#tagging him because i decided to dump his life story in the tags for some reason instead of actually making a post

[alinasteelcrest]

For Alina with the OC emoji ask: 🥞pancake, 🌙 moon, 🕷️ spider, and ☁️cloud! Sorry if this is too many :'D

It's never too many, thank youuu!

(OC Emoji Asks)

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Mostly it's just... simple stuff.

Alina grew up Rich so breakfasts were often over the top; big spreads or something too-expensive from a restaurant.

Making something at home with one of her parents was always just... better. Even if her father can't cook to save his life and her mother is basically in the same boat, simple always just tasted nicer. Maybe it was just the companionship.

(Her favourite is french toast and various fruit. It's what she makes for Wynn whenever he comes back from the Circus. As much as she can go and visit literally whenever, him being home is like putting the last piece into a puzzle. She's not complete without the little guy.)

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Honestly, she just wants this war over with. She wants Pandoria free, she wants her foal to grow up in his home instead of in hers.

I guess, more broadly, her wish is that those she considers her family are happy and safe.

How far is she willing to go? I'm not totally sure. Alina's already squashed down her own comfort and fears and crawled back to people who hurt her in the hopes that it will give her any kind of power - that it will give her a chance to help. Pretty far, I think.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

She's scared of being betrayed and abandoned. It keeps happening, and at this point the poor girl is a ball of anxiety, wondering who's going to leave next.

On a shallower note, she also cried once when there was a spider blocking the doorway of her bedroom.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

She sleeps in her stable sometimes just to be closer to her horses. It's comfortable for exactly nobody- They have to be careful not to roll over onto or step on her, she's getting stabbed everywhere by straw.

But they're together.

(Is this dangerous and unrealistic? Yes! But you'll never stop me from thinking about my babygirl curled up with one of her besties.)

[kendyzzlewp]

you can do it with a broken heart

summary: jackson broke up with you for no reason, so now you try to survive residency while working at the same place. but you’re a real though bitch, you can handle your shit

tags: fem!reader, jackson avery, angsty, ttpd

tw: mentions of su!c!de

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“You seem… okay.”

You looked at Meredith who was staring at you with a concerned expression. You shrugged, spitting the toothpaste from your mouth into the sink.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, grabbing a towel and wiping your face from any minty residue.

Meredith narrowed her eyes on you. “Well,” she said, entering the bathroom fully. “Avery dumped you.”

Your heart sank at the mention of him. You shook your head, forcing a smile. “So? It’s not the end of the world. He’s literally just a guy and I dumped him.”

Alex entered the bathroom, pushing past you to get to the sink. You locked eyes in the mirror and he shook his head.

“Pretty boy was not just a guy,” he grumbled, grabbing his razor. “He was like your person or twin or whatever it was you called him.”

Meredith hummed in agreement, sitting on the toilet with her eyes fixed on you. “He wasn’t just a guy, he was your guy.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Your stomach twisting like a wet rag at the topic of conversation. It had been two weeks since Jackson decided to end things after months and months of the stupid will they, won’t they dance. It wasn’t even a viable reason, he needed to focus on plastics and you needed to focus on cardio. It wasn’t you, it was him. After the boards things were going to be different.

Blah blah blah.

“I’m fine,” you said in a failed attempt to convince both of them and maybe even yourself.

Because you were the complete opposite of fine. You were completely ruined. They were right. Jackson wasn’t just a guy, he was the love of your life. Your best friend and one random fight escalated to the point where you turned back to strangers.

Derek popped his head in the bathroom, catching your eye with a sympathetic smile. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, pushing past him to get to your room. “Perfectly, fine.”

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“You gotta fake it, till you make it,” Arizona said as she masterfully dissected a burst appendix. “Break ups suck. The important thing is though that you win, you have higher ground.”

You had the faking part down, now making it? That’s a whole different story.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, your eyes on the cavity in front of you. That seemed to be your new phrase lately, it had variations but fine was becoming your old faithful.

For some reason, you decided to look up at the gallery. Your eyes meet green ones. So green yet so blue at the same time. Like a watercolor painting of a beach paradise. You swallowed the lump that blocked your throat. Knowing the intercom was turned on by the red light, you decided to prove it once and for all.

“I actually have a date,” you lied, your eyes darting back to Arizona’s hand as she finished sewing up the kid.

She looked up at the gallery with wide eyes before landing her eyes on you. “A date? With who?”

“Um…” you racked your brain trying to come up with a convincing answer, your eyes briefly meeting Jackson’s. “A lawyer…yeah.”

Arizona dropped the subject when the monitor started beeping wildly, the attention shifting towards the patient. You look up at the gallery again. He was gone.

You’re fine.

—

“He said he’d loved me all his life,” you sobbed one into your arm one night at Joe’s. Lexie rubbed your back sympathetically. “He lied.”

She sighed, passing you another napkin. “You are going to be just fine,” she said, taking your drink away. “No more tequila for you though.”

You shook your head, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “I can handle this, this is nothing.”

——

“It’s kind of ironic,” Alex said one day, watching you repair an aortic aneurysm in the gallery. “She wants to fix hearts for a living but can’t get her own shit together.”

Cristina mumbled an agreement, her eyes focused on the surgery. April shook her head, feeling sad for her friend.

Meredith shrugged. “She says she’s fine,” she said, taking a bite of her apple. “If that was me, I would’ve drowned myself in the bathtub by now.”

Cristina raised an eyebrow, turning back to look at her. “That was you and you did almost drowned.”

“She’s on the verge of a mental breakdown,” Lexie said, her eyes focused on a medical journal. “It’s a matter of time.”

“Avery is a dumbass,” Alex stated, earning a chorus of agreement from the rest of the residents.

All of them were blissfully unaware that Jackson was standing at the entrance of the library. His eyes focused on you as you performed your magic. The way you laughed as you bantered with Altman. His heart sank.

He really was a dumbass for letting you go.

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You sat in the gallery with the rest of the group, your eyes focused on the surgery below. You mentally took notes. You hadn’t slept in days, food would not stay down no matter how much you tried.

The anxiety ate away at you constantly. The emptiness follows you everywhere you go. The hospital became your home as you dreaded going to bed alone.

Jackson entered the gallery, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You still couldn’t be in the same room as him, no matter how cool you tried to play it. With a curt nod, you stood up.

As the tension mounted within you, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over, causing you to sway slightly in your place at the gallery. Cristina, noticing your unsteadiness, reached out a hand to steady you.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

You forced a smile, nodding weakly. "Yeah, just a little tired," you replied, though the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.

Lexie glanced up, furrowing her brow at your demeanor. "Are you sure?" she remarked, her voice tinged with worry.

Before you could respond, Meredith interjected, concern evident in her eyes as she set her half-eaten apple aside. "Maybe you should take a break, get some fresh air," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm.

“I just need to leave,” you whispered, hurrying out of the cramped room.

You’re fine.

—

“Hey.”

You looked up from your study notes. Jackson stood in front of you, shifting from one leg to the other. His hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.

Your heart was pounding. “Yeah?” You cautiously asked, closing your notebook.

“I just wanted to check in on you,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You looked rough in the gallery earlier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Anger, hurt, longing—each fighting for dominance as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I'm fine," you replied, the words coming out more sharply than you intended. "Just a rough day."

Jackson's expression softened, his eyes searching yours for a hint of the turmoil raging within. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know you. I know you haven’t been eating or sleeping. Meredith told me you barely go home nowadays.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. "Talk?" you scoffed, the words dripping with sarcasm. "About what, exactly? How you broke my heart?"

His eyes widened, a pained expression crossing his features. "I never meant to hurt you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"Best for both of us?" you repeated, incredulous. "How is dumping me, without a single good explanation, the best for me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blinked them back, refusing to let him see your pain. "You don't get to waltz back into my life and act like everything's okay," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not your consolation prize, Jackson."

He reached out a hand, as if to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of his betrayal still too fresh. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I just... I thought it would be easier this way."

"Easier for who?" you shot back, your anger simmering just below the surface. "Not for me, that's for sure."

With a heavy sigh, Jackson took a step back, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine. I'll leave you alone," he said, his voice filled with resignation. "But just know that I'm here if you ever need me."

As he turned to walk away, you felt a pang of regret, a part of you longing for the comfort of his presence. But you pushed it aside, steeling yourself against the pain. You had survived his absence once; you could do it again.

You’re good. You can do it with a broken heart.

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 1)

Okay, so listen. A few months back, I mentioned the possibility of me doing a rec list of all the Sterek fics I like to re-read (basically my comfort library), right? Well, it turns out that what I thought was going to be a list of, like, 50 fics max is now, far, far, far, FAR longer than that to the point that I don't actually even have a number to provide due to the fact that I still finding more and more to add to the list. I really hate the idea putting them all in a single post--as someone who primarily engages with this site via it's mobile app, I personally find super long lists harder to navigate, especially when you lose your place and have to start from the top--soooo, I have decided to instead release my recommendations in a series of posts containing 15-20 fics/series each instead of dumping the whole library on you at once. This post marks the first of (almost certainly) many, so I hope you all enjoy!

List and links to next parts below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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The Boy Who Loved Wolves by orphan_account (NR | 1/1 | 1,522)

Stiles always loved the tamed wolves his tribe used for hunting. When he finds himself face-to-face with an actual wolf, an alpha no less, how will it change him? And how will his tribe react to his change? Based on Paul Goble's The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses.

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Will of the Weakness by Cheshyr (G | 1/1 | 2,248)

Whenever Derek threw Stiles into walls, he always assumed that the teenager didn't fight because he couldn't. Not once did he consider the possibility that Stiles was holding back.

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Making a Memory by beenwandering (M | 1/1 | 2,702)

Stiles was prepared for what would come after the bite. He knew what to expect and, despite his worries, he was ready for his new life. Apparently very ready. Or, “that one where Stiles can’t be anything other than Stiles, even when he’s a wolf."

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A Cottage in the Woods by FaeryQueen07 (G | 1/1 | 2,960)

“There’s a cottage,” Stiles’ mother says, and then she presses a kiss to his forehead before turning off the light.

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Tell Me, Are My Words Worth Less? by Cheshyr (G | 1/1 | 3,830)

Stiles is proud of his words. He loves to talk and tell and share and speak. And he absolutely, deep in his soul, hates his stutter.

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Little Lion Man by lyllytas (T | 1/1 | 5,029)

Sheriff Stilinski has just been fired from his job and is at a loss for his son's recent behavior. All he wants is the truth, so when Stiles comes to him with another crazy story, he's had enough of the jokes and lies. Unfortunately for him, this time Stiles was telling the truth. And Derek Hale is very protective of his pack.

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Love in the Groves series by Sheepnamedpig (3 works | T-E | 5,706)

1. The Oak Tree (E | 1/1 | 1,533) A forest spirit decides to take up residence in Derek's forest. 2. The Cherry Tree (E | 1/1 | 2,170) Derek and Stiles get married. And then they get married again. 3. The Ash Grove (T | 1/1 | 2,003) Stiles gets sick. Derek watches him carve the infection out.

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Knotting Expectations by chase_acow (E | 1/1 | 5,722)

Stiles gets an eyeful and suddenly getting up close and personal to a werewolf is all he can think about.

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go home, or make a home by lady_ragnell (T | 1/1 | 7,437)

In a world where Derek lets Scott kill the Alpha and get the cure, he has to figure out how to rebuild his life, with help from Stiles.

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Communication (And the Lack Thereof) by ProofOfConcept, wilddragonflying (M | 1/1 | 7,687)

Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that's happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can't do that; he can't shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.

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Integral to Survival by placeholdr (M | 1/1 | 8,529)

Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut.

“That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”

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Ten Weeks by scarletsptember (T | 1/1 | 10,024)

They say no news is good news at a doctor's office. The news Stiles gets changes everything.

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adore to see your eyes fly by 1001cranes (E | 1/1 | 11,309)

stiles is a pyromanic, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.

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Blood and Bonds by ProofOfConcept, wilddragonflying (NR | 1/1 | 20,595)

Stiles wants to lose his virginity, so Derek sets him up with a nice female werewolf at a pack mixer. Nine months later, the pack gets a rather stark reminder, and with it comes realizations, feeeeelings, and danger.

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Heat of the Moment by ProofOfConcept, wilddragonflying (T | 1/1 | 21,320)

I'm the alpha now.

Derek never wanted the alpha power. But now he could feel the alpha power thrumming through his veins, calling to him and the those it considered pack.

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The Wolfvengers (Are Not A '90s Boyband) series by someonelsesheart (2 works | T | 23,152)

1. Angry Birds Is Not Meant To Be Taken Literally (T | 3/3 | 12,917) Derek gets that he and Stiles are kind of on a Need To Know basis, he really does, he just thinks that Stiles' godfather being in the freaking Avengers counts as pretty Need To Know. 2. The Captain America Law (T | 3/3 | 10,235) For the record, Derek is not very fond of talking about feelings, up to and including discussing his personal life, anything that has to do with Stiles, That Time With The High Heels, and games that include having to convey feelings. On a completely unrelated note, who knew that Tony Stark owned a sexy nurse's costume?

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An Exercise in Trust by ProofOfConcept, wilddragonflying (M | 1/1 | 25,529)

Derek Hale hasn't been able to hold a steady job for quite some time, thanks to his past. When an ad is posted for a babysitting job, Derek(thanks to his experience with his large extended family) jumps at the chance to maybe start rebuilding his life.

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hyper heart alone by hito (E | 1/1 | 34,570)

When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stiles' father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence.

Well, Stiles isn't sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isn't really willing to call it anything else, either.

