#wolfpack makes me sad

[veny-many]

STAR WARS ADVENTURES: THE CLONE WARS-BATTLE TALES ISSUE #2 is for wolfpack fans and i love it.

JUST LOOK AT THAT WOLFFE'S SMILE

Like he smiles everytime in this comics how could he smile all the time in this comics since he never ever smiles peacefully and happily in the clone wars im crying right now

He's just happy boy who likes to go along with his boys and his general. He's a good big brother and son.

And now Comet being the most aggressive boy in wolfpack makes me cringe.

And Wolffe's like 'okay calm down little bro you can't just shoot everything like that' leader(big bro) makes me cringe more.

Aaaaaaand Sinker casually jinxing his bros lmao

They really argue like annoying brothers. I love it so much.

Before the malevolence I bet the Comet was the sassest and most sarcastic youngest in wolfpack bc look at this.

He's so annoyed by flying clankers.

And now he looked like scared and desperate. Saying they can't make it alive. He has fast and realistic judgment and he knows they'll never make it

And Wolffe is just talking to his bros it'll be alright like oldest child reassure their younger siblings when they're in danger or afraid. Its nice somehow heartbreaking...

And don't worry the General came to save his boys!

I like he was riding his starfighter before and now he's in gunship and came for Wolfpack.

Like 'Well seems like my boys in trouble my job is done and I'm gonna quickly hop out of my jet and get in gunship and search for them!'.

And he do cares for them. He's just happy nobody hurt or died and that's all he cares and it BREAKS MY HEART BC HE DID LOST MANY FRIENDS AND FAMILIES IN MANY BATTLES BEFORE SO HE JUST HAPPY THAT HIS BOYS ALRIGHT.

And Wolffe is like 'that's my general!' And smiles happily. This is happy. And sad. Just both.

And after malevolence and khorm he's just... sass, and cold, and annoyed by many other thing and doesn't SMILE.

Or... maybe he just smiles like... only when he talks to his wolfpack and general while relaxed, and that's why we never could see him smile??

Either way he became sad boy after so many lost brother and it always makes me sad too. I know he had big heart, being great big brother, and happy smiles, and naive but honest and good boy. But war made him devastated and angry and depressed.

It's still good that at least he had his wolfpack bros, and plo koon, even and after war he had Rex and Gregor together. He can't leave alone. He can't be lone wolf bc he's sad big brother and needs some pack that he needs to take care and live together and ever.

[crazyk-imagine]

Hi, I was thinking Jacob Black x Reader. Where Jacob was waiting for Reader to come out of school till he heard commotion in front of the school and saw Reader fighting a bully who is a guy. She has a bruised lip and bleeding nose. Jacob hurriedly pick up Reader and take her to Emily’s so she can chill out and so Emily can patch her up. The pack saw her and they started asking questions till Emily started lecturing her.

Jealousy and Pack Scolding's

Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader

Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara V, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being an idiot, Sam not liking the imprinting, this was actually kind of cute, I think I made Jake a likable character (for me), Emily is an angel, Sam and Emily are my fav, reader has avoided making eye contact with Jake bc she has a crush, Sam knows whats up, Embry just wants his imprint, Paul is such a big brother here, love writing for the wolfpack, it's so much fun, reader knows about imprints

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: Ask and you shall receive... this was fun and totally not inspired by Jake fics where he's a little jealous shit

I've aged probably everyone sooo, Sam is 26, Emily is 25. Leah is 23. Jared and Paul are 19 (in a nearby community college) and just one semester from graduating. Jake, Reader and Embry are 18. Quil, Seth, Brody are 17. Cam and Seth are 16

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He kicks his bike stand up, so it stays upright while he waits for you to exit the school. He crosses his arms, not wanting anyone to talk to him, hoping he looks “menacing” enough for his classmates to get the hint and steer clear of him.

He knows Quil and Embry made their way back to Emily's since Sam wants them to do their patrol shift as soon as they can once they finished with their last class.

He couldn't complain much considering he was able to go home and change before heading back to pick you up so he could successfully switch shifts with Embry, which annoys him since Sam basically ordered him to pick you up.

He’d be more okay with it if you two were friends- or even talking; he doesn’t know why he was put to the job since you two aren’t close- or at least, compared to Jared and Paul.

Jake did recently find out (after complaining to the guys when their alpha wasn’t around) you’re Sam's niece and Emily has taken a light to you, thinking of you as her own daughter.

And the only reason he thinks that is because of how she treats you; it always reminds him of the way his mom took care of him and his sisters when they were younger.

Don't get him wrong, he has no problem with that or the way she treats you, he's more curious than anything since you haven't been talking to him.

It kind of bugs him that you talk to Paul and Jared more than him and isn't sure why. He gets the two shifted before everyone, but you've started talking to Embry and Quil so why not him too? Hell, you’ve even started making small talk with the newest shifters Brady and Collin.

He thinks this is why Sam sent him here, so he'll stop moping around about you and not just because the pack is tired of hearing how sad he is with you not talking to him.

The chanting, "fight, fight, fight," overtakes his sense in waiting for you and he steps closer.

He stops behind the wall of people, checking on who's fighting, curious as to who's stupid enough to fight on school property.

The fist flies to your face and he starts fighting his way to get past the people blocking him from getting to you.

You spit, not wanting the copper taste to remain in your mouth. You turn your head back to David, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won.

You kick his upper thigh, right above his knee and knock him down before pulling your arm back and drive your fist as hard as you can into his cheek.

He falls and cups his cheek, whining about the pain and the fact that he's bleeding.

"Talk about my family again and you'll be bleeding more."

Jacob finally breaks through the crowd and pushes David's friend away before the guy could grab you. "Back off," he growls.

The friend raises his hands in defense and backs away, noticing how buff he'd gotten and knows better to not fight Jacob.

He turns to you, smelling blood on you and cups your face, searching to find the damage, ignoring your eyes as the blood from your lip drips further down your chin. "Come on."

He puts you on the back of his bike and starts it before kicking the kickstand.

-

You unwrap your arms and get off the bike, trying to put distance between you, Jacob, and your home.

He grabs your wrist, "where do you think you're going?"

"Away."

"Just because you want to hide your face from Emily and Sam, doesn't mean you can run away."

"I can still try." You tug on his arm. "Let me go."

"No, you need to go in there and face them."

You stop fighting and he lets go of you, trusting that you won't leave. "I don't want Sam to be disappointed."

"Did you pick a fight with David on purpose?"

You shake your head, "of course not."

"Then he won't be disappointed... as long as you talk to him."

"Says the guy who fights him every chance he gets."

That earns a chuckle from Jake. "Says the mousy niece."

You scoff, shoving his arm. "Hey, I'm not mousy."

"This is the longest conversation we've ever had."

"That's your fault, you're always mopey."

"I am not."

"Are so."

"Am"- You walk through the door.

Emily's voice interrupts yours and everyone else's conversations. "I'm happy to see the two of you are talking." She smiles with a twinkle shining in her eye that quickly dies as soon as she catches sight of your face.

"Oh my- what the hell happened to you?" She grabs your chin, tilting so she can look at your face. "Who did this?"

Paul tenses, Jared tries to see over her shoulder.

Embry and Quil walk through the back door and glance at one another with concern evident on their faces once they realize what’s happened.

"Don't tell, Sam," you reply, staring into her eyes, practically begging her not to tell him.

"Don't tell me what?"

You grimace and then wince because your adrenaline has worn off and the pain has surfaced. "How much I love you?" You say without turning.

"I don't buy it." He wraps an arm around Emily, pecking her cheek. "Did you cut your finger again?" He asks with the scent of blood wafting through the room.

"Uh-" She catches your eye as she glances down at her hands. "Maybe, I don't know."

You attempt to sneak away while he's distracted and fail.

"Turn around."

You pout, keeping your head low as you turn.

"Lift your head."

"I like staring at my shoes while they're clean."

He grumbles your name under his breath.

You lift your head and sigh. "I may have gotten into an altercation at school."

"What the hell happened?"

"That's what I was asking before you got here?" Emily chimes in. "And I was avoiding it then."

"What did you do?"

You scoff, "I didn't do anything, you dick."

"That is no way to talk to your uncle," she tells you.

You stare at her, "I'm going to give him the same respect he gives me," and turn to him. "Which is none."

You exit the room when you realize none of you are going to be able to have a proper conversation and make your way to your room, slamming the door behind you.

-

"What happened while you were waiting for her?" Sam towers over Jacob, attempting to search through his mind to figure out what could have happened.

"I don't- I don't know. I was waiting and then I heard the other kids chanting, fight and then I saw her get hit and then take down David-"

"Wait- she was fighting David?" Jared chimes in with a smile.

"He deserves it," Paul adds.

"Guys a grade A asshole," Embry says before snacking on a muffin.

"So, this fight was valid?" Sam asks, wanting to understand everything he's learned within the last five minutes.

"No, it wasn't valid because fighting isn't the solution, is it boys?" Emily turns to the boys at the table.

"No," everyone answers.

"Good," she smiles.

"But this hasn't happened before? What's happened? This David- or whoever clearly said something for her to act out."

"He was talking about my family," you tell them, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed.

"That doesn't give you enough reason to fight," she tells you.

"It does when they start making fun of your dead parents and uncle who's running a cult."

They purse their lips.

"How do you feel?"

You shrug, "my fist and face are aching, so I'd say I did something right."

She sighs. "Fighting isn't the answer."

"I know that!"

"Then why did you do it?"

Your emotions cause you to snap. "I was tired of him thinking he could still bully me!"

She takes a few steps closer to you. "This has been going on for a while now. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want either of you to walk into the principal's office thinking you could stop it when it'd only make things worse," you grumble.

"We could have found another way to stop him from making comments."

"I took care of it the only way I could."

"There's always more than one way-"

"I know," you run your fingers through your hair in a frustrated manner. "I wasn't thinking but he wouldn't shut up. He waited a few months, giving me a grievance period but then he started talking shit again and today he wouldn't leave me alone."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jared asks.

