#yeah so not perfect. still... stuff. but one step closer. I'll take it.

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

I'm sorry, making a life with your best friend is the ideal relationship pinnacle and you won't change my mind

[rogueddie]

Stitched Together T | 698 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing

"Do you still have my vest?"

"Hello to you too?" Steve says, raising his eyebrows when Eddie takes that as his cue to push past Steve, into his house.

He quickly kicks the door behind him, curling an arm around Steve's waist to reel him into a quick kiss. "Hello! My old vest- you got it?"

"I do- I haven't been able to get the blood out yet."

"Oh, I don't want it," Eddie waves him off, already halfway up the stairs. "Come on, I need to see it!"

"What- Eddie!"

Steve hurries up the stairs after Eddie, who takes them two steps at a time. He hovers at Steve's bedroom door though, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting.

It's then that Steve noticed the plastic bag that he's holding.

"You gonna explain?"

"In a minute! I need to see my old vest first."

"It's in my closet," Steve explains, leading him into his room and pointing.

Eddie immediately jumps over to the closet, glancing back at Steve before he opens it to make sure it's ok for him to dig through it.

It doesn't take him long to find the vest, face splitting into a grin as he pulls it out.

"Perfect."

"So... what's going on?"

"I'm gonna make a new one. Wanted to remind myself how this bad boy is layed out first."

"Oh?"

"I'll only need it for, like, a few hours. I can get it back to you by the end of the day."

"What? Wh- you brought your stuff here."

"Yeah, I'm gonna stitch it together in the van. I was thinking about going out to the quarry."

"You could- I mean, if you want to, you could just... do it here? If you want to. I'm just gonna be baking today anyway."

"Hell yeah. Any excuse to spend more time with you is a great idea in my book."

Eddie follows him downstairs, setting up on the sofa in the living room, while Steve continues past him into the kitchen.

Steve pokes his head back in after a minute.

"You didn't want to talk, did you?"

"I know how you get when you bake," Eddie reminds him. "I'm ok here. If I need anything, I know where everything is."

"You could ask-"

"No, I couldn't. It's ok, babe. Really. It's nice to just... know you're here."

"Oh. Really?"

"Really."

Steve goes back into the kitchen, but it's not long before he's washed the side, the bowls and utensils he used. All he needs to do is wait for his food to bake.

He wanders back into the living room, sitting on one of the arm chairs.

Eddie barely glances up, focused on his task.

He doesn't seem bothered that Steve is staring, so he just... watches.

It's surprisingly nice. Comforting.

He can see how much care Eddie is putting into each patch, taking his time when pinning them in place and being careful with each stitch.

By the time the kitchen timer goes off, Eddie has only managed to stitch two patches on and started on the backpatch.

He follows Steve into the kitchen once he's done putting his things away, just in time for him to start plating.

"Looks delicious."

"Mhmm," Steve grins. He pulls Eddie closer with a hand on his hip as soon as he's within reach. "You?"

"Got two done in the time it usually takes me to stitch on one, so, I consider it a win."

"Good."

He tries to lean in, pepper Eddie's neck with kisses until he caves the way he always does, easily following Steve up to-

"We should do this more often," Eddie continues. "Hanging out like this. It's... nice. It really is."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, reluctantly pulling back. He can't bite back his sappy smile though. "You're gorgeous when you get into your passions."

"Careful, Harrington. Keep talking like that and people might start thinking you're in love with me."

"Mmm, I don't know, they might be into something."

His attempt to kiss Eddie is ruined by how much they're both laughing.

Steve is pretty sure it's one of the best days that he's ever been fortunate enough to live.

[mins-fins]

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&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.

pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader

genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff

warnings: sexual jokes, thats it 😚

word count: 1.2k

notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this 😭😭 hes so……….im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though 😒 no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs 😇 good night now <33

you are going to murder na jaemin.

the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.

maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.

jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.

"are you alright?"

you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.

"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".

jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"

you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".

fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yo—

your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".

jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"

you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".

jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.

but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.

if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.

that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.

when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.

"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".

you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"

"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"

you choke on your spit.

"romantic? roma— hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"

soooo natural, y/n.

jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".

you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?

"is this your way of asking me out?"

you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.

jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "i— no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"

you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.

"are you serious?"

jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.

you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"

"well to be fair—"

"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"

"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"

you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.

"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."

"can i kiss you?"

the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.

you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.

"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to then—"

you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.

though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.

you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.

but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.

and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).

"was that romantic enough for you?"

even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.

he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.

and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.

jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.

"so what happened up there?"

"clearly they got it on".

upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.

jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.

for once, one of his ploys finally worked.

[six-strings-of-fate]

Hands-On Viewing Experience *✧:*₊ °

An N$FW Ross Lynch x gn!Reader Fic

Sum: You've known Ross for a while, albeit as a friend-of-a-friend. Though he's always been friendly and respectful (and pretty damn attractive,) you two haven't spent much alone time. However, when all of you and his friends cancel on the night's plans and he invites you in for a movie night, the two of you become much closer than you ever expected. Word Count: 4,362 Rating: Mature (Oral Sex, Language) A/N: This is my first real shot at any xReader stuff, so I hope you like it!

Ross stood in the doorway in front of you, in nothing but the pair of gray briefs he swore he was gonna throw out for being too small. A T-shirt and jeans wasn't underdressed after all, it seemed.

“Oh, what’s up?” A small grin broke on Ross’s otherwise tired face as he rested his hand on the door frame. “I didn’t think you were coming over. Everyone else cancelled.”

“Yeah, but I was really looking forward to all of us hanging out again,” Though you spoke fairly evenly, your thoughts were all jumbled up with a scantily clad Ross in front of you. His skin was a light pink all over with a slight glow to it. Maybe it was your imagination, but his muscles all seemed to pop more than usual. “Sorry, I should’ve texted first.”

“It’s chill. Actually, I just finished working out and was gonna have a little movie night with myself.”

“Oh, right,” You responded with a quick smile, expecting him to ask you to leave, “Well, I-“

“But, since you’re already here,” Ross nodded his head upwards, gesturing towards his home, “I wouldn't say no to a little company. Especially not yours.”

You take a moment to respond, just a little caught up on the fact Ross was inviting you in like he wasn’t half-naked. You and him were close enough, sure, and it was impossible to have an objectively sexy pop-rock star friend and not see him in his underwear from time to time, but Ross had never been one to just be half-naked in front of you.

When you glanced up at Ross, though, you got the impression he knew this just as well. His amber eyes, trained solely on you, glistened in a way familiar to you from all your nights out on the town. The look a half-drunk, half-dressed, wholly-horny Ross gave to whoever he decided would be that night's mistake. 

"Sure, why not?"  Considering your friendship, you might be shaping up to be Ross's and your biggest mistake of all. Still, as you watched his muscled frame step aside to let you in, you couldn't be more grateful neither of you were perfect.

As you walked through the doorway, you felt warm skin against your neck as Ross draped his arm over your shoulder. With his side hugged firmly against yours, you could feel him humming My Heart Will Go On  as well as you can hear it.

"Celine Dion? What, are we gonna watch Titanic or something?" You asked as Ross guided you into his living room. Even though you'd been to his place enough to know your way around, you didn't mind him guiding you around if he was this close.

"Don't judge me, okay?" Ross pleaded as you both came to a stop. He turned his head to look down at you, an exaggerated pout on his face.

"Of course not, it's a total classic or something," You responded, trying your best not to giggle. It was no secret Ross was more sentimental than the average guy, which was certainly something you loved about him, but it always struck you as a little humorous when he would recommend shows or songs that your grandma would criticize for being too sappy.

"Whatever, dude," Ross scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulder and patting you twice on the back, "I'll go grab the movie. In the meantime, you can sit here and rethink your taste in movies."

Despite his instructions, you found yourself standing still as Ross walked down the hallway to his room. Just like the rest of them, his back muscles seemed to bulge out from his body with a post-workout glow. Your eyes followed every muscle from his shoulder and down his spine, imagining how it'd feel to run your hands over them. Hard to the touch as your body would be pressed against his, something to grip while he shakes the bed f-

You shook your head, coming to your senses as he turned the corner. He was just your friend and nothing more, a fact you reminded yourself of as you went to sit down.

Ross's living room was comfortably familiar to you. Supported by hardwood flooring and surrounded by white walls, the living room housed brown leather couches and a small wooden coffee table. Against the wall behind them was a desk, flanked with two large black bookshelves, filled with photo albums, DVDs, and of course, books. 

The leather of the couch stretched as you sat down, and you stretched in kind, grateful to be sat anywhere after the walk to Ross’s place. Straight across from you was his TV, on top of a glass tabletop with two rows of shelf supporting it. Several gaming consoles, devices, and board game boxes sat atop them.

After a minute or so of shuffling coming from Ross's room, he returned, a DVD box in hand and blanket over his shoulder.

"Got it," Ross held the DVD up to show you, then tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. With his right, he pulled the blanket off himself and tossed it to you.

As you spread the blanket over yourself, your eyes again drifted to Ross as he took the disc out of the box went to put it in. He bent down to the DVD player, sliding the disc in.

Though Ross claimed his underwear were two sizes too small, you didn't mind the snug fit. Not when they were practically tearing at the seams trying to hold his ass in them. You could see both cheeks clearly, big, round, and bouncing as Ross jostled his DVD player. 

"Piece of shit!" He grunted as he smacked around the poor device. Turning his head slightly, he added, "Sorry, it's a little slow. We've had this thing since my R5 days."

You probably mumbled out something like a response to Ross’s comment. Not like you would remember if you did, considering what started jiggling as Ross started roughing up his DVD player.

His dick was heavy. It had to be, considering how it had been saugging in his underwear since you'd gotten there. Now, with the aggressive motion of Ross smacking his DVD player, it swung up and down with such weight it pulled his underwear down a bit. Had the machine not been such a little bitch and began functioning, you might have gotten to see everything.

"Alright, it's working for now," Ross huffed, pulling up his underwear and resting his hands on his hips. So much for finding out why he was cast as Austin Moon. "Hopefully it'll hold out long enough for us to watch the whole thing. You thirsty?"

"What-?" You blinked several times, assuming you'd been called out for your not-so-subtle staring. You didn't think you were looking anywhere indecent, but his whole body was a minefield of places you could get lost daydreaming about.

"Are you thirsty? For a drink?" Ross tilted his head, a little confusion in his voice. "I just got sponsored by this sports drink company and they gave me more juice than I could ever want."

"Oh! Sure, yeah, totally," Affirmatives stumbled out of your mouth as you felt your face grew hot. The only thing keeping you from bursting into actual flames on the spot was the knowledge that you avoided the thousand-times worse situation of Ross knowing you were checking him out.

You somehow salvage the name of your favorite flavor from of the housefire of embarrassment that was your brain, telling it to Ross. With a smile as relaxed and charming as always, Ross gave you a nod and went into the kitchen.

Not more than a minute later, Ross returned, two cartons in hand. 

“Heads up,” He called, tossing a carton to you and opening his red mixed-berry drink. Although you fumble it into your lap, Ross gives you a supportive thumbs up anyway.

The cap to the drink was unnecessarily complicated, taking all your focus to figure out and open (un-latch, un-hook, push down and twist? It's a surprise you didn't have to answer an algebra problem, too.) You were so focused, in fact, that you didn't notice Ross coming to sit next to you until he was practically on you.