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By and By series by 1001cranes (3 works | T-E | 35,611)

1. hear his alibis (T | 1/1 | 6,628) creepy never looked so cute - or, how Sheriff Stiles accidentally adopted a juvenile offender. (another) pyromaniac au. 2. multiplied by seven (E | 9/9 | 26,340) Derek isn't exactly like other people. Stiles doesn't say that because he's in love with him, or whatever. He's not like Scott, who thinks Allison hung the freaking moon, or was the first girl to ever let a guy under her bra. Derek isn't like other people. Sometimes he's not exactly sane. psychopaths in love - the story from Derek & Stiles's side. companion fic to 'hear his alibis' 3. up to the highest high (E | 1/1 | 2,643) Kate takes a day to think it over, to plan her attack. She's good on her feet, but a little preplanning never hurt anyone. And if she's going to make Derek bleed, well - she needs just the right weapon. The right words. A thousand little pinpricks and cuts, because Derek isn't the type you can cut off at the knees so easily. You have to look for that dark, hidden place to plant a seed of doubt, and Kate? Kate's good at that. "He wants to be with a girl," she says. Like poisoned honey. "Or he doesn't not want it, am I right?" You think that curiosity won't get the better of him one day?" She's got her hands on him when she says it. She feels the beating of his heart, the firmness of his pectoral muscles, because, hey, this is precisely the way she swings. And Derek might keep it pretty well tucked up under his cap, but he doesn't exactly hate the female persuasion himself. Or at least he's attracted to them. Same difference in the end. "Better the devil you know," she says, and from the way Derek's gaze narrows she's got a feeling she's won.

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Blood in the Water, Fire in the Sky: A Love Story series by ahab2692 (7 works | E | 69,750)

1. God, How Things Change (E | 1/1 | 9,056) After killing Peter Hale, Derek and Stiles have to deal with the aftermath: Scott doesn't want to forgive Derek for taking away his chance for the cure, Jackson struggles with adjusting to his newfound powers, and Lydia remains in a coma. Derek has his own demons to wrestle, and the more time he spends with Stiles, the less sure he is that he'll be able to control himself.

2. The World Spins, Regardless (E | 1/1 | 11,006) Stiles helps Derek expand his pack, and the two of them take steps forward in their newfound relationship. Meanwhile, new enemies arrive in the form of a dangerous pack of werewolves from a nearby town, as well as a pair of mysterious hunters with an unknown agenda. (Sequel to "God, How Things Change.") 3. Cracks in the Foundations (E | 1/1 | 10,107) Preparing for the oncoming war with an aggressive werewolf clan, Derek and Stiles make efforts to secure their friends' safety. Derek put the pack through a rigorous training regimen, and Stiles convinces him to form a temporary alliance with the Argents. However, no one is able to foresee a shocking loss that has a devastating effect on the pack's stability. (Sequel to "The World Spins, Regardless.") 4. The Wicker Throne and the Werewolf King (E | 1/1 | 11,241) Stiles and Lydia travel to a distant mining outpost in the woods to try and kill the Alpha of the rival pack. Meanwhile, Derek and Chris Argent struggle to ensure the safety of the pack in the aftermath of Stiles' recent loss. (Sequel to "Cracks in the Foundations.") 5. Conversation (and Carnage) (E | 1/1 | 9,096) Stiles attempts to negotiate with the Alpha. Derek attempts to negotiate with Meredith Wakefield. Hidden agendas lie beneath the surface. Everything is not as it seems. (Sequel to "The Wicker Throne and the Werewolf King.") 6. ...And Hell Followed With Him (E | 1/1 | 10,080) Stiles emerges victorious as the new Alpha. Derek and Chris Argent launch their attack on Meredith Wakefield. Stiles and Lydia return home. (Sequel to "Conversation (and Carnage).") 7. God, How Things Change (Redux) (E | 1/1 | 9,164) Stiles and Derek pay a visit to their last remaining enemy. The pack recovers in the aftermath. Everything ends. Everything begins. (Sequel to "...And Hell Followed With Him".)

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[six-eyed-samurai]

TOKYO REV X INSTAGRAM

🌸MIKEY isn't online that much and by that I mean he probably opens it once in a blue moon. Low-key strikes me as one of those people that randomly become active and spam reels, update stories, instigate shit in the group chat and then boom. Just suddenly disappears again. Has forgotten his password more than once (Emma/Draken memorize it for him). His feed is probably memes or desserts or all kinds of ASMR. Doesn't check the profile of whoever follows him and doesn't follow back; keeps forgetting to set his account to private despite Emma's nagging so he ends up having a bunch of strangers and bots following him, probably

🌸I can see DRAKEN'S Instagram FYP having those would you rather (super expensive, sleek, iconic race cars) or (beautiful celebrity name) reels, motorcycles and whatever got infected by the reels his friends send. Follows a few celebrities/companies/news and only people he knows. Active in stories but rarely actually posts. That one friend that watches all the reels. Muted the GC and everyone's acting like he killed their dog (me).

🌸MITSUYA obviously follows all those big name designers and fashion brands, small t-shirt brands and maybe a couple models. I feel like his account is one of the most active: lots of stories on his sisters, does those "(month) dump) photos, gets tagged a lot on everyone else's photos. Somehow managed to avoid all the brain rot reels; he likes watching reels but hates when they all get repetitive (eg same topic different influencer, same dance moves). I absolutely know he keeps highlights. Has a normal person PFP and bio with favroite music. 10/10 nicest Instagram accounts to look at.

🌸 Predictably CHIFUYU'S Instagram account is full of Peke J, silly cat stuff, manga updates (he follows the mangaka) and out of context life updates ("just ate glass ow"). Super easy password to guess - pekej123 probably. His posts are selfies, cats, his friends, cats, once his mom, cats...I think Chifuyu can never decide on a profile picture to stick to as well. Depending on what his current obsession is probably changes it to his favourite character/Peke J/ some blurry selfie. Secretly dreams of having a girlfriend to match it with so a) he has a girlfriend! b) it's cute and c) he doesn't have to decide for himself.

🌸 I'm sorry but I see BAJI as one of those really bad at using social media people, which is a real shame because if he did figure it out he'd probably have a gigantic following and spam reels to everyone. Always accidentally shares the wrong story to Close Friends or public - in fact his account is public too, because he forgets to change it to private and actually doesn't really know how. Follows his mom and tells his friends not to tag him in freaky/gang stuff because she can see it. Posts like he's never heard of stories.

🌸KAZUTORA probably only got an Instagram account because of his friends or when he's working at the pet store, to follow and promote it. Eventually grows to like it though and gets addicted to reels...probably subconsciously absorbs the brainrot and doesn't realize until someone points it out. Surprisingly frequent poster once he gets the hang of it. Hates watching trends because they get too repetitive but loves it when it's of someone's pet dancing.

🌸 TAKEMITCHY has the most normal and typical account ever. Posts a lot of the gang and eventually Hinata dominates it all because simp boyfriend. Probably has some "inspiring" quote on his bio. The good photos of him (aka the ones where he doesn't look like an overly excited kid taking selfies) came from other people."Me and bro" kinda reels are on his FYP a lot; one time he didn't share a "send this lucky Buddha to someone or risk bad luck tomorrow" and had a really bad day so now religiously shares it out.

🌸Definitely one of the girls who posts one picture of themselves and gets about 1000 likes, EMMA is the most frequent user of Instagram and posts like an influencer. Has everyone's Instagram and if you want to stalk someone hit her up. Watches and likes every one of Draken's stories and you can't convince me otherwise. Shinichiro is very unhappy so many stranger boys follow her. Very cute PFP, very aesthetic pictures, very demure-

🌸HINATA has a very private account, so you can't really tell what she's up to based of her online activity. Just a couple photos of friends with no obvious faces, scenery snapshots, fit photos with her face cropped out, which Emma insists is a big shame because she's so pretty!! That friend who sends you "I'm so proud of you" posts and really nice reels. Instagram note probably has some trending song as well.

🌸 I low-key feel like YUZUHA is one of those girls who only take pictures of part of their face - forehead, cheek, shoulder, neck, but never the whole thing. Uses it mainly to help promote Hakkai in the good timelines. Her FYP is beyond cursed and so are the reels she sends. I can see her and Hakkai doing dance trends together to post or playing around with filters.

[nights-at-crystarium]

One user carries my entire mental health with these tags ;w; <3

I love the subtle observation that Vivi half plays the role that was dumped on him, half tries his genuine best. He acts unusual here. Much as I'd like to, I can't show everything about his life at once, that's not how comics (or stories in general) work, and I consider this moment a shortcoming on my end because I randomly decided to show the Titania fight in closer detail while it wasn't part of the initial plan, I just thought some more about Vivi and Feo, and his visual resemblance with Titania completely blindsided me. Suddenly I saw a chance to strengthen Vivi and Feo's friendship by making them overcome a little bump on the road, as well as give Vivi motivation to be kind to Titania (because Feo seems to care about them).

When I really settle down to Think About A Character, such things happen. I just realized that Titania belongs to the same category of a beloved character in ShB that spends an unholy amount of time in terrible isolation as a price for being a hero to their people, and then I needed to give them more love than the canon did.

This arc's turned out decent, but it lacks the precedent in form of other fights where Vivi just. Doesn't care. Normally he tries to finish a fight asap and move on. However, the comic shows us the Titania encounter as the first real fight, and it's an unusual display of empathy for Vivi. Statistically, the first encounter can't be seen as an outlier. Ah well, I'll figure it out x'D

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 18

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 18.

Their heart beat faster and heat climbed their neck. Every voice of pride and self-preservation told them to back out of this—to change the subject. They held his gaze.

“Why would you want to stay on my ship after we get the loot?” he asked, no joke or smile now.

“You don’t want me around?”

“No, I just… I mean…”

They grinned. It wasn’t often they got to fluster him but it was always a thrill. “I’ll have to get a ship sorted out and figure out where I’m going next. You might be stuck with me for a while longer.”

His boot on the floor stopped their casual rocking of his seat. “So, just until you can get a ship of your own? Yeah, yeah, that makes sense… I mean, obviously I wasn’t going to just dump you out in Cepheus with a crate of treasure.”

They frowned again at that word. It wasn’t treasure. It wasn’t a chest of gold out there waiting to be found. It was probably a bag of prepaid cards and a whole lot of trouble.

“What are you thinking of doing when you get your own ship?”

They leaned against the side of his chair, practically against him, one nudge away from sitting on the arm of his seat. “Maybe I’ll be a mercenary.”

He laughed louder than was necessary. “A gun for hire? You? Are you joking?”

They swatted his shoulder. “What do you mean? I’m great at this!”

Cosmic shook his head. “Well, to start with, you don’t actually have a gun. You use mine.”

“Obviously, I would buy one. A whole bunch of them!”

His smile was huge and, so close, they could see the stars reflecting in the dark of his eyes. “Okay, even if you buy yourself some guns to go with your new ship… How do I say this nicely, Stardust…”

They pushed off his seat to stand at their full height, trying to loom over him. “Say what? You don’t think I’m tough enough?”

He held up both hands. “No, no, I wasn’t going to say that you’re not tough enough. You are. You just don’t have a great instinct for survival… or any instinct for survival.”

“Fuck you! It’s not my fault this place is a nightmare landscape of murderers and thieves!”

“You’re a magnet for trouble.”

“The hell I am.”

“Capitol T—Trouble. We’ve covered this and you’ve proven it every day since I’ve met you.”

They folded their arms and glared.

“I feel closer to death with you on my ship than I have ever felt in my life, and I’ve been blown up before.”

Their arms fell with their face. “Really?” Their eyes darted over him, like there might be some sign of injury they had somehow missed all these weeks.

He seemed to enjoy the attention. “Oh yeah, almost died. I had to crawl my way back onto the ship and then autopilot to a medical station. I laid right here on the floor thinking my ride was over and that still wasn’t as nerve-wracking as life with you.”

“You’re full of shit!” they snapped. “Don’t be so dramatic. You took the job. You knew there would be other bounty hunters after me.”

“I’m not being dramatic!”

“U-huh. So, why are you smiling?” Who the fuck smiled while saying they’d almost died?

“Why am I smiling, then?” he said like he was buying time. Was he deciding how to answer? They’d caught him in a web of bullshit. But why didn’t he look caught? His eyes, darkness and starlight, swept over them, his lips still tugged to the side in a crooked grin. “…Because I like it.”

Stardust felt their pulse in their neck, heat rising fast to their face. The way he said it… The way he said it while looking right at them.

His grin grew. “Don’t let your ego go crazy, Stardust. I like the rush. No one does what I do if they like to be safe.”

They swallowed, trying to cram that reaction back down. The last thing they needed was to complicate whatever was going on with their cosmic bounty hunter. They were partners. He definitely couldn’t be trusted and Stardust shouldn’t be. “We should practice the thing,” they blurted out.

Cosmic blinked up at them. “Hmm? Practice what?”

Practice what?

Their gaze flicked from his lips to his gun against his ribs. “The trick draw.”

“The gun thing?” He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Again?” He rocked the seat forward, practically tossing himself out of it and onto his feet. “I think you’re just trying to get the chair, but okay…”

They were definitely going to pretend this was to get the chair, because the alternative would be admitting they wanted to stand too close to him.

What they really wanted, was that confirmation that whatever tension they felt wasn’t one-sided.

They’d done this a few times the last couple days since the last station. They stepped up to his side, so close that they could smell the subtle citrus scent of his bodywash. “So, we worked out that it’s not hard from here.”

“Yeah, it’s easier if you’re behind me or on my side.”

All at once, they unlatched and pulled his gun from his side. His breath hitched. It was so slight that if they weren’t so damn close, they’d never catch it. They watched his throat bob when he swallowed. “Yep. Smooth.”