"Yeah," you scoff, "because I wanted you guys to help when the hothead is one fight away from being expelled. Everyone still thinks those two," you point to Embry and Quil. "Are weird because they suddenly got buff and had a haircut. Don't even mention the fact that Jake along with Brody and Cam are the new talk of the pack."

Sam sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Just, go clean the blood off as best you can, and Emily will wrap your wounds."

"I already did."

"Then go get the first aid kit and bring it in here."

You walk back into the bathroom throwing everything you’d laid out on the counter back into the bag and aim for the kitchen. "Heal me with your magical powers, Em."

She smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders as she guides you to the island so she can use the natural light to check over you. "Does this hurt?"

"Not yet."

"Okay, let me know when it-"

You suck in a deep breath through your teeth.

"Hurts. You okay?"

"Peachy, Em."

"I know you had to defend yourself today, but fighting isn't always the answer."

"Yeah, I know," you reply with an attitude.

"I'm just reminding you, so you don't continue hurting yourself. You're not like the others, and I don't like seeing you get hurt."

"Thanks, Emily," you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a long hug.

She smiles, returning the hug. "Don't go getting into fights again or else I'm going to bubble wrap you."

You chuckle. "As long as you save me from a Sam lecture."

"Deal." She slides the plate with muffins, closer to you. "Eat something first."

The guys shake their heads at your behavior.

"Does this mean I can hang out with you guys?"

"You hang out with us already," Jacob points out.

"Cliff diving." You unwrap your muffin.

"Absolutely not," your uncle tells you.

"Come on."

"No,” Sam shakes his head.

"Guys," you beg, turning around to look at the others.

"We're not getting involved in that," Paul raises his hands, heading towards the couch.

- Extra -

"Wha-"

"I'm with Paul," Embry tells you, pulling Quil with him as they sit beside Jared.

You turn to face your knight in shining armor. “Jake-”

He turns away from the others and glances back at you, the humor falling from his face.

“Oh, shit,” Jared mutters.

“Are you serious?” Embry whines.

You owlishly blink trying to figure out what’s happened when he falls to his knees. You set your muffin down and push yourself off the stool to stand in front of him. You poke his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“It’s you,” he mutters.

You raise your head and face the others with a scared and confused expression. “Guys, what the hell just happened?”

Paul smirks and looks away.

Jared buries his face with a muffin.

Embry and Quil face the tv, not wanting to see how things plays out.

Brady and Collin walk through the door.

“Holy shit,” the former says.

“Congrats, Jake. You finally got your imprint,” the latter adds.

“What?” You spin around to face Emily. “Imprint? That’s what just happened?”

Sam rubs a hand over his face. This was the last thing they needed.

“Did we- did you not know?” Brady asks you.

“Does this look like the face of someone who’s in the know? Does it. Brady?”

Collin pulls his buddy away before you can rip their heads off.

“I think we need to talk,” Sam says, pulling Jacob off the ground. “Outside.”

You three stand on the porch, trying to wrap your heads around the whole situation.

-

“I don’t know what this means,” you tell them.

“This means, no being alone in your room. No sneaking out after curfew. No-”

“Sam, we’re not dating. This doesn’t apply to us.”

“It could,” he says, finally snapping out of his mind.

“What?”

“It- the imprint bond doesn’t happen by accident, it’s the joining of when two soulmates find each other.”

“So, we’re soulmates?”

He nods.

“I thought you were in love with Bella?”

“I was.”

“And now you’re not? You couldn’t have moved on that fast just because of this bond.”

He sighs, “I know this is going to be a lot of work, but I want to get to know you whether we go out or not… even though dating you-”

The clearing of someone’s throat cuts him off.

He sheepishly smiles, rubbing the back of his head. “We’ll talk more later.”

You can’t help but giggle and wince soon after.

He’s kneeling in front of you in seconds, searching for any sign of pain. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. My lip is going to be the kill joy of my existence for a few days but I’m fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “thanks for pulling me out of there when you did.”

He shakes his head, “it was nothing.”

“It was more than you know, and I know you were only there because Uncle Sam made you, but I still wanted to thank you.”

He can’t help the wide smile that stretches across his lips. “I’ll always be there for you.”

-

Sam throws you over his shoulder. “Babe, where’s the extra wood I keep for the winter?”

“Back room, why?” She asks, watching as you beat on his back.

“I’m locking some doors.”

“Sam, no!” You screech. “Boys, help me.”

“He’s the alpha, what he says go,” Paul tells you.

“You suck, Lahote.”

“You’re gonna be swallowing, princess.”

Paul has never shifted and ran out of his alpha’s place as quickly as he did today.

The others lose their minds as he runs all around, nearly bumping into the clearwater siblings as they head towards the place.

-

Tag list (if you'd like to be added or removed, don't hesitate to ask)

@kmc1989 @gilbertgirl13

[yeyinde]

NotDog!Soap makes me think of the Wolfpack series by Jakub Rózalski,

Particularly You found me, my old friend

And Old friend

💛💛 your work, you nailed that sheer terror of the familiar flipping to horrifingly different.

ohhhhh, i loved these so much!! this (esp the dog staring at the creature in Old Friend) is the eerie tone/mood i was aiming for.

and the addition of the pack, too. with the wolves and the creature all staring back at the dog and Kalina is an interesting spin. this especially:

Wolves! And among them something... half human, half wolf! But there was no anger or thirst for blood in his eyes, only sadness... Jotun was barking, but as if more in excitement than fear - "

i love a good horror ending, but the unexpected twist of it finding its way back to comfort is really appealing. i really love this!! thank you so much for introducing me to this artist!!!

[221bshrlocked]

warm hearts

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 2816 (It’s a short one. I am just as shocked as you are.)

Warnings: Lots of teasing.

Summary: Wolffe catches you in a moment of vulnerability. Then you allow him to catch you in another one again. 

A/N: It’s yearning hours, and I wanted something soft but hot. Here you go.  You can add yourself to the taglist here if you like.

The sound of the rain hitting the surface of your tent makes you sigh worryingly, and you look through the small opening to see if any of your men are outside. When you don’t see anyone nearby the campsite, you kick the covers off of you and grab the lightsaber from below your pillow. Clipping it to your belt, you exit the tent and wince when the water seeps through your clothes in a matter of minutes. You walk around the various tents pitched up in between the trees quietly, smiling to yourself when you recall the way Sinker and Boost reacted when they saw you pitching them up. It was sad though, how shocked they were that you thought of their comfort before going on the mission with them. As pleasant as it was to see them thank you as they each went into their shelters, you hated that they were surprised by the small action. 

They deserved so much, and to have them offer you gratitude for something so basic made your blood boil. The longer you thought about it, the more irritated you became, and you shut your eyes to focus on that anger in hopes of decreasing it out of fear of having it affect your behavior around them. 

“General, what are you doing out here?” The rough voice of none other than the Commander of the Wolfpack makes you flinch harshly, and you nearly topple over from the rock you’re resting on when you quickly turn around and stare at him. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before the neutral expression he’s always aimed at you takes over once more. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Commander!” You grasp at your chest, and step back onto the large boulder, turning away from Wolffe when you realize the intensity behind his gaze will not decrease any time soon. 

“You didn’t sense me.” You think he means to ask rather than comment on your momentary relapse, but you remember who it is you’re speaking with and remind yourself that the Commander of the 104th was seldom unaware of his syntax. 

“I- I didn’t…I was- am, distracted.” You look into his eyes and blink embarrassingly at him when you see him scrutinizing your every word. 

“And you think it wise to stand out here alone when you’re…compromised.” You know he doesn’t intend to offend you, but his words slice through you like a blazing fire, reminding you once again that he was much more experienced than you were when it came to this context and that he was well-aware of that little detail. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” The more he questions you, the shorter your responses become and Wolffe steps towards you until you’re nearly breathing the same air as him. 

“All the more reason to get back inside, mesh’la.” The shiver running down your spine has nothing to do with the freezing conditions you find yourself in, and everything to do with the hoarse baritone of his voice. You’re not familiar with that term, and the question is forming on your lips, but before you can ask him what that word means, a lightning strike shoots through the skies and makes you flinch, hard. 

The blinding light shines across Wolffe’s features for a brief second, and you swear you see a glint of sheer possessiveness flash through them, but his handsome face hides behind the darkness of the night again. You’re visibly shaking now, and you try to tell him why you found yourself out here when he suddenly pulls away and steps back. You miss the heat his Force signature offered you as soon as he’s no longer within reach, and as you part your lips to kindly ask him to come back to you, he breaks the silence and places his helmet back on his head. 

“Get inside, General.” He’s strict, more so now than he is with the boys on the battlefield. 

It excites you to no end. 

“Is that an o-order, Commander?” You don’t mean for the question to sound so flirtatious, and Wolffe must see through your own thoughts, because he tilts his head to the side and shamelessly moves his head up and down your body, enough for you to know that he’s checking you out. 

“Not unless you want it to be.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, and you don’t dare look away from him as he walks from you and returns to his tent. You’re left questioning the interaction for perhaps too long, only snapping out of your haze as thunder rumbles across the sky and reminds you why you left the comfort of your shelter. You gaze across the campsite again, shutting your eyes to focus on every Force signature thrumming around you. When you’re satisfied with the calm slumber emitting from each of the tents, you take a deep breath and make your way towards the Commander’s tent at the front of the group. 

There’s a voice in the back of your mind reminding you of your place, begging you to think of Wolffe’s as well, but you can’t find it in yourself to care for either of your positions anymore. You’ve been dancing around each other for so long now, the snide and teasing comments falling back and forth between the two of you fueling your nightly dreams ever since you met him, until you could no longer go to sleep without the thought of him making you his. 

You weren’t sure if he was aware of how he came off during all of your interactions, but the last few minutes were all the proof you needed. He wanted you as well, and from the way his Force signature danced as he called you that strange word, he longed for you as desperately as you did him. 