Ross's couch was a three-seater, with room for two more people than that. With all that space on the sofa available to him, Ross chose to sit directly next to you. Not elbow-to-elbow close, not even arm-to-arm close, but him-slinging-his-arm-over-you-and-pulling-your-body-into-his close.

Even holding you against his barely clothed body, Ross was as nonchalant as ever.

"Okay," Ross sighed, seeming to lean against you as he settledhimself into the couch. After navigating the Blu-Ray menu to the "Play Movie" button, he turned his head to look at you, "Comfy?"

His face was inches from yours now. Minuscule details about him became clear to you- his stubble, the dimple on his right cheek, and several tiny blemishes on his face normally concealed by makeup. Things you hadn’t been able to see before, things most people never would, glowed in the dim light of his TV as his warm, minty(?) breath grazed your face.

"Yeah," You whispered, "I am."

For the most part, you and Ross were quiet after that. Though your focus was mostly on the fact that Ross and you were so close while he was so naked, the parts of Titanic you did focus on were pretty alright (even if all your investment in the story came from imagining Ross as Jack and yourself as Rose.)

After about the halfway point of the movie, (that is, an hour and a half of him cradling you against his body,) Ross began to slide his arm down your back. Casually, while he made some comment about the film. He rested it low on your body, his forearm wrapping around your waist and hand exerting a slight grip on your hip. His index finger played around with your waistband, like it was waiting for your permission to rip your pants clean off.

With the suggestive placement of Ross's hand, your mind started swarming with the same thoughts it had been earlier. Feeling you up, watching Titanic, being half-fucking-naked alone with you- if he wasn't trying to communicate he was into you, then he was communicating how in-sane he was.

So, you rested his head on his shoulder. Considering how close you were, it was barely more than a slight tilt, but Ross noticed. He rested his head on top of yours, giving your hip a light squeeze.

“Y’know, I’m actually kinda glad everyone else cancelled on us,” Ross spoke, his voice low and quiet, yet still reverberating through your head, "I'm glad we're spending some one-on-one time together."

"Me too," You responded, your hand finding a comfortable spot on Ross's thigh, "I can't remember the last time it's been just me and you."

"It hasn't," Ross responded quickly, then following up with an awkward, "I mean, you were my brother's friend first, so we usually only hang out with him around."

Before you could appreciate the fact Ross was as fixated on the fact you two were alone as you were, you felt his head turn until you could hear his slow, deep breathing in your ear.

"That's why I never made my move before," With every word, the soft skin of his lips brushed against your ear. Though his voice was even lower than before, it seemed a thousand times louder than the movie playing in front of you.

It took every ounce of boldness within you to turn your head too. Nose-to-nose with Ross, you could tell he’d let you kiss him right then. Still, you couldn’t resist letting this moment go on a little longer.

“Well, he’s not here now,” With every word, your lips brushed against Ross’s the slightest bit, “But you haven’t done anything yet.”

Ross broke into a smile, “You think I haven’t made a move tonight?”

“I think you haven’t made the move tonight.”

Ross opened his mouth, which you presumed was to speak. Anticipating his next words, you were surprised as the banter between you both was cut short by Ross kissing you on the lips.

For a second, didn’t register it was happening. He barely had to move to reach your lips, and you didn’t move at all. It was two or three seconds before you even thought to kiss back. It was nice, but Ross pulled away too soon for you to appreciate it fully.

“There,” Ross ran his hand through his hair, “That better?”

"A little," You said. Amazingly, even as heat rose through your chest and face, you played it cool. 

"A little? What, you want more?" Ross responded, not really a question or offer. Just a statement of fact, plain and simple.

Paying Ross back in kind for catching you off guard before, you leaned in and kissed him in place of a response. You shimmied your hand up his back and placed your hand behind his head, making sure he wouldn't pull away so quickly.

The best part of kissing Ross wasn't that he was objectively amazing at it. It wasn't his silky hair in your hand or soft lips on yours. It wasn't even him caressing your lower back under your shirt. It was how he smelled.

God, he smelled good. More than good, intoxicating. His woodsy deodorant mixed with his post-workout musk filled your nostrils he pulled you in closer, driving you crazier with every whiff you got.

Eventually, his lips weren’t enough for you anymore, and you began to kiss him across his cheek and jaw, settling on his neck. It was thick and smelled strongly of Ross's cologne- of Ross, that every ounce of restraint escaped your body along with desperate breaths and yearning moans.

You felt Ross’s deep moans vibrate in his throat as you took bits of loose skin between your teeth and ran your tongue over his larynx destabilized by heavy breaths. Your free hand roamed his chest, rock-hard just as you predicted, eventually finding it's way down to his navel. Without hesitation, your fingers began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, and questions of whether your prediction about what was underneath were as true as those about his abs.

"Take 'em off," Ross spoke in an authoritative tone you'd never heard before, "I know you want to."

You wanted to, more than Ross could ever you did. The second Ross raised his hips up to allow easy removal, you yanked his underwear down to his knees.

You stared at his cock. Gawked, even. How could you not? You'd been daydreaming about it for the past 90 minutes daydreaming about it.

It was more than everything you thought it'd be. So thick it couldn't stand up on its own, Ross's dick rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell it's exact length, but experience and intuition told you it was comfortably within the ballpark of 8 inches of length. It was a couple shades  lighter than the rest of his body, with the head and balls a light shade of red. A couple of veins ran across it, the most notable being a thick, jagged line from the head of his dick to the bottom of his shaft. If you weren't so dead set on getting it into one or more of your holes, you'd find yourself intimidated.

Ross tilted your head upwards, shifting your gaze from his cock to his smirk. He didn't have to use his words to ask if you liked what you saw, and you didn't have to use yours to tell him you did. Instead, you both found yourself leaning into another kiss.

It felt natural, the way your bodies turned to face one another's, even though your first kiss with him wasn't five minutes ago. Arching your back and leaning into him, Ross wrapped his arms around you and laid on his back, pulling you down with him.

With the help of gravity, Ross's cock was pressed up against your chest. Though you weren't getting any skin-to-skin contact, you still felt the massive mass of meat below you. Arms gripped tight around you, Ross jerked your body upwards and downwards, creating friction on his dick that caused the vibrating moans you felt leave his mouth and enter yours.

Soon, you realized once more that Ross's lips weren't enough for you, and you knew his neck wouldn't be either. Once Ross's grip on you loosened, you moved from his mouth to give a quick kiss on his neck, then finally biting his left nipple.

"Shit!" Ross bucked his hips into your chest, but your mouth remained sucking on his nipple. You kept kissing and biting it, moans vibrating in your chest as Ross grinded his cock against it.

By the time you moved on, licking every single one of Ross's abs and the space between them. The lower you got, the fewer places you could lick that didn't have some hair bristling pleasantly against your tongue. Your shirt was wet with precum from Ross's rock-hard dick, stil rubbing up and down against your neck. With the sounds and movements he was making being so desperate, you knew exactly what he needed from you.

So, your tongue continued its journey down Ross's body, until it was finally at the base of his cock. Your tongue ran in half circles around Ross's shaft, a little less hairy than his navel. His hips were continuously pumping up down slightly, grunting like he was trying to keep himself calm and failing miserably.

You gave a few teasing licks to the bottom of his shaft, right over his vein, before pulling away and pleasuring his balls instead. His hips shot up as your tongue touched the skin under his balls, and he shouted a couple explosives as you continued licking.

Finally, he yanked your head away, reddening and gasping for breath as he told you, "Just- Fuck- Just focus on my dick, 'cause that's- that's too fucking much for me right now."

You nodded in agreement, promising yourself to return back down there to make him cum. With the power to completely unravel Ross, to leave him blushing and creaming and gasping for air, it would be criminal not to use it.

In the meantime, you did what he asked of you and lifted your head upwards, leaving less than an inch between your lips and the head of Ross's cock. It glistened, already leaking precum like Ross was ready to blow. A firm lick could've finished him off, but you intended on making this last.

You tasted Ross's precum, pressing the tip of your tongue on the head of his dick. He whimpered, placing his hand on the back of your head without exerting any pressure. The liquid was warmer than his skin, citrusy and rich with a flavor you'd never tasted before, that left you wanting more and more.

Running your tongue all over the head of Ross's cock, you lapped up all rest of the precum as Ross released soft sounds of pleasure. His hips rocked up and down ever so slightly, like his body was moving in a pleasure-driven trance that slowly intensified as you explored his cock further. His body jolted each time your tongue explored somewhere new, returning to an increased pace of thrusting right after. From under the head, down his shaft, and around the base, your tongue had thoroughly mapped out Ross's cock before your lips even touched it. He was moaning and pumping his hips, but you were just getting started.

After quickly licking off the precum on Ross’s cock again, you took the head into your mouth. You only intended to put a little into your mouth, but Ross bucked his hips into the air, and before you knew it, you had the head of his dick against the roof of your mouth.

“Mmfph!” You exclaimed, mouth full of cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was enough of it in that you couldn’t breathe, but it did surprise you. Readjusting quickly, you made space in the back of your mouth so that Ross could continue thrusting up and down without triggering your gag reflex.

From the sounds he made, you were putting him and heaven. He grunted and groaned, barely taking time to breathe between each noise. Cursing and moaning your name, you felt his hand press your head further down on his cock.

You took the extra length in your mouth in stride, gripping your left thumb and hoping for the best. Almost all of his dick was in your mouth, air coming into your throat every spare second Ross was out. 

It wasn’t the action of sucking dick that brought you pleasure, though. It was Ross’s reaction, becoming ever more frantic and aggressive the longer you had him in your mouth.

“Holy fuck, you’re fucking-“ Ross gasped, unable to finish his sentence before letting out a shuddering moan. He hadn’t said anything, but you could tell he was close.

After another few seconds, you pulled your mouth off his cock and licked his shaft once again. Predicting his upwards thrust at the change in sensation, you only licked halfway down his dick, letting his sudden motion bring the base up to your tongue. As his hips fell, you lowered your head with them, running your tougue around and under his balls.

Like before, Ross's reaction was explosive, but you were prepared this time. You wrapped one hand around his cock and stroking, pressing down on his abs to keep his hips from jumping too high as he cried out with pleasure.

"Oh my g-" Ross, gasping for air, wriggled ferociously even as you held him down. Your tongue would've quite literally driven him up the wall were he standing.

A waterfall of expletives and precum flooded out of his mouth and cock respectively, and you could tell by the tension of his cock in your hand that his climax was near. The more intensely he grunted and cussed and thrusted his hips, the quicker your tongue ran all over his balls and your hand jerked off his cock.

"I'm g- I'm gonna-" Ross yelled, and you jumped into action. Your head rose up and you put as much of Ross as could possibly fit into your mouth. 

Five ropes of thick, citrusy cum fired into the very back of your mouth as Ross fired off every exclamation he knew of. His face, you could see, was redder than the carton of mixed-berry he'd guzzled down earlier. His mouth gaped and his gaze was trained straight onto you, brimming so thoroughly with lust that you wondered how he contained it for as long as he had.

As more ropes shot into your mouth, you felt Ross push your head even further down onto his cock and say your name. A whisper at first, but he repeated louder and louder as his load just kept coming. 

You locked eyes with Ross and, even as you began to feel the need for air get to you, you felt like you could be there with him forever, being filled with cum, attraction, and even the slightest hint of love.

