#you know he's addicted to gambling so saying this kiss is better is a huge deal indeed

[jeremysknoxes]

it was the spin of makker's wheel.

jesper is basically saying that this is better than gambling

[allisonlol]

CASINO DATE WITH CHUUYA

a/n: has anyone ever told u how brilliant your mind is?? kinda went off on these bc the casino is one of my favorite places. also added dazai & ranpo bc why not

warnings: vague mentions of alcohol, dazai makes one suicide joke

- Casino Date HC’s -

(Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo)

Chuuya Nakahara

the casino is this man’s second home

therefore obviously making it a landmark for ur dates <3

likes poker & blackjack the best…so you better like them too

as soon as you guys arrive those are the first tables he drags u to 💀

if you don’t know how to play tho he’d be totally willing to teach you 😊

however if he’s competing against u he’s not gonna hold back i’m sorry

HAS THE BEST POKER FACE

he’ll look bored as hell but secretly have the best hand & win the entire game

(i used to do that lmao 😭)

always gets super lucky?? the dealer will deliver the cards and chuuya will somehow end up with a three of a kind or straight flush every time??

it gets to the point where you’re convinced he HAS to be cheating so u watch him closely the entire game

that makes him nervous tho bc he can’t play well if ur staring at him !! ur too cute and it’s distracting !!

you’ll find that he’s not cheating tho he’s just naturally amazing <3

on the rare instances that he loses…

will get so mad and probably try to flip the table lol

pls control ur feral boyfriend

he’s low key addicted to it tho…to the point where the only way to get him away from the table is to tell him ur buying drinks for the both of you or something 😭

Dazai Osamu

hmmmm

he’s not the biggest fan of the casino but he’ll go if it makes u happy <3

you guys probably go on a date there at one point or another (for lack of having anything better to do)

or from tagging along with the rest of the ADA

naturally, his favorite game is roulette

always makes an offhand joke about how he wishes it was russian roulette so it’s actually “exciting”

just look at him like 😐 and he’ll shut up lol

another one who’s insanely lucky

he always bets on even groupings of numbers

or the color red

and wins. every time.

he says it’s because you’re his lucky charm 🥺

ur not complaining tho bc every time he wins he gets all excited and gives u a hug/kiss

you try betting on the same odds that he does but only end up LOSING ??

then you start to get a little frustrated

dazai notices and suggests you guys try something else <3

so instead you go to the pool tables !!

now i know billiards doesn’t classify as gambling but it’s still hella fun,,,

and your boyfriend kinda sucks at it so you actually have a chance to win

LMAO HOWEVER

one time chuuya JUST SO HAPPENED to be there as well and suddenly the whole thing was turned into a huge competition

oh god the absolute chaos

dazai out of nowhere turned into a pro at billiards,,,🤨

& then mass destruction ensued

Ranpo Edogawa

ok so it’s a bit of a struggle to get him to go with you at first

you’ll have to bring lots of snacks along and promise him more later

once there tho he always ends up having fun <3

ADORES THE SLOT MACHINES

the only problem with those is that chances of winning are pretty low

it’s a good thing you have the greatest detective with you then,,,

(there’s literally no relevance between gambling and him being a detective but…hear me out)

he always predicts the numbers the machine will land on and therefore ensures you win almost every time

ranpo loves to drag you around the casino and try literally every game tho

and you best believe he’s amazing at ALL OF THEM

even some of the random games that you don’t know how to play, he wins in minutes

ofc you have to hype him up and cheer for him 🥰

afterwards the two of you make a pit stop at the vending machines and absolutely RAID THEM

literally the whole casino fears ranpo from here on because he won against everyone there,,,

an icon honestly

by the end of the night y’all walk out of there 10x richer than before 💀

a/n: this was SO FUN to write, hope y’all enjoyed !! oh to go on a casino date with ranpo…

song i listened to while writing: poker face by lady gaga (i saw the opportunity and took it)

Thank you!

[kirishoshego]

Moneypulated//Aizawa

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

Summary: Sadly your husband isn't meeting the end of his deal with the mob boss Shota Aizawa. After Aizawa's right-hand woman told him about the lowlife's pretty little housewife he decided to take the matter into his own hands. Words: 3.2k+

NOTE: Big big thank you again to @misterhoneyyandere for letting me use their ideas to inspire this and my recent KiriBaku fic! I changed the boyfriend into husband to make the situation a bit more incriminating for him :) TW: nsfw: mention of alcohol and gambling, Voyeurism, non con, mention of blood, being tied up, slight degrading, praise, oral (male receiving), anal fingering, (kind of cheating? I definitely wouldn’t say you’re cheating but some see this as cheating), mention of death threats and a gun, hair pulling, choking, spitting, slapping

Your husband always has been the sweet guy next door. Holding the doors open for you, paying attention to the small things, always remembering your favorites. Haruto supported all your dreams, all your goals. Sure people looked at you a bit weirdly because of your age difference, but you never minded that. It was always the two of you against the world. At least for the first year of your marriage. You were still somewhat in your honeymoon phase but Haruto became more and more stressed because of work. He took a job offer that would pay him a lot of money, but the down side of it was the huge responsibility he was suddenly holding. For the first few month things went great but then his bosses demanded more results. Faster, better.  Of course you understood the situation he was in and you didn’t mind his outbursts. Tried to satisfy him the best way you could. He had to take trips more and more often and at first you didn’t question it. Your husband never lied to you, he knew he could always be open and honest to you about anything. But then you noticed a change of behavior, hiding his phone screen whenever he was around you, leaving the room when someone called. You asked him about it but he denied hiding anything, saying you’re just a bit paranoid and apologized for it. Yet, nothing changed.  So when he was out again for the weekend you couldn’t take it any longer. Now you sat in the kitchen, looking at the red numbers of your husband’s bank account. They must have made a mistake right? Your husband isn’t into gambling, he never had any addictions before, never smoked, never drunk, nothing. The dates all aligned with his “business trips”. One one side you were happy that he wasn’t seeing someone else, but when you noticed the name of the casino you turned pale.  PEONY CASINO Owner: Aizawa, Shota Accused (but never sentenced): Money Laundry, Murder, Drug Cultivation and Manufacturing, Assault, Kidnapping, Robbery, Bribery, you name it. Everyone knew he was one of the biggest mob bosses, but no matter who worked on these cases, they all failed. People and evidence disappeared or were never even found. Sometimes those who pressed charges then would drop them because “It was all a misunderstanding”.  Why would your husband willingly be associated with someone like him? There were plenty of casinos out there, why did it had to be Peony?  You changed into one of your dresses, there was no chance you would get into the casino without the right look. After getting done you jumped into your car, the moon already shining brightly upon you. The closer you got the angrier you turned. How could Haruto lie straight to your face? How could he hide this from you? How could your husband be so stupid to gamble with the devil?

The casino looked absolutely luxurious, you couldn’t deny that. Yet every little hair on your body stood up straight when your eyes landed on the huge building. There was a buff, blond security guard at the front door. His name tag read Bakugou. The couple in front of you tried their luck but were kicked out of the line for violating the dress code. A slight bit of sweat started to form on your forehead and arm pits. What if you failed here already?

“ID?” he barked, holding out his thick hand in front of you. You pulled it out of your purse and handed it to him. When he looked you up and down you fluttered your eyelashes, hoping to work your charm on him. Bakugou licked his plump lips before giving it back to you and letting you pass, his attention already on the person behind you.  The blue and gold color scheme surrounded you everywhere you went. Every table, every worker’s uniform, every card, every dice. It was hard to find your husband in between among thousand of other people but it wasn’t impossible. You spend round about half an hour in the huge hall before your eyes fell upon your cheering husband’s from. As you made your way over to him, a waitress suddenly appeared in front of you, offering something to drink. You debated shortly, but maybe some alcohol in your system would do you well before confronting Haruto. After grabbing a glass filled with expensive liquor you thanked her. Once she walked away you looked at the sport he occupied just seconds ago only to see his seat now empty. You looked for him frankly and spotted a tall red haired man carrying your struggling husband away. Panic bubbled up inside of your body. Fear of what is going to happen. You picked up your speed, almost bumping into another waitress when a guy with purple hair and prominent dark eye-bags cut you off. “May I help you Madame?” he asked you, making sure to block your view from the long hallway. “I want to talk to my husband,” you demanded, eyes squinted together. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried to make himself seem taller so you would feel more intimidated and crossed his arms.  “I saw him getting carried away by that red haired man, right into this hallway, so stop acting stupid and let me through,” you argued with him and he sighed, talking into his walkie talkie device.  It was impossible for you to hear what the guy on the other line said but Shinso’s demeanor changed. He let you pass, following you at every turn and making you stop in front of a black door. “Mister Aizawa will meet you shortly,” he explained and as you turned around in shock at the mention of his name you were knocked out cold.  You don’t know how long you were out, it could have been hours or days. Your head felt awful, dizzy and confused. “I’m glad you decided to join the party, I don’t think your husband could wait much longer,” a deep voice in front of you spoke. His long black hair was slicked back, his scar on full display. He was wearing a completely black tuxedo, a few golden rings adoring his fingers and you noticed that his knuckles had some bruises. Aizawa was crotched down in front of you as he inspected your face, his eyes wandering up and down your body.  “It’s a real pity that we had to meet under these circumstances,” he seemed genuinely upset when he stroked your cheek.  “My name is Shota Aizawa. According to your ID your name is Y/N Tanaka if I’m not mistaken? And I am pretty sure you know him as well,” a sinister smile was plastered on his face when he stepped out of your view, thus your eyes now falling onto your beat up husband. “Haruto” you whispered. He had a deep cut over his left brow, eye black, his lip was busted, blood was all over his ripped white shirt. A few of his fingers seem broken too. “What have you done to him?” you struggled against your restrains, tears welling up in your eyes.  “The question is what has he done to himself? Has he told you about his debt?” you looked at the man in front of you and he could see you didn’t. “Oh no, hiding something from your wife Haruto?” he clicked his tongue as his eyes fell unto the almost unconscious business man. He looked at you the best he could and you could see his eyeballs had turned red. In that moment you didn’t see your happy, carefree husband, no, you saw a scared little boy who just got caught. “I-I’m so, so sorry. I thought I had it under control-” he was caught off by his coughs, blood dripping down from his mouth. “Turns out he didn’t. Gambling is a real bad addiction, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked you.  “I don’t think it’s the gambler’s fault but the game master’s,” you answered him with a nasty look. He laughed at your comment, nodding his head in agreement.  “The reason why you’re here is because you’re going to help your husband with his debt. We made a deal. I get to play with his wife and therefor he only owns me 50.000 instead of the original 100.000. Sounds fair doesn’t it? I got that idea when you arrived here,” he sounded so nonchalant, as if he told you what he had for dinner today.  You looked at your husband, hoping to see him in as much shock as you were right now but he only looked down in shame. “He wouldn’t-” “Oh but he did. All it took was a knife to his throat,” he cut open your restrains, massaging your wrists and pulled you up to him. He brushed your hair from your shoulder, kissing it gently. 

The moment his lips met your skin your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you slapped him across the face, turning the whole room quiet. Once you realized what you have done, who you just raised your hand again, your face twisted up in pure shock and you stumbled back, apologies tumbling from your lips. 

The mob boss took targeted, heavy steps towards you, his eyes the one of a predator ready to pound on his prey. He crotches down to pick you up by your neck, his grip tight when he walked you back to your original place.  “If you try to pull shit like this again, I will gut your husband in front of you, understood?” his voice was low, dangerous and you knew he wasn’t one to joke around.  You could only nod, apologizing again, your hands flying up to his wrists when his grip got worse, silently pleading for him to release you with your teary eyes. “Now you will go down on your knees and show me what that mouth can do other than whine.”

His black eyes didn’t leave yours, watching with a hint of a smirk as you compeled to his orders. You unbuckled his black pants, the metal clanking as it fell to the floor. You were seemingly impressed by his dick print through his tight boxers. He wasn’t pleased when you turned your eyes away from him and to your husband so one of his hands gripped your hair and pulled your attention to him. His other hand slapped you, not hard but enough to send pain through your body, straight to your cunt. As you pulled down his boxers, his dick sprung free and hit his happy trail right under his navel.  “Be a good girl and open wide for me,” he squished your cheeks so you opened your mouth, not expecting him to spit into it. He patted your head as if he was praising you before shoving his dick down your throat. His hands held you in place so you wouldn’t move, loving the way you choked around him, your attempts to swallow causing his thick cock to twitch. There was no mercy in his thrusts, hard and deep, lost in pleasure. Once your tears mixed with your drool he had enough and pulled you off almost completely. He still had his slick fingers in your hair but wasn’t as rough with you anymore. You started bobbing your head on his meat, one of your hands on his balls to massage them. Maybe if you try hard enough he would cum quick and this all would be over soon enough.  Grunts and moans left his lips, his eyes never leaving your frame, the sight in front of him throwing him into full bliss. You definitely knew what you were doing, swirling your tongue around his tip, licking his shaft up and down whenever your jaw needed a small break, joined by your other hand. The way you looked up at him from time to time made him almost go feral. How could someone look so innocent and yet so full of sins at the same time? Where have you been all his life? Maybe he should kill your husband afterwards, keep you to himself. But where would he get his money from then? Not that he needed it, but still, debt was debt. He could still always kidnap you when he felt like it. He really should. Your mouth now concentrated on his tip, tongue licking all around it, hand going up and down, the grip just right and damn, your hand really worshipped his balls. He couldn’t keep himself from fucking your face, hearing those choke noises send him over the edge. Of course he pulled out first, shooting his load all over your face. 

“You’re such a good little whore for me, you did such a great job,” he praised you, his grey scarf cleaning your eyes so you could open them again. He wanted you to look at him, wanted to see your eyes roll back when he fucks you in front of your spouse and his men.  “Something like this deserves a reward, what do you think Kirishima, should I fuck her, take care of that sloppy wet hole?” he asked the man in the shadows, looking at the doors. You couldn’t see his reaction but fear spread through your body. 

“But... I thought-” you stammered, the man in front of you put his pointer finger under your chin so you’d look up to him. “What? That I would be satisfied by one orgasm? Oh darling, I’m so sorry you’re so used to awful sex. But no, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I leave you so needy,” he pointed down on the floor and you noticed your wetness dripped down onto the hard floor.  “Your body betrayed you,” he whispered into your ear as he crawled on top of your smaller frame. 

“No, please,” your husband gasped, a painful groan followed suit after. Aizawa only had to look at one of his man, your husband gagged within seconds. “Sir please stop,” you pleaded with him, your hand pushing against his chest in an attempt to stop him from going further.  “I like it when you call me sir,” he told you, kissing and nibbling on your soft skin. With one swift motion he cut open your dress, your body fully exposed. “Naughty girl, you’re not even wearing a bra and now-” he cut open your slip, the cold blade against your hot core sending shock waves through your body, your nipples turning hard, “not even underwear,” he groaned into your ear. His attention immediately went to your in goose bumps covered tits, licking the sensitive nubs alternately. When his fingers went to play with your pussy you pushed it away, shaking your head no. “Stop it, I don’t want this,” you told him when he looked at you angrily. Tears welled up in your eyes again as you saw his dark smile.

“Your mind maybe doesn’t, but your body is craving this,” he told you, holding your hands up with one hand, the other one aligning his still wet dick with your glistering folds. “Please, you’re big,” you whimpered when his tip was now at your entrance. “Oh don’t worry,” he assured you, pushing his full length into you at once. He covered your mouth with his hand to quiet down your scream that left your lips as he filled you up so suddenly. “It will only hurt for a little bit,” his waist snapped back and forth, in and out of you, the room soon filled with the sound of your wet cunt being abused by the one and only Aizawa.  “Stop suppressing your moans darling, let me hear them. Don’t be shy, I feel you clenching your needy hole around me.”  His other hand played with your clit now, drawing slow circles around it, tapping it from time to time to feel your body jolting. He had enough of your quietness, so he bit down on your neck hard, making you yell, which turned into a moan. “There we go,” he grunted. 

The black haired man grabbed his grey scarf, wrapping it around your throat and pulling it shut tightly. Your hands hit him and your nails scratched his arms and chest, making him moan in pleasure. Before you could pass out completely he stopped. He wanted you to remember every single second. Aizawa wanted you on top of him, watch your tits bounce up and down with his thrusts, so he turned you around, holding you up so he could pound into you. The new angle made your eyes roll into the back of your neck and you could’t help it now. Moans slipped past your lips as the shame and refusal slowly turned into pleasure. He hit all the right spots, his finger playing with your clit skillfully. Whenever he felt like it he would tuck on the scarf around your neck, choking you until he saw tiny veins pop under your eyes. At a certain point he pulled your body close to his, one hand in your hair, the other one trailing down your back. Before you could objectify against it, he had his finger inside of your puckering, empty hole. You bit his shoulder because it burned, never experiencing something like this before. “Fuck, you really like this darling don’t you? You’re such a good slut for me, letting me abuse all your holes like that,” he moaned and pulled you back by your hair, feeling you clenching around him more frequently.  He picked up the speed, pushing another finger into you in scissoring motions, watching your eyes roll back into your head as you came undone.  Aizawa made sure your husband’s eyes were looking at you. He had to know that Aizawa ruined you for him, that it was him, not Haruto, who gave you the best fuck in your life. 