Willing your heart to calm down, you fix your drenched clothes quickly before sliding through the opening in his tent, ceasing to breathe when you look down and see the blaster aimed at your skull. You hold your palms up and stare into Wolffe’s eyes, only breathing again when recognition flashes through his darkened gaze and forces him to lower down his weapon. 

“Never do that again.” He’s stern, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he really was about to shoot you.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” It’s a sad excuse of an apology, and it’s clear that you barely mean it because your eyes are immediately lowering down Wolffe’s form, studying him as if your familiarity went beyond that of a General and a Commander. 

“What are you doing here?” Wolffe practically growls the question, the aggressive hint of possessiveness returning once more and reminding you that you were intruding on him and his space. You try your best to look above his neckline, but you regret it as soon as you notice the way his Force signature begins to sing out to you, as if his mind was pleading for him to reach out and touch you. There’s so much you want to say, but you know that you have no right to use this moment of vulnerability against him. He was rarely afforded any privacy, and now that he had it, you were disrespecting it, the same way others do. 

Opting to stick with the truth, you allow your shoulders to sag as you shut your eyes and confess the rather embarrassing sentiment behind your intrusion. 

“I’m scared.” 

You think he’ll laugh at you, perhaps even remind you that you’re a Jedi General before kicking you out of his tent. But none of that comes, and when he takes too long to respond, you look up and meet his eyes, praying that he can somehow see the longing you have for him. 

“You’re cold.” Only when he says those words do you realize just how freezing you are, and you look down to see your body shivering violently as your hands fist around each other to try and warm up. You don’t know what to do, especially now that Wolffe didn’t bother to comment about the random bit of knowledge you just offered him, and before you can apologize and leave, Wolffe sits up and closes the last bit of space between the two of you. 

He says nothing as he cups your chin and raises your head so he can get a better look at you. This close, you can almost taste his skin on your lips, and as you try to search your mind for any coherent thought, Wolffe quiets you down with a whispered hush, resting his forehead against your own until your body recognizes his touch. When he feels you visibly relax against him, he reaches down and pushes off the robes around your body. You let him remove them with ease, not bothering to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches for your belt and unclips it from around your waist. He sets the belt with your weapon aside gently before moving onto the rest of your clothes. With each article of clothing he removes from your cold body, you feel a flicker of heat course through your muscles, and it’s not until he has you in nothing but your undergarments that you realize why you’re not freezing to death. 

Force. 

He didn’t just want you. 

He craved you. 

Perhaps more so than you yearned for him. 

“What do you want, mesh’la?” His question is confusing to your dazed mind, mostly because you were too busy committing the touch of his hands to memory. He trails his fingers across your arms and shoulders, rubbing his thumb against your pulse and smirking dangerously at you when he finds your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You lean into his hand immediately, finding it extremely difficult to think of any proper response when you can finally know what his touch felt like. 

You’ve dreamt of it for so long, and now that you could feel it, feel him, you couldn’t get enough. You wanted him. You wanted him so kriffing much. 

“You.” 

His smile only deepens at your response, and you swear you feel a dramatic spike in his Force signature then, but you don’t have any time to dwell on it because he slowly moves your hands to his chest so you can feel him beneath your palm as well. 

“What do you want from me?” Wolffe’s gaze is unwavering as ever, and you wish he didn’t have such a hold on you so you can tell him a fraction of the effect he had on you. 

“I- I want you to keep me warm. I want you to keep me in your arms…I want you to- to…” With each word you reveal to him, Wolffe’s chest rumbles with excitement, the sound nearing one you’re sure you would hear from a loth-wolf if you ever grew close to one. He knows that you’re biding time, and you hate that the tighter his grip grows around your skin, the harder it becomes for you to speak your mind. You trip over your words as his thumb makes a pass awfully near the corner of your lips, and before you can think twice of what you’re doing, you’re leaning into his palm and kissing the length of his finger, silently begging him to continue touching you.

“Tell me, my jetti’ika.” Wolffe whispers against your cheek when you remain quiet for too long, and you swear you can hear his thoughts storming around you when he grazes his nails across your damp skin and journeys his touch down your body until he reaches your lower back. Without warning, he squeezes your hips and slips one finger beneath the edge of your panties, reminding you of your nudity. 

“I- ahhh…maker.” You throw your head back and moan for him just as he leans down and nips at your jugular, chuckling to himself when you accidentally dig your nails into his chest as you try to hold onto him. 

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.” The comment shouldn’t make you this crazed, nor should it force you to clench your thighs tightly so you can relieve the growing, uncomfortable pressure itching for release. But you fall into the sensation with ease, barely managing to whimper his name just as he teases you with his teeth again. 

“Wolffe.”

“You say my name so sweetly, cyar’ika.” He breathes against your neck, no longer caring for how forward he’s being as he roams his hands up and down your body to feel all of you at once. 

“Please.” You beg once more, praying to the Force that he can feel how much you want him to touch you and put you out of your misery by surrendering to his own needs. 

“Please what?” 

You should have known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you, but as he cups your cheek and shakes you in his arms to bring some bit of coherence back into your mind, you are reminded of the way this man seems to bring out the most lust-filled desires out of you with something as simple as a look. 

“Please keep me safe.” It’s the last thing on your mind now, but you’re not surprised that this is the only response your brain manages to muster up. It knew that you can feel safe with him, no matter what he was doing to you. It was fitting to request this of him. 

“Are you compromised, General?” Even though his question is harmless, you get the sense that he didn’t intend it this way. No, he knew well how dangerous such an inquiry could be, especially now that he had you naked and wanton. 

“M-more than you know.” You extend your neck up, chasing his lips so you can finally know what he tastes like. But he leans back away from you, the hand on your cheek descending down until it nestled perfectly across your skin. 

“And who’s fault is that?” He eyes you closely, studying every minute shift in your features to make sure that you’re comfortable with the way he’s familiarizing himself with your body. 

“I think you know.” You slide one hand down his muscular form, groaning deeply when you feel his muscles tense and unflex beneath the extremely tight blacks shielding him from your eyes. 

“I wonder what I can do about that,” you’re not really sure if he’s thinking out loud or purposely talking you into a frenzy, but you find it pleasant regardless, and you lean into his space even further as the hold around your neck grows tighter. 

“W-Wolffe.”

“Lay down, cyar’ika.” The Clone Commander lets go of you, moving around your shuddering form to shut the tent tightly before returning to your side again. 

“Is that an order, Commander?”

“Not unless you want it to be.” Unlike before, when he teasingly threw the remark and was completely sure of himself, you sense a hint of reluctance wash over him now, and you bite into your cheek as you slowly lay down and part your thighs to make room for him. Although you can barely see him, you gasp lightly when he swiftly removes the gloved shirt adorning his chest and discards it to the side. Your toes curl in anticipation, and when he crawls towards you, you suddenly feel like a prey waiting to be devoured by the hungry, loth-wolf who’s been straining to keep to himself for months. Wolffe settles in between your thighs, resting both of his hands on either side of your head to keep his weight off of you as he lowers himself down and slowly rolls his hips against your clothed cunt. 

“If I didn’t know better, sir…I’d say you are waiting for another order.” He chuckles when he hears you whimper beneath him. 

“Please Wolffe.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe from the storm.” He nudges your cheek with his nose, inhaling deeply and humming in approval when your scent fills his senses and reminds you of just how similar he is to the being he was named after. You try to kiss him again but a hand shoots to your neck and keeps you still underneath him, body barely managing to move now that you were perfectly sandwiched between his rigged form and the hard ground. 

“But I- I thought you…” You’re tripping over your words again, hands itching to reach for him and hold him as close to you as possible, but you’re not sure that would be the right move, especially now that a silent agreement passed between you and Wolffe, one that tipped the scales of control in his favor. 

“Make no mistake, my jett’ika…you may be safe from the storm, but I never said you’re safe from me.” 

Tagging who showed interest in other Wolffe fics: @mrs-ghuleh @mandoleksiak @verdandis-blog @reaperofmen  @sjva03 @thefact0rygirl @2amandstillawake21 @ktrivia @zombiesnips-blog  @lackofhonor @ner-runi @whore4rex @spaceh0m0 @why-not-movies @yoonloml @where-is-my-mind-tho @okdeedee @clone-simp-99 @cautionhotmess @frogunderarock @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall @knightprincess @raccoonsaregay @prozacspice @r2d2staser @marierg @2amandstillawake21​

[techtalksfics]

Where's your toothpick? (Crosshair x f!Reader)

Instead of studying, I have sat here and written this fic. It's quite rushed because I actually need to get my law degree. There are no degrees from bad batch lovers. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: heavy drinking (i guess)

Word Count: 1,884

You and your best friend, Jenshay (or Jen, for short), often frequented 79s, the clone bar. You liked the stories the clones told, you liked that a fight happened every, single time. But most of all, you really liked Crosshair.

The only problem? It would seem that Crosshair did not like you.

You sighed at the thought. Shaking off your insecurities, you finished getting ready for the evening. Choosing out your favourite red dress, which tied at the waist, showed off both your figure and your breasts, you quickly push the dress over your head and pull it down.

The doorbell rang as you began to tie your dress. Swerving around furniture, you check the comm to make sure it was Jen. You had a persistent and unpleasant neighbour who always seemed to be in the corridor when you were arriving or leaving. You dreaded to think how.

Letting Jen in, you could already smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Jeez Jen,” you laughed, “already pre-drinking?”

“Always, you know me.” A rather sad statement to make, you thought. “So, you hoping for a certain silent sniper to be there this evening?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You retorted whilst fixing your hair in the mirror. Your friend snorted. You knew you liked Crosshair. She knew you liked Crosshair. Interestingly, Tech knew you liked Crosshair. So, who didn’t know at this point?

Well… Crosshair would be one of the only ones it would seem.

Grabbing your satchel, you grabbed her hand and pulled her to your door. Checking the comms for creepy neighbours quickly and seeing that the coast was clear, you both ran to the lift and left for your night out.

------------------------

As you exited the air taxi, you made sure that Jen did not trip and fall before you got to the door. So, you held her at the waist, just in case. She probably wasn’t drunk enough to be refused entry, but you didn’t want to risk it.