Finally, Ross released your head and you pulled away, swallowing all his cum in one gulp, followed by as much air as you could. You coughed a little as Ross sat up across from you on the couch, running his hand through his hair dampened with sweat.

With a still-reddened face, all he could say was your name with a contented smile and look of adoration.

"What?" You teased, keeping your cool in spite of everything. Rather than respond with words, Ross crawled forward and kissed you, pushing you over with his body weight. 

You were fully prepared for him to return the favor when you heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit, that's Rocky," He muttered, leaping off of you and searching the floor for his underwear, "I thought he'd be out longer."

Once he found them, Ross scrambled into his underwear and rushed to his room. Obviously, you watched his butt jiggle as he ran away.

"Act normal!" He called as he turned into his room.

Moments later, Rocky walked in through the door, eyes widening as he saw you.

"Hey. Didn't think you'd be over," He said, glancing at Titanic still playing on the TV. "Where's Ross?"

Before you had to make up some lie, Ross reemerged from his room, now in a lavender t-shirt and shorts, smiling casually like nothing happened between you two.

"Sorry, I spilled some juice on myself and had to go change," Ross walked up to his brother and pulled him into a side hug, "How was the dentist?"

"Shitty. I thought I could watch some Golden Girls to relax, but if you guys are busy..."

"No, it's okay," You spoke up, face flushing with heat, "I was just going anyways."

Ross looked surprised, "You were?"

You gulped. You really, really wished you could stay, but everything you wanted to with Ross would be made awkward with the knowledge his brother in the house. Besides, if you stuck around Ross too long, you were certain Rocky would catch on to whatever was happening between you two.

"Yeah, I... gotta get up early tomorrow."

Ross looked disappointed, but walked you out to your car, standing close enough to you that your hands brushed repeatedly.

"I'll see you around," You told Ross, sticking your key in the car. 

You turn around to face him, and he pulls you in for a kiss. A quick one, though the way he lingered pulling away told you he wanted more.

"Make it soon, okay?" Ross grinned, checking you out one last time as he turned around, "I owe you some head."

You watched him walk away one last time, the butterflies in your chest running wild as you stepped into you car. Though you couldn't tell what you had just yet, you knew it wasn't ending any time soon.

[cursingtoji]

I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event

note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi

A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.

You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.

"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.

"Hello, angel."

"Am I in a genjutsu?"

"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."

"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."

You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.

"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.

"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.

"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.

"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.

"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.

"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring your face until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.

Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.

"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.

"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.

"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.

"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.

"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.

"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.

"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.

Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.

“Good luck, guys.”

see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya

[sensitiveheartless]

What’s A Rose in Fairyland about?

Thanks for the asks about this one @azapofinspiration, @duodipersponsh, and anon!! Alright, the original story, hehehe >:D I have been having a lot of fun plotting this one out! The basic premise is:

Right on the very outskirts of Fairyland, there is a small village of humans. Now, the forest of Fairyland is known for being very very bad for humans, as in "if you go in you'll never come back out", so they really shouldn't be living there — but in their defense, their village was not always on the edge of Fairyland.

Fairyland has been growing. Very rapidly. And it is now consuming their village, and no one knows why.

Most people in the village flee, but by then some of the residents have been infected by the roots of the forest. This means they cannot go too far from Fairyland, or else they'll become rooted in the ground and turn into trees, thus expanding the forest even further.

Pretty soon there's only a scattered group of people left in the outskirts of the village, both infected and not, watching their old houses be consumed. They know they can't survive there forever. Even if food weren't an issue (most of their farmland is now forest), there are monsters in the woods. Living too close makes it all too likely that they'll end up eaten.

So the main character of the story, Rose, decides to venture into Fairyland herself and figure out what the hell is going on with the fae.

...Unfortunately, Rose has all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, and cannot pick up on subtext to save her life.

You can imagine how this might become a problem when facing a forest full of tricksters.

But yeah! Most of the story is gonna take place in Fairyland itself, and there's going to be some mystery elements, as well as character stuff — also, I have been really enjoying figuring out how the ecology of Fairyland is going to work! Fantasy ecology is so fun to mess around with (magic as an additional energy source!!)

I'll put an excerpt under the cut (since this is already getting a bit long lol), as well as some art I've been working on of Rose :D

Rose pushed through the brush, ignoring the tug of briars at her cloak, and emerged into a clearing.

It was brighter than the surrounding forest, but only slightly. The sun was still filtered through layers and layers of greenery that turned the light heavy and liquid, oozing down from above like honey. The few sunbeams that made their way to earth illuminated circling insects, their threadlike wings catching in the light as they whirled about in the air.

The clearing seemed entirely empty, but the surrounding trees appeared almost uncomfortably close to being a perfect circle. Rose thought about the fairy rings spoken of in childhood tales, and narrowed her eyes. 

Still. It was the most direct path to take, wasn’t it?

The moss covering the ground was so dense and damp that Rose’s boots sunk into it with every step she took. She avoided stepping on the many mushrooms pushing up from the earth, remembering Martha’s warning about disturbing them. Rose really didn’t need her feet turning to wood while she tried to walk.

Suddenly, she paused.

Inside her lantern, the salamander had begun behaving oddly.

While before it had been peacefully curled around the candle’s wick, slumbering away, the creature was now crawling in rapid circles, seemingly in a panic.

“What’s the matter?” Rose asked, raising the lantern up to eye level so she could study the salamander closer. “You want out now?”

She crouched down and unlatched the front glass panel to free it, but the salamander didn’t take the offered exit. Instead, it dove straight into the flame itself and huddled there, quivering, its big eyes reflecting the fire as it stared back at Rose.

“Hmm,” said Rose.

She relatched the panel and stood, holding the lantern close to her chest. Then, with her free hand, she drew her sword, and held it before them both.

It felt a bit silly to be brandishing the blade at thin air — nothing was moving, aside from the lazily drifting insects. Still, the salamander had to be frightened of something.

“I’ll protect you,” she told the bundle of anxious flames, and strode forward with grim determination.

Before she had gone more than a single step further, she was caught around the waist by an arm, and yanked backwards against what felt like a human chest.

Without looking or thinking twice, Rose thrust the pommel of her sword back over her shoulder with every ounce of her strength.

The blow must have hit its mark, for she was released at once, and whatever had grabbed her let out a startled yelp of agony.

“Ow,” the voice said emphatically.

Rose whirled around, ready to strike again, only to find a human-shaped person there, doubled over and clutching at their face.

“By all the ancient wealds, what a prickly human!” the figure laughed, voice a little strained. “A little quick on the draw, aren’t you?”

When their hands lowered from their face, Rose could see the person was wearing a mask made of bark that hid all of their features, save for a rough pair of holes for their eyes. They were taller than her, and clad in an oddly fine-fabriced tunic and breeches of earthen tones.

Most importantly, however, their ears were long and pointed, standing out from amidst their long dark curls. An elf.

Rose leveled her sword at the elf, scowling. “Who are you?” she demanded.

“Ah, not even a hello? How impolite,” the elf bemoaned. Then they swept a deep bow, apparently fully recovered. “I am Silvian of the Luminescent Grove, or as some might call me, he who wanders. And who might you be, little human?”

“Why did you grab me?” Rose asked, ignoring the question.

Silvian paused, then pointed a rather long spindly finger behind her towards the center of the clearing. “...There’s a swallower pit just ahead,” he said plaintively. “You were about to walk straight into it, so I thought I should stop you.”

Rose glanced behind her at the seemingly empty clearing, then at the salamander in the lantern, still shivering away in the fire.

Oh. Maybe that was what scared it.

“But you needn’t take my word for it,” Silvian added, leaning down to snatch a loose twig up from the moss. “Behold!”

With that, he chucked the twig past her, landing it straight in the middle of the clearing.

In the next instant, a broad chasm opened up beneath the twig, and what seemed to be a hundred spines erupted  in a circle around the hole, barely an arm’s length away from where Rose stood. She jumped back at once, hiding the lantern and salamander in her cloak, and watched with wide eyes as the many spines dove inwards on the twig to drag it down into the dark depths of the earth.

Once the twig was gone, a small fountain of dirt spewed up from the hole, filling it back in at once. It looked a little like a mole hill—but it sank in on itself rapidly, moss growing back across it at an unnatural pace, until the center of the clearing was just as still and peaceful as before.

There were a few less insects in the air above the pit, but the rest of the bugs seemed unperturbed by the loss of their comrades.

Rose waited a few seconds until her heart had stopped racing. Then she sheathed her sword, turned back to Silvian, and bowed. “In that case, my apologies. I acted hastily,” she said gravely.

Silvian’s head cocked to one side, as though surprised by this. Then he laughed, and his eyes twinkled at her from behind his mask. “Don’t mention it! If you wish to make it up to me…why not give me your name, little human?”

“I’m—” Rose began, then stopped.

Thought for a moment, remembering Reuben’s words.

Whatever you do, don’t give a fae your true name.

“—Me,” Rose finished firmly. “I’m myself, and I’m not falling for that.”

…Nevermind that she almost had, the very moment he asked her. Hmm. She would have to be more on guard, it would seem.

(And here is my WIP of Rose and her kinda fucked up sword)

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Congrats on getting into your dream school and the new doggo! I know you're gonna be really busy with irl stuff and incoming asks, but if you have time, can I have an alternate scenario where MC somehow saved Bosch from the explosion during the end of World Tour? A fic or hcs is fine either way!

thank youu! and yeah you can save bosch, but it'll cost you tw drugs art work was done by @komewatari on twitter

You finally saw your chance when Bosch overextended his punch. Taking this as an opportunity, you slipped behind him and knocked him to the ground, locking your arms around his neck in a rear naked choke hold.

Half of the job was already done, but it's still going to be an uphill battle from here. And the box on his head acted as the perfect cover.

If you're fast enough, no one would notice anything; you just had to be careful of the drones circling in the sky.

When you first heard about the bomb located in the Championship belt, of course, you wanted to deactivate it. But you didn't expect JP to catch you in the act and put a halt to your plans.

Even if you win the Suval'hal Tournament, would Bosch even accept the fact that you ripped this opportunity from him? Or would he fight you every step of the way? He wanted to die with honor and take out JP himself. No way he would just let you interfere.

But you didn't have the luxury to sit around and wait for an answer, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You grit your teeth, refusing to relent even as Bosch struggled against your hold. Time was running out, and you couldn't afford to let him carry out his plan.

Your fingers brushed against Bosch's lips as you attempted to deliver the powder hidden in your sleeve. You had to hurry, that purple glow burning in Bosch's body was dangerous and unpredictable.

So in a last-ditch effort, you tightened your grip and forced the white powder in his mouth.

"Rohypnol..."

"...It's a potent sedative, a tool of dreams. It clouds the mind, dulls the senses, and plunges one into a state of unconsciousness. But beware, for its effects are not confined solely to put one under." A.K.I leaned closer to the phone, with a tantalizing whisper.

"But, is it safe?" You asked, staring out the open window of your hostel.

A.K.I. chuckled darkly, sending shivers down your spine "Safe? Well, that depends on your definition, now does it? Slurred speech, impaired judgment, loss of coordination, and that's just the beginning. But if you take too much... well, let's just say you might wake up with more than just a headache."

