#this is a very touchy subject for her so if you approach do so with caution

[the-haunted-office]

"God damn, this dude just can't get a fuckin' clue. I'M NOT HOLDING ANYBODY PRISONER. Yes, I have bonded with over a thousand other souls. Yes, they are all my alternates from other timelines. NO, they are not being held against their will. They can unbond from me at any time. Just ask Nextday if you need confirmation. She and I used to be bonded. And if you really wanna believe this asshole who just got here over me without even talking to me first, then fuck off and leave me alone!"

[certified-sleep-deprived]

◇Agatha Harkness x Ink Demon! Reader P2◇

Warnings: mentions of death, drowning in ink, violence, slight choking (not in a kinky way), PSTD, mentions of torture, reader gets the shit end of the stick

Part 1 here

You have been living in Agatha's home for a couple weeks now, and she's done everything in her will to make you feel at home. She's gotten you to open up a little bit, but not as much to the point where you've told her why you are the way you are. You weren't born like this, obviously; but, the memory of it all is too painful to speak of, and you wake up every night from the same nightmare, which is that of how you came to be like this.

You would always catch yourself before you went into a scream after waking up, as to not wake Agatha.

Speaking of Agatha, she always let you take her bed, and she would do everything for you, while balancing practicing her spells.

She was very open with you from the beginning, knowing you wouldn't judge as you had no position to either way, and you wouldn't even if you were "normal". She showed you some spells, and even let you practice to see if your condition granted you magic abilities; but they seemed very weak, and it was a touchy subject for you, so she left it alone and just left you to observe.

While your ankle was healing, she wouldn't let you our of bed unless it was to go to the bathroom, but even then she was nearby if you needed anything. You found it weird, thinking she was into you, but you chalked it up to your tiny crush on her messing with you. There was no way she could love someone like you, or could she?

She was able to manipulate the ink over your eyes enough to the point where you could see, like actually see. It improved your demeanor, as you weren't constantly blinded anymore.

Overall, she was very attentive to you the past few weeks, and you loved it. The feeling of getting touched in a non-harmful way was something you were getting used to, but it felt nice to have someone touch you and not be hurt for once.

There was a couple times where you had fallen asleep in her lap as she read one of her spell books, practicing her magic, and she didn't seem bothered. If anything, she encouraged it.

She was touch starved herself, so she was relishing in every moment she had that involved coming in contact with you, and before she realized it, she was developing a crush.

At first, she wanted to push it to the backburner, but as you started warming up to her and started to break through to her soft side, she knew she was fucked.

She would constantly find herself staring at you while you were turned away. She didn't care how you looked, if you looked like the Spawn of Satan or if you looked like a zombified one-footed Cary Elwes. No matter what, she definitely cared for you in a way beyond the way she does for most.

Currently, your in the nightly nightmare, again. Only this time, you found yourself violently turning in the bed, whimpering and muttering in your sleep. You felt as if you were reliving the memory instead of standing by in it from an ominescent point of view.

Agatha heard your soft voice echo through the door as she walked past it to go brush her teeth for the night, and she was concerned, so she opened the door, only to be met with your flailing form. She panicked, so she rushed to your side and tried waking you up out of your dream.

As she was doing this, the dream shifted to your demise. A slow, agonizing demise.

You shot up from the bed in a blood curdling scream, and in your blind moment of vulnerability, you grabbed Agatha by the throat, seeing her as a threat.

It was only when she choked in surprise, did you let her go with a horrified look on your face.

You backed away to the edge of the bed as she turned to approach you.

"Oh god. Oh god! No, I'm so sorry. Please, don't hate me I didn't mean it!" You desperately sob, thinking she would kill you or throw you out. But, she simply shook her head and scooted next to you, placing her hand on your arm in an attempt to ground you.

You looked into her eyes as she turned on the lamp, snuggling into her when she wrapped her arms around you in a protective embrace.

After calming down some, you speak up. "I suppose I should tell you everything, why I'm like this."

You take a deep breath after hearing her tell you to go on, and you begin your story.

"I was a normal human. Well, normal as one can be these days" you chuckle. "It was my... twenty-fourth? Maybe twenty-third... yeah, twenty-third birthday, when a couple of my friends suggested that for my birthday we should check out an abandoned animation studio from the 30's. Like the naiive fool I was, I agreed. We all split up to search the place to see if we could find any memorabilia, because why not."

Your voice trembles during the time you speak, and you feel her rubbing your arm in a comforting manner, letting you know it's okay. You let out a shaky exhale before continuing,

"I was alerted to the sound of danger when I heard one of my friends let out the most horrifying scream I've heard in my life. I was scared shitless. When I went to go investigate the noise, I was hit on the back of the head, hard, and I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was in a glass box, with no way out, and there was a man in the room who introduced himself as 'Joey Drew', although I know that wasn't really his name." You tame another pause before going on.

"He explained how I would serve as his last test for the night, and when I inquired what the hell he meant, two goopey ink creatures grabbed my arms and held me down. I looked at their faces and I saw how much they resembled my friends. When I asked what the hell he did, he simply said trying to bring cartoons to life, and that was his goal then with me. My blood ran cold, and before I could speak again, the box started to fill with ink, and the two creatures that were my friends kept holding me down. I tried fighting to swim up, but once I was submerged in the ink, my lungs were filling up, and I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe, and it was so painful, oh god!"

You sobbed out the last part, your hand clawing at your chest as if you were feeling it over again. Agatha brushed some hair out of your face to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Go on only if you feel comfortable, bunny."

The pet name made you feel butterflies. But you nodded and took a few moments before continuing.

"When I gained consciousness next, I was shackled, and I couldn't see. I felt around my body and found my whole appearance had changed. I wiped some ink from my eyes and found a mirror in front of me, showing me the beast I had becomed. I screamed in agony as the pain came rushing back, and that's when 'Joey' came in the room, smirking at himself at his handy work. He mocked me, tortured me, mindfucked me. He left me in that room for five years, until a few weeks ago when I escaped and ran right into your fence. That would place me at about twenty-eight now." You breathed the last part with a chuckle.

"I was rarely fed and hydrated, and he kept trying to shape me into his twisted image of his ideal cartoon character. I was supposed to resemble a character he created, named 'Bendy', but I came out all deformed and barely resembling him at all. I'm so glad to have run into you, Agatha. You saved my life without even knowing it."

I finish my story with a smile as I look in her alluring, baby blue eyes. And those same eyes stare down at me with so much adoration and love, they looked so soft compared to the hard outside she showed to everyone else.

Before you knew it, her lips were on yours in a tender kiss, with her arms pulling you slightly closer as a hand came to rest on your cheek.

When you both pulled away, all you can manage to say is "why". She smiles at your uncertainty, and she answers in the way you've always wanted to hear someone speak of you,

"Because I don't care for your looks. I don't care if your a fucked up version of a cartoon character. I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I love the way you can make me soft in an instant, or keep me in a calm state. I love you for you, bunny".

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you threw your head in her neck, sobbing muffled "I love you too"s. She traced her fingers up and down one of your horns, soothing you as you shook in her arms.

It was probably at least half an hour of staying like this, sobbing, until you calmed down and your sobbing ceased. Once it did, Agatha gently cupped your face in her hands, looking into your eyes as she spoke once more,

"I will help you find a way to reverse what that asshole did to you. Seeing you in so much pain breaks my heart, and I want to help you in every way I possibly can. You just say the word, and my wish is your command".

Her words almost put you in a sobbing fit again, but you were too tired and all your tears have been cried, so you simply reply to her before falling asleep,

"I will follow you to the end of the earth and back if it means I am able to be with you, Agatha Harkness. I love you so much."

The rest of the night was spent holding eachother in the other's embrace, gentle kisses shared between the two of you.

[pineconepie]

Would you be comfortable with writing something with the s2 yans where the reader is gay/bi/whatever but is very insecure about it (kindof internalised homophobia) because of how they were raised growing up/having parents that weren't very accepting?? I understand that this can be a touchy subject so please don't feel forced to write it if you're uncomfortable!

TW: Internalized homophobia

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Blair would want to help, but alas, she isn't too knowledgeable on LGBTQ topics in general, especially internalized homophobia. In her times, that was also sadly the norm 💔 still, she'd try very hard to make it clear she supports you, and her love is unconditional!!

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Solaris used to be in a similar position, so they'd know what to say and what not to say. I can see them being cheesy about it and encouraging you to go stargazing with them, just to have a little fireworks spell in the colors of your pride flag, ranting about how they love you no matter what yes, even if you were a worm

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Cullen & August would handle it in different ways. Cullen might be a little more tone deaf, since he's always been very loud and proud, coming from a very supportive family, giving you cute bracelets and other stuff with your flag's colors on them. He always likes making pride month a big thing around the house, especially now that you're here <3

August would be very supportive too, but would be less constantly persistent about the subject, since he understands very well that you've been through so much, and as much as he'd love to immediately change you hating a part about yourself that you can't control, he can't. I think he'd just have a serious but sweet conversation with you, that you never have to feel embarrassed or ashamed of yourself with them.

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Castor wouldn't really count, since homophobia/transphobia/acephobia, etc, don't really exist in his world. Still, if he found out you didn't like that part about yourself, he'd throw you a little party celebrating that part about yourself! Also might be a bit tone deaf about the subject though,,,,

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Ellis would be very sad on your behalf, and would insist on having a heartfelt talk to you about it. He'd ramble on about how proud he is of you, how much he loves you, and if you can't love that part about yourself, then he'll do it for you <3 I think the talk about it would even make him cry a little bit.

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Hugo would act baffled as soon as he finds out of your internalized homophobia. I think he'd bake you some of your favorite pastries to comfort you, maybe even a rainbow cake or something XD. He'd approach everything else very similarly to Ellis, and I think once you come to terms with it, he'd be thrilled to take you to a pride parade, since he goes to them every June!

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

THE RACEWAY AU CAST AT A NEW YEAR'S PARTY

CAINE: New Year's is a sore spot for him. He doesn't celebrate it in game until a few years in being trapped with the humans. Even then, he just sets up the venue and lets the humans have their own fun. This year, however, is different. He has seen the humans share a traditional kiss at midnight. He would like one this year from a very special someone.

POMNI: She is not a partier, she'd rather stay inside and read while the others drink and watch fireworks. She would like a chill New Year, please. "Caine, why are you looking at me like that?"

RAGATHA: She and Loo are ahead of the game on drinking and smooching. She's more tipsy than a top by the time midnight rolls around.

JAX: He's drunk and approaches Gummigoo as the fireworks explode overhead. Without warning, he grabs the gator by the front of his tracksuit and kisses him, not caring who sees.

GANGLE: Wrapping her ribbons around her mask muffles the sound of the fireworks. She can enjoy them better that way. Then she shares a kiss with Zooble, that's her favorite part.

ZOOBLE: They don't really care what they do, as long as they get to be around Gangle, they're happy.

KINGER: He watches the fireworks with wide eyed awe. They're so beautiful and colorful against the black sky.

GUMMIGOO: He was having a good time with the others until Jax kissed him harshly under the flow of the fireworks. It was a surprisingly romantic gesture that leaves him questioning *everything* about their current relationship.

LOO: She spends the evening with Ragatha. The ragdoll is hilariously blunt when drunk.

SETH: He watches from atop the garage, having stolen a bottle of silly juice. Like Caine, New Year's is a touchy subject. He's just here for the fireworks....and the memories.

ABEL: Another year gone. Another year removed from time. He can feel the weight of age on his mind but not on his body. It's strange. To age without growing old. To be digitally immortal. Is this what being a god felt like? It's much more mundane than he thought. No matter. Time has no meaning to him anymore. Those he knew in the real world were long gone.

[envcry]

Oh! You're that one clottcier shipper artists (i mainly remembered you usually posting em) i saw around back in 2023. (I used to follow your art when i used tumblr a lot when i saw that one with ship arts with madeleine cookie and expresso cookie as well as with moonlight cookie and sea fairy cookie, you were one of the artists that actually got me to ship clottcier and delve into the practicality of why this ship would make sense i think? Other than that i REALLY love your art/artstyle in general.)

So, i'm curious, do you still play crk or ship clottcier? And like what makes you ship that in the first place? What other ships do you like and who's your favorite cookie in the game? (Also, it's alright to not answer these if you don't want to!)