They put the gun back and stepped in front of him, facing him. “But what if I stand here, when they’re coming up to us…”

His brow pinched, staring back at them. “From the front with your back to them? Like…pull it fast and turn, or…”

“No. Like, super sneaky…” They slowly lifted an arm between their bodies, fingering the handle of the gun across his chest, trying to do it without the imaginary pirate behind them seeing.

He smiled. “Quietly without them noticing and then aim behind yourself?” He was close to laughing, but kept his voice low like he was also imagining the pirate standing there. “Without looking?”

They nodded. “That would be great, right?” They removed the gun and held it between their chests, arm moving to cross their stomach and aim around their side.

“That doesn’t seem practical…” he pointed out, amused.

“I might need a way to aim.”

“Uh-huh…”

“What if you wear something? Like sunglasses!”

“If I wear sunglasses?” he repeated, like they were insane and he needed them to hear it and realize it themself. It would make recovery easier. “You’re getting ridiculous.”

“Sunglasses are not ridiculous!” Stardust had at least a hundred pairs back home.

He laughed. “Yes, sunglasses are ridiculous!”

“Do you have a pair? You would look great!”

“No, I am not going to wear them just in case you get the chance to do some stupid trick shot.”

They put his gun back, still standing way too close. “Come on!”

“No.” He flicked the leather strap holding his gun in place back over the handle. “You know, I bet I could do it without a reflective surface…”

“Without seeing where you’re shooting? You think you could do it blind?”

“Yeah, blind shot.”

They scowled. “You’re just saying that to piss me off.”

He gasped like he was wounded, hand flying to his heart. “Are you calling me a liar? Stardust!”

“Fuck you! You’re such a liar!”

“Oh, there’s that foul mouth. I’m surprised the pirates didn’t just mistake you for one of their own.”

They gave his chest a shove but he didn’t go anywhere, nor did the mirth in his eyes.

“You know, if we dressed you up…”

“You’re just jealous. Ever since the mercenaries at that station and then the trick shots… you can’t handle that this primer is a better shot than you,” Stardust teased with every intention of forcing the subject back to where they wanted it.

“Are you joking? I can definitely shoot better than you.”

“You’re really going to pretend I’m not good at this?”

“I didn’t say you were bad. I’m just saying that I’m better.”

They shrugged, unconvinced.

“Okay. Let’s stop at the next terraformed planet and try it out…” He jumped back into his seat and turned to the console, hitting some keys to bring up a three-dimensional map. “There’s a moon with a settlement less than a day away.”

They looked at the speck he was fast calculating into their journey. “It’s not really on our way…”

“Hm?” He stopped, losing steam and all that excitement. He took his hands away from the keys like he wasn’t sure what had come over him. “Yeah, I guess it is in the wrong direction.”

Stardust bit their lip and nudged his chair. “It would throw anyone tailing us off our trail… Be good to keep them on their toes.” It was bullshit and they both knew it. They should be running at full speed for the goal, not dragging this out.

But Cosmic smiled and they smiled back. “Yeah?” he asked.

They nodded. What was one more day?

He hit the key.

Course adjusted, the ship announced.

“Really, we should get these moves right just in case.”

He swiveled around to face them again. “Right? Trying out the shots is the smart thing to do. It’ll add a couple days but I’m pretty sure I can survive that…”

Stardust gave his shoulder another bat.

He gasped loudly and clutched at it this time. “Ouch! No fighting until we get to the moon.” His eyes widened with an idea, his hand dropping. “Oh! We could duel!”

“Yes! Do we have body armor?”

“What? No, not with live ammo, you psycho. We’ll use paint.” He jumped up and crossed the bridge of the ship, tapping the wall to drop open a panel and get at the storage there. He riffled through a few things before crowing in triumph and shaking a box of what they assumed were paint rounds.

By the time he turned around, Stardust was in his seat and comfortably leaned back. They had to enjoy it as much as possible when they could.

“Hey! Get out of my seat, you thief!” He tossed the box of pellets at them.

Stardust laughed, catching it. “You need to learn to share! This chair is huge. There’s room for two.”

He froze for a second, staring back at them. And then Cosmic smiled and there was something cunning about it. “Oh really? Room for two? There’s really not…” He took a few steps closer, head tipping to the side. “Stardust… Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“What?” Of course they were! But he wasn’t supposed to say it!

He was right in front of them, another step and his knee was between theirs. “Are you blushing?”

Stardust opened their mouth to say something—ANYTHING—and then closed it.

Cosmic laughed but the sound was warm rather than mocking. “Gunslinger extraordinaire, fumbling ship thief, puncher of skin traders, aristo-runaway Stardust is blushing and speechless?” He leaned down, hands on the armrests and face invading their space. “I guess we could try sharing the chair…” he said, voice low now, like this was just for the two of them. They knew he was fucking with them. They knew he was doing this on purpose. But knowing didn’t stop their heart from pounding out of their ribs and up into their throat. “Do you want to sit on my lap, Stardust? Is that what you’re getting at?”

Stardust wasn’t new to flirting. So why was this different? Why were they tongue-tied?

They shot to their feet, giving him no choice but to move or take a forehead to the nose.

He was a step back in a flash, hands up and grin huge.

“Fuck you!” they barked and had to curl their hands into fists to keep from throwing them over their face in humiliation.

“Fuck you seems like a big jump from sharing a chair but if that’s what you want…” he said, laughing around the words.

Stardust marched out of the room, his voice chasing them.

“Oh, don’t stomp away!”

They most definitely did stomp away, the door sliding open.

“Come back!”

The door closed with a swoosh and they exhaled relief and embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with them? They had started it! What did they expect to happen? Of course he had flirted back. That was what they did!

So, why had they freaked out?

Everything they could have and should have said streamed across their thoughts now that it was too late. There was a universe out there where they had smiled instead of blushed and were now making out in that pilot’s seat.

Fuck!

[stikybug]

This is extremely self-indulgent but i'm dumping all of my alexithymic!mc headcanons on the main tag , because her actions and what the characters say about her would be extremely funny considering all of this .

Spoilers for godheim main story under the cut!

MC has had trouble identifying many of her emotions since a young age, she never talked about it to anybody and learned to mask it very well. Her reactions are almost automatic, like they're actually hers.

The first time she really 'felt' the way others did was with the death of her mother. Sorrow, it felt so strong and unfamiliar to her. She had to find an outlet of some kind.

Art was the only time her emotions weren't muddled, but it could be because that itself was an abstraction of her thoughts. She didn't need to particularly parse through them and have many 'what ifs'.

Fast forward to the main story. Meeting the love interests elicits more than just a blunt emotional response. But it can't be called 'affection' just yet.

Godheim.

Mc feels guilty. She wants to return what seems to be some sort of budding affection for Alkaid, but she feels it doesn't last.

She doesn't realise little actions she does REFLECTS that. 'I'm caring for him while he's sick because I feel the strong urge to see him get better. No this isn't romance what are you talking about isn't this normal to feel?'

She feels it doesn't count because it seems to ebb and fade. She has the knawing feeling of wanting to be 'normal' for him. She wants to be better. She can't see the clear worry on her face, she can't see how she almost cries some times for 'unknown' reasons because she misses him.

It's oh so ever worse with Ayn. She would give her life over to him and what he cherishes in a heartbeat. But she feels so awkward when people refer to her as his girlfriend.

She doesn't love him back, probably. It's just an undying loyalty and understanding for him. It's a duty that she wants to fulfill. ( Why she wants to do it is completely lost on her. )

She thinks she's faking her care, for him, for the residents of the rat cave. It just doesn't line up with what she sees herself as. Despite this, she still almost forcefully wills him not to die. Not on her watch. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing him go.

By the time of Lars' route, she opens up to the idea of being closer to him. It was supposed to be an agreement-contract sort of relationship. But going slowly from 'alliance' to sympathy, devotion, and finally; what seems to be inklings of love she cannot do anything about but recognise. Nobody would risk their lives for an agreement alone.

Caring this much felt awful though, too many lives she swore she could have saved... If she was just a bit stronger, if she just reacted quicker. Maybe nobody would have to lose anything. All she could give was an attempt to comfort Lars during this time.

And while she went through the motions, she wondered... Maybe staying here would be alright? Maybe she could be his bride, or at the very least die beside him.

It was actually a laughable idea to her if you said she would feel something for Archmage Clarence. Anything other than annoyance or mild sympathy would be hard to elicit.

Him? The person who keeps picking fights with her? The person who insists on locking her up? That despite all her warnings decides that killing her is the best option? That Archmage Clarence?

She's interested in him when she spends more time in the Magi tower, unfortunately. He has his own motivations, he has someone he cares for.

She feels an unexplainable sadness at the true end of the magi. If it could happen to that little girl, how many more then would still meet that fate?

When she's actually faced with it in the end, she wants to start crying there. She can't, she can't cry in front of the man that only wants to see her live happily in the end.

The feeling persists, the memory of his is engraved in her mind forever.

Now Cael is an interesting case. She's not sure whether or not he could see right through her.

After everything in godheim, looking at him almost feels disconcerting. They share the same eyes, she never knew why she couldn't recognise that look in his eyes sooner.

Apathy. A cold heart. One that can't care or truly love anybody else.

Well, that's his words, not hers. But she can't bring herself to believe that. There's something like affection in the way he treats her, there's the warmth of blood so similar to everybody else.

So she says that, because she sincerely believes he's more than he thinks he is.

She still hesitates to call him, because one day he might tell her the same thing, and she wouldn't be able to deal with that.

...But maybe, they could figure out what the meaning of love is one day. And then they'll realize they were holding onto it all along.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 19

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open! Also, so sorry to be behind on this one. Life got in the way for awhile but I'm back!

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Previous: Chapter 18 ~ Daydream Believer

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 19 – Oh Good, You’re Home 

35 Weeks – Leia 

Ever heard the story of the scorpion and the frog? 

No? 

Quick side story.  There is a river and the scorpion trying to cross it. He sees the frog and says, “Hey Frog, do you think you can carry me across the river? 

The frog says, “No way, you’ll just sting me in the middle of the river, and I’ll die.” 

“No, I won’t because I want to get across. I promise I won’t sting you.”  

The frog begrudgingly accepts, and the scorpion climbs on him and they start to cross.  Halfway through the scorpion stings the frog . “Why did you do that? Now we’ll both die!” 

The scorpion just says, “Its just my nature.”  

Sometimes some people just can’t be trusted.  

Except, this is one person who I trusted before Andy.  

She had been my best friend.  And when my father died, I think she died with him. 

The woman at the door doesn’t look anything like the mother that raised me.  

“What are you doing here Mother?” I protected my bump as best I could.  

“I wanted to speak to you, Leighton.” She looked at my bump with a loving look. That’s different. 

“I have nothing to say to you or hear anything you have to say.” I moved to close the door, but she stopped me. 

“Leia-bear, just give me a few minutes.” Her eyes are pleading. Underneath all of the makeup and filler she has, I can see a flicker of the mother I used to know.  

“Five minutes,” I say and let her in.  

She glances around the living room.  It was different from the last time I saw her. Her gaze stops on the mantle. Over the fireplace is our favorite photo from my maternity shoot.  The one where Andy is cupping my face and kissing me softly. It was the perfect reminder of our love. “That’s a beautiful picture,” she finally says.  

“Thank you.” I sat back down and gave her a look.  “Why are you here? You made it very clear the last time I saw you that I am a disappointment at the choices that were half made for me and the ones I made to make sure my little girl is protected and loved.”  

“It’s a girl?” 

Dammit. I hadn’t meant for that to slip. “Yes.”  

“Congratulations.” She made a slight move towards me, like she wanted to touch my bump but stopped herself. “Leighton, I wanted to talk to you about Bret.”  

“What about him? I really hope that he went back to Japan.”  

“No, he’s still in town. He’s staying with me.”  

I sat up straighter. “What? Why would you do that?” Is she trying to kill me? He’s harboring my ex and my pregnant brain is on the fritz.  

“Well, he needed a place to stay for the few weeks that he is here since his house sold.” My mother straightens her diamond pendant on her necklace.  

“You understand that he is my ex and has nothing to do with my life or yours? Because he has no rights.”  

“I don’t understand what the problem is?” My mother scoffed.  

I don’t recognize the woman standing in front of me.  The mother that I remember was warm and caring. She made cookies and hot cocoa for my brother’s team after practice.  She took me to ballet and gymnastics, always with a snack. She made thanksgiving dinner and arts and crafts for Christmas.  Summer held snacks and games.  She was the mother most people dream about.  

I guess I was right. She died when my dad did.  

“You want to know the problem? Ok, here’s the problem. Your daughter was being controlled by a man that wanted a maid and nothing more.  That man told me my dreams were worthless.  That I wasn’t worth it. I told him about the baby, and I heard nothing. He doesn’t want me or my baby.  Did you know that I know he’s been having flings when we were together?  Yeah, that’s the dream man that you want me to be with.  Instead of being happy, you want me to be miserable.  Just because you’re miserable doesn't mean that I want that.”  

She’s silent but I don’t stop.  

“I know that it’s been hard since daddy died but we have been trying to support each other because that’s what family does.  You checked out and never came back. I didn’t know we became orphans that day, but we did. You don’t know me; you don’t want what’s best for me. Because you would want, I was able to get myself, a man who loves me, you encourage me, who supports me, who dreams with me, who cares for my daughter as if it were his own.”  

I took a breath and looked at her tear-filled eyes.  “If you don’t want me to be happy like I have found, then please leave me alone. Don’t come back.  Until you make up your mind, I need you to please leave.”  

I wiped at my face as my mother walked out the door. I sink onto the bench that’s by the door and try to calm my body. It was cathartic really. Getting all of the unspoken words out was good. I didn’t mean to get worked up but I can’t change that.  After I feel my breathing slowing down, I move to get up and I am rocked with a pain around my middle. “Shit,” i groan.  I wait to see if there is another pain, but it’s gone. I must have Braxton Hicks contractions.  

