#and sammy is not really following but is very entertained

[divine-draws]

Simon and Sammy are sick... Johnny absolutely had to wrangle them both into sitting down and is now stressing over kids cold meds lol

#what are they watching??? #probably some show simon likes but johnny is typically like 'not with sammy there' #but has let it slide this time if only to keep them occupied #and sammy is not really following but is very entertained #this is how comfort shows are formed #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #ghoap baby au #sammy #baby oc #child oc #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #soap cod #soap #john soap mactavish #divine draws #fanart #digital

[wqnwoos]

“vernon, we need to talk.”

your arms are crossed. your brows are furrowed. your lips are set in a dead straight line. you mean serious business.

he blinks at you, confused, but shifts so he’s sitting upright on the sofa. “okay,” vernon agrees, apprehensive. he pats the space next to him.

you take it, uncrossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye, so seriously that his mind short circuits for a second — he starts panicking internally, and that means he almost misses your next words;

“vernon, we need a cat.”

before he even fully registers your words and processes his relief, you’re begging. “i’m serious, okay! i know you’re busy and i can get busy sometimes, but i really — really — really think we should get a cat.”

“o—”

“from the rescue centre! you know, the one we visit all the time. pleeeease don’t say no.”

“i mean — ”

“and i need someone to keep me company when you’re away for tour and stuff too, you know.”

“is this… emotional blackmail?”

“no! i just think we’d be great parents! we can afford it! and we’d do a really good job, especially you, ‘cause you’re so awesome and handsome and cool a—”

“alright, okay, hold on.” he snorts, holding up a hand to stop you. “you don’t have to resort to flattery.”

“so… we can get the cat?” you gaze at him with pleading, rounded eyes, and he blinks.

“i literally don’t know how you got to that conclusion from what i said,” he says dryly.

your pout is instantaneous. “vernon!”

“baby!”

“please. please please please pleeeeaase.”

his smile is borderlining a smirk by now, as he pinches your cheeks. “you’re so cute.”

“i’m not cute. i’m desperate.”

“you’re still cute.”

“usually i’d say thank you, but right now i don’t care. can we get the cat?”

vernon chuckles, looping arm around you. “of course we can get the cat. you didn’t even have to beg, you know. i was sold the moment you said it.”

your delighted beam, he notices quickly, is turning more and more sheepish as you slip out from under his arm, sidling over to a cardboard box he hadn’t even noticed before.

“so, uh… about that cat,” you begin.

“baby.”

“yes?”

“what’s in the box?”

you glance between him and the box. “what box? this box? oh! haha. nothing. nothing crazy. ha.”

“it wouldn’t happen to be… i don’t know, a cat?”

“whaaat?” you scoff at him, waving a hand disbelievingly. “a cat? a cat! pshh. what a craazy thought. imagine that.”

the silence that follows is broken by one very small, very quiet meow.

“okay, okay!” you throw your hands up guiltily. “i’m sorry, she was just looking at me with those big big eyes and i couldn’t just say no, could i?”

far from being mad, or even surprised, vernon is just entertained. “and what if i had said no?”

“i would’ve cried. do you want that on your conscience?”

“never.” he stands, opening his hands to you with a boyish smile. “now. hand me my child.”

an / thought of this idea after many many cat pics (thank you sammy perla is the love of my life). and then i sat and wrote it out in 15 mins. (could alternatively be used as a very accurate depiction of me begging my mother for a cat, except i’ve been doing that for over a decade and she only says no.)

#vernon fluff #vernon x reader #vernon comfort #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen comfort #vernon fic #vernon x y/n #vernon scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen headcanons

[cafe-au-lait-loa]

How I manifested 3P away & How I manifested 3P in the first place

Long time no see, I haven’t updated in a really long time. To be completely honest, I was having a hard time with my manifestations and I can completely understand why now.

🤍 So what happened since the last post?

I manifested so much shit, and I had to take accountability for it. When I made my first post, I was in a break up but still in full contact with my ex, our break up was caused by an external thing (which surprise surprise, I also manifested) but we were still on really good terms and telling each other daily that we loved each other. 

At that point, I made my first mistake : I thought that this was happening to me, I thought that I couldn’t change whatever was going on because it wasn’t caused by him or me. This led me into the feeling of not controlling whatever was going on and therefore, not even trying to change it.

When I moved back to my own country (we’re from different countries, met and dated in a third country), I started to freak out. I was constantly plagued with the idea that he was going to forget about me and that he was going to find someone else. Obviously, as I entertained these thoughts, they started to manifest into my own reality. He ended answering less and less, only for him to tell me that he had found someone else (someone I was weary of during our relationship even though he had absolutely no care about her at the time) and then ghosted me and removed me from all socials.

That was my second mistake : I indulged in those thoughts, let them consume me. Therefore, they had no choice but to manifest in my reality.

During this entire time, I followed internet gurus that were just not for me. Now, do I think that they are wrong about what they teach? Sometimes, yes. But my main problem was that I had successfully manifested an SP before, but those gurus told me that my way of doing was wrong and that I needed to do it differently. I followed those rules for almost 6 months, and in combination with mistake 2, it all went downhill for me. Now, why do I put mistake 2 and this mistake together? Well, it’s very easy, coaches were telling me that it was okay to feel whatever I was feeling, and that kept me in a place of indulging in my negative thoughts.

That’s mistake number three : I was following blindly, even when I knew something wasn’t for me.

🤍 How did I turn the situation in my favor?

Near the end of July, I decided that I was done following everyone's advice and I was going to go back to my roots : robotic affirming. That’s when I rediscovered Sammy Ingram. Now, I do think that Sammy, just like any LOA coach, doesn’t fit with everyone, and she didn’t fit with me the first time I discovered LOA. However, that time around, I was fed up with all the bullshit I had manifested, I was ready to get this done and I was ready for some harsh truth and tough love.

I created four affirmations that suited me and my situations. I tried to not think about 3P as much as I could and as soon as she would appear in my thoughts, I would just tell myself “This person does not exist in my universe or in SP’s life”. I was affirming as much as I could, I was sometimes daydreaming of my ideal life with SP and I was not letting the 3D fuck this up for me. Would I say that I was perfect all the time? No, no one is. But I was putting in the work and holding myself accountable.

About a week after starting this, I felt the urge to check the 3D, but keeping myself in this mindset, I didn’t let myself do it. Until I finally did. 3P and SP had removed their pictures together (their profile pictures), 3P had removed his city from her bio and nothing about the two of them being together ever reappeared. I was FLABBERGASTED. That’s it! I was back on my game! Three weeks later, SP suddenly followed me on tiktok, and then used my tiktok to follow me again on instagram. 

🤍 What has been happening since then?

Well, it’s been about a week since SP followed me again on socials, and it’s been a bit hard. Knowing that I can contact him anytime made it a lot harder for me, so I did my share of mistakes (sending him a reel and a message). But since yesterday, I’ve been back on track, focusing on me and my affirmations. I also started scripting again as it does make me feel good. I know that with persistence, SP will be back and he’ll obsess over me all over again. I’ll be sure to update you when he does. I also plan on posting about my manifestation story in general so you can learn a bit more from me.

🤍 🤍 🤍 Happy manifesting!

#loassumption #law of assumption #law of attraction #loa #loa blog #loa success #specific person #loa sp

[russburlingame]

Meet Your Heroes, Kids.

I have always thought “never meet your heroes” was a terrible piece of advice. In my life and career, I have been lucky enough to meet a number of people whose work I greatly admire. I have only had really bad experiences once or twice, versus dozens of great experiences on the other side (and even a few lifelong friendships). Yesterday, my daughter was lucky enough to have a similar experience.

I had a day off yesterday, so Cali and I decided to surprise Samantha with a day trip to New Jersey to meet StacyPlays, an author and entertainer who Sammy calls her “favorite YouTuber.” Of all the (many) people Sammy follows on YouTube, Stacy has always been one of my favorites, too. She’s smart, creative, and makes art that brings something positive into the world. None of those things are necessarily de rigueur on social platforms.

Stacy has a new book out (I actually talked to her about it for my day job, in an article that should be up tomorrow!), and she’s doing a signing tour. When we saw there was an appearance less than 4 hours from Syracuse, we decided to make it happen for Sammy.

Sammy struggled in the run-up to the trip. She was very excited to meet Stacy, but also very nervous about the prospect of meeting her hero. I shared a story with her about the first time something like that happened to me, and how I was nervous, too. Sammy also gets car sick easily, so she was on edge more or less the entire trip about that.

We left very early, hoping to spend a little time in Paramus, because we didn’t want to be at the end of the line for StacyPlays. That was lucky, because about halfway there, our car died. Totally unexpected, not something we were prepared for, and Sammy was despondent. She was scared, and cold, and convinced that we were going to miss meeting Stacy.

I’ll spare the details – there are many. But the short version is, everything that could go right, did go right. A tow truck literally happened to be driving behind us when we pulled over. We got the last rental car reservation in the county. After about 90 minutes, we were back on the road.

Getting to the point of all this – StacyPlays is an absolute treasure of a human being.

When the signing happened, we were the second people in line (I told you we left early!). Stacy quickly read Sammy’s nervousness, and was working VERY hard to bring Sammy out of her shell. She was kind, attentive, and repeatedly tried to engage Sammy even though Sam was obviously feeling very intimidated.

We took some photos, and the first one is really emblematic of the moment, with Stacy smiling up at Sammy from her seat. I’m not sharing it, because nobody was posed yet, and so it isn’t the most flattering photo of Stacy – but it’s my favorite, because not only is Sammy beaming, but Stacy is radiating the same level of enthusiasm. She looks like she genuinely cares about this kid she just met, and she’s really happy to be taking a photo. It’s an incredibly kind and empathetic moment that I clocked in real time and captured (kind of) on camera.

After feeling nauseous most of the day, and being really stressed and scared when the car died and we were trapped two hours from home, Sammy told me last night that she had a good day, and that she was really glad she got to meet Stacy. Cali and I were struck by how incredibly lucky we got in a number of ways, and how great everyone was. I’m praising Stacy here because she’s a public figure and was incredible, but B&N manager Laura was also a rock star. A very long, very stressful day was made worth it by simple acts of kindness, including by Stacy.

I’ve gone to dozens of comic conventions, signings, and other events like this over the years. Most professionals are friendly and happy to spend a few minutes with you. The people who want to genuinely and empathetically engage are a lot more rare, and I think it’s worth celebrating them – especially when their audience is made up primarily of kids.

So, in short, meet your heroes, kids. And buy Stacy’s book if it sounds like your kind of thing. She deserves the love.

#stacyplays

[remcycl333]

This is a rant and I'm sorry in advance for how long🙃

Rem, you have no idea how extremely angry I get when I see law of attraction content anywhere, not because it's bad(I mean it can be very toxic if I'm being honest) because it's those people who are always like "like this, share this, react with this or it's over," who seem to have the biggest impact and it's just wtf.

