#tone indicator light hearted and affectionate

[glacierclear]

Your art, (even long before the Life is Strange stuff, like for years now), makes me wish I was a lesbian woman instead of a cis, bi man.

anon im gonna hold your hand when i say this

[celestialxgarden]

What color is your AURA?

𓇬 𓇬 Masterlist with all my previous readings. 𓇬 𓇬

Pile 1

Your aura is green. There are some blue undertones, but I’m mainly seeing green.

You seem to be operating mostly from your heart chakra. A lot of energy is being generated from your heart.

You have a very romantic and harmonious disposition. I feel like you embody a lot of grace quite effortlessly. There are also some soft pink tones coming from your aura. I feel like you are a very beautiful person and you radiate that out.

You have a very open and receptive heart space. I feel like there’s a lot of love that you want to give to people. I get the idea that you believe that every person is deserving of receiving love and adoration. You have a very kind and caring nature. You are very intuned with the energies of others. I feel like you always strive to create a balanced and harmonious atmosphere. I get the idea that you tend to avoid conflict. You don’t like to surround yourself with chaotic energies. I do think that if you find yourself in drama, that you would try to create peace. I feel like you have a lot of understanding and sympathy for others. You come across as a very affectionate and loving person.

A green aura is typically indicative of someone that is able to love unconditionally.

I also saw that your root chakra might be blocked. This usually stems from a place of fear. I feel like there are some issues when it comes to your personal power and security. There is a disconnection with your base needs and the wants of your heart. You could potentially have some sexual blockages as well.

I get the idea that you might feel a lack of control over your own life. I feel like you are more focused on the wants and needs of other people that you struggle to meet your own. There is this energy of feeling unsafe and anxious. I feel like you could have issues with standing up for yourself. I also get the idea that you struggle when things happen outside of your control. When there are outside forces influencing your life. I feel like it makes you feel powerless. It would be beneficial for you to try and balance your Muladhara center. You could do this by chanting the seed sound “LANG”.

Repetition of this mantra deepens concentration, gives awareness and inner strength. It helps with taking away insecurities.

It would also be favorable to avoid unpleasant smells.

Pile 2

Right now, your aura has a muted orange color that is barley visible. It’s looks like your aura is being covered or suppressed in some way. There is a heaviness surrounding your energy.

I feel like your aura has the potential to be extremely bright and radiant.

I get the impression that you are a very sensitive and empathetic person. That you often take things to heart. You are very easily influenced by the energies of other people and I think that this has something to do with the state of your aura.

I get the vibe that you’re a deeply caring and compassionate person. Your energy feels very watery, it can therefore easily get polluted or influenced by outside sources. This is because water in itself is a very pure substance.

I feel like there is a lot of negative energy around you at this time. It almost feels like you are energetically in a state of hiding. That you are trying to make yourself unseen in order to protect yourself. I feel like you could also be isolating yourself at this time. I get the impression that you used to be very social and outgoing in the past. That you were very spontaneous and cheerful. It feels as if your losing your confidence and becoming more insecure.

There is so much warmth and radiance buried within you. I feel like you are such a friendly and sweet person. You are someone that can offer a lot of joy and happiness to other people. You have a very encouraging and uplifting essence.

I think that you have the potential to radiate a very bright and inspiring light.

If I look at your aura without all of the heaviness, it has a very bright orange/yellow color. It is very vibrant and uplifting. It has a very stimulating quality to it. It make you feel awake and energized. It gives vitality and optimism.

I think it’s important that you dedicate a lot of time to self care. That you really try to nurture and nourish yourself at this time. I feel like you’ve been neglecting yourself a bit, so I think it’s time to make yourself more of a priority. I also think it’s important to make yourself feel happy. Do something that will make you feel joy, that will give you a sense of hope again.

Pile 3

You have a mainly blue and turquoise aura. Your aura feels very calm and serene. I feel like you are someone that has no problem with staying calm under pressure. I feel like you almost never get stressed. You come across as being a very peaceful and relaxed person.

I get the impression that you’ve totally surrendered to God or the universe. There is a lot of trust there. I feel like you believe that everything happens for a reason, so there’s no need to stress yourself.

I feel like you are more detached when it comes to outcomes. You have a lot of faith in the universe and that it knows what’s best for you. I do believe that this has come over time and this trust was really something that you had to learn.

Some people could perceive you as being more aloof or indifferent.

You seem to be disinterested in a lot of mundane things. You seem to be very much in your own world. Something about you feels a bit distant. I get the feeling that you don’t like letting people inside and that you prefer to be alone.

I also get the impression that it’s easy for you to read other people and to understand what is going on with them internally, but it’s difficult for others to read you. People often wonder about what’s going on in your head. I think they sometimes perceive you as being a bit cold or unemotional, but you’re actually very in touch with your emotions. You seem like someone that is very emotionally stable.

I do feel like you have a lot of compassion for others and that you’re able to feel things very deeply.

Your aura also has a very healing and comforting vibe to it. It feels very soothing. There is a very pure and innocent quality to it.

I get the idea that you’re a very intuitive person. You’re very receptive to divine guidance. I feel like you have a heightened sense of awareness and perception.

There are some shades of this cinnamon, bronze like color. Which give you a very stable and down to earth disposition. It makes you a reliable and dependable person. People who have this color are typically very honest and also have a lot of integrity. I also feel like you have a sense of humbleness and humility about you.

Thank you for reading 🌙

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[d-targaryenshoe]

Blissful Banter- Luke Thompson

Word count: 1432

Summary: Yet a lie detector brings fun to one's connection even the truth likes to be discovered.

Luke glanced at the lie detector machine with skepticism and amusement.

You sat across from him with a playful smile on your face.

You had been together for a little over a year, and despite your age gap—Luke being thirty-six and you twenty-five, you had developed a deep and affectionate relationship.

However, you both had a teasing nature, often poking fun at each other in a way that only made your bond stronger.

Today, you decided to put your playful banter to the test, literally, by trying out a lie detector test.

"Are you sure about this?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the technician prepare the equipment.

"Absolutely," you replied, your voice light with excitement. "I’ve always wanted to see if you could lie to me with a straight face."

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. "I don’t lie, love. I’m an open book."

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "Sure, and I’m the Queen of England."

The technician, a stern-looking man in his fifties, adjusted the sensors on Luke’s wrist.

"Remember, the machine will measure changes in your physiological responses," he explained in a monotone. "So try to relax."

"Easy for you to say," Luke muttered under his breath. He caught your amused gaze and winked. "Bring it on."

With the machine ready, the technician nodded at you to start.

"Okay, let’s start with something simple," you said, crossing your legs and leaning back in your chair. "Who’s your favorite character in Bridgerton?"

Luke smirked. "Benedict, of course. How can I not."

The lie detector remained steady, confirming his truthfulness.

"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your own character."

Luke laughed, shaking his head. "Anthony’s too uptight. And Colin is the opposite of Ben, cool, confident, and irresistible."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. "Alright, Mr. Confident. Let’s see if you’re as honest about other things."

You leaned forward, your tone turning teasingly. "Do you like my cooking?"

Luke hesitated for a fraction of a second, a split-second that didn’t escape your notice.

"Of course I do," he replied, his voice a tad too enthusiastic.

The machine beeped softly, indicating a small spike.

You gasped, your eyes wide with mock indignation. "You liar! I knew you didn’t like my quinoa salad!"

Luke chuckled, shrugging. "It’s not that I don’t like it, I just... prefer your lasagna."

"Mm-hmm," you said, squinting at him playfully. "I’ll remember that next time you ask for seconds."

The atmosphere between you was light and full of affection, with the lie detector test turning into a fun game rather than a serious interrogation.

You both knew that these little white lies—like Luke’s opinion on quinoa—were part of what made your relationship so enjoyable.

"Alright, my turn," Luke said, sitting up a bit straighter. "Do you secretly think I’m too old for you?"

Your expression softened as you considered your answer. "Truthfully? No, I don’t think you’re too old for me. I love that you’re a bit older. It makes me feel like I have someone who’s mature and knows what he wants."

The machine stayed silent, confirming your truthfulness.

Luke’s heart warmed at your words, and he smiled, reaching across the table to take your hand. "I’m glad to hear that."

You squeezed his hand in return, then leaned back with a mischievous grin. "But just to keep things interesting… Do you ever get jealous when I talk about how attractive Simone Ashley is?"

Luke’s grin turned into a mock scowl. "Jealous? Me? Never." But the lie detector’s soft beep betrayed him.

You burst out laughing. "I knew it! You’re jealous."

Luke raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, fine, maybe just a little. But can you blame me? She's an absolute gem."

"True," you agreed, still giggling. "But don’t worry, you’re the only one for me."

You shared a tender moment, the banter giving way to genuine affection.

Luke realized that despite the light-hearted nature of the test, it was reaffirming what you both knew deep down—that you were crazy about each other, quirks and all.

"Okay, back to business," Luke said, clearing his throat. "How much did you actually know about Bridgerton before we started dating?"

You blushed slightly, biting your lip. "Honestly? Not much. I might have watched a couple of episodes before, but I wasn’t really into it until I met you."

The machine remained silent, and Luke smiled. "So, you started watching it just because of me?"

"Maybe," you admitted, your cheeks still pink. "I mean, it was worth it to understand your character."

Luke laughed, feeling touched. "That’s sweet. I’ll give you that one."

"Your turn," you said, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Did you really think I was into you on our first date, or did you think I was just being polite?"

Luke chuckled, remembering your first date. "I was pretty sure you were into me. I mean, who wouldn’t be?"

You raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for the lie detector’s verdict.

The machine, however, remained steady, backing up Luke’s confidence.

"Wow, someone’s cocky," you teased, though you were impressed.

"What can I say?" Luke replied, grinning. "I’ve got a sixth sense for these things."

You shook your head, as though you were smiling. "Alright, Mr. Sixth Sense. Here’s a tough one—have you ever lied to me about something important?"

Luke’s smile faltered slightly as he thought about the question.

He wanted to answer quickly and truthfully, but the seriousness of the question caught him off guard.

"No," he said finally, his tone sincere. "I haven’t lied to you about anything important."

The lie detector agreed with him, showing no signs of deception.

You smiled softly, your eyes filled with warmth. "Good. I believe you."

Luke exhaled, realizing just how much your trust meant to him. "I’d never lie to you about something that mattered. You’re too important to me."

For a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted to something deeper, a reminder of the solid foundation you had built together despite your age difference and different life experiences.

"Okay," you said, clearing your throat and lightening the mood again.

"Let’s end on a fun one. Have you ever pretended to be interested in one of my hobbies just because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?"

Luke laughed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. "You mean like when I pretended to enjoy that pottery class?"