The black haired man will never forget how your nails dig into his skin when you fucked yourself through your high on his dick, will never forget the way you moaned out his name, forgetting everything around you but the feeling of your best orgasm.  When you looked down at the man underneath you he couldn’t see a hint of fear in them and for a moment he just wanted to pull you in and kiss your cum covered face, you fitted perfectly around him and he had so much to show you. He wanted to ruin you, destroy you and build you up again, form you into his perfect little wife. Just the thought of having you anywhere possible: his car, his office, his yacht, his suit, his balcony, in his pool, his jacuzzi, so many places, so many kinks, so many positions. His thrusts became sloppier and he followed you quickly, painting your insides white. Aizawa held you close, taking in your mixed smell and enjoying your little spasms that went through your body every now and then. When he pulled out he made sure nothing would spill and took of his scarf from around you, wrapping you inside of it.  “I’m gonna take better care of you than he did, darling. You take care of him,” he told his men, ordering Bakugou to stop the camera and put the DVD in his safe for later.

©Kirishoshego

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Blue to Purple

Trigger Warning: Talk of suicide and depression.

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Characters: Sebastian/Jesse (Oc)

A/N: I’ve fallen into this game so hard. Before work, after work, all day on days off. This is a very addicting game.

Description: During another depression spell, Jesse confides his recent causes of stress in his husband who assures him everything is fine.

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Sebastian looked over from the kitchen sink as he heard the door of the house open and close. He was a bit confused to see his husband home so early. Jesse generally would search for him to give him a kiss or hug, if not just a wave whenever he reentered the cottage; but something seemed off.

Behind the gothic farmer, a curious German Shepherd followed slowly before jumping on the bed after staring at it a moment. Putting the soapy sponge down, Sebastian washed his hands before looking to investigate what was happening. He made his way across the living room into the shared bedroom to see Yoshi laying on his side of the bed, being eaten slightly by a blanket monster.

The dog glanced at his new daddy before pressing his snoot back into his first daddy. "No, you stay," Jesse's voice groaned. Sebastian chuckled before walking around to his husband's side of the bed. "Alright, what's going on?" The emo gently rubbed the blanket covered back as he sipped his morning coffee. There was silence before a thumbs up snaked out from under the covers. This, in turn, freed their first son of the farm, as Yoshi ran across Jesse to greet Sebastian happily.

The smaller giggled before gently petting the dog and kissing his head. "Yosh, can you get down?" The dog cocked it's head. This was his bed. Why was he being asked to get down? Sebastian was a bit scared of the dog but respected Jesse's rules about the fur baby. What was Jess' was Yoshi's.

Sebastian sighed before patting his leg. "Come on." Jesse groaned as Yoshi jumped off of him and earned some praising pats. With the dog down, Sebastian moved to lay on top of the lump of seemingly depression. "One of those days," Sebastian asked softly as he gently rubbed the head part of the lump. Jesse shrugged before peeking out carefully as to not make him fall.

Jesse shrugged before moving a hand out to gently rub the face of his lover. They mad eyes contact. Sebastian's purple eyes widened a bit before falling slightly he noticed how bagged, blood shot, and puffy his husband's turquoise one's were. "Were you.... crying?" Jesse paused a moment before turning his head with a small frown. "I'm fine Sebby. Do what you gotta do today, okay? I just want to rest for a few hours."

Sebastian frowned before moving the hand off his cheek. He moved off the lump before setting the coffee on the night stand. "Keeping secrets," Sebastian asked with slight disappointment in his tone. "I'm just tired Seb. Night," Jesse sighed as he curled up in the messy blankets. The emo crossed his arms and nudged the lump of sadness. "You were crying," he accused. "Your eyes always get lighter and brighter when you cry. It's not just tired. What's wrong?"

Specific observation. Jesse shook his head. Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Jesse come on. I can't help if you can't tell me," he reasoned softly. "Hun, I'm aright," Jesse assured sweetly. He looked so tired. Had he been over working himself? Sebastian frowned. "Is there anything I can do while you rest," he asked. "Unless you know how to work the mayonnaise machines," Jesse sighed.

Sebastian frowned. He didn't. "The crops were harvested and watered via sprinklers. Animals petted and fed. Eggs collected and put in the mayonnaise machines, milk gathered and wool gathered. Yoshi's water bowl is filled and that's basically it." Sebastian frowned even more.

"Do you need help around the farm? I could take on some chores. " Jesse shook his head. "No, you work on your coding. I got it baby, promise." Sebastian wasn't convinced. "Are you stressed?" Jesse sighed. "Seb, please let me sleep." Sebastian felt a bit hurt by that and moved to walk around d to his side of the bed. He noticed a bare foot poking out of the blankets and swiped at it on his way over.

Jesse jerked his foot away with a squeak before peeking out from the covers as Sebastian giggled and finished coming around. That was a sign to put his foot back. "Don't, " Jesse pouted. Sebastian frowned again before sighing. Still in his pajamas, he crawled back into bed and scooted so his butt was against the other.

He wanted to be spooned.

Jesse sighed, guilt hitting him for his rather unnecessarily mean behavior. "Sorry," the farmer muttered as he moved up to do his duty. Sebastian shook his head as he took Jesse's arm and held it lovingly around him. "Nothing to apologize for." Jesse grunted in response as he moved to bury his face in the other's hair.

Sebastian made a bit of a face. "Jesse, please," Sebastian pushed. "I heard you muttering last night. What's going on?" The goth nuzzle closer before saying something into the dark locks. "Honey," he sighed, "you need to move out of my hair." "Just a nightmare. Don't worry about it." Sebastian gently kicked at his leg.

"Jesse," Sebastian huffed. The farmer was quiet a moment before sighing. "I keep having bad dreams. The mumbling in my sleep you've been commenting on is a result of stress dreaming." Sebastian huffed. "I knew it. Why don't you give me some chores around the farm? That would be less stressful, right?"

Jesse gently kissed the back of his husband's neck. "Your sweet. But that's not the source. Coming here from the city, from a stable 9 to 5 was a huge toll that I didn't realize until I got off the bus my first day. I left behind help, I left behind stability, and I was left to a sinking ship." Sebastian blinked. He had never heard this before. He heard about the financial struggles during the first two seasons of Jesse's first year in Pelican Town but nothing more in regards to his move.

Jesse started to play with the fingers that held his hand on the other's torso. "Sinking ship?" Jesse hummed in conformation. "Your mom never mentioned it to you? The cottage was old and quite.... well.... wasn't very well taken care of. The farm was over run by rocks, trees, and weeds galore. I was give some old tools and left with 500 gold to my name to make something of the place or risk poverty."

Sebastian was quiet. He didn't know about these things. They talked on a daily, even before dating and marriage. How hadn't he heard this before? "So I've been stressed about money. I have plans but then the resources don't play out and nature isn't always in my favor and things fall apart. But that's the farm g life. You take risks and gamble your income in hopes of a better income." Sebastian was quiet. He gently rolled over and snuggle into the other's chest.

"Why haven't you mentioned this before?" Jesse kissed his head lovingly. "I don't know, honestly. Guess me joking about how broke I was and just wallowing in my now worsened depression with you got me by it. Not like I can really get my meds up here." Sebastian pushed him a bit. "Harvey," he started, but was cut off. "He's very expensive. No, I will be fine."

The smaller pouted before sighing. He reached up to feel the long, black locks of hair. Jesse merely pouted before his eyes watered again. "I'm just scared to loose it all. After all, I bonded with each of those animals. They're like my kids. I couldn't think of having to sell them.

"Yoshi was a stray whodunit found lingering by my farm. I don't know if I could get him off the farm if I were to fail. If I had to move back with my mom, he'd be miserable. Cramped in a small apartment? Yeah right." He paused as he notice Sebastian look a bit confused. "I don't think I could force you into such instability like that Sebastian. I know you didn't feel you know.... at your parents but it would be better than being stuck with Yoshi and I as we fall back at my mom's place."

"No. I wouldn't be leaving you! What the hell Jesse?" He gently slapped at his boyfriend's arm. "What you come up here, then plan to ditch me if you can't stay?" Jesse frowned, he hadn't thought of it that way. "I'd find a job and help us back on our feet. Regardless of how cramped it is and full of people, as long as I'm with you I can handle the city. I can handle wherever we end up." He pressed his face in the built chest as he finished, hugging the other slightly.

Jesse felt tears well in his eyes. "Guess that brings us to issue three then. Finances, farm fears," he sighed. "I.... I feel like I ripped you away from your family." Sebastian froze. "Come again?" He didn't want to look up. "We new each other two seasons before I asked you out. Then we dated for like half of that fall, all of winter, and most of the following year's spring. Then I asked you to marry me.

"Just.... I was so in love with you. I could relate so much to you. Your just so sweet, dorky, nerdy, considerate, just.... your amazing and.... I feel like I rushed it with you. We've only known each other for a year and two season yet.... here we are. I just... I don't know. Between you, our farm, I just feel like I've.... just rushed everything for progress.

"I don't think I've done anything right." Sebastian felt his eyes water before he glanced up. "Are you.... questioning our marriage?" Years of just wallowing in self pity, depression, suicidal thoughts, never fitting in, never feeling like family to his family. This was really hitting hard. "Ah, no, no, no! Sebby no, I'm not.” Jesse panicked as he moved to wipe the tears away and gently kissed each, delicate eye lid. Sebastian blush a bit before being pulled into a tight, loving hug.

"You seem so happy now and I know you love it here. I'm just.... I feel I've messed up as a person is all. I'm so happy with this marriage and I know your in better health now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have worded it like that. Same with excluding you from moving worst case scenario. Just.... city and three room apartments with two tiny bathrooms.

"I just didn't want you to feel caged in." Sebastian frowned before nuzzling into the other. "I like to feel small. A cage is something that can be used to contain something, but also protects it from the outside world. It's a misrepresented safety." There was a moment of silence before Jesse kissed the purple hair sprouting off his chest.

"I love you. I'm sorry." Sebastian shook his head. "Your an idiot," he sighed before leaning up to steal a true kiss from the other's lips. Jesse kissed back softly before they separated with small smiles. "Are... you good? I mean I said a lot and," Sebastian cut him off. He poked his forehead. "Is the farm failing?" Jesse shook his head. "Are we financially burdened?" Another shake. "Do you love me?" A nod. "You understand we're together through thick and thin?" Jesse paused before nodding.

"I accepted your proposal. I accepted your initial confession of love. I reciprocated it. I was so excited when you proposed, to be with you on you, 'sinking ship’. I love you, don't just brush me off like that next time your thinking of future plans. It really hurts. But if there's anything you need help with, ask me. Even if it's going into town and applying for a job."

Jesse kissed his head again. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I didn't mean it like that. Your right." Sebastian sighed before nuzzling into the taller gently. "I love you, I really do." Sebastian sighed. "I know you do, your just dumb," he laughed as he hugged him tighter. He was trying to get the taller to drop the subject. Jesse soon found himself giggling as opposed to whimpering as a finger traced gently down his ribs.

"Shehebby," he squealed as he shifted slightly, still holding the other. "Yes," Sebastian asked as me moved his finger up and down the ribs, scratching now and then. Jesse squirmed, giggling all the while. "Oh gosh it tickles," he snorted out, wiggling his feet. "Ah, it tickle, it tickles!" He was curling and really starting to wiggle his feet as he giggled softly. His stomach filled with butterflies and his chest felt lighter. As he gained muscle, his body had become quite .ore sensitive. What would normally only slightly tickle was now really leaving lingering sensation down his side.

"I'm hardly doing anything," Sebastian teased as gently added another finger. Jesse squeaked, holding him closer as his legs failed about. "Nhahahao! Oh gosh! S-Sebby please! Hehehhe!" Sebastian felt his own face heat up from the reaction. He stopped momentarily to sit on the other's waist; this would then warn a large blush followed by a shy look. "What are you doing," Jesse asked softly as he wiggled his feet a bit in preparation.

Both knew if he really wanted to. He could over power the smaller; but both knee, he would never do that. "I think you need to relax huh? Too mush stress isn't good for you." He was smiling gently, eyes looking over the taller fondly. Jesse felt his heart explode with butterflies from the delicate gaze. "Maybe some.... physical therapy will help?" Sebastian paused before cringing with a snort. "Sorry, I'm not very good at these.... things. Just... too dumb and sappy. Just, I'm going to tickle you." Jesse squealed just from the word. "No, Sebby," he whined before really giggling as fingers gently traced his forming pecs.

"Yes, Sebby. You need to smile more~." Jesse giggled, gently holding the other's arms as a brace. "Oh man, that's really sensitive! Mmmm!" Black hair was strewn about the pillow case as Jesse pressed hard into it. Sebastian giggled, giggled. "I would hope," he replied happily before moving to scratch around the soft forming bumps. "Eek! Hahahahha! Mmmm! Pfff! hehehe!" Jesse was such a gentle giant with him. It made Sebastian's heart swirl as he watched this man who could easily apprehend him just take the gentle, playful torment.

He never used his strength to his advantage or slight height difference. He was always so caring and sweet to Sebastian. Maybe a bit secretive and forceful now and then but never anything bad. When Sebastian was depressed, Jesse would just reply "same" before inviting himself to join the other in bed and cuddle him with a "but your not dying today." He would randomly bring him Jesse and his favorite foods, he was just.... an overall sweet guy.

He was covered in tattoos Sebastian loved to trace and rehear the stories behind, piercings that he'd have to free Jesse from when they'd get stuck in something, and had many scars; each with their own story too. They were similar yet different. But Sebastian was in love.

"Ah! Not the armpit! Eek! Nahaho please!" Jesse started snorting and gasping as he laughed hysterically and rolled around. His husband merely rode the bucking bronco with a smile as he tried to get through clamped arms to the gold spot. "No? Not going to let me in? That's alright, your thighs seem more appealing." Jesse froze as he felt the hands leave him. No. Not the thighs!

He gently took Sebastian's hand and smiled with residual giggles slipping out. He looked so tired yet so happy. "Oh no you don't." He gently moved Sebastian down, now hovering over him. "I made you nearly cry today. What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't cheer you up?" Sebastian blushed before feeling his stomach now flip with butterflies. "No, that's alright," Sebastian giggled out. God the anticipation could be the worst part.

"No, no it isn't. I love you and I need to make this right. I see you smile everyday now, laugh at our animals antics. But the laughter is never long lived. Don't tell me our home is starting to bore you." Sebastian shook his head vigorously.

"Oh no, Jesse please!" Jesse merely snorted before kissing each eye lid softly. "And where was my mercy?" Sebastian squeaked, squirming around slightly now. Jesse knew all of his weak spots having tickled him many times before, this was going to be hell!

"Coochie, coochie, coo," Jesse whispered into Sebastian's ear as fingers started to move gently under the cloth covering his love's torso. Sebastian immediately burst into a giggling fit, unable to suppress his laughter when disgustingly cringe worthy things are whispered into his ear. "H-Hey! Ahahaha! I wen-honey! Hehe he! Too much!" Jesse giggled as he let up, switched to just tracing with a single finger.

Sebastian calmed down significantly, covering his face as a wide smile was forced upon his lips. His feet wiggled as his hips turned from side to side. "Aw, is my darling husband too sensitive for even one, little finger? Is he? Man you are adorable," Jesse squealed out the last part. Sebastian's face was bright red from the teasing, his body going into affection and attention overload.

"Coochie, coochie, coo~! Ah, tickle, tickle, tickle my adorable Sebby~!" Sebastian shrieked from the teasing as he treated from freedom. Jesse paused to lift the pajama shirt up more to repeat the pale torso in all it's glory. Sebastian peeked out through his fingers, eyes watering and face radiating heat from his blush. He merely whimpered from the new child before giggling softly as fingers moved up towards his underarms, before moving back down again.

"Honey," he squealed as he gently tried to catch the intruding hands. Jesse merely giggled before lifting and arm overhead, causing Sebastian to panic. "Wa- wait! No pinning! Honey please, not there!" Sebastian was shyly trying to hide himself away as his husband slowly released his grip. "Really? Because last I knew, you pinned me by sitting on me, and didn't complain when I did the same," Jesse teased as he gently traced the underarm.

Sebastian shrieked before kicking his legs and shaking his head while covering his mouth. "T-This is unfair," he snorted out. "Oh? But I let go of your arm, pumpkin. There shouldn't be any issues now." Pumpkin? Rare as it was it made Sebastian melt. "Your killing me," he whined between giggles in response. "With love," Jesse reminded before slowly taking his arm back and re lowering the arm that was gripping the head boards to keep from closing. After a few moments of recovering, Sebastian noticed the lack of after care..... which meant.... oh no.