I went through law of attraction content because I haven't been through it all in a while and because I was curious if any of them found the law of assumption yet but nope, all into the same stuff.

I literally saw a few people say that "you don't get what you want, you get what you give out," and I'm like o.m.g no🙃🙃🙃🙃

And then scrolling through I see even more shit about interacting with these videos gives you results, that you have to writer down stuff or else it won't work, how you have to follow this person's advice and there's no other way it'll work for you, how there's only one method that'll work for you or how there's multiple that you can try and only after you try them all will it work for you.

I literally wanted to scream at the screen because the amount of scamming these people do is ridiculous, these are the Sammy ingrams of the law of attraction, they say something and then say oh but if you really want the whole experience, click on the link to my Patreon so you'll get the full experience with a cost, like wtf?? (And it's not cheap even though things on Patreon are normally cheap and it's one example some have literal websites that costs hundreds to get coaching or advice you can find anywhere on the internet.)

And also a lot of witchtok, law of attraction and other people who use anything but the law of assumption when they hear about the law of assumption or reality shifting or the void etc they immediately assume it's bs🙃 and they get so persistent when you explain that's it's not and even explain the SCIENTIFIC way it works, reality shifting - quantum physics, law of assumption - physics (of course a lot of the stuff we do and manifest like powers etc aren't considered scientific but it's because we have Neville's teachings to go by as well as many other things that we have the belief and ability to manifest these things instantly).

It's like when Christians in their comments say stuff like "this is demonic, this is satanic, that doesn't exist, that's toxic, you're so delusional, you're so stupid" they bring similar energy by saying stuff like "that doesn't exist, you're not serious 😒, all that doesn't work," like yes Bon(one of those who don't believe reality shifting is real but idk if that's her real name just her username) it does work🙄🙄 and the thing is I feel good when I look at the people who say it doesn't work because I, like many other people, have manifested things they deem "impossible." I manifested by using blanket affirmations "I have everything I want and desire in my 3D right now," and even specific affirmations when I felt like I doubted anything to keep me on track, which includes a lot of supernatural stuff as well as lifestyle stuff.

I know it sounds arrogant to say I feel good when I see people saying it doesn't work/making fun of people who do law of assumption but it encourages me more to see that I'm able to get whatever I want however I want by just saying I have it all and they could too but they don't believe it in and make fun of people who do. It's not that I don't want them to succeed but if you're mocking other people's way of succeeding at life because you rather judge and misunderstand their way of living and going about their life then why should I entertain you after you just mocked an entire community that has proven time and time again they've done things you could only dream of?(and I say this because these people always boast about how powerful they are, you see it multiple times in multiple videos, them saying how powerful, how amazing they are, how no one can mess with them or their people)

Like I'm sure everyone remembers the girl who manifested wings, the person who manifested her brother being able to fly, the person who manifested speaking multiple languages after just waking up one day, someone who woke up in a literal different country in their dream apartment, riches, fame, beauty, powers, everything and I'm very proud of this community honestly.

I know everyone in the community wants their desires and some struggle but genuinely, you have the UNIVERSE in your hands, literally it's so easy the law is so EASY, as easy as just saying you have it, reminding yourself you have it during the day so you don't have to worry about anything and continuing your day, I don't think everyone really realizes how powerful they are because I'm just realizing it myself after watching all these videos, I've seen people in witchtok say how they can make smoke go straight into the air with concentration by just assuming then saying the law doesn't work, yet we've manifested powers.

I've seen people on there say reality shifting doesn't exist but tell that to the girl who's currently in a relationship with Draco🙃the girl who is living her best life in a cottage the forest with her 5 adorable cats or living their dream life in the Marvel universe, the guy who finally has confidence and is able to be the best version of himself, the transgender person who is now in the body they've always known they were meant to be in, the they/them who were finally accepted by their parents, the persons who were in abusive households or relationships who were finally able to leave and manifested someone who actually loves and adores them.

The law of attraction coaches who constantly preach that you can't get what you want but what you give out, and say that you need to "brighten your vibration," everyone in this community has the ability to be the most powerful beings capable of moving literal mountains to their will if they do chose in their own reality because you're God, you're in the community where you're God just as much as everyone else here is, the people who have manifested wings? You're God just like they are, the people who manifested powers and waking up after affirming and persisting for a few days? You're the same God. We are all in a community where we can be whatever, whoever and however we want, please don't doubt yourselves, the most encouraging, sweet people are wishing for your success, you're the only person who's wishing for your downfall by not accepting/realizing your godly state yet😭😭 we all came into this community literally so closed off to things because the world taught us struggle, acceptance of bad things, acceptance of being "unlucky in life," and now you have seen how easy it is to have the world you always wanted, don't doubt for a second that you're not able to do what you want or have what you want.

All the people who have doubts, there are people out there like you who had INTENSE doubts, resistance, pessimistic outlooks that FINALLY got their desires after persisting and affirming, you don't need the void (seriously I thought I did but I genuinely didn't because I already am the void why would I need someone I already have apart of me, that is me entirely), you don't need a rulebook, you make the rules, it's your reality, you're the only one who determines how easy it is or how hard it is.

Anyway sorry if this was long🙃😭

honestly this was so motivational! we are all literally god. and like you said, we are all so lucky and blessed that we learned about the law of assumption. it’s such a gift to those of us who grew up in toxic situations, with no money and no hope of attaining the lives we were too scared to admit we even wanted! we all have the power to manifest whatever we want, and we should never be jealous of others people’s success stories, because they’re our success stories too. we should be proud and excited!

i’m so glad i escaped the law of attraction bullshit. i remember in 2019 doing 55x5 every night and writing affirmations until my hand was hurting so bad. i remember desperately trying to let go and detach from my manifestation so it would manifest. i remember trying desperately to raise my vibration but i had no idea what that even meant. i also used to watch tarot reading after tarot reading and even tho they’d always tell me my sp was in love with me he would never text me bc i was practicing the law of attraction and doing everything completely wrong 😭

i also despise those “interact in 3 different ways to claim” tiktoks. like stfu! i haven’t been on law of attraction tiktok in sooo long thankfully, ik it’d piss me off just as much as it did you. when i learned about the law of attraction i was on the reddit page for it and omfg 😭 it was literally hell there. NO ONE could tell you how to manifest. they didn’t even talk about affirmations. you were just supposed to “plant the seed and let go” and i was losing my mind bc i was so desperate with heartbreak and just wanted my sp back and i couldn’t figure out how to do either of those things 😭😭 i feel so bad for my younger self damn those were rough times

anyway! i’m just so grateful we all know about the law of assumption and therefore all have the tools to make our lives what we have always wanted them to be. it truly is so comforting and freeing!

[oraclekleo]

Kim Woosung (The Rose / Solo) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Woosung

Stage Name: Woosung / Sammy

Group: The Rose

Kim Woosung

(Woosung / Sammy - The Rose / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - II The High Priestess

Woosung is very intuitive in a relationship. He can tune in with his partner and simply go with the flow. It feels as if he could read his lover’s mind. The relationship with him feels so natural and immersive. His partner might feel like walking through a mirror and finding themselves in a different reality which Woosung created for the two of them. A safe and beautiful world for the two of them.

Libido - 4 of Pentacles

When it comes to passion and desire, Woosung is more on the traditional side. He’s got his urges under control and if he’s not in the mood for sex, there’s no way to persuade him. That doesn’t mean that his lover will come spare. Woosung has more tricks in his sleeve and sometimes the long kissing and cuddling sessions, so intimate and warm, can be much better than any hot action under the sheets.

Turn On - XIII The Death

Woosung isn’t seeking for a shallow person to share his life with. He’s likely to feel attracted to someone who has been through a lot, someone with experience, who managed to defeat their own demons and arise from the ashes. He’s likely to fall for a mature and wise person.

Kink - IV The Emperor

While really going with the flow most of the time, Woosung sometimes craves dominance. We have already hinted at his strong will and self-control in the Libido part and let’s make it clear that it doesn’t stop there. When feeling kinky, Woosung can turn into a serious dom and will make sure his lover respects him and obeys his orders.

Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands

We have already mentioned that Woosung’s lover is likely to be someone mature. And here we go with him being his own contradiction. While he’s likely to fall in love with a mature person, in his darkest fantasies this person is dependent on him, in his powers. They play the role of a younger, pure and innocent ‘victim’ of his devilishly seductive charms. He might ask his lover to wear something of a lolita type of outfit. Just play along. It’s gonna be worth it.

Thank you for reading!

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[wwebrainrot]

Intro!

Hello, welcome to my side blog for everything wrestling.

I’ve been into wrestling for a very long time, since I was a toddler but I’ve only recently gotten back into it with the arrival of the Bloodline storyline.

Quick forewarning, I don’t keep up with wrestlers personal lives since I frankly, don’t really care, so any outside ‘drama’ (and I mean drama not criminal charges) will not effect my opinion of the wrestler. Continue reading for some silly stuff.

Favorite Wrestlers?

I used to be super into Becky and Charlotte but since the Man storyline I haven’t been into either of them. Currently, my favorite wrestlers are as follows: Liv Morgan, Cody Rhodes, The Judgement Day, LA Knight, and unironically Logan Paul.

I feel that since Liv’s entrance into the company, she only grows into a greater star every year and I’m excited to see where her storyline will go.

I’ve been following Cody for a very long time, since his beginning as the Dashing Cody Rhodes. I followed him when he went to AEW and I followed him back to WWE, and he’s simply my favorite male star.

As for the Judgement Day I enjoy the storyline with Dom and Rey, since it has some callbacks to Eddie Guerrero, and I love him, so of course I’m a fan. I enjoy some good villains and that’s exactly what they are, lying cheating villains. Seeing Damien’s and Finn’s Payback match against Sammi and Kevin was hilarious. Just watching more and more people coming out to help the Judgement Day provided me endless entertainment, and that’s hard to come by these days.

I had to add LA Knight in there because my dad is a huge fanboy of his and the hypes rubbed off on me too. I mean he’s got a good personality, great with a mic, and hilarious, he’s practically perfect! I can tell he’s going to be the next big star of WWE, all he has to do is bide his time and wait.

Now you might be saying, Logan Paul, seriously? The suicide forest guy? Yeah, him. I feel like he’s grown since his more ‘problematic’ days. I can tell he has a serious passion for wrestling just watching him talk about it backstage or on his podcast (that I only tune into when he has a fellow wrestler on, I don’t have time to listen to him argue with his brother). From his performances so far he’s done phenomenally well, he’s performed some crazy good spots and I respect him for that. Hopefully, this continues and I can watch him grow, albeit slowly, into a nice well-rounded superstar.

Misc.

I don’t care about spoilers, I might post them. I might not.

I reblog more than I do anything else, so don’t expect anything big out of me.