You gasped, your eyes wide with faux outrage. "You didn’t enjoy it?"

"The clay was all over the place, and I made a bowl that looked more like a pancake," Luke admitted, grinning. "But I did it because I wanted to spend time with you."

The lie detector stayed silent, indicating that he was telling the truth.

You giggled, shaking your head. "Okay, I’ll give you that. But I actually thought your pancake bowl was pretty cute."

"Thanks," Luke said, smiling. "But let’s stick to your cooking from now on."

You laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Deal. But only if you promise to keep watching Bridgerton with me, even when there’s no more Simon Basset."

Luke leaned across the table, capturing your lips in a quick, affectionate kiss. "Deal."

As you wrapped up the lie detector session, Luke realized that the test, while initially just a bit of fun, had brought you closer.

The playful teasing, the honest confessions, and the laughter reminded you both of why you worked so well together.

Despite the differences in your ages, your relationship was built on trust, understanding, and a shared sense of humor.

"Well, that was fun," you said as you stood up, stretching after being seated for so long. "We should do this again sometime."

"Only if you’re ready to admit that I’m your favorite Bridgerton," Luke replied with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, as though you were smiling. "We’ll see about that. Maybe I’ll start lying just to keep you on your toes."

Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked out of the room. "As long as you keep laughing with me, I think we’ll be just fine."

As you left the building, the sun setting in the distance, you both knew that the little adventure with the lie detector had only strengthened your bond.

After all, love wasn’t just about being truthful, it was about finding joy in each other’s quirks, teasing, and growing together—even when a lie detector was involved.

With that thought in mind, Luke and you walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges—and jokes—your relationship might bring next.

[elronds-meleth-nin]

Healing Hands

This is just a short little fic, based on this post here. The tall, broad High-King demanded a drabble aside from the ones I'd already started about him, so what else could I do? He is the High King, after all. 🥰👑

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Gil-Galad (RoP) x Half-Elven!Reader

[A/N: This is just fluff.]

Warnings: Spoilers for RoP s2e8, non-graphic descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood, soft!Gil-Galad, affectionate teasing, romantic tension, healing injuries, Gil speaking Quenya, battle aftermath, minor angst with a happy ending.

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Did she truly think she was being subtle with such a limp in her step? The High King and his Herald had led their soldiers and the survivors of Eregion into a valley, establishing around it a protective, magical barrier using the rings of power.

Together, the pair had healed Lady Galadriel, but as they settled her in a soft, flat spot to recover, Gil-Galad saw his lady, clad in her own black-splattered armor, attempting to limp away unnoticed.

"Go. I'll stay with Galadriel," Elrond volunteered quietly, and with a grateful nod of acknowledgement, the King hurried through the trees after her. He hadn't even remembered seeing her struck, but obviously she had been if she was limping.

She didn't get very far. At the edge of a small clearing, he found her sitting with her back against a tree, struggling to remain conscious. His breath caught when he saw how pale she'd become. She'd clearly been hiding this for quite some time.

Without a thought beyond healing his lady, Gil-Galad dropped to his knees beside her and began slicing a window into the leg of her trousers. The cloth parted easily at the behest of his dagger, and at the waft of cool air over her skin, her eyes fluttered open.

"Ereinion?" Her voice was so shaky and quiet. "I'm sorry. Didn't...want to bother you..."

"Hush, I am here, now," he murmured as he beheld the broken-off shaft of an arrow embedded in her leg. She'd lost quite a bit of blood if the dark, drenched fabric of her trousers was any indication. Thankfully, the arrow was not lodged too deeply, and she'd left enough of it exposed for a healer to grip in order to remove it. "Fool of a girl, you should have come straight to me."

She let out a weak laugh at his affectionate scolding.

"Calling your favorite patient a fool? Ondórëa ingaranya," she murmured cupping his cheek and drawing his eyes to her own. There was no real acidity in her tone. Gil-Galad took courage in the fact that she still had enough clarity of mind to tease him. He had, in fact, healed her before, but the injuries were always insignificant and superficial. And, she'd never actively hidden them from him before.

What cause had he given her to do so? Had she been embarrassed?

Without hesitation, he turned his head just far enough to kiss her palm.

"I humbly beg your forgiveness, meldanya." He hoped that she knew he referred to more than his playful jab. He also knew that to call her such, to allow such a slip, would be tantamount to a confession for which he was not certain that he was prepared. But, to call her anything less than his beloved would be a lie. Furthermore, to do so in the aftermath of such rampant death and destruction would summon within his heart guilt in such quantities that he could not abide.

Turning his attention back to her leg, he laid his palm as lightly as he could over her thigh. He whispered in Quenya, allowing the magic from his ring and from his own healing abilities to seep into her skin and numb her pain. Working quickly, he removed the arrowhead and pressed his hand over the wound, murmuring some of the same healing spells he and Elrond had used on Galadriel.

Fortunately, though, this was not a cursed wound as the former had sustained from Morgoth's crown, nor was it as severe. Her skin glowed readily beneath his touch. Within moments, the skin bound itself shut and his lady shuddered in relief as a trickle of light penetrated the canopy of trees overhead to mingle with their own.

Her hand had fallen limply away after mere moments, but Gil-Galad retrieved it once his work was complete, grasping it gently between his own blood-stained fingers. Her pulse beat steady and strong in his grasp, and his eyelids fluttered shut as he breathed a sigh of relief. She would be alright. She had survived.

"Did you mean it?" She breathed, and he was so surprised that she was conscious that his eyes snapped immediately to hers. Despite the dirt and grime coating them both, he felt entirely exposed beneath her gaze - vulnerable and transparent before her.

He relished the sensation of being known so completely. To everyone else, he was Gil-Galad, the High King of Lindon, the bastion of strength from which his people drew their courage when darkness threatened.

To her, he was simply Ereinion. The feeling was more pleasant and intoxicating than he could possibly express.

"You called me your beloved," she continued. "Did you mean it?"

How could he deny it? He loved her. He had for centuries. Since the moment she set foot in Lindon nearly three hundred years before, Gil-Galad had surrendered to the realization that his heart would settle for no other. Her light was beyond compare, shining into even the most uncertain parts of his heart which he hid from all others. She drew him out so easily, comforted him simply by smiling in his direction. She was his strength, his courage, his most luxuriant pleasure and joy.

But, he was a king. Because she knew him, she also knew better than any other how taxing his position was. Over time, he'd convinced himself that she would not wish to bear the burden of ruling by his side, so he'd remained silent - reluctant to steal her own contentment and joy by forcing the responsibilities of a ruler upon her. She deserved to have a life unburdened by the weight of a crown.

In his secrecy, however, his heart had grown accustomed to a more profound loneliness than he'd ever previously known. On too-silent nights in his chambers, he longed to hold her close and whisper poetry in her ear - he'd composed more verses in her honor than he'd expected his heart to harbor. On tranquil mornings before the rush of the day's duties began, he ached with the need to see her curled peacefully in his arms as the light of the sunrise spilled in through the windows.

No longer. After today's battle, Ereinion could no more hold his tongue than the pair of robins who sang so freely in his gardens each morning.

"Yes. With all of my foolish heart, I meant it," he admitted, his heart singing with every word, and she lifted her free hand, threading it lightly into his hair. The King savored the feeling. Never before had she touched him so brazenly - he'd made it clear that she was more than welcome to, of course, but she never availed herself of such liberties.

He bent lower, hoping to encourage her by making his person easier to reach. He felt her bare wrist brush against the tip of his ear - sharper than her own, thanks to her half-mortal parentage - but he could not hide his blush nor the light groan she tugged from his chest.

"You have tempted me...enchanted me since our first meeting. I have eyes only for you, but if you do not feel the same, I swear on my honor that I will not torment you further." The King's oath came from the most sincere depths of his heart. For her, he would. Much as it would pain him, if she wanted nothing to do with his feelings, he would bury them deep so that only he would feel the ache. She would suffer no discomfort at his hands.

Her lips met his, stopping his spiraling thoughts in their tracks, and all his worries fell away beneath the most delicious relief. They were as soft and sumptuous as they looked - as he'd imagined them to be - and Ereinion didn't hesitate to return her affection. He may have healed her leg, but with that once simple act, she had healed the King's heart.

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Elvish Words (Quenya):

ondórëa ingaranya = my hard-hearted/pitiless high-king

meldanya = my beloved

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[lilliumrorum]

What does he have that I don't? (Pilot)

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Synopsis: After a long and very much tiring solo mission, you head back to the base and report to your Captain. When you finally got home, you found your boyfriend of 2 years in another's mouth.

WC: 0.8k

Content/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Angst, Cheating.

Notes: This is my first time writing a fanfic, so please don't attack my ass too bad if it's shit.

Going weeks (sometimes even months) without seeing your lover was normal in your shared line of work. Simon had seemed accustomed to it, almost content with you not being around. Being Simon Riley, however, he could barely handle your relationship. Many nights would end with the lights shutting off, Simon shutting down as well. If you tried to even curl up next to him, he would shove you away forcefully. You knew he didn't love you anymore, but you kept denying it. You knew that very night when he left you in bed with no aftercare, with no second glance, and departed to "do some work," he really just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want you anymore, but like a persistent pebble in a shoe, you stubbornly stayed with him.

In your heart, you felt a deep loneliness, the person you thought was your anchor now seems distant and uninterested. Neglect has crept into your relationship, leaving you longing for the love and attention that used to be there. Each day seems like a quiet plea for connection, as his actions show a noticeable change in emotions. The small, affectionate gestures that defined your love story are replaced by an unsettling emptiness. In silence, you face the painful truth that the love you once cherished might be slipping away, and you went through the emotions that come with the fading passion you once shared.

You've been facing the painful realization that Simon's lost interest in your relationship. The passion and desire you once shared had faded, replaced by distance and disinterest. Simon's actions, or lack thereof, show a decline in physical intimacy and affection. Longing for the connection you had left you feeling unfulfilled and undesirable. Dealing with the emotional strain of this shift in attraction became a source of heartache as you navigated the complex emotions of a fading intimate connection with him.

"Sergeant?"

Your Captain's questioning voice quickly brought you back to reality. His salt-and-pepper hair and subtle crow's feet added character to his face, and his inquisitive look was accentuated by the movement of his mustache along with his lips.

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you alright? you seem on edge still."

The Captain's concern for you was evident in the genuine worry etched across his face. His questioning voice took on a tone of care, reflecting his kind yet impatient personality. As he looked at you with genuine concern, the words he spoke mirrored the sincerity in his eyes, emphasizing the depth of his worry and the genuine connection between Captain and Sergeant. He knew what was wrong. He could instantly tell what was bothering you. Price was aware of how you were discarded, as if you were nothing. He had seen that sullen, tired, lifeless look in your eyes every time his lieutenant was mentioned. Though he had knowledge of your situation, he would never pry into your affairs, despite his great concern.