It warms my heart that my 2022-2023 brainrot is remembered haha! I’m honored my silly drawings made you consider the ship. Thank you for the kind words :)

I still play CRK every day! As a F2P for gacha games, CRK is incredibly generous if you play consistently. The rewards being proportional to the time you put into the game has kept me here since Raspberry’s banner in 2021.

I still ship Clottcier and talk about them every day on my private twitter. I haven’t drawn them as much since I’m focusing more on my OC(s) nowadays but they are still very dear to me. My favorite cookies are Clotted, Financier, and Caramel Choux. Besides clottcier, I also like Linzbrulee, Glitternade, and Espresseleine. I pretty much like every “basic” ship lol 

And for why I like clottcier this is going to be very long so it’s under the cut. It’s a list of reasons/moments that are core to the ship to me: 

Financier speaking her mind about Clotted’s family:

In Chapter 3, I think a lot of shippers point to the scene where Financier talks about Light Cream to Clotted as the source of why they like the ship. I am no different because it speaks volumes about how much Financier cares about Clotted.

Financier does not like speaking out of turn to anyone. You can see her hesitate to start the conversation with Clotted and ends it with “I said too much” before leaving. Clotted’s family is also a very touchy subject in general. Madeleine’s aunties giggle at Light Cream’s attempts to visit House Custard so it’s a well known situation that’s mostly covered in shame. Clotted also hesitates to even acknowledge the letter

Financier most likely knows about this and yet still chooses to both address a personal subject and talk to him outside of work duties. These two things are very uncharacteristic of her, implying her wanting to help Clotted with his personal troubles took priority over professionalism.

In the holiday story, Clotted directly references what Financier said to him and that’s what causes him to finally visit his mom. It was Financier who gave him that push for that heartfelt reunion.

Crunchy fortunes:

Clotted’s fortune says he’ll no longer have to hide his secrets and Financier’s fortune says she’ll get to see the world she’s always wanted to. Clotted’s anniversary tarot card says that Financier is the one he can trust and Financier is currently able to see the world since Clotted brings her everywhere (screenshots via twitter post).

Clotted has always struggled with trust and Financier has struggled with expressing her own wants since her wants aren’t part of her duty. Knowing they help fulfill that for each other and their futures were referring to each other makes me feel insane.

Spring Picnic story:

Cherry blossoms fall over them while they rest and have tea together. Clotted even randomly asks Eclair for a history lesson even though they’re out on work business. I feel like I don’t need to say more

The contrast between how Clotted approaches wants vs. Financier:

Clotted Cream, as strict as his upbringing was, has no issue pursuing his own wants. His story is about his autonomy in general but he has plenty of small moments where he does things just bc he wants to. He eats the raisin bread for fun, he asks for a history lesson, he does self-care, etc.

Financier on the other hand feels like everything she does has to be related to her duties. It’s why she’s super critical of Madeleine, mostly only talks about business, and her line in the cake shop event talks about how she has to practice restraint. 

I like that Clotted essentially drags her around to do things together. She needs that push in her life or else she’s going to drown in work. Clotted shared the raisin bread with her in Odyssey mostly bc he doesn’t like raisin bread and needed her help finishing it (lol) but she enjoyed it regardless. I like how their shenanigans help her have fun because she has a hard time letting herself enjoy things.

She has a lot of respect for Clotted. I think it helps her seeing someone as high-ranking and work-oriented as she is being able to enjoy himself makes her feel more comfortable doing the same.

Suspiciously always being together:

Clotted claims he can protect himself. And I fully believe him as some guy in a military uniform with two/four guns coming out of his back. He knows how to command an army this man is TRAINED.

Financier claims she’s only around for work. She is the embodiment of all work no play. Always ready to deny fun time and critical of those who goof around.

And yet they have so many moments where they’re just randomly together. When Mystic Flour turns them into flour, why were they even together?? They’re not abroad or anything they were just chilling in the Republic Plaza. In the wedding promo image, why is Clotted off work to help her get ready for the photoshoot. Madeleine is jobless despite his title and Kouign is a student so they have some time. Clotted does not. So why is he there?? In April Fools 2025, they’re also spending a self-care day together???

They just hang out for no reason and it’s so uncharacteristic of both of them. They like being around each other.

In general

Both characters carry a lot of weight. I like them both a lot, and I like seeing that they have someone that understands their struggles and what they go through. Both love their jobs and are incredibly dedicated to the Republic for two different reasons but they’re so similar. They both find purpose in serving the Republic bc the source of that feeling is so personal. Clotted’s need to prove himself bc of his birth in House Scone and Financier losing everything and finding purpose in being chosen by the Light…they have so little outside of the Republic bc they depend on it. They will become more healthy about this lol but it’s nice they have someone that understands.

They have…so many pictures together. The devs keep supplying pictures of them together. it’s so cute. My favorite is the recent wedding one bc Financier does not like excitement so she’s turned away from Kouign and Madeleine (I’m sure she loves them, though) but calmly facing Clotted while he hands her sword. They’re so cute. 

I love both of them deeply and I like seeing positive interactions. That’s the core of it. Clotted is very hated in-universe (for good reason. I don’t think he cares That Much he just cares about his goals. He is apologetic when he goes out of line, though) and Financier is allergic to having fun. Plenty of characters approach her but again, she doesn’t like talking non-business. Seeing they at least have each other is sweet.

There’s more but I will stop here because I analyze every line in Odyssey one-by-one. I hope this answers your questions! Thank you for the sweet ask

[echoedcrosshairs]

Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader, Commander Thorn x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, implied smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence.

Part two

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k

You fell had fallen asleep at your desk stretching out the design for the caff shop until one of the senators poked you back into consciousness. Embarrassing a paper clung to your face as you sat up, however the peeling sound was extremely satisfying.

"Thank you, Senator Chuchi," you said laying the paper back down on your desk. You noticed her observing eyes looking at the papers and partial recipes, "I was thinking to see about opening a Coffee shop a few level down so the troopers could get some," you admitted anxiously trying to tuck the papers away.

"I think it is brilliant, do you mind?" she asked pointing on the proposal paper.

You blinked stunned, "Be my guest," you said handing it to her, "I think it would benefit everyone's late nights."

"Give me a couple days, I'll see what I can do," she smiled taking the paper reading over it as she walked off.

It didn't take long for an answer. After work you had started cleaning up your desk for the next rotation when you noticed the red shock trooper approaching with a rather large looking envelope. He handed it to you and waited for the response. Your fingers ripped the seam of it open, the senate had thought it was a very good investment. You screamed giddily and through your arms around the trooper hearing a disgruntled groan come from him before coughing and stepping back, "My apologies, the senate building is getting a coffee shop on the lower levels for the troops and senators."

"Good evening, Ma'am. I will let Senator Chuchi know the delivery was successful."

The moment the trooper was out of sight you did a little happy dance. You turned your attention back to the small packet and reread it, excited that you could begin work immediately. You practically danced your way down to the designated level and room, fiddling with the controls you finally got the door to open to the near empty expanse except for a few stray box's.

"The senate building is closed to the public, I must ask you to leave," a voice called behind you.

You turned finding him waiting a kama and a visored helmet, "Commander! I work upstairs in filing, I am currently inspecting this location for a new shop."

"You must be mistaken with this is the Commander offices." You handed the commander the filing paperwork, "Great just wanted I needed distractions," he mumbled handing you the paper back.

"Given this is mostly for the stationed troopers, I thought it would be nice," you said curtly.

"Last thing I need is baby sitting duty to keep my brothers in line," he grumbled, "Good evening," Fox said turning in his heel heading back towards him office grumbling to himself about professional courtesy.

How rude? You did your best to shrug off the comment but it kept eating at you. I'll just start ordering supplies after a full nights rest. You walked past the offices noticing the Commander from earlier but another lounging in his office who gave you a small wave. At least some of the soldiers will appreciate it. You got onto the bus to head home finding the trooper who waved was standing there, he flagged you over. Keeping your hand on the rails you made your way finding the section marked 'clones' your stomach fell to the floor, the discrimination of the clones was a touchy subject but one that made you want to kick and scream.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the opening the Caf shop, no idea how you pulled it off but the boys are excited."

"The other commander seemed less then thrilled," you tried to hide the scowl on your face.

"Fox? He's rougher than durasteel around the edges. Name's Thorn by the way."

You awkwardly stuck out your free hand and said your name, "Nice to meet you," he took your arm and shook it back. His hesitation to you suggested he wasn't use to people to greeting him back, "So why are you on this bus? Don't you guys have personal speeders?" you asked noticing the lack of other shock trooper colors.

"I'm going to 79's, remember citizen don't drink and fly," he chuckled at his own joke.

"79's... Oh the clone bar?" You had never been there but overheard several troopers talking about fun nights out.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Are non clones allowed it?" You asked arching an eyebrow.

"Nat borns? Also yes, never been?"

"No, might check it out. Might give me ideas."

"You should if you're free sometimes."

"I'll go home and change, sounds like fun."

"Oh, do you want an escort?"

"I'd love that," Thorn walked with you back to your small apartment waiting outside while you get changed, "You're neighbors love to stare."

"Oh yeah... their probably wondering why work followed me home, if I'm in any sort of trouble so I should be expecting a text..." your comm beeped, "Speaking of which," you laughed. You answered the messages as quickly as possible while following Thorn back onto the train.

"That's good you have friends that care about you," he offered once you were done telling anyone that your coffee shop project got approved.

"Everyone deserves a friend, got many?"

"Thousands," he chuckled, "Just warning you might want to stick close to me or my brothers are going to hit on you something fierce."

"It can't be that-"

"Yes, yes it can be. Especially if the 501st is there," he genuinely laughed, "offer still stands, also since we'll be sitting at the commander's officer, if there's a guy in grey armor that's Wolffe. He's a major flirt don't mind him."

"Thanks for the heads up."

Both of you kept up the small talk as you reach 79's. You took it the bar, semi low lit, loud music towards the dance floor, a few luxury female droids, a distinct beer smell, and tons of troopers with a handful or too 'nat borns' wandering around. For some reason the place made you grin, happy soldiers enjoying some down time from the war given a place to feel... normal and accepted. Thorn guided you to the back table furtherest away from the music, you heard the small groan when he saw both Wolffe and Fox

"The bane of my existence," Fox grumbled.

"Don't mind him, he's grumpy because I dragged him out of his office... literally," Wolffe smirked, "Take off your helmet, breath, and drink, vod."

Thorn took off his helmet first, setting it on the table in front of him. His hair was a dark shade of red but in the regular solider cut with a miniature tattoo spelling 'Hammer' across his eyebrow. He stared down Fox until he caved and took his off. You stared at him for a moment to long looking at his short shaved sides and medium top combed comb making him squint at you for a moment before flagging the service droid for drinks. Unlike his brothers Fox’s eyes were almost true to his namesake, perfect golden sunrise kissed irises with his tanned complexion making them almost seem to glow even in the faded light.

"Need a drink with how much work I won't be able to get done," he scowled.

"It's not like I had a choice on where the location would be," you countered, "Wear earplugs."

Wolffe smirked watching Fox's anger flared up, "The lady has a point."

"Yes," Fox gridded out, "You know the 'cafe' is going to cause distractions which means lack of productivity and efficiency."

"Are you really complaining over decent caf? You live on that poor excuse of black sludge excuse for coffee," Thorn nipped at him which just got an eye roll.

"Do you really not trust your men to behave professionally and be respectful and timely? Isn't the Coruscant guard suppose to be the best of the best?" you poked getting a deadpan stare from Wolffe at the audacious comment.

Fox's lip twitch into a snarl, "Bold," is all he said.

Thorn tried to keep the smile off his face by covering his mouth with his hand eyeing the droid bringing the drinks over. Between drink the two of you passed comments back and forth about decor and drink name ideas. Most of the drinks took on names of various command titles and battalion numbers to really make it clone friendly. Wolffe scowled when his came up but didn't complain that the concept of it was made expresso.

"Him!" A blue captain came walking over who had been very obviously eves dropping pointed at a blue trooper, "Never serve him coffee. Ever. Hardcase is hyper enough. Mind if I join?"

"Getting off your leash for once, vod?" Wolffe snorted scooting into the booth giving him space to sit, "Sit, Rex" he said casually so you wouldn't have to ask.

"Switch spots with me," Thorn whispered, "501st has a few flirts."