I also don’t care about drama of any kind, I in fact actively avoid it so don’t complain if I accidentally wander into some.

WWE Supercard Shenanigans…

I make it my mission on Supercard to go up against anyone with a Liv profile picture and for some reason I think it’s the fucking funniest thing ever so I will continue to do it.

I also do it to people with Cody profile pictures, so they’re not safe either.

Sayonara!

Alright, that’s all I have to blabber about. You’re welcome to remain here or leave, but above all else have fun and stay safe. Don’t let people on the internet bully you.

#intro pin #wwe #side blog

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, VANESSA A. 🌗

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Sam/Sammi age: 27 pronouns: commonly they/she but any are fine ooc contact: @ sorunort on twitter other characters in xc: Elizabeth Afton, Vicious

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Vanessa A. age: 23 pronouns: she/her series: Five Nights at Freddy’s canon point: Post game: Princess Quest ending, before Ruin DLC. app triggers: family problems / parental trauma, suicide, loss of a parent, abandonment issues, mind corruption, manipulation, loss of control over ones body, murder, attempted child murder.

personality: Vanessa is the picture of someone who’s done too much overtime and keeps chugging coffee: cranky, tired, sarcastic, and on edge. At times she’ll slip into her old self and smile more often, joke and tease her friends, but the fact is she’s a damaged young woman who’s just trying to cope with basically being a puppet for roughly 3 years. She stands like she tries to take up the least amount of space in a room, avoids eye contact, and fidgets in place. It’s easy for her to warm up to people as she’s desperate to forge connections untouched by tragedy, even if she feels she doesn’t deserve it. Vanessa has issues with following directions and taking instructions, as in the past she felt like she had to do what people told her so nobody would get hurt, and she’s trying to take the reins of her life back.

As Vanny, however, her personality does a 180. Vanny is gleefully sadistic and bears no remorse for what happens to any of her victims. She treats killing like a childish game and can be seen skipping around or treating it like tag or hide and seek. She’s very dangerous and should be avoided.

something your muse struggles with: Loneliness; Vanessa has been alone the majority of her life. She blames herself for what happened with her parents and the loss of one of them, and she’s developed depression and anxiety from it. Following the events of Help Wanted and Security Breach, Vanessa is trying to make up for all the terrible things she did but acknowledges nothing will ever clean her slate and the guilt follows her everywhere. She also hates dark rooms and enclosed spaces.

your muse’s greatest strength: She is so stubborn, she doesn’t do things halfway. Vanessa’s dedicated to atoning for her crimes and will go out of her way to do things for the people she harmed, such as taking Gregory in and giving him a home when he was homeless. Despite her anxieties, she’s not afraid to speak her mind. Vanessa’s used to getting things done her way and doesn’t like to bend or compromise. 

history / background: [NOTE: FNAF is stupid and just retconned the identity of her mind virus and i have no idea how this new guy would affect her so im electing to ignore it<3]

Vanessa was an only child to an unnamed mother and her father, Bill. Their marriage didn’t last long and the divorce resulted in a messy custody battle. Bill manipulated Vanessa into giving a false testimony in court and the fallout caused her mother to take her own life. Vanessa never really recovered or processed this, and she just compartmentalized it. She didn’t have a lot of friends growing up either as she was typically the class “weird kid” and instead buried herself in cartoons and computers. She took a liking to the latter and got pretty good at understanding programming and what makes a computer function.

When she was immediately able Vanessa moved out. At the age of 20 she got a job as a video game beta tester. However this would prove to be a turning point for the worst, as she was just the wrong person in the wrong place. Vanessa was assigned to beta test a game series called ‘Five Nights at Freddy’s’, made to make fun of the company’s bad press. Security log tapes were hidden in the game for the next tester, now Vanessa, detailing some sort of anomaly present in the game files. In Fazbear Entertainment’s desire to speed up development progress they sent some old circuit boards over to be scanned in and in doing so they scanned an old Spring Bonnie board in, allowing the soul of William Afton- “Glitchtrap” to attach himself to the game. Now trapped in the FNAF game he needed a way out of the digital world and into the real world: through a person. The security log tapes were meant to instruct Vanessa on how to get rid of him, but they set her up so that Glitchtrap invaded her mind and locked away her free will.

Vanessa was now his reluctant follower, and she developed a persona when carrying out Glitchtrap’s will: Vanny.

I will vaguely gloss over their scheme so as not to bore you, dear reader, but essentially, they were trying to figure out how to bring William Afton back to life. To do that they needed lots of remnant- a remnant of the human soul- and his body back. Currently Fazbear Entertainment was building a mega entertainment complex over the site of William’s charred robot body, so when it was finished in 2021, Vanessa got a job there as a security guard– with some minor hacking to ensure her position along the way. She used her new job to spread the Glitchtrap virus through the pizzaplex and inhabit its systems and new set of animatronics. Similarly Vanny would venture down into the buried pizzeria where William’s corpse was to piece it back together. Glitchtrap instructed her on how to acquire remnant, and she would need a lot of it to restore him.

Over the course of 6 months residents around Hurricane Utah went missing, creating a stockpile of remnant. All was going according to plan and neither of them could have suspected their undoing would come in the form of the homeless kid, Gregory. Much like Vanessa years prior, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, having snuck into the pizzaplex and Vanny recognized he didn’t have any guest profile and seemed as good a next victim as any.

The plot of Security Breach proceeds as normal. Gregory ends up locked in the pizzaplex and evades Vanessa and Vanny with Glamrock Freddy’s assistance until 6am when the doors open next. As the hour draws closer, Vanny and Glitchtrap get desperate in trying to track Gregory down. This leads to a confrontation where Vanny commands bots to disassemble Freddy while she’s intent on getting to Gregory. However Gregory runs to her hideout and finds an arcade cabinet that he plays to free her from Glitchtrap’s control (yes, william locked her free will into a video game called princess quest and you have to play 3 in order to free her. Fnaf is normal). And it worked! With the game beaten, Vanny was no more, Glitchtrap was banished from her mind, and Vanessa’s free will was restored.

And she was horrified.

Vanessa, Gregory, and Freddy (now just a head) all escaped the pizzaplex at 6am, eager to put this all behind them forever. Gregory and Freddy moved in with her and she’s working to atone for all the harm she caused and become a figure of support instead of fear in Gregory’s life.

powers / abilities: None

inherent abilities: Hacking + Technological prowess. From a young age she’s liked messing with computers, and hacking into places she shouldn’t be is easy as hell for her. She knows her way around computers and even if presented with something unfamiliar she’s quick to pick it up.

items / weapons:

> Rabbit mask. It stares into your soul.

> Rabbit costume. Self made and patchwork with a big dark blue ribbon on the front. It looks as though stains have been scrubbed off in areas…

> Pink journal. It contains her old diary entries that eventually lead into hastily scrawled notes about remnant, victims, and then back into somewhat normal entries of a woman trying to cope with what happened. Also it’s glittery :)

> Five Nights at Freddy’s VR Game. The game that contains the Glitchtrap virus Vanny uses to infect people with his mind virus and become his followers too.

starting ability: N/A starting item: Pink journal.

extra:

-look. Im sorry. Fnaf is not coherent. There’s like the games canon and then 3 separate book canons and now a movie canon. There is no proper timeline. Security breach is somehow the most incoherent story thus far and for the past year ive filled in plot holes and tried solving things  AND THEN. THE GODDAMN BOOKS CAME OUT AND TRIED EXPLAINING THE STORY AND WE STILL KNOW NOTHING AND I DONT LIKE IT! So thats why most of this is headcanon based-an in-game email says she has a rainbow streak in her hair.

My god this bitch is gay! Good for her! Good for her!

-she’s the current leader of the we-hate-william-afton club as its prior members are dead

-this isnt important but i hc she dresses in vaguely casual harajuku inspired fashion :D

discord id: ARE YOU HAVING FUN YET?#7193

#xc application #mun: sammi #mare cosmia

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (438): Mon 29th May 2023

I stayed off the internet all day so that I wouldn’t have the results of last nights AEW Double or Nothing pay per view spoiled for me. The battle royal featuring Orange Cassidy defending his International Championship against 20 different challengers was more entertaining than I expected but seriously fuck Tony Khan for having Jay White and Ricky Starks wasted in this fucking thing. It's cool that Cassidy had had the belt so long and he can use the fact that he now has more successful title defenses than any other AEW male wrestler to big himself up but I would have much preferred it if these successful title defenses came after feuds rather than just issuing open challenge after open challenge. The ladder match between Wardlow and Christian Cage was really good and was a great way for Wardlow to rebound after his sucky feud with Powerhouse Hobbs, hopefully they keep the momentum going and get Wardlow into another high profile feud straight away. Toni Storm beating Jamie Hayter for the Women's championship was certainly unexpected as I assumed that if any of The Outcasts was going to take it off her it would be Saraya. I'll be honest I wasn't very big on Hayter winning the belt in the first place. Not that she isn't good but just because there are better wrestlers than her on the roster who could have benefitted from the win, though I'm hoping this loss is going to set in motion a separation from and feud with Britt Baker. Kris Statlander returning and breaking Jade Cargill's legendary undefeated streak was really shocking. I'm a fan of Statlander so I'm happy for her but I still think AEW missed the mark by not going all out with her alien character and having it be full tongue in cheek like The Hurricane or Broken Matt Hardy. The world title Four Pillars match was amazing with all four participants pulling their weight even though I knew there was no chance that any of the three challengers would walk away with the title. The highlight was seeing all of them hit moves paying homage to their mentors with MJF hitting a Cross Rhodes, Jungle Boy hitting a Killswitch, Darby with a Scorpion Death Drop and Sammy with a Walls of Jericho. MJF also brilliantly covered for this not being the main event of the show by saying that he requested not to go on last because he didn't want to roll around in Jon Moxley's blood. This guy is a fucking genius. The main event pitting The Elite against the Blackpool Combat Club was amazing with the action going all over the arena and blood from every man being spilled. I enjoyed the spot where the Bucks double superkicked the lead singer of The Violent Idols to stop him playing Wild Thing. The finish of the match came as Don Callis interfered followed by his new protégé Konosuke Takeshita who cost The Elite the match. As excited as I am to see Takeshita paired up with Callis as he's one of the best hype men in the business (second only to Heyman), I'm also a tad disappointed because this seems to be confirmation that The Elite's feud with the BCC is going to continue and thus Punk's first feud back isn't going to be with The Elite.

[very-nice-very-evil]

rampage live thoughts

very excited to start off with best friends v dark order. really want best friends to win, but know they'll give it to dark order for that hangman v elite story.

no matter what, i saw strong zero immediately followed up by an awful waffle tonight.

match aside, i am real glad chuck is growing his hair out again bc it caters specifically to my taste lmaoo

roll up pins are bullshit and i hate them.

honestly i am okay with dark order moving on, i do really like them. this was a really entertaining match and it did a great job of highlighting all their strengths. still hate it for best friends that they are presumably once again getting passed over.

always a treat to see ray fenix, so that was a good palate cleanser.

idk why we're doing this exact match again unless they plan to have a different result. i used to like watching tay but she and sammy are just not it right now.