I move to call Andy and Luke but they go to voicemail so they must be in practice.  I sigh and move to get a drink. As I make it to the fridge, another pain seared across my bump. I hang on to the fridge handle as I ride this out.   

I reach for my baby book, trying to find advice on how to get myself out of these Braxton Hicks. Plenty of fluids, warm preferred and a bath.  I can do this; I can relax again.  I pull out the kettle and tea. Once I have that, I head upstairs to our bathroom. I love that Andy got a jacuzzi tub, but I just need the warmth. As the tub fills, I pull out my favorite lavender bubble bath and add it in. Soon, I’m neck deep in bubbles and I can feel myself relaxing.  But at the same time, I’m thinking about my mom.  

She seriously thinks I should be with someone who only saw me as arm candy and nothing more. That isn’t how I was raised, and she knows it. My dad treated her like an equal. He shared the responsibilities and made sure his family was taken care of. I don’t know who this pod-person is that looks my mother but she certain is not any longer. The thoughts bring another flash of pain in my belly. “Ok,” I say out loud as I stroke my belly, I’ll stop thinking about her. “Just relax, little one. Daddy isn’t here and you need to be patient to come out.”  

The pains come and go for the next couple of hours until I’m hit with one that last longer than the others. “Fuck, this hurts,” I mumble.  

That would be the least of my problems.  

Jeremy 

Being injured sucks.  

Getting a concussion sucks more.  

I can’t believe that Craig, my old teammate, had the balls to crash into me like he did. Now I’m out at least two weeks in concussion protocol.  At least my vision is ok, its just a lingering headache.  I’m in my apartment waiting for a call from Stella when the phone rings.  And I’m shocked to see who the caller is.  

“Leia?” 

“Jeremy, please tell me you’re home and you can drive?” 

I furrow my brow. “Oh yeah.”  

“Oh good. Because I’m home alone and my water just broke.”  

The fuck did she say? 

“Your water broke?” 

“Yeah, I think I’m in labor and I’m five weeks early.” I can hear the heavy breathing through the phone. “Please help me.”  

“I’m on the way.”  

This was not on my bingo card this year.  

I jump in my car and race to Andy and Leia’s.  I knock but the door opens.  “Leia?” 

“In here,” she calls from upstairs.  The woman is in labor and she’s upstairs.  Can’t be easy right? 

I take two stairs at a time and see Leia bent over the bed and breathing hard. I come up behind her and rub her back.  “Breathe, Leia.”  After a moment, she tries to stand. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah,” she huffs. “That was the longest one so far.” She looks at me and I can see the pain in her eyes and the sweat on her brow. “I need to get to the hospital, and I can’t get a hold of Andy or Stella or my brother.” I can see she wants to cry.  

“Ok, I’ll call coach or the GM and get a hold of them. Let’s get you down the stairs and to the car, ok?” She nods before pointing to a bag on the floor.  

“I need that.”  

“I got it.” Then I take her hands and help her down.  Right in the middle, she gets hit with another contraction and withers.  I take hold of her as she grips my shirt. “It hurts,” she cries.  

“I know. I’m sorry I can’t be more help. Just breathe it out, ok? In one, two three four, out two, three, four.”  The contraction passes and I get her into the car.  I use the bluetooth and call Coach.  

“Swayman, I’m kinda...” 

“Andy’s girl is in labor. Leia is in labor and I’m taking her to Boston General.” 

“Holy... ok hang on. Barber, Andrews!” I can hear coach skate towards them.  “Get your shit together and get to the airport.  Leia is in labor.”   

“But she’s early,” I hear Andy say.  

“Just go,” Coach orders. “Jeremy is driving her there.”  I don’t hear anything from the guys.  “Sway, keep us updated.” 

“Will do Coach.”  I hang up and look at Leia. “You ok?”  

“I’m fine just uncomfortable. Jeremy, please don’t leave me.”  

I take her hand. “I’m right here, every step of the way.” 

Leia 

This is not how I thought I would be making my way to the hospital. But I won’t complain because Jeremy answered the call and brought me here. I’m so scared and in a lot of pain.  As Jeremy walks me into the hospital, another pain streaks through. I grip onto Jeremy’s hand and try to ride it out.  

“Holy fuck,” I hear him whisper. I want to laugh but the pain is overwhelming. It finally subsides and I let go. He shakes he hand out but gives me a tight smile. “It’s ok,” when he sees my eyes watering. “Its my glove hand. If it stays in that position, maybe it will help me stop the puck.”  

“I’m sorry,” I cry just as a nurse brings me a wheelchair. “I think I hurt him,” I told the nurse.  

“No, I’m fine,” Jeremy says, flexing his hand. “I wasn’t ready for it, but I am now.” He gives the nurse a smile. One I see he gives fans not his pickup one.  That’s odd.  

“Ok, let’s get your wife admitted,” she says.  

“Oh, no,” we both say. “My boyfriend is on his way. My friend is helping me.”  I give her a smile. “But he can stay with me right?” 

“Of course. We’ll just ask him to step out when we check on you.” She takes us up to labor and delivery and get me hooked up.  

“You talked to Andy?” I asked Jeremy.  

“Yeah, they were boarding from Toronto. He should be here in about three hours.”  

“Ok. My book says that first pregnancies can take up to twenty-four hours of labor because your body isn’t used to it so that gives us plenty of time.”  My doctor comes in right then.  

“Leia, I thought we had an agreement.” She gives me a smile and looks up and is startled. “Oh, I thought...” 

“Andy is on his way,” I explain. “Jeremy was home and...” 

“I get it.” Dr. Montgomery smiles. “Well, Jeremy, if you can step out for a moment.” 

“I’ll call Coach and give him an update.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be right back, don’t freak out.” 

I smile and once he’s out the door I look at Dr. Montgomery.  “Tell me Andy has time.” 

The doc examines me and I don’t like the look on her face. “Leia, you are at 7 centimeters and full effaced. I’m guessing that we have max two hours before you are gonna start pushing.”  

“But, Andy isn’t here.  He has to be here to hold her and cut the cord.” I can hear the alarms going off on the monitors. “I... I can’t do this without him.” 

“Ok, sweetie, we need you to breathe.” Dr Montgomery takes my hand. “Get Jeremy back in here,” she orders a nurse. “Leia, you need to try to calm yourself.  You’re putting your self into tachycardia and making the baby’s heartbeat drop.”  

“I need him,” I cry as Jeremy runs back into the room.  “Jeremy, I can’t do this without him.”  

He sits and takes my hand. “I know, Leia, but you’re not alone, ok? You’re so strong, gorgeous. I’ll be right here, no matter what. I want to meet her, fresh from the oven.” That gets a giggle, which helps the monitors relax. “That’s it. Good girl.”  

“Talk to me. Tell me anything,” I tell him.  We spend the next couple of hours talking, forgiving, forgetting. Suddenly, another alarm goes off. “Jeremy?” 

“I don’t know,” he says as a nurse rushes in to check the alarm.  

“Page Dr. Montgomery!” she yells as other nurse come in.  “Ok Leia, we need to put you on your side, right now.  Jeremy, come to this side.” There is a flurry of activity, and I can feel myself panicking.  

“Jeremy?” He takes my hand. “What’s happening?” He asks no one in particular.  

Dr. Montgomery rushes in and looks at the report the nurses. “Ok, Leia, if the baby doesn’t respond to the body change in the next few minutes, I’m going to take you in for an emergency c-section.”  

My eyes are wide with fear, and I can see it on Jeremy’s face as well.  “He’s not going to make it,” I whisper, resigned. 

“I’m sorry Leia, but if you are ok with it, I’ll be in there with you.” Jeremy squeezes my hand.  

A few minutes later, I hear, “I’m sorry Leia. Get her ready for transport and find some scrubs for Jeremy.” I see everyone moving to get me set up for the surgery. Jeremy gets handed a blue bundle of clothes and leaves for a second.  Then I’m being wheeled out and to the operating room.  

This is it.  

I’m sorry Andy. 

And I pray that my daughter is ok.  

NEXT

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[spotaus]

please know whenever you give any ichor lore in either tags or a post, i am going

i love love love lore drops.

Wooo!!!! It is so freeing to hear that, thank you haha!!! Everytime you rb or ask or smth I always kinda just go

AND. Y'know- ya know what this gives me the chance to do??? LORE DUMP (putting it under the cut because it might get long lmao-)

I went back on my old phone (basically my art storage system) to find some old art of Ichor!! Like, the four pieces above are not completely Canon anymore, (I couldn't draw Paps to save my life 😭) but this was from before I had decided how Ichor and Reward were created!

The first one labeled 'Judgement' is actually a pretty accurate portrayal of New God aged Ichor! This was when I had it planned that Ichir was the God of judgement abd he made some poor choices so Balance chipped a piece of his power into Reward and Ichor had to raise him. That's no longer the case, but the design transfers over! In the second one 'Punishment and Reward' you can see that Balance's Halo was going to be on Ichor too! This is technically something he *could* manifest still but he deeply chooses not to. The design from 'Eclipse Era' for Ichor is 100% accurate. This was the Era when Ichor ran away from the god's to go stop a prophecy + ended up falling in love and having a full mortal family. (They- they're dead as hell but uhhh-) Then the training fits were scrapped, but the concept continues. Ichor has to train to keep himself healthy since his godly magic is weakened, abd Reward drags him out to do little exercises once they're trapped in the Catacombs!

Another thing is this one specific tree? (Looks goofy af, ignore that- it's meant to be a weeping willow but fluffier lmao-) It's on a ridge a few mountains away from Mt. Ebbot, overlooking a mountain village that Ichor always went back to. It's their sacred tree, but Ichor was the one who made it so different. Smth smth his blood got to the roots once. But basically if he's mourning, if he's celebrating, if he has any big occassion he goes to this tree. It would break his heart if this Tree was ever cut down or severely damaged by anything that wasn't Weather related.

And (old art again, rip my skills-) once upon a time, Ichor could manifest Dragon Features from his magic! Now this translates into a Canon ability to turn into a dragon-ish beast form, but that's more his bones reshaping and less Gold Magic Manifestations lol. He's always had a connection to dragon-vibes, and because he doesn't use gaster-blasters, he *is* the blaster. Only when he needs it though. (And with the chains he can't change shape at all, so that's only a post-story kinda thing or pre-chains thing lol-)

I also have another scheme cooking (two, actually?) One with his Sons (the immortal ones that exist in Catacombtale and escape into the Omega Timeline if that happens-) and the other is Regarding the first drawing I ever made of him and doing a comparison lol- Hoping this was fun lore in the meantime!!

[vodika-vibes]

would you also write for Jaster Mereel (jangos adoptive dad, at least in legends I think)? There’s not that much information about him so I totally understand if he ist un-writeable but I really like him and thought I would ask 🤭

Matching

Summary: You decide to surprise Jaster. Unfortunately, neither of you are so good at talking.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x Reader

Word Count: 1220

Warning: Dumbasses don't know how to communicate, and make assumptions.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Asking me to write for my absolute favorite Mand'alor who has ever mand'alored? Oh, twist my arm why don't you, lol. Also, this story was very easy to write, probably because I've been mentally writing it since I got the ask.

Divider by Saradika

You’ve been in a relationship with Jaster, the actual Mand’alor, for years now. Technically you’re dating, but that doesn’t feel like the right term when you’re raising a kid together.

Technically, Jango is Jaster’s kid, but he calls you buir also, so-

And Jaster’s about as close to perfect as you would ever expect from a romantic partner. He’s kind and considerate. He’s respectful, and he doesn’t make any demands.

Well, no demands that you aren’t willing to give into, at least.

And you love him. Of course you do. Enough to put up with the bullshit that is Mandalorian politics (though you’re personally of the opinion that anyone who’s willing to put up with Mandalorian politics is a few crayons short of a full box). Enough to put up with childish temper tantrums, (from Jango) and threats against your life (also from Jango, though that hasn’t happened in years).

And yet, in spite of all of that, in spite of all the years together, Jaster hasn’t once asked if you’d be willing to say the riduurok with him.

If you were any less confident in your relationship, you’d worry that he was leaving himself a way out. But, well, raising a kid together. And you suppose you could ask him, but he’s the kriffing Mand’alor.

So you think on it. You bounce some ideas off your closest friends (“Dump him.” One said. “Fight him for the title of mand’alor.” Said the other. You really need new friends).

Jango, however, thought about it for a whole day when you mentioned your minor concerns to him, and he said, “Maybe buir is waiting for something showing that you’re interested?”

“What?” You asked at the time, “Is raising you not proof enough?”

And he just grinned at you, before he ran off.

So with that super unhelpful help in the back of your mind. You thought about the situation long and hard. Over the span of weeks. And you know that your distraction has caused more than a little concern in Jaster, but, as ever, he never pushed.

You really do love him more than life itself.

And then an idea came to you. Late one night when you both were getting ready for bed. There, tattooed over Jaster’s heart, is his clan sigil. You teased him about it when you first started dating, asking him if he was afraid that he would forget what clan he belonged to, but now it was giving you an idea.

So, early the next morning you wake with your alarm, drop a kiss to Jaster’s cheek and inform him that you won’t be back until late, and to not wait up.

And though he looks like he wants to ask where you’re going, he holds his tongue, and  you hope it’s because he trusts you and not because he’s afraid to know what your answer is.

Your destination. The one, single, tattoo parlor located in the area.

And, true to your word, you don’t return home until late that night. A new tattoo inked into your skin between your shoulder blades, and covered by a bacta bandage.