You’d heard the Bad Batch were temporarily in Coruscant, the first time in many, many rotations. So you did not want to miss your chance to… well, stare longingly, at Crosshair.

Luckily, you managed to get into the bar and were greeted by the Wolfpack. Your second favourite clone trooper squadron. Letting go of Jen’s waist, you were pulled into a hug by Commander Woolfe. You had grown close after he saved you from a potentially fatal mugging a few years earlier.

“It’s good to see you, kid.” His voice shouted into your ear. As you pulled back, he held you in place for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. He gave a smirk and said, “though based on those colours, it’s not this squadron you’re here to see.” He raised his eyebrow at you.

Great, is there anybody who doesn’t know, you wondered.

“There on the back table, as usual.” Woolfe hugged you once more and whispered, “I do not know what you see in that group of misfits.” Whilst returning the hug, your eyes drifted towards the back of the bar, where you saw Clone Force 99. A small smile graced your lips.

But before you could even approach them, one thing was in order. Grabbing Jen by her arm, you shouted, “SHOTS?” Liquid courage couldn’t hurt. Particularly as the sober one. She looked at you like you’d proposed marriage and shouted a big ‘yes’ back at you.

Pulling her to the bar, you managed to get the immediate attention of the bartender, who greeted you as she always does, with a smile and a ‘what can I get ya’? Like she doesn’t already know.

“Four Antakarian Fire-“ you start.

“- Fire Dancers, I should’a known.” She shakes her head and chuckles. “Coming right up.” As she prepares your drinks and Jen rambles on about her love of the Wolfpack, you take the chance to glance at the 99 boys. As your eyes drift over the familiar sights of Tech with his PADD typing away, Wrecker eating his food and Hunter broodingly watching the scenes happening before him, you noticed one thing. One off thing. Crosshair was looking directly at you and once he caught your gaze, he shifted the toothpick in his mouth from left to right and smirked.

With an embarrassed blush, you turn back to the bar and paid for the drinks which arrived right on cue.

After a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, you and Jen downed the first shot. The fire of the drink is undisputed, and your face squelched together from the warm, strong alcohol goes down your throat.

Because you were unlucky, Crosshair walked past at the exact moment that your face had contorted into a horrific image after taking the shot. He walked past, eyebrow raised and as usual, said nothing. Great, you cursed.

Downing the second shot in shame, you asked the bartender for a Revnog before making your way over to see your favourite clones. With a smile, you sat down next to Wrecker and offered up a ‘hello’.

“Ah, we wondered if we would see you here tonight,” Tech said, placing the PADD down temporarily. He was always willing to chat with you.

“Y/N!” Wrecker bellowed, “if it isn’t our favourite civilian!” You laughed as he spoke, grabbing you around the shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug.

“She’s the only civilian you know, Wrecker.” Crosshair commented as he made his way around the table. “Y/N, shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on Jen?” He said, pointing his toothpick at Jen. You turned and saw she had, in fact, gotten on the table to dance. You put your face in your hands and turned back to face them.

“She’d been pre-drinking before we came out.” You took a sip of your drink. “The Wolfpack are here though, so she won’t be able to do too much damage without them stepping in.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the handsome soldier. Instead, you turned your attention to Tech with an awkward cough, “what are you working on today then, Tech?”

 As Tech explained, in detail, his latest research on tactical droid schematics and tactics, you listened intently. Occasionally, your eyes would drift to Crosshair…as they always do. Usually, he does not pay attention to you but not tonight, tonight he looked at you with fiery gaze. One you could not discern. It was unsettling but you could feel your skin heating and the blush on your face darkened.

Well, at least it was dark in this place.

As you finished your drink, you announced that you were going to get a round for the table. Stumbling upwards, and cursing for your lack of grace, you made your way back to the bar. Back to safety.

Jen noticed you and clambered off the table, she flounced over to you and asked, “how’s it going the Crosshair?”

“I’d have better luck seducing a Rancor.” You moaned.

----------------------

“I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her.” Hunter goaded Crosshair, “she’s a sweet girl.”

“I don’t like sweet things.” Crosshair retorted, taking a quick sip of his drink.

“Well, you like this sweet thing.” Wrecker’s laugh boomed around the bar which caused Crosshair to cringe, physically retreating further into the darkness.

However, he couldn’t help but look at you. Your gorgeous brown hair curling around your shoulders and back, swaying as you laughed at whatever Jen had said. You were wearing red and dark grey, his red and dark grey. Was that on purpose? He had secretly loved how you always sat with his brothers on these rare nights out. Nobody would normally do that. He also secretly loved when your green eyes always drifted towards him.

The entire Wolfpack loved you; he’d even seen you with the 501st battalion on occasion. But you always looked at him.

Secretly, and he would never admit it, he liked almost everything about you. He grumbled nothingness to himself and stayed routed in the corner.

---------------------------

After a few more drinks, you decided Jen had better go home. You signalled Commander Woolf as he was always good at convincing Jen that she’d had too much.

Woolf rushed straight over and backed you up when you told Jen she should go home and sleep it off.

She whined but complied and stumbled slightly. She let out a ridiculous laugh and held her arm out to you. You held her up as she shouted, “I’m being booted from the building boys, I’ll see ya soon!” There came a number of ‘byes’ and even one ‘I’ll take you home, princess’ which was disturbing, to say the least.

Helping Jen to the door, Woolf politely held it open for you and you exited into the cool night. The air hit your lungs and the booze hit your system. Jesus, maybe you should go home too. First, Jen. Get Jen into an air taxi. So you did your duty, as you had done many times before. As the taxi sped away, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d be holding. Staring out as the speeders raced on pass the bar, you debated your next steps.

“I could go back in and try again,” you debated allowed, “who am I kidding? He’s never going to want me.”

“They say talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, you know.” Crosshair’s grizzly baritone came from behind you. You screwed your eyes shut. Of course he’s behind you right now. You turned on your heel to face him and retorted, “I never once said I was sane.” He smirked and uttered one word, true.

He took two small steps towards you, the movement was confident. He knew you couldn’t step backwards as you’d fall your death, so you were trapped. Trapped worked for him.

“So,” he said, taking the toothpick out of his mouth, “who doesn’t want you?” Knowing you were trapped, you tried to think of a quick way out of this.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your inability to think about anything in his presence, you weren’t sure. But you uttered one word back, “you.” He took another step forward and suddenly he was close that you could feel his armour pressing against your exposed cleavage.

“I never once said I didn’t want you.” He was mimicking your words, toying with you, surely.

And yet, within the next second, his lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, as you always thought it would be. His hands came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. His hands were not only holding your face to his but at this point, were holding you upright.

Your hands found his waist, pulling him closer to you. His tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours. Toying with you, as he always does. He pulled back ever so slightly and you were worried the kiss was ending but instead, his nose rubbed over yours gently and he approached you from the other side. He deepened the kiss once again.

When he finally pulled back to look at you, you realised something. “Where’s your toothpick gone?” “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He chuckled darkly and looked at you, with a slight squint. “I have more. Don’t worry.”

[tired-reader-writer]

Oh Gurazeh, if only you knew.

I really love how Arslan's confidence grew! Seeing him take immediate command like this is very nice. My son 🥹

Is it just me or is his hair really longer than it was before this arc????

Niiiiice. Farangis looks fantastic, Jaswant's Staring, Gieve has a shit-eating expression that makes me want to Whap him in the head, and what is Daryun doing?

They're sleeping on you, my man *badum-tss*

I'll see myself out.

Not gonna lie, the collar/lapel thing is really throwing me off. It looks like ones you'd find on a modern coat?

He's charming, ngl, I'd want to be his friend.

Now I'm sad because I haven't found a way to get Gurazeh and Gilan involved in Wolfpack! He's so great! Unfortunately Team Gorgan is in the Far North™ and he's in the Far South™ and it doesn't help that even in canon Gilan was pretty isolated from the rest of the narrative :(

Why does his beard remind me of Vahriz.

[panlight]

If the series ended at eclipse, do you think you would want Bella to be a vampire? (assuming no creepy baby, no 'wow im great at this', none of the breaking dawn nonsense)

It would have been pretty easy to do. She could have been fatally injured when Victoria and Riley showed up. Maybe one of them got to her; maybe she actually went forward with hurting herself to distract them like the third wife did, whatever. So she needs to be turned RIGHT THEN to save her.

Given how SM wrote Beau's ending in Life and Death, I think SM would STILL go the "wow she's so amazing at this" route because at the end of the day this is more a romance with superpowers than an actual vampire story, so the vampiric consequences aren't that important other than to make Edward dreamily brooding and tragic.

If Eclipse were the series ending then they have to turn her after the newborn fight; they can inform Jane and the rest of the Volturi that the transformation is underway. The wolfpack would have been around at the time and I guess SM would just have Sam look the other way or even give permission to "save" her life since even in BD he's kind of whatever about Bella becoming a vampire and it's only Jacob who cares about it.

I might end the book/series with her waking up as a newborn and then leave the reader to imagine her life as a vampire/with the Cullens or whatever. Or there might be an epilogue years later where she comes back to check on Charlie (without being seen by him) and maybe even Jacob and it makes her a little melancholy and Edward's like "I'm so SORRY!!!!!!!" and Bella's like, no I'd rather be with you as a vampire than without you as a human or whatever THE END.

I LIKE bittersweet. I like a little sadness sprinkled in. Seeing Jacob and Charlie moving on, aging, etc, while Bella is stuck and her reflecting on it but still generally being happy-ish as a vampire would be more satisfying to me than whatever the hell Breaking Dawn was.

[toutallyahoe]

nothing more ,, swtcw

requested by: –

pairing(s): plo koon x male reader

word count: 1423

warnings: cursing (kriff), inaccuracy of the star wars franchise (?)

a/n: plo koon would give one interesting head ever 😩

Plo Koon knew that attachments were forbidden as a Jedi. It clouded one's judgment and attachments can sometimes lead to jealousy. And jealousy leads to anger which makes one easily seduced by the dark side of the Force.