"That's some brutal stuff." You said, watching the kids outside play in the market.

"Don't you worry, dear. I'll make sure you get just the right dose to suit your needs. And I'll have it delivered to you by tomorrow morning. But remember, everything comes with a price.~"

Your heart pounded in fear as you waited for the effects to kick in. Bosch’s eyes widened once he realized what you've done and tried to spit out the substance, but you clamped your hand over his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

He convulsed violently, hands clawing at your face, trying to break free from your hold. And you winced once his nails dug deep into your skin.

But despite the pain, you knew you had to see this through to the end.

You held on even when Bosch began to sag in your arms, his movements growing sluggish as the drug took hold of him.

And when you felt his body going limp, you finally felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You knew you had made the right choice, no matter how hard it was.

"Fighter, you need to let go." the referee said, motioning for you to release your grip. "Your opponent has passed out. The fight is over."

But you didn't. Even though Bosch was unconscious, his plan still loomed over you like a rainy overcast. You couldn't afford to let him wake up.

"I can't." You replied, screwing your eyes shut. "Not until he's completely incapacitated."

"I'm warning you," He sternly said. "Let go now, or I'll have to disqualify you."

Reluctantly, you loosened your grip, allowing Bosch's unconscious body to slump down. You watched as the medical staff rushed to his side to assess him.

Once they saw he was still breathing, they hauled him away on a stretcher to the medical ward.

“You should go too. Get those wounds fixed up before the announcement.” 

You touched your face, feeling the blood trickling down.

You hardly noticed it when Bosch clawed at you because your adrenaline refused to let go of him.

The referee pulled you to your feet to help guide you out of the arena. And all you could hear is the crowd's cheers slowly disappearing as you descend deeper into the tunnel.

"You're lucky these scratches aren't deeper." Nurse Hema said, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Could have done some real damage if he hit your eye."

You nodded, eyes watching Bosch from the other side of the room. "Yeah, lucky." you mumbled.

"You're quite the fighter, you know.Not many people can withstand these injuries during a match, let alone pull off a move like that."

Forcing a small smile, you gave her your thanks but there wasn't much pride in your voice. You didn't fight to win a title or prove your strength. You only did it to save Bosch from himself and to prevent a tragedy from happening.

"Is he going to be okay?" You asked, pointing at Bosch's unconscious body.

Hema followed your finger and sighed. "He'll be out for a while. But yes, he'll recover."

Once she finished cleaning your face, she stepped back to look you over again. "There you go, you're all patched up. Just try to take it easy for the next couple of days, Okay?"

"Thank you, I appreciate it." you said, returning to Bosch.

She gave you one last nod before returning to her other patients.

The room was mostly quiet, other than hearing beeping monitors and the light whispers from people in the ward.

Your heart ached as you stared at him, guilt burrowing in your chest.

You reached out and brushed the loose strands of Bosch's hair away from his face. But you stopped once you saw your fingers shaking.

Letting out a deep breath you said, "I'm so sorry, Bosch, I didn't have a choice."

You glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening in. They stabilized him, but they didn’t know when he would wake up.

But you knew that when he did, he would never forgive you for what you’ve done.

"You always wanted to get strong so fast and I never understood why you pushed yourself so hard." You continued, slowly intertwining your hand with his.

You felt the burn of tears welling up in your eyes, "But when Kalima told me your plan, I just knew I had to stop you. I couldn't let you kill yourself. Especially since you have so much people who care about you."

Bosch had always been so driven and it was one of the things you loved about him.

Even if it drove a wedge between you two.

"I know you think I'm naive," You said. "That I don't have any real motivation. And maybe you're right. But I do know this…I can't lose you. You mean everything to me and I wish you could’ve opened up to me more. I didn’t know how much you were hurting."

You tightened your grip on his hand and leaned closer to him. "I love you, Bosch. Even if you don't feel the same way anymore, even if you hate me for what I did. I just couldn't let you die."

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against your intertwined hands. "What JP is doing is wrong and he needs to be stopped. But not like this. There has to be another way. And we can find it together if you'll let me help you."

The door creaked open, and two officers stepped in. They scanned the room until their eyes landed on you.

"Y/N?" One of them asked. "We need to speak with you about what happened during your last fight.”

This is it, You thought.

"We have live footage of you administering an illegal substance to your opponent, and we need you to come back with us for further investigation." the officer continued.

"I understand." you said untangling yourself from Bosch.

You stood up to take your leave. But before you went, you gave him one last look and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his forehead. "Please wake up soon. We still have so much more to talk about."

[eveenstar]

Could I request a GN reader general like dating stuff with Cal Kestis? Sorry if you've already done it!

Have a good day!! <3

Cal Kestis!! Sure can! Hope these are enough ♡ I tried to zoom between Fallen Order and Survivor, but also post Survivor events, so watch out for spoilers!

Dating Cal Kestis | Headcanons

->Cal and Obi-Wan are the definition of 'perfect boyfriend'. In fact, all the Jedi are jealous they can't be them. Have you seen those gorgeous ginger locks? Running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your chest after a hard mission... now that's the dream.

->Cal is dreamy, yes, but he also comes with a lot of packages. He doesn't talk about it, Cal avoids talking about anything remotely involving his past trauma when he's around you. If you ask, he'll joke around to try and get you to change the topic. Cal hates to admit it (even to himself) but he doesn't feel worthy of your love. Deep down he still blames himself for the death of his master, for Cere, for Cordova...and for not sensing Bode's betrayal. Cal would never forgive himself if something had happened to you.

->He's very attentive and always willing to slow down and listen to you vent. One of Cal's hands will rub your knee, sometimes holding your hand, kissing your knuckles to make you laugh. Cal will feel angry that someone has wronged you, he'd carry that burden for you if he could.

->don't blame him if he ever crosses paths with the person/people who did you wrong and goes a little to far

->Knows you can handle yourself in battle, but if you can't, he'll insist on training you, "c'mon, I'll go easy on you!" he'd sway you into it until you eventually give up.

->Cal is a little tease too. Will let down his hair stan long haired cal and wear one of those tight sweat shirts to show off his muscles, just because he knows that will throw you off during training. He'll laugh about it too! "Yeah? Are you gonna blame me for your lack of focus?" purposely to annoy you so you'll put him in his place. Knock him down, straddle him and bring his lightsaber dangerously close to his throat and that will 100% shut him up.

->not to get nfsw but definitely has a thing for you having the upper hand. Cal will blush and stare wide-eyed, but that cocky little grin never once leaves his face. Its just too much fun seeing you mad.

->LOVES pulling you under his poncho when he's wearing one. You two obviously don't fit in one together unless you're considerably smaller and then get absorbed in Cal's poncho. Definitely gets you a bunch of ponchos too, even shares his! Couple's that match together stay together.

->BD-1 is your child, I don't make the rules. He loves you nearly as much as Cal and lives to make your boyfriend jealous by snuggling closer to you at night.

->"I think you've stolen him from me." Cal jokes as BD-1 hops on your shoulder as you leave the ship. He has never seen his little buddy droid so trusting of someone that isn't Cal himself. Sure, BD-1 trusts Cere, Merrin and Greez, but not as much as he trusts you, so it must means you're special.

->of course you're special, Cal would think to himself, you made me fall for you.

->not overly touchy but loves to hold your hands in his, even does it unconsciously and especially in his sleep. Cal will seek you out to rest his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head, sometimes even wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. May or may not start pampering your skin with soft, little kisses all the way up to your jawline and if you don't stop then he'll take it a step further...have I said he's touch-starved? He is. Once he gets his hands on you, there's no prying him away.

->Keeps a little trinket that reminds him of you if you two have to be separated. Cal will look at it, play with it between his fingers, wishing it was you he was holding instead. Probably get you something like that too, I headcanon that it's a blue and red bracelet :)

->The incident with Dagan and then Bode's betrayal has taken a toll on Cal. You can see his struggle with the darkside, even during his sleep (or the few hours that he gets of rest) his face is closed up and his hands tighten around you, as if you were sand about to escape between his fingers. Saying he becomes more fearful and protective is an understatement - life becomes so much more real when you have someone to lose, and Cal has lost too many. To lose you would be to lose himself.

->The duel with Dagan nearly cost your life as the red blade nearly sliced you in half hadn't his own lightsaber blocked it in time. Dagan taunted Cal for his love for you and that was the first time you saw the darkness that lies behind his eyes. He almost cut off Dagan's head.

->Bode was his friend, and Cal trusted him, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous when you two got a little bit too close, or when Bode's hand trailed down your arm, his smile growing just a bit. Cal would sulk for a while and his kisses and holding would become just a tad bit more hungry and possessive, as if he's trying to prove something.

->Don't worry, he'll calm down when you show your love for him. Run your fingers through his hair, pull him close to you, whisper sweet nothings to his ear until he's weak under your touch.

->He's not very experienced as to what he should call you, sure before you he had at least one other relationship (which was just a little teenage crush and barely lasted more than a few rotations). Nicknames such as love and baby suffice for him, but at one point in your relationship you both start a challenge as to who can find the most dumbass nicknames for each other, and Cal takes that to heart.

->Spoiler alert, Cal wins. Everyone in the ship is horrified at the nicknames he's calling you such as his "sweet pookie bogling" and winking at you, knowing how embarrassing it is. He's a dork, but a competitive one at that. You gotta give him credit for the creativity though.

->On Tanalorr, Cal wishes for nothing more than a peaceful life with you. He has never thought of himself as a father, but he'd be lying if he said being with you hasn't sparked some thoughts that often come to him when he sees you playing with BD-1 or caring for Kata.

->That's when he knows that no matter how hard the fight gets, everything will be alright as long as he has you by his side.

[mcflymemes]

NO STRINGS ATTACHED PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2011 film

i'm warning you. if you take one step closer, i'm never letting you go.

so what's up with not calling me back?

it's perfect. will you read it for me?

did you think we had sex? we did not have sex!

i know it's over.

are you having sex?

that is a terrible, self-destructive plan, and i'm behind you a hundred percent.

when we met, you weren't wearing pants.

can we not tell everyone?

how long have you two been together?

what i need is someone who's gonna be in my bed at 2AM who i don't have to lie to or eat breakfast with.

yup, i'm definitely gay.

look, i'm not really an affectionate person.

go on a date with me.

you are such an overachiever.

look at my face.

we're sex friends. friends with benefits. fuck buddies.

i can't keep doing this. i'm not gonna see you again.

look, i know i'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but i just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of their old t-shirts.

if we were in a relationship, i would become a weird scary version of myself. my throat starts constricting. the walls start throbbing. it's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.

hey, someone call charlie brown! we found the great pumpkin!

don't make fun of me!

i'm gonna call everyone in my phone until someone agrees to have sex with me.

i'm pretty good at archery.

let's smoke some weed.

i sprained my wrist punching a wall.

i'm not good at this stuff.

the box of fifty donut holes is $5.79. you're gonna need two boxes.

we fell asleep and we were spooning.

try to stay away from women who want to fuck you.

that was really mean.

don't do that. don't just disappear like that on me.

how much money do you have on you?

do you wanna do this?

well, i can't date you either.

you're very talented, but fuck you!

i guess i wanted to hear your voice.

i want you to know that i respect you.

you shouldn't listen to me.

thank you for what you did back at the restaurant.

do you want to get out of here?

it's not really possible.

you left your socks in my room.

