#but I like what I have so I thought I’d share

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi!! could I request Argenti, Boothill and Jing Yuan when someone tries to flirt with their s/o? I absolutely adore your writing btw!! Hope you're doing good!!

Boothill

Has a bullet with their name written on it and it was in times like theses where he wishes his shit hadn’t been tampered with, just so he could curse the bastard out for merely brushing shoulders either you.

Words such as:

Mother fudger

Heck

And Gosh darn it

Weren’t exactly going to scare the person flirting with you off with their tail between their legs but threatening to shot them would. However after the person had scampered off, Boothill would be subjected to you scolding him about threatening people for simply flirting with you, when there were other ways to do so without the inclusion of unnecessary violence.

Boothill can’t help it! He hates it when people flirt with his darling and he isn’t one for sharing you either, he’d much rather hog all of your time and attention for himself! You were his partner! Not everyone else’s!

‘Boothill.’ You said warningly.

‘What?’ He said as he tugged you into his side, keeping his arm at your waist possessively. ‘He was getting a little too cosy and I had to remind that fudging idiot to keep his hands to himself.’ He adds with a smirk, stealing a kiss from your lips.

His jealously stems from his own hatred towards his metal body, you could find someone else who could feel you in your entirety beyond from their face and head, unlike him.

‘I get that and I thank you for running them off, but you know you don’t have to worry about me looking at anyone else.’ You reassured him as you held his face in your hands and watched as his smile falters and his featured relaxed into your touch. ‘You’re all I want, you’re all i’ll ever need regardless of your inability to physically feel.’ You then pressed your forehead against his, feeling him push himself further against you in a selfish need to feel you. ‘You’re my handsome, handsome cowboy.’ You whispered.

‘I am your handsome, handsome cowboy.’ He muttered under his breath.

Argenti

He’s not jealous in the slightest.

He’s the most trusting in the strength of your relationship and you to even allow for an ounce of doubt to permeate his thoughts.

If anything he’d agree with everything the person was saying about you while adding onto it, making the person feel as though their attempts at flirting with you were useless, especially when the cherry haired knight beside you was casually waxing poetry on your ethereal beauty.

‘Indeed they are a beauty to behold indeed.’ He’d say as he knelt before you and held your hands in his all the while making sure his eyes remained glued on you as he spoke. ‘I’d kneel before their alter for the rest of eternity if it meant achieving the impossible and catching their gaze, they truly are my reason for breathing, the reason I see beauty whenever I travel, as they are the true beauty I have been seeking for my whole life.’ He finishes by kissing the back of your hands softly, his thumbs caressing the skin there as though they were porcelain.

The person who was flirting with you left not long after because how could they compare with that?!

All they said was that you were cute and Argenti took that and made you come across as though you were a deity lost to time, finally having been found after so long.

They knew they couldn’t win and left for easier people to pull their mediocre pick up lines on.

Argenti is your Gomez, you are his Morticia. There was no one getting between you two because the love you had was stronger than most.

Jealousy doesn’t exist when you actually trust someone whom you claim is half of your own soul.

Jing yuan

He finds the face they make upon realising who’s s/o they’ve been flirting with particularly funny to be even remotely jealous.

Not to say that he doesn’t get jealous, he does but it’s not nearly as evident. He’s self assured in his relationship with you that he didn’t even think of the person flirting with you as a threat even in the slightest.

‘I’m sorry to interrupt your riveting conversation but I’d like my partner back now.’ He’d say as he stood behind the person flirting with you.

‘Look buddy I found them,’ the person looked behind them, and upon realising who was behind them, the words of annoyance were quickly discarded as they could only stare at a smiling Jing Yuan, ‘first…’

Jing yuan raised his brows as the Cheshire smile on his lips only grew at the evident regret across their face. ‘Hmmm? Cat got your tongue? You seem a bit pale, maybe you should go sit down and rest.’ He suggested and watched in amusement as the person didn’t fight back, but instead wordlessly followed his instruction and walked away for you both to go somewhere else.

‘You’re having too much fun with this.’ You’d tell Jing Yuan as he placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you out of the establishment.

‘What can I say, their expressions may be the same every time but that doesn’t stop them from being more humorous than the last.’ He replies with a chuckle as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. ‘However I cannot blame them for finding you as appealing as I do if they’re so desperate as to flirt for your attention.’ He adds and you huff and crossed your arms. ‘As if you were any different.’

Jing yuan raised his brows, silently telling you to continue.

‘When you wanted my attention, you would sit next to me and rest your head on my shoulder before falling asleep.’ You added and Jing yuan chuckles. ‘I didn’t-‘

‘All. The. Time.’ You cut him off, emphasising each word that left your mouth. ‘Yangqing told me that you only did that to me, no one else got that special treatment from the all mighty general.’ You smirked at Jing Yuan who muttered a soft ‘Yangqing.’ under his breath as you held onto his side. ‘It doesn’t matter now because I thought it was extremely cute.’ You reassured him with a kiss to the cheek as you both walked home, tucked closely against one another, the events that happened prior having completely been forgotten as you reminisced the past.

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[fetusgooseandjuice]

Forever

Pairings: Knight!Natasha Romanoff x Princess!Reader

Summary: How Natasha proposed to you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None— just fluff!

Author’s Note: This is a mini-oneshot to my fic “Soulmates”. I’d recommend reading that one before this for context to be able to grasp the storyline!

"What is it that you wanted to talk to us about, Natasha?" your father asked as he looked at the redhead from across the table.

The knight had requested a meeting with your parents, though it wasn't about the kingdoms royal guard as you were told.

It was about you.

Natasha didn't want to lie, but she needed to come up with an excuse to not raise any suspicions from you. And a meeting with the King and Queen about the royal guard seemed perfect.

"I actually wanted to speak to you about Y/n." the knight said.

Your parents eyebrows raised at that. "What’s going on? Is everything okay?" your mother said.

"Oh everything's fine. Perfect actually." Natasha was quick to reassure them. "I just had a thought and I wanted to run it by both of you before I go through with it."

They nodded their heads and Natasha took it as her go-ahead to continue.

"I want to ask Y/n to marry me, and I wanted your permission to do so." she said.

It was silent for a few moments before the biggest grins pulled at their lips.

"Of course you have our permission, Natasha. Did you think we'd say no after all these years?" your mother laughed and stood from her seat to pull your girlfriend in for a hug.

Natasha smiled happily, "I was counting on you saying yes, but if I was going to do this I wanted to do it right."

Your father stood up and made his way over to the redhead to give her a quick hug as well, "We appreciate it, Natasha, but we knew you'd end up tying the knot sooner or later and we love you so of course it's okay."

"Did you need help with anything? We're happy to help with whatever you need." your mother said.

The redhead already had an idea in mind for a while, so she was hoping you'd like it.

“I was thinking…”

~ ~ ~

"Nat, where are you taking me?" you giggled.

You took cautious steps as Natasha walked behind you with her hands covering your eyes, carefully guiding you to some unknown location while also making sure the path ahead of you was safe.

"Hold on, we're almost there." she chuckled at your impatience.

This was second time you had asked that to the knight even though she said it was a secret the first time the question left your mouth.

It was a quiet night in the castle before Natasha came to you. Both of your families had gone to bed, and most of the staff had already clocked out for the exception of a few guards who were taking their positions for the night shift.

You were winding down in bed, catching up on some reading you'd been too busy to do during the day when the redhead peeked her head into your bedroom to make sure you were still awake.

To her excitement you were, so she took the book out of your hands and made sure to bookmark your place. Ignoring the complaints from you Natasha took your hands into hers and dragged you from the comfort of your shared bed to lead you outside.

Which brings you to now.

Blindly walking down a path with Natasha to direct you. You'd tripped over your own feet twice, but of course your girlfriend caught you before any real damage could happen.

"Okay we're here. Are you ready?" Natasha asked as she stopped you both in your tracks.

Her question made you laugh, "Well you did bring me out here against my will, so do I really have a choice?"

"Nope" she said simply before taking her hands away from your eyes and fixing her stance behind you so she could watch your face.

You had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust, but when they finally focused your face softened at the sight. You now knew that you were in the castle gardens, but in front of you was a picnic the redheaded knight had set up for the two of you.

There was a blanket on the ground with lanterns and candles scattered around for warm lighting. There were multiple baskets of food sat on top along with a bottle of what you assumed to be wine.