"Of course, just a smidge tired. That's all." You shot him a lazy grin.

"Take care of yourself, Sergeant."

He motioned toward the door, indicating that you could be dismissed.

"And {name}, Great work. I'm proud of how much effort you put into your assignments." He smiled.

"Thank you, Captain," you quickly saluted and left the office.

Beginning the long and unpleasant walk back to your shared Room on base, many thoughts began to run through your mind. Usually, Simon would ask when you were coming home. However, that stopped months ago. Simon would buy you a large bouquet of flowers and hand them to you as soon as you entered the door. After a night of lovemaking, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But one cannot change time. Oh, how you wish you could. You've tried to talk to him, but he would just respond with the clicking of his teeth or even wave you off.

You missed the moments that once filled your heart with tenderness. The wish to turn back time and revive the warmth is a constant thought. Trying to talk to Simon only results in indifferent grunts or dismissive gestures, highlighting the growing divide. The once vibrant thrumming of your heart is now silent, and the journey back to your room becomes an exploration of a changing relationship, where communication is elusive, leaving you to chart the emotional terrain alone.

You haven't the slightest clue why you stayed, why your heart still melted at the sight of him. You still loved him. You told yourself over and over that this wasn't the Simon you knew and that this was Ghost. Your stubborn heart wouldn't listen.

"Shit, that walk was fast." You murmured to yourself, the room coming into view.

You don't even bother to knock, too worn out to even care if you were shouted at. The anticipation of reprimand looms, and the weariness you carry is met with the potential for Simon's raised voice, making every move a delicate dance around his disapproval.

You could not believe what was taking place right before your eyes.

More notes: Sorry this is so short, remember that this is my first time writing!! This will be a series!:) I am planning on starting part one tonight and posting it tomorrow!!

[nicnak20]

TSA:

*A TSA officer gives you a detailed cavity check when he suspects something.*

The bright lights of the airport hummed a sterile soundtrack to the frantic energy swirling around you. You were already running late, a cardinal sin in your meticulously planned life, and the knot in your stomach tightened with each hurried step. Kind, sweet, patient, understanding – these were words that usually described you, but right now, you felt more like a frazzled whirlwind battling the tide of travelers. You loved to travel, truly did, the idea of exploring new places always sparking a childlike joy within you, but the pre-flight chaos? Decidedly less charming.

You finally reached the TSA security line, a serpentine queue that seemed to stretch into another dimension. Taking a deep breath, you tried to center yourself, to remember that cheerful, warm, gentle person you usually were. It was no use. Your palms were sweating, your carefully styled dark hair was probably already a mess, and your brown eyes darted nervously around. Doting, devoted, caring, loving, affectionate, smart – these were also words that defined you, but in this moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable.

You placed your carry-on on the conveyor belt, your laptop, toiletries bag, and a book you were desperately hoping to finish on the flight disappearing into the machine's maw. You walked through the scanner, trying to project an air of calm you definitely didn’t feel. Beep. Loud, insistent, and directed right at you. Your heart plummeted.

A polite but firm voice directed you to step aside. “Ma’am, please come with me.”

This was it. The moment you had always dreaded, the moment you had seen countless times in movies, the moment that separated the carefree travelers from…you. Embarrassment, hot and prickly, started to crawl up your neck. You followed the officer to a slightly less public area, praying that at least some of the curious stares would dissipate.

The officer who approached you was…Nicholas. His name tag was clear, crisp letters against a dark background. You noticed his dark brown hair, neatly styled, and his kind brown eyes, assessing you with professional detachment, yet something…else? It was probably just your nerves playing tricks on you. He was objectively handsome, in a warm, approachable way. Definitely not the stern, unyielding figure you had braced yourself for.

“Ma’am,” Nicholas began, his voice gentle but firm, “my scanner indicated an anomaly. We’re going to need to do a more thorough security check. Please step behind the privacy screen.”

Your embarrassment intensified tenfold. You mumbled a barely audible, “Okay,” and followed him behind the flimsy screen. The hum of the airport, the muffled announcements, everything seemed to fade into the background as the reality of the situation hit you. This was happening. To you.

Nicholas explained the procedure in a calm, professional tone, but his words were a blur. All you registered was ‘pat-down,’ ‘more thorough,’ and a sinking feeling in your stomach. He started with a standard pat-down, efficient and impersonal, running his hands over your arms, legs, torso. Each touch, though necessary, felt like a brand. You were acutely aware of being in a vulnerable position, your personal space completely breached by a stranger, however polite he might be.

And then he said it. “Ma’am, I’m going to need to conduct a more detailed search. This will include a sensitive area search. Please understand this is standard procedure and for everyone’s safety.”

Your breath hitched. A sensitive area search. Those words echoed in your mind, conjuring images you had only ever glimpsed in news reports, things that happened to other people. Not you. Never you. But here you were, behind a flimsy screen in a busy airport, about to undergo something profoundly invasive.

Nicholas must have sensed your hesitation, your rising anxiety. His voice softened, becoming even more gentle. “I understand this can be uncomfortable, ma’am. I will be as quick and professional as possible. Please try to relax.”

Relax? Impossible. But you nodded, because what else could you do? You were trapped in this scenario, a passenger in the hands of security protocols.

He started the more detailed pat-down, his touch becoming more deliberate, more focused. He checked the waistband of your pants, the seams of your clothing. And then, he moved lower. His hand, warm and firm despite the latex glove, pressed against your lower back, then lower still. His fingers brushed against the curve of your bottom through your clothes. A jolt, unexpected and electric, shot through you. It was just a pat-down, just protocol, you told yourself frantically, but the heat blooming in your cheeks was undeniable.

“Ma’am,” Nicholas said again, his voice lower now, almost a murmur, “I’m going to need to do a cavity search. It appears there is still an anomaly in this area.”

Cavity search. The words hit you like a physical blow. This was beyond embarrassing. This was humiliating. This was…intimate. In a way that felt utterly wrong, yet…something else flickered within you, a confusing, forbidden spark.

He continued, his voice gentle, almost coaxing. “I need you to lean forward slightly, ma’am. And relax your muscles.”

Relax your muscles? When your body was coiled tight with tension, with mortification, with…something you couldn’t quite name? But you did as he instructed, leaning forward slightly, bracing your hands against the cold metal table behind you.

And then it happened. Nicholas’s hand, gloved, yes, but still undeniably his, moved between your legs, pressing firmly against your backside. You gasped, a small, involuntary sound lost in the airport’s ambient noise. His fingers pressed deeper, parting your clothing, seeking whatever it was he was looking for. The sensation was shocking, invasive, and utterly humiliating. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, to rewind time and avoid this entire nightmare.

But then, something shifted. As his fingers probed, as he explored with professional thoroughness, a strange, unfamiliar sensation began to unfurl within you. It was a mix of vulnerability and…something akin to arousal? Your breath hitched again, this time for a different reason. The warmth of his touch, the pressure, even the forbidden nature of the act, ignited a tiny, rebellious flame in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers moved with surprising gentleness, guiding, probing, searching. It was clinical, yes, but there was also an undeniable intimacy in the act, in the focused attention on your most private area. You could feel your muscles clenching involuntarily, then, against your will, starting to relax, to yield to the pressure, to the…intrusion.

You could feel him tense slightly as well, a barely perceptible stiffening in his posture. His breathing seemed to deepen just a fraction. Was it just your imagination, or was there something else going on here? Was he feeling it too? This strange, illicit energy humming in the air between you?

His fingers pressed deeper, and you felt a gasp escape your lips, not of discomfort, but of…something closer to pleasure. The realization hit you like a jolt of electricity. You were actually, secretly, enjoying this. In the most twisted, embarrassing, and utterly forbidden way, you were finding a strange, unsettling pleasure in this invasive act.

The thought horrified you, and yet, it also thrilled you. Your mind was a whirlwind of shame and excitement, confusion and a burgeoning sense of liberation. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet…it felt undeniably, inexplicably…right.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Nicholas withdrew his hand. He stepped back slightly, his gaze meeting yours. His brown eyes, usually kind and gentle, held a flicker of something that mirrored the confusion and forbidden spark you felt within yourself. It was gone in an instant, replaced by professional detachment, but you had seen it. You knew you weren’t imagining things.

“I seem to have located the source of the anomaly, ma’am,” he said, his voice still gentle, but with a subtly different tone, a huskiness that hadn’t been there before. He held up a small, metallic object, a tiny decorative charm that had fallen off your bag and somehow lodged itself…well, in a very unexpected place.

You stared at the charm, then back at Nicholas, your face burning crimson. “Oh,” was all you managed to stammer. “Oh, I…I’m so sorry.”

Nicholas gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “No apologies necessary, ma’am. It’s procedure.” But his eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary, a silent communication passing between you, a shared secret in the sterile confines of the security area.

He efficiently cleared you, handing back your belongings. “Have a pleasant flight, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice still shaky. You gathered your things, your movements clumsy and uncoordinated. As you walked away, you could feel his eyes on your back, a warm, lingering gaze that sent shivers down your spine.

You rushed to your gate, your mind reeling. The embarrassment was still there, a hot flush spreading across your skin. But beneath it, a different sensation was taking root, a confusing mix of shame and excitement, a secret, forbidden thrill. You replayed the encounter in your mind, the feel of his hands, the intimacy of the search, the fleeting moment of connection in his eyes.

It was wrong, completely and utterly wrong, but as you settled into your seat on the plane, a small, involuntary smile touched your lips. Amidst the humiliation and the invasion, something unexpected, something forbidden, had sparked in the sterile environment of the airport security line.

And deep down, in a place you hadn’t known existed until just moments ago, you knew you wouldn’t forget Nicholas, the kind, gentle TSA officer who had given you the most embarrassing moment of your life…and the most unexpectedly thrilling secret. And you had a feeling, a secret, delicious feeling, that he wouldn’t forget you either.

[hiro-doodlez]

LIST OF ENGLISH ACRONYMS AND ABBREVIATIONS (the random letters that people use sometimes)!! FEEL FREE TO USE AS A REF (reference) SHEET!! In alphabetical too!!

Tone indicators at the bottom!