He dared to peek up, blushing more as he saw the other looking at him with such loving eyes. God they were both so gross and sappy since marriage. "Honey, what are you doing," Sebastian giggle out nervously. Jesse said nothing, just moved down a bit to sit on Sebastian's thighs. Wait.... why would he- no!

"Ah darling no!" Sebastian shrieked as he launched up to stop the other. Not the knees, please, not the knees, he giggled as he held Jesse's hands. "I... I can't! It's too ticklish!" The taller blushed before giggling a bit. "All the more reason to just gently trace it," was Jesse's reply. "Or fetch that duck feather out of the sell bin and just gently flick it here and there under your sensitive knees. Just dusting, crease cutting, feathering~?" Sebastian was as red as a tomato as he resisted the urge to cover his face. Once he let go. He knew it was game over.

"Or maybe.... we could play that game again? I know how much to enjoy thus~. I could just gently strike at your soles and toes while we play DnD again? A stock punishment? The feather u got today would really have you giggling." Nope, he couldn't do this. "Don't talk about it like that," Sebastian whimpered.

"Why? I like it too. It's relaxing, it's fun, it feels nice." That was really the only bonding he had with his mom that he could remember though. Demetrius never really bothered with him aside from telling him what to do and he was jealous of Maru so that only left his mom. She would tickle him to tears as a boy and young teen.

"Yeah but, you make it sound perverted," Sebastian huffed. "Oh, my bad," Jesse replied as he gently slipped his hand away. "Huh? Wait no! Jesse," Sebastian argued before freezing as a small squeeze was delivered to the under side of his knee. Oh no.

He glanced nervously at the other who smiled lovingly and did it again. A squeak. Sebastian was holding himself now, shaking his head. "Truce," he asked shyly. Jesse paused before sighing and giving a nod. If the other really didn't want to be tickled to death. He wouldn't force him.... at the moment. He moved to hold the smaller who quickly leaned into him. The flustered man quickly gave into the hold and went back to hiding his face in his husband. "Your so mean," he sighed as he started to calm down.

"Rude! I am not," Jesse replied as he gently tickled Sebastian's back. The giggles started up again as Sebastian fell into the other's chest. "Jess, stop it," he squealed. Jesse did before giggling himself and gently kissing his lover's head. "You know what sounds really good?" Sebastian peeked up from his chest like a kitten. "Hm?" "A power nap." Sebastian smiled before nuzzling in close to be held closer. "I love you," he hummed. "I love you too, Sebby."

[wmitomlinson]

FIC RECS- JAN 2021

if it’s not too late, happy 2021 everyone! i know the year hasn’t started out great but let’s keep our fingers crossed, and in case it doesn’t, i’ll be here to rec amazing fics to you! shoutout to all the authors of this fandom for being amazing <3

many of the fics mentioned below may have triggering topics. TW // DRUGS, ADDICTION, DRUG MENTION, ALCOHOL AS A COPING MECHANISM, ACCIDENTS, AMNESIA

never be by cherrystreet @cherrystreet (117k, study abroad au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, pining, happy ending) this was the first ones i’ve read of this type and it was amazing. i loved the long distance dynamic. 

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k, infedility) i have no idea why i ever thought that reading h cheating on l would ever do me any good, but here it is. beautifully written. this had me ugly crying and howling the first time i read it. can confirm i hated irl harry for a while after this. 

we’re not who we used to be by louistomlinsons @adoredontour (30k, sharing a bed, accidental cuddling, exes to lovers, road trip) i absolutely loved the ziam and shiall content, coupled with stupid louis. road trip AUs are very cool and if you like them as much as i do you should read this.

search and rescue me by wild halos (17k, alternate universe - high school, confinement?) this was one of the very few stuck together ones i’ve found and i ADORE it. super exciting. their chemistry is amazing. the things that can happen in a day ,,,, *chef’s kiss*

candles on air by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry (29k, friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst, pining) i read this during physics and i honestly had to work so hard not to let my self-restraint break because i was exhausted by the end of this. the angst is top-tier. 10/10 would recommend.

but me, i’m not a gamble by orphan_account (33k, football player louis, famous harry, popstar harry, footie au, niall is friends with all the footballers) a lovely posh&becks au featuring a cameo from none other than david and victoria beckham. i love the slow build and how louis leads harry on but can’t live without him either. oh and niall is a smug bastard but what’s new. 

spin me like a record by zarah5 @zarah5 (8k, alternate universe- college/university, friends to lovers, fake/pretend relationship, happy ending) let me start by saying that this author is my absolute favourite and that everything she writes is GOLD. so much captured in just 8k. loved it.

counting the steps between us by zarah5 @zarah5 (24k, friends to lovers, pining, so much pining, also camping) this fic is a gem. i absolutely love the dynamic between them and how easily they fall into step with each other. louis is kinda a dick to harry but they end up happy, so, who cares. 

say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (20k, college au, liberal arts college, photographer harry, soccer/football player louis tomlinson) harry is an oblivious idiot and louis is the fool pining over him. zayn is not bothered, except for when he is. wonderful fic. 

larry heartbreak by coinmaisy (47k, cheating harry, angst with a happy ending, it gets worse before it gets better, infedility, heartbroken louis tomlinson, implied/referenced drug use, alcohol) when i first read the summary i was like “what is 47k going to do to me?” huge mistake i promise. this was so exhausting to read and it literally felt like my partner had cheated on me. you really feel for the characters. kind of unconventional with the way they deal with it but beautiful nevertheless.

joke’s on our parents by larrycaring @mystupidamours (alternate universe- high school, louis has a twin named carla, coming out, sort of, closeted character) short and sweet, an extremely adorable read. i wish it didn’t end here! i’d kill for parents like that no joke

life at shutter speed by zarah5 @zarah5 (20k, alternate universe- fashion & models, harry is very forward, louis is charmed even though he wishes he weren’t) photographer!louis au featuring stunning locations and even more stunning models.

oh glory by alivingfire (21k, alternate universe-olympics, 2016 summer olympics, gymnastics, mentions of past zouis, explicit sexual content, praise kink, slight mentions of homophobia typical in work environments) this was soooo good. i’m not particularly into sports fics unless it’s footie louis, but swimmer!harry was something i never knew i needed. wonderful setting and the ending *chef’s kiss*

hold my breath by zarah5 @zarah5 (19k, alternate universe- yoga, alternate universe- football, louis plays football and is a beast when injured, harry and louis ramble around london a lot) this is definitely one of my favourite fics for this month. yoga instructor!harry, football!louis AND angst? sign me up hjdhnjsk 

talk dirty to me by briamaria (13k, friends to lovers, dirty talk, mutual masturbation) uni au with best friends to lovers + dirty talk? this one was fireeeeeee. their chemistry is awesome

own the scars by crinkle-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k, american au, drug addiction, drug overdose, larry is endgame, so don’t let the tomlinshaw scare you off, you’re gonna suffer, but you’ll be happy about it, lots of larry easter eggs) I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THIS FIC, but more importantly, please please, READ THE TAGS. this had me ugly crying like crazy. this was very triggering for me but istg i don’t regret it. slow burn and angst and fluff and the jealousy,,, make this a must-read. even the memory of this fic gets me overwhelmed. incredible. ft. zouiall friendship that will most definitely make your heart melt.

no one does it better by nodibs (49k, alcohol abuse, alternate universe) amnesia fic with ot5 friendship, sloooooooooooow burn and a shit ton of tears. 

teenage dreams in a teenage circus by orphan_account (50k, first time, coming of age, alternate universe- high school) gemma/perrie/louis friendship that i never knew i needed. louis falls in love with harry, which, awkwarddd. but this fic gave me major coming of age movie vibes and now i’m angry that i don’t have a childhood like this

play the odds by alivingfire @alivingfire (25k, friends to lovers, bets&wagers, alternate universe- college & university) a bet where they have to kiss 1000 times. maybe it ends up being more than that. i loved the concept and how well it carried throughout the fic.

those are all for this month ! i hope you enjoy them, and if you do, make sure you leave kudos and comments. stay safe, sending love! x

[neon-junkie]

The Last of his Kind - Chpt.1

Summary: A handsome young man approaches you at the bar after catching you checking him out. Names are exchanged and drinks are downed, and you seem to have fallen for him a lot harder than you realize.

Pairing: Jack Marston x f!Reader

Word Count: 3941

Rating: SFW

Tags: Post-RDR1, Saloon, Drinking, Flirting, Slow burn, Strangers to lovers, Gambling, First dates.

Notes:  finally, some Jack Marston content, because this man deserves some love!!!!!!!!! to clarify, this is set after RDR1 and the epilogue, so Jack has already killed Ross and is now just trying to move on with his life.

To everybody's surprise, you'd done it. You'd managed to move out of your parents' house and buy a small home on the edge of Blackwater, with a chicken coop and a tiny garden around the back of the house. It's homely enough, perfectly decorated and surprisingly warm, even in the winter. The fireplace provides more than enough heat to keep your one-room house cozy, and you always get that wholesome feeling in your chest as you sit against the window, watching the snowfall with a hot beverage in your hands. It was nice to be able to work in the town that you live in, your place of work being less than five minutes away, and sometimes you like to shake up your morning commute and walk along the docks, overlooking the water and the land in the distance. The view is beautiful during the day but even more so at night, as an array of lights dance along the horizon. You'd heard about a city across that lake called Saint Denis, and although people have told you time and time again that it's huge, you can tell from how far across those lights go, as well as how bright they are. Maybe you'll visit that place one day. The furthest you'd ever traveled was up to Strawberry, only because your parents live there, and down south was a complete mystery to you. You're aware of that place called Thieves Landing, and you dare not to travel south because you fear that everywhere else will be as chaotic as that place.