The amazed look on your face was enough for the knight to feel proud of herself.

"What all of this?" you smiled and turned your head to look at her only for that same smile to be mirrored on her face too.

"It's for you, my love."

"What for? Is there something happening today? What did I forget—"

"Relax, princess." Natasha chuckled and stepped in front of you so you could now be face to face. "You didn't forget anything. I just thought we could spend a little time together. You know, just me and you. Away from everyone else."

In that moment you didn't know what you did to deserve the redhead, you were speechless. But as you pondered about it for a second you came to the conclusion that you just didn't deserve her.

"I love you," you whispered.

If Natasha wasn't standing as close to you as she was she wouldn't of heard you. But your words brought a soft smile to the knights face as she looked at you.

She ran a hand over your hair to smooth down the fly aways and leaned in to press her lips to your forehead.

"I love you more," she said, "Now let's get to the food before the bugs beat us there."

You giggled as her hand found its place in yours and the redheaded led you over to the blanket where you both sat down. When you began looking through the baskets to see the options Natasha must've noticed the impressed look on your face that had formed.

"I asked your mom to show me how to make some of your favorites because I know I'm not the best cook, so I hope it tastes alright."

The food tasted amazing, but you didn't expect anything less from your girlfriend to begin with. The two of you talked about everything as you enjoyed each other’s company.

You’d finished the food, took a walk around the garden, and Natasha had spun you in a dance that probably would have looked silly to anyone else because of the way you were both laughing.

By the time you two sat back down and started to get comfy on the blanket it was probably well past midnight.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

The stars were out twinkling and the crickets were chirping, but time always seemed to fly whenever you were with the redhead.

“It’s so quiet out here,” you sighed as you laid your head on the knights shoulder and curled up to her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been out here this late at night before, but I like it.”

“I knew you would.” Natasha put her arm around you and pecked the side of your head, “I know things have been busy recently and you’ve been stressed with all the kingdoms nobles practically breathing down your neck, so I thought some alone time would be good for us.”

You smiled at her and lifted your head to kiss her cheek, “Thank you, Nat. You’ve had a lot on your plate too lately so thank you for doing this.”

“You don’t have to thank me, princess. You know I’d do anything for you.” she said and you leaned in press your lips in a soft kiss. “But I wasn’t a hundred percent honest with my reason for bringing you all the way out here.”

You tilted your head with a slight furrow between my eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“Yelena always teased me for the crush I had on you when we were younger. My mom called us soulmates when she thought I wasn’t listening and I didn’t understand it at the time, but now I do.” Natasha said, and her voice was so soft the sound made your heart melt.

“There’s nothing about you that I don’t absolutely adore. The way you look out for the people you love. The way you always know what to say to make me feel better. The way you put everyone else’s needs before your own, so much that you forget to take care of yourself too.” she chuckled and it made you giggle.

“But that’s what I’m here for. To take care of you when you forget to. Whenever you need a break from your stresses I’ll sneak you away like how I did tonight because it’s least you deserve.” The redhead’s hand reached to cup the side of your face.

You let yourself lean into her touch as she brushed your hair behind your ear and her thumb stroked your cheek. She was turning you to putty in the palm of her hand, leaving you speechless at her words.

“Oh, Nat. I don’t know what to say, you’re gonna make me cry.” you chuckled and blinked away the tears that were forming as she just gazed at you.

Even when you were on the verge of tears Natasha still thought you were the most beautiful person to exist.

“You don’t have to say anything, my love, because I’m not done yet.” she said and you nodded for her to continue. “We’ve known eachother our entire lives and I know there was never a time where I didn’t love you, even when we were just little kids who didn’t know what it meant.”

The knight untangled herself from your arms to reach into her pocket, “I loved you then, I love you now, and this is my promise that I’ll love you forever.”

You watched as Natasha shifted to kneel on one knee in front of you as she pulled out a tiny black box. When she opened it, a delicate gold band with a shining gemstone placed sophisticatedly on top was revealed.

“So please say that you’ll spend the rest of forever with me, but as my wife. Will you marry me, Y/n?”

At this point, the tears that had been building up in your eyes since the redhead started talking were now falling freely down your cheeks. Natasha wasn’t doing any better, though. You could see her eyes watering as they took on a glossy appearance.

A vigorous nod of your head was all you could give at first with the way you were crying, “Yes,” you barely got out as your voice broke, “Yes of course I’ll marry you, Natasha.”

The wind was knocked out of the knights lungs and she almost lost her balance when you lunged forward to hug her close to you. She returned the embrace once she regained her footing, finally letting the few tears escape her eyes.

When you pulled back you connected your lips and kissed her as if it was the first time all over again. It caught Natasha off guard, but she wasted no time in reciprocating.

You separated when air became a necessity, the only sound heard was the heavy breathing as you tried to catch your breath. Your foreheads rested against each others and you both broke out into a fit of laughter at the pure happiness you felt.

Natasha was the first speak up, “You didn’t even let me put the ring on you.” she chuckled.

“Oh, Nat,” your hand came up to tuck a few of her stray red hairs away so you could see her face clearly, “The ring is beautiful, but I didn’t need one to agree to marry you. I would’ve said yes even if you had nothing because all I want is you.”

She kissed your lips again before taking the tiny piece of jewelry out of the box, “I know, but you at least deserve to have a ring on that finger of yours so let me put it where it belongs.”

The redhead took your left hand into hers and slid the ring into your finger, “There, now you’re stuck with me for forever.”

“Happily,” you said and you both laughed, taking a moment to admire it.

Of course Natasha had it sized perfectly.

“Oh, and I almost forgot I found this in the garden during our walk,” you watched the knight reach into her pocket before holding out the contents in front of you.

It was a flower. A yellow flower to be more specific.

One that was nearly identical to the yellow flower Natasha had picked when you were younger

She reached up and delicately placed it in your hair, “When I first proposed to you with this flower in these gardens, I think I understood what I was doing even though we were just kids.”

Grinning, you began leaning closer to the redhead, “And I’m pretty sure I understood what I was doing when I said yes.” you connected your lips once your noses were touching and wrapped your arms around her shoulders to keep her close.

You both knew you’d have to eventually go inside and deal with the responsibilities of tomorrow, but that all could wait.

For now, everything was perfect, and you were the happiest you’d ever been.

~ end ~

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[nu-suave]

OH NO! HE'S IN LOVE! feat. kamo choso

word count. 1191

summary. choso, realising he’s in love and trying to navigate the aftermath. a/n: my best friends found this account. hi pookies x also, this is a reupload, so if you've seen it before that's why <3

It takes Choso a while to figure it out. It’s a natural process with him; irregular texts becoming daily conversations, taps on the shoulder to catch your attention turning into clasping your hand in his whenever you’re in public, words of affirmation becoming constant sweet comforts. He doesn’t even realise how close you’ve gotten until you’re making dinner together one night, Yuuji on the phone with Megumi in another room. You’re leaning into his side, one hand resting where his forearm meets his bicep and the other stilling the spoon he holds onto, bringing it to your mouth for a taste.

“It tastes really good,” you compliment. You smile at him, eyes coy from where they flash between your lashes. “You’ve been improving really quick, Choso. At this point, you’re a better cook than me.”

“You know that’s not true,” he says. “I learnt it all from you. And Yuuji.”

“Yeah, well, neither of us are ever beating Yuuji in terms of skill,” you laugh to yourself, letting go of the spoon so as to lean back against the counter. Your hand stays resting against his skin, a burning warmth that has his breath leaving his throat in a soft exhale. “Still, it’s good. You’re making me jealous - if only I could have you as a personal chef. Eating like this every night… what a dream.”

Oh.

In three small words, it clicks into place; what a dream. Choso is suddenly, overwhelmingly hit with the thought of it. You and him, living in a small house and cooking dinner together every night. Yuuji passing by, calling you his elder sibling alongside Choso, making a joking comment about how clingy he is with you. Sharing a meal, just the three of you, washing dishes side by side so close your shoulders are brushing, constant idle conversation floating between the two of you as he washes, you dry. Yuuji complaining about schoolwork at the kitchen counter as you hum in acknowledgement, complaining in turn about what happened in your day. You two at the end of the day, one bed between the pair of you, his arms wrapped around you or you around him or maybe interlocked with each other, breaths mingling in the small space between your faces as you succumb to sleep. You running your hands through his hair, him burying his head in your shoulder. The ability to talk about you as his partner, his spouse, his one and only. For you to drag him before your friends, lay your head on his shoulder, and mutter the words this is my boyfriend, Choso.