You contently stood up letting Thorn slide out so you could slide into his spot unfortunately sliding in next to Fox causing him to scoot closer to Wolffe in the middle. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your glass taking a few sips. While they all conversed about recent duties you took your time eyeing the trooper's automatically finding the flirts as one winked at you. Thorn noticed shooting him a looking smirking as he turned around, "They should leave you alone... hopefully," his tone suggested he was less than positive about the statement.

"She should get use to it," Fox said curtly.

"Just want to through her to the wolves don't you," Wolffe teased winking at him, "You really are a blurg in the mud sometimes."

"Sometimes?" You watched the brotherly banter unfold about the stick up Fox's ass about how tightly wound to he is to his work. Another round of drinks came and they shoved towards Fox telling him to enjoy himself, he drank both of them to shut his brothers up. The drinks had started loosening him up finally but there was still an air about his unwavering authority and harshness after they got a couple more drinks in him that finally started to subside too.

"What do you think so far?" Thorn whispered.

"Like this better then the regular cantina's" you admitted, "Seems more relaxed."

"Most of the time, sometimes fights break out. I don't recommend you civs get anywhere near when one happens."

"Nat Borns, Civs, any other terms I need to know?" you asked curiously.

"Not off the top of my head. Dance?" Thorn asked while the both of you watched in slow motion as the question jostled you enough for your hand to miss completely setting the drink fully down on the counter spilling it's context over Fox.

He growled, "Can't even be asked to dance without being a problem," he grabbed the napkins out of the dispenser blotting up the mess, "Can't wait until you burn yourself with just getting hit on, the amount of paperwork."

"Fox," Wolffe growled back, "Stow it."

Thorn slide out of the booth letting you climb out the flush across your face as bright as Coruscant guard red, "I'm sorry, Fox," you said looking at him.

"It's Commander Fox to you," he said climbing out heading towards the refresher.

Slowly you made your way towards the door before Thorn caught you trying to sneak away, "Dance, he's just tired." You looked between the door and him opting to dance just so he wouldn't hold leaving over your head. After fumbling stepping on Thorn's foot several times you finally got into the grove of the danced "Something on your mind?"

"Just wondering if he's right-"

"The what if's of life are keeps you from being in the present and tends to leave you with guilt."

"Thank you."

The men he tried to ward off kept staring, Thorn scowled at them before giving them a warning gesture to back off. Putting himself between you and them he finally relaxed again muttering about maybe if Fox got laid wouldn't be such an ass, you couldn't help but giggle. He apologized saying he didn't realize he had said that out loud. After a couple more dance the two of you headed back to the table, the three of them still sitting there chatting mindlessly about whatever came out of their liquid freed up mouths.

"Pretty lady at the counter checking you out Foxy," Wolffe snickered.

"I choose the company of my Vod's."

"Even I know how to relax," Rex scowled, "Don't make me call your batch mates," he jokingly threaten.

Fox grimaced looking at the woman at the counter then back at you then back at the woman, "Your sister is prettier than you."

"So are your brothers," you deadpanned slipping out of the booth and out the front door, you felt entirely humiliated. At the risk of crying you flagged down a taxi to take you home instead of wanting to wait around on the bus. Peeling off the dress and stepping into the shower the tears finally shed. The pressure of trying to get the shop up and running, that embarrassment and just wondering what you did wrong after just trying to do something nice hit you like a plummeting ship. You shut off the water just sitting there for a moment before pulling yourself up, Tomorrow is a new day... but avoiding him couldn't hurt.

Between finishing the work load of filing early you ordered everything you needed stating the room number where it needed to be delivered too. Arriving downstairs you found the door prompt open with boxes inside along with Thorn hauling the rest of the guards boxes out.

"Stupid droids delivered some of the supplies to my office, I'll bring them over after I drop these at filing."

"Thank you, Commander," you said formally turning your attention back to the boxes. You groaned at the amount of work you had to do, finding his office you found a few more stacks groaning you push some of them to the room thanking the tiles floor for cooperating. By the time Thorn had gotten back you were gleaming with sweat but managed to get all of the boxes inside.

"I said I was going to bring them over," he scolded watching you down water as if your sweat had sucked all of it out of you.

“Problem?” You heard Fox’s rough voice.

“No, Sir,” you said gulping down the rest of the water prying yourself off the heap of boxes, “Just explaining that I can move my own boxes,” you added curtly glowering at him before stalking off to organize the piles of boxes.

“Next time please let me, it isn’t a problem,” Thorn said pointedly staring at Fox.

You didn’t hear Fox leave, you turned to see his lingering presence in the door frame “Can I help you?”

“Not even open yet and causing problems,” he scoffed walking off.

You wanted to throw a box at his head, if he wasn’t the head of the guard it might have been worth it. Even Thorn cocked his head glaring at him as he walked away, “Funny cause you went home with her ‘sister’ last night.” You’re face turned bright red, you heard him apologizing for the unchaste comment before you shut the door in his face not being able to get the burning under control. He went home with her? If that isn’t a backwards compliment. That insufferable dreadful man is not going to ruin this for me.

Hearing a barely audible tap on the door you opened it apolozing to who you assumed to be Thorn about needing a moment to yourself to find Fox standing there and the rest of your words died in your mouth. He handed you a cup of Caf, as if you didn’t have a few boxes worth in one of these piles, and walked off. Was that a poor excuse for an apology? You took a sip of the caf and nearly sprayed it into the hallway. This is why I’m opening a caf shop, this is disgusting. They get disgusting beer and even worse coffee. However you forced yourself to drink it wrinkling your nose with every drink. It was dangerously caffeinated you zoomed from task to task until the coffee bar was fully set up which looked odd in such an empty room.

“See, the coffee is fine as is,” Fox chuckled walking by to peer at the progress you were making impressed with how much you accomplished.

“I see why you have no taste,” you saw his footstep flatter for a moment knowing the punch landed.

“Don’t know if I should applaud you or be afraid of you,” Thorn chuckled bringing in another huge box, “You forgot your cups, kind of hard to serve coffee without them.”

“Thank you.”

“79’s after?” he asked setting the box next to the counter.

“Because that went so well the first time,” you muttered, “Sure,” you said offering a smile.

Sure enough, Fox walked in saying he was going too. You tried to keep a straight face but the tension between the half hidden glare was enough to make Thorn squirm hauling his brother out of the room to leave you to your work.

[cagemasterfantasy]

3rd Life Remastered Irl Session 1 2/2

Before reading this it is recommend to read the other parts before reading this one. All characters portrayed in this story are real but used in a fictitious manor. Nothing they say or do is real this story is entirely satire. This story also talks about touchy subjects like Self Harm and Suicide. The whole purpose of this story is to bring attention to those struggling with mental health.

After my chat with doodl3 I head on back to my computer and log into discord genuine tears falling down my cheeks. Bdubs: Hey Slimer you feeling ok? Is Grian there with you?" "Grian's here but there's something I want to say to all of you" All of them look intent on hearing me out "I'm sorry for yelling at all of you. I was so overcome with emotions I just don't know what came over to me" Gem: I already forgive you Slimer I understand" Joel: And I'm one who believes in second chances" Scar: You're still my Scar Wars buddy Slimer till the bitter end" "I'm so sorry for what I did" The tears start streaming down my face now "Could we please forget about all of this and well enjoy Minecon together?" Everybody thinks for a few seconds before some people nod Mumbo: Water under the bridge but I do have something to say to cheer you up" "Oh yeah and what's that?" Mumbo: Aha" Everybody starts laughing Bdubs: Aha" "No not you too one is enough" Scott: Eh I'm normally not one to do this but eh screw it AHA" Jimmy: Aha" I log out of the discord and Grian is snickering "Don't you da- Grian: Aha" "Great"

The next day I am packing my clothes toiletries inhalers I'm packing everything. Rylee is wagging his tail as I'm packing his food. "Yeah you are going to get to meet my friends little buddy" Rylee cocks his head like HUh? "Everyone's going to love you"

I send doodl3 a text saying "on my way to the airport now" before packing my laptop and charger and waiting outside for Grian Rylee wagging his tail I trust him off his leash knowing very well he won't wander far away from me.

I see Grian arrive and place my bags in his car before getting Rylee in the back and sitting in the back seat after seeing his wife up front. "Is your wife coming with us Grian?" Grian: No she's going to be driving the car back after we leave and is taking care of the cats and my daughter while I'm gone" Rylee jumps into the front and lays on her lap "Traitor" Grian laughs Grian: He likes her"

As soon as we are at the Airport Grian has said goodbye to his wife and he guides me to where our gate is after putting our luggage on the carousel

As soon as we take our seats I look at Grian and say "Hey Grian thanks for saving my life yesterday I don't know what I'd do without you" Grian: I'm just glad I got there when I did and am glad you left your apartment door unlocked things could have gone very differently" Rylee lays in Grian's lap "Traitor"

Once we arrive we already see Scar Mumbo and Cleo waiting for us at the gate Mumbo: Aha" "Do not start that please I'm already in the states and I want to have a good time" Scar: Yeah leave my Scar Wars bro alone" The voices become intense "They are just using you" "They aren't friends" "Don't trust them" Cleo shakes me and snaps me out of it as Bdubs approaches alongside Martin Martin: Hey what's happening Bdubs: Voices again just play it cool like you didn't see anything Mumbo: Ah Bdubs AHA" "WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?" Mumbo: alright alright sheesh" I pull out my phone and send doodl3 a text saying "have just arrived at the airport have fun"

After everyone else arrives we go out front to see 2 limos each with a driver holding a sign that says "Life Series players" The ballots take our bags and I decide not to get in the one with Mumbo having already had enough AHAS for one day and enter with Ren Joel Tango Impulse Tango Lizzy Bigb and Gem "Ayyy jump up Rylee" He jumps into the limo and immediately lays in Ren's lap "Oh isn't that funny Ren the dog just took my dog" Ren: He's my dog now Me: Rylee you are a traitor Tango: Aww lay off Puppo will you?" He starts petting Rylee who is wagging his tail happy Joel: Hey come on Ren give him his dog back I know you're Ren the dog but sheesh" Ren: No he's my dog now" He says playfully Lizzie and Gem are just laughing as the voices pick up "Grab that dog he does not belong to him" "He isn't going to give your dog back you shou-" I begin to feel a tight pain around my chest and the wheezing. Gem is looking real concerned Gem: Your inhaler Lizzie: Use your inhaler" I'm reaching for it but my vison is getting blurry. Ren goes over to me puts Rylee in Impulse lap reaches into my pocket to get my inhaler and uses it as I gasp at fresh air. Ren: Easy now" Impulse: Are you ok?" I hug Ren as a thank you Ren: Ow too tight loosen up will you?" "Sorry I'm a hugger" Ren: Yeah I can tell let go of me" I release him "S-sorry I love hugging" Ren: Just please don't choke me next time

Once we arrive at the hotel and check in I'm excited to find out I'm staying with Scar my Scar Wars buddy. Rylee is wagging his tail and sniffing around the Lobby "ey Rylee get over here there'll be time to explore in a bit" I lead Rylee on but he keeps sitting in the middle of the hallway as I pass by the luxury dining room I see a sign that says "Reserved for the Life Series Players" I smell food coming from the dining room. Scar: Oh boy" He cups his hands and says "Hey guys I'm going to lock Slimer in our room so he doesn't eat all of the food" Me: Shut up" I catch up with Cleo and Lizzie "So what are you 2 going to do? Watch the Walking Dead" Cleo: That show sucks" I raise an eyebrow Cleo: Alright fine I'm going to watch the Walking Dead and maybe go for a swim what about you going to watch Star Wars with Scar and eat all the food in the dining room?" Me: Oh my god Cleo let's hope there isn't a zombie apocalypse any time soon I'll use you as a decoy Zombie in front of my location to go NO HUMANS HERE ARARAHHAGAAAGHEA" Lizzie and Scar burst out laughing as me and Scar enter our room? Scar: So let me guess Star Wars and then food?" Rylee jumps on the bed and runs around having zoomies Me: Oh geez there he goes again" Scar: He's happy

The day of session 2 arrives and we are at the convention center after eating breakfast the host takes us to where we'll be staying in computer tents everyone is dressed as their avatar including me I'm glistening with green face paint all over my arms neck and face to resemble a slime. I go into my tent and the tv turns on to show my screen on there. I text my mod @doodl3 "You ready to mod?"