Your closest friend and co-worker, Belle, had told you that the land down south was actually quite nice. Well, the scenery was, but Armadillo was almost always riddled with some sort of plague, and the other town down there was completely abandoned. The name slips your mind, but it's no matter as you'll never head down there. She's been to Thieves Landing many times for gambling trips and has egged you on to come with her one day, but you worry that it'll be your unlucky day and you'll end up in some sort of mess, so better safe than sorry. Instead, Belle likes to play her games at the Blackwater Saloon whilst you mingle and relax. She's tried to teach you before but there are so many cards and so many rules. You've gone this far in your life without getting addicted to a fun way of losing money, and you're happy to continue living your life without it. And that's where you are now, sitting at one of the tables with Belle, having a rant about some customer you served today who has his own nose way too far up his ass. A few drinks have been shared between the two of you and you can tell from the way Belle keeps looking at the Blackjack table that she wants a game sooner or later. Blackjack was the only game you knew how to play, only because the dealer does all the work, though you'd still rather save your money, even if luck tended to be on your side and you'd exit the game with a small profit. "Shame I was in the back when it happened," Belle tells you after you've finished laying out what happened to her. "What would you have done? Barked at him?" you say with a laugh. "I would have!" Belle says proudly, then lets out a bark, a surprisingly realistic one that catches the attention of a suited man at the table next to you. He pulls an odd face but turns his attention away as the two of you laugh. The town knows by now that the pair of you are a little odd, but times are changing and women seem to be asserting themselves more and more every day. Just last week, you saw a woman dragging out her husband after she'd caught him chatting to a woman at the Saloon. Normally, men would step in and try to defend the husband, saying the woman clearly wasn't 'doing her job' as a wife. But a bunch of men had stepped in and told the man off for being unfaithful. You're welcome to this change, and although there's no man in your life right now, you hope that he'll be a kind and gentle soul. Well, you wouldn't marry anybody who isn't, though you'll always have that worry of marrying a man who lets himself go the second the wedding rings are on. Let's hope things are different for you. Belle snaps you out of your daydream as she perks up again. "Ugh," she says as she rolls her eyes. "Another cowboy. I thought they had died out. He must be a wannabe, though I'm unsure why anybody would want that life." You're about to ask who she's on about but your eyes drift over to the bar, fixating on the stranger leaning against it. He's tall with sun-kissed skin, his cheeks a little rosy as he's just walked in from the hot evening outside. For a cowboy, he's clearly got good hygiene, as his hair falls nicely against his shoulders, his facial hair is neatly trimmed, and his clothes are perfectly clean. Maybe he's just trying to look the part but is a little too soft for the lifestyle? Either way, he looks young, maybe around his early twenties. The way his brows naturally furrow brings a soft smile to your face, as he's clearly trying to look a bit tough but he's quite adorable instead. "I'll give him credit, he is handsome," you tell Belle as your eyes stay locked onto him. "He's probably the only handsome cowboy to ever exist then. They're all so dirty and smelly," Belle shakes her hair. She's clearly not had a proper look at him, though you're thankful as you're definitely calling dibs on this one. "He doesn't look it," you tell her, your eyes briefly flicking over to her. "He's only just walked in and you're already planning the wedding, aren't you?" Belle says with a laugh. Belle's laughter has caught his attention, as he looks over to your table, his eyes locking onto yours. You gulp and quickly look away, giving Belle a small kick under the table to stop her from laughing. "What?" Belle asks. "Your laughter's caught his attention," you tell her, your eyes wide and glued to her. Belle looks over at the bar and grins as she looks back at you. "My laughter may have caught his attention, but his eyes are definitely fixed on you, sugar," she chuckles. You can't help but peek over at him once more, instantly looking away as you realize that yes, he's staring directly at you. You see his head move and check again, letting out a sigh of relief as he's now turned his focus to the bartender as he orders a drink. "What perfect timing. There's finally a space at the Blackjack table, meaning you'll be left on your own, looking all pretty and available," Belle says with a chuckle as she stands. "Belle, don't do this," you sigh. "He's just a boy. This ain't the first time you've chatted up a stranger at the bar," Belle replies. "They were different! Well, this is different. He just seems... you know," you attempt to explain. "You've caught feelings already. I understand." You're about to jump on the defensive and say you haven't, but Belle cuts you off as she hands you some change. "How about you go get a drink for yourself and if things go south, get one for me too and use me as your escape route, alright?" A long sigh escapes your lips before you respond with "fine." You stand up also, Belle flashing you a smile before she turns and heads to the Blackjack table. As you walk over to the bar, you count through her change, checking to see how much she gave you but to also prevent your eyes from awkwardly catching the strangers. He's stood at one end at the bar, yourself at the other. The bartender serves you your drink and the leftover change is put into your pocket. After taking a sip of your drink, your look out the corner of your eye at the stranger, noting the way his head quickly turns. He was definitely staring at you again, but you're just as guilty as you're now staring at him. The sight of a pair of guns on his hips tells you that what Belle said was true, that he's definitely a cowboy, or whatever they now call themselves. The gunbelt he wears is worn down and you assume it's been passed down to him, meaning at least one of his parents lived the same lifestyle. "Something catch your eye, Miss?" somebody asks. You shake your head a little as your eyes trail up his body and oh shit, he's speaking to you. "What?" you blurt out, the panicked expression on your face making him softly laugh. "I said, has something caught your eye, Miss?" he asks again, a lot slower and clearer this time. You suddenly realize how awkward you must have looked, staring down at his gunbelt, though he may have thought you were staring at something else instead. "Oh, I was... admiring your gunbelt," you honestly tell him, though it sounds odd saying it out loud. "My gunbelt?" he double checks with you. "Yeah... it looks well worn," you tell him as if he doesn't already know. "It is. Was my Pa's," he tells you, his eyes briefly flicking down to the piece of equipment. "Was that really what you were staring at?" he asks you with a soft smile as he looks back up and draws his focus back to you. "Yes!" you say with a nod. "I promise." "Heh, sure," he laughs again. "I ain't ever had a woman check me out before," the stranger tells you as he bridges the gap on the bar, taking the few steps over to you and leaning against it. His body is turned mostly towards you, but his elbow rests on the bar top. He crosses one ankle over the other, his spurs clinking as they move, sending a shiver down your spine. You've heard many stories about true cowboys and you've seen the odd wannabe or bandit, but something felt authentic about this stranger. "I promise you, I wasn't being perverted," you explain. "I don't view checking somebody out as perverted. You're only admirin' them, no harm can come from that," he says with a shrug. "But I can see how flustered the thought is making you, so how's about I buy you a drink to settle your nerves?" the stranger offers. He adds on a "sweetheart" at the end, the sound of that petname coming from his voice draws you to him even more, and you find yourself agreeing to his offer in a heartbeat. He's polite when he orders, using his manners and checking with you on what you'd like. You finish up the drink you currently have as he pays for your next one. Either you didn't hear, or he snuck this in as you were occupied with downing your drink, but he orders a shot on the side. At least he ordered gin, as despite it still burning, it doesn't burn as much as whiskey does or leave that awful feeling in your throat. "Thank you," you say as he slides your drink over to you, followed by the shot. "May I know your name?" you ask him. "Marston. Jack Marston," he tells you as his attention focuses back on you, the bartender moving away to serve somebody else. "And yours?" "___," you tell him. "Pretty name for a pretty woman," he says with a smile as he picks up his shot. You can't help but shake your head a little at the cheesy comment, but you pick up your shot and clink it against his glass, both of you necking the burning liquid. There's that nasty feeling in your throat, trailing down and settling in your stomach. You lightly cough, placing the empty glass on the bar top and taking a well-needed sip of your drink. Jack doesn't seem phased, taking a much smaller sip of his drink and licking his lips, probably savoring the taste. "You alright?" he asks. "I don't often drink liquor neat," you explain, letting out a small cough and chugging some more of your drink. "I'll get the next round," you tell him, deciding that shots are definitely off the table. "We're doing rounds? I can't take money off you, sweetheart," Jack informs you. "But you can take drinks off me instead," you correct him. "Alright. If you insist," he says with a smile, shaking his head at you. "So," Jack begins after having another swig. "I noticed your friend went straight over to that Blackjack table. You not much of a gambler then?" he questions. "Oh, Belle? Yeah, she loves it. I just can't wrap my head around it, apart from Blackjack because I'm not doing any of the work," you shrug. "I could teach you sometime? Card games just kinda click without you even realisin'," Jack replies, shifting more of his weight against the bar as he relaxes against it. "She's tried to teach me so many times and I just can't figure it out," you say with a soft laugh. "She's tried to take me down to Thieves Landing many times, saying I'll definitely win there as apparently they're a bunch of morons, but I just don't trust a place with a name like that." "I don't blame you," Jack nods in agreement. "But the folk down there are nice, despite the name. It's more of a lawless place but the area has its own morals and codes." "I dunno," you drawl, nervously fiddling with your drink. "Trust me, it's alright. Maybe you'll head down there one day and bump into me," Jack tells you. "Do you visit it often?" "I'd say I'm a regular there, yeah. I tend to visit a lot of places down south," Jack replies before taking another sip of his drink, finishing the bourbon off. "What're they like?" you question. "I've only been up north to Strawberry as my parents live there." "I haven't been Strawberry since I was a kid..." Jack pauses. He's clearly having a flashback moment, though his attention quickly turns back to you. "Down south is alright. There's the occasional bandit that you bump into on the roads, but the town folk are kind." "Occasional bandit?" you question with a concerning laugh. "You make it sound so inviting." "Well, down there is 'uncivilized', or at least that's what rich folk describe it as," Jack explains. "And what would you say?" you question, finishing off the rest of your drink. "Me? I'd just say it's a different part of the land," he shrugs again as he gives the bartender a wave, who nods in return to indicate he'll be right over. Jack turns his attention back to you. "But if you ever want me to take you down there, I'll keep you safe," he says with a wink. "Ain't you a bit young to be tryna keep me safe? 'Specially from bandits?" you tease. "I may be young but I know how to work a gun," Jack informs you. "It's in my blood," he adds on. You're unsure on what exactly he means with that last comment, but you decide not to press into it. Thankfully, the bartender comes over to serve you and you buy the next round, without any shots this time. Your stomach has barely settled down from that gin, and your body feels sickly enough from being chatted up by this handsome stranger. The drinks go down quicker than you realize. Jack seems well-composed, though he's beginning to slur a few of his words and stumble whenever he excuses himself to the restroom. You, on the other hand, are struggling to keep yourself sober-looking. This stranger has scrambled your nerves and you've fallen into the liquor for comfort, and now you're having to deal with the outcome. You stumble back into the Saloon after taking a leak. Jack is still at the bar, leaning against it as he swirls the booze in his drink, fiddling with something to pass the time. Belle had found you moments ago to inform you that she was heading home, giving you a nudge and wink as she tells you that you look very happy with this handsome stranger and that she assumed you wouldn't be needed her back up plan. You'd said goodnight to her after insisting that you weren't just going to take this one home, that something about him feels different and you want to see where it takes you. Jack flashes you a smile as he notices you approaching, trying not to laugh as you narrowly miss stumbling into a stranger. "You alright?" Jack asks as you. You're about to reply that you're just fine, but as you go to lean against the bar, you stumble over your own feet and almost fall flat on your bum. Jack's reaction times are still immaculate, even whilst tipsy, as he manages to catch you before you can hit the floor. Your eyes lock onto his as you realize the pickle you've gotten yourself into, and both your expressions turn nervous once you notice how close your faces are. Jack helps pull you up to your feet, though an arm remains around your waist, your hand resting on his shoulder to keep yourself up. "I'm gonna take that as a 'no'," Jack tells you. "What? Oh! I'm fine, trust me. Just a little tipsy," you reassure him with an embarrassed laugh. "I think you mean 'drunk'," he says as he shakes his head. "Maybe I should get you home?" Jack suggests. "You don't have to walk me back," you tell him, but Jack quickly shakes his head and waves his hand, dismissing your claim. "Not only is it the right thing to do, but I doubt you'll make it home on your own," Jack comments, concerned for your safety, not just from strangers, but from the liquor in your system. "If you insist," you shrug, taking up his offer. "I very much do." Jack gently removes his arm from around your waist, only to offer you his arm instead. You link your arm through his, your other hand holding onto his upper arm as he walks you through the Saloon. As you exit the building, you notice your reflection in the large windows, and your stomach begins to spin at the sight. You quite like the look of yourself and this handsome young man, a curious duo but you fit together like two pieces of a very odd puzzle. Is it wrong to already take a liking to him? Especially when you only met him a few hours ago? You'd heard about 'love at first sight' and all those other cheesy terms from the books you read, but maybe they write about those things for a reason. You're snapped out of your daydream as Jack makes a clicking noise with his tongue. The sound of hooves clopping against the stone floor makes you snap your head over your shoulder, noticing that one of the horses that was hitched outside the front of the Saloon is now following closely behind. "I assume she's yours?" you ask him. "She is," Jack confirms as he leans his other hand out to loosely hold onto her reigns, leading his horse as well as leading you. "So, you don't live in town?" "I don't," Jack tells you. "I live on a ranch in the Great Plains," he informs you, tilting his head down slightly to look at you. "A ranch? That must be hard work," you let out a sigh. "It.. erm... Yeah, it can be. There ain't really many animals there anymore. It's hard to run a ranch by yourself," Jack replies and you notice the darkened tone to his voice. "I won't ask," you tell him, not wanting to pry into his private life. "I'll tell you about it someday," Jack tells you. He catches your eyes and gives you a smile, reassuring you that you haven't accidentally stumbled into anything too personal. "So, who's this lady then?" you comment as you peer over at his horse. "Oh, I just call her nag," he shrugs. "You haven't named her?" you say with a slight laugh. Maybe he'd only brought her recently, but from the way she's sticking beside him and loyally following, you assume otherwise. "Yeah. I ain't really sure why, I just haven't," he tells you. "Well, we've gotta name her!" "We?" Jack questions. "So, you want to see me again?" he says with a smirk and a flirtatious tone to his voice, making you softly laugh. "If you'll let me," you flirt back. "Of course I'll let you, sweetheart. How about I take you out some time?" Jack questions, coming to a halt outside your house. "I'd love that. You know, there's a nice Bistro in town that I've been wanting to try out. We could go there?" you suggest. Your arm slips from Jacks as you talk, standing in front of him instead. You can't help but reach out and gently stroke his mount's nose, picking up on how well-groomed she is. "Sure. When are you free?" Jack questions, watching you pet his horse. He can't help but smile at the sight, his nag warming up to you quickly. "Wednesday?" you suggest, giving you two days to mentally and physically prepare yourself. "Wednesday it is," Jack says with a nod, his eyes trailing back to yours. There's a slight pause as you move your attention back to Jack. You try not to smile too much but you can't help it; this handsome young stranger is making you feel a hundred things at once, but he seems the same, flashing you a smile in return. "Thank you for walking me home," you comment. "It's no problem. Now, you should get yourself inside before you stumble over something else," Jack teases, enjoying the way your cheeks turn red. "Alright," you say as you roll your eyes, walking up the steps to your porch. "Does 5 sound good? for Wednesday?" you ask as you turn back to him. "5 is good. I'll come by here," he says with a nod as he climbs up onto his nag, shuffling about in the saddle until he's uncomfortable. "Now go on, Miss. Get yourself to bed," Jack tells you. "I will. Goodnight, Jack," you say with a smile. "Goodnight, darlin'," Jack says as he tips his hat at you. He taps his spurs against his mount's stomach, his horse slowly trotting away. Jack's eyes remain on you until you enter your home, ensuring you're safe inside. Once inside, you lock the door and lean back against it, holding your chest like a cheesy girl who's fallen in love. You can't help but smile, though you think you're only swaying about because you're still tipsy, but who knows? You get ready for bed, Jack staying on your mind the whole time. It's incredible how one person has made you feel this way in such a short amount of time, though the nerves of your date have already begun to sink in. Hopefully, the date will be just as good as tonight, maybe even better. But you have tomorrow's shift to get through first.

[a-dorin]

consequences - poe dameron

word count: 1,609

warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of sex, arguing

a/n: this is a sequel to another poe fic i did a while ago! the first part is linked below! :))

the bet

summary: finn comes to you, bearing bad news. and you confront poe, forcing him to face the consequences of his actions. 

“i did it,” poe confronted rey, his voice hushed, “i won the bet. now where’s your money?”

rey raised an inquisitive brow, “when did it happen?”

“after her shift,” poe shrugged, narrowing his eyes, “why does that matter? i fucked her, and i won, fair and square.”

“you actually went through with it?” rey gasped, widening her eyes, “poe, we were so drunk that night. i wasn’t that serious about it.”

“rey,” poe clenched his jaw, “you know how i am when it comes to bets.”

“i am well aware,” rey snorted, “i’ll pay you tomorrow, after we get paid. however, you didn’t quite meet the requirements of the wager.”

“oh come on!” poe rolled his eyes, “we didn’t end up dating, but i did the other part. don’t back out of  this now, rey.”

rey tensed, “but (y/n) is your best friend, and you did that to her. i don’t even know if i want to give you the money. how does half sound? i need some for my upcoming mission.” 

“half is fine,” the pilot sighed, giving in, “i’ll meet you here, tomorrow.”

“you have a deal,” rey nodded, shaking poe’s outstretched hand. 

*******

you sat in the infirmary office, typing away at more paperwork. this was the third day in a row you were assigned this task, and you were well over it. the clicking of the keyboard was driving you insane. and to top it off, your coworkers were teasing you relentlessly, as they were blessed enough to actually work with patients. 

someone knocked in the doorway, and you glanced up, noticing it was finn, one of your close friends. a look of concern painted his features, “can i talk to you about something?”

your heart dropped to your stomach, but you nodded painfully, “yeah, of course. what’s up?”

finn sat in a chair next to the desk, drawing in a deep sigh, “i don’t know how to tell you this but-”

“but.”

“rey and poe made a bet one night when we were drunk,” the words tumbled out of finn’s mouth, “we were all drunk playing cards one night.”

anxiety began to intrude your thoughts, making your head buzz, “finn, what was the bet?”

finn drew in another breath, as if he was looking for the correct way to answer your question, “um, uh, it was something along the lines of getting poe to have sex with you.” 

already, you could tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, “oh.”

“are you gonna be okay?” finn’s voice was soft.

“why didn’t you stop it? why didn’t any of you tell me?” the questions fired from your mouth. 

“i wasn’t a part of it,” guilt was the only emotion displayed on finn’s face, “chewie and i weren’t even sure if the bet was real. rey was so so so drunk, and so was poe. i’m surprised they even remembered it the next day. i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want to mess up my friendship with rey. i hate when she gets mad at me.”

“yet none of you stopped to consider my feelings?” you were beyond hurt. four of your closest friends had gone behind your back, hiding a huge secret. now, tears spilled down your hot cheeks as you sobbed. 

finn placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing it, “i understand if you’re mad at me, but i just wanted to come clean to you because i hated keeping it from you. it’s not fair to you at all.”

you managed to muster a smile, “i appreciate it, finn. i would have rather heard about it sooner than later. since you were honest, i’ll forgive you. besides, you weren’t even involved in it, really.”

god, you were so angry at rey. however, the thought of poe at the moment infuriated you. how could he have been so fucking stupid? how could he have stooped that low? 

without thinking, you got up from your chair, leaving the office. with fresh tears running down your cheeks, you marched to the hangers, where you knew poe would be. eventually, you found him in the crowd of orange and white, walking right up to him. 

poe spotted you, noticing the tears streaming down your face. there was nothing but pure anger in your eyes as you approached him. poe swallowed. he figured someone told you. now, he had to own up to his mistake. in front of all his coworkers. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, your voice raised. aliens and people stared as you stood face to face with the man who you were in love with. 

“who told you?” poe’s eyes narrowed.

“that should not fucking matter,” more and more tears fell, “you’re a fucking prick. that’s what you are.” 

“can we take this somewhere else?” he didn’t move a muscle, trying so desperately to remain calm. now, a larger crowd was gathering between the two of you. 

snapping out of your anger, you realized there were too many people around. maybe this wasn’t the route to take, but you were just so fucking hurt. you wanted poe to know that. you wanted him to own up to his mistakes. you wanted him to apologize. 

“we can,” you gave in, following poe as he walked away. 

he lead you to small maintenance closet in an empty corridor, where the two of you wouldn’t be noticed. the less people saw your spat, the better. poe cleared his throat, trying to break your silence. 

“did rey tell you?”

“no,” you mumbled, wiping away your tears with your sleeve, “finn told me all about that fucking bet. how could you, poe?”

“you know how i am when it comes to gambling (y/n). you know how addicted i am to the-”

“don’t you even fucking bring your stupid gambling addiction into this,” your eyes met his, “you fucking had sex with me for money, poe. i’m your best friend, the one person closest to you, and you threw all of that away for some lousy coins.”

“it wasn’t just the money and you know that,” poe argued, anger lacing his tone. although you were getting him riled up, he couldn’t bring himself to yell at you. he just couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“what else was it then besides ‘the money’? am i just a body to you? was i some challenge that you conquested?” you challenged. 

poe’s tough exterior crumbled, and you couldn’t help but notice the tears in his eyes, “i love you, (y/n). i’m in love with you, and i didn’t know how to tell you.”

you swallowed, feeling some of your hurt dissolve. this was the second time in your relationship with poe that you had ever seen him cry. the first was a long time ago, when the news of han solo’s death, along with other resistance fighters, came. now, it was in front of you. his eyes were tinged red, a frown on his face. he was defeated, tired of hurting you. 

“i love you too, poe,” slowly, you took a step towards him, reaching up to touch his face. 

he allowed it, your hand cupping his cheek. your thumb traced his cheekbone, and he crumpled in your arms, crying, “i can’t lose you (y/n), i really can’t.”

“you’re not going to,” you wrapped your arms around his frame, “i’m not going anywhere, poe dameron. i’m right here.”

“i can’t make any more excuses for my actions that night,” his voice was muffled by your clothes, “i just thought that maybe there was a possibility we could get together after what we did. i thought that maybe there was something unspoken between the two of us. i fucked up. i really fucked up. and i don’t know how to make this any better or help you forgive me. god, i felt so guilty (y/n). i felt so guilty after. i wanted to tell you.” 

“why didn’t you?”

“i love you more than anything,” he looked at you, “i love you so fucking much and i didn’t want to hurt you.”

“honesty is the best policy, poe,” you joked, wiping away the tears on his cheeks. 

“i know,” he murmured, “i know it is.”

you sucked in a breath, “we really need to get you out of that gambling addiction.”

“i’m not making any more bets,” his eyes were sincere, “i mean that. do you forgive me?”

“it’s going to take some time,” the answer was honest, “but i do want to be with you poe. i do love you.”

relief flooded poe’s face, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

“do you want to come with me to my room?” you inquired. 

poe didn’t even have to answer, as you knew it would be yes. you took his hand, leading him back to your own room. the two of you walked through the base, not saying a word. however, you were content, as your hand was in his. when you arrived at your quarters, you changed clothes, poe perking up as you did so. 

you laid on your bed, patting the mattress. poe grinned, laying next to you. he placed his head on your chest, the tears finally faded away. you ran your fingers through his dark hair, kissing the top of his head. poe’s hand dipped under your shirt, tracing your skin on your stomach. 

slowly, poe drifted off to sleep, holding you tightly. as soon as he was asleep, you felt exhaustion creep over you. eventually, you were sleeping as well. 

things weren’t completely okay, but at least it was a start. 

[pinkbutterfly84]

QUINTIS Fanfic based after Djibouti Calls

Happy sat at her workbench messing around with a security camera Walt wanted putting outside the garage. Her mind wasn't really on what she was doing she had one eye on Toby who was at his desk with his feet up reading between 2 books, she always admired his ability to read 2 simultaneous books and retain all what he read. She was thinking back to his escapades earlier in the day with Cabe and yesterday with Ralph and the dares he was doing. When she confronted him he said it was an adrenaline rush he needed as he used to get that when gambling.

This concerned Happy, she couldn't get the thought out her head that she wasn't enough for him, that his need to gamble and feel that rush would come back, and she would have no choice but to end things however painful it may be, it would bound to be less painful than living with the fear of Toby Gambling.