What a dream, indeed.

He wants so intensely it hurts, so intensely he doesn’t realise you’re trying to catch his attention. His attention focuses on you like it belongs there, eyes resting on the face that, now that he’s thinking about it, he’s long since memorised. Your lips are curling into a playful grin, eyes alight, and your hand moves to flick his shoulder. “What’s got you so distracted? The idea of being my personal chef is that unappealing, huh?”

“I’ll make it for you whenever you want,” he says fervently, “just ask. I’d love to cook for you.”

“Oh.” You blink, smile twitching as you move to cover your face. You’re bashful. “You’re such a sweetheart, Choso. I was just joking.”

“I’m not.” He clears his throat, missing your hand on his arm, leaning into his space. Fingers twitching, he carefully leans forward, his hand covering your own from where it rests on the edge of the counter. Your smile remains unchanging, as if this is a normal occurrence; in context, with this new - or rather, something that’s always been lurking there, only now brought to light - feeling churning in his gut and sending tremors to his heart, he realises it is. Affection has always come so easily when it’s with you. His lungs are too small, breaths too shallow. Is it bizarre, to feel as though you’re the air he breathes? “I enjoy cooking with you. For you. I like being around you.”

“What’s got you feeling so affectionate?” You ask, head turning until you’re gazing slightly to the right of him, teeth digging into the skin of your bottom lip. “Is something up?”

“No,” he says honestly, “nothing’s up. I just wanted to tell you that.” His grip on your hand tightens. His heart is going to burst, blowing out of his chest and onto your skin until you’re left with all that remains of it. All that remains of him. God, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. “You mean a lot to me.”

“Yeah?” Nervous laughter bubbles out of your mouth, settling softly in his chest. “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah.” He ducks his head, sure his cheeks are bright with his affections. “You make me sweet.”

Instinctually, he knows what you’ll say next; you’re so cheesy, Choso. How many romcoms do you have up there, polluting your brain? Instead, your hand flexes underneath his, studiously avoiding looking at his face. “Don’t just say things like that. You’re so easy to misinterpret, you know?” You complain lamely. It falls flat on both of you.

“Maybe,” he says slowly, shyly, “you’re not misinterpreting.”

Your head jerks towards him, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open in surprise. You’re so unbelievably pretty with this expression. You’re always pretty. Choso is so, so lucky to have met you. “I– well–”

“Hey, how’s dinner goin– uh, hi?.” Yuuji emerges, eyes wide as he owlishly takes in the two of you. You jerk in surprise, hands scrabbling from their position at the edge of the counter. Two things happen; your head butts into his own, sending you both reeling, and your elbows are shoved back, knocking into the salt, and it’s a twist of fate that has it tumbling open straight into the half-finished meal. All three of you stare at the open salt floating in broth surrounded by its previous contents, you significantly more horrified. Yuuji breaks the sudden silence. “Uh, sorry  for intruding.Not to be rude, but maybe we should get some take-out…?”

“Right! Take out!” You brush past him, rubbing your cheeks aggressively with both hands. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. What are you up for, Yuuji? Let me grab my phone, I’ll pay. I’m thinking Vietnamese?”

“Sorry for bursting your bubble,” Yuuji says sincerely as you rush out of the room. “You guys looked, um, pretty close.”

“Yeah,” Choso swallows, “yeah. We were.” He rests his palm atop where your head had banged into his, taking in the dull heat throbbing beneath his hand.

His baby brother snorts. “I’m really happy for you, by the way. Ever since you two got together, you’ve been a lot happier.” His brows furrow. Yuuji, being as smart as he is - no matter how much his friends like to joke otherwise - immediately rolls his eyes. “What, you think I wouldn’t notice? I’m not blind. I know you’re trying to keep it quiet or whatever, but it’s really obvious.”

It really isn’t obvious, Choso thinks, not obvious at all. Hopefully, in the near future, that can change.

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[jazminrhode1]

hiiii! if you're stil writing can you please write one where matt sturn and reader are just so in love and he cant stop telling people about her?

The Interview Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Matt was onto his 6th interview of the day. He set up his laptop at the kitchen table and you’d been sitting across from him all morning waiting for him to be done.

“Hi Matt,” you heard the interviewer say. He was less nervous now that he’d had some practice.

They asked the same old generic questions like, how his brothers were, how he came up with the idea for this project, and what inspired it. But, out of left field, they asked about you.

You saw Matt squirm in his seat across the table. “I hope that doesn’t cross a line,” she said sweetly.

“No,” he said, shaking his head a little too aggressively to be casual.

He looked at you and you glared right back. You hadn’t had this conversation in a while. You hadn’t spoken about keeping your relationship offline in the beginning but, it had been 2 years and things were different. Everyone knew and they reacted terribly but, the dust had settled since then.

You saw the look in his eyes. He was asking permission and you gave it to him with a shrug.

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed; he looked happy.

“Y/n is great, actually,” he said with a smile.

“I know you don’t talk about her often but, I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about how you both met?”

“Oh,” he said, “Well, she’s a good friend of Madison and we were all hanging out there a lot and, it just happened. She’s great. She’s perfect. She feels more like my home than any house ever did.”

You swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. It wasn’t often that you got to hear how Matt talked about you to other people. Sure, your friends told you that he gloats about you any chance he got but, you never heard it from him.

The next interviewer asked what made Matt fall in love with you and he explained, “Y/n is beautiful. Even more so on the inside if that’s possible. But, it wasn’t any one thing that made me fall in love with her. It was the love she has for her family, it was the way her smile lights up a room, it’s the kindness she shows to strangers, it’s the way that she can get through to me when no one else can. She’s the first person I reach for in the morning, she’s the first person I want to call with news good or bad, she’s my best friend and she is my favourite person in the world.”

His eyes were so intense on you that you thought he could read all of your thoughts. It was often like that. He was so attuned to you, so perceptive to your needs, so receptive to your feelings. Matt was, in so many ways, perfect. You could not have dreamed him up.

The final interviewer asked the same age-old questions. You mocked him behind the screen and Matt did his best not to laugh. He was tired, you could tell. As the interview came to an end, the interviewer asked one final question.

“You’ve gotten into writing a lot, I’ve seen a few passages that you shared on Instagram. What inspires you the most?”

Without hesitation, Matt said, “Y/n. She inspires everything that I do. I read a quote once that said, ‘If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.’ I like to think that if I write about all the people and the things that I love, I can never really lose them, you know? Even if y/n chose to leave me, I’d always have a piece of her with me”

There was silence on the other end. You started to think they lost connection.

“I think there’s a lot of people out there who 

“I’ve fucked up a lot of relationships but, I think it all needed to happen so that I can be the person I am now for y/n. You need to be open and receptive and believe that you deserve to find happiness with another person. Y/n is a much better person than I am but, no one will ever love her as much as I do. And I do. And I show her every day and I will for the rest of my life.”

Matt shut the laptop when the interview wrapped and pushed his chair back from the table. You walked around and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His arms snaked around your waist as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve never heard you talk about me before,” you said.

“I feel sorry for people. You’re all I ever talk about,” he replied with a smile.

Matt loved you. You knew that with every fibre of your being but, today showed you just how much.

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[scorpioriesling]

May I please politely beg for a fic based on the Eris bc post you did? It was so good and I’d love to see him confront Rhys + co and taking care/loving reader

I’m the “Bad Guy”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: some graphic-ish injury

Summary: Eris Vanserra; he was your… what? Enemy? Ally? Both? Sort of — at least, that’s what Rhysand says, and whatever your High Lord says, goes. But, Eris saw you for more than anyone in your court ever could, and deep down you knew he had one more title, reserved for just you: true love. What happens when you’re in danger, and he’s the first and only one you go running to?

SR’s Note: Yes you absolutely can have a fic based on Eris’ HC in this post. No need to beg — I’m happy to oblige. Here it is, I hope you like it. xoxo

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The fire crackled and burned in the fireplace, embers creating a soft glow in the darkened sitting room. Eris was alone, lounging on the sofa in the Forest House, his newest read in hand. He liked spending his time this way — alone, reading, warm. He felt… content.