The rules sign is up in front of all of the tents as Rylee wanders to each of the other players tents sniffing everybody. It says do not tell the other players what others are doing is the biggest rule there. I feel myself coughing and use my inhaler texting doodl3 one finaly time "Good luck for the next 3 hours" as the live stream begins in my sound proof tent

To be continued in session 2

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[mickimagnum]

Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Two (Part Two)

*as Devin reenters the house, she is immediately approached by Albert*

Albert: "Devin, hi. I'm so glad I caught you. How's your evening treating you?"

*Devin smiles widely*

Devin: "It's been good. And yours?"

*Albert flashes a boyish grin*

Albert: "Well. it's better now that I'm talking to you. Hey, do you want to go somewhere to chat?"

Devin: "I thought you'd never ask."

*the next shot shows Albert and Devin on the couch on the back deck. they're sitting with a few inches between them.*

Albert: "Why don't you move a little closer?"

*She looks at him warily, but in a playful way, before settling against him*

Devin: "Alright, but no funny business."

Albert: "Wouldn't dream of it."

Devin: "This is probably better for me anyway. so I don't have to look directly at your face."

*Albert chokes out a laugh*

Albert (confused, but lighthearted): "What do you mean?"

Devin: "Well, Albert. Frankly, you're just too damn beautiful. When I look at you, sometimes my brain just reboots."

*Albert laughs again*

Albert: "That's a new one on me. I apologize for my face. Do you want me to get a paper bag or something?"

*Albert's eyes shine at Devin*

*Devin bites her lower lip and shakes her head, on the edge of laughter*

Devin: "It might help, actually, but...maybe we should just treat it like like immersion therapy. The more I'm around you, the more I'll get used to it, that kind of thing."

Albert: "Alright, but I just want to make sure you know that I will do whatever it takes to make this work."

Devin: "Including wearing a paper bag for the rest of your life?"

Albert: "Exactly."

Devin: "This was a very helpful conversation, thank you."

Albert: "Anytime."

*they make eye contact and instantly break out into smiles*

Albert: "So tell me about you. What got you into training horses?"

Devin: "In short, my Dad. The long version is, my family has been training horses at least since my great-great-great grandfather. It's in my genes, I guess you can say. I've been doing it literally my entire life."

Albert: "That's amazing. And is this your family's ranch?"

*Devin looks steely eyed for a moment and clears her throat*

Devin: "Uh, no. It's not. This one is all mine."

Albert: "Do you not want to talk about it?"

*A weak smile flickers across Devin's face before disappearing*

Devin: "It's a bit of a touchy subject," *she sighs before continuing* "But, like I said, I've spent my entire life training horses, working for my Dad. He got sick a couple of years ago. Lung cancer. But, instead of leaving me the family ranch, who it should have gone to by all rights, it was left to his brother instead. He ranch, the business, all of it. When I confronted both of them about it, they told me a woman had no business training horses or running a business 'on her own.' My Dad died six months later and my uncle, well, he has everything except the monetary inheritance I was left, which I invested into this ranch."

*Albert exhales*

Albert: "That is seriously *bleep*ed up. I'm so sorry that happened to you. And to be treated that callously by your own family .... unimaginable."

Devin: "It was honestly the worst betrayal I have ever known in my entire life. It really is true what they say about people's true colors coming out when someone dies. But, enough about me. Tell me something about you."

Albert: "I would much rather talk about you, but if you insist..."

Devin: "I do."

Albert: "Well, I'm a chef. I used to own a restaurant in San Myshuno, but I hated the administrative side of it and missed cooking. So, I sold it and went back to the kitchen, and honestly, I couldn't be happier with my career re-pivot."

Devin: "Oh, that's amazing. What's your favorite thing to cook?"

*Albert ponders for a moment*

Albert: "I'd have to go back to basics; a good grilled cheese can be a work of art."

Devin: "Aahhh. I was not expecting that answer. I figured it'd be something more gourmet."

*Albert chuckles*

Albert: "Clearly you have some things to learn about me."

Devin: "What an exciting prospect."

Albert: "What about you? What's your favorite meal to cook?"

Devin: "Oh that one's easy. Both to cook and eat; frank and beans."

*Albert throws his head back, covers his face with his hand, and laughs*

Albert: "Wwwhhattt?"

*Devin is now also laughing*

Devin: "You're not the only one that's full of surprises."

Albert: "That is such a cowgirl answer. I love it."

Devin: "I grew up on it! It's like, a childhood comfort food. For most kids it's mac and cheese. For me was it's frank and beans."

Albert: "As long as I can sleep downstairs on frank and beans night."

Devin: "Why? You'll be eating them, too. We'll both be fartin' up a storm."

*Albert bursts out in a loud chorus of laughter*

Albert: "Oh my god, this is the sexiest conversation I've ever had."

Devin: "Hey, this is real talk. This is what you get to look forward if you want to be in a relationship with me."

Albert: "Trust me, I'm looking forward to it so much."

*suddenly Milo appears amidst the pair's laughter. it slowly dies down as they realize he's standing there*

Milo: "Hey, guys. I'm sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering if I could talk to Devin when you're done?"

Devin (who seems a bit caught off-guard): "Yeah, Milo, sure. Just give me a minute, okay?"

Milo: "Yeah, sure. Thank you. And sorry, again."

*Milo walks off*

*Albert sighs with disappointment*

Albert: "I guess it's too early get to keep you all to myself."

Devin: "That's what they tell me."

Albert: "Well then, you go do your thing. I'm going to get a drink."

*Albert and Devin get to their feet*

Devin: "I enjoyed our chat."

*the two enter into an embrace*

Albert: "Me too."

*he cradles her head and kisses her on the forehead*

*As they separate and Devin walks away, she's smiling and blushing. Albert watches her walk away for a few moments before heading inside*

Albert (in diary room): "Just half an hour with this girl and I'm hooked. She's so easy to talk to. I didn't want our time to end. It was hard to let her go. And there's definitely chemistry there, and a connection forming. I hope she feels it, too. 'Cause, man. I can't wait to see her again."

*Looks directly into the camera as a lopsided, boyish smile spreads across his face*

Devin (in diary room): "Albert," *folds her arms at her waist and smiles to herself* "Yeah, there's something about him. I definitely feel the chemistry. I like being around him. It's comfortable. I do have this nagging worry at the back of my mind though...with him being a city boy, I'm not sure if he's really down for the ranch life, you know?"

*camera cuts to Milo waiting for Devin. he looks pensive. Devin is approaching him from behind*

Devin: "Hey there."

*Milo turns see Devin approach. His eyes instantly light up and a warm smile spreads across his face*

Milo: "Hi."

Milo: "How are you? You're still okay from...earlier?"

*Devin offers a reassuring smile*

Devin: "I'm okay. I've been training horses my entire life and have had worse falls than that, trust me."

Milo: "Again, I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking trying to pull that off."

Devin: "You were thinking you wanted to make a grand entrance."

*Milo glances at his feet, rubs the back of his neck and reluctantly nods*

Devin: "That's alright, man. That's what tonight was all about, I suppose. But, we're past that now, so it's cool for us to move just on. You've learned from your mistake. And I've learned to dodge you if I see you running my way."

*Milo and Devin both share a short chuckle, before he shyly nods in agreement.*

Devin: "So tell me something else about you, besides the fact you're an accident prone cutie."

*Milo looks up at her startled and then tries to mask it, but only manages to blush*

Milo: "Me? I, uh, I'm a musician. Nothing big, yet. Still tryin' to make it, I guess. I still work a day job and all."

Devin: "I love that. What instrument?"

Milo: "Guitar. And I sing. I write my own music too."

Devin: "Wow. You're a triple threat. I really want to learn how to play guitar. I've just never really found the time."

*Milo's eyes light up*

Milo: "I'd love to teach you!"

*Devin smiles up him*

Devin: "I'd really like that. As long as you promise to be patient with me."

Milo (his voice soft and sincere): "Always."

*the pair stand in silence for a moment, locked in eye contact, smiling at each other before Devin speaks again*

Devin: "So, what do you do for your day job, then?"

*glances down at his feet and begins absentmindedly kicking at the ground*

Milo: "Well, that is less glamorous, truth be told. I work at a burger joint."

Devin: "Nice. Do you like it?"

Milo: "It's not my dream, but it's not bad."

Devin: "Whatever pays the bills, am I right?"

*Milo looks relieved and nods as a smile plays at the edges of his mouth*

Milo: "What about you? How'd you get into making nectar?"

Devin: "Oh, that! I took a local class here in Chestnut Ridge not too longer after I moved here, just a sort of for fun/self-improvement type of thing. Turned out I really enjoyed it and had a knack for it. I decided to use it as a way to pay for the horses until I got my first few trained up and sold, but man, the business just really took off! Now most people know me for Echo Valley Nectar and not the horses, which is exactly the opposite of why I got into it."

*Devin grasps her head for dramatic effect and laughs*

Milo: "Fate is crazy."

Devin: "You can say that again."

*her words are followed by another void of silence as the two steal glances at each other*

Devin: "So, what do you hope fate has in store for you?"

*Milo's eyes search her face as he considers his answer*

Milo: "I think you know one thing I'm hoping for," *he glances away and smiles down at the ground again, clearly embarrassed by his forwardness* "Besides my person to grow old with, a good dog, a successful music career, to see the world, and one day a small family. A lifetime supply of tacos would be nice too."

*Devin can't resist smiling and bites her lower lip in an attempt to suppress it*

Devin: "That all sounds amazing. Especially the lifetime supply of tacos part."

*Milo's laugh rings out. after it subsides he says:*

Milo: "Your turn."

Devin: "Also, my person. Also, a small family one day. Also, to see the world. And I guess just a lifetime of successful horse-training. That's really all that's left that I'm really want to spend my life doing."

Milo: "Well, it sounds like our ideal futures match-up pretty well.*

*the two stand in silence again, smiling at each other*

*Devin begins to shiver and glances over her shoulder back toward the house*

Devin: "It is getting cold out here. Is it okay with you if I head back inside?"

*Milo shoves his hands into his pockets. he looks disappointed, but nods.*

Milo: "Of course, yeah. Go warm up."

Devin: "Thank you, sweet Milo."

*they hug*

Devin: "Oh my Watcher, you're so warm."

*Milo chuckles*

Milo: "I've been told I run hot."

*Devin holds on a few moments longer*

*Milo grins to himself in the extended embrace. he is blushing*

Devin: "Mmm. That's nice," *she finally pulls away* "I enjoyed spending time with you. And I'm looking forward to more. Soon."

*Milo is still blushing*

Milo: "The feeling is very mutual."

Milo, in diary room: "Devin's incredible. She's so kind and warm. I haven't met any other girls like her. And we our vision of the future matches so well that maybe this is fate. Maybe she is the one. Watcher, I hope so."

Devin, in diary room: "Milo strikes me as being a little bit shy. Or maybe he's still in his head from earlier tonight, I don't know. It's making building a connection a little hard. But, I definitely feel like there could be something there. He's an incredibly sweet guy. I can see myself really liking him, but we just have to keep working on our connection to see."

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[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch.16

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: Rin finds herself being shipped off to Overhaul.

Word Count: 6697

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Dabi didn’t return even though most of his clothes were tossed around the room. And honestly she wasn’t sure if he had much more than the two pairs of pants, and two shirts he had. It wasn’t exactly like they all had a lot of clothes. Even her own wardrobe could all fit into a grocery bag. So she really wasn’t in any position to talk about the man’s lack of clothes. But this meant he was in just his pants and probably jacket since she couldn’t see it anywhere around the bedroom. So then where had he run off to? And why?

She contemplated getting her ass up and dressed to go hunt for him or Shiggy but now the stone in her gut had her curling up in the old blanket still naked as she just stared at the door. Had she offended him? Maybe his scars were a touchy subject? Now her worries were eating away at her as she waited for him to return, not even intending to fall asleep as she did.

When she did wake the bed beside her was still empty, which only seemed to fuel that odd feeling in the pit of her gut. Why did it upset her so much that Dabi had not returned? It really shouldn’t matter, all they did was fuck. There were no ties and he was making that clear. And yet she couldn’t deny it upset her as she sighed and forced herself out of bed and gathered some clean clothes before she left the bedroom.