GENERAL:

AFK- away from keyboard

AKA- also known as

ASAP- as soon as possible

ASL- American Sign Language

B4- before

BC- because

BF- boyfriend

BFF- best friends forever

BTW- By the way

BTS- Behind the scenes/back to school / that one band

BRB- be right back

CW: content warning

Cya- see ya

DM- direct message

DW- dont worry

EZPZ- easy peasy

FB- Facebook

FW: flash warning

FAQ- frequently asked questions

FYI- for your information

GF- girl friend

GG- good game

GJ- Good job

GL- good luck

Gnite- good night

GTFO- get the fuck out

GTG- got to go

Gud- good

H8- hate

HBD- happy birthday

Hella- really

HMU- Hit me up

HW- Homework

IDK- I don't know

IDC- I don't care

IG- I guess / instagram

IK- I know

IKR- I know right

K- okay

Lmao- laughing my ass off

Kewl- cool

Kk- okay

Lol- laugh out loud

ILY- I love you

ILYSM- I love you so much

IMO- in my opinion

IRL- in real life

IYKYK- if you know you know

JFC- Jesus fucking chrkst

Jk- just kidding

L8R- later

LMAO- laughing my ass off

LMK-let me know

LOL- laughing out loud

Mkay- mm okay

NE- Any

NE1- anyone

NGL- not gonna lie

NM- Nothing much

NP: no problem

NSFW- not safe for work

NVM- nevermind

NW- no worries

Obv- obviously

OFC- of course

OMW- on my way

OP- original post(er)

OTP- one true pairing

Ova- over

Pic- picture

Pls-please

Plz-please

POV: point of view

Ppl- people

Prolly- probably

QOTD- quote of the day

R- are

RB- reblog

Ref- reference

Rly- really

RN- right now

RP- role play

RPG-role playing game

RT- retweet

Sec- second

SH- self harm

SMH- shaking my head

SMP- survival multiplayer server (Minecraft) / social media platform (?)

S.O- significant other

Sui- suicide

Sus- suspicious

STFU- shut the fuck up

T- testosterone

TBA- to be announced

TBF- to be fair

TBH- to be honest

TF- the fuck

Thnks- thanks

Thx- thanks

TLDR- too long didn't read (usually a summary)

TMRW- tomorrow

TOS- terms of service

TTYL-talk to you later

TW: trigger warning

Vid- video

WTF- what the fuck

WYD- what are you doing?

YOLO- You only live once

YT- YouTube

YW- you're welcome

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If the one youre looking for isnt here, either i forgot or its a fandom! Id suggest looking it up if youre confused!

Extra note: if you see 8 in one of the acronyms, then it usually is used as an “ate” sound. So h8= ate, gr8= great ect.

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TONE INDICATORS:

/aff- affectionate

/c- copypasta

/cb- clickbait (?)

/f- fake

/gen- genuine

/genq- genuine question

/half joking

/ij- inside joke

/j- joking

/lyr- lyrics

/lh- light hearted

/lu- little upset

/neg- negative

/nf- not forced

/nm- not mad

/npa- not passive aggresive

/nsrs- not serious

/p- platonic

/pa- passive aggresive

/pos- positive

/q- quote

/r- romantic

/ref

/s- sarcastic

/srs- serious

/t- teasing

/th- threat

I HOPE THIS HELPS!! and if i forgot to add one feel free to send an ask ^^

[unhinged-recap]

As someone who has been accused on multiple occasions (on Discord) of coming across as "mean" I think tone tags are pretty handy. I'm new to them, so I looked a few of them up, and you can have them too for your convenience!

Let me know if any are wrong or outdated.

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Tone Indicators

A tone indicator is a symbol or shorthand word used to convey the tone of any text-based message. This includes SMS messages, social media posts, emails, and more. These indicators are especially helpful for neurodivergent people who may struggle to understand the tone of written content.

/a — affectionate

/gen or /g — genuine

/genq — genuine question

/j — joking

/lh — light-hearted

/neg or /ng — negative connotation

/neu — neutral connotation

/nsrs — non-serious

/p — platonic

/pos or /pc — positive connotation

/s — sarcastic

/srs — serious

/t — teasing

[mylathesativa]

Just Tonowari and Ronal getting freaky on my fanfic

(You can read it in AO3... just click here)

Tonowari ventured into the forest without a second glance. He was concerned—not that she couldn't defend herself; she was one of the best warriors, as evidenced by her tattoos. But she was clearly upset after her argument with her best friend.

As he ventured deeper, leaving behind the sounds of music and chatter from the party, he was surrounded by the sounds of tiny animals and the sea. And a beautiful voice.

The song was mesmerizing, leading him to the singer who seemed to weave her voice like a spell, oblivious to how enchanting her tone was to his ears, which perked at every note.

Tonowari was captivated by it, and he didn't even need to see her to know who was singing. Her sweet and salty scent carried by the wind reached his nostrils, propelling him further.

He halted when he caught sight of her. Seated by the edge of the hot spring, her fingers gracefully danced in the water as she sang. Her onyx hair cascaded like a waterfall, partially veiling her face while the moonlight illuminated the rest.

Tonowari was entranced by the sight, as if he were connected to the Spirit Tree and Ronal was a vision granted by Eywa Herself.

Slowly approaching her, he accidentally stepped on a dry branch, grabbing the girl's attention. She immediately sprang up, crystal blade in hand. Seeing her fierce expression, he stepped into the light, revealing himself to her with his hands raised.

“Tonowari?” She squinted at the tall figure a few meters away.

“It's me. I’m sorry for not announce myself.” He cursed herself for making her stop singing to him.

Finally realizing that she wasn't in danger, Ronal sheathed her knife and looked away, calming her racing heart. She hadn't heard of Palulukans around this island, but her fear of the creatures always kept her alert.

She cast a side-eyed glance at the boy who was still standing in the same spot, now holding both hands over his loincloth, like a child reprimanded by his parents.

“I don’t bite, you know? Even though I’m kind of hungry after you promised to catch some food for me.” She said, inviting him closer.

“Being cautious is never too much. And your brother ate all the food I was bringing for you.” He managed an awkward smile, joining her as she kept her gaze on the hot spring. Now that he was closer, Tonowari noticed her petite stature; the top of her head reached his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

““As alright as someone can be when their best friend refuses to explain what they did wrong.” A muscle in her jaw twitched, indicating her stress.

Tonowari deliberated whether to comment on the situation, still unsure if their roles as future leaders was equal to being considered one of her friends. 

“I'll be here if you need me, Ronal.” He pledged, looking at her. Her round eyes met his soft blue ones. Noticing how she could perceive it, he lowered his head, muttering, “As a friendly partner, I mean. Now that we’ll be leaders, we should strengthen our friendship, don't you think?”

Catching sight of his blushing cheeks, Ronal hid her smile behind her fingers. 

“I do agree, my friend .” Affectionately, she rested her head in his strong arms, causing the boy to flinch at the sensation of her leaning against him. 

What should I do now? Should I put my arm around her shoulders? Stroke her hair?

Tonowari's thoughts wrestled with him, but before he could decide, Ronal withdrew from his arm and offered a sly smile surging on her rosy lips.

“Wanna get in?”

“Where?”

“What do you mean, ‘where’ ? In the hot spring, of course.” She teased.

“I don't think that's a good idea…” Tonowari's jaw clenched.

“Why?”

“I feel like the air is a bit chilly.”

She shrugged. “Then you can stay here and keep an eye out for any pervs.”

Slowly, step by step, she entered the warm water pool. Tonowari's gaze followed every movement, her fingers creating choreographies in the clear water, her hair resembling a cascade behind her back, ending exactly where her tiny waist met her curved hips adorned with pearls.

Submerging herself and emerging a few meters away, she pushed back strands of wet hair from her face. Tonowari's eyes remained fixated on her, his attention arrested by the way she moved. Distracted, he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. They exchanged curious glances, trying to understand these newfound feelings.

Ronal's gaze involuntarily trailed the movement of his pink tongue moistening his lips. It journeyed down his tattooed face and neck, from the warrior's garment across his broad chest to his chiseled abs. Would that be so wrong to have a taste?

With her head slightly tilted, she extended the invitation once more, this time with a touch of seduction. “Are you sure you don’t wanna get in?”

The future Olo’eyktan blinked, seemingly in an internal battle. Tonowari knew that he couldn't resist her. If he couldn't resist her while completely sober, the faint influence of alcohol was enough to cloud his judgment and lead him to follow his desires rather than his head.

He jumped head first into the warm water, the heat of his already flushed body blending with the warmth of the pool. Swimming in the shallow natural pool, he watched as her toned swimmer's legs kicked through the water, keeping her afloat. When he submerged himself in front of her, she grinned.

“I knew you wouldn't be able to resist.” The corner of her mouth curled upward.

“Are we talking about the water or you?” He quivered when Ronal's open palms traveled from his chest to his shoulders, their faces mere centimeters apart.

“Both, I suppose.” Her body pressed against his, the small pearls of her top rolling across his chest as she placed her hands behind his neck.

Unsure of his next move, Tonowari let his hands cautiously find their way to her waist, encircling her until they were so close that they shared the same breath. He felt her heartbeat in sync with his, yet his own pulse quickened when he focused on her slightly parted lips, tempting him to meet them with his own.

He wanted to. He wanted her. His mind flooded with images of what he wanted to do with her and the dreams he had of her over the past few days. Those soft hands, alluring lips, and celestial body... But Tonowari couldn't allow himself to give in. Not here, not like this.

Resting his forehead against hers, as she deliberately brushed against his already hardening cock. 

“Ronal…”

“Yes.” She brushed her flushed cheek against his in a tender gesture.

Just a little more…

His hands trailed up and down her sides before descending to clasp her hips, lifting her slightly closer to his body. An almost inaudible moan escaped Ronal's lips as his thigh came between her legs, exerting a gentle pressure on the tender, sensitive bundle of nerves.

Upon hearing the sound, Tonowari was awakened not only by the primal urge to kiss her but also by his more reserved nature — he was not a public type of guy. A party was happening a short distance from the hot spring. They weren't entirely alone on the island. 

Abruptly, he withdrew from her hold, still holding onto her hips but trying to ignore the insistent desire to kiss her.

“Tonowari, what’s wrong?” She asked, her eyes still glimmering with arousal. He growled softly, averting his gaze from the temptation before him.

“We can't do this.” He stated, nose wrinkled.

Misinterpreting his reaction as negative, Ronal moved away from his grip, avoiding his gaze. What was she thinking, throwing herself at Tonowari as though she were one of the desperate girls he flirted with around the clan? The once-warm hot spring now felt colder.

Sensing her distant glaze, Tonowari tried to clarify. “Ronal, that's not—”

“No, you're right. We can't. I shouldn't have acted so inappropriately.” She apologized, swimming away to escape the embarrassing situation.

Tonowari followed after her in the water, but it seems that even though her limbs are shorter than his, she was as fast as an akula in the water.

“Ronal, just wait a moment, please.”

Emerging from the natural pool, she kept her head lowered. “I'm sorry.”

