this 'gift' of their was in exchange for all of her excellent cooperation while in their care. everything about her look tonight had been meticulously crafted and coordinated by them: from the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back, to her makeup being light and not too overbearing - the red lip gloss that currently adorned her lips the only obvious standout. a silk, black dress comfortably hugged her waist in all the right ways and left her back exposed while her hands were covered by matching silk gloves.

aeris didn't fully understand why this ball, let alone her attendance, was so important to them - especially when it was they that had housed and cared for her so much already. the scientists there had taken her in after finding her wandering alone in this foreign city - promising to help her find the key to unlocking her forgotten memories. aeris owed them her life - she was willing to do nearly anything they asked for repayment in order to return their near limitless kindness towards her. instead, all they asked was for her to come here. it was all so strange... regardless, she tries to abide by their one, simple request: to enjoy herself but it's so hard to focus.

there's a growing anxiety inside of her as she stands awkwardly to the side of the ballroom; the woman blankly watching while other attendees laugh and drunkenly glide along the dancefloor. a part of her feels as if she doesn't belong here...while another feels like she's been waiting all her life just for this singular moment. there's a building anticipation as the buzzing in her ears grows louder, her skull threatening to burst from the pain - flashes of something ( or of someone? ) flickering across her memory before it is gone as quickly as it came.

the moment causes her breathing to grow slightly erratic, the room suddenly feeling too claustrophobic and her eyes dart frantically for something, anyone, before locking onto another. the sight of his gaze on her feels...right. comforting. the earlier case of vertigo is suddenly miraculously gone. 

in what feels like barely a second, the stranger is already at her side - and he is well, bossy. before she can even gather her bearings, her hand is wrapped into his as he leads them onto the center of the dancefloor. the silent reverence the other guest pay towards him is practically impossible not to notice, all of them making room for the odd-pairing as he begins to take the lead in their dance.

the more you allow yourself to feel - the more you'll understand.

he speaks as if they've met before and she finds herself searching his eyes as deeply as he is searching hers, ignoring how close their bodies were beginning to press against one another. her voice is soft, uncharacteristically quiet when she speaks next, ❛ do...you know who i am? ’ her head tilts as she carefully reaches for his face, her hand gently cupping his left check as she silently prays for a spark of...something.  // @verumking

[dyrewrites]

Mr. Friendly - 2k words today (it be long)

“Are you sure you saw someone come out of this house?” Daddy asked, again, as he studied the dark windows and worn wood of the house next door to theirs. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s lived her for years.”

“She’ll come,” Maisy insisted as she pet a big gray cat that lounged on the weather-baked porch. The cat nuzzled her hand, leaving a thin line of drool behind, and she giggled, “I think the kitty is old too.”

Papa stepped, carefully, around Maisy and the cat and rang the doorbell for a third time before returning to stand beside Daddy. And they waited.

And they waited.

And they waited some more.

Then, just as Papa made to ring again, someone answered.

“I heard!” The gruff, raspy voice sang, “Give an old lady a break, won’t ya? Darn legs ain’t what they used to be.” The door in front of them did not open, but the one behind it did, and a face appeared in its little screened window. A face covered mostly by glasses too big for it, glasses that snatched bits of sunlight as their owner scooted them up her round little nose. “Funny, you don’t look like an order of potstickers,” she said through the screen.

“Good, uh, afternoon, ma’am,” Daddy said, stepping forward so she could see him better, “We’re your new neighbors, just over there,” he pointed and the woman pressed her face against the screen to look. “And we were just coming by to say–”

“Do you know Lottie?” Maisy piped, shoving around Daddy’s legs to show the photograph. “She used to live in our house and I think we found her friend.”

The door opened then, forcing everyone back on the porch–and the old cat in, as he merped and squeezed through the crack–but the old woman didn’t move from her place. She put out a hand and Maisy gave the photo to her, smiling up at her fathers’ confused faces as the woman studied it.

“Lottie,” she said, in a wistful tone, lifting her glasses as she held the photo closer. “I...I haven’t seen her in, oh, I’m not even sure, I was...in my twenties when she...but how do you have this?” She stared at Maisy then, eyes clearer than they had been, fiercer, “they couldn’t find any photos of her. Her parents didn’t take any.”