As she was deep in thought she heard Tim ndd Paige leaving together and talking about going yo Kavalskis. Happy knew Walter was upstairs and she heard Sly leave either Cabe just before Paige so now it was just her and Toby in the garage.

Happy decieded to go speak to Toby, she had promised both Toby and herself to try and be more open and communicative.

Hey Doc, you fancy sitting on the couch with me?

Toby looked up and moved his feet off the desk

Of course darling, may I ask why the need to be close to me other then the ususl romantic reasons?

Don't ruin just get over here!

Happy said as she sat down on the couch. Toby came and sat next to Happy putting his 1 arm around her shoulders moving her legs across his lap.

Something on your mind?

Happy sat there quiet for a minute or so, Toby knew she wanted to talk and whatever it was, wasn't easy for her.

Earlier you said you were doing the dares Cabe set you because you needed the adrenaline rush, I kissed you and you said you got enough of a rush from that, that you wouldn't need to do anymore dares. Well what happens if you stop feeling the rush when your with me and you start gsmbling again?

Hap listen I love you, I'm never going to break my promise to you and risk gambling again, what we have i never want to lose. I will admit since I stopped gambling I've felt on edge and that only goes away when I'm with you, but I can't expect you to be with me 24/7 so I thought would try different things to try and help like the Scorpion Olympics and the dares.

What you need to know Hap is im an addict, that's not easy to say but like a Alcoholic going cold turkey its hard but your worth it and I don't want to let you or myself down.

I get it Doc and maybe I haven't supported you enough I thought you would just stop placing bets and that would be the end of it. I'm sorry I promise to help you more just tell me how?

Toby looked cheekily at Happy and pulled her close

You know what the best distraction is?

Toby said as he leaned down and pulled her in for a deep kiss, Happy's arms automatically went round his neck and played with the ends of his hairs as Toby's hands scooped her up so Happy was on his lap. They kissed like that completely oblivious to there surroundings and even Walt coming half way down the stairs before quietly retreating back.

Happy eventually slowed Toby down and withdraw from kissing him put her forehead gently resting on his.

Seriously Doc how can I help?

OK you promise not to laugh, I'm OK at work and during the day we are so busy I don't get time to think about anything let alone gambling but after work is hard but I read a study that said DIY is good for focusing the brain on something else, so I'm in the middle of repainting my bedroom if you fancy a painting party?

Are you serious Doc, painting?

Yep I read that when you concentrate on painting or DIY it uses the same part of your brain as gambling so the need to gamble decreases.

OK you know the brain better then anyone, painting I can do but no covering my clothes in paint just to see me naked!

Can't make any promises on that one Hap. Thank you this is something I really want to achieve and having you by my side makes it easier somehow.

Anytime Doc, come on let's get out of here, grab a pizza and an extra psint brush on the way home.

Great give me 2 minutes to grab my stuff.

Happy stayed and watched Toby go and mess about at his desk, he was a pain in the arse most of the time but he loved her and she knew she loved him not that she was ready to say it yet. He was gaining her trust everyday and this was a huge step for him she just needed to see him get past this stage of needing the distraction from gambling to really open herself up. Then she would know they really could have a future together but for now she was just happy he was determined to overcome his issues.

[tewqut]