Signing a respectful “I see you” , —much like what people did when acknowledging his father—Tonowari watched her leave, creating ripples in the water and leaving behind only her wet footprints and his dumbfounded expression

[distortionswife]

!! Hi hello !!

I'm Arwen, I'm 19 and I make art, memes and random ass posts. I use they/them, please respect that and don't use feminine type nicknames with me!

I'm working on a commission sheets for if others are interested!

I have a lot of interests, so just ask! Atm it's a hyperfixation of the Magnus archives! I make art and memes of it, so you're welcome to follow!

Keep in mind, I am autistic ( AuDHD ) and might not always understand your tone. I often use tonetags, they're provided in the ( read more ) bit below !!

Please use them if you can, they are very helpful. Thank you!

Links to my Paypal and Kofi for the future, a better commission sheet is a w.i.p!

Paypal.com/LilGodOfNight is my PayPal <3

Tone indicator list

/aff — affectionate

I’m thinking of you. /aff

/c — copypasta

crazy I was crazy once they locked me in a room a rubber room a rubber room with rats rats make me crazy /c

/cb — clickbait

You’ll never believe what’s inside this $20M home! /cb

/f — fake

Look at this real-life unicorn. /f

/gen or /g — genuine

You’re such a nice person. /gen

/genq — genuine question

Does this help clarify? /genq

/hj — half joking ( you're like, half serious, half not )

I mean, I’m usually right. /hj

/hyp — hyperbole

I have 10,000 things to do today. /hyp

/ij — inside joke

There’s just something about those beach fries. /ij

/j — joking

Elias bouchard never did anything wrong/j

/lyr — lyrics

Vintage tee, brand new phone. High heels on cobblestones. /lyr

/lh — light-hearted

I think you misspelled mosey. /lh

/lit — literal

The rat we saw was the size of a small dog. /lit

/lu — little upset

Our top client won’t be renewing. /lu

/met — metaphorical

His fingers were icicles after shoveling for so long! /met

/nav — not a vent ( more so an update or a statement, )

Work has been so busy. /nav

/nbh — nobody here (none of your followers)

I’m really feeling down because of someone. /nbh

/neg — negative connotation

Oh my gosh. I’m going to cry. /neg

/neu — neutral connotation

The dog needs to go outside. /neu

/nf — not forced

Do you want to hang out today? /nf

/nm — not mad

Did you leave the iron on this morning? /nm

/nsb — not subtweeting

I hate when people don’t say things to your face. /nsb

/nsrs — non-serious

I just bruised my leg, but I’m okay. /nsrs

/nsx — non-sexual intent

You look so good. /nsx

/p — platonic

You look so pretty. /p

/pos — positive connotation

Oh my gosh! I’m going to cry. /pos

/q — quote

“Sometimes I’ll start a sentence and I don’t even know where it’s going.” /q

/r — romantic

I can’t wait to do life with you. /r

/ref — reference

It’s exactly like the gold or blue dress debacle. /ref

/rh or /rt — rhetorical

I still can’t figure out the issue. How can I be so stupid? /rh

/s or /sarc — sarcastic

This is just what I needed on a Monday. /s

/srs — serious

I really like working with you. /srs

/sx — sexual intent

You look so good. /sx

/t — teasing

Oh really? Guess we have to be best friends now. /t

/th — threat

I will block you if you don’t stop. /th

Pictures version:

( so you can download them

[laxmankodadala]

Emoji Secrets: The Unspoken Language of Digital Symbols

Emojis, with their varied and often nuanced meanings, play a crucial role in our digital communication. By understanding what each emoji represents, we can convey our messages more effectively and add deeper emotional context to our interactions.

Whether it's the confident smirk or the transformative butterfly, each emoji has its own story, enhancing how we connect and express ourselves.

1. Black Heart Emoji:

The black heart emoji represents a sense of sadness, black humor, or rebellion. It is often used in stories of loss or to convey a goth or macabre aesthetic.

2. Blue Heart Emoji:

The blue heart emoji symbolizes trust, loyalty, and peace. It is often used to show support for causes or to express deep feelings of platonic love and friendship.

3. White Heart Emoji:

The white heart emoji symbolizes purity, love and kindness. It is often used to represent pure or pure emotions and is associated with messages of peace and harmony.

4. Angel Emoji:

The angel emoji, featuring a smiling face with a halo above it, represents innocence, goodness, and purity. It is often used to convey a sense of being virtuous, kind, or well-behaved.

5. Melting Emoji:

The melting emoji shows a melting in a puddle. It can be a sign of shame, loss of comfort, or excess.

6. Skull Emoji:

The skull emoji is often used to connote death, danger, or something dangerous. In slang, it is often used to express humor, suggesting that something humorously “kills” you.

7. Melting Face Emoji:

Like a melting emoji, a melting face emoji represents a creative reaction to an overwhelming emotion or situation. It is often used ironically to express extreme nervousness or embarrassment.

8. Peach Emoji:

The peach emoji represents the fruit. It’s often used in a playful or suggestive context.

9. Green Heart Emoji:

The green heart emoji is associated with nature, health and growth. It is also used to express oppression of the environment or to express jealousy.

10. Watermelon emoji:

The Watermelon emoji is often used to represent the fruit. In some cases, it can symbolize spring, newness, or celebration.

11. Brown coma emoji:

The brown coma emoji represents the idea of ​​warmth, strength and confidence. It is also used to show a deeper connection between nature and the earth.

12. Red heart emoji:

The red heart emoji is one of the most popular and universally recognized symbols of love, passion and deep love. It is used in the context of love and intimacy.

13. Upside Down Emoji:

The upside-down emoji is often used to convey sarcasm, irony, or a playful tone. It can also represent a sense of silliness or lightheartedness.

14. Hand Emoji:

The hand emoji varies in meaning depending on the gesture. For instance, a raised hand can signify a greeting, agreement, or asking for attention.

15. Eyes Emoji:

The eyes emoji is used to draw attention to something. It can indicate looking, observing, or highlighting an interesting or shocking statement.

16. Emoji Meaning Chart:

An emoji meaning chart is a reference tool that provides the definitions and common uses of various emojis, helping users understand the context in which they are typically used.

17. Pink Heart Emoji:

The pink heart emoji signifies a sense of love, gratitude, and admiration. It's often used in romantic and affectionate contexts.

18. Yellow Heart Emoji:

The yellow heart emoji represents happiness, positivity, and friendship. It’s used to convey platonic love and appreciation.

19. Wink Emoji:

The wink emoji conveys humour, flirtation, or a light-hearted message. It adds a playful tone to conversations.

20. Snapchat Emoji Meaning:

On Snapchat, emojis next to friends’ names indicate various aspects of your interactions with them, like best friends, snapstreaks, and other unique features of your relationship.

21. Fire Emoji:

The fire emoji signifies something is hot, trendy, or exciting. It’s often used to express admiration or to highlight something impressive.

22. Eye Emoji Meaning:

The eye emoji is often used to draw attention to something important or to signify watching or observing something closely.

23. Orange Heart Emoji:

The orange heart emoji symbolizes warmth, energy, and enthusiasm. It’s often used to convey support and friendship.

24. Thumbs Up Emoji:

The thumbs-up emoji is a universal sign of approval, agreement, or positivity. It’s used to express that something is good or satisfactory.

25. 100 Emoji:

The 100 emoji signifies perfection, excellence, or strong approval. It’s often used to emphasize something as being top-notch or completely true.

26. Purple Heart Emoji:

The purple heart emoji represents compassion, love, and sacrifice. It’s often used in contexts of honour and admiration.

27. Face Emoji Meaning:

Face emojis represent a range of emotions. For example, a smiling face with smiling eyes conveys happiness and contentment.

28. Cherry Emoji:

The cherry emoji is often used in a literal sense to represent the fruit, but it can also have a playful or suggestive connotation.

29. Moon Emoji Meaning:

The moon emoji represents nighttime, mystery, and sometimes spookiness. It can also signify dreams and aspirations.

30. Purple Devil Emoji:

The purple devil emoji conveys mischief, naughtiness, or playful evil. It’s often used in a humorous or teasing context.

Conclusion:

Emojis add depth and emotion to our digital conversations, allowing us to express ourselves in ways that words alone often cannot. Understanding the hidden meanings behind these symbols can enhance our communication and prevent misunderstandings. Whether it's a heart emoji, a playful wink, or a symbolic skull, each Emoji carries its unique message. By decoding these meanings, we can use emojis more effectively and convey our thoughts and feelings with greater clarity and nuance. So next time you send an emoji, remember its hidden story and let your messages resonate more profoundly.

[bittybug-sunflower-blog]

Chapter summary: Beka and Rex stopped in a town for supplies, faced hostility, and found shelter with Owen and Beru Lars. Beka comforted Luke, Owen's nephew, with a lullaby. The next day, they reunited with Obi-Wan in nearby caves. After an urgent call from Hunter, Beka departed to rescue friends, leaving Rex behind. With a final farewell, she continued her mission, guided by the Force.

Warning: none

Word count: 3879

Rating: 18+

Extra: alternate universe story

…..

Chapter 16

As the wind whipped through the speeder and the sand hummed beneath them, they stopped in a small town to gather a couple of supplies, Beka taking the time to look for better attire than her skippy outfit she was wearing. Rex stole a glance at Beka, a small smile appearing on his face. "You know, you always manage to find the time to explore, no matter how urgent the mission," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

Beka chuckled softly, her eyes scanning the bustling streets for any sign of their target. "What can I say? A Jedi Master needs better attire in this type of terrain," she replied, her tone light-hearted despite the gravity of their situation.

Rex nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting to the colorful array of garments on display at the nearby vendor's stall. "Well, just don't take too long," he teased.

Beka rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile at Rex's jest. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," she promised, already stepping towards the stall with a sense of purpose.

As she perused the selection of clothing and careful consideration, Beka selected a few items that caught her eye. After handing the vendor a few credits, she slipped into a nearby stall to change. Donning a blue dress accented with a darker sash around the waist, she added a pair of brown fingerless gloves and secured a set of goggles over her eyes. Finally, she wrapped Hunter's scarf around her neck to complete the ensemble. With a satisfied nod, she turned to Rex, who was waiting patiently nearby. "Ready to go?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Rex grinned, and nodded, "Yes." Revving up his speeder as Beka did for hers with the droid strapped to the side.

As they sped away from the town, their speeder slicing through the desert air, they raced towards their next destination. Upon reaching the next town, however, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The citizens didn't look too pleased to see the two of them there.

"Jedi scum," a passerby spat at Beka, the disdain evident in their voice.