Plo Koon knew that— but that doesn't stop him from caring for the clones he had under his command nor does that stop him from caring for the little Togruta he found years back and brought to the Jedi temple. The little Togruta that he affectionately calls "little Soka." Caring for her as he does with the Wolfpack squad. Caring so much for saving them over and over again and showing his fondness for the Wolfpack by their symbols around his vambraces. Plo Koon cared for them.

Plo Koon knew attachments were forbidden... but that doesn't stop the way his heart beat fast on his chest as he looked dumbly at the small, shy smile [Name] sent to him. The hand that held his own felt warm and nice and the way that smile made it harder for Plo Koon to breathe despite having the mask that regulate his air intake.

The mask...

The same mask that [Name] had placed a soft kiss that caused his heart to erratically beat in his chest and took the Kel Dor's breath away or any thought in his mind but the strong urge to just rip away his mask and fully kiss the other man. Feeling those lips on his...

Plo Koon doesn't know if he was fortunate or not to be a calm and level-headed man. Because he knew that if he wasn't, the Kel Dor would have risked not being able to breathe to just feel those lips on his. To get a proper kiss from the sweet and charming local that he had grown fond of from the short time they had.

"I..." Words fail to leave the Jedi as [Name] looked at him softly as he pats the hand he held affectionately. Seeming to understand his reactions.

"Be safe," [Name] had said so softly and sweetly that caused the Kel Dor's already fast-beating heart to melt. [Name] had only known them for a few weeks, a month at best, yet that doesn't stop him from worrying over the Jedi and his squad. "You and the boys... stay safe, okay?" With the look the man was sending him, how can Plo Koon not? He was well aware of the dangers that come with being a Jedi, but he will try.

"I... can't promise anything but we will try," Plo Koon managed to say as he felt saddened when [Name] took his hand away from their hold, leaving Plo Koon to miss the warmth that came from it.

"That's enough for me," [Name] said as he softly smiled at the Jedi. "May the force be with you, Master Plo."

　

"Do we really need to go?" Boost asked his brothers with a small frown. Boost was rather sad about leaving, he liked the calm and peaceful life on the planet. The clone already knew he would be missing this as well as the small baby he had awkwardly held in his arms that belonged to the [Hair color] haired man that housed most of them. "I like it here."

"Orders are orders," Sinker said although he seemed to share the sadness of leaving. It was honestly safe to say the Wolfpack feel the same, especially as they watched their Jedi general say goodbye to [Name] outside their ship.

"The General is coming, go back to your stations," Woffle said to his brothers who hesitantly went back to what they were supposed to be doing than just gawk at the sweet yet saddening moment outside the ship. Shaking his head at his brothers' antics, Woffle look back at the scene and finally see his general coming in as [Name] had taken his child from another local that was holding the baby as he said his farewells to the Jedi, the man had said his farewells to the clones far earlier.

Wolffe shared the same sentiment with the rest of the Wolfpack. He would be missing this planet and its calmness, but war never waits for anyone. He still was a bit saddened though, especially as he had noticed their general seemed to be more relaxed on this planet. Or rather, relaxed with someone here.

"General," Woffle greeted as he saluted once Plo Koon had arrived inside the ship. The clone commander didn't miss Plo Koon seemed to be a bit out of it. "Sir? Are you alright?" Woffle asked as he stopped saluting.

"Pardon?" Plo Koon asked once he snapped out of his thoughts. "You were saying, commander?"

"I asked if you were fine, sir," Woffle said, watching the Kel Dor contemplate for a moment until he answered. "Are you...?"

"I am fine," Plo Koon said as he then cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Is the ship ready?"

"Yes, sir. We are ready to go!" Woffle said as the clone commander followed after Plo Koon when the Jedi master began to move inside the ship to get to the bridge.

　

"So... you and sir [Last name] seemed close," Woffle pointed once the two got into the bridge. The clone was surprised upon seeing his general's reaction. The normally calm and collected Kel Dor seemed to lose his cool as he looked at the clone.

"We... I... there is nothing between us," Plo Koon had said and it took all of Woffle's willpower to not say that he didn't mention anything other than pointing out about the Jedi's closeness with the [Hair color] haired man. "I can sense your emotions, commander."

"Sorry, general..." Woffle let out a laugh as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck. Kriff, he forgot his general and his Force abilities can... do whatever that was. "It's just that..." Words died down the clone commander's throat as he noticed the look the Kel Dor was sending at him, seeming to know what he wanted to say.

"We don't really mind if there was something, sir!" Woffle doesn't know whether to thank the Maker that Boost took their general's attention for him or not. The Kel Dor's stare, although hidden behind those goggles, it was still intimidating. And the clone commander didn't need the Force to know Plo Koon was disappointed and wanted the topic to die. One thing was for certain to Woffle though... Boost needs to learn to read the room.

"As I said before, there is nothing between [Name] and I," Plo Koon said, voice firm as the Kel Dor look at each of his men with a hard stare. The Kel Dor saw the Wolfpack look at each other awkwardly and he knew the clones were intimidated now. Sighing, Plo Koon continue and order his men to go back to their work as he hoped their interest in his non-existent relationship with [Name] to die down once they got back. "Now let us go, the Council will be assigning another mission once we arrived."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Boost apologized as he went back to what he was doing. Sinker elbowing Boost as the clone sergeant was beside him from butting in and having Plo Koon be disappointed in them for insisting on such a thing... although they were sure their general also hoped for something more. They weren't blind nor naive, they knew what they saw.

"Nice going, laserbrain," Sinker hissed as Boost elbowed him back and sent a glare in his direction.

"I only said what everyone was thinking, Hutt-spawn," Boost quietly said as Sinker rolled his eyes. "I know everyone saw the general gave sir [Last name] a comlink earlier... and hear general say his name earlier? First name bases!"

"That doesn't mean you should say it, idiot," another clone joined in as Boost let out a huff at being attacked by his brothers when he was just saying what they were thinking.

"Oh, kriff off," Boost huffed. Woffle looked at his brothers and shook his head.

Yes, it was true that they had noticed about their general handing [Name] a comlink. The clone commander hopes Plo Koon would use that comlink to talk to [Name] later on. Maybe he and the rest of the Wolfpack would be lucky then to be able to talk to the man and his baby. They were rather fond of the two after the short time they have spent on that planet. One can only hope.

[reader6898]

The Wolfpack Queen

Pairing: OC Talia x Commander Wolffe

Series Summary: Talia joins the Wolfpack as their new medic. Wolffe doesn't understand why everyone likes her. What happens when opposites attract? Sparks will fly between two people who didn't know they needed one another

Series Rating: 18+ (no minors allowed), violence, assault and attempted assault (not descriptive), slavery and mentions of slavery, mentions of prostitution (not descriptive), ptsd, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

Additional tags: future chapters will have chapter warnings because both Wolffe and Talia go through it 😭

Chapter summary: Wolffe and Talia finally meet. Plo Koon suspects Talia might be a Jedi. Wollfe can't seem to get Talia out of his head. Boost and Sinker being a pain in Wolffe's behind as usual

Chapter warning: bit of PTSD from sad memories but that's it. I also apologize for the long chapter

Chapter 5

After you finished up with the two children you sent them on their way with their mother and a few pieces of candy for each of them.

As you cleaned up you thought about the clone that you had seen earlier. You were wondering what he looked like under his helmet that he had never taken off. You knew that he looked like all the other clones but did he have a different hair cut? Did he have any tattoos or piercings? These were the type of questions that you wanted answered. You could just ask who he was but you didn’t want to intrude on this guy's personal space.

As you thought about all of it you were so in the zone that you didn't notice Jax had come up to you until he tapped you on the shoulder. You jumped a little and Jax took a step back. "Whoah, it's just me."

After you came down from the heart attack that Jax didn't mean to give you you looked up at him. "Sorry." " Are you alright, mesh'la?" That name again. You had been called that quite a few times not just by Jax but by other clones as well. You had wondered what it meant but right now you didn't want to ask. Not that you minded being called that anyway. You actually kinda like it when they use that term of endearment. It makes you feel special when they call you by that name.

You nodded your head. "Yeah. Just…thinking." Jax gave you a smile. "Must be thinking pretty hard then." You returned his smile. "Yeah." "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that you can go ahead and take a break." "Thanks. I'll just finish up and then I'll go take my break." Jax nodded. "You did really well today." "You think so? I was really nervous." "I do. And there was no need for you to be nervous. I had full confidence in you." You blushed a little at his words. You couldn't remember the last time you had been praised like that. "Thanks. I..feel better knowing that." Jax laughed a little. "Glad I could make your day, mesh'la."

After your little conversation with him Jax walked away and you finished up at your station. Once you were done you packed up your med pack and put it under the little table you had set up for your station then once you had everything put away you went on your break, knowing that you would be here on the planet for a little longer.

As you were taking a walk around the village you bought some food from a couple of vendors and ate while  you looked around at everything. Even with all the destruction that happened the place was still very beautiful. It actually reminded you of the village that you came from and you couldn’t help but feel sad. You were never going to go back there but it’s not like you could anyway. While it had been years since you were in your village you were pretty sure that everything was gone by now. Besides, who would want to go back to a place where nightmares and terror were built on? You shook yourself out of your memories and threw the rest of your little kebob onto the ground for a couple of dogs to eat once you realized that you were no longer hungry.

You continued your little walk and as you came around the corner you ran into general Plo Koon and the man you saw looking at you earlier. You stood at attention and saluted your general. “Sir.” “Ah, Talia. At ease, little one.” You put your arm down and stood in front of the two men. “It is nice to finally see you out of the medbay. Are you enjoying it?” You looked up at the kel dor. “Y-yes, sir. It’s a nice change of pace.” You could feel the other man staring down at you but you didn’t make eye contact with him.