“The shadow did,” Maisy said simply.

And the woman laughed, not a big laugh, but a surprised laugh, like she had too much breath and needed to puff some out. Then she said, “The shadow, huh?”

“That’s right,” Maisy said and her fathers set their hands on her shoulders as she continued, “I found a shadow in my closet, and then we found a book in the attic, with Lottie’s name and that picture and lots of drawings.”

“We have it here, if you’d like to see it,” Daddy said as he offered her the worn sketchbook.

She took it, held it, turned it around in her hands and then looked at each of them a moment before opening her door wider, “You...want some tea and cookies?”

Papa and Daddy shared a look, which Maisy smiled up at before she skipped after the old woman and they shared that look again before they followed.

Inside the house wasn’t as dreary or empty as the outside suggested. It was warm, bright–but not too bright–and the air all but hugged them with its heady scent of cinnamon and sweetbread.

The old woman guided them through a thin entryway, one crowded–but not cluttered–with little tables and shelves. Each one held porcelain figurines of cats, in various poses, arranged in playful scenes on soft white lace that hung just far enough for the real cat to paw at without pulling.

Maisy marveled at the cozy home, hidden as it had been behind such a frightful face, and took special notice of the lack of dust. She dusted often, with Daddy, and would catch him cursing at the frequency of need when they did so. But this house had no dust. Not even on the sculpted kitties or the painted ones hung in elaborate frames on the walls.

She must dust all the time, Maisy decided but, watching the old woman’s slow gait through the halls made her reconsider, or someone does. It was just a bit too nice in the house for one woman to care for, wasn’t it?

“Lara!” The old woman shouted, with uncanny timing.

And that timing stopped Maisy with a new thought, did she hear me? It was a thought that sent her scrambling for Daddy’s arm and then Papa’s arm, pulling one back and one forward until they were too tight a knot shambling in the hallway. A silent knot, as her fathers said nothing when she pulled them closer, but a tight one.

Then another woman appeared, around a corner ahead of them. Younger than the first, she still resembled her, if only in passing; they shared a round nose and face, and dark color of their hair, but the younger woman was lighter in skintone with much brighter eyes.

Eyes that shined in the warm yellow lights of the house as she approached, with a thin smile on her face and a cool voice, “Mama.”

“Don’t you give me that tone,” the older woman snapped, “we have guests. Go make em some tea.” As Lara rolled her eyes and turned away, the older woman turned towards Maisy and knelt, with a groan, handing back the sketchbook before she spoke again, “My name is Anna-Fara Campbell, but you can call me Ms. Fara, honey. Mind if I know your name?”

Maisy smiled at her, and looked up for her fathers’ nods, before she gave it, “Hi, Ms. Fara. I’m Maisy Maitland.”

“Sean,” said Papa.

“Drew,” said Daddy.

And each shook Ms. Fara’s deceptively strong hand, then they grabbed her arms and helped her stand back up.

“Thank you,” she said, “not as spry as I’d like anymore, but that’s what kids is for, right?” she directed the question to Maisy, with a wide grin.

“Yep!” Maisy agreed, hooking a thumb at her fathers and leaning closer to whisper, “I have to help them all the time.”

Daddy snorted while Papa scoffed, but Ms. Fara laughed. Full and throaty that laugh and Maisy loved the sound of it, the warmth of it, and bounced with it as she chased Ms. Fara further down the hall.

--

The shadow was in the parents’ room, remembering what he wished to forget.

But it wasn’t the same room.

The ones who slept there weren’t the same parents.

And he wished again that he could smile, that he could express his joy with more than rippling darkness. Because the warmth that hugged every inch of the house; his house; a house he thought he knew, a house that had been drafty and chill for as long as he could remember deserved a smile. It deserved to see that someone appreciated its bright walls, its soft carpets and smooth hardwood.

They do, he thought as he ran wisping hands along every scrap of wallpaper. Wallpaper that had changed since last he saw it, no longer the tattered flowers they had been–for longer than he could recall–but vibrant and swirling abstract patterns that were dizzying to watch. They fixed you up, filled you in and now...you sing.