Little did he know, you’d quite enjoyed your evenings the same way.

Sure, he knew you shared an interest in reading. That’s where he usually found you when he’d visit the Night Court — shelf combing in the library of the House of Wind; curled in a chair, a different book to read each time he would see you again; sometimes, you’d even be caught talking about your favorite ones with Nesta. You quite enjoyed her, as well as her company and character, as she was very honest and real with you.

Yet, another thing in you’d shared in common.

On this particular evening though, the sun had already long set and the stars were sprinkling the sky when Eris felt his body tense on instinct. He had suddenly lost interest in what he was reading when he heard a commotion coming from outside. Well, not a commotion, but rather some sort of… crying. Whimpering, rather. He straightened in his chair, straining his ears to hear what was happening beyond the windows of the Forest House.

Usually, when this happened, it was the work of Beron — some cruel or unusual punishment that Eris had learned long ago to stay out of. Recently, tensions were running high with the Night Court; though Eris was still secretly meeting with them, it didn’t change that his father wanted to sever all ties with the solar court completely.

But this… this time, it was different.

“Please… please…”

Eris’ heartstrings pulled in his chest as he strained to listen, wanting to make any excuse or reason for his ears to be deceiving him.

But, he knew in his heart, they were not.

In an instant, he’d snapped his novel shut and was racing toward the front door. He threw it open, rounding the corner of the house and bolting for the enormous hedge maze in the backyard of the grounds. He wasn’t sure exactly what had come over him; on any other day, he’d leave you to suffer as he would the other Night Court Inner Circle members. But the squeeze of barbed wire around his heart propelled him forward.

He knew you were here. He knew it was you that needed him.

It was an odd feeling, tearing around corners in search of the one woman he’d thought over and over about torturing. He’d thought of you crying. He’d thought about how he could hurt you. Did that make him a bad person? Maybe. So be it. You weren’t perfect either. Over the last few years, he’d even thought of how he’d kill you himself — just, once, he’d thought of this. It was during a meeting with the entire Inner Circle, of course; Eris was present. He’d arrived early and heard you, again, talking to Nesta about your ideas on strategy and negotiation. Though you were speaking of ideas that would affect him directly, he didn’t care — the ideas were good. Nesta wasn’t shy to give credit where it was due, either.

But, none of that mattered because during the meeting, you hadn’t opened your mouth once or said a word about your ideas. You’d tried to interject, actually — but Rhysand was quick to silence you.

But how did you handle that?

Like a good pet would. You sat, and stayed silent. Just like you always did. You’d never challenge your High Lord, oh Cauldron no — he could just simply use you as a doormat, and it wouldn’t matter.

Maybe that’s what pissed Eris off so badly.

He knew what you were capable of, what you had to offer, and what you were worth; but it seemed that most of the Inner Circle didn’t bat an eye at you, especially Rhys, whom you bowed to and that was that. Your talents could be used for so much more, but you always stayed within the guidelines in which you were allowed.

“Please… Eris…someone help me…”

Eyes straining in the night, Eris followed your pained cries until he found you in the middle of the maze. You were slumped against the large marble water fountain, breathing unevenly as blood stained your neck. Drying crimson flakes dirtied your usually vibrant tendrils, and your hands braced over your abdomen, hot tears creating tracks down your dirtied face.

"Oh my Gods..." He rushed to you, and you peered up at him in desperation. His heart split in two, seeing you crumpled and hurt in front of him as he took in your appearance in full.

But, his sadness turned very quickly, to anger. You laid, panting and in pain, in his court, on his grounds. No explanation, no one coming to help you. He felt... violent.

He knelt down to your level, leaning in and stretching a hand out to trail over your face, registering the blood pouring from inside your lip. He then reached up to move your hair from your forehead -- a huge gash the cause for the ever growing maroon pool you two were in.

Well, one of the causes. Your hands still covered your stomach.

He was fuming, hands trembling as he tried to stay gentle with you, but absolute rage filled his every vein at how this could have happened to you.

Who could've let this happen to you.

"Eris, I..." you coughed, a few blood-tainted drops landing on the stone pathway below. "I... I didn't mean to... this is the first place I thought of..." another loud sob wretched from you, and Eris cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over the bone. You relaxed a bit at his touch, though he usually appeared so tense and malicious. When he looked into your eyes again, his whiskey irises were dulled to a deep bourbon, and his jaw was clenched tight.

"Come with me."

He stood then and wrapped his arms around your knees and lower back, scooping you up and carrying you as carefully as he could back to his wing of the Forest House. You let out a few small yelps here and there as the searing pain in your stomach was getting to be too much to handle.

"Please, stay with me Y/N," he pleaded, looking down at you sorrowfully. Your usually soft eyes met his, and his wire-wrapped heart strained once more. He’d felt as though he was carrying a small, injured deer -- that is what you were in his eyes. A gentle, wise, little doe. His little doe.

Whatever he’d been feeling before, it was long gone. The only thoughts clouding his mind were ones of keeping you safe, helping you in every way he could, and providing you with everything you could need.

Little did he realize, you just needed him. Wasn’t that why you were there in the first place?

When Eris had finally made it inside, he sat you gently on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and ran to the washroom. It wasn’t long before he’d returned, presenting a small wet cloth in one hand and taking your chin between his fingers kindly in the other. He began to wipe away the trailing stains all over your delicate skin, trying so hard to stay gentle with you; trying to replicate the softness you'd always offerred others. He felt better seeing you relax into his touch a bit as he continued to work.

But, that's one thing you didn't have in common. He wasn't soft, or sweet like you. It was one thing he pretended to hate; he “hated” your kindness to everyone, even his father, of all people. He “hated” your soft voice, one he wasn’t used to hearing all that often. He also “hated” your gentle loving nature — so, so much he “hated” it.

He tried to steady his breathing, gazing into your round, watery eyes to attempt to ground his senses and avoid thinking about punishing whoever hurt you like this. It only caused him more agony, watching as you tried to hold back your tears. Wiping away the last of the blood from your hairline, he dropped his head for a moment, raking a hand through his hair.

“I can’t stall for you any longer, love.” He said softly. Your stomach muscles continued to tense under your palms, and you watched as he rolled a clean cloth between his hands.

"I’m going to put this,” he held up the rolled cloth.

“In here," he tucked it into your open mouth. You closed your mouth over it, so usually defiant towards your “sworn enemy”, but, really...

You'd do anything he asked of you.

His hands moved to cover your bloody ones, still clutching at your stomach.

"Y/N... you’re going to have to move your hands." He says. Your eyes screw shut as you groan, fresh pain raging from the wound in your abdomen. Eris sighs, looking to you with pleading eyes.

“Please, Y/N… you have to help me help you.” His thumbs stroke over your knuckles, now covered in your blood — and you begin to remove your hands shakily. He breathes a sharp gasp as he sees your laceration in full, and shakes his head slowly. He sits back on his knees, positioning himself between yours.

"Hold onto me." He says. You look to him in confusion, and he places your clammy fingers on his shoulders. One of his hands lingers on yours for a moment, and he pressed the inside of your wrist to his lips. He looks back to you, eyes already asking for forgiveness.

"I'll be honest,” he begins. “I've thought about hurting you before, as you've hurt me," he says, voice deep with ... something. Something you couldn't place. You could barely focus on his words as your mind started to fog over, your vision clouding with black spots. "...but never like this."

He sighs one last time, a hand coming into view between your knees, his fingers ablaze with his gift of fire. You immediately sit up, or try to anyway -- a sob racks your chest, muffled by the cloth, and Eris holds you down, hand splayed over your sternum.

"Hold onto me." He says again, his tone warning. His fingers meets your bubbling would, flames searing the skin as a scream tears through your dry, cracked throat, only quieted by the cloth you’re biting down on. Your eyes blow wide, and you squirm under his hold. He looks at you with regret, pulling back for just a moment — only to press heat onto your would again within seconds.

Your hands claw at the collar of his white button down, red already smeared over most of it. He huffs an apologetic sigh, continuing to carterize your open would, flames stinging and burning your sensitive flesh.

Over. Over. Over again.

You tilt your head back, the familiar weightless feeling becoming all too apparent. You felt it coming; you were going to black out. His once-white collar begins to slip from your fingers, and your eyes meet his one last time before glazing over as you slink into darkness.