Jaster is already asleep when you slip into the room. He doesn’t stir until you slide into bed, laying on your stomach and wrapping your arms around your pillows.

“Mm…cyare?”

“Go back to sleep, love.” You whisper, as you slide over to him and press a feather light kiss against his temple.

He blinks at you, sleep fading from his gaze as he takes you in. “Welcome back.” Jaster murmurs.

“Sorry it took me so long.” You reply, “I did mean to be back before now.”

He opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, and then smiles, “Well, I’m glad you got back safe.”

“Of course.” You sweep your hair off your back, the sensation uncomfortable against the bandage, and you rest your head on your arms, “How was your meeting? With Kryze, right?”

“Uneventful,” Jaster replies, as he rolls onto his side, holding himself up on his elbow, “I’ll give you a full rundown tomorrow, if you wan-” He stops mid-sentence, his gaze snapping to the white bandage on your back, “Are you hurt?”

“In…a manner of speaking.” You admit with a sigh. “It hurts, but it’s…self-inflicted?”

“What?!”

“It’s…” You sigh again, that was the wrong word, “It was supposed to be a surprise,” You grumble, “Go ahead and take the bandage off. You’ll see.”

Jaster sits up completely, and you feel his fingers, light and warm against your bare back, as he carefully removes the bandage.

And then he stops.

Stops moving, stops breathing even.

You turn your head to glance at him, “Jas?”

His fingers glide across your back, and ghost over the new tattoo, “That’s my clan sigil,” He says faintly.

“Well, yes. I suppose I should have asked if it was okay before I did it…” You mumble. 

“That’s…cyare, that’s a rather telling show of loyalty.”

You scoff, “I’ve been sleeping in your bed and raising your son for years, Jaster. I think my loyalty is pretty solidly locked in.” You squeak in surprise when you feel his lips against the middle of your new tattoo.

“You never showed any interest in tattoos before.” He murmurs against your skin.

“Yeah, well…” You shrug, “I was beginning to wonder if you weren’t asking me to say the riduurok with you simply because you wanted a way out, so this is my way of saying you’re stuck with me, I guess.”

“...cyare, I never asked you because you never seemed interested.” Jaster says slowly, as he lightly flips you so you’re looking up at him.

“Why would you assume that?” You ask.

“Because we had a whole conversation about it, and you said that it was an outdated tradition-”

“When did I say-” You stop midsentence, and you stare at him incredulously, “You mean that conversation we had right about you turned 20 and the day after my long term boyfriend broke up with me?”

“Yeah.”

Your head flops back on your pillow and you laugh, “Jaster, cyare, I love you. But you are the dumbest smart man I’ve ever met.” You grin at him, “That was me being bitter, Jas. I was hurt and angry, and you were the only person willing to listen to me. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“What about the part where you said you wanted to push your ex into a star?”

“Oh. That I meant.” You reach up and caress his cheeks, “I already plan to spend the rest of my life with you, whether or not we end up married. But nothing would make me happier than being your spouse.”

Jaster exhales slowly, and he leans in to press his forehead against yours, “Was beginning to worry that you found someone else,” He admits quietly, “You’ve been so quiet these last few weeks.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m surprised. And happy.” He kisses you, slow and deep, “Mostly happy.” He adds in a low murmur, and then he shifts so he’s kneeling between your legs, “Are you in pain, cyare?”

You smile at him, small and sensuous, “Not so much that it’ll detract from what you’re planning.”

He grins and pins your hands to the bed next to your head, “Good.”

[pizzabeanie]

DBZ KakaVege AO3 (Kakarot x Vegeta) Stories - Constantly Updating List.

My own AO3 account, @ RaditzsLittleNerd. I'm working on one story, I bookmarks stories and I may write more stories in the future as well! (Slow updates.)

__BDSM__

Rose created by schloprecetacle

Son Goku/Vegeta, Son Goku, Goku Black, Vegeta (Dragon Ball), kakavege week

Warnings - Rough Sex, BDSM themes, Explicit Sexual Content, Violent Sex, Face Slapping, Choking

Summary

Goku indulges Vegeta's fantasy about their newest enemy. Kakavege Week Prompt #9: Goku Black.

Language: English  Words: 1,664  Chapters: 1/1  Collections: 2  Comments: 20  Kudos: 395  Bookmarks: 51  Hits: 5901

Wild created by schloprecetacle

Son Goku/Vegeta, Uke Goku, Super Saiyan Sex

Warning - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, BDSM, Spanking

Summary

Vegeta sees something wild inside Goku and decides to give him what he craves. Graphic sex, violence and some BDSM themes. Kakavege Week Prompt #15: Uke Goku.

Series

Part 1 of Wild

Language: English  Words: 3,660  Chapters: 1/1  Collections: 2  Comments: 20  Kudos: 445  Bookmarks: 69  Hits: 9024

Topped created by Yammy_kooki

Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Vegeta (Dragon Ball), i just wanted bulma to call vegetas ass a boy pussy, heres a 8k+ fic on good kink practice, and vegeta discovering his kink kjasdk

Warning - Pegging, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Feminization, Kink Discovery, Kink Negotiation, anal prep, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Lingerie, Rimming, Cunnilingus, Dry Orgasm

Summary

Vegeta baulked. His face flushed. "You...what?!" Bulma blushed as well, struggling to maintain her usual haughty, confident front. "I want to try pegging you. It's when I wear a fake cock -a strap-on- and fuck your-" "I know what pegging is!" Vegeta felt like he could faint. "Why would you want to do that?!"

Language: English Words: 13,463 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 43 Kudos: 64  Bookmarks: 22  Hits: 628

Non-Professional created by Yammy_kooki

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Raditz (Dragon Ball), Turles (Dragon Ball), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Saiyans Still Have Tails, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Flirting, Surprising Amount of Fluff, Smart Son Goku (Dragon Ball)

Warning - BDSM, Dom/sub, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Kink Exploration, Kink Discovery, Collars, Master/Pet, Rope Bondage, Cock Warming, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Temperature Play, Exhibitionism, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Urethral Play, Whipping

Summary

Vegeta keeps getting dumped because of his boring sex life. To help him out, Raditz gives him the phone number of a...Saiyan sex consultant?! Join Vegeta as he discovers his kinks and try(and fail) to not fall in love with said consultant.

Language: English Words: 40,961 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 71 Kudos: 207  Bookmarks: 31  Hits: 3786

Feel You In My Bones created by TeamDamon

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs, Bulma is a good bro, the best wife really, she’s just lookin out for her veggie, idk how else to tag this, Goku is a himbo, Vegeta is a tad sexually frustrated but he doesn’t know it, Bulma has a solution, Bottom Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bottom Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Top Son Goku (Dragon Ball), veggie’s a power bottom tho really, there’s some consensual punching/fighting when things start heating up, don’t know how to tag that but yeah it’s there, mildly drunk veggie, bribery of smol children, this story has officially gotten away from me and will prob be 388282 chapters, RIP me, its all consensual, thats right my dudes, they’re switching

Warning - Explicit Sexual Content, Choking, Voyeurism, Face Slapping, Bondage, some light BDSM happening, ki cuffs, Safewords, Spanking, Cave sex, Butt Plugs, Tail Sex

Summary

“I will not, nor will I ever, fuck Kakarot.” “Fine,” Bulma shrugged, reaching over to grab her sleep mask from her nightstand. “Don’t. It was just a suggestion, not a command.” Vegeta crossed his arms and stared angrily at the back of her head as she turned off the light and laid down, her back to him as she let out a long yawn. “Besides,” she muttered casually, “I figured Goku would be the one doing the fucking anyway.” Vegeta’s jaw dropped. — Aka where Bulma knows what her husband needs and makes sure that he gets it. Formerly titled “Just Wanna Taste It”.

Language: English Words: 62,042 Chapters: 9/9 Collections: 3 Comments: 197  Kudos: 1428  Bookmarks: 314  Hits: 26394

__HEAT__

Side Effects created by cosmicmewtwo

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku, Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Sex Pollen, Weird Alien Physiology, kakavege week prompt: Poison, ... this is a godless amalgamation of every trope I said I'd never write, .......and we're never speaking of it again

Warning - Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, irresponsible handling of questionable pharmaceuticals

Summary

Vegeta accidentally exposes himself to a strange chemical in Bulma's lab.

Language: English Words: 4,779 Chapters: 1/1 Collections: 2 Comments: 21 Kudos: 952 Bookmarks: 128 Hits: 8454

Kuvusa created by orphan_account

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Top Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bottom Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Hyperbolic Time Chamber | The Room of Spirit and Time, Saiyan Biology, Saiyan Instincts, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, I am a ridiculous sappy sap, Warning: too much sweetness teeth will rot, Can’t write smut without love it’s how I roll

Warning - Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Tail Sex, Self-Lubrication, Double Penetration in One Hole, Multiple Orgasms

Summary

Every Saiyan went through it, their version of puberty. It usually occurred around the age of sixteen, sometimes fifteen, very occasionally fourteen, and it wasn’t a big deal. One day of self-care—in all senses of the word—and a Saiyan was over it the next day. Vegeta went through it himself and was fine. Goku, though, had his tail cut off too early. Vegeta found this out first hand, a year into training inside the Room of Spirit and Time.

Language: English Words: 7,967 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 37 Kudos: 401 Bookmarks: 78 Hits: 5095

__Romantic/Comfort Sex__

Take Care created by orphan_account

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Top Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Bottom Vegeta (Dragon Ball)

Warning - Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blood and Injury

Summary

Goku knew when Vegeta wasn’t okay, and he knew what to do when that happened.

Language: English Words: 2,051 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 154  Bookmarks: 29  Hits: 2224

22 Years, 5 Months, 20 Days created by zuzallove

Son Goku/Vegeta, Kakarot. Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, King Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bardock (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Raditz (Dragon Ball), Freeza | Frieza, Freeza's Army | Frieza's Army, Nappa (Dragon Ball), Saiyan Culture, kakavege, Saiyan AU, Planet Vegeta, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Goku is smart, Vegeta is emotionally constipated, Eventual Happy Ending, One Shot, Canon-Typical Violence, h/c, Mating Bond

Warning - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Tail Sex, Mating Bites, Smut, Explicit Language

Summary

Kakarot is Vegeta's assigned sparring partner when they are 4 and 6 years-old. Vegeta absolutely hates him. But as the years go by, Bardock's brat seems to be the only one who can hold Vegeta's attention for more than a minute. He hates him, but he can't live without him. Only two problems with that: there's a war on, and Vegeta has to mate whomever his father picks out for him. Saiyan!AU.

Language: English Words: 19,026 Chapters: 1/1 Collections: 1 Comments: 99 Kudos: 1551 Bookmarks: 284 Hits: 15957

Unfinished Business created by Vakaara

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Room of Spirit and Time, bad memories, sort of skirting hurt comfort, baths and awkwardness, Vegeta has Issues, Goku is actually pretty clueless sometimes, Canon Typical Violence, Nightmares, a lot of tension, I just wanted to write about these two interacting more when they were still ‘enemies’, like a lot, Pre-Slash, more or less

Warning - Major Character Death, Masturbation, Dirty Dreams, canon present character death

Summary

What if Vegeta and Goku had taken a day or a year to train in the Room of Spirit and Time, before fighting Cell?

Series

Part 1 of Under My Skin

Language: English Words: 14,719 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 52 Kudos: 280 Bookmarks: 40 Hits: 3663

__True Love (No Smut)__

Love is Blind created by TrishML

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku, Vegeta, Angst, Old Age, True Love, Sad

Warning - Death

Summary

Goku and Vegeta grow old together...

Language: English Words: 2,022 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 17 Kudos: 60 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 459

__THREESOMES / ORGY__

The Proportion created by GoldenMama

Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs/Son Goku/Vegeta, Bulma Briefs/Son Goku, Bulma Briefs, Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball),

Warning - Explicit Sexual Content, Birthday Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Sexual Fantasy, Tail Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Light Bondage, Roleplay

Summary

The Saiyans have their tails back, and Bulma’s questions are relentless. She asks the boys to enlighten her (for the sake of science, of course). Will they satisfy more than just her thirst for knowledge?

Series

Part 1 of No I in Threesome

Language: English Words: 10,154 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 17 Kudos: 86 Bookmarks: 28 Hits: 2314

Sensation created by gutterbunnyx

Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs & Son Goku, Bulma Briefs & Chi-Chi, Bulma Briefs/Chi-Chi, Chi-Chi/Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Trunks Briefs, Bulma Briefs, Lingerie, Minor Original Character(s), Bottom Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Men Crying, Mommy Chi-Chi, Lipstick, Bulma and Chi-Chi totally do it offscreen, Bulma likes to watch, Bathing, Shopping

Warning - Public Humiliation, Crossdressing, Nipple Play, Humiliation Dirty Talk, Feminization, Breast Fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Breeding, Unsafe Sex, Goku in lingerie, Aftercare

Summary

Goku indulges in a guilty pleasure.

Language: English Words: 9,279 Chapters: 6/6 Collections: 1 Comments: 32 Kudos: 148 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 2848

__DARK CONTENT__

Sex Addicts Anonymous created by herpb4uderp

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Human AU, no powers, Alternate Universe - No Powers, sex addicts anon, Addicts Anonymous, Compulsive sexual behavior, mature thematic content, Adult Language, adult topics, Angst, Denial, psychopathy at its finest, Interventions, Psychosis, did i already say bad coping mechanisms?, Bad coping mechanisms, the worst, unconventional forms of rehab, Psychological Thriller, Psychological Drama, S L O W B U R N

Warning - Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Withdrawal, Cravings, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark, psychotic character

Summary

Vegeta did not show up here because he needed "help." He showed up because he knew it would be... easy. But help often finds us in the ways we least expect it. And sometimes it even finds us in the ways... we wish it didn't.