LMAOOOO can't wait for this to get run a third time 🫠

i know a lot of people want jade to drop the belt but low key i hope she just keeps it. like why the hell not.

sitting through this commercial break being bitter that best friends v dark order wasn't the main event with a full entrances. idk how it was on tv, but on fite it started out with everyone in the ring already and pretty much jumped straight into it.

feeling slightly less bitter to see swerve in our glory, the acclaimed, and top guys all within a few minutes. honestly aew truly does have a great tag division.

congrats to qt for getting to be in the main event, jobbing it with prestige.

ricky starks is great and should be in the running for aew's next main character. he's always so entertaining to watch and is so great on the mic.

thank you paul turner for being the only ref to correctly notice things.

oh hobbs, we're really in it now.

well that's it. hope everyone i don't like loses on sunday.

#wrassletalk #aew

[punktr]

Good Intentions

hook x reader 

warnings; a few cuss words, injury

requested by anon!

I hope you enjoy!! 🥺🖤

*I do not own this gif!*

Gif credit to @backfliptopancake​

You and Hook had both debuted recently and the fans loved to ship you two together. You never really interacted that much backstage, but you were very similar in many ways, especially with how you both carried yourselves in the ring. Which had led to Tony suggesting you join Team Taz, thinking it would be something the fans would enjoy since they obviously thought you and Hook were a good match already.

At first it was awkward with you having more of an introverted attitude, but eventually you got along with the boys pretty well. You and Hook found the shipping of you two quite entertaining, eventually deciding to see how far the two of you could push it just to mess with the fans. Hook started to do subtle things on camera like step closer to you when other guys were around, putting an arm around your shoulder during an interview, or even holding your hand on the way to the ring.

Inevitably, you and Hook started to catch real feelings for each other. Everyone could see it, Ricky, Hobbs, most people backstage, even Hooks dad could see that the two of you were deeply in love with each other. You and Hook were always together, wherever one of you went the other followed, even constantly holding hands or leaning onto each other. After a while the guys got tired of how oblivious the both of you were and put together a plan.

After some convincing the boys got Tony to put together a match, you and Hook versus Sammy Guevara and Tay Conti. You were excited and nervous at the same time about wrestling with Hook, you knew together you would be undefeatable so you had no worries going into the match. The match was going smoothly until Tay hit you with a roundhouse kick that immediately made you nauseous, the whole room was spinning and your body fell down like a bag of bricks. Hook could tell something was wrong and jumped into the ring, shoving the ref out of the way when he attempted to hold him back.

“Hey, hey talk to me baby girl, are you okay?” Hook asked you worriedly. He could see the pain in your expression and it only confirmed his worries when all you could do was barely shake your head no. Not knowing what was going on Sammy hopped into the ring, pulling Hook away from you and slapping him. Hook slammed Sammy to the mat with fire in his eyes, glaring daggers into the man beneath him.

“She’s hurt you fucking idiot.” Hook shouted, immediately redirecting his attention back to you and helping you out of the ring, making the fans awe and adding more fuel to the shipping flames. The bell rang and Justin announced the match would be counted as no contest due to injury. Once in the trainer's room you kept apologizing to Hook for costing the match, but he reassured you every single time that he didn’t care and your health was more important to him.

“You called me baby girl out there.” You spoke quietly after a moment of silence. You liked the nickname and you were worried he only did it to keep the facade up. You couldn’t help but giggle at Hook’s cheeks turning pink in response. Hook looked down and took a deep breath.

“I watched the girl I love get kicked in the head extremely hard and fall to the ground, I panicked. Can you blame me?” Hook chuckled. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face at his response. Hook gently pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. He was in the middle of telling you about the moment he realized his feelings for you when the boys entered the room, giddy looks on their faces. Looking up at them you were confused until Ricky opened his mouth.

“Ok listen, we had good intentions and we didn’t think (Y/N) would get hurt, but we convinced Tony to put together the match in hopes you two would finally realize your feelings for each other and it looks like our plan worked!” Ricky exclaimed.

“Minus your concussion of course, we're really sorry.” Ricky apologized, making you laugh. Even though you were concussed and not cleared to wrestle, you couldn’t be happier. You had the best group of friends and now the best boyfriend you could ever wish for.

#hook fanfic #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #hook imagines #aew hook imagines #aew hook fic #aew hook fanfic #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanficton #wrestling fanfic #wrestling x reader #aew x reader #aew hook x reader #wrestling masterlist #wrestling fics #aew imagines #wrestling imagines

[thecryptidart1st]

siblings, not by blood, but by circumstance

ALRIGHT SO

if you remember me ranting about this video like two months ago, this is where i now explain things:

First of all, I’m in the “Vanessa the Security Guard and Vanny the Reluctant Follower are one and the same” camp. I mean how many variations of ‘Vanessa’ mentions do we have in AR and Special Delivery. If they end up being different characters, I’ll be very surprised

And now after weeks stewing in the video, I bring new lore to the Soldered Wires AU timeline:

-Vanessa/Vanny is Michael Afton’s daughter, but he never knew she existed (at first)

-Basically Michael got so desperate for money at one point in the early 90s that he donated some sperm

-And then he got scooped

-Vanny is born in 1993

-She probably had the most normal childhood out of everyone in this story, but I like to think that she had problems with her mother the same way Michael had issues with William

-She gets a degree in video game programming and ends up working for misc. video game companies

-Sometime in her 20s, she tries finding out who she really is by trying to find Michael

-Luckily for her, Michael never signed the form preventing the bank from disclosing his information

-Also luckily for her, he left the address to his childhood home

-The last thing she expected to find in the abandoned house was Michael and Sammy searching for clues and possibly Michael’s birth certificate because…

-Gregory is Sammy Emily’s son

-A short time after getting married, Sammy and Michael agree to having a child through in vitro fertilization (though they had some difficulty at first because Michael’s birth certificate was missing and assumingly still at the Afton household

-Given Michael being technically undead, Sammy has to be the donor

-Gregory is born in 2017

-Michael is of course awkward with Vanny at first; he’s not ready to be a dad, especially for someone he’s never been in her life for, but after hearing Vanny mention how she had to leave her mom’s house because she couldn’t stand the emotional abuse, suddenly he could relate to her on a personal level and the two slowly get along

-Although Michael always makes sure that Vanny never realizes his true appearance and tends to avoid answering questions about the Afton family; he feels she shouldn’t be burdoned about his past, the murders at the pizzerias, or William

-Though she chooses to live on her own, Sammy and Michael tell her that she’s always welcome in their home

-Vanny frequently visited the Emily-Afton household, so Gregory grew up knowing her as a much older sister figure, but since she didn’t live with them, he never got to truly know her

-Vanny then works for the AR team involved with Fazbear Entertainment and gets glitchtrapped

-She takes in odd jobs while recovering from this/slowly becoming William’s reluctant follower

-After Michael’s ‘death’, Sammy moves to working full-time so he can provide for Gregory and avoid his grief like a true Emily man like his father before

-Vanny is asked to be a caretaker for Gregory while he’s working

-Gregory becomes a sassy af kid because its how he copes losing one dad and not seeing his other dad as often anymore

-Sammy’s also adamant that neither kid will ever be involved with Fazbear Entertainment ever again, especially with Gregory asking what happened to Michael

-Cut to a few years later, Vanny goes behind Sammy’s back and gets hired as a security guard at the new Pizzaplex

-One evening, Sammy has to do a night shift at the police department and asks Vanny to keep an eye on Gregory

-And Vanny suddenly has to report for work and drags Gregory along

-And then assumingly Security Breach happens .<.

(My guess is this game takes place in 2027, so I figured that Gregory is like 10 1/2 years old, and Vanny is 34 yo)

SO IN SUMMARY:

Vanny is William Afton’s granddaughter & Michael’s daughter

Gregory is Henry Emily’s grandson & Sammy’s son

NEW AFTON VS EMILY RIVALRY/PARALLELS

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #gregory #fnaf gregory #gregory emily afton #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanessa #vanny #fnaf security breach #soldered wires #soldered wires au #millenial sister #gen alpha brother #lore drop #possible spoilers for sb? #also i hid some spooks #find them

[soft-persephone]

Scattered Promises Ch. 2 Din Djarin x F!OC

 WC: 2.2K

Masterlist // CH.1  // CH.3

R: T // warnings very per chapter. no minors.

Summery: They arrive at Madalor and Amiyra learns something new about Din. 

Amiyra woke up alone, ignoring the disappointment that stirred inside of her.

Stretching, she felt her way around the Mandalorian’s makeshift bunker until she had to result to pushing several buttons to get the door open. 

She was never going to get used to the buttons.

Stepping into the cockpit she sees that they are  still in hyperspace, the stars were moving at a hypnotizing state.

The allure of space and travel died inside of her long before she could remember. She grew up wishing for a chance to do something with her life outside of the castle walls, going to space on an adventure. Perhaps to help keep the peace between her homeworld and the Empire or bring something back they need. But now, she’s gotten more space travel than she ever need or wanted. 

Now she was on her way to a new world.

Maybe it'll be her new home. Maybe it was another stop until she ended up going somewhere else, or maybe she would settle for her children.  

 Her life was no longer about her or her own needs, and she found comfort in that. As long as Samuel and Jasmin grew up somewhere without the need to worry for their survival and into their own people, she would be okay. 

 Silver Mando. . .Din, seemed good. If the rest of them were like him or Penny she wouldn’t have to worry much about the people they would become. Mandalorians were good. . . .They would be good. 

 Stepping down the latter, Amiyra momentarily paused to hear the conversation taking place.

“So Mandalorians are all about fighting?”

A low modulated chuckle filled up the room, “Not all, but it is a large part of our culture. More important than fighting, it's about taking care of our own. You could use the word family in basic but it's deeper than that, it's our clan. And the clan is connected by our creed, if you follow that and hold it in your heart, it will never forsake you.”

 “Good morning..” she muttered softly. 

 “Momma!” Jaz hurriedly threw her arms around her and looked up at her with big wistful eyes, “Din says Madalor has tons of other children with lots of fun stuff to do, and he says it's really safe so you don’t have to worry about me if I went out the house to find someone to play with.”

 “That sounds great, baby!” she smiled for Jasmine’s sake.

She wasn’t not excited. Just wary. . . and perhaps tired. 

 Jaz takes turns between asking Din questions and making plans for the future, asking her if it was okay and every time, she tells her yes or we’ll see when we get there. 

 Amongst the budding excitement, most of the flight was uneventful.

Sammy happily brought handfuls of random nails and odd bits of metal from various places on the ship and dump them  in Din’s lap.