After One Night- One shot

Summary: Marinette catches her fiancé Adrien Agreste cheating on her with one of her models in their own bed. She runs away crying towards a certain man. She needed him and he gave her everything he could have offered even if it was only for one night. He leaves for tour and comes back to find a new person.

~~~~~~~~~~

He groaned as he felt his climax coming, however that didn’t stop him from thrusting inside and out of the small woman underneath him. He had promised to make her feel loved again and that was what he was aiming for. He started kissing her neck and sucked on her sweet spot leaving a hickey as one of his hand found its way to gently message Marinette’s left breast.

Her loud moans and gasps were proof that he was doing a good job, maybe even better than what her cheating fiancé did to her. When he placed his forehead against hers, she found herself pushing his hair out of his sweaty face gently which caused him to look into her bluebell eyes. She quickly pressed her lips against his as he fastened his pace and cummed inside of her followed by her own orgasm. He rolled off of her, falling next to her side.

He glanced towards her, fearing that she might be regretting their actions. However she kissed him and thanked him for an amazing night. When she rolled toward the end of the bed, Luka decided to risk it and grabbed her wrist before she stood up.

“Please stay, at least for the night.” She nodded and curled next to Luka’s body. They ended up falling asleep together with her head resting on his chest as he hugged her.

When he woke up, she was gone. No trace of her ever being there except of their scent combined.

Next time he saw her, she was again with Adrien Agreste in a fashion show where he was performing with his father. He knew it shouldn’t have bothered him, she never said she was going to leave Adrien for him. In the end, she still loved Adrien, not him.

On his last day before going on a world tour for 3 years with his father Jagged Stone, his friends threw him a departing party and wished him good luck. He saw Marinette alone at the end of the boat, her fingers rapidly typing on her phone before letting a frustrated sigh.

He knew he probably shouldn’t have, but he did either way and went up to her.

“Hey Ma-ma-Marinette.” She let out a squeal of fright before she faced him.

“You scared me, Luka.” She hadn’t talked to him since that night which was 2 weeks ago. After that night, she felt something inside of her spark for the man, but she was engaged to the other man everyone expected her to marry including herself.

“Sorry.” He gave her a sheepish smile that made her heart beat twice it’s regular pace “Where’s Adrien?”

She had forgotten about Adrien. She wasn’t going to lie to herself, she knew he was probably balls deep inside another one of his co-models. That’s what he always did and yet the whole universe kept telling her that she was destined to be with him.

“He’s running a little late.” Luka just nodded looking down. Of course he knew, she had told him and slept with him the first time she caught Adrien cheating on her. “You know, photoshoots take forever.” She faked a laugh even a six year old could tell.

Instead of him saying something about her lie, he just goes with it. “Yeah, it’s sucks.”

They stay there for a couple of minutes before her phone started ringing. She answered quickly. “Where are you?” Her voice was strict even Luka felt like he was in trouble.

“I know you have a busy sche-” she was cut off by the voice on the other side of the line

“Yes, I’m listening to you.” She looked at Luka while she was listening to what he presumed was Adrien.

A minute passed before she spoke again. “Okay fine. I’ll be home in 15 minutes.” She was letting Adrien know to get his side chick out of their apartment before she got there.

Once she hung up, she started putting her jacket on. “I’m sorry Luka. Adrien just got home and he’s tired, he said he wishes you good luck and congratulates you.” She lied again “I better get going.”

She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before heading inside the boat to say goodbye to her friends.

She waved him goodbye as she got inside a car driven by the same bodyguard that used to creep him back in his teen days.

That was the last time he saw her before he left.

During his third week on tour, he saw a magazine where the front cover was Adrien and Marinette having picked out a date for their wedding. The Fashion Wedding as the media called it. That’s when he figured he needed to forget about her to avoid feeling the pain. He deleted his social media to avoid seeing her, however he kept his number in case she wanted someone to talk to.

She never called.

On his eight month away, he had managed to release his very first song as a solo artist without his father’s help. His song was dedicated for her, no matter how much he tried, the bluenette was in his head at all time.

When he performed for the first time his song in a huge concert, he felt like on top of the world, like he had excitement running through his veins. That night, on December 25, changed his life completely. He wasn’t known anymore as Jagged Stone’s son, but as Luka Couffaine.

Everyone from Paris called him to congratulate him on his song but none of them were her. He didn’t even bothered to ask for her since he knew she was getting married next year.

On his first year and a half on tour, he was more famous than his father and had collaborated with some of his favorite artists. His father had dragged him to one of the fashion shows in New York they were invited to. During the first hour, he was bored to the core, sure he liked some of the clothes, but none of them caught his attention. He was ready to leave and go home when suddenly a piece of clothing caught his attention, a beautiful black leather jacket with pink flowers trailing on the arm. He recognized the design. The man modeling it did a good job showing off her hard work.

“Next piece is by the one and only Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” The host said confirming his suspicion. He looked around, seeing multiple people clapping and the flashes blinding him. He couldn’t see her.

He expected her to stand up like all the designers did when they presented their work, but she never did. She didn’t come.

After the show, he went backstage to find the person who brought the piece and found a woman who claimed to be Marinette’s representative. Some millionaire man had tried to buy the jacket for twenty million dollars, more than what he could have offered, but the woman turned it down saying it was off limits. He left without a doubt, knowing it was probably for Adrien.

On his second year on tour, his father hit rock bottom. He wasn’t aware of his father’s addiction to gambling. There was no money to continue the tour and if it was canceled, Jagged Stone’s career would have been over along with his.

He started dating Chloé Bourgeois the next month. Mayor Bourgeois agreed to give them a check for the tour if and only if Luka agreed to date his daughter to promote her career as an actress. He would’ve been okay to leave the fame and go back home to being a delivery boy, but this was Jagged Stone’s life and passion, he couldn’t do that to his father.

Every time he kissed Chloé, he thought of Marinette’s lips and that’s what kept him from going insane. Seemed to work since every magazine portrayed their kiss as a loving one. He wasn’t going to lie, Chloé was an amazing woman, she changed from her teenage years. However, his guitar played only for the woman in Paris. Marinette.

At his last concert, he sang his whole album and was mostly about him than Jagged Stone. He really had grown. Three years really did a good thing for him, he had gained more muscles, he had an arm sleeve tattoo, he had a stubble beard and his hair was shorter, he had a messy hairstyle with his unique dyed teal blue tips.

Chloé and him were best friends now, he learned that she was seeing someone in Paris and she wanted to quit their fake relationship once the tour was done because she was pregnant.

He looked relieved when he saw Paris outside of the plane window, he was finally home after three years. Chloé had arrived earlier than him since she wanted to see her real boyfriend and tell him the news of her pregnancy.

He couldn’t wait to get on his bed and finally get some peace away from the press.

Once he stepped onto the boat, he almost jumped off The Liberty as all his friends ran towards him, crushing him into a big group hug.

“Dude, you’re going to be a father.” Nino exclaimed as Luka looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You ready for diapers change? Aw man I feel bad for you, in a good way.” Kim continued.

“What’s going to be its name? Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Alya asked with a serious expression, a disappointed one.

He looked at Chloé who was sighing as she looked down. He was ready to answer and tell them that he wasn’t going to be a father, that all of this was just a show, when he saw her.

She was staring at him from afar. She was still as beautiful as the last time he saw her get inside her car. Her hair was down and wavy, she had a beautiful classic small pink dress. She still looked perfect to him, but something was off. He realized she was staring at him with a hurt expression.

She also realized that he was staring back at her so she decided to head down below deck, away from the crowd.

It seemed like his feet took control over their own because he started walking towards her direction. He saw her sitting on the couch in the living room with her hands on her face. With no hesitation he tapped her shoulder. She looked up and smiled sadly at him.

“Hi Luka.” He forgot how her voice sounded like an angel.

“Hey Mrs. Agreste.” He remembered she was already married to the model.

She gave him a sheepishly smile before looking at the direction of his bedroom then back at him. “It’s just Dupain-Cheng.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What happened?”

Before she got a chance of answering, a small boy came running out of his bedroom.

“Mommy!” He yelled excitedly before giving Marinette a warming hug. “I saw magic, mommy! Tikki wet to wall and whoosh, she gone.” His eyes widen as he explained what he saw.

Luka was surprised, Marinette is a mother or that’s at least what the little boy called her. Marinette giggled as she heard her son’s story, but then she started laughing at Luka’s face of shock. His eyes were wide open as was his mouth.

“Is he your-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Thankfully, Marinette caught on to what he was trying to say. “Yes, he is.”

He looked carefully at the boy who was now facing him. He looked beautiful like his mother.

“Say ‘Hello Luka’ and shake his hand.” Marinette ordered the boy.

Instead of shaking his hand, the boy ran towards him and wrapped his tiny arms around Luka’s leg. “Hello Luka.”

How someone like Adrien had created such a beautiful angel was beyond his knowledge. After a few seconds of admiring the young boy, he noticed the little boy didn’t have blonde hair like Adrien, but a darker shade of blue than his mother’s yet lighter than black hair. This boy didn’t have mint eyes like Adrien and bluebell eyes like Marinette, but light aqua blue ones like his own.

He kept looking at him as he saw the boy’s facial features. This boy looked like he was 2-3 years old which was the time Marinette and him had slept together. Luka tilted his head to the left in confusion as the younger boy copied his exact move and giggled.

“Marinette?” He looked at her as she went over to them and grabbed the young boy.

She picked him up and looked at Luka. “We have to go.” She was paler than usual. “Anyways, I’m happy for you and Chloé’s pregnancy. You deserve to be happy. Say goodbye, Lyric.”

The little boy waved his hand. “Bye bye.”

He saw her go yet he couldn’t move. He saw the little red Kwami follow them after she said goodbye to him. He turned around and went into his bedroom only to be shocked at how different his room was compared to how he left it.

There was a toddler bed next to his bed. There were toys and stuffed animals lying on the floor and multiple books for children on his shelf. He bend over to reach for two specific toys, the Viperion and the Ladybug action figures. He looked over to the side and saw multiple drawings.

He had the biggest smile when he spotted one of them. It was a drawing of what he assumed was Viperion, holding the little boy’s hand while he held Marinette’s hand on the other side. He was amazed by the boy’s art skills, but then again the boy’s mother was a famous designer.

“Lyric.” For the first time, he had said the boy’s name. He loved saying it and he wished it wouldn’t be the last time he would say his name.

His son’s name.

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Y’all I finally published my first Lukanette one shot and I’m so happy! Anyways, I’m also happy to introduce my Lukanette son, Lyric Couffaine Dupain-Cheng.

You can find this one shot in AO3 too (After one night/Tewqut). Thank you Lukanette fandom, this one is for all you people.

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Happy Secret Santa @autumnxsunflower ! I was your secret santa ! I used your wonderful Killua and Gon through the years prompt and came up with this little fic :) I hope you enjoy it! Also I'll post it on ao3 for easier access when I am back at home where my computer is 😅 thank you for the wonderful prompt and thank you

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It hadn't been quite six months before Gon and Killua reunited. It seemed to Alluka there was a magnetic force pulling the two boys together. Nanika called her a romantic but couldn't offer another solution. Gon saw Killua first, and even though Killua had relaxed a bit since the siblings had taken off there was no way he wouldn't notice someone staring. Though the moment he saw Gon his shoulders relaxed a little and his face heated faster than Killua would like to admit. The boys both smiled something soft and warm before Gon launched himself at the duo.

"Killua! Alluka! What are you doing here?!" He was practically vibrating with the need to reach out and hug them but something behind his eyes held him back. 

"Hey Gon. We're headed out to a forest Alluka heard about a little while ago. It's supposed to have the biggest Marigolds in the world." Killua smirked, practically oozing adoration. 

"Ask him to come." Killua begged himself.

"Oh wow! That sounds cool!" Gon grinned.

"Ask me to come." Gon telepathically begged Killua. 

"Hey brother can we get lunch with Gon before our ride?" Alluka pulled at Killuas sleeve a bit staring up at him with her biggest puppy eyes. Killua pat her head, how could he say no to her?

"If Gon wants to sure." He looked expectantly up at Gon who was melting at the siblings interaction. How could Gon say no to Alluka's puppy eyes she was giving him, plus he hadn't seem Killua since he left to travel with his dad.

Alluka grabbed Killua's hand pulling him towards a restaurant starting in on what the two would do when the got to the Magnolia forest. As he was pulled away Killua reached and snagged Gon's hand pulling him behind. Gon latched onto Killua drawing Killua's eyes behind him. Gon gave Killua a sweet smile closing tear rimmed eyes. He quickly rubbed the little wet spots as soon as Killua turned away. There was no where he'd rather be than holding hands with Killua.

It seemed like every six months or so Gon and Killua would run into each other. They would exchange stories for a bit before Killua and Alluka would leave and Gon would continue to meander around. It had taken a solid year before Gon realized his dad sending him on solo missions over and over again was just his way of asking Gon to leave. But even after that heartbreak hearing Killua ask him to sit down and eat with them even if it only lasted for a few hours felt like instant relief. Although it took Gon a lot longer than a year to realize Killua was really asking him to stay.

Killua was strolling towards the baggage claim when he was overwhelmed by first someone watching him, then someone shouting his name, and lastly two huge arms crushing his sides and picking him up. Well into his late teens and five eleven Killua was no longer casually picked up or hugged by any of his acquaintances. But one of his friends had no boundaries and would recklessly toss about people like this.

"Gon! What the fuck!"  Killua wiggled out of Gons arms failing to hide a brilliant smile or the fact that his hands rested on the teens shoulders a little too long. Gon released him only to casually grab Killua's hands. 

"Killua! What are you doing here?" Gon motioned to the currently desolate airport. He held on tight to Killua's hands. He had missed the coolness of Killua's skin. Well to be perfectly honest he had missed all of Killua but in moments like these he only remembered the details that he had been craving. The shine in Killua's eyes when he had been up to trouble, the static that clung to his hair and fingertips, and the way Killua chewed his bottom lip when he was trying to hold back words. Gon rubbed his thumb over the back of Killua's hand. Killua flushed a bit on the tips of his cheeks and ears.

"I uh- I actually came here looking for you." He looked at the ground then peered up into Gon's eyes. Gon stilled.

"Really?" Gon choked out. Killua stood a little taller and gave him a soft sort of smirk that Gon swore he could get addicted to.

"Yeah really." Killua pulled him into a hug burying his nose into the soft spot where Gons neck met his shoulders. Gon pulled Killua in practically crushing him. Both on the verge of tears standing in the airport in the middle of the edge of nowhere just holding each other. Promising themselves to never let go.

Leorio and Kurapika were going to owe Alluka so much money. Normally Leorio would have warned her not to gamble but when Killua showed up to the annual Christmas party with Gon a wager had to be placed. Somehow the extra touches, the playful banter followed by soft looks, and when Gon jokingly chased Killua around the apartment holding out the mistletoe Kurapika had set up both boys flushed from more than just the run. Somehow Leorio and Kurapika both had interpreted this to be on a scale of best friends - maybe crush. But they hadn't been there for the past years. They hadn't seen the light touch as they passed walking after dinner, or the one time they had seen Gon only a week later and how even though he claimed it was no big deal Gon had ditched a meeting with his dad to come over and play video games at the siblings hotel room the entire night. And how the next morning Alluka found the two in Killua's bed tangled legs and Killua's head next to Gons heart. Just to make sure he was still there. There had been too much for Alluka to not have laid down a wager when Leorio had bet that in four years the two would date much less when Kurapika had said he thought it would take six years. 

Of course Nanika had always called her a romantic. As did Zushi when she had first started training with Wing-san over a year and a half ago. And well as right as they were it really didn't matter when less then a year after the Christmas party Killua had announced unexpectedly over lunch to the whole group that he and Gon had started dating. As red as the two were Alluka and Nanika thought it was even funnier when they started sputtering and talking over each other when Leorio and Kurapika both handed Alluka a bundle of cash.

Leorio loved Alluka like no one else but when she informed him that she had used the money she had won over five years ago from him and Kurapika to buy her wedding gift he really was tempted to tell Zushi what kind of horrible little devil he was dating. Although the GPS leading to a treasure hunt was really a brilliant gift for Gon and Killua. And really how could anyone be mad with a wedding as beautiful as this? Leorio hummed to himself gazing up to the canopy of leaves covered in pure white butterflies perched on each leaf. Gon had explained to him, when it was Killuas turn to walk down the aisle Gon would give the signal and the butterflies would fly up creating some sort of effect… okay so Leorio couldn't really follow all he really got was it was going to look magnificent and Killua wasn't supposed to know. Leorio turned and looked over his shoulder, behind the last two rows were boxes leaking little clouds of mist. Killua had impatiently explained that he had captured a type of cloud you can walk on and that when Gon walked down the aisle he would release them and you know. Killua had gotten comically redder explaining before he had snapped and said Leorio only need to understand two things; it was going to look beautiful and Gon wasn't supposed to know. Leorio made his way to his seat rolling his eyes at the two. Kurapikas voice interrupted his thoughts. 

"What's so funny?" Leorio startled and reddened. He hadn't expected to see Kurapika here. He looked at his seat assignment. Right seat. He was going to kill those boys.

"Oh nothing just lamenting our loss of cash to a certain Zoldyck." Kurapika laughed. God Leorio could get drunk off that laugh.

"Killua!" Gon kissed his cheek running a hand through white tangles. Hoping to get him up and out of bed.

"Absolutely not. I refuse to get up especially after the thing with the Dragon yesterday. " Killua mumbled into his pillow. Gon frowned a bit pulling back before diving back in and biting his ear gently. 

"Ah! Gon!" Killua waved him off blearily. 

"Please Killua! I'm so bored and I miss you." Gon pouted face in his hands. Killua sighed rolling over to peer through sleepy eyes at his husband. 

"We're literally married and I've been here all night what about you?" Gon rolled his eyes.

"I was here too! But we were sleeping and I miss awake you!" Killua chuckled. He opened his arms inviting Gon to snuggle in. Gon slide into the gap and quickly wrapped his whole self around Killua taking a deep inhale. Killua slowly ran his hand through Gon's hair pulling him into a state of almost sleep. It was Saturday morning and with no commitments Killua was determined to stay in bed all day. What better way to spend your four year anniversary?

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I posted 253 times in 2022

That's 253 more posts than 2021!

214 posts created (85%)

39 posts reblogged (15%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@newtness532

@lilisouless

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I tagged 228 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#six of crows - 143 posts

#crooked kingdom - 132 posts

#jesper fahey - 116 posts

#wylan van eck - 112 posts

#wesper - 109 posts

#six of crows jesper - 103 posts

#jesper x wylan - 102 posts

#jesper my beloved - 101 posts

#wylan my beloved - 100 posts

#soc jesper - 99 posts

Longest Tag: 86 characters

#you know he's addicted to gambling so saying this kiss is better is a huge deal indeed

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

wylan had too little pov chapters in the whole duology. I will die on this hill.

1,513 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#4

THIS IS WYLANS LAST WRITTEN DIALOGUE ASKSHDYDBDGJCSF

1,764 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#3

we don’t talk enough about how much of a dick jan van eck is.

He’s a fucking terrible father.

He’s a predator. (Alys is only a few years older than Wylan, making her about 18 or 19 and jan is like 45 or something)

HE KIDNAPPED INEJ (enough said)

He tried to outsmart kaz, which signifies he’s an idiot

there’s probably more but I can’t think of anymore

1,776 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#2

made this

2,264 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

me when reading about kaz at the start of soc: crime lord, makes my self confidence low because he is literally running a gambling parlour and he's not old enough to vote, smart, scary

me at the end of crooked kingdom : haha simp

2,468 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[vaguely-concerned]

I am reading the Rogue One visual guide and I’m going to ramble at you about it

Starting with Baze and Chirrut facts because nothing is more important than Baze and Chirrut

- The Guardians of the Whills believe very deeply in the Force but their cosmology doesn’t center any fight between light and dark and they believe mortal minds can ‘encompass the totality of the Force’ with the right training (seemingly even for non-Force sensitives). *thinks of a little green baby who’s going to need some help with his place in the universe one day and how reductive the light/dark side dichotomy can be* good to know good to know. yes everything eventually comes down to baby yoda and his poor stressed out dad. protect them

- “Opposites in balance. Chirrut Îmwe and Baze Malbus share a homeworld and a history, although they strike a compelling contrast. Baze is a hardened pragmatist, while Chirrut’s faith flourishes even in trying times. They both claim to act as the protector of the other.” 

in every way they are #goals. bffs/partners to lovers is Everything. ‘They both claim to act as the protector of the other’ is very funny and very sweet and very true; my favourite thing

- this book describes chirrut as baze’s ‘best friend and moral compass’, which is a funny way of spelling ‘husband of 30 years’ but who am I to criticize 