It did sing, the house, with tinkling bits of metal, glass and wire that hung just outside the wide glass of the back doors. And the shadow explored there next as, though unable to step outside–the sun too hot, too high–he could still look.

The backyard, big and empty though it had always felt, practically giggled from all the toys and equipment that filled it. There had been toys before, of course, and even a swing once or twice–for who could see that great big gnarled oak and not attach a giant tire and rope to it–but they never felt like playful things.

The backyard never seemed to smile and plead for hands and feet to cover it until then, just then, in the hands of a family that loved it. With a love that didn’t stay between them alone, a love that wasn’t bound by conditions or locked in blood.

No, they shared it. Like shimmering bubbles caught in a warm and even breeze they spread the love they carried to all who met them.

He had seen it, felt it, and in that realization the shadow was beginning–if only slightly–to forget the horrible thing he’d done...or rather, to accept it as something he could move beyond.

Something he could, like his house, burn through, fed by the warmth of that love.

And he rippled again, harder, faster as he began to search the house with purpose. His shadows were thicker, and thickening still with every excited ripple, and he wanted to thank them. He needed to thank them, but for that he needed paper and something to write with.

[ivory-rose-art]

Ivory’s Introduction Post

(This is long overdue)

Main blog:

I doubt anyone’s looking for it, but here’s my main blog: @ivory-roses-hellhole

Toyhouse

My Toyhouse is used primarily for OC profiles & storage. It’s still a huge work in progress right now and OC profiles will likely come out one at a time just when I feel like working on them. Here’s my Toyhouse profile: https://toyhou.se/IvoryRose

Basic Info

- Name: Ivory Rose (Ivory for short)

- Age: 22

- Pronouns: She/Her

- Sexuality: Gray-ace

I’m a neurodivergent lil goober who has autism and ADHD. I’m just kind of existing.

This is my side blog where I mainly draw my OCs. I’m a hobbyist and draw for fun. The frequency of drawings is usually slow, so don’t expect posts too often.

Interests

- Art

- Cats

- Making OC’s (most of which I never use ;—; )

- Cursed Faces

- Horror (to an extent)

Fandoms (in no particular order)

- Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (Hellaverse)

- Don’t Hug Me, I’m Scared (DHMIS)

- Pokémon (Uranium (fangame) & gen 7 mostly)

- Bendy (Batim & Batdr)

- Gravity Falls

- Dreamworks Trolls

[kimmyiewrites]

Close to Me ~ Chpt 23

Catch Up      Masterlist      AO3

Once the connection ended, Kat made her way back to the control station. She didn’t know what Ben had to do but she couldn’t dwell on that. She had a Resistance to lead and a plan to create. Poe looked towards her, tears in his eyes, when she approached, D’Acy having just delivered that the First Order had destroyed Kijimi.

“What’s happened?” She asked, placing a hand on his arm, concern written all over her face.

He winced slightly at the tenderness he still had after the bacta treatment for his arm. Kat noticed and figured that was where he had been shot. She gently swiped her thumb over the spot, trying to soothe any aching as she waited for him to tell her what was going on.

“A blast from a Star Destroyer has just destroyed the entire planet of Kijimi.” He told her and she immediately brought him into a hug.

“When did Star Destroyers have that kind of gun power?” Kat asked as she pulled away to face the others standing at the main console. She slid her hand into his while she waited for an answer. He gave her hand a squeeze and she turned back briefly, smiling softly before returning to business.

“It was a ship out of the new Sith fleet, out of the unknowns,” D’Acy answered.

Beaumont came around from the other console to speak with the group. “The Emperor sent a ship from Exegol. Does that mean that the entire fleet…”

“Has planet-killing weapons.” Poe finished the other man’s thought. “Of course they do. All of them. This is how he ends it.”

Some static started to come through their main communications hub as a new message from the Emperor was sent out. “Listen. It’s on every frequency.” Rose pointed out.

“The Resistance is dead. The Sith flame will burn.” Beaumont translated from the muffled sound. “All worlds, surrender or die. The Final Order begins.”

Everyone turned to Kat and Poe, who then turned to look at each other. Tears sprang to her eyes. Would she ever stop crying today? There was so much coming at her and this was easily becoming the fight of their lives and neither newly appointed general was confident in their leading abilities.