”Help.” he smiled wildly with all the pride a toddler could muster.

 “Thank you, Adika.” Din patted his head. “You are very helpful.”

Every time he would thank him just like that.

Never angry or frustrated.

 It made her feel warm. With what she could not place. 

 Sammy took his hand and tugged on his gloves.

 Amiyra reached to stop him, but Din waved her off and took off his gloves, giving them to him. 

 With a smile he took them and sat in Din’s  lap, putting his hands in and out of them. After a few thoughtful seconds, he began flapping them around with a thorny grin. 

“You could have woken me up. I would have gladly helped you entertain them as we travel.”

 “No need,” he shifted up to get more comfortable against the wall., “the medicine makes you drowsy the first time you use it, and. . .you needed the sleep.”

 His visor locked onto her gaze and while she couldn’t see him or know exactly where his face lay exactly in the helmet, she knew he was looking at her. 

 She couldn’t take it.

She was used to being overlooked. She was used to fighting and clawing her way through every battle. Fighting everyday for her survival, and praying she makes it home in time to put dinner on the table and tuck her babies in for the night, doing it all again the next day. 

“I. . .can we. . .will. . .” she paused and opened her mouth to say something, but he grabbed her hand and placed it in his lap where he was holding Sammy.

 His hands were callused with use but not scratchy or hard. They were surprisingly warm and soft. His thumb brushed over her fingertips and nails before grazing over her knuckles.

 He repeated the action over and over. 

 It wasn’t purposeful, yet it was full of intention.

His thumb brushed over the lines of her fingers and wrote subliminal messages on her palms. She found the warmth of his hand to be comforting and grounding.

It's to repay him back for everything.

It's the least she could do after he took her family onto his ship to go to his homewolrd.

That's the reason she settled on, but in reality, Amiyra was equally content with watching him caress and study the features of her hand. 

He turned over her palm and started his routine with her fingers again.

His thumb started to trace every line on the underside of her hand. From her fingers to her palms.

Upon reaching the scar at her wrist, his hand stilled for a moment. He stared intentionally before continuing again.

He rubbed at the scar just as gently, but instead of a comforting warmth, she began to feel hot and uneasy at his ministrations, and she quickly pulled her hand away without thinking. 

His helmet snapped to her face.

 “I'm sorry, I–” 

 The lights flashed red and several alarms and noises paraded throughout the ship. 

Silver Mando rushed up the ladder, and Amiyra followed him. He pushed a series of buttons and levers faster than her eyes can follow.

 “Is everything okay? We're not plummeting to our death are we? Is that even possible in space?” 

“We breached the atmosphere while you were sleeping. Looks like the capacitors have burnt out somehow. Ship might not have been able to take being in hyperspace that long.”

 “DIN YOUR CAPACITORS ARE FIRED! HOW ARE YOU STILL IN THE AIR? YOU NEED TO LAND NOW!”

 “I think I already knew that.” He but back. “If you can't tell, I’m already working on landing.”

 Din turned off comms. With a quickness and efficiency Amiyra could not comprehend, switching several buttons and pulled sever levers in the process. 

“Strap everyone down and then do the same for you.” He ordered.  “This isn’t going to be an easy landing, but I can make sure we can get to ground inh one piece.” His seat swung to the other side, and he mashed more buttons before strapping himself in as well, pulling the ship controls tightly, “We will have to move fast and efficiently to get out before the gas hits the wires and the ship explodes– .”

 Din kept explaining things, but Amiyra had stopped listening after the world exploded. 

You trust him. You trust him. You trust him. You trust him. You trust him.

  Piece of junk for a ship aside, there were some nice moments that happened as they walked. 

 Sammy and Jasmin had only been on two massive desert planets their whole life so far.

It was nice to watch them as they traversed through the forest.

 Din was practically breathing down her neck. The only thing stopping him is the helmet and armor.

She tried not to think about it, but there was something reassuring about the solid weight of his chest brushing against her back as they walked. 

 How neither of them tripped over each yet will forever remain a mystery. 

 “Mama, mama!” Sammy quickly toddled off in a random direction and on autopilot she jogged after him. 

 There was a pond. Quaint fish leaping frogs jumping onto unexpecting lilies, birds chirping all around, and cranes dipping their bills leisurely in and out of the water for food. 

 It had been so long since she had seen anything so green and wet. 

 “Plaaaay?” Sammy asked, looking up at them with his big brown eyes.

 Din was about to say no, that they should keep going before it gets dark. 

 “Please, Din.” She begged. Only a few minutes.” 

 He gave her his name the other night, but she didn't plan on using it. After all of this is over, he might not even be around that much. But none of that mattered in this instance. 

 “Alright bud, you get 10 minuets. If you don’t make a fuss when it is time to go, I will take you on an adventure back here  one day if your mother says it's okay.”

 In less than five minutes everyone’s pants legs were rolled up, and they were playing with the fish and frogs in the pond.

At first she wasn’t so sure.

”What if the water isn’t clean and we all get sick? What if some wild snake comes and bite someone?”

”Then we’d all get sick or someone might die.” He deadpanned.

”DIN!” 

“I’m only kidding. There’s nothing dangerous about this pond.” He chuckled. “I’ve been here thousands of time as a child, and so have many others.”

”Don’t joke like that,” she hissed at him.

Din sighed before putting Sammy all the way down in the water. He giggled profusely before trying to grab a fish with his hands once more.

reaching, Amiyra he wrapped his arms around her, “I’m sorry I upset you. I don’t mean to sound like I take you and your family’s safety lightly.” 

Amiyra nodded solemnly before turning around to splash him with water.

“Cheater!” He roared before splashing her back.

Jasmine didn’t want to play at all. More excited to get to their destination, but once Din joined in on the fun, it didn’t look so uncool. 

 Din did not want the day to end. He hadn’t been this content and carefree since he found Grogu.

 Jasmine had long since fallen asleep when they took their second break in the entire trip,  and he had scooped her up into his arms without a thought.

 Sammy had fallen asleep right after they played in the pond.

Just thinking about that moment makes his heart ache.

 He took a glance at Amiyra holding Sammy alongside him.

She walked slower with him in her arms, and he actively slowed his pace without saying anything not even noticing.

 Din took a sideways glance at Amiyra and noticed her eyes drifting shut from time to time as they walked.

He needed to get them somewhere warm and safe.  

He cursed at himself. 

He should have taken the time to  choose a better ship before making his impromptu escape with Paz.  

Oh, that's right. If he remembers correctly, it was Paz’s fault he ended up choosing an unfinished repaired ship.

He planned to leave on the night of the 6th day of the week, but Paz announced he decided to leave early with or without him, and he couldn’t even prompt anyone about his trip or plan to sneak away with the proper supplies like he planned.

Upon the arrival of the city, Din watched Amiyra’s stunned expression. She eyed the large  stone walls scattered with mini statues of mythosaurs. The more she took in the city with silent stupor, he couldn’t help the swell of pride that filled his chest. 

 “I don't know what I expected, but I can't say it was anything like this.”  

It was a city. A real city with several levels, clean cobbled streets, and bustling with activity on every corner. Up and far away the highest city level, and towards the center, she spotted what could only be the castle of their ruler and residence of the royal family and dignitaries, whoever they may be.  

“Fair. . . most people believe we still live in tents in the wilderness, hunting mythosaurs with spears and living off the land.” 

She smiled.  

“You're so funny.” she smiled at him. Carefree and wild.  “How about–” 

“Your highness!” A sharp shrill voice announced a few yards away from them. “Where. Were. you.” she hissed.  

“You can not leave at your own will whenever you please. You have a kingdom to run, people who depend on you, and  an example to set! You–”

 “You rule here?” Amiyra asked. “You're a king?” 

The pride and joy Din felt escaped him. This was not something he expected would grant him such a timid and frightful gaze.

He vowed to himself to talk to her as soon as possible about it. 

 “I am sure the king would like to believe his people would be proud to know they have a ruler who will go to whatever lengths necessary to make sure its people are safe and happy.” Din’s voice was flat and uninterested, and he hated to see Amiyra noticed.

 “Who is this?” the red haired lady scrunched her nose and turned her face up at Amiyra.

 “I would do well with watching your tone when addressing the citizens you often claim to serve and protect.”

 ‘Is that what you’ve been doing? Recruiting citizens? We don't need you to stand on soap boxes on other planets moaning about our cause. Those who are worthy will be here and those who are not won’t. ”

 “She can come with me, and one of the Sisters of Silence can watch her children.” The armorer interrupted.

She had a knack for appearing, seemingly out of nowhere. 

 Din wanted time to talk to Amiyra himself about the realities of her new home and what it means, but the Armorer would do a far better job than he ever could.

 Hopefully she wont fall short of Penny’s high praise. 

 Amiyra hesitated before grabbing his arm and looking directly at him,

He savored  the direct eye contact she rarely offers.He clasped her hand in reassurance. Before holding her hand and us during her to go. 

“No one keeps the armorer waiting when called upon.” He said softly. 

 She opened her mouth to say something but quickly receded. He can tell from how her eyes flickered back and forth and the tentative steps she took away from him.

 This is the way. He whispered to her.

 Holding his gaze for several moments. She nodded and then followed the armorer to her station. 

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Hello Everyone! I've been conspiring with @sammy-jo1977 to create a new series of sorts. We want to explore all those characters that started us on our journey into Fandoms, large and small.

This series will be a place for those ladies and gents who haven't had a lot of attention recently, are old favorites or the ones you can't seem to shake. If you would like to contribute a chapter to this guide, please send me a message! We want to have a full and accurate guide, so we are hoping you'll hop in with your character of expertise!

As an example, I'm posting our first story... I'd love to get your thoughts! With Love - Your WordyNerdyGurl

In The Stacks - A Rupert Giles Story

Author’s Note:  This story is due, in large part, to my beta-bestie @sammy-jo1977 and it is part of the afore mentioned series.  This character might be off television, but his fiery spirit lives on!! As always, reblogs/ shares are encouraged as are comments and love!

Pairing:  Female Reader x Giles (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series) Summary:  You get up to mischief with the librarian, in the stacks. Warnings:  SMUT ahead.  General Buffy knowledge might help, but is not required.  There’s a moment with a bit of blood, but hopefully nothing too triggering for anyone! I hope you enjoy!

“Mr. Giles?” “Just a moment!”  You heard the clipped British voice answer before being drowned out by the heavy thumping of falling books and the rustling sound of shifting papers hitting the floor. As you stepped further into the Sunnydale High library, you weren’t surprised to see the familiar faces of Buffy, Willow, Xander and Cordelia huddled around a small table.  The friends were practically inseparable and clearly close.  You found their kinship adorable and couldn’t help smiling at the group as you drew closer. “Hello to some of my best students!  And of course, to you Mr. Harris.  How is everyone today?”