She was on the hunt now to see if she could find either Dabi or Shigaraki now that she was up and awake. Though of course it seemed both idiots were gone. How annoying. Pouting, she made her way to the main room of the warehouse where Toga, Twice and Mr. Compress was standing around chatting. But no one else was in sight. Great, both men she wanted to see were gone. This sucked.

“Do you guys know where Shiggy or Dabi are?” She asked as she approached the three. Which Toga only shrugged not having a clue, Twice said he didn’t know.

“Shigaraki is supposed to be meeting with that young yakuza boss at this moment I believe. As for Dabi I do not have a clue,” well at least Compress was able to answer one of her questions. So Shiggy was busy with that man who had eyes like gold. While Dabi was MIA, yet that wasn’t exactly new for him, he would up and disappear all the time. He would be back eventually, Rin had to just wait it out. That was the hard part; she did not want to wait for either man. She wanted to talk with them both, though for completely different reasons but still nonetheless she wanted to talk with them both.

“Thanks Mr. Compress,” she said simply struggling to keep from pouting which in turn only made the older man chuckle.

“Shigaraki will be back soon. And hopefully with good news,” of course Compress was happy to chat with the woman who had been his caretaker over the last while and who had nursed him back to health while also keeping him fed.

“Do you actually think there’s a chance that Shigaraki will be able to negotiate with that man?” She asked softly with an arch of an eyebrow not even trying to hide her skepticism for the man’s lack of social skills and the temper that he had. Kurogiri was no were to be seen so hopefully that meant he was with Shigaraki and able to keep the man child reeled in.

“It’s hard to say. But I am sure no matter what the outcome Shigaraki will be victorious,” that almost sounded more like that the pale haired man had gone off to battle, not to try and make a truce. So of course Rin gave Compress a skeptical look as he replied and then shrugged his shoulders at the look he received.

All Rin could do after that was sigh in annoyance and try to figure out what she wanted to do to pass the time as she waited for one or both men to return to the worn out building the League was currently calling home.

“Well if you see either of those two idiots tell them I want to see them,” she said as she turned and left the small group of her colleagues? Was calling the league her colleagues the right word? They were not exactly much more than acquaintances, or at least most of them were not more. And there was the fact that although she could agree with some of their values she couldn’t deny she didn’t completely agree with the method the group used. There was never a reason to kill a human. But she couldn’t deny, they were right. The hero society had to be reformed, changes had to be made. But still she questioned just how far was too far to achieve their goals?

With the group nodding their head in understanding at her request Rin had left the few of her colleagues back in the main room as she started to hunt down something to eat, the growling in her stomach demanding to be sated. So that’s what she did as she waited for someone to return to their makeshift home.

What time of day it was or even what day it was she didn’t know. With a stolen book in hand she had found a room with an old shredded couch in which she was reading the book. Has it been a day or hours since she started waiting? The lack of clocks or her cell phone made keeping track of time or days almost impossible for the woman. And since she didn’t leave the hideout often her ties to the outside world were also nearly non-existent. Was it still summer? Or has autumn started yet? Just looking out the boarded up windows didn’t really answer that question. So instead she tried to keep herself occupied with the book in her hand.

Being ripped from her thoughts the sound of heavy footsteps filled her ears as someone approached the room. It was about time someone got back. Closing the book that was in her hands in one swift movement she lifted her eyes to look at whoever was standing in the doorless doorway. It wasn’t hard to tell who it was with the hand’s sticking to his body. Those would probably forever make her skin crawl when she saw them scattered over Shigaraki’s slim form.

“Shigaraki welcome back. I heard you were visiting with that young Yakuza leader. How was that?” She asked flashing him a warm smile though his red eyes seemed to glow from behind the hand that sat on his face.

“Nakano you are to head to the Shie Hassaikai headquarters immediately and remain there until further ordered by Overhaul or Myself,” was the order she received which had her smile drop and her eyes grow wide. What was this about?

“Huh? I’m sorry, why am I going there? Is anyone accompanying me?” She asked which only seemed to irritate the man standing before her.

“Don’t ask questions just do as you are told,” was the snap she received which had her bowing her head as she watched his right hand reach up to start scratching at the raw skin of his neck.

“Yes sir. Am I to believe Kurogiri will be transporting me?” She asked to which she only received a simple nod. She returned the nod as her lips pressed together and she left the book in her hands on the couch as she stood up and started to walk towards the man. Though Shigaraki did not instantly step back and out of the only exit to the room when she approached him.

“Rin be careful while dealing with Overhaul,” was the soft barely audible hiss she got from him before he stepped back and into the hall.

“You worry too much Shiggy. I’ll be fine, don't worry your healer will be back soon,” she said her own tone softer and she flashed him a small smile even though she didn’t have a clue what was going on as she started down the hall from the direction she had heard Shiggy forming from.

Well so much for getting her questions answered. Now she had even more as she hunted down the cloud of smoke who was apparently awaiting her. What was going on? It must be important if Shigaraki had greeted her using her last name as he pretty much asserted his dominance as the leader. But what was it she was doing exactly? Clearly the leader of the Yakuza must have wanted her for something but what? It must have been a hell of a deal if she was being stuck shopped from one hell hole to another.

Finding Kurogiri had been easy, no words were needed as she simply held the cloud of smoke and gave a nod of her head. She was ready to go. No words were needed as he opened a portal for where she assumed was the destination of her new hell. And yet before she walked through the portal she paused for a second.

“Let Dabi know I’ll be back,” she said simply to which the cloud of smoke nodded his head, again agreeing to her request knowing that he would actually do that. With that she stepped through the portal mumbling a simple, “thanks.”

Well Rin wasn’t sure what exactly she expected but a large luxurious home was not where she expected to suddenly appear as she stood on the sidewalk in front of the gates to the home. With her left hand raised to shield the bright mid day sun she glanced around before slowly approaching the front gate.

The large wall made it a bit hard to tell but clearly it was a large property. And clearly they wanted some privacy by the looks of it. Then again she couldn’t blame an illegal group for wanting that. Walking up to the gate she paused and looked over before spotting the intercom beside the gate. Reaching out she pressed a button and waited. It only took about four seconds before a voice snapped at her.

“Who are you and what’s your business?” Was the voice that came through the intercom. Sounded male but there was always a chance of a voice modulator being used.

“Rin Nakano. Shigaraki sent me,” was all she said which was apparently all she needed to say as she listened to the gate click and the door came unlocked. Pushing the door open and stepping inside she listened to the lock click into place behind her. Well there was no getting away now. She paused and glanced around the front of the home taking in the well manicured lawn before a figure stepped out and approached her.

Her body was tense as she watched the odd figure approach her. They wore a long white jacket or coat, the hood pulled up to cover their hair, a plague mask sat on their face. An odd looking individual indeed. He looked to have at least fifteen centimeters of height on her. Or was it a woman? No the shoulders looked too broad to her to be female though as soon as the voice spoke she had her answer as a male voice spoke up.

“Welcome miss Nakano. Please follow me,” was the simple greeting she got from the mystery man who stood before her. She softly arched an eyebrow but nodded her head non the less as she followed the figure towards the front door. Slipping her shoes off she spotted white slippers apparently awaiting her. Slipping them on quickly she fell into line following the person who had come to greet her. The house was typical for a traditional looking home. Though suddenly they came to a stop in front of a vase that looked to be housing cherry blossoms. She watched the man lift the vase and proceeded to open a hidden door. Hmm seems there was a reason this gang of hoodlums were still able to be operational. Their head was not a complete idiot if they were smart enough to have an underground area built.

The figure before her was silent as they led the way and she simply followed them. Where they were going she didn’t know. The face of the young man with gold eyes appeared in her mind. Was that who she was going to go see now? She wasn’t sure but didn’t dare break the silence either. The air smelt almost a little stale compared to outside though not dusty or mouldy like the warehouse. Actually rather opposite it smelt almost clean. A lingering of chemicals seemed to sit in the air. It rather reminded her of her months working in the hospital. Kind like when she would walk into an old unused room. There was no fresh air flow but at the same time it wasn’t exactly what one could call a dirty air either.

Suddenly the two came to a stop before a random door. The place was like a maze. It was going to be a bit tricky memorizing the maze but Rin had been trying to keep an eye out. But every empty hallway looked the same as the last, only a few doors littered the halls. She softly arched an eyebrow at the stranger as she watched him pause to open the door for her. Though her skeptic look only grew as she was greeted with a stark white bathroom. What the hell was going on? She didn’t move and she watched the figure sigh.

“There are clean clothes provided for you. Please bathe and get dressed. Overhaul will see you after that,” well that really didn’t answer her unasked questions. She frowned at the masked man who she couldn’t see the face of. But he remained silent as the two had a bit of a staring contest before she sighed.

“Whatever,” she mumbled before walking into the room and closing the door with a little bit more force than needed with a click of the lock. At least they had a lock on the door so it wouldn’t be easy for anyone to sneak in on her. A quick glance around the room didn’t show any visible cameras or anything though that didn’t stop her from still checking even though there was completely nothing in the room but the toilet, shower, and sink. She glanced at the pile of clean clothes. A shower and clean clothes was really actually a nice thought. And so still a little uneasy she stripped from her clothes and turned the shower on nice and hot.

Gosh hot water when was the last time she got to enjoy that? Back when she and Dabi were in that little apartment together. That almost felt like months ago now, though surely it was only a few weeks at best. So as she turned on the water, cranking it nice and hot she stripped out of her dirty clothes and stepped under the wonderfully hot water. Damn this was amazing and she couldn’t even help the soft moan that she let out at the feeling of the hot water running over her body. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that was the best shower she had in a long ass time.

Though the shampoo and soaps were scentless, which was a bit of a buzzkill but she tried not to linger on the disappointment that she wouldn’t smell nice after. But still at least the soaps did their job and she was able to scrub herself nice and clean. Hell there was even a nice fresh razor and shaving cream which she was happy to use. Though it did make her wonder why? Why the hell was she showing? Why did she have to? Surely she didn’t smell that bad. Like just why kept crossing her mind.

Once out she used the stark white towel that smelt like bleach to dry herself off. Now she turned her attention to the outfit that sat neatly beside the sink. A light pair of skinny jeans and a light pink little spaghetti strap shirt looked back at her with a matching white pair of underwear and bra. Now that made her blush. Even more so when she inspected the garment to learn they were all in her size. Well that’s not at all creepy, was the sarcastic thought that ran through her mind before she started to get dressed.

Once clean and dressed she was a little hesitant before she sighed and finally opened the door she had locked and stepped back out into the hallway where her mysterious guard was still standing waiting. She assumed he had been waiting the entire time which she really didn’t care about. He had never knocked or tried to rush her so she had enjoyed the shower for as long as she could.

As soon as he spotted her, he turned on his heel and started down the hall once again not saying a word as he walked. How annoying yet again she would be stuck with questions who no one would ever answer. Maybe this Overhaul fellow would be far more willing to answer her questions as she followed the weird stranger before her through the maze of hallways before finally coming to a door where he stopped and knocked.

“Come in,” was the simple greeting they got for knocking before the cloaked stranger opened the door and walked in. She followed after him into the room as she glanced around. It looked like a personal study. A bookcase on one wall, a desk in a corner. Two small couches faced one another. And sitting on the couch facing the door was the young man she recognized from the few nights ago. The one who took Compress’s arm and Big Sis Mags life. That thought had her lips pressed into a firm line unsure what this man exactly wanted.

“Take a seat,” he said, simply indicating to the couch across from him. Skeptical and hesitant, she slowly started towards the couch before sitting down. Glancing around the room she noticed the stranger that led her to the room took a position standing behind the young head. This time the man didn’t wear a plague mask. And yet still she couldn’t see his face because it was covered with a simple black medical mask.

“Alright let’s get straight to the point Overhaul I assume. Why is it that I am here?” She said bluntly as she sat there locking eyes with the man before her.

“Watch your tone with the boss bitch!” Was a snap that came from a third person. A small little man had apparently been sitting behind the desk. She had not even noticed the small figure.

“Mimic that’s enough,” was the calm reply that the man gave to the small man.

“You're here because I made a deal with Shigaraki for you and two other members of the league to be working for me. So for the time being you work for me. I will be putting you in charge of watching over a young girl in my care. Her name is Eri,” was the simple explanation she received from the man as he lifted his right leg to lay his ankle over the top of his left knee as he sat back on the couch watching her as she frowned at him.