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Soft streams of sunlight bathe the room in a golden glow when you open your eyes again. You register the feeling of comfy, loose-fitting pants amid the cool, mahogany silk sheets you’re enveloped in. You blink a few times, and reach a hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes.

When your eyes adjust, you realize what’s so different; everything. The sun is illuminating from a window. A window across this… bedroom, with a four poster oak bed. A bed with mahogany sheets, a stark contrast to your usual lilac ones at home — as well as the teakwood bookshelf along the far wall. At least those are familiar, most of the titles. One novel is laying on the window seat; it’s one you’d just finished last week.

Then, the realization hits you; you were in Eris' room.

You try to sit up, but cry out in pain and end up laying back down, head flopping against the plush pillows under your head. Your hands instinctively reach toward your stomach, tugging at the hem of the tank top you donned. A thick bandage was wrapped around your midsection, concealing your abdominal injury. Your mind wandered to last night, what you'd endured, winnowing to the Autumn Court, the burning...

Within moments, Eris appeared in the doorway, concern threading his brows together as he looks you up and down.

"Is everything alright?" In three steps, he’s made it to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. He pulls the covers up, tucking them around you in comfort. You shake your head in honesty, silver lining your eyes as they meet his.

He knew you’d be honest with him. Yet, another thing he “hated” about you.

"I... they took me last night." You manage to choke out. Eris readjusts to face you, scooting closer and reaching out a hand to stroke through your hair. He bites on his lower lip, eyes searching yours.

"Who. Who took you Y/N." He says. It sounds like more of a demand than a question.

You shake your head, a tear slipping free as you remember being kidnapped from your bed and tossed onto the mountainside. The feeling of freezing snow under your knees, the jagged rocks slicing into your palms would only be the beginning of the pain you'd endure before somehow winnowing away.

"It was... they wanted me to partake in the..." you swallow, the lump in your throat only growing as a tear slips free. Usually, he’d be the type to taunt you for crying or appearing so weak, but Eris only brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping the tear away.

"The fucking Blood Rite." He bites out. Anger radiates off of him, the small fire in the fireplace near the window growing with each passing second. The muscles in his jaw feathers as his eyes train on yours, and you nod in confirmation. His other hand rests on yours clasped atop the sheets, and you can’t help but register the heat he is emitting just from a few small touches.

He sighs, hanging his head low and shaking it. When he makes eye contact again, he holds your hands reassuringly in his. “Y/N, I’m going to ask you one more time. Who. Did. This. To you.” You can practically see the flames dancing in his irises, and you lean forward a touch, almost nose to nose. His strong scent of cinnamon and burnt timber wafts through your senses, and you feel a small tug on your heartstrings.

“Eris, look it’s not anyone’s fault, okay? I mean, well, it is…” you begin. “I was sleeping over at the House of Wind with Nesta and Gwyn and Emerie, and… oh, uh and the guys were there too, for most of the night. Cass, Azriel. Ya know.” You explain. He nods for you to continue.

“Well, we were just having a nice time and when we went to sleep, I don’t know I just… one minute I was asleep and the next, I had a mask on my eyes and someone was… uh…. mm… uhm covering my mouth and… Nesta was screaming-“ you hadn’t noticed your hands beginning to shake again, until Eris locked his fingers with yours. You took a steadying breath, but the shaking only decreased a little as you still remembered the horrors of the night prior.

“So… Cassian and Azriel. They were supposed to be watching you.” Eris says evenly. You look at him incredulously.

“Watching? Oh, hardly. I mean, we’re not eight years old, Eris.” You explain. He nods, biting the inside of his cheek.

“It seems a little chat is in order.” Your eyes widen, and your hand braces on his bicep. He glances down to it, then back to you, nose still just inches from yours.

“No! Uh… I mean, no. Please.” You say. “They haven’t done anything wrong, and-“

“I’d hardly say allowing for you to be kidnapped for the damned Blood Rite is an inexcusable offense.” He interrupts. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Andddd, I shouldn’t have been allowed to winnow at the Blood Rite. Anyone found using their powers or plotting to escape the rite once it’s begun is…” you trail off. He nods. He knows; it’s an executable offense.

“How were you able to winnow, anyway? I thought powers weren’t able to be used on Romiel during the Blood Rite,” he asks, quirking a brow. You shrug, wincing and regretting the movement.

“I don’t know… maybe since no one knows I am capable of winnowing, they didn’t think it’d be necessary to remove said powers from me? I don’t know Eris, I don’t know how all this works.” You say. Eris only seems to become more troubled by your response.

“So… they didn’t teach you to winnow, you just… did it… and they didn’t think you could do anything with your powers, so much so that no one bothered to remove them?” His voice pitches, and you nod.

“I suppose.” He slips his hand from yours, standing and straightening his shirt.

“Eris, where are you-“

“I’m only doing you justice. You’ll thank me later, dove.”

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“What are you doing out of bed?”

You hear him before you see him. When you turn from your spot at the stovetop, Eris is leaned in the doorframe, a cocky grin on his lips. You roll your eyes.

“Well, smart guy,” you say. “You left me for half the day and didn’t feed me. So, I forced myself up and… went on a little scavenger hunt to the kitchen.” You say simply. He scoffs and strides over to you, stopping to lean against the counter. You turn to face him, and he glances at your bandage.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. You take his hand in yours, and his eyes gaze into yours in silent question. You press his palm to your side, and smile softly at him.

“Stronger than you thought, hmm?” You say with a wink. His eyes soften, and a little smile plays on his lips as his other hand braces your other hip bone. He pulls you close, so close your pelvis is touching his upper thighs. You peer up at him through your lashes as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You’ve always been the strongest woman I know.”

You blush at his words, finally accepting what you’ve been running from all along; you care for Eris. Truly, you did. Why else would you winnow here, of all places? Why else would you feel a familiar tug on your heart strings when he was around?

You cared.

And, Cauldron behold; he did too.

“And… you had to show me how strong you were today?” You ask, tone low. Eris rolls his eyes.

“All I did was go over there, and demand to know why the hell they’d allow for you to be kidnapped in your own home-“ You gasp and swat his arm lightly.

“Eris!” You scold. He grins down at you, taking your face in his hands and looking at you lovingly.

“Maybe I should irritate you more… look at you, taking initiative and putting me in my place.” He chuckles. Your face reddens, and you stare at him wide-eyed as he runs his knuckles down your jaw, his cool silver ring easing the burning hot you feel beneath your cheek.

“Maybe I should do what I’m suppos-“ Eris cuts you off with a tsk tsk tsk, pulling you in close and finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You part your lips, fingers caressing his jaw and threading through his hair as his lips dance with yours. His fingers trail from your cheek down to your waist, holding you close as one hand runs up and down your side; grabbing firmly when your teeth graze his bottom lip. He pulls away, breathless as he supplies you a feline grin.

“Now, where is the fun in that?

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[crepesuzette2023]

Ivan Vaughan writes about John and Paul

This is just a relatively brief excerpt from Ivan Vaughan's book, which, for the most part, focuses on his life with Parkinson's disease. (From what I can tell so far, it's absolutely fascinating: far more than 'simply' a memoir, it's a reflection on illness, the mind-body connection, science, psychotropic drugs, patients' autonomy...and much more.)

But since this blog is climbing the drainpipe to the John & Paul business, and there's been some recent discussion of Mark Lewisohn's claim that John was such a bad boy Ivan's mother sent her son to a different grammar school to separate the two, I thought the following might be interesting.

And the ending of this chapter also gives some context to Paul's reaction to John's murder—another topic about which ML has interesting opinions.

This isn't to pile on ML, but more...as words from someone who was there.

(CC: @mythserene, @anotherkindofmindpod) I met John when I was three or four years old. One wet morning there was a knock at the front door. My mother opened it, and looking down, found a boy a bit older than me, smiling, but preoccupied with the effort of remembering what he had been rehearsed to say.

‘I believe a little boy lives here. I wondered if you might like to come out and play.’ He stood there in the porch, rain pouring down behind him, with a pair of slippers under his arm.

‘Come on in. What’s your name? You live round the corner don’t you?’