if you're lucky, you're never gonna see me again.

congrats? for what? having sex with you?

i'm so sorry. i love you.

hey, you can't call me and tell me that you miss me.

if you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come and see me.

people aren't meant to be together forever.

i don't want to freak you out, but i'd love to hang out with you in the daytime sometime.

i thought you just said it.

i'm going to start peeing with the door open. it's going to get weird.

i can't focus on my porn with all this real sex going on around me!

i don't want to have that conversation on the phone.

we don't get to pick who we fall in love with, and it doesn't happen like it should.

we didn't break up. we never started.

you did a good job, so i thought you deserved a balloon.

you make my heart skip a beat.

yeah, i could do that.

can i say something? and don't take this the wrong way because you know i'll be your friend no matter what.

okay, where's that?

oh, by the way, it's the best sex of my life.

are you still there?

i made you a valentine's day card.

i'm assuming that's a good thing.

things were getting too intense so we decided not to see each other until we hook up with other people.

that's really sweet.

you always do this. you always find something wrong with everybody who likes you.

we were spooning with our clothes on which is like. ten times worse.

we are getting laid tonight!

is this about me not having a date?

god, i am single as fuck.

i understand what's going on.

you have to come with me.

i can't stop thinking about them.

this isn't really my place.

i'm telling you to be hurt. i can take it. the world can take it.

sometimes my neck gets sore because my brain is so big.

get in your car and drive away.

i know this is random. i just... um. i miss you. i miss you so much.

i don't know what to say.

you're fucking my ex-girlfriend?

i'm not gonna meet your parents.

don't list me as your emergency contact. i won't come.

you know i worry about you sometimes.

i think monogamy goes against our basic biology.

i just worked fourteen hours.

no one threw up on me today.

that was such a fail on my part.

if i catch you taking pictures of your dick one more time, i'm taking that thing away.

watch and learn.

you want to go with me to this stupid thing?

did i just pass out on your couch?

did you look at it?

oh my god, i love you so much.

[rosa-qing]

Marius Von Hagen X F! Reader

Notes : Ambiguous Period

In one of the prestige houses in Stellis, a party was being held. One of the invited guests was Marius.

His car arrived caught the attention of everyone. Camera flashes as he came out of the car. He reached out his hand towards you in which you hurriedly grabbed it.

Standing beside him as you wear a purple off the shoulder gown, while Marius was wearing his usual suit.

His arms wrapped arms around your waists as they took photos.

Getting enough of it you both head inside the venue.

“I'm glad you could come Mr. Von Hagen” a man wearing a neatly black suit approached them. The man extends his hand towards him

"It was my pleasure, thank you for inviting us" Marius smile and shook his hands.

“May I ask is she your?” The man asks

You took a glance at him waiting for his answer. He tightens his grip on your waists as he pulls you a bit closer.

"My date" He smiled and looked at you

The man didn't press anymore question, instead he talked about the collaboration they want from PAX.

Watching them talk about all the business stuff but your mind still wonders about the question earlier.

Why just hearing the word date makes your chests hurt.

Marius saw you on a dazed so leaned down asking if you're okay.

"Uhum, I just need to get some drink do you want one" She looked around finding the waiter carrying some drinks

"Jie-, I mean just one glass will do" Marius almost slip and forgot he's at a party. He loosens his grip on your waists so you can leave.

Walking away from them, you look back and saw Marius seriously talking with others. Made you realize how completely different he is when he's with you.

The cornered of your lips raised as your heart skips a beat. You shake your head, dismissing the thought immediately.

You love him but what are the odds that he loved you back. A sigh left your lips, you turn back around and walk away.

Walking around until you ended up at a beautiful garden. Roses and lilies were all in full bloom, you stared and awe while taking a step in.

Walking pass by a bench, you sat down. Closing your eyes feeling the cold wind passes you by.

"Jiejie" a familiar voiced called you, turning around you found walking towards you.

"Why are you here aren't you needed at the party"

He smiled and took a sit next to you

"Looking for my drinks" He teases you

You glared at him as his smile grew wider

"I was looking for you" he has that tender look in his eyes as his gaze lands on you. Feeling your heart beating fasts you looked away and changed the topic.

“Isn't this beautiful” a nervous laughed slip from your lips.

"Yeah it is" He answered

Turning around only to meet his gaze staring softly at you. While holding a red rose.

"May I"

You nod, as he places the red rose between your ears. His fingers gently traces down the corner of your cheeks. He leaned down, lessening the distance between the two of you.

You could feel your heart skipping a beat as the warmth spread through your cheeks. Instinctively you close your eyes waiting it to happened.

But only cold wind brushes by, you open your eyes only to see him smiling at you

"Marius Von Hagen, if you're here to play tricks on me then I'll be going"

You stood up and was about to walk away when suddenly he grabbed your arms pulling you towards him.

“Ma-” You wanted to call him out but he presses his lips against yours cutting you off.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you get lost in his kiss.

“What took you so long” you asks breathlessly

"I was waiting for the perfect moment but jiejie seeing you look like makes me want to kiss you. It took-"

You put a finger between his lips, shushing him

"Just kiss me again" You pulled him down and kiss his lips. You both get lost in each other's lips

Surrounded by flowers and under the moonlight you shared the sweetest kiss.

[ladybug100]

My dearest darling pt2

Steve was walking penny with you in the golden sunset, the pinks and purple hews making you look like an angel sent from up above. His angel, his sunshine, his girl and his soon to be wife

"oh! Oh! Yesterday I was at the department store with lottie, and I saw the most beautiful tie and It made me think of you! So I got it, it's back home in my room I almost forgot to give it you" y/n said with excitment.

Steve chuckled. "Why? Sunshine you dont need to get me stuff I'm the one supposed to spoil you!" He teased causing her the blush.

"I know, but it's just I thought its would look handsome on you. That's all, and I can too buy you things, your just as special to me as I am to you." Steve swore he couldn't fall for you more but everyday he did fall more and more in love with you.

It had been 2 weeks since he came for dinner, you and him were almost always together walking penny, taking car rides, having picnics in the spring sun, just getting to know eachother. You had thought you had loved ben with your whole heart but now you had steve and this love felt so much more real and better. More grown up then the high school games and kisses, hand holding in the hallways. Steve was sweeping you off your feet and you put up no fight.

That night your parents had agreed to let you spend the night at his house. Your father and mother weren't worried at all, why would Captain America break the rules? Why would Captain America take this opportunity to use his sunshine's innocence against her? And they were right next door they were sure nothing would happen.

"Alright I'm gonna get my night bag and I'll see you soon stevie" you said before kissing his check and walking back to your house.

Penny and steve making their way to his house next door. Your mother thought bringing penny was a good idea just in case. Steve liked little penny, she was a sweet puppy just like her mommy. The thought of his and yours children playing with penny had his heart swell and dick hard.

As he and penny walked through the door she started to pull on the leash

"alright, alright penny wenny just hold still so I can get your leash off then you can explore." He chuckled as he watched the penny dash and jump around house smelling everything she could.

He also thought it was a good idea to bring her with so she could get used to being in his home. Because soon it would be yours and penny's too, and hopefully a little baby would come along shortly after the wedding.

Steve had the perfect plan: he and you would spend the next 4 months dating and then on your anverisy he would propose and then 2 months later you would wed. He was secretly planning the wedding too, he knew what colors you liked and flowers, who would be there, what music. As steve waited for you he decided to call up bucky his old pal, when steve came back to the past he thought that bringing bucky back would be the best for him and it was.

"Hey buck! How ya doing?" Steve asked

"Good! My girl and I just got done putting james jr down to sleep, so how are you and y/n?" Bucky had met you and almost stole you to be his second wife if steve hadn't put a claim on he would have done it in a heart beat.

"Shes spending the night tonight. Shes at her place getting her bag while I'm here with penny"

"Oh! You gonna have fun tonight?!" Bucky joked

"Yeah not sex but I wont waste this opportunity."steve grinned

"Alright pal my girls callin' me to bed, you have fun" bucky said before hanging up the phone.

"Steve?" Y/n called out while walking through the door admiring his home.

"Righg here sunshine" he stepped out of the his office to find you standing in his living room with penny hoping around your legs like a bunny.

"Heres your tie" you stepped closer a light blush on your cheeks.

Steve opened the box and cooed you are going to be the best little wife to me. He thought

"Its beautiful! Thank you sunny" steve stepped closer to you; pulling you into his chest, his soft lips meeting yours in a passionate searing kiss. His hands on your waist whilst your hands gripped his upper arms. The blonde super soldier heard a sweat little whimper come from you his hands dug more into your dress that sat over your delicate skin. He wanted to feel all of you, but the little voice inside his head remined him of the plan that he would have you for the rest of his life.

He pulled away with a boyish grin on his face. "Let's watch some television yeah?" You nodded obediently sitting on the couch his and legs and yours touching while he flickered through the channels. Penny came running to the both you; dive bombing on Steve's lap snuggling closer to him. You giggled at the sight of your little baby penny already loving steve

"I guess I'm not the only one who loves you" you said not realizing that you had told steve you loved him. A warm and evil smile spread on Steve's face.

"I love you too" he said looking at you pet penny's head.

"I know its early but y/n I do love you and penny" he chuckled kissing your cheek

"Oh jeez! I thought I was crazy for loving you this fast" you smashed your lips on Steve's, you were never one to really start a sexual act but you finally telling steve you loved him and him loving you back made butterflies turn into fireworks.

Steve was more then surprised when you kissed so fast and urgent but it only made him want you more knowing you loved him and wanted to kiss him with such power and vulnerability.

The two of you made out so long that penny fell asleep, and when you finally broke apart it was time for bed.

*the nightgown you wear*

Steve's eyes were bugging out of his head as he saw you step out from his bathroom, your flowing over your shoulders the light pink gown barely leaving anything to his imagination. The deep cut showed of your breasts as you gave him a shy smile and kiss on the cheek.

"Your beautiful sunshine" he whispered into your ear as his arms snaked around your waist, trapping you to him. "Thank you steve" you laid your head down on his shoulder snuggling closer to him under the blanket.

Soon you were fast asleep in his arms, steve watched you as the pale light flashed upon your skin leaving him breathless. He slowly untucked you right boob from its confines, playing with your now hard nipple. Little melws and gasps left her lips in sleep.

Steve slowly pulled his hard fat cock from his sleep pants, he stated by teasing the tip with his fingers whilst lowering his lips to your breast sucking on it. He started at a slow pace; stroking his long member In delicate touches as he listened to your moans and whimpers.

The thought of you under him as he snapped his hips into yours, cries of pleasure and need in your voice as you begged him to fill you up with his warm sticky cum. To make love to you and to make you a mommy. The image of you riding him as he drunk your breast milk, your swollen tummy bouncing with each thrust he met with you pussy.

Taking on the counter as you cooked dinner for him, you waiting at home for him with open arms and legs ready to please him.

Steve came with a shout. Cleaning himself off and fixing your nightgown steve put his dick back in his sleep pants and dozed off with his little sunshine knowing nothing of the sins he thinks of her and will on day make her do.

A/N: I know it's pretty short but you did get smut so🤷‍♀️.