So what? This oddball of a man wanted her for what? A babysitter? Even more odd. What was a Yakuza boss doing with some young kid? It all felt off as Rin sat on the couch taking in what the man had to say. She watched him as his hands softly reached up to remove the mask that covered his face now allowing her to take in the view of what was a really handsome man not much older than herself.

“So you made a deal with Shigaraki so you could get a babysitter for some kid?” She asked, arching an eyebrow not at all trying to hide her skepticism.

“Eri has been a bit of a handful. It was pointed out that a female presence in her life may make her a bit better behaved,” was the very vague explanation she got from the man. Now she had to weigh if it was worth pressing for more answers or if she should just take what information she was given and go with it. She couldn’t help it as her lips pressed together as her eyebrows pulled together.

“That still doesn’t exactly answer my question. Am I simply becoming your babysitter now?” She wanted to try and push for more answers to her question. She listened to the man's sigh as he watched her reaction and her push back. She wasn’t a push over and a part of Kai enjoyed that, she was either going to be fun or incredibly annoying.

“If it makes you feel better then yes think of yourself as a babysitter. I need you to help care for and keep the kid happy,” he said simply. Why was it that he was talking so monotone about a kid? Was it his kid? He was a little older than herself. He could easily have a kid since Rin knew women her own age with kids already.

“Alright. How old is she? What times do you want me working? Times and days I’ll be needed here would be nice,” she said simply listing off a few questions that first came to her mind. Hmm if babysitting was all she was needed for then she would need to let Kurogiri know the days and hours so he could portal her in and out. Or so she was thinking.

“You will be staying here. If you're needed I will simply have someone either fetch you or deliver her to your care,” ignoring the questions about the kid Kai simply commented about her request in days and times as if this was a job she would go home and come back to when needed. Oh no that wouldn’t work. He did not want her being any more tainted than she already was. No, she needed to stay where she would remain clean. She needed to remain with him.

“What do you mean I’m staying here? I have no desire to be here away from my friends,” she said, her lips pressing together and her eyebrows pulled down. She was not impressed with being told she was now someone else’s prisoner. Why was it she was once again finding herself a prison, just now she had a new warden. Ugh this was not sitting well with her.

“It’s exactly as I said. A room has been prepared for you. If you need anything please ask Chrono’s and he will assist you the best he can,” Kia said simply though with a tilt of her head and an arch of an eyebrow it became clear she didn’t know who he was talking about. With the wave of a gloved hand the man who had led her through the maze and to Overhaul reached up to remove the plague mask that covered his face.

Rin was met with a much younger face than she expected. He looked to be the same age as Overhaul, so he couldn’t have even been thirty yet. Even with his silver hair he was clearly not much older than she was or Overhaul by her assumption at least. This man’s name was apparently Chrono’s it seemed based on the fact that was what Overhaul called him.

“And what if I refuse to stay?” She asked in a low tone as she pulled her attention away from the silver haired man and back to Overhaul who was now glaring at her as his lips pressed into a firm line.

“You have no choice. If you refuse to behave I will resort to more forceful means,” was the answer she received which upset her even more as she tried not to just blow up at him. Getting mad and striking out would only cause her more issues. And so she sat back and simply crossed her arms over her chest with an upset huff. She had no issues letting her unhappy mood be clear but she didn’t do anything else.

“That will be all. You're free to go till you're needed,” Overhaul said simply, which had her attention pull away from the brunette to the silver haired man who now moved from his spot behind Overhaul and was ready to lead the way to her new room. Rin sighed knowing there was no use arguing as she simply stood up from the couch she was sitting on and watched as Chrono’s headed for the door before she slowly started to follow after him.

Rin remained silent walking behind her escort as he led the way through the white maze of halls. He didn’t seem to have any issues remaining silent and just letting the woman simmer in her own anger. Which is what she did as she wanted nothing more than to slam her fist into the wall angry that she was not allowed to leave. How long was she going to be stuck here? It felt more like Shigaraki had sold her off. She was going to punch that crusty asshole the next time she saw him.

And Dabi? What was Dabi going to do with her gone? Was he going to be mad? Or sad to hear she was gone? Or would he shrug it off and not even care? That last one seemed the most accurate. After all, what was she to the dark haired pyro? Nothing more than a good fuck. And she had just started to get along with everyone and have some freedom. And now she was back to square one. Stuck in a place she didn’t want to be with people she didn’t want to be around. This was hell all over again.

Without a word they came to a stop in front of a random door, or at least it was random to her. How the hell anyone knew where they where or how to get around was a mystery to her. And yet the man who had been leading the way didn’t seem to hesitate or give any issues in knowing where he was as he opened the door to reveal a plain and simple white room. It was fairly large, larger than the one she had at her own home and even larger than the one from the apartment she shared with Dabi. But it almost reminded her of a hospital room with how stark white everything was and the stale smell of cleaner.

“Your meals will be brought to you, when you are needed someone will come and get you. Until then you are expected to remain in your room. If you need anything else just ask,” he said simply as he waited and watched.

“Yeah I have something I need. Let your boss know I’m not a prisoner. I am here to work for him because it is what Shigaraki needs. I refuse to be locked up,” she hissed at the silver haired man even though she still stormed into the room and proceeded to slam the door shut as hard as she could trying to ensure her anger got across.

Now Rin had the issue of wanting to rip out her hair, throw things around and destroy them and burst out in tears. Being left along with herself was not ideal. Even worse was that she missed Dabi. She still didn’t have a clue what had happened the night before. He had run from her and she wanted to know why, had she offended him? Would he now think she just ditched him? Then again why should she feel so upset over him? She tried to remind herself the man didn’t care about her. She wasn’t anything more than the man’s plaything. And yet that thought made her heart ache.

Maybe she should try and enjoy the time away from the league. No need to have to worry about when she would eat next at least. And there was warm water here as well. The bed was clean, the room didn’t look or smell disgusting. She had fresh clothes. Maybe she should try and think of this as a holiday? And yet she still found herself crawling over to the bed and crawling under the blankets as silent tears started to roll down her cheeks. She refused to let anyone hear how upset and shaken she had become.

She had not even been tired when she arrived. But after who knows how long she had been crying she eventually drifted to sleep with tears drying to her cheeks and a pounding headache awaiting her. It wasn’t till a loud knock at her door before it swung open and once again the white cloaked man walked in pushing a cart with a number of plates sitting on top.

They all appeared to be different breakfast options. Large fluffy pancakes, a rice omelet, another had some fried fish, and miso soup with some small sides. It seemed someone was trying to suck up to her with all the different food options that sat before her.

“You’ve been asleep for fourteen hours. It’s time to get up. I’m unaware of what you would eat so Overhaul informed me to have multiple things made for you. Some tea was also made. As well as I brought you some pain killers,” the man said simply as he rolled the cart towards the bed as he watched the woman slowly push herself into a sitting position.

Of course Rin was not at all impressed with being woken up. And her hard glare sent at the silver haired man gave that away. Though his hood wasn’t up and the mask off his face actually gave her a chance to take in his appearance and notice his hair looked like arrows. Kind of odd but then again in this world with quirks you were almost odd for not having something visibly abnormal.

“I am not hungry,” she said simply even though it was a complete lie. And had she been watching she would have noticed the way Chrono’s lips pressed together more unimpressed with her reluctant to just be good.

“That’s fine then. I’ll come back and retrieve the cart whenever the food is gone,” he said, simply having no desire to argue with her nor was he just going to roll over either.

“Fine and while you're at it let Overhaul know I do not appreciate being watched. I’m not a fool I am sure he has a camera or two in this room. He can remove them himself or I’ll do it,” she growled at the man. Although she had no clue where the cameras were, she wasn’t an idiot. Someone had known she cried till her head hurt, they knew she had remained dead to the world asleep not once waking. Only someone watching her would know that. Which meant that there was some way to watch her. And what better way than cameras. After all, anyone could get a small hidden camera, even your average joe could buy a nanny cam or whatever those small cameras were called.

Of course Chrono’s didn't reply as he simply turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. And yet she didn’t hear a lock click. Which led her to believe that the door was unlocked. But what would happen to her if she did leave the room? Was that something she would want to figure out? Ugh her head hurt way too much to think about anything.

She grabbed the two painkillers and the tea as she tossed both pills into her mouth and swallowed them before she softly started to sip at the nice hot tea. Her stomach growled at her demanding food as she sat there eyeing the cart of food. But if Rin had become anything lately it was stupid and stubborn. Whether they were good or bad things she wasn’t sure. Though it was surely going to get her into some trouble. She pushed the cart over towards the door before heading towards one of the other doors in the room. Of course poking her head in proved her assumption was right. A personal bathroom awaited her. A huge bath against one wall. A shower along another with a toilet beside and a large marble counter with the sink lined the third wall.

It was amazing to say the least as it was easily the size of her old bedroom. But once again everything in the room was stark white. How boring. All this white was going to drive her nuts. Pulling her head out of the bathroom she turned her attention to the closet doors now. Walking over she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what was inside. If anything. And yet she still opened the doors to be greeted with a large closet full of a range of outfits. Dresses, skirts, blouses, sleep wear, even a simple white sleeping kimono sat on one hanger, most of it was stuff she would never have bought for herself as it was a lot more girly than she was use to.

Though what unsettled her the most was the fact that it all appeared to be in her size. Well this was not at all creepy. Being forced to grab something clean and fresh to wear she was looking around her eyes darting all over now becoming incredibly paranoid.

“Heaven above. Overhaul if you have cameras in the bathroom I will scoop your own eyes out of their sockets,” she growled as she made her way to the bathroom and slowly started to undress. Luckily the room was bare and empty aside from a toothbrush, toothpaste and a bar of soap that sat on the counter. So it was a little reassuring to think there were no cameras in the room. Getting the shower started she cranked the heat up wanting the room to fill with steam. Still she found her hands covering her body till the room filled with steam and she walked into the shower.

Once again the hot water was heaven against her skin as she nearly melted in the shower. Oh how amazing hot water was to have again. It almost made all this crazy worth it. Almost but not quite. Still she didn’t enjoy thinking about that too much. This nearly felt like she had been kidnapped all over again. But this time by some crazy ass stalker with how this was working out.

Once she had showered she was as quick as possible to wrap a clean white towel around her body once again a little worried about the thought that cameras may be in the bathroom watching her. Geez how was she ever going to be able to go to the bathroom without the fear of some freak watching her. Yeah no she was going to have to have a discussion with Overhaul about this situation, and being fucking watched.

With the new clothes on and her hair still wet she started to pace the bedroom feeling far to antsy to do anything else. Nor was there anything to do anyways. She had no phone, no computer, no books, no nothing. The room was completely bare. At some point she was cursing Overhaul out as she paced, not even caring as she was sure the man could hear and see her.

Lunch rolled around and no new cart of food since the one from that morning still sat by the door untouched, the food having gone cold long ago. Of course she was acting like a child so she shouldn’t have been surprised when she was also treated like one. That didn’t stop her from acting as a child as she stormed around the bedroom. It was probably a good thing the bedroom was empty because she probably would have started to destroy things within the room otherwise.

It wasn't till dinner time rolled around as the food was still left untouched that a knock came from her door. She didn’t invite the person in but still that didn't stop the doorknob from turning and the door swinging open. Though it was a little surprising to see it was Overhaul who was the one that came to her. And here Rin had thought the man would have simply hidden behind some screen and simply watched her. But here he was strolling into her room. A dark mask on his face which he removed once in the room. But the gloves on his hands remained. Hmm how odd it was that even in his own home the man dressed like a doctor ready to go for surgery. Hmm was he a Mysophobia? It would make sense why he was so well covered. Yet if that was the case why remove the mask? Ugh her head still hurts too much to be thinking about things so hard.

“What do you want?” she snapped at the man who didn't even blink an eye at her hostility.

“You have not eaten today,” was the calm and collected voice that met her.

“I will tell you the same thing I told Chrono’s. I am not hungry,” She said, still holding onto her childish antics. To which she watched his lips press together unimpressed with her answer it seemed.

“I know you're upset but must you really choose such childish antics?” He asked his tone giving away his unhappiness.

“Well you’ve clearly been stalking me or something. So you shouldn’t be so surprised,” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

“I have done no such thing. I simply had Chrono’s look into you before having you come here,” He said simply, though that still didn't exactly soothe her worries very much.