Next day I went around to the house where he lived with his aunt and uncle. We played with Dinky cars. I was surprised by his generosity and willingness to share his toys; he was happy even for me to take some of them home. When his Uncle George came home with some sweets John readily shared them. There was an immediate bond between us. He was older, read books, and his great intelligence and experience were apparent. I accepted his leadership but I was determined to preserve my independence. From the warm security of Aunt Mimi’s control, John accepted me into his life.

John was a member of his local library and immersed himself in books so that by the age of five he was already a fluent reader. I was still in the infant school when he started at Dovedale Road Primary School, but we played together after school and weekends. There were numerous parks, a golf course, and fields full of tangled growth and trees — just right for playing cowboys and Indians. In one barren area with large lumps of hard earth we played football and cricket. We spent hours digging all tracks to race our Dinky cars. Our most exciting game, though, was ‘fires’. We would go to a large area of waste ground and simply set fire to the straw and watch the place. I have never understood why nobody stopped us.

John’s gang comprised, besides himself, Pete Shotton, Nigel Wally and me. I was the youngest and was constantly having to prove my worth. I feel privileged to be John’s friend since he was nearly two years older. He protected me against Timmy Tarbuck and his gang on the rare occasions when I made the mistake of confronting one of them.

John and I went to different grammar schools, but I used to hear about the chaos and riots that seem to be a daily feature of his schooling. I’d rather lost touch with him when I went to university, and did not see him again until sometime after I was married. Then one day, as I was playing with my little boy Jus on the steps of our house in London, white Rolls Royce turned into the road. John jumped out followed by a woman I have not met before.

‘Hello, Ivy! This is Yoko.’ (…)

My attachment to both John and Paul ran deep and occasionally I would go to great lengths in order to see them at a moment’s notice. Maybe Paul saw our continuing friendship as a way of maintaining simple values he held dear. Jan liked Paul, though she did not see much of John. She was not the least bit mesmerized by their fame. She enjoyed eating at expensive restaurants in sampling London’s nightlife, into which Paul took us from time to time. But, should the effort to come to great, she was willing to let the relationship fade.

A month after telephoning John in New York [with the news of the Parkinson’s diagnosis; their first conversation in years], a heavy parcel was delivered. It was not until I was reading the titles of the books it contained that I realized they had been sent by John and Yoko. There was one by Arthur Janov, author of the Primal Scream, and one entitled Mind Magic. How to Get Well had on the fly-leaf a message from John that read ‘to start looking’, and The Snow Leopard had a note saying ‘to relax’. This last book gave me the greatest pleasure and I frequently re-read passages from it. Its author, Peter Matthiesen, lost his son through illness and journeyed in Nepal and in Inner Dolpo on a completely pointless journey to catch sight of a snow leopard. The peace he found travels across to the reader from each page.

John’s accompanying letter urged me, in punning language, to keep my spirits high and strongly suggested that it was up to me whether I sank or swam. I must not lose faith in myself.

Ten weeks later he was shot dead. Paul and I did not contact each other about it; in fact, we never brought it up in conversation. I hardly reacted outwardly at all. The day after John’s death, however, a colleague said that he supposed I was very upset at what it happened. I heard myself say: ‘I don’t know what I feel. I don’t know that I feel much at all’. As soon as he had gone, I instinctively made my way to a room where I knew I could be alone, and I wept profusely.

-- from Ivan-Living with Parkinson's Disease by Ivan Vaughan. 1986.

#John's warmth and sweetness come through in Ivan's memories despite the sporadic nature of their later friendship #Interesting point about Paul's constancy and the 'simple values he held dear' #The ending kills me #That's the men they were #despite the Summer of Love and stuff... #Ivan Vaughan #paul mccartney #John Lennon #(LEADER) #Tune in #fine tuning

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 1: Family Dinner

(I couldn't wait til tonight, LOL. Releasing it early for those of us who spend all day on Tumblr anyway.) IT IS TIME!! Five months and countless hours of work have brought us here, and I'm SO excited to share this delightful fic with you all!

Enjoy a riveting tale of romance, suspense, adventure, and self-discovery as Hunter finds his path after the events of TBB. With engaging imagery, emotional depth, comic relief, and some fun twists and turns, the story will take you on a delightful ride with our beloved Sergeant, leaving you satisfied as he finds his happily ever after… eventually. 😉 Rated PG-13 for some mild suspense, suggestive talk, alcohol and drug use, and adult themes. Banner and dividers by @pinkiemme Master List here

BEFORE WE DIVE IN... Now that we’re past the finale, I’d like to make this fit in as well with that as possible. But I also want to enjoy it. ;) So here’s where this lies… Tech was found alive and well (living in a hut in the forest on Tantiss? lol) and came with the boys after they BLEW IT ALL UP. Omega is living with them as well, for now, because they all thought it was wise to give her a break and some semblance of “normal life” while the rebellion continued to build. She might seem a little less like a full soldier here and more like a typical teenager on the brink of adulthood, and that might be a bit of a shift from her development throughout season 3, but I think it’s still reasonable to think that some of the typical adolescent stuff might come up once she was immersed into a more typical adolescent setting. Maybe not, but again… it’s just for the plot. ;) 

I’m changing the setting for a variety of reasons, but they left Pabu out of fear that the Empire might still have it on their radar. You’ll learn more about the island of Xylo in a couple chapters. Crosshair didn’t lose a hand, but he’s still got some lingering effects from his time on Tantiss. Echo opted to spend a year with the Batch before rejoining the rebellion. The events of this fic may seem relatively domestic after all that the Batch endured, but I really just wanted to have a warm and fuzzy story with family, humor, love, and some plot twists. Ultimately, the purpose here is to enjoy a romance adventure with Hunter, so please forgive any plot holes and just enjoy the ride. ;)

Chapter 1: Family Dinner (Word Count: 2.5k) Fanart by @nika6q

The balmy sea breeze ruffled the tablecloth and made the string lights dance merrily above the jovial scene below as the clinking of silverware on plates punctuated the steady hubbub of conversation that rose and fell with the emotion of what was being shared. Some overly-optimistic sea birds hovered above on a swell, fastidiously watching for any dropped crumbs before swooping gracefully into another updraft. Crosshair was looking at them down the edge of his finger, which he had shaped into a gun with the help of his thumb, and his focused squint was interrupted by a smack on his arm. He flashed his partner a wry grin as they chuckled, shaking their head at his “murder noodle antics”, as they’d come to call it. 

“Stop traumatizing the wildlife and eat your fish,” they laughed.

“This looks an awful lot like traumatized wildlife too, you know,” Crosshair answered, picking at the fillet with a fork. “I mean, what horrors did this thing have to endure at the end of Wrecker’s line?”

“I’m starting to feel like traumatized wildlife,” his partner jabbed, grinning ear to ear as they took a bite of their brightly-flavored steamed vegetables. 

“If it decreases any potential reservations you may yet hold,” Tech interjected, “As far as neuroscience has yet been able to distinguish, this particular genus of sea creatures do not possess the pain receptors necessary for the experience of pain with which humanoid species are familiar.”

“Thanks, Julia Child,” Crosshair muttered, a hint of fondness flickering beneath the dry humor.

“If you are metaphorically comparing me to the infamously accomplished chef of the Core Worlds, it is hardly an insult, Crosshair. You are losing your edge.” Tech’s savage burn was delivered at a slightly louder volume than usual, and Wrecker’s boisterous laugh immediately broke through. The massive clone pointed a gleeful finger at Crosshair as he finished his bite between hearty chuckles.

“That one’s gotta hurt!” Wrecker exclaimed, pulling his hand back as Phee smacked it away. 

“You tryin to resurrect the grumpiness? Come on, big guy. Think it through,” Phee said playfully, arching a sharp eyebrow at Wrecker, whose unabashed grin remained unfazed despite her mockingly stern correction. “Or I’m gonna kick you out of our house.”

Omega giggled, sharing a glance with Hunter across the table, who gave her a half-smile and wink before turning back to Echo, who was filling him in on the newest developments at his Defense Training Academy.

“I didn’t think it would fill up so quickly,” Echo mused, tearing apart the large fish filet on his plate with his fork. “I guess the Empire’s got everyone spooked, even out here. But it’s a good thing, I think… They’ll be ready to fight if it ever comes to that, but Maker willing, it won’t.”