- baze is just. he’s so good. they say here pragmatism is his biggest trait but you can tell how much love has been at the center of him (and probably continues to be under it all) from the totality of his rage. I don’t think you can be this deeply hurt without loving just as deeply first. (like chirrut says, he used to believe more than anyone and now he’s thrown aside literally everything about the guardians except chirrut) it’s like he’s suffered a moral wound just seeing what’s happened to his home and it won’t heal and it never does, he just loses chirrut too and then at least it’s over. jesus christ it’s so soul crushingly sad in a quiet undramatic way 

- “Though both are Guardians of the Whills, Baze and Chirrut could not be more different in their approach to combat. Traditionalist Chirrut still carries weapons associated with the ancient order, while Baze adopts an implement of modern warfare. Their methods suit them individually, and both are effective extensions of their distinctive personalities. Though Baze may chide Chirrut for his antiques, and Chirrut may decry Baze’s reliance on soulless tools, they trust each other’s defences to such weapons.”

THEY TRUST EACH OTHER’S DEFENCES TO SUCH WEAPONS. YOU HAD TO WORD IT LIKE THAT HUH. YOU HAD TO GO AND MAKE IT CLEAR THEY’RE EACH OTHER’S MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD. WHAT. THE FUCK

- it’s implied baze’s hair used to be shorter when he was a Guardian! he’s just let it grow past what’s customary for them (and an excellent choice too his hair is wonderful)

- his repeating blaster is described as ‘modified and highly illegal’ hahaha

it also weighs 30 kg and is meant to be mounted on a tank

baze is the best

- chirrut built his own lightbow! apparently used to be a thing the guardians did to symbolize the end of their training. I wonder if baze used to have one too? even more I wonder if they’ve always been part of the same uh ‘divisions’ or what have you within the guardians, because I think there are some implications that baze has been more of an assassin/focused on violent conflicts even before the empire came and chirrut hasn’t

- this book does not adequately capture chirrut’s trickster/funny side, making me wonder how much of that was an addition by the actor and how much was planned out

- honestly... more baze & chirrut (well baze/chirrut let’s not play here) prequel books WHEN. what does their living room look like (because we do know they live together) how did they meet, when exactly did baze lose his faith and chirrut his sight, what was their first kiss like 

inquiring minds want to know (it’s me I want to know) 

- unless the wording is deliberately misleading here chirrut was not born blind (though he won’t discuss how he ended up this way) and he’s learned his current fighting technique over a prolonged period of time 

- bodhi is a bit of a gambling addict! and specifically one who’s pretty good at it; even after the empire knows he’s a defector he gets past their restrictions because he’s saved up all the credits/favours/even id-vouchers he’s owed by other imperial grunts fsdhfksdjf precious I love him 

- saw gerrera’s medical droid a) has been modified so its programming won’t stop it from being able to dispense drugs at dangerous intervals, b) professes sheer bafflement that saw is still alive and c) is ‘frequently deactivated to prevent it from building an ethical case to discontinue treatment’. I find the whole thing darkly hilarious.  

- there are literally whole subplots going on in the crowd scenes on Jedha about a mad evil surgeon who ‘decraniates’ people (essentially turning them into mindless servile husks with all of their head above the nose cut off, somehow), a masked cop from the Milvayne Authority who’s gone rogue to do the right thing and hunt him down against orders, a death cult, a bunch of different religious sects, a translation droid who has befriended a group of local orphans and shares his credits with them so they can eat and he’s SAVING UP FOR A PROCESSOR UPGRADE SO HE CAN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE NATURE OF SPIRITUALITY ;_____; what the fuck I want a tv-series about this droid IMMEDIATELY 

- this book shows you just how crucial K-2 is as an asset and what a masterstroke cassian’s reprogramming of him is... and it says some very, very sweet things about cassian as a person under all the trauma and spy stuff that he essentially treats him as his best friend instead of a tool. cASSIAN he deserved to survive and have SO much therapy ;_____; ah well at least we’re getting a prequel series about him right? pls be good

- oh cassian was a proper separatist during the clone wars! he probably has some very interesting points of view about the republic pre- and post empire huh (this is what I love about the clone wars era; they have built SUCH a believable and interesting political world here, all shades of grey. there were separatists with very valid points even thought they were lead by a guy named COUNT DOOKU played by CHRISTOPHER LEE, the first sign that you should look inwards and ask yourself... wait are we the bad guys)

- it’s so much more understandable to me now who in the rebel leadership is for following jyn’s plan and who is not. (namely: the ministers of finance and industry are both Not Into challenging the empire directly, kind of understandably)

in depth description of weapons technology... I sleep. deep dives into the political structure of the alliance leadership and their backgrounds and motivations? I have never been happier

(this. sort of should have been in the actual movie tho things would have made more sense)

- BAIL ORGANA Leia’s actual dad out there lookin’ fiiine, being righteous and good, almost making me forget he’s going to die SO SOON oh fuck :( 

- orson krennic is, presumably straight faced, described as ‘a cruel but brilliant man’ which is PATENTLY LUDICROUS because krennic is by literally every indication a fucking idiot, he needs galen to do all the real work for him, he mouths off to DARTH VADER and then tarkin just effortlessly swoops in and fucks him over in the end, easily outmaneuvering him... orson krennic is a fucking loser I don’t care if he’s the one who introduced brutalist architecture to coruscant

lol lol lol *arrow pointing towards krennic’s head* ‘Keen mind dissects architectural puzzles and conspiratorial plots’ okay I see what happened here orson krennic wrote this book 

- oh galen erso is kind of one of the most interesting and heartbreaking characters in all of star wars. (and I do not say this just because of mads mikkelsen’s cheek bones) he’s incredibly intelligent but from a really poor family and wanted to eliminate the difference between rich and poor and invent a new form of infinitely renewable energy... and technically he did achieve that, except his old college buddy orson krennic immediately found a way to use his technology for genocide and he didn’t realize until it was too late :’) there is something so comforting in the fact that in the end galen still got the last laugh in the most epic but unsung way. he’s the sort of quiet Magnificent Bastard who doesn’t even care he’ll never get the credit as long as it worked. u did good on that one jyn

also several of the scientists galen is leading on eadu are in the same category as him -- captured and forced to work for the empire. so that’s great and not at all upsetting 

- galen and lyra’s falling in love story is kind of sweet (though naturally it pales against baze and chirrut’s whole deal but then who could compare) and the sheer effort and detail that’s gone into building the farmstead in the beginning we end up seeing for 5 minutes... dude (it feels very convincingly like somewhere a family would live though) 

- *sees that ‘databook’ is a concept that exists apparently; groans in fic research I thought ‘holodisc’ might do the job but maybe this is a better fit*

- I will say that my largest gripe with this movie is how glaringly unnecessarily male it is. there’s literally no reason for most of the rebels and ESPECIALLY all of the scientists to be male but here we are. 

well the stormtroopers could all canonically be any gender behind the armor so uh that’s. something lol

- despite being all desert-y jedha is apparently quite cool! temperature-wise I mean though the huge ancient statues lying everywhere are pretty awesome too

- wow stormtrooper armor really does just suck huh. it’s like ‘well it might protect you from a blaster bolt if you stand upwind and angle yourself just right, who knows’. I guess this is why everyone and their grandmothers are drooling over mando’s beskar lol

- star wars’ insistence on sticking to single-biome planets is so silly and I love it. stick to that incomprehensible world building decision lucasfilm I respect you

- mon mothma! basically the most important character in the star wars universe who most people won’t know about lol she’s like the anti-palps. for the most part she is one of the most Big Goods in all of star wars (along with bail) but also she’s played by the actress who voices moira in overwatch so I do instinctively distrust her whenever I hear her talk haha. called palpatine a ‘lying executioner’ to his face which is both admirably bold and remarkably restrained, considering all the things palpatine is.

- oof the two people mentioned the most on anakin/vader’s pages are palpatine and obi wan. that’s. hurtful and bad and awful. the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making me watch ‘clone wars’ because watching ‘clone wars’ actually made me care about anakin skywalker :(

-ah shit this is a lot of pages about pasty empire dudes i’ll uh come back to these lol

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Venus Throw | M,A,F

Mafia Theme

The Boyz Sangyeon x Fem reader x Hwall

M- Mature (smut, violence, mentions of drugs, crude humor , mentions of gambling addiction, etc...)

In gambling a Venus Throw is the highest possible roll but in this life style a Venus throw gives you the most precious thing. Your life. Will luck be on your side?

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.01

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yell at the top of your lungs causing everyone in the room to jolt up. “I’m sorry sweetie, but this is the only solution.” Your father spoke in a low tone, his breath reeking of cheap alcohol and cigars.

“No , this isn’t the only solution! Why don’t you give up your freedom since you’re the one who got yourself into this problem!” You holler back, you were raging with anger. Your father was a chronic gambler and his excuse was that it helped him relax. But in reality that caused him more stress then anything.

“Look y/n, this is a good deal...you will be able to live a lavish life filled with riches while at the same time paying back my dept to the Heo Mob.” Your father responded trying to give a reasoning behind him selling you off to the Heo Mob in exchange for slowly repaying his massive dept that he had with them.

“Look, it was either you or your little sister, you decide.” Your father added with an annoyed tone.

“You’re fucking kidding, I wouldn’t let them have Daisy!” You spat back as you realize that your younger sister was listening to the conversation. As you took a seat you couldn’t help but feel the pressure of your fathers actions. Either you go willingly and become the wife of the Heo Mobs spoiled brat son and suffer ... or , have your little sister suffer. But in reality their wasn’t a choice you were going to agree to, because you would rather suffer than someone else.

“Fine.” You whispered as a single tear fell from your eye.

“I will become the wife of the Heo Mobs son.” You add as you got up and began to head out.

“Thank you sweetie.” Your father says jumping up and down in excitement holding onto your mother who never did anything but stand by idle.

“But you should know that once I become his wife, I will take Daisy away from you and and make sure you’re never allowed in any casino for the rest of your miserable life.” You say in a stern tone as you walk out the door. All you hear behind you is your father cursing your name and beginning to throw a tantrum. You had agreed to be the wife of someone you’ve never met and were going to meet for the first time...tomorrow.

Ding

Your phone rings alerting you of a new message.

My love: hey baby, it’s super busy tonight and I have to cover the bar but I just wanted to say goodnight and I love you.

Read 11:12pm

As you finished reading the message, you couldn’t help but fall to the cold ground and begin to cry. You had a life and even if your parents weren’t ideal, you had the most amazing boyfriend, Sangyeon. But now , you were engaged and not to him. How would you tell him? As you thought it over for a couple of hours you decided that their was only one solution to save yourself and Sangyeon. You began to text and hit send before you could regret it.

You: I want to break up! It’s over between us.

Sent 1:37am

Before you could receive a response , you turned your phone off. You knew Sangyeon wouldn’t let you go but he had to for his own safety. The Heo Mob was like any other mob , they were violent, feared and wealthy beyond belief. They didn’t handle rejection very well and if any of the stories regarding the son were true , you were in for hell.

The Heo Mob had one son, Hwall , he was known to be handsome but was also stuck up with a temper only his father could handle. He only dated the riches of the rich , why would he settle for marrying you? After a couple more minutes sitting out in the cold you decided to head home to rest a little before the mob would pick you up. Your house was pitch black but of course they would fall asleep without knowing where you were, it was easy for them to forget about you.

“It’s over huh?” You suddenly hear a husky voice say, you already knew who it was and you couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

“Y/n , answer me...is it over?” Sangyeon asked again this time his tone was more anger rather then hurt.

“Yes.” You whisper as you nod your head.

“Look at me and tell me it’s over.” Sangyeon says as he spins you around and grabs your shoulders trying to meet your gaze.

“Yes, it’s over Sangyeon, fuck.” You say annoyed thinking that you would rather have him hate you then to have him continue to try with you. You pull away from him and push him back.

“It’s over, I’m tired of you and I’m done with this.” You say trying to muster all your energy and not break down infront of him.

“Bullshit.” Sangyeon says as he grabs your face and attaches his lips your yours. You tried to fight it for the first couple of seconds but you couldn’t resist him. You loved Sangyeon with every inch of your mind, body and soul. Sangyeon was your escape from reality, he was your savior. As he deepened the kiss with his tongue you couldn’t help but melt into him. He quickly pulled away and grabbed your hand pulling you into his car. Driving off, you knew exactly where he was taking you. The entire car ride was silent you didn’t even want to look at him because you knew you would cave in and tell him everything.

But you couldn’t do that to him. Sangyeon was strong, smart and so handsome... he was perfect. But for the sake of his life, you had to keep him away from your families messy ways.

“Now, talk to me baby.” Sangyeon says as he closes the door to his place. His house was your safe haven, you spent countless times there cuddled up with him while he comforted you. But you had to remind yourself that you belonged to someone else and that you needed to protect your sister, so you had to push him away.

“Talk about what? I already told you... We are over!” You say in a stern tone as you stay as far away from his as possible.

“Y/n, I know you better then anyone and I know that you’re lying.” Sangyeon says in a gentle tone as he tries to make his way towards your frame. You take a couple steps back because you know if you let your guard down you will fall right into his arms. “Sangyeon, our entire relationship you told me you valued my opinion and my decisions. Why can’t you just accept this one?” You say as you place your hand on the doorknob.

“Fine, if this is what you want I will let you...” But before he could finish you opened the door and headed out. You sat inside a cab, heading home your heart had finally finished breaking into a million pieces. In a couple of hours you were going to meet your future husband. As you rest your head back your eyes filled with tears thinking about what would soon become your reality.

“Y/n, wake up you need to get ready.” You hear your mother say as she shakes you awake. Your mother pestered with your hair and makeup as if that would increase your value to the Heo mob. As you finish getting ready you head out to the front of your house where three black SUVs took over your small neighborhood.

“Don’t worry Daisy, I will be back for you.” You say as you give her a kiss on her cheek and head inside the vehicle.

“So , how long will it take us to get to the Heo mansion?” You ask the driver but he gave you no response. It took about 50min to get to the mansion. It was even bigger then you could ever imagined, it looked like one of the houses from the dramas. The driver said nothing but opened your door and pointed you to the entrance.

“Good morning miss.” A young lady greets you as you enter the door.

“My name is Jooe and I will be your personal assistant.” The young lady says as she leads you into the living room. You sat on a huge couch trying not to fidget with your hands.

“Miss y/l/n!” You hear a voice say as you turn around, you are struck with such beauty and elegance. This gentleman was wearing all black with sequins and sporting even dark black hair in a mullet style.

“My name is Hwall but soon you will be calling me husband.” Hwall added with a smirk as he raised his eyebrow as he examined your frame. This was the man that requested to marry you in exchange for paying off a dept, why? This was the man that you would call husband instead of Sangyeon? The thought hurt like no other. As you sat back down your phone began to ring. The light flashed with Sangyeon‘s name, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. You quickly tried to silence it but you knew he would just continue to call.

“Maybe we should get you a different phone number. I don’t want anyone from your past contacting you. I’m a very jealous guy.” Hwall added as he stood up and motioned you to hand over your phone. He stood tall with a irritated expression on his face. Normally you would fight back but you were drained and maybe it was for the best that Sangyeon couldn’t get a hold of you. You slowly handed him your phone and he quickly took it from your hand.

“Well, he’s a persistent fella isn’t he?” Hwall added as he threw your phone on the floor and stomped on it to shatter it.

“Miss Jooe, take y/n to her bedroom and get her settled in. Please keep a close eye on her. See you soon honey.” Hwall added as he looked at you over his shoulder with a stern look before he left the room.

This was going to be your life from now on. You were to be isolated from the world in order to keep the people you loved safe. But the question that dawned on you was, why did Hwall pick you?

[CD]

[lothirielswanmarvel]

Love and Alex Russo’s Bitchy Pills [13]

Continue the journey of Avengers: Love and Lightning here, part II of new series, The Collector’s Cosmic Romance Saga! Love, fortune and glory to you!!

~*~

Thor was right on one thing: sickness did tremble before him. After hours of naps and cuddling (and the discovery that it was impossible to gross out Thor) I could actually breathe again through my nose. The plague was just a twenty-four hour thing, but I couldn't say the same for the cramps.

The Avengers returned later, and judging by the glum looks, we hadn't made any progress.

“I never thought I’d say this, but, I think I prefer fighting Loki instead,” Steve muttered and walked up to us. Thor’s arm was wrapped around my waist while I held Loki the Cat. I still had to explain that, somehow.

Steve scratched underneath Loki the Cat’s chin. I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like Loki had an amused expression.

“There’s too many people here from the holidays,” Rhodey remarked, easing onto one of the armchairs. A sheen of sweat glittered across his forehead.

Natasha’s eyes narrowed at Thor’s arm around my waist. She made a soft “hmm” sound and looked away. She was smirking.

“Why are you smiling?” Sam asked her.

“ ‘Cause Clint and Tony owe me money.”

I decided not to comment, although I was sure that my new relationship with Thor had been gambled on. Steve and Rhodey exchanged a few bucks.

Stephen approached us next. His gaze drifted to me first, “How do you feel?”

“Better, thanks.” I had endless apologies lined up on my tongue, for my sucky immune system and stealing Thor from everyone. But I didn't want to linger on it. “Where to next?”

“The trail went east,” Stephen explained. “The sooner we get out of this city, the better.”

~G R E E C E~

“I think I should stay with Evangeline. Amora picked her out before, I think the Strongest Avenger should be by her side,” Thor said, practically bursting with confidence. His voice boomed slightly against the gleaming white walls of the alleyway.

Stephen looked between the two of us. “The only reason I'm allowing this is because it could work to our advantage. It might draw out Amora.”

Scott was back and part of the new group. He was off to the side, nodding along with Natasha. “I ship them so hard. What should be their ship name? Evor? Thoreline—? The last one kinda sounds like a hair product, that could work.”

“We can hear you, Scott.”

“Sorry, Gelo—oh! Gelo! Sounds like jello.”

“We’ll set up a perimeter,” Sam said, thrusting up his hood as he went into incognito mode. “I miss my wings.”

The Avengers started to empty the alleyway one by one. Stephen came up to me, “Could I speak with you alone for a minute, please?”

I felt Thor’s grip slightly tighten on my waist. I glanced up at him. He was wearing that full-lipped, too-placid smile.

“Can I catch up with you after?” I said.

“Of course,” Thor’s fake smile seemed to grow wider. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek. He stared down at me for a second too long.

Thor’s arm dropped from my waist. I listened to his loud, thunderous steps as he left. Loki the Cat wiggled out of my grasp and followed him, casting a warning glare back at me.

We were alone in the alleyway. A cool dampness pressed against me in the absence of Thor’s warmth. Most buildings in the city were a gleaming white, like they were made of pearl. The alleyway was much more dank and grimy.

“Never thought you would fall for a guy so grandstanding,” Stephen remarked.

“I put up with you,” I pointed out.

Stephen’s face broke into a smile. “Fair enough. I have something for you. A little Valentine’s Day gift,”

He held out an unwrapped box. I flipped it over. I smirked at the cover.

“Claritin,” I read out loud, laughing as I did so. “Thank you. That's very thoughtful. I'm sorry, Stephen, but I didn't get you anything.”

He dismissed it. “It doesn't matter. But I had to do something, because you are the most important woman in my life.”

My gaze snapped back to him. “That's very...sweet.”

“Not in that way,” He explained as he read my facial expression. “You are the one woman in my life that I will never sleep with, and that’s a good thing—and that came out wrong, dammit.”

“Stephen, I don't understand. And it's not because I haven't taken one of these yet,” I lightly shook the box of Claritin.

He sighed. “Look, let me start from the beginning. I have no romantic feelings for you. At all. Whatsoever. You are the one woman I’ve seen in a while as a friend, and that friendship keeps me sane.”

I studied Stephen very carefully. We spent a lot of time together, but I never saw it as anything more than that. We were close; that was all.

He continued, “I'm happy for you and him. I really am, I just...I’m not ready to lose you yet.”

My face scrunched up at his words. “What do you mean? Lose me?”

“Angie, Thor’s not from Earth. Who knows how long he's sticking around, and you’ll probably go with him, and—” He paused, taking a deep breath. “You’re the one person who gets...all of this. You get the weirdness. And you’re the only person I can talk to without sounding like I'm addicted to LSD. You’re the only part left of my life that’s human.”

There were too many details to take in. I focused on the one that scared me the most. “Thor's leaving?”

Stephen huffed, and paced the small alleyway. “He has to. He's the prince of an entire race, Angie—did you really think he would stay?”

The realization stung. I bit my lip. I whispered, “I didn't think that far ahead.”

Suddenly I was thinking of Jane. Thor had left her for two years. He came back, but only to hunt down Loki’s scepter and to fight Ultron. Thor was back in space, until I dragged him back to Earth with my cosmic engagement scandal. How long would he stay?

I could go with him. I could leave Earth. And in the process, I would abandon my broken Avengers, and my poor aunt. My cupcake business, all of my contacts...my future. It would be left behind.

“I don't think I’ll leave with him,” I croaked. I would endure the pain. I was an independent person, anyway. I had my own life. I wasn't living for someone else—but the new anticipation for Thor’s absence was excruciating.