“So what, you just ordered your lackey to go to my home and search it for my clothing size? Yet clearly he did not pay any attention to my tastes in clothes,” she watched him closely, not exactly happy to think that silver haired man was rummaging through her bra and panties drawer to learn her size.

“It was needed to ensure that what was bought would fit you. After all, you couldn't be allowed to wear your filthy clothes here that could contaminate my home,” Ah well there was her answer to her earlier thought. It seemed the man before her did indeed have some issues with dirt or the fear of germs and things being contaminated.

“And what about the camera’s? I am not a moron I am sure you have some in this room,” she growled at him. And yet he didn't deny it as he watched her.

“I have cameras all over. It's needed to ensure the safety of the place. You do not need to worry no one but me will see anything,” He said simply as if that would make her happy. Rin had to resist the urge to groan at the stupidity of the man before her.

“Whatever. Why are you here? Surely you could have sent your lackey here to have this discussion with me?” She was curious to know why the leader himself was here talking with her.

“You may not think so, but you are a welcomed guest. It would have been rude of me to not come and try to sooth you myself,” Kai said simply as he stood there watching the woman as she pouted. Well at least he was smart enough to know sending someone else to deal with her would only have made her far more upset.

Next Chapter

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Do I Look Like I Knew That

Prompt: Do I Look Like I Knew That?

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Ineffable Husbands

Crowley still can’t believe that they’ve made it here. After everything, after six thousand years, they have finally managed to set things straight and buy a cottage – although they are of course keeping the book shop because anything else would be unthinkable.

Still, here they are. He would thank God every day for that if the subject weren’t still a little touchy with him, and he has an idea that she wouldn’t answer anyway, because she never does.

Currently, Aziraphale is reading and Crowley is lying on the couch, being very content with just staring at his angel because he can.

Now and then, one of them will say something or other, but mostly they are happy to be silent together.

Until Aziraphale raises his head and says, “I have to say, dear, I am still surprised that you had no idea that Jane Austen wrote books.”

“Do I look like I knew that?” he asks lazily, not caring one bit. He and good old Jane had a lot of fun together back in the day, if she wanted to write books in her spare time, that’s fine by him.

“Still… next thing you’ll see you know nothing about Edith Wharton.”

“As if anyone would forget her” Crowley says immediately. “The good angel of Paris. The kind of charity she undertook in World War I was really something…” While he was technically supposed to delight in wars and the Inquisition and other things the humans came up with, Crowley has always held to having principles, and sometimes… To this day he can’t really visit Spain without shuddering.

Another moment of silence, but this was is startled and Crowley groans when he realizes what that means. “Oh don’t tell me. She wrote something too?”

“She was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Age of Innocence…”

Oh. Good for her. Remembering all she did, she most definitely deserved it, and if Aziraphale likes it, it must be rather good, too. “Glad to hear it” he therefore says.

Aziraphale looks at him with that fondness in his eyes he never bothers to hide anymore, and Crowley couldn’t be happier, no matter how many other people who wrote books are unknown to him.

They are taking a walk, holding hands because they can. The inhabitants of South Downs quickly grew used to them so nobody blinks an eye these days.

It’s a beautiful October day, the kind that makes not even Crowley sorry to be a snake, because the sun is out.

Aziraphale waves at Mrs. Folly, the kind old lady who is their closest neighbour and was the first to approach them with cookies and greetings, one of which his angel appreciated more than the other, although he would never openly show that, naturally.

“So where do you want to have lunch, dear?” Aziraphale asks and he shrugs because as long as they are together, it doesn’t matter to him one bit.

“Wherever you want, Angel.”

Aziraphale beams and Crowley thinks he’ll let him choose forever if this is the reaction he gets.

They are spending an evening home, and it feels so homely and wonderful that Crowley has actually curled up into a snake and slid unto Aziraphale’s lap. Now and then, he will pat him, causing him to hiss in contentment. It’s alright, Aziraphale knows the difference between that and his annoyed hisses when he gets woken up from his nap.

He eventually glances upwards because he really wants to know what Aziraphale is reading – he doesn’t have to know – and it’s –

Of course it would be the one they talked about. He doesn’t roll his eyes. Barely. He can’t imagine that Aziraphale hasn’t already read that particular work several hundred times, like so many other things…

His thoughts drift off as his angel continues to read, and he finds himself wondering if there are any other authors he doesn’t know about – no, that’s not what he means – if there are other people he knew and thought he knew well who wrote books. When it comes to Jane Austen, she’s apparently even primarily known for her novels, or that’s what the angel said, which he can’t help but feel she would have laughed at. A good sense of humour was one of her best characteristics, after all…

Edith Wharton wasn’t as quick to laugh, but she was always quick to help, and that counted for something, back then, Crowley actually spent quite a bit of time in France in World War I – and might have sometimes supported her charities while being very careful that Hell didn’t hear. They were always very touchy when it comes to this.

All of this is now behind them, though, and he relaxes into a comfortable nap as Aziraphale pats him once more.

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[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

as far as emotional intimacy is concerned, to start there... it's something that doesn't come easy to him, but at the same time, it's extremely important to him. he needs to be able to be open about his feelings, and admittedly... that's scary for him generally speaking- nini is the one person he knows he can always talk to about anything in his life. he needs to be able to share his feelings, he has a lot of them, he's a cancer, so... that's v much a thing. he puts a lot of his feelings into music... and that's important too, but- being able to talk about all his Issues in his life is good for him. in terms of physically, he can be a very clingy person- but honestly, it's another thing where he has to get very comfortable with someone to be touchy with them. he's not quick to anything- but like- with nini... in most cases- he's known her his entire life. and there's just- something so strong between them in terms of trust and such. he takes comfort in her. and touch is def one of his big love languages. he needs the reassurance in her presence.

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ricky's relationship with his parents... goodness... yeah that's a complicated subject to say the least. growing up- his mom is the parent he talked to about like- the feelings stuff. she's the one he went to to confide in. he had a good relationship with his dad, he always has, but- they don't really like- talk about the hard stuff. his parents fought a lot, especially as time went on, and that took a toll on him, and so did when his mom started to travel so much for work... since she was the parent he always would talk to. his parents both contributed to his affinity for music. his dad's old record collection, and his mom teaching him to play the piano as a child... but we'll put it this way- ricky's abandonment issues stem largely from his parents divorce and his mom's leaving... and then he always had to be the one to call. and then finding out she was so quickly with someone else... it HURT. he's not good with people leaving. he's scared of not being enough. his mom's not quite disapproval, but... lack of favor for his relationship with nini also... stings... though he knows it comes from fear of his relationship being like hers with his dad. he gets closer with his dad when it's just the two of them, but mike's just- not as good at the hard conversations. his relationship with his mom is complicated... once she moves away to chicago... it's really hard sometimes... and while she does come around... it's never quite like it used to be. and honestly... that's a very sad thing.

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ricky's type is nini- end of story

but to get like- more serious on this subject... i think in some ways you could say he for sure has a type, but- not so much physically. he's drawn to people who understand him, on one hand, but on the other... he deeply craves validation... as someone who doesn't expect it from people, he needs it bad sometimes... so the kind of people he likes- are definitely people who can give him that, one way or another. he's also v much a relationship type of person, he needs stability... bc- abandonment issues... and while i'd say generally he attracts things that Are healthy for him, it's complicated at times because of these strong attachments and potential dependencies. he NEEDS to be able to trust someone- to be with them. and so like- a friendship first is typically a prerequisite... he does love a dreamer- also- someone with ambition, which is something- he arguably lacks, though the ambition isn't the problem so much (in my mind) as his lack of belief in himself because others don't believe in him or show him any reason to believe he's worth much...

[pencilofawesomeness]

Danny blamed the new environment for his forgetfulness. Getting used to university life was a lot, and getting used to Gotham was even more. Danny liked to think he handled it well, and Gotham with her perpetual musty ectoplasm grew on him quicker than he imagined, but he could only allocate so much brainpower to this stuff, and that meant that the passage of time evaded him, and so did his Death Day. Whoops.

Granted, he didn’t have the familiar ghosts of Amity clearing out in a polite gesture or even hovering nearby to help alleviate the symptoms. Death days were touchy subjects and private moments; it went unspoken not to heckle each other on those days. 

Nobody here knew his Death Day in advance, of course. Aside from this being his first year, he wasn’t part of the community yet, even though he was quickly becoming respected by reputation and might. (There weren’t even as many fully realized Realms ghosts around anyway.) However, when Danny ducked into an alley to ride out the phantom (ha) pains of being electrocuted for the fourth time in his life, halfway through he became distantly aware of another ectobeing hovering over him, solid and comforting hands on his shoulders. It must have been obvious to a spectral passerby what was happening. Back in Amity, or in the depths of the Realms, no stranger would approach without implicit permission, but etiquette was different in Gotham. He was still learning, but ghosts tended to be even more brazen—for good or bad. This one hadn’t done anything yet, so Danny doubted they would. He simply let it be and resolved to cringe over it later. 

With the realization he wasn’t alone, the delirium started to fade, slowly but surely. That was worse than the pain, in Danny’s opinion. The pain fucking sucked, and he hated the way his body spasmed, but he was used to all manner of injury. It wasn’t as jarring anymore. 

Danny heaved for breath, belatedly realizing he shot himself in the foot by having this episode in living form. What a fucking idiot. Granted, he was already an idiot for spending today anywhere but his bed. Or maybe in the Far Frozen. Ah, well, the worst of it was over and Danny would endeavor to do better next year. (And the next year. And the next. And the next.) That was all there was to it, now.

“I can’t believe I gotta go through that every year,” Danny bemoaned with a weak chuckle. His throat rasped. Had he screamed this year? Ancients he hoped not. He couldn’t decide if that would be more or less embarrassing in front of a stranger—although one who might be a neighbor. Gotham ghosts didn’t like wandering far from their haunt or person of interest, even though the city itself was one massive territory thanks to the city spirit. Okay, yeah, Danny settled on being embarrassed. 

His companion stiffened, pulling back as Danny tried to straighten himself, rubbing and blinking the annoying black spots from his eyes from the fake-electrocution. 

“Kid?” a tight, deep voice questioned. “You with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s over,” Danny assured. “Mine is at least quick.” He leaned back and finally got a good look at the guy who decided to keep him company. He reminded Danny a little of himself, tall and dark haired, except with broader shoulders. Very… solid broad shoulders…

Shit, wait. Was this guy alive?!

Danny miscalculated. Another gigantic L for today. Fantastic. 

“Sure, sure,” mysterious living guy muttered, before scrutinizing him with a crease of worry. “How many fingers am I holding up? What was the last thing you remember?”

“Three, and uh… I remember walking back here. Yeah.” What was he supposed to say? This was suddenly not a safe place, even though the guy didn’t seem predatory in the classic Gotham fashion. Just concerned. That almost made it worse, because Danny couldn’t bail on that. 

The man dragged a hand down his face with a ragged huff. “Shit, kid, I thought you were about to OD from heroin, or something, but you’re suddenly lucid. What the fuck was that? And don’t bother lying. No cops are going to be involved.” 

Oh. Ohhhhh. This guy must have seen Danny twitching and delirious. In a dirty alley. In Gotham. The least favorite part of Gotham for the living, in fact, called “Crime Alley” in a stunning display of creativity. Of course he must have thought it was something like that. 

If Danny was smart, he would roll with it. Maybe make up some BS about trying mushrooms for the first time and use it to skedaddle away. However, as established for the day, Danny was a fucking idiot, so instead he opened his big, unfiltered, idiotic mouth and blurted, “Overdosing looks like being electrocuted?”

“...what?”

Good job, Danny. “What?” he parroted dumbly. Now would be a good time to slide into the earth and become one with the Gunk of Gotham. 

Wait. Wait. He might be near the infamous ectoplasmic Sewer Slide but he hadn’t mistaken the pulse of a core, weak though it was. This guy was solid and breathing but he was ecto-tainted enough to be more than just tainted. He still very much was an ecto-being, surely, so Danny actually hadn’t messed up. As much.

While the guy was busy gaping at him incredulously, Danny scrutinized him back, reaching out with his core experimentally. A weak and sludgy thing pinged back, clearly surprising the guy. Okay, so that was a dirty, tiny core. Not a full one. The guy was more alive than Danny was, in the sense that his core was more of an accessory than a core. It was on the tip of his tongue. If Frostbite showed up right now with an ecto-being pop quiz, he would fail it right now. Though this had to be a rare one, in his defense. 