Your barriers had gone up the moment you ran into the two of them so right now you were being very cautious as you didn’t have a clue of who he was. You were also trying to hide the sadness in your face but with a jedi around you were certain that he could feel it and if he did he didn’t mention it. “That is good to hear, young one. Will you be joining us more often?” You nodded your head. “I believe so. I think Jax wants me to get more field experience.” While you couldn’t see it you could tell that the kel dor was smiling behind his mask. “We will be happy to have you join us anytime, Talia.” You gave the general a small smile as he turned to the man standing next to him. “Have you met my commander yet?” “No, sir. I..I’ve been busy.” This time you did look over at the man who you were now guessing was his commander. “Well, I guess now is a good time to introduce you two. This is commander Wolffe and Wolffe, this is our other medic, Talia.” You held your hands together in front of you as you looked up at him with an innocent look. “Hello.”

Since Wolffe was still wearing his helmet you couldn’t see the way his jaw was clenched as he saw how beautiful you looked up more in person. After what felt like an eternity Wolffe manages to unclench his jaw to break the silence between the two of you. “Ma’am.” You gave him a little smile before looking back at Plo Koon. “I best be on my way, sir. It was nice seeing you again.” “Likewise. And if you need to talk to me about anything, you can always come find me, my dear.” “Thank you, sir.” You saluted both of them and hurried on your way back to the medbay.

Both of them watched you walk away and Plo Koon couldn’t help but feel that there was something special about you. It was just like when he first met you. It was the same feeling that a jedi gets when they feel a new youngling’s power. But you couldn’t be. You’re a little old for that. Or could you be? The kel dor stroked his face and Wolffe looked over at him. “Something wrong, general?” The general shook his head. “Nothing is wrong, Wolffe. I will be back. I have to make contact with someone.” Wolffe saluted Plo Koon and watched as his general walked away.

As soon as he made it to the bridge on the ship Plo Koon contacted the rest of the council and told them what he had felt with you. “Are you sure she is one of us, Plo?”, Obi-Wan asked. The kel dor stood with his arms behind his back. “Yes, I believe this young woman has the powers of a jedi, Obi-Wan. I have not seen her use them but I feel that she is strong with the force. I felt it the first time I met her and today I felt it again when my commander and I ran into her.”

Mace Windu looked at him. “If what you say is true and this woman does have the force then it is already too late for her. She is too old to be trained as a jedi. If we had found her when she was younger then it would’ve been possible for her to be trained.” Yoda looked at Plo Koon. “Keep an eye on her , you must. Bring her to us next time you are planet-side, you will. We will see if she is truly one of us.”

Plo Koon bowed his head. “As you wish.” Plo Koon hung up the call and stood there at the holotable for a moment. If you truly had powers of a jedi then yes it would be too late for you but Plo Koon had a plan. If you were a jedi then he could at least teach you how to protect yourself with your powers.But first he would have to watch and see if you had any powers at all.

Wolffe couldn’t get you out of his head. For the rest of the day you were the only thing on his mind and no matter what he did you were all Wolffe could think about. He was so fixated on thinking about you that he didn’t notice that Sinker and Boost had joined him at the table he was sitting at for dinner until a roll was thrown at his head. Wolffe snapped out of it and snarled at his brothers for throwing food at him.

“The kriff was that for?” Boost snickered as Sinker looked at their commander. “You were daydreaming, vod. You had us worried for a second when you didn’t hear us calling you.” Wolffe rolled his eyes. “I’m fine you di’kuts.” “If you say so.” The three of them eat in silence until Boost speaks. “So what were you thinking about?” “None of your kriffin business,” Wolffe mutters through a fork full of food. Boost leans over to Sinker and whispers something in his ear and the two of them silently agree with each other . Wolffe glares at them. “What are you whispering about?” Boost sits up straight and they go back to their food, acting like nothing happened. “Nothing.”

Wolffe lets out a long sigh. “Please, enlighten me with whatever the two of you were just agreeing on. I am not in the mood to play games and if you don’t tell me right now the two of you will be on latrine duty for the next week.” Wolffe’s brothers paled at that thought and cleared their throats before talking. “Well, we were just thinking..that..maybe..you were possibly..” “Thinking about Talia”, Boost shouts as he finishes Sinker’s sentence. Wolffe sat there silently and didn’t say anything. Both their eyes go wide. “You were, weren’t you?” Boost elbows Sinker in the arm with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I told you our vod was thinking about her.”

Both of them laugh as Wolffe stares at them from across the table. “I was not thinking about that natborn.” Sinker catches his breath before speaking while Boost continues to chuckle. “It’s not the end of the world, Wolffe. We’ve all thought about her so don’t worry about being the only one.” Wolffe is now glaring at the two of them but his brothers don’t care as they continue being a pain in his ass. Wolffe ignores them as he finishes his food then stands up. “You two di’kuts are getting latrine duty.” “Oh, come on!” “No fair!” Wolffe walks away from them as they try to get him to come back but he continues ignoring them as he heads back to his tent.

Later that night as Wolffe lies on his cot in the darkness he thinks about what Boost and Sinker said. They were right: he had been thinking about you. He didn’t know what it was about you. You were still on his mind even now. Whatever it was about you, you had completely entranced him and he had just met you earlier that day. It was like you had put all of them, including Wolffe, into a trance and now they couldn’t escape. But was that such a bad thing? Wolffe wasn’t sure. But what he did know was that he had completely misjudged you just from a few simple comments that shinies had said about you in passing.

 You didn’t seem like a bad person and now he regrets not introducing himself to you in the first place. He was just as curious about you as everyone else was and it made him feel sick to his stomach.  Wolffe groaned as he covered his face with his pillow and lied there for a while with his thoughts.

If he didn’t talk to you soon he was going to go mad. Maker, he felt like a shiny straight off Kamino. Wolffe sighed as he placed his pillow back behind his bed and lies back down. Wolffe didn’t know how he was going to make it with you around. But he did know one thing: he didn’t want to lose you. So he came up with a plan to talk to you tomorrow if the two of you weren’t busy.

As soon as Wolffe was satisfied with his plan he rolled over onto his side to try to get some sleep. He continued lying there for a little while longer before the stress of the day finally caught up to him. Wolffe closes his eyes and is soon falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of you and the coming day.

Tagging: @cloneloverrrrr @anxiouspineapple99 @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @523rdrebel @cw80831 @moonlightwarriorqueen @rexxdjarin @multi-fan-dom-madness @dystopicjumpsuit @deejadabbles @eternal-transcience @starrylothcat

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 166

Chapter 166: "Going Back Home"

I know Vincent reasons that Ray's guess about where the children are being kept was because the security would have an easier time keeping track of everyone there in that room, but I sorta wish someone asked Ray as to why he thought of that specific place and he just replied with "I dunno, just a hunch" instead as a funny callback to Emma's usual responses in the past.

Props to Cislo for helping out even after losing part of his leg. He can't do much with such a bad injury but every bit counts. Still haven't a clue how y'all managed to slip by the several thousand demon soldiers outside but whatevs.

Such an awesome entrance by Gillian and Zack. The farm was just seconds away from switching their power system back on so it's a nice detail that Violet was the first one to notice the duo, as Yuugo mentioned way back during ch99 that Violet can see well in the dark.

Casual reminder that I love Zack very much. The bestest GP boy.

As much I would've enjoyed seeing more of the wolfpack during the raid, having the story cut to them already finished dealing with the guards right after a demon wonders what happened to their defenses is just as good. Really proves how efficient this trio is.

The doors might've been pelted with several rounds of bullets mere seconds before the trio enters the room, but that doesn't make the idea of Emma kicking down the heavy doors any less impressive to me. She did something similar during her time running around the false GF house in the Seven Walls and I still get a kick out of it (pun intended).

Ah yes, a moment I was very much anticipating ever since Isabella was revealed to still be alive. The shock on the trio's faces was to be expected, as even I was surprised to see this woman return. They know exactly how troublesome she was as a mother, but now the danger has basically doubled with her new position as grandma and that thought alone is enough to make someone feel fear, especially with the way she's looking down on them. I dunno if "unbothered" is the right word I wanna use, but whatever kind of energy Isabella is giving off is strong indeed.

The trio ain't backing down though! They already defeated her once, so they're sure as hell gonna do it again! Even Isabella seems amused by the fire in their eyes. And probably relived that they did show up so she can finally move onto the next step of her own plan.

These poor kids being forced to run while all tied up. That certainly can't be easy. Thankfully no one trips. Or maybe they did and we just don't see it happen, in which case I'm sad because despite the intense situation they're all in, I probably would've laughed at that poor soul. We need a little humor here.

Favorite panel/moment:

Such an awesome panel that could've been made so much better if the speech bubbles weren't covering Don & Gillian! Aaahh.. and there's really no reason for them to escape either since the passageway to crossover into the human world is located at GF.

[natigail]

October 2023 - natigail recap

I posted two chapters to my skz wolfpack AU - Rest in the Belly of the Wolf

I posted a phan one shot about Dan and Phil going to storage to fetch Dil's head to ressurect the gaming channel - SUBSCRIBE FOR COMFORT CONTENT

Wrote three spilled thoughts posts - one about hibernating in early autumn, one about DanAndPhilGAMES returning and one about seeing people diagnosed with stress.

It was not the most productive month, but still we got words written! 37.9k of them! I had hoped to aim for a 1.5k a day again but I realised that it wouldn't be possible and put my goal back down to 1k. I will get into writing more and longer again, I fucking swear it. Anyway, I'm happy with the stuff that I worked on, though I am sad that I couldn't stick to writing more of the phan Stardew AU than planned. And I've got a couple of wips that I also wanted to work on but like my mind has just been all over the place lately and now there's a whole injury/illness situation with my horse that makes me worried and busy in equal measure. Writing may have to take a bit of a backseat.

But we're going to try to write as much as I can and keep the flow going. I do always feel better and more settled when I'm steadily writing.

[inkyquince]

Hello I’m back I set a timer it has been 24 hours tell me about your listeners please

(Please don’t feel pressured get to this when you get to it I know your still settling in and junk)

RA Anon

I DID NEED A NAP AND A DR PEPPER AND A MOMENT.