“I need a moment.” Kat gasped out before hurrying off to Leia’s quarters.

Rose started to go after her but Poe stopped her. “I got this, this time.” They both shared a small smile before Poe hurried off after Kat.

He found her at the side of Leia’s bed, head buried in her arms as her shoulders shook as she cried. He made sure to announce his arrival before sitting down next to her. When she still didn’t look up, he touched her arm gently. “You know I think I prefer the pacing to this.” He said, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her.

She let out a strangled laugh and finally raised her head to look at him. “How are we supposed to do this, Poe? All of our previous plans ended horribly. Now we’re up against a massive fleet with Death Star level weapons on all of the ships? How are we supposed to win this one?”

“I gotta be honest, Kat. I’m not really sure. I don’t know how Leia did this. How you do this. I’m not ready for this but I will be by your side however you need me to be.”

“And you think I’m ready for this? When I first joined everyone thought I was some party princess from Naboo who was only here because I had nothing else to do. You even thought the same.”

“I was wrong then. Horribly wrong. You came in and kicked ass and took names the moment you stepped foot on base. I was just too blinded to see that in the beginning.” He let out a small sigh. “There’s got to be a way to stop this.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Can I throw in a guess?” Lando said, emerging from where he and Chewbacca were talking further into the cave.

Both heads whipped around to see him step out of the shadows but only Kat hopped up and went to his side. “Uncle Lando, I’m so glad you’re here.” She said as she hugged him.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kat. “And miss you taking over? Never.”

Kat pulled back, shaking her head. “No, I’m not ready for this. I thought I could be but…”

“And you think we were?” Lando asked. “Luke, Han, Leia, me. Who’s ever ready?”

“Then how’d you do it?” Poe asked, coming to stand beside Kat. “Defeat an empire with almost nothing.”

“We had each other,” Lando answered nudging Kat a little closer to Poe. “I’ve heard all about you two practically since the start of this thing. You wanna know how we won? Relying on each other, especially those we loved.”

Poe and Kat slowly looked towards each other. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair that had come out of her braid behind her ear. “I’m gonna go find Finn. Tell him the news then meet back at the command station?”

Kat nodded. “See you there.”

Once Poe was gone Lando laughed. “You know, I’m really not all that surprised you wound up with a pilot. Your father has got to be hating every minute of it.”

Kat blushed. “Yeah, he wasn’t exactly thrilled when he found out that it was a possibility.”

“Leia set it up didn’t she?”

“One hundred percent.” She laughed. “Are you sticking around? We could really use you.”

“And miss all this? Not a chance. What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked as he draped an arm around her shoulders as they headed out to the command station.

“General, we got something,” Poe said as he and Finn, along with D-O, approached her.

“As do I, General.” She smiled at the two men.

“This first,” Finn said, pulling her in for a hug.

Kat laughed a bit as she returned the hug.

“I’m so sorry Kat.” He gave her an extra squeeze.

Closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay, she hugged him back just as tight. “While I appreciate the sentiment, I’d rather not cry for the five millionth time today.”

Finn chuckled as he pulled away. “Right, sorry.”

“Oh, right. Kat, meet your new Army General.” Poe said as he motioned towards Finn.

Kat smiled. “You know, I’m really not all surprised. Congratulations, Finn. Now, what was it you two had to say?”

Finn smiled his thanks as Poe motioned to the small cone faced droid in between him and Finn. Kat crouched down to get a good look, smiling softly at the new droid. “Who’s this?” She asked.

“I am Dio.” The droid said as Poe also introduced them.

“They have information on Exegol. They were going with Ochi of Bestoon.” Finn explained.

“Why were you going there?” Kat asked the droid.

“Take girl from Jakku to Exegol. Alive. Emperor wants her.” D-O answered.

Kat popped up looking between the two men. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Finn nodded. “The Emperor’s wanted Rey all along. We have to find her and help her.”

“What was it that you wanted to tell us?” Poe asked.

“Lando and I figured out a way to get more people. Crait had to have been a bust. I don’t believe that no one wouldn’t come and help if Leia sent out a message,” Kat said.

“And we’re going to get more people, how?” Finn asked.