"I hide those. Can't afford to draw unnecessary attention." Rex remarked, gesturing towards the lightsabers dangling from Beka's belt. His observation prompted her to swiftly conceal them within the folds of her sleeves. Rex started scanning their surroundings for any signs of potential threats or unwanted onlookers. Despite the casual demeanor of their conversation, both remained ever vigilant, attuned to the slightest shift in the Force or indication of danger.

As they continued their journey through the winding streets of the town, they took a momentary break and quenched their thirst with a swig of water. Beka and Rex turned their attention to the droid, curious about its origins and experiences.

"What's your story little guy?" Beka asked, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in closer to the droid. In response, the droid emitted a series of beeps before a translation rang out.

"What'd he say?" Rex asked.

"He said his name is Sprig," Beka relayed to Rex, her brow furrowing in sympathy. "He was working during the Republic, but his master was killed when the clones turned on him. Sprig fled, but was eventually caught and sold to the Hutts."

"Ah, well, you're in good company now," Rex remarked, acknowledging Sprig's journey with a hint of amusement in his voice.

As Beka listened to Sprig's tale, her expression softened with empathy. "It sounds like you've been through quite the ordeal," she murmured, patting the droid affectionately. "But you're safe with us now." With a series of beeps and whistles, Sprig seemed to express gratitude for their reassurance, his mechanical sounds conveying a sense of trust and camaraderie that transcended language barriers.

Rex glanced at Beka, his curiosity piqued by her backstory. "So, when you left the Jedi order, did you just go straight to showbiz?" Rex inquired, his curiosity evident in his tone.

Beka paused, memories of her past flooding back as she reflected on her journey. "I started as a janitor," she began, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "But then, one day, Finis overheard me singing." She recalled the moment vividly, the echo of her voice filling the empty auditorium as she sang from the depths of her soul. "He approached me and offered me an opportunity," she continued, a hint of wonder in her voice as she remembered the unexpected turn her life had taken.

"Doesn't seem like you enjoy it," Rex added, his voice filled with empathy as he observed Beka's expression.

Beka sighed softly, her gaze distant as she contemplated Rex's observation. "I did at first," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But it just got easier to hide under this mask, to stay hidden from the Empire." Beka rubbed the mask with her thumb, while looking down at its features. She paused, her thoughts drifting back to her encounter with Hunter and the flood of emotions it had stirred within her. "When I saw Hunter again, it just reminded me of what I left behind, how much I regret it," she confessed, her voice faltering slightly. "Though I will always love singing."

Rex nodded in understanding, a silent gesture of support as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. As they continued their journey, night fell suddenly. The desert air turning cold and harsh as they arrived near a small dome house, its silhouette stark against the darkening sky.

"This is getting bad, Beka. We need to find shelter," Rex urged, concern evident in his voice as he glanced at the horizon where the sandstorm loomed ominously.

"There," Beka pointed to the dome house ahead, relief washing over her as they approached.

As a sudden sandstorm approached, they hurriedly knocked on the door, seeking refuge from the impending tempest. The wind began to howl, carrying with it a veil of swirling sand that threatened to engulf them. The door opened slightly, a precautionary measure to prevent as much sand as possible.

"So sorry to disturb you this late at night," Rex explained, his words barely audible over the roar of the storm. "We just need shelter for tonight."

"Come in," the owner said, opening the door to welcome them inside, his voice a beacon of warmth amidst the howling winds.

"Thank you," Rex said, reaching for a few credits to offer in gratitude.

"No, no," the man waved them away, his expression kind as he ushered them further into the safety of the house.

"Owen?" a young woman's voice called out, holding a sleeping bundle in her arms, her features illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

"Beru, we have guests," Owen responded, his tone gentle as he motioned for them to enter further into the warmth of the house, away from the biting cold of the storm.

"Oh my, please come sit and eat. You must be hungry," Beru said warmly, her smile inviting as she gestured for them to take a seat at the table, where a steaming pot of stew awaited them, its aroma filling the air with a comforting fragrance, "It's not much but I hope it will do."

Beka nodded gratefully at Beru and Owen's hospitality. "Thank you," she said sincerely, accepting the bowl of soup with a small smile.

Rex echoed her sentiment, nodding appreciatively as he took his own portion of the meal. "We truly appreciate your generosity," he added, his voice reflecting genuine gratitude for the warmth and sustenance provided by their hosts.

"We know the desert night can be very dangerous," the young woman said, her arms cradling a young child. "My name is Beru, and this is my husband, Owen Lars."

"I'm Rebekath Hardt, and this is Rex, and Sprig," Beka introduced, her gaze lingering on the child in Beru's arms. Something about him stirred a sense of hope within her, a whisper of possibility in the Force.

Sprig stayed close to Beka. As they finished their meal, Beru rose from her seat, her expression filled with warmth and hospitality. "Would you like some more soup?" she offered, gesturing towards the pot simmering on the stove.

Beka smiled gratefully, touched by Beru's generosity. "No, no thank you," she replied, "It was delicious."

Beru nodded in response to Beka's kind words, as she acknowledged the gratitude expressed by their guests.

"What brings you out here?" Owen inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"We're searching for a friend," Rex replied carefully, choosing his words with caution.

"A friend?" Owen asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

"An old friend. We heard he might be here," Beka explained.

"Does this friend have a name?" Owen pressed, his interest now fully engaged.

But before Beka and Rex could answer, the cries of the young boy interrupted them.

"Shh, it's okay, Luke," Beru murmured, attempting to soothe the child.

Beka stood up, a sense of empathy guiding her actions. "May I?" she asked, extending her arms towards the child.

With cautious tenderness, Beru placed the child in Beka's arms, and Beka began to sing him a lullaby. Almost immediately, the child's cries subsided, replaced by a sense of calm.

Beru and Owen stared in astonishment. "He's been crying like that for hours on days on end," Owen said, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"I think he's been having nightmares," Beka suggested, sensing the disturbance in the Force. She gently handed the child back to Beru.

"You're some kind of miracle worker," Beru smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and wonder.

"I'm just good with kids," Beka smiled modestly.

As Beru excused herself, Owen turned to the two visitors. "I can guide you to the nearest town in the morning. Maybe you can find your friend there," he offered.

"We greatly appreciate that," Rex smiled gratefully.

"I'll go get the guest room ready," Owen said as he excused himself.

"Do you think we'll find him?" Rex asked Beka, his tone filled with uncertainty.

"I don't know," Beka answered honestly, her expression thoughtful.

"The guest room is made up. I'm sorry to cut this short, but I do need to rise early," Owen said upon his return.

"Thank you, Mr. Lars," Rex began.

"Please, call me Owen," Owen interrupted with a warm smile.

"Owen, thank you for your hospitality," Rex said, returning the smile.

As Beka and Rex made their way to the guest room, they were surprised to find only one bed and a lounge couch.

"We should have told him," Beka began, her voice tinged with regret.

"No, no, I'll take the lounge. It's probably more comfortable than where I've been sleeping lately," Rex insisted.

As the two settled in for the night, a presence lingered nearby, its intentions unknown. When they woke up, they were greeted by the warm smell of food.

"How did you sleep?" Beru smiled, her eyes filled with kindness as she welcomed them to the new day.

Beka looked at Rex, who was rubbing his neck as he stretched, and couldn't help but smirk. "I'd say pretty good," she teased the captain.

As they settled down at the table across from Owen, Beru placed plates of food in front of them, her smile radiant with hospitality.

"Thank you, this looks delicious," Rex expressed his gratitude sincerely, his appetite whetted by the tempting aroma of the meal.

"I'm going to head into town; maybe your friend will be there," Owen suggested. Then, he glanced at the cleaned-up droid and added, "Gave your droid an oil bath. Hope that helps," Owen informed them, noting the droid's cheerful beeps in response.

"Thank you," Beka responded, her appreciation evident. "Is there anything we can do to repay you?"

"You helped Luke with his nightmares; that's more than enough payment," Beru laughed warmly, her eyes reflecting genuine gratitude for Beka's kindness towards their nephew.

As they finished eating, Beka offered to help Beru with the dishes, eager to contribute to the household chores in gratitude for their hospitality.

"So, this friend of yours, what would he be doing out here?" Owen asked, his curiosity piqued by their mission.

"Honestly, sir, I don't even know," Rex admitted, his expression sincere as he shared their uncertainty.

"I know you're a clone," Owen began, addressing Rex directly.

"I'm not like the others," Rex responded, his voice firm with conviction as he asserted his individuality.

"I know if you wanted to kill us or take us to the Empire, you would have done it by now. But your friend, what's her story?" Owen pressed further, his interest piqued by their clandestine circumstances.

"Honestly, sir, on the run. We're not well-liked by the Empire," Rex explained, his words laden with the weight of their shared struggles and the dangers they faced as fugitives.

Owen's gaze lingered on Rex for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he processed the revelation. "I see," he said finally, his tone tinged with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. He looked at Beka, who was now playing with his nephew Luke, a sense of urgency creeping into his expression. "We better make our way to town," he remarked.

Beka stood up and turned to Beru, her smile warm with gratitude. "Thank you for your hospitality," she expressed sincerely. Beru returned the smile, her eyes reflecting warmth and understanding as she nodded in acknowledgment. Before leaving, Beka left a few credits on the table as a token of their appreciation.

Owen led Rex, Beka, and Sprig towards town in his transport, the two following closely behind on their speeders. As they approached the outskirts, they diverged paths and commenced scanning the area meticulously, their eyes keen for any trace of their elusive friend amidst the bustling surroundings.

"Can you use that Jedi trick to trace him?" Rex whispered, his voice barely audible above the din of the bustling town.

Beka glanced at Rex, her brow furrowing slightly at the mention of the Jedi trick. "It doesn't work like that," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the rustle of the wind. "But I can try to sense his presence in the Force."

Rex nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of their elusive quarry. "Anything's worth a shot at this point," he replied, his tone tinged with a note of determination.

With that, they continued their journey towards the town, their senses alert and their minds focused on the task at hand. As they walked, Beka reached out with her feelings, probing the currents of the Force for any trace of their friend's presence. Suddenly, a flicker of recognition flashed through her mind, a distant echo of familiarity that sent a shiver down her spine. "I think I sense something," she murmured, her voice barely audible even to Rex's keen ears.

Rex turned to her, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Beka closed her eyes, her focus honed on the faint whisper of the Force. "I'm not sure," she admitted, her brow furrowing in concentration. "But I think... I think he's close. Very close." As she delved deeper into her connection with the Force, a sudden vision emerged, revealing a man looking over the Lars' home from a cave. The revelation sent waves of shock through Beka's mind. "He's been in the caves the whole time.

"Are you sure?" Rex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beka nodded, her eyes still closed as she focused on the vision that had revealed their friend's whereabouts. "I'm sure," she replied, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "We have to act fast."