[carmenized-onions]

It’s not a limited feature for people you want to kiss. There’s Syd, Richie, …Mikey… - i might struggle with reading comprehension cause the amount of reads it took for me to understand that she in fact does NOT want to kiss all of them i- (wishful thinking who)

HE STOLE FLOWERS FOR HER 😭😭😭

he sidles up behind you and puts his head on your shoulder, hands hovering as if he’s going to hug your waist but simply cannot bring himself to. - I WILL EVAPORATE

he wanted the mug she made, yeah i might explode

“Think you’re gonna realize I’m not as good as you think I am.” - I’m actually crying

He kind of, tugs at you, pulling you closer to him - I’m not okay (i promise)

Carmen can see it, now. The way your jaw clenches, how you’re looking past him, not at him. The way you mirror how he imagines he looked in the walk-in, to you. He decides to take a page out of your book, and hugs you close. “Know so.” - The way he’s the one to take care of HER, yeah that is fully everything to me

“It’s both. It can be both.” - HGNNNNNN [screaming into a pillow]

You’re not ready to risk him no longer liking you. - 👀👀 my interest 📈📈

“But it’s nothing that would make me leave. Nothing that’s not worth it.” - I WANT NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS FOR THESE TWO (challenge level: impossible)

You’re not failing again - NOT HER BLAMING HERSELF FOR MICHAEL, I WILL RIOT AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS🤺🤺

He replaces the Cubs jersey wearing bear in your arms, that night. He hopes he will forever, he's pretty sure he won't. - this simultaneously made my heart swell and break

Carmen never turns off his location, and he never will. - 💓💕💖✨

He takes advantage of the whipped cream on your nose and the severe lack of napkins in your bedroom when he can. - Nose kiss🥺🥹😭

the way this chapter was devastating but you still treated us with small soft moments (head on shoulder, nose kiss, cuddles in bed) was so powerful of you!! also yes as much as i wanted full on smooches you’re right it makes no sense, it was better this way (your talent!!)

I love getting the longest fuckin message in my inbox, nothing makes me happier, you must know this. Let's do list format so I don't fuckin' forget anythingTHREE MINUTES ON THE INBOX TIMER HEY ALSO IF YOU'RE GOOD I'LL PUT A SNIPPET OF THE WIP OF THE NEXT CHAPTER AT THE BOTTOM OKAY??? OKAY LETS FUCKING G O O

I so heavily debated a romantic relationship with Mikey bro, and honestly, as readers, if you'd like to look at Chip and Mikey that way, I wouldn't be able to fault you. They absolutely give that vibe. I also think if Tony was in the canon Bear universe, I do genuinely think she'd be the perfect match for Richie. That stupid fuck. Hated his ass until he got character growth'd into oblivion. And I would like to personally believe Syd and Tony did like, at least a smooch in highschool. To confirm or deny things, for themselves. Yknow. Classic teen girl stuff, right?

NO ONES FUCKING TALKING ABOUT THIS BRO!!! HE WAS HAVING A FULL BLOWN MELTDOWN AND S T I L L KEPT THE SANCTITY OF MIND ON HIS WALK TO STEAL HER FLOWERS, IN THE SAME WAY SHE STILL MADE THE EFFORT TO MAKE HIM HOT CHOCOLATE. I'M SO. SICK. I'M WRETCHING.

Bro fumbles before he can fumble fr. What can I say?

I debated the mug thing for a minute, I was like, he would want the handmade mug, no matter what, but would he have the courage to ask for something he wants? But I think asking her out (kind of) was such a huge step, that the mug was inevitable. He'd do it.

I fuckin LOVE making these two mirror each other so perfectly. There's fully bits of dialogue that I've recalled from the Bear and had Tony say. They just. They take care of each other so well because they both get it. And I love this moment especially because it's very explicitly Him learning from her on how to care. Like, that + the It can be both!! The shared burden!! Taking from learning from Tony and Syd!! I love to see this growth in him

And baby, that interest is gonna STAY piqued we're not at the crust of this CRUX YET!

I want the happiness for them too, I promise, but it's like that uhhh Episode of Bluey, where they fight and they're like awwee fighting can actually be good for growth..... But like, not an episode of Bluey vibe at all. To this one. LMAO

I WANT TO EMPHASIZE SO MUCH, AND MAYBE I SHOULD'VE DONE SO BEFORE-- TONY IS SO NOT AT FAULT, FOR ANY OF THAT-- IT'S TRULY JUST WRITING FROM HER PERSPECTIVE!! Both of them being self-loathing and deeply blaming themselves for things entirely out of their control-- Entirely just their characters and deluded self-perceptions. I'd never say those things about my dear babe tony.

I love lines like They hope this will last, they know it will not. They're so deeply deeply hurtful. I love them so much.

Location and nose kiss!! Gah!!! Bear's a cutie. He tries to not be but he's such a patootie. NOTHING makes the devastating moments more devastating like softness. Like, the couple laying in bed during the Titanic. Nothing could possibly be fuckin' sadder.

THANK YOU FOR THIS ESSAY I WENT WAY OVER MY TIME I GOTTA GO TAKE A SHOWER AND PASS OUT I'VE GOT A REAL FUCKED UP SCHEDULE WITH THE WHOLE NEW JOB COUCH HOPPING BUSINESS. ANYWAYS. A PROMMY IS A PROMMY HERE'S A FUCKIN SNIPPET FROM THE FIRST SECTION OF THE NEXT CHAP (Probably will be revised and edited later a little bit don't YELL AT ME LATER ABOUT THIS!!!)

I write these in word, if it's blurry that's not my FAULT!!!!!!! I AM SORRY THOUGH!!!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!! GOOD NIGHT FUCKERS!!! GO VOTE ON THE TONY/CHIP POLL A COUPLE ASKS DOWN I GENUINELY WANNA KNOW!!

[distortedclouds]

I'm here for the writer's ask game :)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 15, 16, 27, 28, 29, 30, 37, 39

Well, hello there! :D

Questions 1,3,5,6,7:

Answered here

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Memory loss, but also growing old together. I think both tropes would require a lot of care and nuance to go into characterization that'd be very interesting to me

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Quite a few, actually! A couple of one-shots I'm working on, but also long-fics that I'm not sure whether I'll have the time or energy to tackle

The one most likely (still unlikely) to see the light of day is a post-rumbling, fake-dating fic because everyone's trying to get the new ambassador of peace to marry their daughter and Armin is (and Annie) just getting sick of it all

I mostly want it to be Armin-centric, everything that "Take my hand" fic was meant to be but couldn't (sorry Moon)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This probably wont' be the most honest/accurate answer, but since my brain has been flooded with ch 20 for the past 2 weeks-ish straight, it's gotta be this:

“I knew it, you and your plans,” Annie breathes with a small laugh, and it’s enough to make him smile, too. It always is. “What? You’re planning on marrying me on a remote beach somewhere?” “I will,” he promises. “You’ll get sand in your shoes.” She smiles. “Our friends will all be there.” He hopes. “The cake will get dirty.” She frowns. “I’ll promise to love you,” he vows. “We’ll spend the whole night brushing sand out of our hair instead of anything fun.” she pouts. “Yeah.” “I think I’d like that, Armin,” she murmurs, voice soft in his ears as she shuffles closer.

Dialogue is already not my strongest suit, so whenever I find myself writing bits that just flow between the two characters, I'm immediately pleased!

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Is there a difference between the two? I've been writing stuff and imagining worlds and scenarios since as far back as I could remember. I find writing to be an excellent practice of empathy and compassion, for not only people I may otherwise not fully understand, but also extending it to myself and how I may be feeling at specific times but having a hard time realize

definitely a passion!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I wouldn't say an episode/chapter, since I'm mostly consuming aot as whole arcs. But definitely the final arc, not only for aruani, but also as a life philosophy, if that makes sense lol

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I mean... I wanna saw BW, since that's the apple of my eye, but I also fail to see how so much internal monologue and emotional writing can be distilled into an image (but then again, I'm not well versed in the visual arts)

It's gonna have to be I'm begging for you to take my hand

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

I may be biased to my current writing, but I can totally see myself exploring a wide variety of human emotions and circumstances with Armin and Annie in the aot universe and outside it

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Never been in one before. It's intriguing but also the perfect opportunity for my imposter syndrome to step in and fear of disappointing other writers I may be working alongside

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

It'd be hypocritical not to mention @/you first! Not only is your writing incredibly poetic and artistic in nature, it also delves into the very depths of a character's emotions. It feels like I'm writing something that should be categorized as literary, instead of just writing or fiction

@moonspirit (come get yo praise!)

It's the movement and animation in your writing that always captures me. Everything always feels so vivid and alive even if it's inanimate! You're like of Ghibli studio was a literary publishing house

@/ackermom on AO3

the emotional pull is out of this world HOLLY FUCK! I can't just casually read any of their fics, I need to mentally prepare (maybe even have a full day off :| )

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

@dudewhy3 give us more of deep cuts!! (no pressure :) )

30. Do you accept prompts?

Yes and no. When I do I usually only do it for very short drabbles just as an exercise in writing and have some "mindless" fun so I don't have to stress over every single word I write

37. Talk about your current wips.

Well, I wanna finish BW sometime within the next month or so, A couple of... one-shots that I wanna write (IYKYK) but I also really wanna get back into Slow and Steady

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

If it's on tumblr:

Similarly on AO3, I just don't give them the time of day. People like that 99% of the time are just looking for a reaction because they have nothing better to do IRL and want to feel important online. I just don't engage

[akitasblogs]

Request 17th July 2022

For AlithShepard95 on Wattpad!

TW: I have no idea how record studio contracts work so um... *slaps excuse 'it's another planet, things work differently'*

"Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you"

"That was perfect!" Matteo, the bassist of the band, said.

"Alright, we're done," Ben spoke through his microphone.

I smiled and nodded, my eyes turning green. I took off my guitar's strap and headed towards the door as it opened. I entered the main room and left my guitar on its stand.

A few of the people greeted me before Matteo and our drummer Cole gave me hugs and kisses, congratulating each other for finishing a new album.

"We will soon start our promotion tour!" Matteo said, very excited.

"Guys, I can't leave because of my sister," I said quietly and immediately regretted it.

Cole gave me a sympathetic look "(Y/N), we have to and you know it."

"Yeah, alright, I'll speak with Seb," I sighed.

Sebastian was our manager. He took care of most of the money. He would often come to our recording sessions too. He was saying goodbye to some of the people before leaving in the hallways. I took my jacket and hat off of the hanger and walked after him.

"Sebastian!" He stopped as I stepped in front of him. "Yes, hi, I mean, um-"

"What is it (Y/N)? I have to get home for dinner," he smiled.

Dinner my butt. "Sorry to stop you like that, but I really," I dragged out the 'y', "need money. Please, Seb, I need the money now." Now because it could be too late.

"I gave you everything, I gave you so much. Show me what I could have hidden from you," he told me. "Bring the papers you brought before and I'll give you the money. Goodnight (Y/N)."

I nodded and watched him walk away before taking a left turn, disappearing. My eyes turned grey. Same excuse as before. Same thing. I can't believe he came up with the same thing again.

I put on my jacket and hat, rushing in the hallways, shuffling in my pocket, feeling if everything is here then I went down the stairs in front of the building. I walked down the sidewalk, looking at the different shops and stuff in them.

"Oh my!" Someone in front of me said. "(Y/N) (Y/L), is that you?"

My eyes turned from blue to green.

"Yes, that's me!" I smiled. I hoped everything went by fast, I had places to be.