Willow, stalwart student and overachiever, smiled broadly, “Pretty good.  I did ace my math quiz and got an A on my English paper… but, well, I only pulled a B on my Bio test and I just know that I could have done better.” Offering her friend a consoling pat to the shoulder, Buffy sighed, “It’s ok, Will.  You’ll get those cells next time!” “Tune in next week as Willow passes her AP Biology test with flying colors, on ‘As Sunnydale Turns’!” Before anyone could counter, Giles came around the corner carrying a sturdy stack of texts which he dropped onto the table as gently as the large load allowed, “As always, you four are the best assistants a librarian could ask for.” “Come on Giles!  You know I only hang out here for the beautiful ladies!” Pinching the bridge of his strong nose, Rupert Giles sighed, “I am well aware of where your interests lie, Xander.” “Please, he can hardly handle being with one beautiful girl.”  That was from Cordelia who pouted prettily, her hand mirror open as she fixed her hair. “My girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen!  Thanks for that, Cordy.” Snapping the case shut, staring down her beau, she smiled, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, Mr. Giles, if I may?”  You hated to interrupt but you had come in with a purpose and you meant to see it through. “Yes, of course, how can I help?” Shuffling your feet, a bit nervous now with the asking, you smiled shyly, “I asked at the local library but they were absolutely no help.  You see, I’m looking for a specific point of reference and I was led to believe that you could help me.” “Oh!  Is it something for our Inner Vision collage boards?  I love working on mine, only… It’s not my fault that I only see dark clouds and blood when I close my eyes.” “Well, Miss Summers, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  And the best art challenges us to see that beauty.” “I hate to tell you what I see when I close my eyes.”  Xander retorted. “Ah, Mr. Harris, your collage certainly showcases your, ahem, cultured world view.” “Hey!  The Simpsons are fine art, ok?  Just because they don’t live in a museum doesn’t mean they aren’t culture.” Giles, unable to stand by any longer griped, “Xander, I am almost positive that cartoons do not count as culture.” You started to answer but Buffy cut you short, adding, “Don’t mind Giles.  If it doesn’t come out of some dirty, dusty old book it can’t be culture.” “It’s pop culture!  The entertainment of my generation!” It was your turn to cut in, turning to the tweed clad gentleman, “Actually, Mr. Giles, Xander has a point.  Cartoons and animation in general are all increasingly seen as valid forms of art.  No matter what your tomes might tell you.” Smirking a little, he appraised your answer before replying, “Be that as it may, Mr. Harris, the amount of television you consume is corrosive.” Raising his hands in defense, Xander’s head swiveled between the two of you as Willow chimed in, “Give it up, Xander.  You know you’ll never win and besides, I’m pretty sure that animation and art are different.  Wait.  They are, aren’t they?” “When I was in Rome last summer, the very attractive, very Italian tour guide told us that they’ve found painted graffiti on the Coliseum.  It only goes to prove that times change but people don’t.” “Cordy’s right!  About the art, not the dishy Italian.  And they didn’t paint it, they carved it.”  Bouncing her blonde hair decisively, Buffy made her declaration.   “Wouldn’t paint be easier?  I mean, who wants to carry a chisel in order to deface a wall?” “Oh!  Oh!  I know this!  The kind of paint needed to last for centuries hadn’t been invented yet!”  Willow, lifting out of her seat in the excitement of academic excellence, was giddy. “Yes, Willow, that is correct.  In fact, a lot of the graffiti is simple and very crude.  Mostly of the phallus, if memory serves.  I’m sure I can find a documented case in Agrippa if you’ll all just-” And you watched as everyone rolled their eyes as Giles trailed off, lost now in the hunt for a specific volume which could be sited, should further proof be needed. “Ew.  Pass.” “I’m with Buffy here, Giles.  Keep your Grecian graffiti out of my brain.” “I’ll stick with the Simpsons, thank you very much.” “Yes, well.  It’s not Grecian at all, is it?  It’s Roman-” Smiling broadly, Buffy hopped off the table, “Giles is right.  The Greeks were more into orgies!” “Buffy!”  Willow’s shocked response made you cover a laugh with a fake cough. “-Of course, cites are rare.  Very difficult to find documentation.”  Giles, typically, hadn’t given up the search. Cutting through the chatter, louder than it ever needed to be, the period bell sounded. "Ugh.  Gym class for me.  Why is this even a thing?" "I don't know Buffy, I thought you liked showing off in your little shorts and beating the boys at basketball." "Cordy, that's enough.  And while us boys do love looking at you, Buff... we don't love the beatings you regularly deliver." "Well, I have a free period Giles!  Do you want me to stay and -" Snapping shut the leather book he was gripping, Giles caught your eye and turned to the peppy student, "Uh, no Willow, I don't think so.  I believe I need to see what our Art Department is in need of at the moment." With a shrug, Willow began packing up her belongings as Xander slung his back back over his shoulder, "Will, you can come with me.  I'm going to find a nice little corner, under a tree, and sleep away my study hall." “But, I… I could help find the Agrippa?  Or… some other old Roman book?” Xander wrapped an arm around Willow and took Cordelia’s open hand, “But why do that when nothing calls?” "Another fine example of your scholastic aptitude, Mr. Harris", was your parting shot at the foursome as they walked out the door. "Well. Mr. Giles, now that we’re alone… Could I talk you into helping me out?" “Of course, of course.”  Pushing his glasses further up his nose, fixing his light eyes on yours, “What are we looking for?” Sighing deeply, knowing the chances were slim, “I was hoping we would find some examples of Pre-Columbian deity carvings.” Pausing, his look serious, Giles peered at you, “Interesting.  Anything in particular?” “Yes, actually.”  Again you flushed, more than a little flustered at what you were really looking for, “I’m researching fertility icons.” Raising his eyebrows, Giles started, more than a little outside of his comfort zone, but you had to give him credit.  He recovered from the shock rather quickly, “Oh… I… I see.  Well yes, I’m sure we can find… something.  If you’ll follow me, please.” “I’m right behind you.”  Biting into your bottom lip, you smiled to yourself.  Right behind Mr. Giles?  What a place to be.  Giles led the young art teacher through the deepest stacks of the library, pausing once or twice to confirm that she was keeping up with him.  He was ashamed to admit that he had lost travelers a time or two as he stalked through his overstuffed shelves, knowing instinctively where to find the book he needed most. For her, watching the tweed covered bottom of Mr. Giles was no hardship.  True, he was older and tad bit reserved in the best British way, yet she had the sneaking suspicion that underneath all the wool and starched cotton was the heart of a wild man poet. "Uh... just a bit further, I'm afraid.  Books like this, well, I keep them at a greater remove." "It makes sense.  Don't want the kiddos getting a hold of anything too tantalizing." "Of course not.  As you well know, they don't need much help in the libidinous response department." You chuckled softly, nodding as the air around you grew stuffier, "Too true!  You should see what some of them turn in and call art.  It would make a blind man blush." And at the mention of blushing, you were shocked to see a rosy hue grow on Mr. Giles' cheeks.  You liked it.  It reminded you of the high color in a Vermeer painting.  You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly at the thought, "Mr. Giles, have you ever seen a South American fertility statue?" "I can't say that I have... have... have you?"  Something about the idea of you examining an ancient artifact directly connected to sexual congress made his body stir.  "Hmm... Oh, yes.  I was able to study in Mexico for a semester.  Some of the art work is just incredible and the carvings, they're truly magnificent.  Carefully made.  Usually stone or..." swallowing hard, your throat suddenly dry, "hard wood." Breaking fast at the implication in your words, Giles froze in place which caused you to press directly against his broad, vest covered back.  You had a second to register the soft scent of his aftershave; something spicy and masculine, which made your mouth water.  Moaning quietly, you offered a weak apology, “Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Giles.” Offering you his profile, the bookcases too cramped for him to turn around fully, you saw his sweet smile, “That’s… that’s quite alright.  In fact, we’re here.” Stepping out of the way, you pushed back against the opposite wall, the shelves digging into your spine in the confined space.  Giles bent over, giving you a great view of his backside, as he extracted a slim book from the bottommost ledge.  When he stood up, directly in front of you, the narrow, book covered alcove caused him to stumble. Giles’ chest collided with your own, forcing the air out of your lungs.  Instinctively, you lifted a leg, curling it over the swell of one trousered hip and lifting the hem of your knee length plaid kilt.  Nose to nose in a compromising position, you exhaled a shaky breath as Mr. Giles inhaled, “Close quarters around here.” Shifting under his deceptively hard figure, it was difficult to ignore all the places that were firm to the touch, especially when you could feel so much through the thin barrier of your cotton panties.  Bracing one arm on the obliging shelf biting into your shoulder, Giles pushed back a bit, lifting his weight off of you without making any other attempts to move away.  He was so close now.  Close enough to feel your fuzzy sweater and all the soft skin that trembled beneath it.  Close enough to see the pound of your pulse in your throat.  Close enough that when you licked over your bottom lip Giles could almost taste it too.  And why shouldn’t he?  “Giles?”  Your voice was whisper soft, fanning hotly over the face of your colleague. “Uh… yes?” “I’m stuck.” Blinking behind his thick lenses, it took the normally quick witted Brit a second to process your words, “You’re stuck?” Nodding slowly, your hair curling over your cheek, “My… My skirt.  It’s… uh, caught.  Caught on something behind me.” “Good heavens!  I’m so sorry, let me help you.”  Slowly, Giles lowered your bare leg to the floor, his hand lingering for a second longer than absolutely necessary.  He was still in your space.  Still incredibly close to you. You arched away from the bookcase in an attempt to free yourself with a groan that sounded heady in the stuffy stacks.  All you managed to do was force your sweater covered décolletage into Giles’ chest.  Stammering, a wave of sweat breaking over his brow, “Allow me?” The way your skirt was caught pulled the bright plaid lower on your waist than you would normally consider decent.  It meant that you had a fleshy strip of skin exposed along your tummy and Giles raised his eyebrows by means of asking permission to touch you.  “Yea, yes.  Please!” Tentatively, gently, you felt the strong fingers of Rupert Giles circle your waist and shivered at the unfamiliar familiarity of his touch.  Your chin rested on his shoulder as he worked and you couldn’t help sighing when he opened his hands and pulled you closer.  Under other circumstances you might have misunderstood the embrace but you were both professionals.  Not that you hadn’t considered the handsome book guardian a time or two before. “I… I think we’re almost there.  If you’ll just, maybe to the right?” “Um, sure.”  Following his directions you twisted in his arms, trying hard not to tear your outfit or rub against Giles.  All the close contact and talk of fertility gods had you feeling a little aroused and it wouldn’t do for your colleague to learn that fact. With a triumphant grunt, Giles set you free, only for gravity to kick back in.  The momentum created by your falling took the gentleman and the entire Grollier’s Gothic Almanac collection with you.  A cascade of papers, scrolls and dust rained down on you both. Coughing, aware that you were laying on something softer than the floor, you struggled into a sitting position, swatting away clouds of disintegrated pages, “Rupert?  Are you alright?” From beneath you a rumbling grumble that sounded like, “Yes quite… you?” was heard.  It was then that you realized exactly where you were.  Straddling your friendly neighborhood librarian, surrounded by debris, but safe, all the same. “Oh my!  I’m so-” “No, No.  Please, don’t apologize.  I’ve been meaning to reorganize this section and well, now it seems I’ve got no choice.” “You’ve got a bump.  Right here…”  Just over his right eye a small bruised egg, the color of lilacs, was starting to rise and you gingerly touched the swelling spot. “Then it will match the one on the back of my head perfectly.” “Poor Giles!  All of this injury in the name of research!” “No one ever tells you the dangers one might encounter in the library.” His dry British wit sent you both into giggles and suddenly nothing could be funnier than the moment you were in with Mr. Giles.  Looking up at you, his fingertip traced over your cheek, suddenly serious, “I’m not the only one with a war wound, it appears.” “Oh?”  Your hand covered his as you realized that you had a small cut, bleeding just a little, over the apple of your jaw.  Smoothing his thumb over your injury, Giles soothed you, saying, “Hush now, I think you’ll live.”  And you watched as Giles sucked the drop of scarlet from the pad there, his green eyes on yours, daring you.  Something about it was so… sinful.  So dark.  So alluring. Then his lips were on yours, suddenly and savagely.  Hands, firm and capable, slid under the fluff of your sweater along your spine as you tangled your own in his dark hair.  Giles, drawing you near, was satisfied only when you were splayed over him, writhing between the piles of text and stacks of piled paperbacks, as his tongue plundered your mouth. Trapped by his bent knees at your bottom, Giles helped center you over the firmness of his excitement, teasing you as you moaned, “Oh, oh Rupert!” “Call me Ripper.”  Before the word had left your throat, Giles was sloppily kissing over your neck, sucking lightly on the skin revealed by the v-neck of your top.  Sitting up quickly, you lifted the soft sweater over your head, tossing it away from you without concern.  Like one of the teenagers you might chastise, you then hugged your lover tight, gasping when you felt the nip of teeth over your bra.  “Giles… Uh, Ripper!  Please, go easy?”  With a hard grip on your upper thigh and one hand on the back of your neck, Giles held you still, smirking, “If you wanted easy you shouldn’t have come looking for fertility icons, my dear little art teacher.  And if this particular article of clothing-” He paused long enough to pinch at your hardening nipple before continuing, “-is dear to you, take it off.” Clenching your abdominals at his crass language, more turned on that you could remember, you reached behind you.  Unhooking the pretty scrap of lace and satin, you shyly covered yourself, biting into your bottom lip, “Fine… Ripper.  Should I be worried for my virtue?” “Absolutely.”  Without waiting for permission, Giles pulled your arms away, exposing your bare body to his blazing gaze, “You have nothing to hide, you know?  You are-” “Just shut up and kiss me, Ripper.”  And he did. Grinding your hips into his, it was impossible to ignore his hardening manhood, even through the fabric of his pressed trousers.  Giles cupped your bottom, under your skirt but over your panties, bouncing you in place as if he was already inside of you.  For your part, you tried to unbutton his pin striped shirt, but the force of his kisses was proving too distracting. “Oh, dear!  Poor thing been kissed senseless?”  He was teasing and cruel, but in the sexiest possible way. Red cheeked and huffing, you nodded, “Yes… let me touch you!” “Tsk… you didn’t say ‘please’.” “Please!  Please, Ripper!  Oh god, please let me!” Unseating you slightly, Giles leaned up on his elbows, cocking his head to one side as he took in the mess he had made of you, “Go ahead then.  Unzip my pants.” “What?” Removing his glasses, eyeing you darkly, “You heard me, I think.” Swallowing hard, your hands shaking with excitement, you reached for Giles’ belt.  Watching him, and only him, you slowly slide the leather from it’s buckle.  When you popped the button of his pants and let your hand drag over his hardened length, Rupert groaned and tossed his head back, “Yes.  Keep going.” Slowly, agonizingly so, you lowered the zipper as you were ordered to do, “What now, Ripper?” “Take me out.  I want you to feel what you do to me.” “I can do that.”  You played it cool, but the saucy words being said in that clipped British baritone did things to you.  They made your thighs tighten, your belly flutter and your breath catch.   Trailing a hand over Giles' barely exposed hip, you moved closer to the prize, your prize, as it pulsed with need.  Wrapping your hand around the meaty girth of Rupert's member, you couldn't help stroking the silky hot skin, so vital in your palm.  That it caused the man beneath you to moan your name only added fuel to the fire of your desire. Slick and sorely wanting, you licked your lips, ready to savor the flavor of your book stacking beau but he stopped you, saying, "Last chance to run back to the studio." "No way… Ripper."  And you felt a rough jerk as your panties were removed by force, the air cool on your overheated core.  Another kiss, full of needful things, distracted you as Giles parted your lower lips with his nimble fingers. Pumping into you, once, twice, just to ensure that you were ready, Rupert swiftly stretched your center.  With your small hand guiding his shaft, you lowered yourself onto the engorged tower of his power, crying out a ragged, "Oh God!" You thought you were capable of handling any man, but the delicious spread Giles' fine form forced you to endure was more than you expected.  Clutching at his bunched up sweater vest, your back arched tautly as Rupert dragged your hips down onto his unrelenting hardness over and over.   In your head, a rhythmic, tribal tattoo that made you think of ancient fires and curved statues took hold and you rose and fell against Giles on the beats vibrating through your brain.  He sensed it too, alternating his stroke, slowing down and speeding up in time with the thrumming pulse only the pair of you could hear.  "I want you to cum for me.  Do you understand?  Tell me you understand." "Yes!  Yes!  I'm so close, Ripper!  So close!" "Good.  That's very good."  Tingling now, your muscles tensed, ready for the release Rupert would provide.  You flung yourself onto his swollen sex without thought or reason, merely searching for the pleasure he had promised.  His thumb, so thick, so clever, pressed against your sensitive clit and your world imploded. Rupert felt it.  The moment your body and his melded together was forceful.  It tore his pleasure from his loins in grunting gasps as he experienced your ecstacy at his hands. Limp and listless, you draped your half nude body over his, dazed and drained.  Who knew screwing the librarian would feel this good?  In your post coital haze you started to laugh.  Giles, his hands roaming over the sweat soaked skin of your back, heard your chuckles and joined in.  It was another release, of sorts, and you found it almost as intimate as the act you had just committed. Folding your hands under your chin, flashing Rupert a wide smile, "Ripper, huh?" Sliding his glasses back into place and carding a hand through his hair, Giles grinned, "Oh, uh… yes.  Ripper.  My nickname in London." Toying with the collar of his shirt, "I'd love to hear about London sometime… Ripper." At the sound of that name in your voice, Rupert flexed inside of you, "Call me that again and you'll miss last period." Gasping against him, nodding weakly, "Hmm… promise?" That made him smile broadly as he handed you back your sweater, "We can't have a repeat of last week, can we?" "It wasn’t my fault you didn't hear the bell ring, Mr. Giles!" Sitting up, you fastened your bra and shrugged into your sweater before asking, "Did you have to destroy my undies?" "I'm afraid I did.  Although I told you to remove anything dear, didn't I?" "What am I gonna do for the next hour, Giles?" Pushing his glasses up, "I would advise you not to bend over." Swatting at him playfully, you used one of the sturdier shelves to stand, adjusting your skirt and fluffing your hair.  Looking around at the absolute mess created by falling books, embarrassed, you asked, "Can I help clean this up?" "No, I don't think that'll be necessary.  After all, Willow will be in-" "Along with Buffy and Xander and Cordelia.  Got it." Standing himself, Giles chuckled as he fastened his trousers and set himself to rights, "Precisely.  Now-" he bent over to retrieve a slim volume, "- The book you asked about.  Fertility iconography in Meso-American subcultures." "Thanks.  Ya know, I always enjoy coming to the library.  I'm surprised more people don't." Walking with you, his hand on your lower back, nuzzling into your neck, "I enjoy you cumming in the library." It was on the tip of your tongue to say something fresh when the overly loud bell clanged.  Lifting up on tiptoes you pressed a kiss to the goose egg over Giles' eye, saying, "I hope that makes it feel better!" Snagging you into a tight hug, Giles stared into your eyes before kissing you deeply, "That.  That makes it feel better." And then the library door swung wide on the four students who called the library a second home, "Um… are my eyes deceiving me or is Giles sporting a black eye?  I was only gone for an hour, big guy, what happened?" "If you must know, Xander, a shelf collapsed in the back.  We were fortunate enough not to be badly hurt but, there were some bumps and bruises." "A shelf!  Oh no… which one?!" Giles turned to Willow solemnly, "I'm afraid all the Grollier’s… and most of Crentist." "On it.  Come on Xander.  You can help me sort!" "Aw, gee.  That sounds like fun." As the pair trotted off, you turned to Giles, whispering low, "Dinner?  My place?  You can tell me about London, your childhood and why you love tweed." Eyeing Buffy, who was distracted and a distraught, Giles answered, "Tonight?  Um…" "He'd love to!  Say 9 o'clock?  And, he'll bring the wine."