Stephen stopped pacing. I knew he was relieved, but he wasn't smiling. Stephen spoke in a gentle tone, that was otherworldly to his usual formal, croaky voice, “It's probably for the best. It’s safer. It would be easier to end it now, in the beginning—”

“End it?” I hissed. End it...end the kisses that tickled from Thor’s stubble. End the near-constant handholds and the huge smiles. End the reign of the sun, right when dawn just broke across the horizon.

Stephen nodded hesitantly. “It's not a healthy relationship, Evie. Thor lives a dangerous life—”

“Oh, come on!” I threw up my hands. I didn't care if my voice was bouncing off the grimy stone walls, “That's the best you got? Are the Avengers too dangerous now? Are you too dangerous?”

“At least I stick to one planet,” Stephen remarked.

“Yeah, overlooking the other dimensions you flit to day by day!”

“That seems as ordinary as an office job, compared to you choosing to live your life with someone who will leave you, who won't age a day in a hundred years,” Stephen’s words were extra raspy as they flew out, without restriction. “the sex would probably kill you.”

He stopped abruptly. Either he realized the error of what he said, or it was because my hand whipped across his face.

I was starting to feel sick, but not in the way I had the last twenty-four hours. My insides were gnarled and twisted, like a garden infested with weeds.

My hand lowered to my side, and I curled it back into a fist. Stephen’s face was still slightly turned to the side from my slap. His gaze eventually lifted to mine.

“It's my life. It's none of your business.” I said in a stern, venomous tone.

“I'm sorry. I was out of line.” Stephen’s voice sounded strangled and wounded.

“Out of line—? Should’ve given me aspirin instead!” I remarked, holding up the claritin.

“...Actually, I could prescribe something.”

“I would say to stick you on something, but I don't know what would make this better!” I gestured at all of him.

I stomped off, and yelled without looking back at him, “Let me know when you stop taking Alex Russo’s bitchy pills!”

“They’re strawberry flavored.”

“Oh, shut up!”

~Author’s Note~

Tony Stark: Stephen, I like to think of myself as a woman expert, and after provoking a woman during the wrong time of the month, you should leave the country.

Stephen Strange: Should I really be taking advice from someone who just got dumped on their ass?

Scott Lang: Pepper left him :( Poor guy, he's spending Valentine's Day all alone...good thing we're here!!

Tony Stark: Yes. Terrific.

Peter Quill: Okay dudes, but we all know who the TRUE woman expert is here.

Thor: You are right, Quill.

Peter Quill: That's a first. Thanks, man—

Thor: It's me :D

Wanda Maximoff: Did it ever occur to you morons that a woman expert is a woman?

Shuri: Americans. Aliens. They are all the same. Literally, I cannot tell them apart. Love, fortune and glory to you, Awesome Adventurers!!

[lovemesomesurveys]

5,000 questions survey series--part forty-one

3901. What is the most annoying tv ad? Most of them are. I pretty much just tune ‘em out, but they sometimes sneak their way in anyway. 3902. If you died, how would you hope others would remember you? I mean, in a positive way of course. 3903. Name 2 questions that you will most likely never say 'no' to: 1. Do you want coffee? 2. Do you want to go on vacation? 3904. What is the softest part of your body? I mean, most of it is except for my hands. 3905. What family do you want to see in place of the Osbournes when they finally stop doing their show? I can’t get over how old this survey really is wow. This show aired from 2002 to 2005. :O Anyway, the next big family of reality TV was obviously the Kardashians. They’ve been on since like 2008/2009.

3906. If you could pick 3 bands to go on tour together who would they be? Linkin Park, Coldplay, and The Foo Fighters.  3907. What is a main differance between western and eastern philospohy? Uhh. 3908. Would you be fooled by Joe/Josephine Millionaire? I never watched the show, but I know the premise. The women thought they were on a dating competition show dating this millionaire guy, but turns out wasn’t a millionaire at all and was just some average Joe (literally). At the end he makes his choice and then comes clean about the whole thing. Anyway, to answer the question, I would never go on a show like this or ever date a guy for his money, but hypothetically speaking I suppose I probably would be fooled by it because they did all this outlandish things on the show and he seemed to really have money. I wouldn’t have a reason to think it was all a lie  (though obviously it was). 

3909. Do you believe Michael Jackson does innoprpriate things at his Neverland Ranch? Like what? This was highly talked about and brought to light again earlier this year and based on the documentary, he did in fact do inappropriate things at his Neverland Ranch. A lot of inappropriate things. 3910. What do you think of gov. Ryan who cleared out Illinois' death row? I know nothing about that. 3911. Would you want a $500 gift certificate to: Kmart or Target? Macy's or Hot Topic? Border's Books or Spencer Gifts? (Sadly, Borders no longer exists) Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood? 3912. What do you think of this website: www.blackpeopleloveus.com/ I’ve never heard of it and I don’t feel like checking it out.  3913. Man vs Elephant. A zookeeper was treating a constipated elephant. He gave her too much laxitive. Suddenly everything exploded out onto the zookeeper. He was knocked to the ground where he hit his head on a rock and got knocked out. There he suffocated under a pile of elephant dung. True story. Is it a funy story? No, I never find a person’s death funny. If yes, what is funny about it? Why is it so taboo to laugh at death? Because it’s a very sensitive subject and just not something to laugh about, regardless of who it is or what the circumstances are.  3914. What are your favorite five things from this list: alternate realities, animals, astronomy, birds, camus, cats, cheap trick, cocaine, cooking, costumes, dancing, elvis, gambling, greta garbo, james dean, jeff buckley, joy division, marilyn monroe, mixed drinks, moody blues, morrissey, mozart, my bloody valentine, orbital, pizza, playing flute, prince, radiohead, rummy 500, scrabble, table tennis, talk talk, van morrison, writing 

^^^ Only 4 things but oh well. 3915. Do you have to read lots to be able to write well? No? I mean, it definitely helps, sure, but you can still be a great writer without having read a lot. 3916. Vanilla ice. Everyone loved him, suddenly everyone hated him. What was the deal?? I forget what the issue was. 3917. If you could kick one person out of the grammies who would it be (Avril, Eminem, etc)? 3918. Studies have revealed that when sending out a resume a person has a 50% higher chance of getting a responce if their name is white sounding than if it is black sounding. What do you think about this? Why do companies respond this way? 3919. Should Big Fat Greek Wedding really be a Big Fat Greek sitcom? I never had the interest in seeing the movie, so I wouldn’t have cared to see a sitcom either. I don’t remember if there was one or not. I feel like there was? 3920. What are you addicted to? Caffeine. And truthfully, after many years on my pain medication my body has become dependent.  3921. What fascinates you? Psychology. 3922. What is fascinating about you? Ha, nothing. I’m so boring. 3923. Personality wise, is anything the same for all human beings and if so, what? I don’t think so. 3924. What kind of a contest woud you have a shot at winning? A simple one where I just submit an entry in, ha. I’m not doing anything requiring more than that. 3925. You see a dirty punk kid who had a giant cowboy hat on who is rolling his own cigarettes. Your impression? I don’t care. 3926. What would you never want to have more than 2 of? Hmm. 3927. Is there a movie you just could not finish watching? What and why? Yeah, but of course I can’t think of an example right now. It’s pretty rare for me not to finish a movie even if I’m not into it, but it has happened. 3928. Is there anyone that you love and want to be around for no explainable reason? I mean, I love to be around my family. It’s explainable, though. I love them and enjoy spending time together. 3929. Would you go to times square for new years? Noooo. That sounds like an absolute nightmare. 3930. Do you think that there are to many signs blocking up the scenery? In some places. 3931. Did video really kill the radio star? Yep. Video later died, too. I mean, yeah artists still make music videos, but it’s not at all as big a hype anymore like I feel it was back in the day during the TRL days and when MTV actually played music videos all the time. 3932. What was your favorite atari game? I’ve actually never played. 3933. what is your favorite neon color? I don’t have a favorite neon color. 3934. Do you get depressed eveytime it rains? If yes, why? No. I love the rain. 3935. 'The more you admit that all your actions are robotic, the less robotic you are.' What does Tim leary mean by this? Maybe because if you admit it then that means you’re conscious and aware.  Do you agree or disagree and why? How much of your actions do you admit are robotic? I feel like I live on autopilot. 3936. Are we not men? Uh, not all of us. 3937. Is it easy to be you? Would being someone else make it any easier? No, it definitely not easy for me and I can’t imagine why anyone would ever think it was. It’s not easy for anyone; though, despite what it might look like. Everyone has their struggles. 3938. Why are sex religion and politics such taboo subjects? Because people have very strong opinions about it and they’re just very sensitive topics. 3939. Is there really a differance between republicans and democrats? Yeah? 3940. Imagine someone has a great personality, sense or humor, family and job. they also really really like you a lot. Would you consider dating them if they: were fat? Yes. I care a lot more about a person’s personality and I would not reject someone because of something like weight.  limped? Sure? I’m in a wheelchair, so who am I to judge a limp. were a midget? I totally do not mean this in a mean or shallow way at ALL, but I honestly don’t know. That’s only because I think as someone in a wheelchair, I would like to be with someone who would be able to lift /carry me and/or my chair. were paralized in one arm? Yes. Again, I’m paralyzed from the waist down, so. had a glass eye? Yes. That’s not a big deal. had only 6 months to live? I wouldn’t want to enter a relationship, no. I would gladly be there as a friend for support. 3941. What makes you experiance nostalgia? A lot of things. I’m a very nostalgic person. I really miss my childhood and have been feeling more sad about it lately. I think cause I’m turning 30 soon and just feeling old. 3942. What do you remember about these historical figures: Woodrow Wilson? He was a president. Hellen Keller? She was blind and deaf. Was an activist for the disabled.  Christopher Columbus? “Sailed the ocean blue in 1492.” 3943. Out of the above three figures, one is a huge racist, one is a socialist and one is a slave trader. Can you guess which is which? Racist: socialist: slave trader: 3944. Betcha they didn't tell you that in american history. Wilson, Keller and Columbus are painted as heros, impossibly good, ideal people. Why are so many things ommitted from and lied about in american history text books? 3945. Do you drink super caffinated energy drinks? Nope. I don’t drink any energy drinks. 3946. eminem or moby? Eminem.  3947. spongebob or the animanicas? Animaniacs was from my childhood, so I’ll have to go with that. 3948. Why do people rush to grow up only to wish they were a child again? I have no idea. I definitely wasn’t one of those people. 3949. Why do people sacrifice their health to obtain moneya d then use the money to restore their health? Uh. 3950. Jetsons or Flintstones? I watched both as a kid. 3951. What are you saving up for? Nothing, specifically. 3952. Would you rather improve your cooking, creativity, body,logic or charisma? Body. 3953. Is it more important to have stregnth or speed? For me, strength. 3954. What is your favorite thing to do each day? Drink coffee. 3955. When you are driving do you ever feel like turning the car towards someplace unfamiliar and not comming back? I don’t drive. 3956. Have you ever gone to lunch at a job and never gone back to the job? I’ve never had a job. 3957. What kind of a dining room set defines you as a person? Uh. I have no idea, that’s never been something I’ve thought about.  3958. Kiss, with or without the make up? I’d say it’s better without lip gloss or lipstick cause it gets messy. 3959. Madonna or Courtney Love? Madonna. 3960. Are you down with james Brown? Nah. 3961. Do you believe in miracles? Yes. 3962. Are you living a lie? I wouldn’t say that. 3963. If you had to give up one would it be caled ID or call waiting? I like knowing who’s calling. 3964. Are you ready to switch to an electric or solar powered car? I don’t drive. 3965. What is the greatest band of the 90's? That’s too hard to choose. 3966. What's the appeal of Alley Mcbeal? I never really watched it apart from seeing bits of it here and there because my mom watched it. I was just a kid and didn’t care. 3967. Fill in the blank. ___ aint the kind of place to raise a kid. 3968. What song goes: starry eye surprise, sundown to sunrise, we're gonna dance all night to this dj' and who is it by? Starry Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold.  3969. What ever happened to the mtv vj Kennedy? No idea. 3970. if you could sing with one band for a day what band and what song would you want it to be? Probably, “In the End” by Linkin Park. 3971. Josie and the PussyCats or Jem? Josie and the Pussycats. Aw, I remember that cartoon that came on Cartoon Network when I was a kid. 3972. Wouldn't oyu like to be a pepper too? Not sure what this is referencing.  3973. Britney spears, school girl or sexy, which do you prefer? Poor Britney. She’s really been going through it. I think there’s a lot that has been going on that we don’t know about. I don’t know if she’s being treated the right way or that people really have her best interest. It’s sad.  3974. Would you get married on tv? No. Not sure why I would. I’m no one famous. 3975. Where do you go looking for the secrets of life? Uhhh. 3976. What is the fuel for your soul? Coffee. 3977. Why do people watch american idol (I think it's for Simon)? I stopped watching after the OG judges left. I checked it once like 3 years ago and...yikes. It just wasn’t good. I’m into The Voice. 3978. What makes life sweet? Desserts. ha. 3979. What does it take to make a great band? People that can sing,  play instruments, and write music? 3980. What do you think of when you hear the word 'devo'? “I said, whip it! Whip it good.” 3981. What song or movie represents the 80's for you? The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Of course I instantly thought of the song, “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by Simple Minds. 3982. What song poem or other piece of writing would you want read when you died? I don’t know.

3983. Is a stable job home and family pretty much your goal or do you want more than that and WHAT? Right now I want good health. 3984. What tv show that is no longer on tv do you miss? True Blood. 3985. Remember when Chris from nirvana threw his bass in the air and hit himself in the head with it? Yeah. 3986. What commercial is really annoying you(almonds, want some almonds, you're a big fellow aren't you)??? Currently, there isn’t really one that’s annoying me. Like I had mentioned before, I tend to just tune ‘em out. 3987. Nominate a rockstar for president: 3988. Who amazes you? Hmm. 3989. What's the best musical act to come outta your own country? another country? 3990. Is your life glamorous and exciting? Pffft, no. 3991. Greatest oldschool rap artist: greatest newschool rap artist: 3992. DJ Jazzy jeff or Will Smith, which persona? Both. Summatime will always be a fave.  39993. Ever try yoga? No. 3994. Are you a brick shit house? ..No. 3995. What products do you use? A lot? 3996. How good do you look? Not good at all. I’m a mess. 3997. Tonight you're going to party like_________ someone who is about to go to bed. ha. Okay, okay I know what you’re getting at: like it’s 1999.  3998. Have you ever written a song? No. if yes did you record it? 3999. What would you like to have 999 of? Dollars. 4000. Do you own a metal detector? No.

[ana-annotated]

128 THINGS I LOVED ABOUT CROOKED KINGDOM (WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!!) Part 1

1. It has WYLAN’S POV

2. Jesper is one of his biggest reasons for committing to being a member of the Dregs and he knows it

3. Kaz breaks into the house of a wealthy and probably dangerous lawyer in the middle of the night but first things first, he’s gotta give the guard dogs belly rubs before robbing their owner.

4. Nina is still facing the consequences of ingesting parem and yet here she is undercover, charming this lawyer out of his whistle.

5. Wylan’s dark side just gets darker

6. Kaz having a rare soft moment and telling Wylan where his mother is buried cause he knows what it’s like to lose someone suddenly and not get to say goodbye

7. Matthias trying to understand Kaz’s sleight of hand and still failing to see how he does it

8. Matthias wishing Wylan or Kuwei would wear a hat so he could tell them apart

9. Wylan blushing at Jesper’s touch

10. Wylan Van Sunshine

11. Leave my grandmother out of this

12. Jesper’s dad is so innocent and precious and must be protected at all costs

13. Are you all students? Of a sort

14. Matthias has a little sister

15. Matthias comforting Alys cause she reminds him of his mother when she was pregnant

16. Nina whining over Matthias sacrificing her biscuits to keep Alys quiet

17. Matthias jealous of Jesper making Nina smile

18. Inej laughing in Van Eck’s face for thinking he outwitted Kaz

19. Nina expecting Matthias to rub her feet from now on whenever she wants him to

20. Matthias longing for a domestic life with Nina

21. Nina longing for the comfort of family relationships like the one Jesper has with his father

22. Jesper as a kid

23. Jesper’s mom was the sweetest most badass person ever and taught him everything he knows at such a young age

24. The WYLAN’S MOM CURVEBALL WHO THE HECK DOES THAT TO A PERSON MY POOR BABY HOW DARE JAN DO THAT TO HIM AND HER?!

25. Wylan’s motivation to get revenge

26. Kaz giving Wylan a pep talk about strength when facing a weakness

27. Matthias’s relationship with his wolf

28. Matthias pretending to be a happy go lucky Fjerdan

29. Nina having to explain every single dirty joke to him and convince him they’re not insults

30. Nina and Matthias’s first kiss being straight out of a Disney movie 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

31. Everyone points guns at each other in Ketterdam it’s basically a handshake

32. Matthias going into full military general mode and leads a two-man Grisha army in a victorious mini war against the Dime Lions

33. Kaz literally CRASHING Van Eck’s dinner party

34. Dunyasha: “I am Dunyasha, a white human blade, a ruthless assassin princess, and my sole purpose is destroying you. Prepare to feel my ninja stars.”

Inej: “New phone who dis?”

35. Colm Fahey adopting his teen gang member son’s five gang member friends

36. Nina finally getting her waffles

37. Only to realize Matthias Helvar is possible better than waffles (just barely, but still)

38. Matthias believing waffles is Nina’s one true love instead of him

39. What’s new? Nm, Nina can raise the dead to do her bidding, Inej plummeted 20 stories and nearly died at the ninja stars of some assassin chick with a huge ego, and there’s a huge gaping hole in Jan Van Eck’s dining room ceiling. Hbu? Who wants waffles?

40. They’re all crazy but Wylan realizes there’s nobody he’d rather have by his side cause the Dregs are HIS CREW

41. Kaz Ankle Breaker Brekker sliding past a pair of Van Eck’s guards and knocking them off their feet at once with his cane

42. The Crows trying to outdo each other with the highest rewards offered for their execution or capture.

43. Kaz winning that contest in a landslide

44. Nina flipping off their Wanted posters

45. Nina changing out of her Fjerdan costume with Matthias’s “help.”

46. Jesper and Kuwei’s haunting the Dime Lions

47. Little Inej stopping hearts and scaring her family to death on the high wire but wanting to keep going back on no matter what

48. Inej only falling when a net is underneath her

49. Wylan’s first impression of Jesper

50. Jesper’s flair for neon fashion

51. “Mother, father pay the rent! I can’t my dear the money’s spent!”

52. “On a dare I ate a literal trough full of waffles doused in apple syrup and almost went back for seconds.”

53. Kaz treating Jesper like a brother, even yelling at him and calling him Jordie because he’s so protective of Jesper and wants to keep him from making a mistake too big because of his gambling addiction. Seeing Jesper get carried away with his best worries him and he just wants him to be smart and not make the same costly mistakes Jordie did.

54. Kaz and Jesper arguing like brothers and then proceeding to fight like brothers while Inej, Nina, and Matthias sit around bored, waiting for them to snap out of it cause they’re definitely not going to kill each other with their bare hands, and there are bigger things to worry about.

55. Jesper’s dad breaking up the fight with a single threat

56. Jesper Llewelyn Fahey

57. I KISSED THE WRONG BOY

58. Inej and Jesper’s friendship

59. Matthias being very okay with PDA with Nina

60. Colm’s presence making the Dregs feel like kids worn out from a rowdy birthday party

61. Kuwei being a straight up savage and lying about his language barrier

62. KANEJ WOUND BANDAGING SCENE DESTROYED ME EVERYTHING ABOUT IT I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS NOR DID I EXPECT HIM TO EVEN GET HALF AS CLOSE TO HER AS HE DID

63. Kaz trying so so hard to push away all memories of his trauma to be in the moment and touch Inej and just show her how much she means to him

64. She followed him anyway

65. Kaz reclaiming his rightfully EARNED Dregs throne

66. Inej watching him kick out Haskell and kick traitor Dregs ass with pride

67. “I suggest a cane”

68. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Same thing that’s always wrong with him, he’s Kaz Brekker.”

66. Nina constantly trying to get Kaz to warm up a little, whether by joining a group hug or letting someone help bandage him up post-fight for his life

67. Colm willing to do anything to help the gang without question

68. Wylan’s cute anger at Jesper for mistaking Kuwei for him (let’s be real tho he was pretty mad at himself too for not being more upfront with his feelings since he had no Tailor to fix him)

69. Wylan getting mad at Nina for failing to mention she found a refugee Tailor that could change him back

70. Colm feeding into Nina’s waffle/food in general addiction

71. The politics in the story are so intricate and it just continues to be built upon in Crooked Kingdom. It’s detailed enough that honestly, Leigh could probably write a whole Grishaverse history textbook. It’s pretty interesting to read from everything we get from the Dregs discussing their home nations, their histories, traditions, and relations with other countries. Leigh put in so much effort to build not just an authentic country in Kerch, but an entire alternate world. Really fun to read about.

72. Wylan’s offense for Jesper not being able to tell him and Kuwei apart in that moment

73. Jesper stealing a portrait Wylan’s mother painted of him to help them reconnect once Wylan’s features are returned

74. “I told you, I like your stupid face.”

75. Jesper helping Genya tailor Wylan’s “stupid” face because he remembers it quite well

76. Jesper nearly losing it when he returns to find the boy he had fallen for at first sight has returned to his original appearance

77. JESPER KISSING THE RIGHT BOY

78. “I really hope we don’t die”

79. Colm giving an award worthy performance in front of Van Eck to rope him and the Council into falling for Kuwei’s fake indenture auction

80. Nina’s underlining threat to Van Eck for messing with Kaz, only a fool would try to scheme against Brekker

81. Colm telling Wylan that he’d be good for Jesper ☺️

82. Wylan taking an actual beating from other Dregs to make Jan Van Eck believe the Dime Lions were going to kill his son for him

83. Wylan’s on point acting making everybody in the chapel believe his father was a conniving scumbag all along

84. THE FACT THAT JESPER CAN ACTUALLY USE HIS POWERS TO AIM HIS BULLETS

85. Kaz lying like nobody’s business to the Merchant Council and everyone bidding on Kuwei to throw Van Eck under the bus

86. Kaz freaking BLOWING UP THE MENAGERIE IF THAT’S NOT A DECLARATION OF HIS LOVE TO INEJ IDK WHAT IS

87. Kaz and Inej hand holding

88. Nina pretending to be pregnant

89. Matthias believing Kaz could fake a birth

90. Genya teaming up with Kaz and Nina to fake Kuwei’s death

91. I haven’t even read the Shadow and Bone trilogy yet but I love King Nikolai and his alter ego and I can’t wait to read more of him in the series and in King of Scars!!!!!