"Can I please have an autograph?" She pulled out a digital notepad.

"Yes!" I took them and quickly signed

"My friends won't believe it!" The girl said excitedly behind me as I took a right turn.

While walking, more people stopped me. I couldn't decline their request so I just dealt with it. It wasn't that bad but it got annoying, especially when you were in a rush. Paparazzi were very very annoying, but when I spotted one, I would usually give them a middle finger and smile.

The hospital's door disappeared as I came closer to it. I made my way to my sister's room.

She was always where I last left her. Seeing her like that was always hard for me.

"Oh, Ellie," I sighed and sat in the bed, taking her hand in mine. My eyes were glued to the floor, it's been months and I still couldn't believe I'm here. "Today we finished a new album. We'll start touring soon, I'll have to leave you..." I took a deep breath. "I talked with Sebastian... He came up with the same excuse. I'm sorry I can't help you..." I whispered the last part and squeezed her hand.

At some point, a woman walked into the room.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are..." She paused. "Are you (Y/N) (Y/L)?" She went through her papers, I guessed searching for my sister's name.

"Alright, where do I sign?" My eyes turned red, but I calmed down.

I dropped my jacket on the floor as soon as I entered my trashy apartment and I threw my hat at the wall. I could live in a bigger place, a house, not a small apartment, I could. But I didn't. I couldn't and I didn't want to. Almost all of the money I got, which wasn't even half of what I should have actually got, went for my sister's hospital bill, for her medication.

I sat on the chair in front of my table. All of the papers that I looked through to prove that Sebastian was robbing me were still there. He was robbing me. I showed them to him multiple times, I went through them multiple times, there was no doubt.

Sebastian threatened to stop giving me money if I tell someone. If I get him in court, he will end my career, he'll end me. There were a couple of murder threats and I got pretty scared.

I flinched when I heard a knock on my window. There was no more light shining through the window and there was loud music coming from below my apartment which I had completely ignored.

I pushed the curtains out of my way and noticed the tattoo on my hand flash. I got a bit giddy. Razer was standing in front of the window, a smile appeared on his lips when he saw me and my eyes turned green.

I pressed the button used to open the window. It didn't work and I pressed it a couple more times before violently hitting it and I heard a click. The window didn't open so I had to pull it.

As soon as Razer got into the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He also wrapped his arms around me and I let out a long sigh.

When we parted, I saw Hal entering through the window and Kilowog behind him, hitting his head on the frame and I chuckled.

"I'm so happy that you are here!" I said, also giving them hugs.

"So are we," Hal said. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Long time, yeah yeah, actually a few months," I smiled. "But I still missed you."

"How are you?" Razer asked me.

"I'm okay," I pushed the scattered around the table papers together.

Hal picked one up from the floor and used his ring to read it.

"(Y/N), are you sure you are okay? These are the same p-"

I snatched the sheet out of his hand and placed it with the rest, muttering a 'yes'. It was none of their business and I could deal with it alone. I didn't need any help with anything.

"Anyway, why don't I make you dinner? You must be tired from the trip."

When I was done eating, I excused myself and got up to get the spare room I had in the apparent and the couch ready for my guests.

"Alright, who's going to take the room and who will take the couch?" I leaned onto my chair's backrest.

"What about Razer?" Kilowog asked and I noticed a grin appear on the Red Lantern's face when realisation hit his friend. "The room is mine!"

"Hey, who said so?" Hal exclaimed.

There was an argument and I started feeling tired so I left them. Razer followed me into the bedroom and when I closed the door, he hugged me from behind.

"What?" I leaned back as he kissed my neck.

"What were those papers?" He spoke in that same comforting voice he used when I was sad.

I thought if I should answer or not. The image of my sister on the bed flashed through my mind and my grip around Razer's arm tightened.

"Sebastian, my band's manager, wouldn't give me the money that is mine. I..." I remembered what had happened and my eyes turned from grey to red. I pulled myself out of Razer's arms and began to walk around the room. "I spoke with him today. He came up with the same stupid excuse to bring the papers proving that he stole money and he will give them to me. I showed them to him so many times! He didn't do anything! He keeps robbing me! I have no idea is that just me..." I heard a knock coming from the floor, the neighbours clearly didn't like my footsteps. I sat on the bed and continued, "I have no idea if my band members also have the same problem. Sebastian, that idiot, threatened to do something very bad if I tell anybody," another few thumps came from below because Razer walked over to me. "Oh shut up!" I hit the floor with my feet.

"Calm down," Razer placed his hand on mine.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down," I pulled my hand out of his and sat further away from him. "I won't calm down! My sister's in the hospital! She's laying there all day, she doesn't move! The rising and falling of her chest is the only sign that she is alive. And you want me to calm down!" I felt tears well up in my eyes as they turned grey. I could lose my sister. The one who I spent my childhood with, the one I always cared for, the one that has my unconditional love, that one, that sister. "My little sister..." I whispered and placed my face in my hands.

I was woken up by the feeling of a pair of lips against my cheek. It took me a moment to realise what was going on. I pulled Razer down and kissed him as he lay down.

"Why are you waking me up so early?" I stretched.

"It's a surprise," he smiled.

Kilowog and Hal were ready as well and seemed to have found their way around my kitchen-they were drinking coffee and handed me a mug.

"Why are you all awake so early?" I sat down on my chair.

"You'll see," Kilowog answered me.

"Oh, c'mon, tell me," I sighed.

"It's a surprise," Razer pat my head when he passed by me and sat next to me.

"Please?"

"No."

I repeated myself, dragging out the word but I still received the same reply. I continued to insist until they told me we had somewhere to go. Somewhere. We?

All four of us flew out.

"(Y/N), do you remember how much money that manager of yours owed you?" Hal asked me.

"Yeah, why?" His words went through my head again. "What are you doing? Why are we going there?"

"Oh, I just thought about something," Razer had a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't worry. Why do you wear that mask?" He changed the topic like we weren't flying towards Sebastian's apartment.

I heard Hal laugh. "Paparazzi."

"Yep, if you look down, you will probably see them taking photos," I chuckled.

"We're here," Kilowog announced.

I hadn't realised how close we lived. But of course, his apartment was in one of the big buildings that tower over mine and hides my sun every single morning and I'm left in the cold.

Kilowog stopped me when we reached one window. I could see a very well-decorated living room that was in brown colours, giving it a very comfortable look and Sebastian sitting on the couch.

"And how exactly are we going to get in?" I whispered.

Hal made a line, sneaking it to the other side and pushing the button, but the window didn't open.

"Listen, we shouldn't do it. Let's go back," I sighed.

"No. How do I open it?" Hal asked.

"Copy a finger."

He did as told and formed a hand that looked like mine, pressing the button and opening the window. He was the first one to go in, Razer behind him, Kilowog after them and I was last.

Hal placed his hand over Sebastian's mouth as he panicked and Kilowog tied him up.

Razer sat on the coffee table, a grin appearing on his face.

"I was told that you are robbing people," Razer looked at Hal and Kilowog then continued. "I want to talk with you about a specific one. (Y/N) (Y/L). How much money have you stolen?"

Sebastian murmured into the hand.

"Will you shout if we let you speak?"

Sebastian shook his head and Hal removed his hand. But he was a liar-he immediately started crying for help and he was muted again.

"I see that there's no easy way to do this," Razer created a knife and brought it up to his face, adoring it. "Will you cry out now? I just want to know how much money you stole from Miss (Y/L)," awh, I'm Miss, "and I want them back in her bank account."

They allowed Sebastian to speak.

"I'll give everything back, I promise, I'll give it back!" I couldn't see his face but I was sure it was pale. "Just leave!"

"I'll come back with I don't see the money tomorrow," Razer got up but he leaned across the couch. "If I learn that you told someone about this..."

He walked past me as I smiled at him and we all left.

[MONTHS LATER]

"C'mon, please, let's not watch it," I pleaded.

"No, I want to see it," Elena was using the remote, sitting between Hal and Kilowog.

"Why?" I was scrolling through the screen of my tablet, looking for a specific magazine I had saved. "Nothing special, a performance like every other."

"We all want to see it," Razer smiled.

I sighed. "Oh, look at that! I told you you'll see each other in a magazine."

I handed the tablet to Razer, who read the title out loud, "our Green Lantern flies over the city with two others and one Red."

He showed it to the others and they chuckled.

"Kilowog is caught in an awful angle," Hal laughed.

"At least I'm not falling behind," he answered, indicating me.

"Yeah, yeah, anyway," I closed the tablet.

"I found it!" Elena said excitedly.

"No, please," I pouted.

"What's so bad about it?" Razer asked and opened his arms.

"Nothing?"

"Then come here."

I threw myself over the couch's armrest and Razer hugged me as I laid my head on his chest.

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[layanasstories]

Oblivion

EIGHTEEN

Recap that doesn't need warnings. So for those who didn't read seventeen:

As if the devil was playing with it, the motel phone rang. Jake was faster on his feet than I was and answered the phone "Hello?... Yes, perfect... I'll be right there." then he ends the call. "Pizza?" I look at him questioningly. "Yeah, pizza." he laughs.

After quickly putting on his clothes, he went to the reception, to get our pizza. In the meantime I jumped in the shower. It was nice to wash away all thoughts along with the overwhelming emotions.

I was already dressed and all, when Jake finally walked in. "So, you took your time. Were you lost?" I tease him laughing. "Keep on teasing me, you'll see what happens." he says with a smug look on his face and big smirk. Out of surprise, I playfully raise my eyebrows."Okay, maybe I will. I'm quite curious by nature." I answer his cheeky comment. But despite the twinkles in his eyes, that don't go unnoticed by me, he is clearing his throat "Shall we eat something?" he points to the pizza box he had put on the desk. "Backing off already?" I tease him even more that can't hide my giggle."Oh, I'm not backing off at all." the smile that appears on his face is so lascivious, I have to swallow. Only he doesn't stop there, from the pouch pocket of his hoodie he takes out a box and tosses it my way. "How's this for backing off?". The smile he already has even turned into a devilish smirk. I look at the box, then back at Jake. I want to make a smart ass comment about the box I have in my hands but nothing comes to mind. "I told you I am not backing off." with the same smirk he sits down on the bed and pats the duvet "Come sit down, let's eat." I walk towards him to I face him, until I am standing very close. I lift his chin with one finger so that he has to look up, into my eyes "Eat? Sure. I'm just not that hungry for pizza."

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I wake up to the sunbeams on my face, they are peeping through the slats. I quickly check the time on my phone, it is still early. When I turn around I see Jake lying on his stomach next to me, the sheet is over him and his back and legs can be seen. When I look at his back I secretly laugh, a few deep scratches were visible, which immediately brought me back to last night. I lay there watching him for a few more minutes until I decided to crawl out of bed very quietly, I don't want to wake him up. I grab his shirt and my own pants off the floor and head into the bathroom so I don't make a noise when I get dressed. As I pass the mirror, my attention is drawn to a spot on my skin that doesn't look familiar to me. I stop and turn to the mirror, now that I take a closer look, I see a large dark reddish-purple spot on my neck. "We marked each other well," I think with a chuckle.