Spinning on your heel, surprised that Buffy was your champion, you grinned, "Great!  Awesome!  I will see you then."

As you left you heard the bubbly blonde doling out instructions, "No Giles.  You can't wear that outfit to dinner!  You need to look nice.  Nicer than you do now.  Also, why is there so much dust in your hair?" If Giles answered you didn’t hear it over your big yawn.  You had a lot to do between now and 9 o’clock.  Rupert Giles was coming over for dinner and you could hardly wait.

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Kim Woosung (The Rose / Solo) Relationship Role Analysis based on Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Egyptian

Spread: Relationship Role

Questions:

Friend

Boyfriend

Lover

Husband

One-Night-Stand

Full Name: Kim Woosung

Stage Name: Woosung / Sammy

Group: The Rose

Masterlist: The Rose

Kim Woosung

Woosung / Sammy (The Rose / Solo)

Deck: Egyptian

Spread: Relationship Role

Friend - VIII Strength, X The Wheel of Fortune

When it comes to friendship, Woosung is the best friend you can have. He’s loyal and supportive and protective over his friends. He’s a good influence but at the same time he takes people as they come, with all their good and bad sides. He’s the one friend you want by your side when things get rough and life turns upside down because he remains calm and finds solutions to problems.

Boyfriend - 7 of Pentacles, IV The Emperor

When dating, Woosung can become a bit of a handful. It all starts nicely and great but as the days pass by he can become bossy and the relationship sort of becomes a routine, an obligation for him. The dust of sweet romance is blown away and reveals the bare bones of reality. Woosung is likely to insist on things going his way or no way which annoys his sweetheart and results in a breakup. He needs to learn how to maintain the romance throughout the relationship, not only in the beginning.