Language: English Words: 53,365 Chapters: 21/21 Comments: 312 Kudos: 317 Bookmarks: 51 Hits: 5485

Liminal Spaces created by Iced_Sympathy

Son Goku/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Hyperbolic Time Chamber | The Room of Spirit and Time, Infidelity, Naive Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Canon Compliant, Dubious Consent, Porn With Plot

Warning - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Sexual Violence, Dark, Sadism, Masochism, Bloodlust, Edging, Prostate Milking, Somnophilia, Marathon Sex, Breathplay

Summary

To prepare for the Tournament of Destroyers, Vegeta and Goku spend three years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber training. Vegeta suggests exploiting the Saiyan ability to recover stronger after being beaten to near-death. It was supposed to keep them focused, but instead Vegeta is forced to confront the not-so-friendly feelings he has for his rival. [Hiatus until my Death Note kick calms down]

Language: English Words: 22,818 Chapters: 8/15 Comments: 158 Kudos: 208 Bookmarks: 33 Hits: 4006

Home Alone created by schlopreceptacle

Son Goku/Vegeta, Raditz/Son Goku, Raditz/Son Goku/Vegeta,

Warning - Masturbation, Mpreg, Sibling Incest, Sexual Fantasy

Summary

A pregnant and horny Vegeta gets some alone time to explore a deep, dark fantasy. Kakavege Week Prompt #30: Mpreg. Content warning for graphic sexual content and brief incest.

Language: English Words: 1,199 Chapters: 1/1 Collections: 1 Comments: 14 Kudos: 231 Bookmarks: 26 Hits: 4701

[annabtg]

I need to hear about The Long Game, please! 💓

You do, don't you! ;D

The Long Game is my Sirius/Lily prophecy AU, in which the prophecy is made just around the time James and Lily find out they're pregnant, so they decide to fake a break-up, have Lily move in with Sirius and pass her baby off as his. A similar setup to Scandalous, but multichapter and MUCH angstier. I've written about three chapters of this one but they need major restructuring and rewriting, and basically I need to sit down and plot down the whole thing from beginning to end because I have a few key plot points in my head but no idea how to connect them into a story that spans the length of time I want it to.

Here's a snippet I'd posted sometime ago, and here's another snippet that might or might not make it to the final version (though I wish it will!).

“My life is James,” Lily continued, her tone quiet, “and then you, Remus and Peter. Maybe a cup of tea with Alice and Marlene, sometimes – but they’ll be appalled to hear I dumped James. I don’t think I can count on anyone’s support.” “That’s not fair,” he said seriously. “People break up. You should have some people in your life who would help you through it if it happened.” “Would you help me if it happened?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re my best friend.” He looked at her intently, the hint of a smirk crossing his features as he picked up his mug and sipped. “James is my best friend,” he said, setting down the mug slowly. The smirk he was biting back appeared in all its glory. “You’re just collateral damage.”

WIP tag game here!

[cru5h-cascades]

notice how they’re still using the hashtag #whoisemio

i hope there’s a chapter dedicated to learning about his backstory

i have a feeling that he suffered from some kind of abuse/trauma

Yeah I 100% believe Emio has been through some shit and then something finally set him off and he became the bag man we know him as today. Knowing what I know about domestic violence (which is A LOT since I made a full ass unit on it for my freshman year composition class lmfao) (I did a shit ton of research for that so a lot of that info stuck with me), victims of abuse are both likely to either change for the better and break the cycle of abuse or go down a darker path in life (picking up bad, possibly self destructive habits, becoming abusers themselves, ect). It all depends on how they decide to cope with their experiences. It wouldn't be too farfetched to assume that Emio was an abuse victim going off of what we know so far. Again, we still don't know what role child abuse will play in the story, somebody Jeff the Killer slices their own face with a pair of scissors, and somebody hangs themselves with a tie. I have a strong feeling that ALL OF THAT is related to Emio somehow since so far we just know about murder victims and the ESRB rating thing doesn't specify that a young person sliced their face or hung themselves via tie (hell I even remember it saying that specifically a man hung himself with a tie. I might be misremembering but I'm pretty sure that was specified). Also why would he be so willing to give all these teens "smiles that last forever" when they're down in the dumps and in lots of mental distress?

As for the continued usage of the who is Emio tag I'm pretty sure they're still using it after we have an idea of who he is because we still need to figure out who the real man behind the slaughter is (FNaF reference absolutely intended).

EDIT: I checked the ESRB rating thing again and I was right and wrong at the same time. The gender of the person being hung isn't specified but the gender of the dude who sliced his face is so either way my argument still stands.

[madaboutmunson]

Let me hear you speaking just for me - Part A

This was a pretty long chapter so I've split it in two just for ease of reading :)

I Think I Could Have Been Someone - Chapter 7a

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Link to fic overview and all parts

Chapter Summary: Eddie gets the chance to interview Steve for his book.

Author Notes: This is a mature story, definitely 18+ only.

Tags/Warnings: rockstar!AU; band; touring; music industry; alternate universe; drug usage; alcohol abuse; performing; enemies to lovers; road trip; stobin; platonic stobin; platonic with a capital P;

Word Count: 5.9K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

He'd thought about it. Digging his heels in again. Demanding to fly commercial. So that he wouldn't end up trapped on there with Harrington and whatever set of groupies he was going to use for in-flight entertainment. But Marney had said he was willing to give the entire flight time to Eddie's project. 

Eddie had been collecting candids and quotes and diary entries for years now from bands that only played their local bar to multi-platinum artists. His hypothesis was this. Money can buy luxury, and it can make things easier. It can push people to succeed or keep pushing on, but nothing moves a musician more than the music itself. All he had to do was gather the evidence, lay it out nicely, and boom! Perfect coffee table book. Though he loathed Harrington, he wasn't stupid. His fans would buy Eddie's book simply for the exclusive shots and interviews. And Harrington had just given him a whole hour, no questions asked, apparently. Maybe it was another masked apology for their meeting?

Like his therapist has said to him repeatedly, he didn't have to forgive him, but if he could find a way to let go of all this anger towards a stranger, he could find a little more peace. The world was a tough enough place as it is.

After all, how much should Eddie be allowed to hate the guy if he doesn't even know what he did? And after the last two weeks, Eddie has been wondering how much control Harrington has over the asteroid bombardment that happens to things pulled into his orbit.

A day after their meeting, a grainy picture of himself leaving Harrington's house, hilariously labelled him as a mystery woman, had started making the rounds online. Some fans of his must have worked it out because a few days later, he started getting notifications from his old Munson Photography account, thousands of them asking the same thing. Was he finally going to work with Harrington? As the messages started to pour in, the fear that curled around his spine had almost induced waking nightmare recollections of his life falling apart around him. He didn't respond to any of them, but that didn't stop the barrage. If anything, it amplified the situation. Groups of people, girls mainly, positioned around his usual daily haunts. The studio, the coffee shop, the local bar, the laundromat, occasionally surreptitiously, one would snap a photo of him with their phone. He'd just repeat the amount of money he was going to get paid over and over in his head. He'd even had his bins and mailbox rifled through. Soon, they had him tracked all over, and he was extremely glad all his socials were already set to private. Requests appearing on his other social media profiles were all declined. He decided that if this project went well, we'd start up a new public account and dump all the Harrington in dribs and drabs and, hopefully, future stuff there, too.

Eddie wasn't sure if it was because he'd gotten laid recently, if he was excited to get back to doing what he loved, or if it was because he had a golden opportunity, but whatever it was, he wasn't feeling so concerned.

The driver had picked him up from the hotel, which was only a ten-minute walk away, but he supposed someone might have had a few questions if he had just strolled out onto the tarmac here. He'd been ushered to the plane immediately, which was odd because he could still see the pool of photographers waiting in their strategically placed pens. A few snapped at him as he boarded, which was pretty unnerving as he definitely preferred being on the other side of the camera. Luckily, Marney had advised him as such, and he'd taken a little more care of his appearance this morning. He turned down the idea of sunglasses this early in the morning, though they had been recommended.

Once inside, he'd realise Harrington wasn't early because he wasn't on the plane. So Eddie takes the opportunity to unpack his camera and head back down the stairs to the runway. He hides behind the staircase to avoid invading the other photographers' shots. He had access they didn't, but he didn't want to be a complete asshole about it. He said he'd be here on the hour, so Eddie sits on the Tarmac anticipating at least an extra thirty-minute wait, but much to his surprise, Harrington is on time with his team but bereft of groupies.

He steps out of the blacked-out windowed vehicle, again in the typical rockstar clothing you'd expect. Tight leather look pants, a sheer shirt and a knee-length jacket with faux fur trim topped off with swathes of accessories and a black set of wayfarers. Obviously, the specific items are slightly different, but Eddie wonders if it's almost like a uniform.  A dark alter-ego of the all-American blue-collar guy who just happened to be good at playing the guitar, he portrayed on stage, on album covers, and inside exclusive magazine articles. Despite the predictability of his outfit, his behaviour is surprising. He opens the door, and someone from another car rushes over to him, then to the photographers and then back to Harrington, who nods, and the rapid shutter sounds ride the breeze around them. 

Harrington shields himself at first, almost like he's trying to make a secret escape to the plane. Then, once at the foot of the stairs, he turns back, gets back into the car, re-emerges with a big smile, slow walk, and waves for the photographers, even stopping to pause and pose for a few shots as they shout his name repeatedly. The man is methodical. It makes Eddie wonder if any of the harassed-looking pictures he'd seen of Harrington were real at all.

Eddie takes a few shots from this angle. It might be cool for a reader to have the photographers in the frame for a change and then quickly rushes back up the stairs to capture him getting on the plane.

Once in position, Eddie feels a little strange, a twinge of guilt. Shouldn't he let the guy get settled on the plane before taking his picture? But on the other hand, he did have Harrington's permission to snap whatever he wanted. A flicker of humanising Harrington almost has him stand up out of his crouched position, but people are already boarding around him by that time. Buckley gives him a nod as she starts going over her extra checks. Harrington spots him in the aisle, and a half-smile pinches at his cheek.

"Hi," he says almost too quietly to be heard over the plane's noise and everyone else bustling around.

Eddie raises his eyes from behind the viewfinder, mirrors his smile, "Morning, Mr. Harrington".

"How do you want me?" He asks, gesturing around.

"Uh, just pretend I'm not here," Eddie replies, not tearing his eyes from the camera this time.

"Sure, I'll try my best." Harrington oddly responds and smiles a little wider, and soon enough, everyone is moving around like Eddie isn't even there. He finds a space tucked in between two back-to-back club seats so people can truly go about their business, but not a few minutes in, Harrington disappears through a curtained-off area. Eddie can see everyone settling into their seats, so he finds the nearest empty one and sits down, too. 

He'd been on two private jets before one was owned collectively by a band, and the other was chartered by an artist when they first hit the big time. This was something else. Fully rotating and reclining plush seats, a meeting or dining table area, screens everywhere, and everything in whites and occasional thin stripes of pastel or chrome. For such clinical colours, it’s still quite soothing and fresh. 

Everyone falls into their small groups on the plane, security in one section, PR in another, and some hair and makeup on standby. 

Eddie quickly packs up his camera and tucks it away safely with the rest of his gear. This not being a commercial flight meant you didn’t have to wait for another hundred people to get going, and he’d been biding his time until one of the crew came past and reminded him kindly as they passed him an envelope.

Eddie rolls his eyes. It’s Harrington-branded stationery. Of course, it is. Apparently, a simple Post-it or lined paper would be too far beneath the guy. 

Marney’s voice rings in his head. “Don’t fuck this up for us, Ed. Just try and enjoy this for what it is. A holiday to Vegas where occasionally you have to take some pictures, work your editing magic and come home an almost millionaire!”

He takes a deep breath to reset, closes his eyes, counts to ten, and relaxes. He looks at the envelope again. He tries to imagine it's not pretentious, just a little cute thing.

It’s a pale blue-grey, excellent quality feel paper. The border is embossed silver with a little guitar motif in one corner and a Unidyne-style microphone in the other. His name was penned in black ink in the centre. He opens it up and takes out the card.

See you in the sky.

He huffs, puts it back in its envelope and tucks it away in his hip pocket. Eddie puts on his belt as instructed and uses take-off to channel his frustration.

Eddie is not a nervous flier, but he digs his fingers into the arms of the chair and shuts his eyes all the same. Not for nerves, though, just to power through. He thinks about the money and how this wasn’t so hard. In fact, it was easy. It benefited him way more than Harrington. He’d get some general insights and team them with some exclusive shots, and the fans would throw their money at his project, even if Harrington was only a tiny section of it. He’d witnessed how they operated with other such media. When he had a cameo on a TV show or was part of a charity campaign, it was consumed by them to the point of assimilation, and once they’d bled it dry of him, he’d be in something or appearing somewhere else. It was a very smooth operation of drip-feeding fans, and he’d been doing it for years. 

He could disappear creatively for a year or two at a time. Didn’t have to offer up a song or tour, just be in the vicinity of a camera. The next thing you know, he’s everywhere again, people playing his old songs, or he’d show up for an appeal and be involved in a comedy skit once a charity target was met or get invited to an awards show. Eddie’s fingers grip tighter into the armrests. He’s so annoyed he knows so much about him, how he’s been haunted by him for so long.

Eddie desperately tries to channel peaceloving-remember-your-processes-Eddie, but unfortunately, he’s been shoved into a closet and locked in by bitter-venomous-Eddie, who whispers conspiracy and gorges on Eddie’s hate and anger.

This guy was a piece of work. Who does this kind of shit? He’s already agreed to the in-flight interview. He doesn’t need to send a fucking reminder. 