But first of all, my favourite story line is forever Sam and Darlin'. Like everything with them and Quinn is so good, and them growing closer. Like fucker, let me suck them both silly that's so good. I do love the marcus storyline cuz something in me does think we shall meet him again and mans is just crying and grovelling, like he was in james' office. Also that storyline is just to juicy, with Anton, i know he has his own listener, but lemme kiss, and JamES- IMPERIUM JAMES ALSO BEING LIKE AN AWFUL PERSON WITH HYPNOTISM FUCKING AHHHH

Also the Vega storyline with Pet and Baby is great, imperium or not. The Cutie one is heart wrenching cuz like... I love Geordie but also there's also something obviously up with Cutie. Like WHAT THEY DOING ISNT NORMAL AT ALL, ESP IN THIS SOCIETY WHERE ITS AGAINST THE LAW, SO THERE IS SOMETHING WEIRD GOING ON WITH THEM.

Like the entire arc of David is so good too.... Nibble...

ANYWAY, THATS MY BEING AN IDIOT, MY LISTENERS are UNDER the Cut

Angel: Morgan, she/her

An actual trash goblin. Friendly, open, flirty and horny. Mixed, half Japanese and half Islander from Turks and Caicos in the Carribean. Some real daddy and mommy issues. Was sent alone to American to be with an aunt has had limited contact with her parents since. Instead of becoming a good child, she got a bit rebellious, cutting all of her hair off, getting piercings and a tattoo and being OPEN AND UPFRONT AND FLIRTY, hence David. She went from prepping to be a doctor for her parents, to picking the simpliest office job, because she didn't want work to be her life, even though she now enjoys it. She is now an Actuary in a consulting firm.

Baaabe: Dorian, he/him

Originally frmo Kuwait, his family changed their name to fit in. Quiet, somewhat stoic, but also has a subdued snarky and flirty streak. Likes to watch Asher dangle. He's a lawyer, and dear god let him REST. He's soft.

Baby: Theo, he/them

Theo is a genderfluid mess. Albino, sweet but has a rough side, especially after Ivan. I do miss Baby, AND NOT THE FLYBOI IVAN BABY, and somewhat wish for them to come back into the story, even if it's better for their mental health to be free again. Oh, yeah, they're from Baltimore.

Bestie: Wyatt, he/him

Blake's bestie? You better believe it. Wyatt has always been kind of a mess and sickly, so no wonder Blake's blood pressure is so fucking high. He's just tryna reconnect with his friend, mans doesn't know Blake is deep in the shit pool. He moved from Denver up to Dahlia as a kid.

Cutie: Azra, she/her

I DONT KNOW WHEN, BUT IN MY HEAD, CUTIE AND SWEETHEART ARE COUSINS. IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. TO ME. STEALTH AND MIND READER, THEY'RE COUSINS. So, yeah, Azra is Chinese, and a mess. Big ole mess. Traumatised and quiet and sad. Flings herself into relationships with a lot of intensity. She's from Shenzhen and her family moved to be with her cousin's in Dahlia.

Darling: Riley, he/him

THE MYTH, THE MAN, THE LEGEND, HERE HE IS. My favourite fucking Listener. Child of a messy divorce, father abusive. His mother left with her boyfriend turned husband to Dahlia to be with the Shaw wolfpack, and left him with his father and younger siblings. Was in and out of foster care, but CPS got in contact with his mother after his shoulder was shattered from physically fighting with his father. She took him and his siblings to Dahlia, where he struggled to fit in and was stand offish. Loyal but hates being included in the family of the Shaw pack. Isn't until the Sam story line does he try not to be as much as a fuck up. Scarred up, is trying to unlearn toxic behaviours. Very sexual, very snide, very rude and for some reason this cowboy decided to top him. Obviously, originally from Washington.

Deviant/ Freelancer: Inez, she/they

Another messy bitch. Hated Gavin VERY MUCH at first, before just kinda accepting him then it turned into fwb and then dating. In my heart, they were rivals to lovers. I do love her. Left her family to go to Dahlia and go to D.A.M.N. In a perfect world, the D.A.M.N crew are poly but yknow. She wanted to be friends with Kody, did find him intresting but yeah, would kick his teeth in now. Originally from Phoenix, Arizona, with a family that's orignally from Venezuala.

Love: Eli, it/its, he/him

Our puppet robot boy. Flat, but questioning. After the entire fiasco with Marcus, he's far more reserved and sad and distant with everyone, except maybe Anton and James. Wishes for their genitals to be removed, due to the event.

Lovey: Ajax/Matheo, he/him

THE FRESH NEW VAMPIRE ON THE BLOCK? YES, HE IS. His nickname is Ajax, from when he was in school and was apart of a small ancient history class and they studied the history of Troy, and they assigned each other a hero. He got Ajax, and almost always introduces himself as it. Flirty, questioning and smug. A photographer who just wanted to take some snaps of the abandoned amusement park, and now he's got fangs. His family has Dutch origins, but he's lived in Dahlia his entire life.

Starlight: Maeve, she/her

StARLIGHT AND AVIOR! Snarky, fun, and questioning about every little thing. She's way too interested in throwing herself into situations, just enough of a daredevil to be worrying. She's originally from Haiwaii, and lived in Honolulu. Forced to move at a young age due to their house being bought up and resold to be made into a touristy hotel.

Sunshine: August, he/him

I love Elliot and Sunshine. The picrew isn't that accurate, he has a grey streak in his hair and vitiligo. Likes that he has a weird ass dream hopper boyfriend and ngl... Would brawl bestie. Moved away from San Jose, and became childhood friends with Elliot, and they've been inseperable ever since.

Sweetheart: Kai, she/her

The OTHER HALF OF THE POWER COUPLE. She grew up in Singapore, but her family moved over to Dahlia when she was young. She joined the department ment and my god. Powerhouse. She is a menace. Loves horror, loves scaring people, is a bit weird, almost fey-like. Menace menace menace. Tries her best to look after Azra, but is worried about her. Aggro is her baby now.

THERE ARE A FEW OTHERS LISTENERS I HAVEN'T FULLY FINISHED, LIKE SMART ASS, BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME, I GOT SAM AND DAVID TO THINK ABOUT. PET IS FULLY DONE BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THE PICREW SO WILL REBLOG LATER WHEN THOSE LADS ARE DONE

[wheelie-butch]

Nobody asked but I think I've worked out what my sudden obsession with writing a wolfpack romance route fic is about.

To me, something that would be interesting about a wolfpack romance route is that the obvious option would be for it to be similar to the Coven routes where you have to start understanding the members as individuals in order to date them. But the Wolfpack fucking hate being individuals! To the point it gets tied into a very strange trans allegory! They're actually an interesting flip-side of the Coven in my mind. And you could do something where the leader has to break away from the pack mentality and express his individuality in order for you to date him, and I think that would be most likely the sort of story that the devs would choose to tell if he became a secret ending romance option.

But to me, that would lose some of what makes this silly joke minor antagonist character(s) so fascinating. Again, they feel so strongly about being a unit that it's the only way they understand Zoe being trans. I've posted before about how I think it's interesting in this dating sim to have antagonists who are undateable in part because of their insistence their family/non-romantic connections come first (simplifying but you get the gist). So to me, the interesting challenge of writing a player character x wolfpack fic is exploring how one of them could balance romance with their other bonds and identity as part of the pack, without the answer just being 'the wolfpack is a bad thing'.

And anyway, I've realised some of this is probably so compelling to me because it's partly stuff I'm dealing with in real life. I have a girlfriend I love very much and I'm planning to move in with them after graduation next year. I also have a best friend I currently live with, who I also love very much. It's really, really tough that I've got to leave him to go be with my girlfriend soon, even though I very much want to be with them, and he'll have to move to a different city for work. I know there are other options, but this is the way we've decided to do things. Still sad though. I think I'm enjoying imagining a world where you can have your best friend and a romantic partner and it all works out and you don't have to choose.

[handelplayssims]

We’re back once more! Let’s see...we ended the night with Lou so what does Celene want to do? Talk to someone on the phone. Also chat with Kril, Bianca’s ex. Both sound like things to do when people properly wake up at 7AM! Bianca...is feeling tense from the lack of a promotion. She needs a thousand followers before she can attempt that! So let’s study trend on the computer and see what’s up. And Rory...is still angry. Take a pre-work jog, you. Hmm. Lou wants to admire art and we do have some torn up portaits around he could look at. And then there’s also the fact he wants to befriend Jacob. It would be possible but he’s about to snooze. ...eh screw it. Let’s make some light chatter at the Moonwood Collective before he takes a snooze.

Trending video topics are – Archaeology! Bowling! Kids! Inspired Vlog. Welp, it’s time to get in that inspired mood! After we do some other social media posts. Well Celene is heading to bed and Lou is just napping on the ground. As he does. And Rory is also taking a quick pre-work nap as well. So let’s work on that inspiring vlog! Hmm, but what to title it? Oh! And Lou is awake and- is all rested. Hmm. I say it’s more snoozing time for you Lou. Anyway, video is recorded for Bianca and now for some light editing before it’s sent off onto the internet. Video posted! Let’s go and post more to social media before actually doing Bianca’s whims. Of music listening.

Lou’s awake. Again. Now I guess it’s time to resign to our fate of being up during the day. Whims are to, befirend a vampire and befriend Jacob again. HOW DARE WE BE FRIENDLY TO VAMPIRES!? We must be mischevious! And mean! But Jacob we can befriendly with! Besides which, he’s back from school at this time! This is mostly so I don’t take control from the lot itself. Because I have this rare time with Bianca and Celene and I don’t want to ruin it! I did think to ask about becoming friends with the Moonwood Collective with Jacob but eh, seems like it’s a thing for the Alpha, Kristopher, only. Anyway, Rory’s back from work! She’s level 3 at this career meaning she can ditch it and go for something else. Like acting! ...it uses fitness! Sleep for her and sleep for Bianca. So now it’s time for Lou to go and pester a vampire!