Well, whatever he was, the state of his ectoplasm was sad and rancid. Poor guy. 

“What are you even on right now?” said poor guy asked, leaning back with a sort of battle-ready wariness Danny recognized in a lot of Gothamites, spectre or not. However, his sad little core pulsed in time with Danny’s, hungry and desperate. Has he ever had any good ectoplasm? Sheesh. 

Unless. Maybe this guy was like those sad shades or blobs that got perpetually stuck in the Gunk and had rotten cores for it. This guy didn’t seem too far gone though. Or like he was unable to physically leave the Sewer Slide. Still, he clearly had to ask for a reason. 

Ah, fuck it. Even if Danny wanted to crawl under his covers and still his jittery nerves, he couldn’t leave this guy hanging. Especially after he tried to help Danny, despite being very wrong about it. 

“I can get you to some ectoplasm,” Danny promised. “The good stuff. It’ll take some time, but it’ll fix all… that.” He smiled in good humor, gesturing vaguely to his core. “And your earlier offer extends to me as well. No cops involved. As you can tell now, I’m more like you than you think.” He paused awkwardly. “And definitely not overdosing on anything. But thanks for checking.”

The guy—a revenant, maybe, or some other undead or something—narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Carefully. Well, if he thought there was a catch—or if he could eat Danny—then he was sorely mistaken. Danny understood what it was like to be a clueless baby ecto-being, so he wouldn’t mess around with this, coming down from a death echo or not. 

“Sure,” the guy finally said. “Show me where you got this… ectoplasm.”

DpxDc #17

What a (death) day.

Jason was going to kill whoever was selling drugs to kids in the alley.

The boy on the ground was shaking, barely breathing, and coughing up blood. The poor guy was coming down from a seizure, almost suffocating on his own spit.

Luckily, Jason saw him on time and was able to help put him in a safe position. He almost had a heart attack seeing a kid having an overdose in a lonely alley.

He rubbed the kid's back, trying to stimulate breathing, begging internally for his heart to keep beating.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The black-haired teenager kept mumbling between breaths, muscles twitching like a dying bug.

Jason could only try and help as much as he could. He wasn't going to call an ambulance, since unfortunately, there was a high chance that his call was going to be rejected due to the location and nature of the emergency.

Drug overdose was too common; they would tell you to make sure they don't choke and hang up on you.

"I'm sorry..."

"Shh... It's alright, you're going to be okay..."

.

.

.

What a shitty, shitty day.

It hit him like a truck, the pain in his chest.

He was just walking back to his hotel room after visiting Gotham University, when it started.

Danny compleatly fucking forgot about his death day.

He was able to drag himself into an empty alley, trying not to die of embarrassment as he was starting to feel his arm tingle.

This was going to suck.

[calummss]

Jealous | Kylo Ren

masterlist

summary: kylo gets jealous of general hux

requested by: anon and @zak-bagans-writes

words: 800

a/n: repost

‘Hey, Y/N!’ you heard General Hux shout over the loudspeakers.

Ugh

You were still in your sleep attire, groaning and yawning. You woke up to an empty bed, but you didn’t mind it. Kylo was a very busy and respected person, and after Supreme Leader Snoke was killed (by yours truly), he was bombarded with responsibilities that took up most of his time. You walked out of the minimalistic room and slipped into your daily work clothes. When you entered the hallway you were greeted with loads of bows and formal greetings but that didn’t stop one person.

‘Oh look.’ you made eye contact with Armitage. ‘Someone finally decided to wake up and get to work.’ he started to clap so slowly, the other Generals had no clue if he was joking or not.

You saluted him with a big smile, approaching the big screen in the middle of the room. It already had scanned the many routes to victory against the Resistance.

‘You’re late.’ Armitage stood next to you, pulling more files from the drive.

‘Oh please,’ you laughed. ‘Doesn’t dating the Supreme Leader grant me special treatment.’

General Hux stared at you with a blank expression, desperately looking at staff behind you to come save him.

‘Oh my god,’ you squealed in irony. ‘You’re jealous because I get to kiss the Supreme Leader.’ your hands found themselves over your mouth.

‘Very funny.’ he smirked.

You continue to laugh at your own statement before he explaind the continued mission for the final defeat of the Resistance.

Wholehearted laughs filled the room whenever you and Armitage worked together. Ever since he was stationed on the Finalizer you were actually happy to not work alone anymore. Hours later you finished off the last tasks that needed your attention and high fived the Stormtrooper that was going to be the look out for tonight. Walking along the halls you were greeted with good nights and headed towards the private wing. You typed in the code and the door slid open to reveal Kylo pacing around the large foyer.

‘Do you like him?’

You furrowed your eyebrows and stepped into the room.

‘Like who?’ you answered, eyes following his every movement.

‘General Hux.’

‘Well yes, of course I do. We understand each other and he makes work so much more fun.’ you let yourself fall onto the couch.

‘But you like him more than that?’ his expression grew more angry.

‘Like in a love kind of way?’ you sat back up.

He nodded.

‘Of course not!’ you stood up. ‘Why would you even think that?’

‘Came to mind.’

‘Came to mind?’

‘Yes.’ he took off his robes and started to undress.

‘You don’t have to worry, Kylo, I don’t like him that way and besides, why would I ever stop loving you.’ you tilted your head up to give him a kiss.

The next day you went back to headquarters, greeted by none other than Admiral Hux, who was already holding on to your papers.

‘Busy day?’ you snatched the pile from his hands.

‘I guess so.’ he said, following your footsteps. ‘We’re almost ready to launch the Starkiller.’

‘The hard work has paid off. Fantastic.’ you smiled.

‘You know, you should be proud of yourself.’ Hux threw his arm around your shoulder pulling you close.

‘I know but I-‘ you managed to say before you were interrupted.

‘Why the hell are you talking to her so much?’

You turned back to see Kylo step into the room. Admiral retreated his arm from you in an instance and straightened up.

‘My apologies, Supreme Leader. We were just getting comfortable.’

‘Comfortable?’

‘Yes,’ Hux said. ‘Like friends do.’

‘Y/N, with me!’ Kylo said before storming off into the halls.

Your paper pile scattered across the floor, muttering a quick sorry and heading after him.

‘Kylo.’ you yelled after him but he wasn’t stopping. ‘Hey, come on.’

When Kylo finally stopped, you were in the back of some unused wing of the Finalizer with no one around.

‘What’s your problem?’ you shouted at him, annoyed that he had just stormed off.

‘My problem is General Hux. I should’ve gotten rid of him when I had the chance.’

‘Woah-woah-woah. Hold on, what did he do?’ you knitted your eyes.

‘He’s too...touchy.’

‘Touchy?’

‘Yes, touchy.’ Kylo pulled his helmet off to reveal his raven curls.

You stepped in front of him poking into his sides, trying to get him to smile.

‘Am I being too touchy?’ you raised your brow.

‘Y/N,’ he sighed. ‘Stop trying to change the subject.’

‘I’m not.’ you confessed. ‘Hux and I are great friends and understand each other. He made me feel welcome when no one else did.’ you began to poke his sides again.

Kylo too started to poke your sides and soon enough you were engulfed in a tickle fight in the back hallway of an abandoned wing. Your heart felt warm as Kylo’s arms braced themselves around you. He was smiling. A rare smile he only gave when he was truly happy, and you were glad that you were his true happiness.

[bringbackmaes14]

My mom has her TV on in her room almost 24/7 and it's always on some news outlet or other. We talk a lot about politics and world/national/local events. And we do have a lot of varying views on a lot of things but we're both adults who are capable of saying "well we've both stated we have differing opinions and it's clear that we're actually arguing at this point and not just talking so let's put away the topic for now." But there are also other times where I'm just too overwhelmed by my own life to think about what's going on in the bigger world around me, so my mom knows to be hesitant to bring up news stuff with me (i.e. she doesn't just start talking about politics/world events with me rather she'll ask if I'm in the mindset to discuss things when she wants my opinion on something). This is all relevant.

We've always been able to talk about nearly everything from the economy to the school system to human rights to human tragedy and we've never tried to censor ourselves around each other (outside of getting too emotional with our language). But about two weeks ago when the United Healthcare CEO was assassinated, my mom, who is in her 50s, came to me and she said "Did you see that the CEO of United Healthcare got unalived?"

And I just sat there and looked at her completely confused and she was like "did you not hear about it? It's all over the news. It happened in clear view on the street." Like the problem was that I hadn't heard of the event not that my Gen-X mother had just in a real life conversation said the word "unalived".

And I told her as much. "Yes I've heard that. Why did you say 'unalived' instead of 'murdered'?

And she told me that she just thought that since I'm touchy about heavier topics sometimes (which is definitely true, that does occasionally happen) she thought it would be better to just not use the "heavy" words. I asked her if she realized, honestly, how stupid that was because regardless of the word she used, she was still talking about a murder, it didn't change the subject matter, she was only making the subject matter seem less significant and severe by changing the word to baseless internet lingo that a bunch of misguided, clout-chasing influencers spread.

She hadn't. She's doesn't use the Internet replacement words a lot, online or otherwise. This was a first. She thought this was a different situation, and a fine one to use it in, and like the above stories people shared, it's still not.

I'm allowed to say there are days where I want to avoid heavier topics because I'm overwhelmed. I'm allowed to not ever really discuss certain topics because they actually trigger me based on my own experiences. But people who are out here living their whole lives like just talking about about difficult or controversial topics, or asking questions about it, or enjoying media where it's portrayed (especially when it's actually portrayed respectfully) are being ridiculous, and they're handicapping themselves. They're never going to learn how to talk about hard things, or how to handle hard things. And honestly I feel bad for them.

Luckily, in my case, once I explained why my mom saying what she said was incredibly weird and honestly devaluing to the conversation, she backtracked and told me that (like I said above) she doesn't talk like that regularly and she has no intention to start; it's just that this was a huge news event and that day had been particularly rough for me emotionally and she wasn't sure how to approach it. So her intentions were good and I'm very lucky that she understands and also agrees that the Internet censorship language is incredibly unnecessary.

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor

[doll-elvis]

Do you believe Priscilla’s book is truthful? Everyone says Elvis was horrible and abusive towards her but she’s retracted several parts of the book since then, and none of his other serious girlfriends have described Elvis in the way Priscilla has. He definitely wasn’t a saint but idk.

disclaimer: these are just my opinions that I’ve gathered from reading books and watching interviews, and those aren’t always able to paint the full picture of Elvis, and I never knew him personally, so nothing I say is definitive ofc

But I will say, just from what Elvis had admitted himself, he definitely had a temper like Priscilla had mentioned a few times. (there’s a great interview from August 17, 1962 on YouTube where Elvis talks very candidly about himself, his mother, relationships and his career, I recommend !!)

And from my understanding his temper would go from 1-100, he would do something, like shoot a tv set or one time lisa marie’s ice machine because it made too much noise, and then instantly regret it, be very apologetic, and replace said broken item. Anita, Joyce Bova, Linda, Sheila, Ginger to name a couple have witnessed and talked about these outbursts but none of them have described these outbursts as “abusive” which is what many people assume of Elvis after reading Priscilla’s book.

But again this just makes him human. We have all blown up and said or done something we regret.

Ginger Alden has said “I wanted to make it clear to his fans that 98 per cent of the time Elvis was in a great mood”

I think that’s very important to show that his outbursts of anger were very infrequent and to judge him off that other 2% is just unfair. Like all these documentaries about him will ignore all the good he has done and make a showcase of the few bad things he has done.

As for another one of Priscilla’s claims I think the biggest one that comes to mind is the accusations of the assault that reportedly took place in 1972 after she informed Elvis of wanting to leave the relationship.

Since the 1985 biography she has reportedly said the depiction of the event was an “overstatement”

This is touchy subject and the main thing is no one but Elvis and Priscilla were there, they are the only ones who know, so I don’t feeling comfortable saying whether it happened or not, and it’s not my place to decide either.

I cannot write her book off as completely untruthful, but like all books about elvis, I think some things were made to seem bigger than they actually were. again I will be curious to see how they approach this in the upcoming movie

and to quote elvis real quick “before you abuse, criticize and accuse, walk a mile in my shoes”

[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

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