With a determined nod, Rex sprang into action, his resolve palpable as he leaped onto his speeder with a sense of purpose. He revved the engine, the roar of the motor echoing through the desert landscape, signaling his readiness to follow Beka's lead. Together, they raced across the sandy terrain, the wind whipping against their faces as they closed in on their destination with unwavering determination. As they approached the caves overlooking the Lars' home, Beka and Rex slowed their speeders to a halt. Dismounting with practiced ease, they scanned the area with sharp eyes, searching for any signs of movement amidst the rugged landscape. With precision and skill, they disabled the sensor alarm guarding the entrance and ventured inside the makeshift shelter, their senses on high alert. Beside them, the droid, Sprig, emitted soft beeps, its sensors keen and alert, ready to assist in any way possible as they delved deeper into the mysterious caves.

"He's not here," Rex observed, his gaze sweeping over the makeshift living quarters with a sense of disappointment.

Beka nodded in agreement, her expression determined as she settled onto the ground and began to meditate. "We'll wait," she said, her voice calm but resolute. "He'll return soon enough."

And so, they waited, the minutes stretching into hours as they kept a silent vigil over the Lars' home.

As the stars danced in the sky above, Beka and Rex remained steadfast in their resolve, united in their quest to find their friend and bring him back into the fold. For in the darkness of the desert night, they knew that hope still burned bright, lighting the way towards a future filled with possibility and promise.

Many hours later...

"I knew I would have been found eventually," came a calm voice, breaking the silence that had settled over the cave.

Beka's gaze remained fixed ahead, her posture unwavering as she addressed the newcomer. "Hello, Obi-Wan," she greeted, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

Obi-Wan acknowledged her with a nod of recognition. "Master Rebekath," he replied, his tone tinged with a note of respect for the Jedi Master before him. With his scruffy beard and longer hair, he appeared tired yet resolute, the weariness evident in the lines etched on his face.

Rex emerged from his hiding place, his presence a reassuring presence in the dimly lit chamber. "General," he greeted, his voice firm as he stood at attention before Obi-Wan.

The Jedi Master returned Rex's greeting with a nod of acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene unfolding before him. "Rex," he replied simply. Suddenly, a series of beeps and whistles cut through the air, drawing Obi-Wan's attention to the droid that stood nearby. "And I don't know you," he remarked, his gaze shifting to the mechanical droid with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

Beka offered a small smile in response to Obi-Wan's observation. "He goes by Sprig," she explained, her voice warm with affection for her loyal companion.

Obi-Wan nodded, his gaze returning to Beka as he settled beside her. "I thought you were," he began, his words trailing off as he waited for an explanation.

"I thought the same," Beka replied, her tone tinged with a sense of resignation.

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding, his expression sympathetic as he listened to Beka's words. "Why are you here?" he inquired, his voice gentle but probing.

Beka sighed, her gaze drifting towards the direction of the Lars' home. "I had to know what really happened," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Obi-Wan's eyes followed hers, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon as he contemplated the weight of their shared history. "We were all deceived," he began, his voice heavy with the burden of the past. His voice resonated with solemnity as he recounted the tragic saga to Beka, his eyes reflecting the weight of the memories he carried. Beka listened intently, her expression a mix of empathy and sorrow as she absorbed the gravity of Obi-Wan's narrative. She could feel the pain and anguish that permeated his words, the scars of his past etched deep into his soul.

As Obi-Wan spoke of Padmé's tragic fate and the treachery of the clones, Beka's heart ached for the Jedi Master and all those who had suffered in the wake of the Order's fall. She could sense the burden of guilt and regret that weighed heavily upon him, yet she also detected a flicker of resilience and determination in his eyes.

Beka nodded, her thoughts turning to the friends she had lost and the mysteries that still remained unresolved. "The boy is his son?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she sought confirmation of her suspicions.

Obi-Wan nodded solemnly, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I have to stay here and protect him," he declared, his voice filled with determination.

"General," Rex began, his tone hesitant as he addressed the Jedi Master before him.

But before Rex could say another word, Beka interjected, her voice firm with resolve. "I know you two have a lot to talk about," she said, her gaze shifting between Obi-Wan and Rex.

As she turned away, a voice came in through her comlink, breaking the tense atmosphere that had settled over the cave. "Beka? Beka!" Hunter's panicked voice echoed through the chamber, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Beka's veins.

"Hunter?" Beka answered, her voice tinged with concern as she listened to her friend's distress call.

"Omega, Lon, and Isaac were taken," Hunter exclaimed, his words sending a chill down Beka's spine.

Beka glanced at Rex and Obi-Wan, her heart heavy with the weight of the news. "Take my ship," Obi-Wan offered, his voice filled with urgency as he urged Beka to act.

"But," Beka started, her mind racing with the implications of what Hunter had just revealed.

"Your friend needs you," Obi-Wan insisted, his gaze unwavering as he met Beka's eyes with a look of understanding.

Beka turned to Rex, her expression torn between duty and loyalty. "Rex?" she asked, seeking reassurance from her steadfast companion.

"No, Beka, I need to stay. There is stuff that I have to help with," Rex said, his voice filled with conviction as he affirmed his commitment to their cause.

"But Rex, I can't risk you getting caught up in this," Beka protested, her concern evident in her voice as she glanced at him.

"I have unresolved matters that require my attention, matters that are just as important," Rex replied, his tone resolute. "There are still people out there who need my help, and I can't turn my back on them."

Beka nodded, understanding the depth of Rex's dedication. "Just promise me you'll be careful," she said. Rex nodded in assurance. With a nod of acceptance, Beka offered Rex a supportive smile. "Alright then, but if you need anything, you know where to find me," she said, her voice soft yet determined.

Beka started to make her way towards the ship with Sprig following close behind. "May the Force be with you," Obi-Wan said, his voice echoing through the chamber as Beka prepared to depart.

"May the Force be with you," Beka responded, her words a solemn vow to uphold the Jedi teachings and honor the sacrifices of those who had come before her. With a final glance back at Rex and Obi-Wan, she boarded the ship and set course for the unknown, her heart filled with determination and her spirit guided by the light of the Force.

[gamereign]

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐎’𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 , his lightness of heart bearing the possibility that he could relinquish his weight and   dissolve into the atmosphere ,   fizzling out like   tufts of cotton candy .   glittering eyes had crescented in his mirth ,   and when he opens them again ,   he’s looking up at seto like he’s   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃   ━━━━   and he is .   “   oh ,   suuure   you aren’t ,   ”   he plays along ,   though with a musicality to his tone that indicates that he   isn’t really .   “   either way ,   i’m not in a rush ,   seto - kun .   ”   

           faintly ,   he flushes at the remark toward his   empathetic nature .   he can recall many times where seto had framed his sensitivities as a weakness of sorts ,   something he should be ashamed of ,   but his change in tune is all the evidence yuugi requires to perceive the   TRUE CONTENTS   of his heart .   part of him had never been   𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   to imagine that the two of them would ever actually be this way ,   openly affectionate and vulnerably honest ,   yet even more of him had spent   COUNTLESS HOURS   dreaming about it   𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 .   “   you shouldn’t be surprised ,   by now ,   ”   is all he manages to reply ,   voice featherlight with unquantifiable affinity . 

           at the caress to his cheek ,   yuugi must actively resist the urge to   PURR ,   though he can’t help but lean into the touch in a manner just as feline ,   all but   pouting   when it disappears .   but before he can lament the loss ,   his   dainty little hand   is intertwined with seto’s much larger one ,   making him   𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐰 .   then ,   those words so tenderly spoken to him echo in his mind a few times :   stay the night ,   stay the night ,   stay the night   [   . . .   ]   until seto’s voice is imprinted in the back of yuugi’s brain .   

           he’s been so fixated on the   REQUEST FOR HIS COMPANY   that he registers the invitation to share a bed a bit belatedly .   for what must be the   thousandth time tonight ,   yuugi blushes   beet red   from the roots of his hair follicles to the dip in his collarbone .   “   well   ━━━━   i   [   . . .   ]   of course i want to be close to you   [   . . .   ]   ”   it comes out demurely ,   perhaps a bit coy ,   like he can’t be construed to have anything but the   PUREST INTENTIONS .   and ,   verily ,   he   does   ━━━━   at least in the sense that he would be perfectly content to lie by seto’s side ,   to drift off to sweet dreams in his arms .   𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭   [   . . .   ]   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 .   when one has wanted another as long and as   desperately   as yuugi has wanted seto ,   it’s only natural that sometimes ,   THEIR DESIRES RUN AHEAD OF THEM .

           airily ,   yuugi chuckles ,   raising his free hand to curl loosely over his lips ,   the lower of which is   𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ .   “   you’ll have to lend me pajamas ,   ”   he says ,   squeezing seto’s hand back as they make their way back into the house .   “   i know nothing of yours will fit me ,   but i want to wear it anyway .   ”

Yugi's body is actually pressed against his and he's actually touching him with such a tenderness. It's everything he's wanted and more, and it's why his arms embrace Yugi as best they could given their height difference. Admittedly, he likes the difference when it means he could hold all of the other without his possessive mind wondering if eyes wander elsewhere.

"I'm not that impatient..." He tries to argue, without much to really rebuttal. After all, Seto was the king of impulsivity. "I can't offer much of an answer as to why, but it's moments like this where I'm glad you're surprisingly forgiving and understanding." To think he used to try and insult him for it, but maybe it was because he admired him so much that he could just do that with ease while Seto felt an instinctively tug at him in his mind like an animal pulled at a leash.

"It's cold and...I don't like the idea of you being driven back home in the snow, even if my drivers are excellent." He only pulls away to stroke his cheek again, before taking his hand with an admittedly affectionate squeeze. "...Stay the night. You can sleep in my bed or one of the guest rooms, whatever you want." Admittedly, it was the closest he's ever been to ever asking someone for anything. It felt nice though, to not have to make up excuses to prolong seeing Yugi through games or business. He can just ask...and he would.

[s0ft-d3cay]

Serenity

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | No this was not written at 3:52am this morning...

Warnings: Slight mentions of loneliness and feeling like a burden, other then that is just cuddling and kisses, reader calls Mike a darling devil, reader gets call an incubus(in a cute way), no use of Y/N

WC: 688

"You already said I could stay over, would you prefer I sleep alone on the couch or the foot of your bed?" You teased, walking through the front door, taking quick steps closer to Mike. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, forming a trail of light kisses over both cheeks and his nose. The warmth of his skin below your lips was an instant indication of his speechlessness and embarrassment, Mike chuckles. His mind already made up on your question. "You know damn well you’re sleeping on that bed with me." His hands gliding over the outside of your arms, moving to grasp your lower forearms as he guides the both of them to his room.