He feels the bile rise in him again as he thinks about Harrington’s smug face as he signed the back of the note. He grips the arms of the seat harder as the plane is still in ascent. 

He forces his mind out of its cesspool of hate, which honestly had a greased-up water slide down into it when it came to people like Harrington. He thinks about times and people when he has purposefully had patience. He even thinks about how they left their last meeting. Harrington should have apologised, but Eddie knew guys like him didn’t hand those out. It was beneath them to fully admit fault. And yet he had tried to excuse his behaviour, and Eddie had forgiven him in the moment. That helps him relax a little. Then, the idea comes to him.

Harrington is just a screaming child at one of his family portrait shoots. They only wanna do what they wanna do but will give a little, providing the bait is sufficient. This much had been proven. Once Eddie accepted the job, Harrington said yes to whatever he’d asked for. Maybe he’ll behave himself if Eddie is sweeter, less businesslike. He didn’t seem to like that Wheeler guy and clearly enjoys being fawned over. Eddie isn’t sure he could go that far, but he could play a softer role. After all, the more Harrington let him in, the more exclusive content his book had. And the more exclusive content in that one section, the more money it would make for Eddie.

His shoulders finally fully relax, and a small smile graces his face as the thought of potentially being completely set for life floods his mind. No more scrimping and scraping by. No more dingy apartments. No more sad little lonely life. He was finally going to be happy, and all he had to do was get through two weeks of occasionally snapping pictures. The rest of the time, he could hang out in his room, say he was editing or something, but just watch movies and luxuriate in whatever fancy hotel Harrington was happy to stay in.

As Eddie levels out, so does the plane. He opens his eyes back into a new patient version of himself, and the seat belt light blinks off.

“Mr Harrington will see you now, Mr Munson,” is said to him gently by one of the prettiest members of cabin crew he’s ever seen. Then he realises he knows him. It’s the guy from the airport hotel. Of course, Eddie would choose to have a one-night stand with a man who just happened to be one of Harrington’s selected crew!

“Oh…uh…hi,” Eddie says awkwardly, and the guy smiles back at him a little bashfully, “I didn’t know you worked for Harrington.”

“Yeah, well, I didn't at the time,” he smiles. Eddie quickly praises the heavens for name tags. Jesse. He looks at the floor and pretends to neaten up some things next to Eddie’s seat, “Not that you asked about my job, or much else for that matter,” the guy lets out a giggle and then presses his lips together, “Come along now, let’s not keep Mr Harrington waiting,” he beckons Eddie to follow him through to the next compartment of the plane. Eddie quickly gathers his equipment bags and follows him down the plane.

Eddie is close to sweating. This was awkward. He’d said he’d call the guy, but he didn’t. Just thought it would be what it was, and that’s it. But now… Jesus Christ… Now, he is wiggling down the aisle in front of him in a uniform that is so snug it leaves little to the imagination. Eddie thought the polo shirt hugging his chest was tempting enough, but this crisp white shirt was something else. He’s pretty confident he saw the outline of a nipple, but now all he can see is that sweet ass being hugged by the navy blue material of his suit trousers. He doesn’t remember much of this guy in the ways of conversation, but he does recall a few non-spoken things they both enjoyed. Eddie almost shudders pleasantly at the notion they might end up in the same hotel as one another and maybe… No! No way! You already mistreated him once , he reprimands himself. He’s not a plaything. He’s a person. So you either ask him out properly, or you forget this. And he is not about to date someone who works for Harrington.

Eddie can’t decide if the wave of horniness that just washed over him was better or worse than being angry. The answer to that comes very swiftly as they move through to where Harrington is.

Everything gets dimmer and darker, to such a degree that Eddie actually tears his eyes away from ogling the attendant in front of him.

The previous light interior is a world away from the private plane interior of Eddie’s teenage dreams that is laid out before him now. Everything is either black, charcoal, or dark wood trim. There is a small black loveseat sitting area to his left, deep like Chesterfields, and to his right, a big bar. Then, looking ahead, two big black executive club seats face one another against the window. He can see Harrington slumped in one, gazing out the window. But real distraction is behind him. A large bed already made up with velvet cushions, fur-looking throws, and the shimmer of silk or satin sheets underneath, all in black.

Eddie is way past teenage awkwardness, but this mixture of happenings might prove to be a little much for him as his eyes trail back over the attendant, who suddenly stops and turns around to give him an easy smile.

“You’re so lucky, Eddie,” Jesse whispers. Oh, Jesus Christ, he remembers his name. Eddie’s innards drop to a new level of cringing, “Not many people get to spend the whole flight with him, and never a man. He must be so excited to work with you. To sit and talk the whole flight?” 

Jesse brushes down Eddie's clothes to neaten them up, like one of the proud parents at his photoshoots, before they send in the kids for their portrait. “The girls say he usually doesn’t spend much of his flights talking to anyone, normally preoccupied with some groupie, you know?” 

Eddie’s eyes dart to the bed in the corner and then settle back on Jesse’s lips as he talks. He is trying to listen, but it is so difficult to concentrate, not when he’s talking about this, not when it’s this guy in his scandalously tight, unblemished uniform that Eddie can’t seem to stop thinking about ruining. “It’s hardly ever been a guy, let alone a gay guy. So I guess what I’m saying, Eddie is,” he gets a light poke in the chest, and he manages to lift his eyes to Jesse’s, “Don’t fuck this up for us, ok. He’s a very loud ally, considering his mostly conservative fan base. He’s helping,” Jesse’s eyes search his, and Eddie is starting to feel like maybe he doesn’t need to speak to Harrington at all. Perhaps he could get stuck in a bathroom, and Jesse would have to help him out or something. Jesus Christ, Eddie, keep it together. It’s just a cute guy.

“I’ll see you out there,” Jesse winks and moves to the side to barely let Eddie squeeze past, which he doesn’t mind in any way at all when Jesse’s hands guide his hips through the space, one of those said hands then give him a pat on the butt as he makes it past. Eddie sure hopes there is some kind of arctic-level AC he can blast himself with to cool down. Otherwise, a layer will have to go because it is so hot right now.

Eddie dons his family portrait pleasant persona. He puts his friendliest smile on and strolls over to what must be his seat with a cheerful pep in his step.

“Mr Harrington?” Eddie calls out and gives a neighbourly wave.

“Less of the Mr, thanks. Makes me feel all business-y” Harrington smirks and beckons him over with two fingers. He doesn’t get out of his seat or even sit up straight. There is a slight wiggle of adjustment, but that is all.

Eddie sits down in his seat, smile still perfectly in place, for no one to see because Harrington hasn’t even looked at him yet. He’s staring out the window. A little weirded out, Eddie resolves to unpack his camera, dictaphone, notepad and pen onto the small table.

He glances over at Harrington again, who appears quite frankly bored as he looks out of the window, “So am I ok to start recording and set up the camera to frame you so that we can talk and I can randomly snap whenever?” Eddie asks, and that finally gets his attention.

“Sure, sounds good,” Harrington answers unbothered, looking out the window as Eddie sets up the equipment. During setup, his eyes met Jesse’s a few times, and he sent a wink or a quick pout in return, honestly turning him into a giggling middle schooler. Eddie doesn’t remember him being this obviously flirty last time. Maybe for the average person, this might be a bit too obvious or too much, but after all this time, Eddie needed that.

“What do you make of all this so far?” Harrington’s drowsy vocal fry reminds him why he’s here, and he feels almost like he’s caught with his pants down.

“Uh, it’s nice. I mean, it’s great, honestly,” he answers, still making some final adjustments to the tripod with his back to Harrington. However, his eyes still occasionally trail over parts of Jesse he could catch a glimpse of, “Yeah, very nice indeed,” he says absentmindedly.

Eddie rounds the tripod, fixes the camera in place, adjusts for the lighting and takes a test shot, but when he looks at the screen again, Harrington is gone.

“Let me see that one,” Harrington demands and Eddie snaps his head around to find himself at eye level with Harrington’s double-buckled belt. He casts his eyes up and backs up, pressing the button to show the last picture, and Harrington leans down to take a look.

Backed against the side of his seat, Harrington leaning into his space, teamed with the surprise of having a very sexy flight attendant nearby, Eddie's heart pounds fiercely in his chest. He wants to take a much deeper breath, but Harrington is so close he’d hear if he hadn’t already.

Harrington hums happily, “Fuck, you are good at what you do, aren’t you?” He chuckles as he straightens up and backs out of Eddie’s space.

Eddie tries to pull his professional self back to the controls, “You’d hope so, wouldn’t you?” He says with what he hopes is a charming laugh.

Harrington, already relaxed in his seat, smiles up at Eddie for the first time, “I guess I already knew that, though, didn’t I?” He swirls the ice cube around in the tumbler, delicately hanging from where his fingers grip the rim of it. He taps one of his many rings against the glass a few times.

Eddie watches a curtain fly open behind Harrington’s seat. Jesse appears again, seems to take a deep breath, and composes himself neatening his clothes and hair before walking over to them, “Mr Harrington,” Jesse says like he’s absolutely delighted and hasn’t seen him in years, “How may I servi- uh, help?”

Eddie bites his lips together to stifle his laugh at Jesse’s probably Freudian slip. Even though it is absolutely killing him not to poke fun, but he’s not an asshole. He’ll tease him about it later, maybe over text or, better than that, in person.

He hears the leather of the chair as Harrington shifts against it, and that causes him to raise his head to find him holding Jesse’s name tag on his fingertips, “Well, Jesse. Some drinks would be fantastic if you wouldn’t mind.” Eddie watches Jesse’s eyelashes flutter at Harrington and amusedly realises he’s not the only person trying to keep it together on this plane.

“Yes, sir. Right away, what can I get you?” Jesse says eagerly.

“Hmmm. Why don’t you surprise us, huh? I’m sure your taste is excellent,” Harrington lazily smiles up at him, and Eddie doesn’t miss the flush at Jesse’s jaw’s hinge. He turns on his heel and heads toward the bar, leaving Eddie and Harrington alone again, “He’s new.” Harrington’s voice pulls Eddie out of his daze, staring at Jesse’s body as he goes.

“What?” Eddie accidentally blurts out.

Harrington laughs and points a finger over his shoulder without looking back, keeping his eyes on Eddie, “The Jock. He’s new, so bear with him. He’ll get a handle on things in no time at all, I’m sure.”

It’s confusing to Eddie why anyone inexperienced would be allowed anywhere near Harrington as he watches Jesse fumble with a few things at the bar, “This his first flight? Working on your jet, I mean.” Eddie asks.

Harrington takes the last sip from his current glass and puts it down, “Doubtful, I’ve had him up here a few times. Maybe it’s you making him nervous?”

“Wh-why would I make him nervous?” Eddie tries to ask like it's the weirdest thing in the world, and it only makes Harrington chuckle.

“Or maybe it's the other way around?” he hums, raising an eyebrow and looking out the window.

Eager to get off this topic of conversation, Eddie changes the subject, “Nah. So I thought, you’ve given me this whole flight, but I’d rather get the most out of it. I’ve been told most people don't get this opportunity, so I do not want to squander it. So if I just reel off some topics I’d like to ask questions about, and if any are a no-go-”

“Eddie,” Steve rasps his name and turns to look him in the eyes, “You can ask me anything you want. I have nothing to hide,” he says, and Eddie probably thinks that's true. He’s probably answered every question someone could think of by now. 

“Alright,” Eddie flicks through his notebook and glances back up at Harrington again, and he thinks maybe he looks better, not as exhausted, eyes not like saucers. He kind of looks like he might be human today. His eyes flick back to his notebook. He decides to start with the required questions for his book and then see where they go. As long as he has this answer, he has the quote for the page, “So how about how you got into music?”

Harrington doesn’t reply just looks at Eddie and then at the table between them. Eddie figures he hasn’t heard him and leans forward to repeat the question louder over the plane noise.

Harrington smiles and leans forward, too, which almost sends Eddie reeling back in his seat. Instead, he stays still, feels the heat of Harrington entering his space, and regrettably gets a waft of some fantastic cologne he’s wearing. Something leathery, smoky and warm, such a heady concoction that Eddie almost closes his eyes to enjoy it fully. But Harrington’s eyes urge his to follow them down to the table, where he reaches out and taps the dictaphone to record.

Eddie laughs nervously, “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” That nervousness from their first meeting rises in him again. He can’t mess this up. He doesn't want to impress Harrington per se, of course not, but he wouldn’t mind a stamp of approval to show all the other people who worship the ground he walks on so he can get more business and his life back.

“You mean this career or music in general?” Steve asks, tilting his head slightly as he slumps back in his seat, hand dangling between his spread legs. Eddie presses the button on the remote for the camera. The shutter sound goes off, but Harrington doesn't flinch.

“Let's start with this career and circle back, maybe?” Eddie says, tapping his pen on his pad, “I know you were successful in modelling and then made a move to music, but from your perspective, how did that come about?”

“You’ve done your homework on me, I see,” Steve smirks and Eddie kinda hates it. Still, something about doing this for his own project, his book, doesn't make him hate it quite as much, “Well, I was walking a red carpet for some awards event that I had nothing to do with, some film thing, don't remember,” he says blasé, “And someone was asking everyone what their secret talent was. I said I didn’t have one, that none of my talents were a secret,” he laughs at his own joke, “but the interviewer was pretty hot, and she pressed me a little, and I mentioned I played guitar.” He looks wistfully out the window, “She did a lot more than press me later.”

Eddie can’t imagine what it's like to be this guy. Does he just sleep with every woman he takes a shine to? Or is it all of the women he meets? He wonders how many have turned him down. 

Eddie's gaze flicks to Jesse, who is finalising the drinks by garnishing him, and he’s thinking about if he’d get to engage in a press of his own later.