“They’re doing the same on Pabu,” Phee chipped in, leaning forward to nod at Echo. “Shep’s got a whole daily regimen of exercise, strategy, and drills for any possible scenario he can think of. You should talk to him; he could use your military expertise.’

“I’d be interested to hear what he’s doing,” Echo nodded in return. “Maybe we could make a trip that way sometime soon.”

“Can I come?!” Omega said brightly, tugging Echo’s arm from her seat beside him. “I’d love to see Lyana. I wish we’d been able to stay there.” 

“Me too, kid,” Hunter said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair after resting his wooden utensils on his plate. “But you know trouble follows us wherever we go. It’s better for them this way. Besides, Xylo is pretty much the same–”

“Aside from an entirely different subset of ecosystems and a much larger diversity in flora and fauna due to the greater size of the island, yes… Xylo is similar to Pabu in that… they are both islands,” Tech interjected, wavering at the end as he caught sight of Phee's fondly arched eyebrow directed at him.

“I know,” Omega said, “It’s just hard making friends wherever we go and having to leave them… Jek and Shaeeah, Hera, Lyana… But everyone at school is really nice so far too.” She was so sweet, so earnest, always trying to look on the bright side while still being true to her feelings… Hunter’s heart warmed in his chest as he listened to her thoughts. 

“Yeah, how’s that going?” Wrecker asked. He was the best uncle, ever-vigilant about her experiences on the island of Xylo since they’d made a decent attempt to integrate into society. It had been the better half of a year already, and they felt as though things were just now settling into some faint hint of an established life. 

“I love it!” Omega exclaimed enthusiastically, causing infectious smiles to appear on several of her family members’ faces. “It was the best year for me to join – it sounds like everything before this was all just academic units, but now they’re getting to really live it out and see what they want to do in life!”

“Academic units are highly useful building blocks for success in individual endeavors, Omega,” Tech reminded her. “Or for saving one’s life when careening toward the earth at fatal speeds in cargo containers…” he smirked, enjoying his own dry humor for a moment before falling silent. Phee was the only one who caught the slight flash of a frown at the corners of his lips and the way he subconsciously rubbed his thigh – echoes of the pain of the past. 

“I know, Tech, but I’ve been studying everything, and now it’s time to actually do stuff! The forestry section just wrapped up, and this week I get to start shadowing Madame Dreyfus – she’s a seamstress who dyes her own fabrics! I heard that if I do well, she might let me make my own outfit for the Advancement Ceremony at the end of the year!”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, kid,” Phee said confidently, smiling warmly above the table while her hand joined Tech’s beneath, gently placing it on top of his where it rested on his thigh. 

“Maybe you could make Wrecker something to wear so he has more than two shirts,” Crosshair suggested, squinting at his brawny brother, who rolled his eyes, unfazed, and brushed a few crumbs off his open-chested brown tunic.

“Maybe you could make Crosshair some pants that aren’t so kriffing tight so he’s not acting like he’s got a wad of fabric up his–”

“Language, Echo,” Hunter growled, and Omega wasn’t the only one who enjoyed a hearty chuckle.

“You know I hear worse than that at school,” she giggled, eyes sparkling with delight as Echo gave her a wink. 

“I know…” came Hunter’s answering grumble, and Omega reached across beneath the table to give his leg a little tap with her foot, watching his face soften as their eyes met.

“Anyway,” Echo continued, “With the number of sign-ups at the DTA, we’re going to need some other instructors and guides soon. I don’t suppose any of you are interested in donating some of your time and expertise to whip these locals into shape?”

“DTA?” Crosshair’s partner whispered.

“Defense Training Academy,” he murmured back, rubbing an idle hand up and down their muscular arm. “It’s what the cool kids call it.”

“Then I will definitely not call it that,” they snickered, and Crosshair smirked as he turned back to Echo.

“They’re gonna need more time before they can handle anything I’ve got to teach them,” he said. “But I’d pay good money to be able to watch them fight Wrecker for sport. Er, practice.”

“That’d be fun!” Wrecker laughed, smacking his closed fist with his other hand. “Gonna have to wait though. I’m swamped with projects after the last mudslide. Everyone wants things added or changed to their rebuilt homes so it’s all takin a lot longer.”

“They’re keepin you busy, huh?” Phee asked, knowing that Wrecker loved every minute of it. He’d never had the opportunity to put his skills to use outside of his service to the Republic, and she’d been privy to many a conversation filled with his enthusiasm for craftsmanship. It helped that he was able to lift and move most everything by himself, too.

“Yeah! Now if I could just get Hunter to stop freaking out the locals when he’s out huntin,” Wrecker said, narrowing his eyes at the Sergeant, who smirked and shrugged.

“Look, the whole island is open access. It’s not illegal. Besides, I think they’d be complaining a lot more if their favorite meats weren’t available at my shop anymore…”

“That’s for sure!” Omega chipped in, wearing a wry smile. It struck Hunter in that moment just how much she had changed in the short time they’d known her. Especially since the Tantiss rescue, where they’d successfully extracted her along with Tech and Crosshair before blowing up the entire facility and everything in it, her face had gotten more angular, her hair longer. She was wildly intelligent and had an enthusiasm and warmth that was unmatched, but as she’d grown, they’d had their share of conflicts. Hunter couldn’t relate, having had his entire life planned out for him as soon as he’d reached “adulthood” with his rapidly-accelerated aging, but there were endless nuances to a young woman that he was having to figure out as they went along. Sometimes he forgot how much she was aware of – she’d been so sheltered from certain realms of civilian life, but having nestled into life on the island, she’d become much more connected and “up with the times”, so to speak. She continued, a glimmer in her eye now, “I heard some office ladies talking about you the other day!”

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, squinting at the mischief on her face.

“Yeah,” she echoed, idly rolling the last piece of sushi on her plate. “One of them said she loved your butcher shop and that you’ve got the best meat on the island,” Omega said slowly, face straight as a board. “The other one said she couldn’t agree more, and a third one said she hasn’t been to the shop but would love to have your meat in her mouth.”

Echo choked on his drink, Crosshair’s toothpick fell out of his mouth, and Wrecker exploded into a guffaw that sent the sea birds tumbling through the air before quickly regaining their graceful hovering. Hunter pressed his lips together, focusing his gaze on Tech’s completely impassive face to try to stabilize himself before replying.

“You’ll have to point out the third one next time I take you to school,” Phee said quietly, nothing but innocence painted across her features. 

“Seemed like an odd way to say it,” Omega muttered, twisting her mouth to the side, and Hunter genuinely couldn’t tell if she was pulling his leg or not. 

“You will find that there are many nuances to speech specific to geographical and cultural areas that might make one phrase sound entirely different than it would in another place. I would not worry about it. The point is that we should congratulate Hunter on his successful business,” Tech suggested, speaking loudly over Wrecker’s continued laughter.

“Yeah,” Echo agreed. “He sure is satisfying his customers…”

“Apparently not all of them,” Crosshair prodded, and his partner elbowed him again.

“Moving on,” Hunter said emphatically, “Wrecker, when can you fix the chimney? Winter will be here soon and I can only keep it so warm with that draft…”

“Yeah yeah,” Wrecker said, waving him off amid residual chortles. “I’ll come by this week.”

“Taungsday?” Hunter pressed.

“Mmm, Centaxday maybe. Taungsday is the “Grand Re-Opening” at the tiki bar. They got new freshers! Supposed to be all fancy now.”

“Anything would be fancy compared to the pits they had,” Tech sniffed. “While wildly inconvenient for relieving oneself during a raucous night of imbibing, they could have been permanent fixtures in the cultural museum considering how primitive and dated they were.”

“I’m sure the locals would be thrilled at that exhibit,” Phee affirmed, rising to her feet to begin clearing the table. The Primeday tradition of dinner at Tech and Phee’s had been one of the first things everyone had agreed on, and in the months since they’d arrived on Xylo, it had been the grounding activity each week that allowed them to feel a sense of belonging and routine. 

Everyone got up to help clean up except for Wrecker and Hunter, who lingered behind to finish their drinks. Tech had not only developed an interest in cooking, but had also discovered quite the knack for mixing drinks. He couldn’t stand the local tiki bar down on the beach, insisting that their proportions were all wrong and they were using nothing but cheap garbage to try to make as much profit as possible. However, considering the beautiful waterfront location and the fact that it seemed to be the main gathering place for the entire town, no one seemed to mind quite as much as Tech. 