First things first, we mark our territory! Then we steal something! A tablet is lying about and evidently it counts! Mwahahaha! Then to our target in question. We find out Cecil Leone’s job and one of his traits! The better to become enemies over! Unflirty! Oh no! Now we shall be sworn enemies! Nah. Just disliked honestly. ...wait a moment! We found out with Lou’s mean interactions that he’s evil! Acceptable target! Time to make an enemy! And for a supernatural smackdown! That’s what the fight interaction is called and yeeeeeees. If the game will let it happen. Had to move them both outside of the house.

Noooo! Lou! You failed me! And he got a massive embarassed moodlet for it. Maaan. Let’s retreat with our tail behind our legs. Sadly. Celene still wants to clean something and -shrugs heavily- I dunno what to offer. Maybe the Moonwood Collective’s left out food. Perhaps that’ll work. Rory still has that dead-end-job sadness. Evidently that also clears when you quit a job but not when you immediately leave one job for another. Should have been smarter about it. Either or! Let’s go see about auditions for her! Keeping in mind it’s midnight on Friday and we’re ending our time with this household on Saturday so...likely nothing I could do within the time frame.

...yeah audition is at Saturday at 9AM and if she got the gig, it’d be at noon Sunday. ALAS. Aye! The cleaning up of food for another wolfpack tribe worked! Nice! I have a fun idea since Celene is out at night. It’s time to take a dip in the pond and-

GREG SPOTTED! This is a dangerous feral werewolf who’s driven mad by his rage at his loss of his fated mate. Basically he attacks anyone. And this is quite the dangerous night for Celene to go out alone in the woods… Back in the home area, Rory was going to pacify a soon to be rampaging Lou but evidently, he can’t be pacified again yet. Alas! Also Rory’s sad and hurt by Lou still. Celene attempted to communicate with Greg but he, he fightened her away. And got that fear of the dark again. Welp. Let’s try one more time. ...nope. Just fear! Anyway, Lou’s rampaging now. Excellent. Sad Rory, gloomy about Lou pranking her. Scared Celene, with all of these rampaging werewolves. Rampaiging Lou. And Bianca waking up and going on a hunt. Good for her. With all of that, time for!

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: A dog was adopted by the Saito household.

Talon Ramos in the Ramos household has died. Talon was milking it and got too close to a cowplant.

[lnights]

Okay I’ve got a few (many) ideas for Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors, you don’t have to do all of them, you can choose, I just thought I would throw some questions at you😅

BTS for Our circus, our zoo

Perspective Flip for Olli’s and Aleksi’s date in One of us

Also how would it have went if Robin hadn’t been there for the date and made that comment that made Aleksi realize what he felt? How would Aleksi have found out otherwise?

Fusion Dance: a Mafia AU for The night won’t let me go

Time after Time for The night won’t le me go like what happens with Aleksi and Joonas in the future, will they stay friends or be something more?

Perspective Flip for Wolfpack whichever scene you want

Time after Time some time in the future for Sweet Escape🥰

BTS for Our circus, our zoo

"Robin had asked him more than once why he bothered to try to keep them in his life, he saw them once a year and would be better off without them.

Aleksi had hated that question. Did he know they were bad for him? Of course. Did he know he was happier without them around? Oh did he ever.

But before the kissing incident when he was 13, he could remember good times too. He could remember his aunt picking up him and his cousins after school and taking them for ice cream, could remember his father tousling his hair and asking how school went, his mother reading a bedtime story to him as a child.

A part of him had hoped that one day they could get back to that normal.

When he had tried to explain that to Robin he had just gotten a sad smile and a tight hug.

It was funny, Aleksi thought, how badly someone would treat you if they thought they were saving your soul."

The whole chapter was a trip to write, but this passage always sticks out in my head.

Robin always wanted him to cut off contact, he saw how utterly destroyed his friend was every time he had any contact with his family and is the only person Aleksi trusted with all the horrible details up to that point; to Robin it's simple: they're awful people and you don't have to talk to them.

And that's true.

But for Aleksi he just kept hoping that one day they would wake up, that his parents would realize they don't know their son anymore and would be willing to move on and love and support him like parents should.

The last line is one of my favorites I've ever written actually. I love playing with religious angst in stories.

✨

Perspective Flip for Olli’s and Aleksi’s date in One of us

Also how would it have went if Robin hadn’t been there for the date and made that comment that made Aleksi realize what he felt? How would Aleksi have found out otherwise?

...

So I'm going to skip the perspective flip, but as for the Robin question:

When they all go out to drink and Niko drunk flirts with him, he would have realized how much he liked it and freaked out to Robin.

It would have set things back a little, they still would have asked him out but he would have asked for some time to think about it, Robin would have had to tell him to stop being an idiot and take them up on it.

✨

Fusion Dance: a Mafia AU for The night won’t let me go

...

He preferred to hunt with Niko, they had similar styles compared to their covenmates, making it easy for them to help each other when needed, compared to Tommi who enjoyed using his size and silent allure to have people follow him without question and Joonas who loved to attract every eye in the room, making the chosen human feel special when he approached.

Johnny had his uses for all of their talents however; Tommi was gentle by nature but could easily be used to intimidate other vampires not paying their dues. When he wanted to bring in new covens to his organization Joonas batting his eyes could definitely be useful.

But as they left the bars and venues behind Joel felt a prickling at the back of his neck, an instinct that indicated there were unfamiliar vampires nearby. He saw Niko stiffen and knew he had the same feeling.

"Down there?" Joel asked, nodding to the side street they were passing.

"Yeah," Niko muttered.

"Should we just keep walking?"

"I don't know," he replied, "I'm not smelling blood so they're not feeding... We're the only nest in the area so they must be new or just passing through. Let's say hi."

Joel nodded, it was better to figure out who these vampires were, they were the only coven Johnny had authorized to live out this way, away from the city and Santeri's watchfulness.

He trusted Joel and Niko to keep anyone else in line.

As they turned and started to go down the street Joel tried to reach out with his senses, but he could not feel any danger, just their presences.

At least, he thought as they approached, they weren't openly hostile.

Even if something went wrong, he knew he and Niko could hold their own and, if worse came to worse, their apartment wasn't that far away and Tommi and Joonas would be with them with a single text.

Johnny's enemies had learned long ago to leave his organization alone, any harm done to one of them was seen as a personal insult.

And he didn't tolerate insults.

✨

Time after Time for The night won’t le me go like what happens with Aleksi and Joonas in the future, will they stay friends or be something more?

...

Honestly, I was always conflicted on this. I think they would remain just friends for a few years before romance slowly starts to develop (which Niko and Joel are happy for them but also slightly cringing as they see Aleksi as the baby of the family) well after Aleksi is no longer a fledgling. As a baby vamp he just needs a friend like Olli that loves him unconditionally.

✨

Perspective Flip for Wolfpack whichever scene you want

...

I got another ask for this as well! Here it is.

✨

Time after Time some time in the future for Sweet Escape🥰

...

After getting married they all stay pretty close. Joonas and Aleksi are eventually able to expand their shop, Tommi and Olli are still working at the hospital, and Joel and Niko are happy as music teachers.

The six of them meet up every week, either for a game night, movies, etc, Joonas insists on their "bromantic" dinners.

Joonas and Niko adopt a couple more cats and a puppy.

Joel and Aleksi are happy just with Rilla.

Tommi and Olli adopt a pair of siblings and the other 4 are crazy doting uncles.

[mina-van1104]

♡𝒥𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓈! 🤸🏻‍♀️Here's me doing jumpsplits again! 😍🤩Here are all pictures of me. 🩵Had a fever & wasn't feeling well today so I went home from work early. Also went to the metaphysical shop today & got my Himalayan Salt. I put some in my bathtub & soaked in it & I feel rejuvenated again.

It gets rid of negative energies that got attached to us. I feel like my vibrations are higher again. 😌 I was feeling so drained & felt sad with everything going on lately. Now I feel slightly better & more cheerful again.

Also excited that Gonzaga Men's Basketball team won again a few days ago! Hope we make it to the Sweet Sixteen, Elite Eight, Final Four, top 2 again! Nevada Wolfpack Men's Basketball is doing pretty well this year again. I'm so happy! Hope we make it to the Sweet Sixteen! March Madness NCAA!🏀

Gonzaga University-my older sister Catherine Van-Schwartz (Catt Van)(Former KOLO 8 News Reporter)graduated from years ago in 2012!

Song played on Instagram is called: "We Will Rock You" by Queen.🤩🙌

Always needing some prayers again.🙏 I, Mina Van 文风英 Woon Foong Yin (in Hakka Chinese).Proud nurse, coach. Nevada born & raised.Family living in Nevada for 45 (forty-five) years.Spread kindness.❤️

In the name of the Guan Yin, Ong Lee (meaning Buddha in Hakka Chinese langauge), Yay-Su (Jesus Christ), Ty-uh- ma (Mother Mary Virgin Mother Mary)

In the name of Jesus, Amen!🙏

Then my other successful blood-related family of doctors in my family,🇺🇸veterans,doctors,nurses,coaches,news reporter,lobbyist,good singers,dancers,good photographers, good writers,artists,a cop,a dentist,teachers, etc.Mixed family of Asians & white people.Spread Kindness.

Again, half of our family is Asian half our family is white. Even-though my parents look Asian we have some Chinese, Vietnamese, Native American, small portions of French, German descent, Ashkenazi Jewish descent DNA Ancestry

✞♡ # Selfie # Nurse # Coach # Jumpsplits # dance # NativeNevadan # StopAsianHate # Biden2024💙 # JesusChrist 🦂 # Buddha # GuanYin # MotherMary # NevadaBornAndRaised # HakkaChineseRaised # ProChoice (though, in politics) # Equality # Justice # Healthcare # Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ # NevadaNative # athletic # HomeMeansNevada # Nevada # UNRnevadaAlumnaMay2016 # 3collegeDegrees # 3MedicalLicenses

��2019:OlderSisterCatherineVan&Adam Schwartz’sWedding&TheirWebsiteOn: https://www.theknot.com/us/catherine-van-and-adam-schwartz-aug-2019•ReminiscingMoreThan200PeopleCame.