“Thirsty, Eddie?” Harrington asks with a straight face, “You’re welcome to anything you want, you know. Anything you can see, just help yourself, or ask our buddy, Jesse James, to get it for you. I’m sure he’d happily be of… service,” on that last word, Eddie sees something interesting, a smile of mischief maybe spreads across Harrington’s face. It’s then he realises Harrington hadn’t missed Jesse’s faux pax earlier at all and had been polite enough to overlook it. Eddie’s face breaks into a grin and a small laugh. He doesn’t want to laugh with Harrington, but he’s been keeping his amusement about it under wraps for so long now he can’t help himself.

“Here you go, gentlemen. Two old fashioneds,” Jesse says proudly and gently sets down the drinks. Eddie does not miss Jesse's sultry look when he bends down to place his tumbler beside him. Oh, he was going to find him later, that's for sure. He picked these drinks on purpose. Eddie looks down at his drink and notices the distinct lack of cherries and just the orange peel set in there. Jesse remembered.

As Jesse goes to leave, Harrington reaches out and taps him on the arm, “Is Mr Munson not permitted a little fruit with his drink, like I am?” He smiles up at Jesse, and Eddie watches Jesse full-on stall. Jesse loosens his collar a little with his finger, but his eyes stay locked with Harrington, and Eddie watches his lips press together as he swallows hard. Eddie feels his brow crease with annoyance as the realisation washes over him.

Jesse’s hot for Harrington! 

The pep talk from earlier had nothing to do with Eddie being a rep for the gay community and everything to do with Jesse wanting not to be associated with a terrible flight for Harrington.

It’s not jealousy, he feels. It's something else as he looks between himself and Harrington. It’s alarm. They were nothing alike. Sure, they both had tattoos and were a little on the thinner side, but that’s not enough for a type, is it? But that was about it…they dressed somewhat similarly, but Steve was all designer. Other than that, nothing…except that they both had brown eyes and long lashes and…

No. No way. He was nothing like Harrington! His internal argument rages on whilst his face wears a slight frown and a smile.

If anything, Jesse was a variation of a younger Harrington before the lifestyle got him. Eddie screws up his face at acknowledging that, then looks between them nervously.

No. He doesn’t even like Harrington. That was dumb. His brain is just getting scrambled because he’s thinking about Jesse from two weeks ago. That was all. 

“It’s actually fine. I don’t like the cherries anyway,” Eddie forces a smile over at them.

“Well,” Harrington looks surprised at Eddie, then beams at Jesse, “How about that? Must be your lucky day.”

Eddie watches Jesse steady himself on the side of Harrington’s seat, “It sure is!” Jesse replies with the biggest dopey grin on his face. Harrington looks happily back at him expectantly until the penny drops of Jesse, “Right, yeah. I’ll just be over there if you want me- need anything, I mean,” he quickly corrects himself and leaves them again. Eddie’s eyes wantonly trail after him as he does.

“I can put in a good word for you if you want?” Harrington’s voice disrupts Eddie’s thoughts.

“Ah, sorry, no. It’s-“ Eddie stumbles over his words in a fluster, “I think he’s more into you, from what I can see,” Eddie adds, eager to shift the spotlight back to Harrington.

“You think?” Harrington says, settling back in his seat, “Sweet.” He adds with a smile and turns back to the window.

“Wait, doesn’t that bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Uh, because you’re a straight guy, and he is clearly not. Most straight guys don’t like that.”

“Well, maybe I’m not like most straight guys, you know? Or maybe, as arrogant as it sounds, I’m just used to a whole spectrum of people having a thing for me?” Steve swirls his drink before sipping some, “It’s nice to be liked, you know?”

Hearing Harrington own his arrogance felt a little strange to Eddie. He’d half expected him to make some derogatory remark or for him to just brush it off. Ever curious, Eddie wonders if he could poke at that a little. Harrington did say he had nothing to hide and he could ask him anything.

“Do you often feel disliked?” Eddie asks very cautiously.

“More often than you’d think,” Harrington answers somberly, eyes still observing the skies, “But that’s just the price of all this, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, can’t please everyone, I guess,” Eddie adds, still curious but daren't pry deeper as he wasn’t after a chat show sob piece here. His comment gets Harrington to turn toward him with a patented half smile.

“No. You can’t. Even though it’s magically expected of you,”

“What do you mean?”

“Once you hit this level of being in the public eye, being allowed to err, to be human is taken away. You made a wise choice at the beginning, keeping private and off-socials, that I couldn’t,” 

If not for his curiosity at this seemingly more vulnerable side of Harrington, he might be tempted to snap the air at him. Tell him exactly why he is off socials, and it has nothing to do with being wise and everything to do with his insane horde of fans. 

Eddie can’t resist what a tasty morsel this might be for his book, Harrington and the Price of Fame. However, it feels sneaky, so he gestures to the dictaphone, “We’re still recording, you know,”

“I know,” Harrington says as his eyes cast to the floor and then back up to meet Eddie’s eyes, “Is this not the kind of thing you wanted for your book? Insight, exclusives, a tortured artist?” Harrington asks, looking away again, and Eddie feels a glimmer of pity for him. This must be his day-to-day, figuring out what people want from him and providing it so he can continue living this lifestyle. Eddie offers him another pass.

“Well, that's not the purpose of my book, and it is thoughtful of you to offer that up, but I’d rather it was just your truth, no agenda on my part. I mean, apart from one question, I need to know the answer to.”

Harrington looks him up and down, takes a deep breath, leans forward in his seat, drink in hand, elbows on his knees, “What question is that then?” he asks gently, which strikes Eddie as unusual.

“What does music mean to you?” Eddie answers pleasantly but watches Steve’s soft expression fall to something pained momentarily before his smile returns.

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Songs that inspired this chapter:

Stripped - Depeche Mode Come as you are - Nirvana

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Where do we go now?

To my beautiful readers,

Around a year ago I walked into the cinema, not thinking much about the movie my friend dragged me to. I had known of Elvis for a good 6 years, having listened to his music and watched his movies, I knew very little about his life however (only the bits and pieces I had read in articles and such). I can’t say the same about Austin, he was someone I had known form tv shows as a kid, but nothing more, in fact for a while he actually disappeared from my feed and until I saw that he was cast to play Elvis I hadn’t thought of him in years.

I was skeptical watching the movie, because Elvis is some I admire and I knew that beyond his music and good looks he was troubled. I am happy to say that the movie told his story in a respectful way (maybe somewhat glorified).

Now also about a year ago I decided to start my first fanfic on here and post it, the fic called “Stage Fright” gathered over 400 notes and was well received, which encouraged me to write some more. I moved on from writing for Elvis pretty quickly and stuck with Austin, writing two series “I stayed there” and “The delicate beginning rush” , as well as many short stand alone fics.

After closing the last chapter of my latest series “The delicate beginning rush” I was to venture into another universe and write for an original character. There will be one last instagram photo dump from “The delicate beginning rush” series coming to you soo and then I’ll be happy to close that one for the foreseeable future.

The new series will be called “Crimson” and it’ll feature vampire!Austin and female character Mallorie. I posted a preview of it a while back (read here) and I am now working on the first chapter, but it’ll take me a second.

I hope you’ll come along with me as we build and discover this new universe.

Love your overthinking procrastinating author.

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YOU ALL GET TO HEAR MORE ABOUT MY OBLIVION BLORBO FROM MY BRAIN WORMS

I was tagged by @lucien-lachance for the OC Infodump Tag Game!! Once again using my Oblivion OC Colonir, because Oblivion is what my brain is currently fixating on. My 3 brain cells pass around Oblivion and Baldur's Gate like blunts

Tagging anyone who wants to participate! Putting this under a cut bc holy fuck do I RAMBLE

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Colonir Gladethorn Info Dump

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1. What is your OC's name? How did you choose it? Were there any other names you considered?

- Colonir Gladethorn is his full name, I just used a bosmer name generator and combined the options that came up until one sounded good lol. His name actually used to be a dumb nickname (forgot what it was), and when I started thinking of what his "real" name would be I realized the real name was way better than the nickname and threw the nickname out entirely

2. How was your OC raised? What kind of background?

- Colonir was raised in Valenwood, but he was raised by a dumner named Veinis Raladayn. His parents died shortly after he was born, and Veinis was a friend to them both that was visiting Valenwood to get out of Morrowind for a while (if my timeline and math is correct, Colonir's birth was around the time of the events of TES 3). When they died, he decided to raise Colonir himself. He stayed in Valenwood so Colonir could grow up in his homeland. They lived in Arenthia specifically. Unfortunately they were pretty poor most of his life. He got into thievery and got in trouble with the law often, and was also always a pretty dark and fucked up kid. As a teen he would get into a lot of fights, and was pretty much the elder scrolls equivalent of the weird quiet kid. He would say horrible and violent things to people and Veinis would have to pull him aside like "DUDE YOU CAN'T SAY THAT STUFF".

3. What kind of values do they have? How were they instilled in them?

- Not really sure if Colonir really has any values. I suppose one could be he only worries about himself and anyone he actually does care about. He'll do deeds and jobs for people around Cyrodiil, but only if it benefits him in some way. Because of growing up poor and often being outcasted for being "weird" or "messed up", he ended up living most his childhood with a "the world vs me" mindset. He generally still has that mindset. He doesn't show how angry with the world he actually is, and he'll get in the habit of hiding his violent intrusive thoughts and be much more tame, but they're still there...

4. What does your OC look like? Have they had other designs? How has their look changed?

- I designed Colonir in game for the first time in 2020 when shit hit the fan and I wanted to try Oblivion again after trying and failing to play it years before. I stuck with that first design ever since, and he's only ever had small tweaks since then. He's Bosmer, so he's short, but he's also pretty well built. Not like, body builder level or anything, but one of his major skills is athletics so yeah. He's also kinda thicc. Because why not. He has slightly tanned skin, of course the long pointy ears, his eyes are green, and his hair is light blue and shoulder length. He usually ties his hair into a low ponytail and has curtain bangs. His face is round in shape and he has a bigger, kinda pointy nose. He doesn't have any scars or anything until YEARS later (that's his Skyrim design, Colonir in Skyrim is a whole other story)

5. Does your OC have a family? What do they define as family?

- As mentioned, he never knew his real parents because they died very shortly after his birth. Veinis is his adoptive father, and he always saw him as his real dad. He cares a lot about him and wishes to repay him for all he did for him throughout his childhood (and for putting up with him). However, there's the Dark Brotherhood too. He will very much believe they are his family as he gets accustomed to that life and grows closer to them all. It's one of the many reasons he loves Lucien so much: after he left Valenwood and ended up in this new province with no one to go to, Lucien gave him more people who understand him that he can truly trust. He gave him another family.

6. Does your OC have a mentor or someone they can look up to? Why do they look up to them?

- I'd say as a mentor, Veinis fits the bill for Colonir. No matter how shitty things got for them, Veinis stayed cheerful and positive. No matter how badly Colonir fucked up, Veinis bailed him out and remained patient with him. He worked very hard to make Colonir happy, because he knew how much he hated their situation and how upset it always made him. He taught him the skills of his class, everything he knows about archery and sword fighting, and combat in general. Damn good guy to choose as a mentor for this fucked up little elf

7. What has been the most significant event in your OC's life? How has this affected them?

- Oh god. There's so many. This twink has been through a ROLLERCOASTER. How about when he joined the Dark Brotherhood for the first time, and found a place to embrace the dark violence in him he always tried to control or hide? Or when the love of his life that gave him this new life was flayed alive and hung in front of him? And then he was thrown into a position of power he didn't think he deserved and ran away from the Brotherhood to avoid it? Or when he stepped into an Oblivion Gate for the first time and realized how fucked everyone really is? Then there's the whole "am I a hero or a villain" crisis he has through the entire main questline. He finds comfort and a friend in Martin but hey guess what HE LOSES HIM TOO. But it's okay because before Martin died Lucien came back, he never really died! So now Colonir can go back to his Listener duties! But wait, he's the Champion of Cyrodiil now, he'd be lying to the people and disrespecting everything Martin sacrificed himself for. He won't get over that until he becomes a vampire and almost gets enslaved by a deadric prince he went to for help. After that he'll realize the world is fucked up sometimes, and that the people of Cyrodiil don't need a saint, just someone willing to fight off the fucked up shit. Honestly this whole thing is a lot more complex and makes more sense in more detail, but if I go into any further detail this post will be the length of a novel

8. Who does your OC care about? Is it reciprocal?

- As mentioned already, he cares about Veinis and the Cheydinhal DB members as family. He also sees Martin as a best friend, and comes to respect the Blades as well, and becomes good friends with Jauffre and Baurus. Finally, he is MADLY in love with Lucien Lachance. Borderline OBSESSED with the guy. Heart eyes around him 24/7. All of his relationships with these characters are reciprocal in the respective ways (although for Mraaj'Dar it took a while LOL)

9. What are your OC's hobbies? How do they relax?

- Stealing. His hobby is stealing. And hiking through forests. He often relaxes by training. He likes feeling prepared and staying on top of his skills. Otherwise he's eating or sleeping lol

10. What should we understand most about your OC?

- He's really not a TERRIBLE guy. Yeah, he's an assassin and a thief and has "violent thoughts". SURE he emotionally manipulated the Grey Prince so he could beat him easier. MAYBE he killed Vilena Donton because he hated her so much and that landed him into a murder cult he now leads. But he's not like the fuckin Dark Urge from BG3 ok??? .... Except for the "leading a murder cult" part. I always saw him as morally grey. Still pretty evil, but he's capable of being "good" when he has to be. He didn't want to be a big shot hero, but he didn't want to see the world end either. He still lives in it, and so do the people he's come to care for.