You follow without a second thought, the urge to keep placing kisses on his cute face enthralls you. "Gezz, so demanding tonight..." You flirted back coyly, an impossible smile permanently on your face. "Big spoon or little spoon?" You asked in a hushed tone, kneeling by the foot of the bed, discarding your work shoes and jacket.

A question you’d been waiting all day to ask, the long day of time creeping by with arrogant co-workers and customers. Tired of playing a part in someone else’s story, as someone not even worth the glance. Unlike now, under the serenity of Mike’s soft tired eyes with his affectionate smile. The man now cuddled up to his pillow on his bed, the pastel orange glow of the nightstand lamp laminating over his gentle features.

You smile, chest tightening around a fragile tender heart deep within your rib cage. "Okay first off, I’m always demanding when I have the bed all to myself, you know this already and...Little spoon." He corrects with a light chuckle, heart fluttering at the sound, soon climbing into to bed with him. "I know, I just like hearing you repeat it my darling devil." You replied sweetly with a giggle, arms, and legs intertwining like thread and fabric.

Pressing more kisses to his shoulder and neck as you embraced him from behind. Warmth emitting from the both of them, creating a buzzing sensation beneath your skin. Muscles now relaxing at the lack of use, paused upon blankets and a mattress of restfulness. The two a combined husk of slow heart beats, a soothing steady beat synchronized from one body to another.

Mike exhales softly, mind and his own heart racing from your tenderness. The nickname you playfully gave him sent chills through his veins pleasantly. You breathed in the tranquility of his scent, the pulling lure of slumber at the edges of your mind and eyelids. "And you’re my little love devil." Mike whispers back. The peaceful moment Mike had also been waiting for, to have you embrace him. To feel the pressure of your arms, like a safe blanket wrapped tightly around him. A sacred bubble of a peaceful exhale, away from everything that felt too much and too overwhelming. A space just for him and you...

"I think the term you’re looking for is little incubus." You whispered to his shoulder, breath fanning over his skin, your eyes now closed. The fusing feeling of belonging shared with content affection filled you, that ache of loneliness soothed for one night more. "Hmm…little love incubus? How’s that sound?" He adds in a sleep tone. Your hand now methodically rubbing over his waist and arms, your restful dream-state only seconds away. "I like it. You…you however are more an angel than a devil…" Yawning through your last words of the night.

Mike couldn't help but to giggle slightly from the way you praised him as an angel. Your rhythmic fingers moving on his waist had him melting. "And you're most certainly my comfort devil..." He responded back softly. Mike released a yawn as his eyes closed. One last thought crossing his mind before he drifts away, when was the last time I felt this safe with anyone? Mikes body falls asleep not long after his soft snores coated in undisturbed peace with each exhale, like the sea crashing into a cliff side, earth shattering yet comforting to your ears. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[full-of-roman-angst-trash]

Wounded Even By Happiness CH.2

Masterpost

Next Chapter

Roman remembers the first time he met Virgil. He remembers not paying the pale boy much attention. He remembers being too engulfed in the party and Janus to really think about the interaction too much. It was only after Roman continued meeting Virgil and hanging out with him that he began to get curious about Virgil.

Roman isn’t sure when exactly he began to have feelings for Virgil. But, when he realized that his heart- the one he thought had already met its soulmate- fell in love with Virgil, he knew he had to take his shot. He knew he couldn’t just push this feeling away and ignore it. Plus, he thought he was ready to move on from his past lover. He truly believed he had taken the right step that day. After all, he knew this is what Janus would want.

“Hey Virgil?” Roman called over at his friend standing across from him, a light blush present on his face as he tried to keep his nervousness in check.

Virgil sat up and looked over at Roman, “Mhm?”

Roman takes a deep breath, “I want to tell you something very important. And I want you to answer me truthfully, even if it may hurt my feelings. There will be no hard feelings no matter how you answer. Okay?”

“Um okay?” Virgil answered with an unsure tone, nervous as to what exactly Roman is about to tell him.

There’s a moment of hesitation before Roman speaks again, “I like you romantically. A lot. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now. I want to know if you’re willing to date and just give things a chance.

Virgil blushes deeply and for a second he’s unable to speak. He can’t believe it. Someone as amazing as Roman likes him back? And for a while? It sounds unbelievable. Especially considering how hard Roman fell for Janus. Virgil thought it would be impossible for him to ever move on and like someone again.

The silence makes Roman regret his decision for a second. But, before he can try and change the subject he gets his response.

“I like you too,” Virgil smiles,”I am more than willing to give this a chance.”

Virgil holds his coffee mug tightly. Sometimes, he wondered how different things would have turned out for him if he had never accepted Roman’s confession. Would he be dating someone else? Someone who’d be willing to talk things out instead of just pushing every problem under the rug. Someone who’s affectionate and open instead of cold and distant. Someone who actually listened instead of ignoring everyone. Someone who loved him.

“Vee.”

Virgil hesitantly looks up at Remus, “Yes?”

“Are you going to tell me what happened or are you just going to stay quiet?”

Virgil knew that this question would eventually come up. He knew Remus would see right through him. He knew that the argument would come back to haunt him. Remus always just seems to care too much.

“I just got into a stupid argument with Roman yesterday,” Virgil mumbles, knowing that Remus won’t accept silence as an answer, “Don’t worry about it.”

Remus rolls his eyes, "It seems to be bothering you a lot. So I will worry about it. Didn't he do his performance yesterday? Why would you guys fight about that?"

The question hurts Virgil more than he wants it to. The question seems to highlight how unnecessary their fight was. Remus is right, there was nothing to fight about. It was supposed to be a happy day. A day they could celebrate such a huge accomplishment. And instead, they fought. 

Virgil bawls his hand into a fist, "I tried to be supportive and bring him flowers backstage, but he didn't appreciate it. He just dismissed me and told me he had to finish getting ready."

Remus frowns, "And did you guys try to talk things out after getting home?"

The answer to that question was obvious. Afterall, Roman’s sprawled out blankets on the couch was a clear indication that they went to bed without a word. Or that at the very least nothing was truly resolved.

"No," Virgil continues drinking his coffee, "He started drinking once we got home and eventually fell asleep on the couch. I want to try and talk to him before he goes to work. He hasn't come out of his office since he woke up though."

Before Remus can respond, the office door opens and Roman walks into the kitchen. He raises a brow at seeing his brother sitting next to Virgil.

"Remus? What are you doing here?" Roman asks as he walks to the drawer and gets his keys.

"I came to drop off the supplies you asked for," Remus replies as he tries to read his brother's emotions, "But then I wanted to talk to Vee a bit."

Roman just hums and starts walking to the door, “Alright. Well, I’m leaving. I have to meet with Logan.”

The tension in the air is one that Roman and Remus are very used to. It’s one they’ve been haunted by since they were kids. The two of them have always had a thin relationship. When they were kids, they were always together yet they never really developed a deep bound. Insead, they merely know how to coexist.

It isn’t that Roman hates Remus. In fact, he can’t deny that he loves his brother. However, Roman also can’t deny the divide between them. No matter how much he wants to understand his twin and have that inseparable bond with him, he just can’t feel it. To Roman, Remus is a stranger who he cares and loves. Their relationship feels almost like that of a fan and an entertainer.

At some point there was something that bridged their relationship. There was a couple of years when Roman and Remus began to get close because of Janus. Janus was a very intellectual individual. He always did his best to try and get the twins to understand one another. And it began to slowly work. But once that bridge abruptly crumbled the two of them went back to how they were before they met Janus.

Remus and Virgil watch Roman leave. After Roman is fully gone, Remus turns to Virgil.

“I guess you guys will have to talk things out later.”

[houseofchalamet]

Very Busy

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x f!Reader. Summary: Desperate reader rides Timmy’s thigh while he’s working. Warnings: Smut, Dom!Timmy, thigh riding, language, teasing, begging. Word count: 635 A/N: Idk this one is mild as far as smut goes but pop off ig.

“Hi, Timmy,” you said, trying to keep your voice as innocent as possible.

“Hello, love,” he hummed. He didn’t look up from his desk, but he sounded pleasantly surprised. Usually, you never bothered him while he was working.

But today, you just couldn't help it.

Today, you needed him.

You crossed the room until you were right next to him, leaning against his desk. “Do you want to hang out with me?”

Finally, he looked up at you. Glanced down at the skirt he knew you had allowed to ride up on purpose. His unamused eyes met yours again before flicking back to the script he’d been analyzing for the past few hours. He could read you like a book; he knew what you wanted.

“Come here,” was all he said. You smirked, knowing exactly how he wanted you. You straddled his right leg, facing him. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. You began rocking your hips against him.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but you were already frustrated. You weren’t even close yet, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You stopped moving and huffed out a breath. 

“Need you,” you murmured into his neck.

“Keep going.” That was all the attention you were afforded. His eyes remained focused on scanning the papers in front of him, highlighting all of his lines and occasionally writing notes in the margins.

“But Timmy…” you whined, pulling back. You sat upright as your hand drifted down to his cock. You were not surprised to find it rock solid beneath his pants. “Can’t you just take a teeny tiny break? Please?”

You knew begging was fruitless; Timothée was nothing if not devoted to his job. Still, you figured you’d try to sway him. 

He smirked the tiniest bit; the only indication of your failure to persuade him. Your jaw clenched.

“I’m very busy, mon amour,” he replied. His tone was even, giving no indication that you were affecting him whatsoever. Perhaps that was the part that infuriated you the most. “I need to finish this. But if you’d rather wait until later-”

“No! No…” You pouted. “I can’t wait until later.”

His smirk deepend wickedly. “Then. Keep. Going.”

You huffed again as you returned your arms to their place around his neck and rested your head back down on his shoulder. Your skirt had ridden all the way up to your waist, the moisture that had already gathered between your legs now being contained by only a thin strip of underwear. You hoped you wouldn’t make a mess on his pants. Last time you did that, he wouldn’t let you cum for a week.

You began moving your hips again, the friction relieving some of your tension, but not enough.

“I don’t hear you, dear.”

You released the whimper you hadn’t realized was stuck in the back of your throat. 

“Much better.”

You moaned into his neck again, a little louder this time. He loved hearing you express your pleasure.

You moved faster, really trying to focus this time. Your breathing quickened, your moans becoming more frequent. Timmy lazily dragged a hand up your spine and you gasped. Even the most basic of touches from him could make your toes curl.

Your heart (and hips) raced as you felt your orgasm building. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Go ahead, love,” he said gently; affectionately. It was enough to push you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back and moaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Your entire body trembled. You could still feel him rubbing your back lovingly, his touch sending tingles up and down your spine. 

“Good girl,” he murmured as the aftershocks subsided.

You whimpered again, placing a light kiss on his neck.