“Lando and Chewie are going to take the Falcon to the Core Systems and send out a signal. People will come if they know that there’s hope.” Kat smiled. “Now how about we learn all we can about Exegol from our new friend here, shall we?”

Kat called for a meeting with everyone. They discussed what they had learned and what they could plan to do. Thanks to Rose they knew what they needed to target in order to stop the entire fleet from leaving and Finn offered to recruit the friends they had made on Endor. Lando and Chewie would join the Resistance Naval fleet once they made it through all of the Core Systems which Poe would be leading. Finn, along with Rose and potentially Jannah, would take the ground portion of the fight. Kat would leave the command station to D’Acy for she planned on participating in the Naval attack since they could use as many pilots as they could possibly get. Now all they needed was a map to get them there.

“I’m terribly sorry,” C-3PO said as they and R2-D2 approached, “but Artoo’s memory bank must be crossed with their logic receptors. They say they’re receiving a transmission from Master Luke.”

Kat, Poe, Finn, and Rose looked at each other puzzled before Kat moved out the way so Artoo could plug into the console to show the readings he was receiving.

“That’s an old ID craft,” Poe said.

Recognizing the number, Kat grinned. “That’s Luke’s x-wing.”

“It’s transmitting course marker signals on its way to the Unknown Region.”

Finn smiled. “It’s Rey. She’s showing us how to get to Exegol.”

“Alright everyone, suit up!” Poe exclaimed, dispersing the crowd.

After Kat got into her jumpsuit, she hurried over to where Lando and Chewbacca were loading into the Falcon. “What’d ya think? Think she’s ready to retire after this?” She asked Lando.

He laughed. “Are you really going to give me my ship back?”

“Eh, I don’t know about that one. I think I might miss flying her too much.” She smiled as she hugged him. “Thanks for giving me that extra boost of confidence. I hope I make them proud.”

“Oh, you already have.”

Chewbacca growled interrupting the moment causing them both to laugh.

“You really think I would ever forget you?” Kat asked as she hugged her other uncle. “I’m sorry I’m just now getting to hug you.”

He grunted, squeezing her tight.

“Yeah, I miss her already too.”

He pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders, looking at her with the most serious expression she’d ever seen before he growled.

She teared up but nodded. “You always got me too. I’ll see you at the end of this. I love you.” She saw Lando approaching. “Love you both.” She gave one last hug to both of them before sending them off.

With the Falcon in the air, she made her rounds, checking on everyone. When she got to Rose and Finn, she gave them both a tight hug. “Look after each other out there and I’m expecting you both to come back in one piece. I can’t rebuild a republic without you in it.”

Rose wrapped Kat into another hug. She hugged her as tight as she could, making up for the hug she didn’t get to give to Paige before she took on the dreadnought. This battle would be their last one for better or for worse. Of course, she hoped that it all would work out but she wanted to give Kat just an extra bit of love. “Be safe yourself.”

Finn also gave her one last hug. He may not have known Kat for very long, especially on the personal level they now had but he considered her family. He of course wanted everyone to come back but the woman currently in his arms was one of the few he would be devastated about if she didn’t. “Look out for each other up in the sky too and may the force be with you.”

“You as well.” Kat smiled at him before taking off to check in with others.

The last person on her list was Poe. She was headed in the direction his X-Wing was located but it seemed like he was headed for her A-Wing. She did a double-take when she thought she saw him run right past her. She stopped, laughing to herself as she turned to check and sure enough there he was doing the same.

They hurried back towards each other and met in the middle with a kiss. Poe pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist as Kat’s hands tangled in his curls, pulling him to her. It was messy and desperate, expressing everything they couldn’t say.

“You are to stay right behind me,” Poe said when they pulled apart.

“I’ll be there for as long as I can. I’m not going to let others be unguarded if I have the chance to watch their backs.”

Poe let out a sigh and kissed her deeply for a brief moment. “Come back to me.”

“I will if you will,” Kat promised.

“I will.” He smiled at her and Kat kissed him one last time, pouring all the love she couldn’t quite vocalize into it. Poe reciprocated easily, holding her as close to him as he could. The weight of his mother’s wedding ring had never felt so heavy.