After getting dressed, I sneak out of the room to get coffee for the two of us. When I am at the small restaurant, well more of a canteen, I grab two cups and fill them with the coffee that are ready in thermos jugs. I stuff some bags of sugar and powdered milk in my pocket and walk back. As I walk past the reception desk, Mrs. Walter stops me. "Miss" she begins in a hushed voice and gestures for me to come closer, which I do. "It's a little embarrassing, but I've had complaints about some loud noises coming from your room last night.". "Oh... You know, we met not very long ago, he and I had years of separation. And that tension thats had built up had to go sometime, don't you agree." I can't help it but I laugh, because her eyes have become as big as disks, in shame. "But I'm sorry. We'll do our best to hold back and be quieter next time.".

Still giggling, I quietly step back into our room, with the coffee. "Hey, good morning" I hear Jake say from the bed in a sleepy, raspy voice. "Good morning" I giggle back. Creaky and stiff, he tries to sit up in bed. "What's so funny?" he asks as he finally sits up and I hand him his coffee. "We've had some complaints." I still giggle as I take the sugar and milk out of my bag and offer it to him. He waves them away "Complaints? About what?". I stare at him for a long time, hoping the penny will drop. But nothing happens. "Seriously Jake?" I turn and walk to the desk where the boxes of pizza still are. I open one and take a pizza slice, fold it and take a bite. "What?" he still looks at me quizzically. I lean against the desk and look at him "We... Last night... loud noises? ... No nothing?" I say with a full mouth. "Ooooh!" now he starts laughing too. "Jeez, it wasn't even that loud" he rolls his eyes. "Apparently so" I shrug.

"What are your plans for the next few days?" he suddenly asks. I have to think for a moment before answering. "Today I want to take it easy. I was thinking of checking out the Dare House. I really must see it. And maybe a walk by the lake tonight." I say, thinking what else we can do in the coming days. "You said you want to see the mine." he suggests. "Yes. That's right. We can do that tomorrow?" I look at him questioningly. I hesitate for a moment whether I should suggest what I have in mind, then decide to do it anyway. "I know you're not a big fan, but I was also thinking about going to the Aurora tomorrow night. The gang should be there too, and after all, it's ladies night on Tuesday.". "Sure. I'm far from bothered about Phil, especially after last night." he does smile, but the way he pronounces Phil's name suggests that there is still some displeasure behind his smile. I let it pass, for now. "Great! Then we have a plan for two days!" I smile back.

Exactly as planned, we took it easy. We took a long shower together. Then after a few more bites of the cold pizza, we decided to get some real breakfast. And agreed that if we order pizza the next time, we will eat it warm.

When we walked out of the motel, I stopped for a moment. Across the road from the motel is an empty building, it could have been a restaurant in the past. "Tell me" I start looking up at Jake standing next to me "You were here, weren't you, after you had to go into hiding?". He remained silent, staring at the empty building across the street. Without really answering my question, he throws an arm around my shoulder. "Come on, let's find that Dare House of yours." He starts leading me away "I'll find another Chinese restaurant." He gives my shoulder a small squeeze.

The Dare House was disappointing on its own. It was a lot smaller than it looked in the video and not as deep in the woods as I thought. We then walked back to the motel and from there into Duskwood center. By late afternoon and early evening we reached our goal, the Rainbow Café. We had our dinner there. An hour before dusk, we walked to the lake. It was beautiful, still warm and the smell of summer was blissful. Also it was mostly quiet, not a person to be seen, which gave me an idea as we approach the landing pier. "Hey, shall we go for a swim?" I suggest playfully. "Huh? Now? In what?" he looks at me surprised. "In nothing, sweetie" I wink as I break away from his embrace. I kick off my shoes and pull my shirt over my head, and drop it on the ground while walking towards the landing pier. When I almost stand on the pier I take off my pants, bra and panties I and like that I run off the pier and jump into the water. I gasp as my body hits the cold water, as soon as I come back up I look to where Jake is. He is still fully dressed and has sat down at the end of the pier, my clothes are in neat pile next to him.

I dive back under and swim in his direction, coming up, close by him, wiping the water from my eyes, I see Jake standing next to a man in a forest ranger outfit, talking. The man turns to me with a very big smile on his face "Ma'am, you must get out of the water! It is forbidden to swim here!" he yells at me. I have to laugh myself, because I feel like a teenager caught in mischief. "Sorry, sir. I'll be out!" I yell back. But when I want to lift myself out of the water, I realize that I have nothing on. "Um, can you turn around for a second?" I ask him politely. "It's not something I haven't seen before lady." his smile now has something creepy. I see Jake notice that too, which completely changes his attitude from friendly to protective. "Sir, I would do as she says." he warned the man. "Is that a threat?" the ranger challenges Jake. "You bet it is!" he spits the words angrily. I see he's already clenching his fists, ready for a fight. The man rolls his eyes and cuts his losses and turns around.

I quickly climb out of the water onto the pier, put on my panties and pants, then quickly I throw my t-shirt over my head. I leave my bra as it is and take it in my hand. The ranger doesn't look back as he walks away and gives us one last warning. Then I put my shoes back on and Jake and I walk, laughing out loud, back to the motel.

[outcast-thingz]

Chapter 4:

Well... I Thought It Was Going Well

Periodically through the either Galieo or Kyran would check up on the young woman and change out the hand towel on her head. Poor thing didn't walk till some time after noon.

"Oh, it lives." Kyran comments as he happened to be passing by the couch when Styx rose to her feet. She raised her fists defensively and stepped backwards

"Who-" her attempted interrogation is interrupted by a yelp. She'd accidentally stepped on the dog's tail. Even so Sweetpea no offense and tried to get closer to recieve pets. Still unsure of the pup's intentions she backs up the other way and bumps into Kyran.

"Still here.." he smirks. "Don't like her much either," his eyes landing on Sweetpea. "Stole my macaroons I worked so hard on. With the humidity we had? It was a miracle they came out that good." The freckled face man scrunched his nose in discontent at the memory. He sighs, "anyways, want an ice pop?" He asks lightly shaking an unopened purple popsicle.

"Who the fuck are you? Wh-" Styx looks down at the clothing that was far bigger than she was, "who's are these, why.."

"I'll take that as a no.. Oh! Maybe you just don't like grape." He hums as he glides over and searches through the freezer.

"Hey! Don't ignore me Asshole."

"Ah! There it is," Kyran slides back over the wood floor. Since his socks didn't have grips he nearly fell, nearly. He clears his throat and holds out an orange and white popsicle.

His attitude, stupid fucking grin, his.. energy? Everything about it was familiar. Styx wasn't sure why something about his presence was comforting? 'This is weird..' being so confused she wasn't sure she could bring herself to speak. It was uncomfortable to not have the feeling like she needed to keep her guard up around someone especially someone she didn't know.

"Hey space cadet, hellooo~" he lightly shakes the popsicle, "you want it or not? You can't really being saying no to a orange dreamsicle freezie, that'd be a crime." An amuzed grin stretches across Kyran face as Styx rolls her eyes and snatches the popsicle. "So short stuff got a name er- something?"

*WHACK* "Fuck!" Kyran coughs and wipes a tear as he tries to catch his breath.

"Call me that again and you'll lose more than your breath... -What are you laughing at!?"

It hurt but he couldn't help it, "strength and venom, damn. No wonder Atti was out of breath last night. Even with the hunk of muscle that he is." There it was again, that warmth, that... comfort. She huffs and chomps down on her popsicle; which proved to be a mistake. She holds her cheek, her teeth in pain. He only laughs harder and wipes another tear.

"You mind if I ask some questions?" He finally breaks the silence that had quickly fallen between them while finishing their popsicles. Styx wasn't sure she could, or that she wanted to honestly. The feeling of wanting to let down her guard around him only made him that much more suspicious. "Tell you what, you won't have to talk, just gimme yer hand." Kyran moves over to the couch not feeling like standing for this interaction. "I promise I don't bite you can sit next to me." He jokes and pats the seat beside him. Styx rolls her eyes and sits, "you keep doing that and yer eyes will end up stuck in the back of yer head."

'Yeah. Ha ha.. real funny' Styx shakes head.

"Okay, yes or no questions only. One for yes and two for no, sound good?"

*squeeze*

"Perfect! Are you feeling better than last night?"

*squeeze squeeze*

"That's fine Atticus and Leo ran off to get supplies anyways. So how- Are you the one renting this place out?"

*squeeze squeeze*

"Uh.. then do you help the renters?"

*squeeze*

"Okay that's a relief. So then you have some sort of connection to the is place then." Kyran watches as her eyelids close halfway and the bright blue light seemed to dim from her eyes.

'More than you/I know..' Styx and Kyran thought.

He clears his throat, "ah.." he asks a few more questions regarding her memory of last night. Unfortunately, mentally, she seemed to be anywhere but where but here. "So umm... do you have a favorite color?"

*SQUEEEZE*

"Ow, ow, ow! Okay m'sorry. I get it, yes or no only." THAT! That exact sentence she's heard before. Styx quickly snapped her head over and she could have sworn she saw black hair and identical eyes to hers. "Uh.. there we go again" Kyran mumbles and waves his hand infront of the young woman. "Hello, Helllooo~ earth to space cadet Ginger Snap." The force of being brought back to reality hurt so much she could have cried right then and there. But in front of another living being? Pigs are more likely to fly than that. So instead she just squeezed the red head's hand painfully tight again.

'It's red and green not Black and Blue... he doesn't even share the same stupid face as Him.'

The faintest sound of footsteps on the porch had Styx jumping to her feet once again. As the front door swings open her first raise defensively. Kyran lifts a brow daringly,

"Ready for round two already?" Although he was amused by his own joke, Galieo was no.

"Absolutely not. Are you trying to kill the girl?" The curly haired man protests. Atticus shared the same amused glint in his eyes as Kyran.

"Just cause someone consents to it doesn't mean you should fight them." Galieo chided catching the look in his peripheral vision.

'I'd go easy on her' the blonde man signs.

"Don't need him to easy on me.." Styx mumbles.

"In your state? Yes you d- wait a sec, you know sign?" The red head interupts himself. Rather than answering she just rolls her eyes.

"There will be no fighting, you hear me?" Galieo huffs.

"Now sit, please." Galieo takes a bag from Atticus and takes Kyran's seat on the couch. "Could you put this under your tounge, please" he passes the young woman a thermometer then continues rummaging through the bag. "I bought some soup, ca-" before he could finish saying the name of the brand Styx chucks the can away; accidentally hitting Atticus. To everyone's surprise he doesn't react. "Now what on earth was that for?"

'It's too weird. They're too nice. Why the fuck are they being nice? I haven't given them a reason to be.' She thought starting to panick from the kindness they've shared so far.

"I don't need help getting better. I'm fine" she lied and coughs. The young woman snatches up her wig and stands. "Besides all efforts would have been lost if I ate that disgusting brand." Styx marches over to the front door which Sweetpea blocked. "Move" she growls at the dog who drops her ears down. Tail between her legs the sweet pup gets up and moves; brushing up again Styx's hand. The young woman flinched at the sentiment. With a huff and a slam she's put the door running through the forrest.

"Well I -thought- it was going well..." kyran sighed. "Opp, I know that look. What's yer orders cap-y-tan."

"Kyran start cooking a soup for when we come back. Atticus with me, bring Sweetpea. We're gonna look for her, she didn't look like she was headed for the main road."

"Aye aye!"

"If she says no we'll leave her along for good. But.. she's sick and I'd feel terrible if she got lost while she's out there..."

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