Lover - 10 of Wands, Knight of Wands

While being a pain in the ass during daylight, Woosung turns into a sexmachine after dark. He’s one passionate, multitalented and eager lover. He’s likely to take the dominant position in the bedroom but because of his desire blinding him at a certain point, his lover has good chances to steal the leadership from him and take charge once Woosung loses focus.

Husband - 10 of Cups, King of Wands

Woosung was born to become a husband. While he can’t really handle the sort of fickle romance of dating, he would be a really loving and devoted husband. He’s likely to have fantasies about his marriage even now. He will be a good and caring father and responsible head of a family. His spouse will never lack in anything, including his attention and affection for them.

One-Night-Stand - Ace of Pentacles, 2 of Swords

There’s a seed in Woosung which tempts him to go for a random love affair from time to time. He sees the practical benefits of it but his morals are strongly against it. These two sides keep on fighting inside. It’s possible the pro-one-night-stand side occasionally wins but it’s not very often and Woosung is likely to feel bad about it.

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WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIPPED SAMTONY TOO!!! another oneeee #13 "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." for samtony

samtony is a very pure ship 😌 thank you for sending a prompt, and I hope you like it!

It starts on a perfectly average Tuesday morning.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Sam pants out, folding himself in half with his hands on his knees. “Every damn time I say it's the last time, and every damn time here we are again.”

Bucky claps a hand on his back and almost knocks him over with one touch. “Maybe you're a masochist, Sammy.”

Sam feebly flips him off, walking off the elevator on jelly legs. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You let Tony call you that,” Bucky points out, following him towards the kitchen.

"I actually like him. We're friends."

“That's offensive. I'm literally your best friend. Your favorite person. The Abbott to your Costello. The Tom to your Jerry. The Lucy to your Ethel.”

Sam snorts, “You're not even my favorite hundred year old man in this building. Also, if anyone’s the Lucy here, it’s me.”

Bucky scoffs, but whatever retort he had coming cuts off when they enter the kitchen. “Oh, damn, are those banana pancakes?”

He reaches for one on the top of the stack, and Tony slaps his hand away with the spatula. “Where are your manners, Barnes?”

“You’ve got like ten there,” Bucky whines. “Why can’t I have one?”

“You can have one when it’s your turn.”

Bucky gives him a dramatic pout that has no effect, and Sam laughs at the scene as he collapses into the stool next to Nat at the peninsula. She gives him a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip at the complete lack of grace.

Tony flits through the kitchen, exchanging lighthearted quips with Bucky as he goes. He has on an apron that Clint gave him at Christmas last year, covered in snowflakes and purple hearts with arrows through them in a mimicry of an ugly Christmas sweater pattern. Underneath it is a t-shirt dotted with Captain America shields, and the sweatpants have a cartoon version of the War Machine suit on the thigh. As usual, all of the colors clash.

A mug of coffee is placed in front of Sam with a small smile before Tony returns to the stove, and Sam is still drinking the first sip when he comes back with a plate of pancakes for him, topped with just the right amount of syrup and a dollop of whipped cream. Tony’s gone again before he can even finish saying thank you.

“Why is it his turn before me?” Bucky complains, and Sam laughs again through his first mouthful at how petulant he sounds.

“I like him the best,” Tony says, sending a wink Sam’s way. “And they’re for him, anyway. Your favorite, right?”

Sam’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. He doesn’t remember telling him that. “Uh, yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

Tony shrugs, “I pay attention.”

He hands Bucky a plate of pancakes with another jab at his lack of patience, and the moment passes as quickly as it came, but it keeps happening after that.

Tony pays attention to him.

Maybe it was happening all along, before that morning with the pancakes, but just too subtle for Sam to take notice at first. Now that he has, though, he sees it all the time.

The next is just a few days later, when Tony knocks on his door holding a small, nondescript black box.

“What’s this for?” Sam asks, taking it from Tony’s hand. He doesn’t get an answer before he opens the lid to a simple, leather-banded watch. It’s nothing overtly expensive, nothing that screams ‘gift from a billionaire,’ but it is exactly something Sam would have chosen for himself.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you,” Tony says simply. “Figured it would go well with that suit Pepper picked for you for the gala tomorrow night.”

Later, Sam will realize that Pepper had nothing to do with the suit choice that fit him perfectly, but for now he runs a thumb over the dark brown leather and says, “Yeah, it will. Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” Tony replies, and he lingers in the doorway for a while longer, lower lip between his teeth. Sam is about to ask if there was something else he came here for when Tony claps his hands together and says, “Well, I should get going. Workshop things to do and all that. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He disappears quickly, and that becomes part of it, too. Never dwelling on it when he does something just for Sam. Fleeing if he can, but sometimes staying when that’s what Sam needs instead.

“You look exhausted,” Tony says, and Sam manages a grumble from where he’s slumped on the living room couch, rubbing a hand over his bruised abdomen.

The mission took longer than either him or Bucky expected, and the fights were more intense. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out type of deal. Infiltrate the base, take out the lower level minions, and apprehend the leaders. But the intel wasn’t as accurate as they were hoping, and there were nearly double the number of enemies than predicted. No major injuries for either of them, but he’ll be sore for at least a few days. Bucky’s cuts and bruises healed on the way home.

Sam doesn’t notice that Tony left until he comes back with ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. He places the ice right on the worst spot over his ribs, holding it there until Sam replaces his hand with his own.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tony remarks. “You should probably head up to bed. You’ll feel even worse if you fall asleep here, trust me on that one.”

It’s somewhere past midnight, Sam knows, but even with how tired his body is, his mind is still wide awake. The mission replays in his mind. Every faulty move, every chance to do better, every little detail both good and bad.

Sam shakes his head, “Not ready for bed yet.”

Tony takes the seat next to him, leaving an inch of space between them. “J, turn on the Saints game from yesterday.”

Sam smiles a little and asks, “Do you even like football?”

“It’s not the worst sport,” Tony replies vaguely. He settles back into the cushions and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yeah, what’s the best?”

Completely serious, Tony says, “Ping pong.”

Sam laughs, “That’s not a real sport. Pick something else.”

“Of course it’s real. It’s in the Olympics and everything,” Tony grins. “Give me one good reason it’s not a sport.”

“Alright, fine, maybe it’s real, but there’s no way it’s your favorite.”

Tony shrugs, “It’s entertaining sometimes. The professionals get really into it. There’s an awful lot of grunting involved.”

They stay up for a while longer, talking about nothing of importance, and Tony slowly shifts closer to him until that bit of distance is gone. His arm presses up against him, and Sam starts to have a hard time keeping his eyes open, it seems only natural to rest his head against Tony’s shoulder.

“You can go to bed,” Sam murmurs. “You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony whispers back.

Sam does regret it a bit when he wakes up on the couch in the morning with a sore back, but there’s a fresh mug of coffee already waiting for him on the table, still warm and exactly how he likes it, and he smiles to himself anyway. That night is a shift to something different, and he knows it right away.

He starts to pay more attention to Tony’s interactions with everyone else, just in case he’s part of the rule and not the exception. Generosity is one of Tony’s best traits, but even so it tends to extend even further to him. More personal and frequent.

“So there’s this place in Brooklyn that claims to have the most authentic cajun cuisine outside of New Orleans. Want to come with me? Tell me if it’s true?”

It isn’t true, and Tony comes to him the next day with another one, until they’re on a quest together to find one that doesn’t make Sam miss home after just one bite. It takes them all over the city and into Jersey once or twice, and Sam doesn’t point out that Tony doesn’t even seem to like crawfish, no matter where it comes from. He doesn’t want it to be over if he does.

“This is pretty close,” Sam says. He thinks it might be place number eleven, but he lost count a while back. “Could use a little more spice, but at least they didn’t try to add their own spin to it.”

Tony’s watery eyes widen. “This isn’t spicy enough for you?”

Sam grins and shakes his head. “Remind me to bring you with me the next time I go home. You won’t know what hit you.”

Tony’s face does something complicated at that, before it settles on a soft smile. “Yeah, that would be fun.”

Sam fully gets it then, what exactly it all means, but he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do about it yet. Tony has taken up residence in a place in his heart that he wasn’t sure was capable of opening up anymore. He did it so easily, sneaking in like a thief in the night and catching Sam unaware.

Now the sound of Tony’s laugh makes his stomach flip. He seeks it out, telling him stupid stories and jokes to make it happen more. He stares a little too much to catch glimpses of his smile, and now he can see just how often Tony looks back.

It isn’t subtle anymore, this thing between them. Lingering looks, too long touches, and every quiet gesture all build up. Bucky teases him and Natasha gives him knowing looks. Steve tells him that he hopes they make each other happy, and Sam doesn’t tell him that nothing has happened between them like that. They’re still just friends, and they don’t talk about what any of it means.

“Do you want to see a movie with me tonight? There’s that weird one with the killer robots playing downtown,” Sam suggests, and neither of them say anything when Tony slips his hand into his in the darkness of the theater. It goes unmentioned, too, when Sam holds tight after Tony almost lets go when they reach the sidewalk afterwards.

It’s another late night when the last piece finally falls into place.

Sam is nursing bruised ribs again after another mission that turned a little sideways through no one’s fault. He’s still sweaty, dirt under his fingernails and dried blood caked around a shallow cut on his cheek, but Sam still asks JARVIS in the elevator to take him to wherever Tony is. It isn’t as surprising as it should be that Tony is waiting for him on the edge of Sam’s bed.

He stands there patiently while Tony looks him over, and he looks his fill in return. It’s strange how days away from him feel longer now. His balance is off center until Tony is around to set him right again.

“I missed you,” Sam murmurs, and Tony smiles softly.

“You were only gone a couple of days,” he points out, but Sam knows now that it’s his way of saying that he missed him just as much.

Normally, Sam would let it move on from here. Tony would lead him into the bathroom, gently clean up his scrapes, and click his tongue at every bruise. It would end with them on the couch, Sam’s head in Tony’s lap or vice versa, depending on what mood it takes. Sometimes he wants to hold Tony and remember that he survived another fight so he could come home to this, and sometimes he needs to be held to forget about everything else that was lost along the way.

But tonight he reaches out to grasp Tony’s hip, and he draws him in a little closer. The room is dimly lit, and each shadow on Tony’s face is accentuated. Sam can’t remember quite the first time he looked at him and thought the word ‘beautiful,’ but it’s all he’s thinking now.

“You love me,” Sam says. “For a long time now, right?”

Tony nods, and he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, careful not to hold too tight. “You caught up eventually. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”

Sam smiles, cupping Tony’s face in one palm and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. “How long were you expecting?”

“Maybe never,” Tony admits. “I would’ve kept trying, though.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Sam asks, because nothing more needs to be said for now. They both already know.

“How about every night?”

Sam leans in slowly, murmuring against his lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

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