“Headin out early tomorrow?” Wrecker asked, swirling the liquid in his wood cup.

“Mhm,” Hunter answered, mimicking the movement before taking a sip. “The Kod’yok are migrating and the locals love their flank steaks. You good to walk with Omega?” 

“You betcha, although she’s getting old enough that she probably doesn’t need it anymore, ya know…” 

“I know, but let’s let her be the one to suggest that, eh? I don’t want her feeling thrown out on her own in a new place. Plus, we can never be too safe.”

Wrecker sighed. He’d been able to let go more quickly of the paranoia that still seemed to rest on Hunter’s shoulders, although he was aware of the crippling responsibility the Sergeant felt for all that had transpired, from Crosshair being separated from the squad back on Kamino to the rescue attempt that had cost Tech his life, or so they thought. Recovering the rest of the team had been a harrowing fiasco, but they’d emerged victorious… barely. 

They’d found a planet in the middle of nowhere, uncharted in most of the records Tech was able to find, and it had been a welcome respite from the increasing turmoil across the galaxy that accompanied the spread of the Empire. Xylo was similar to Pabu in its feeling of safety and anonymity, unknown by virtually anyone outside the island, and there were a handful of other similar islands scattered across the rest of the planet, most of which was covered by water. Xylo was the largest island on the nameless planet and had so far been a good place for everyone to settle.

It was late by the time everyone had finished their cleaning and conversations, and Hunter was the last to leave, thanking Phee again for her usual hospitality as she disappeared around the corner with a wave. Tech saw him out, pausing on the doorstep to fiddle with one of his pouches.

“I finished this today,” he said, handing a small bag to Hunter. “It will function excellently anywhere on the planet. I can assemble others if you feel a need, but I believe our existing comm devices suffice.”

“Thanks, Tech. One is good for now. I appreciate it.” And with that, they went their separate ways.

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Wrapped Around Your Fingers

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT. toy use(reader) Oral, fingering, pet names(both receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms(reader receiving), phone sex.

In which, a hormonal reader gets the unbearable desire for AJ and takes matters into her own hands first.

Requested? Yes / No

Very lengthy fic, maybe to make up for the lack of smut fics from me lately lol. This draft was started 22nd April🥲

The song choice, if you get it, you get it hahah. I saw a wlw rendition of it on Tiktok and it inspired a part of this fic.

Rolling over in bed, you were startled by the fact that the spot next to you was cold and empty. But then you remembered that AJ had track practice all day - well, not all day but it seems like it sometimes. Anyway, your little dream woke you up all hot and bothered. You were ovulating. And during then, you were, let’s just say…needy. You tried to go about your day as per usual, but didn’t even last an hour before sending AJ a suggestive text. Obviously, knowing her schedule, she was busy and you ended up taking matters into your own hands in the meantime while you waited for a response from her.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, you shut the doors and curtains, turning on the bedside lamp that has warm lighting. Next, you grabbed your favourite vibrator and popped a battery in, pressing the power on button to test it. Shrugging, you powered it off to remove your shorts. And right as you ghosted the toy over your clothed clit, your phone buzzes.

Sighing, you reached over to get ahold of it. And you’d just gotten a glimpse of her equally enthusiastic reply before you got a call from her.

“Hey. I’m on my break now so I have some time.” AJ started, “I’m in my car so I have the privacy.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” She chuckles lowly, “So tell me, what’re you doing right now?”

Does she know? God, she could hear it, couldn’t she?

“I, uh—”

“I hear the buzzing, babe.” She states.

Oops.

AJ laughs, “You want me to tell you what to do, my love?”

You gulped.

“O-okay.” Your breath hitched as you blinked furiously.

“Well, if I recall correctly, you’d always press a vibrator up to your clit first. So, why not just keep doing that while you let your mind…run free? Think about me, what’s I’d be doing to you if I were there. My hands squeezing and massaging your tits, my eyes looking at you trying not to whine…”

You did, you let a whine slip and she chuckles expectantly. “Keep thinking about what you wanna do with me, what you want me to do you, anything at all…”

Oh, jesus. You panted, another whine getting caught in your throat.

“Hey, I wanna hear you, y/n.” She demanded, but was still gentle. You didn’t say a thing back. “y/n, did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed harshly, “Yeah.”

“Good. Slip your underwear off.” She instructed, and you did just that before she even finished speaking. “Keep the toy there, trace yourself, tease yourself…feel how wet you are, baby…”

You whimpered, pursing your lips together while keeping the vibrator against your clit. The fingers on your free hand moved like she told you to, working yourself up with ease. “Does that feel good, baby?”

Another whimper falls from your mouth at her question. “That’s what I thought.” She said back, you could almost hear that she was smirking.

“Use your fingers, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself until you’re close and pull them out and also stop the vibe.” She ordered without hesitance, that tone of voice riled you up further as you became acutely aware of the slick that was almost too rapidly coating your hand.

You stuck two fingers into your entrance and began to push them in and pull them out, not even bothering to start slowly because you were way too worked up already, the lack of friction was making you go faster to make up for it, and AJ could damn well hear it. The desperation.

How your breath became increasingly ragged, how the little noises slipped from your mouth unendingly, each one signalling to her that you were steadily approaching climax.

“AJ, oh my God, I—”

“Okay, stop.” She told you. And you did, but not without a very unhappy whine. AJ laughs lightly, “Be good, bunny. Just wait for a little bit, and then resume.”

It was probably not more than a minute before she gave you the okay to continue stimulating yourself. But it felt like forever and hurt like hell. “Oh, poor baby couldn’t wait a second longer, hm?” She chuckles lowly, “That’s okay, keep going. Keep letting me hear you. Picture me right there with you, hands holding you open while I lick you up, over…and over. You can’t hold back, don’t fight it. I wanna hear all of it, y/n.”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” You moaned, “I’m so close, babe.”

“I know, I know.” She hums, “I know, my love.”

Shit. She really knew how to make you go crazy. What she’d just said made you feel intense butterflies in your chest that quickly rushed down south. Before you knew it, you felt yourself tightening, your walls clenching erratically, wrapping itself around your fingers. The noises came out of you unendingly, without any other thought than the fact that you needed to come and soon.

“Give me one, baby. Go ahead. Come now.”

Your body takes her command as its cue to unravel, you’d pushed yourself over the edge successfully, now riding your high out with the languish pace of your fingers. “Good girl.” She praised. You cursed under your breath, “Oh, my fucking god. God, I miss you AJ. I need you so bad.”

“I’ll be home in a few hours, baby.” She promised, “Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing bath in the meantime? Then maybe give yourself a round two if you feel like it? I’ll be home before you know it.”

————

Well, you didn’t even think about going again, but since she suggested it— Damn it, you were thinking about it now. It was your off day so you didn’t have anything to do anyway, so you just picked out a new set of clothes then went to run a bath for yourself.

You sat in there for a good while, getting some shut-eye, but of course, your mind drifts back to your conversation with AJ and you were then subsequently pulled out of your thoughts and the bath, by the familiar buzzing of your phone. Getting out of the tub, you wrap yourself in a fuzzy robe after reentering your shared bedroom. You got ahold of your phone and realised it was a text from AJ. A selfie. This girl knew you like the back of her own hand, doing precisely what would make you feel in the mood.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, “Damn it, AJ.”

You sent her one back, showing your utter annoyance at her attempt while you were freshly bathed. But there was no denying it worked- her selfie did its work.

What you did next, though, was to get dressed and get in bed to get some sleep. You were feeling very comfortable and sleepy, so you could definitely fall asleep quickly right now. Wrapping yourself under the covers, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep without any trouble. It was a pretty peaceful sleep, except for the wet dream you started to have before getting awoken by someone walking around the room. You hear the creak of the wardrobe door, eyes peeling open. “AJ.” You gasped.

“Hi, baby.” She smiled, shutting the wardrobe door and climbing into bed with you, still undressed. Your eyes stayed open for barely a few seconds before they fluttered shut again. You feel her hand on your cheek, “Hey, you. You okay?”

“‘m just sleepy.” You mumbled. She presses a soft kiss to your lips and you naturally reciprocated. “Do you still need me to—”

“Mmm, yeah.” You hummed, barely audible as you squirmed a little to free yourself slightly from the covers, “Fuck, of course.”

“Okay.” She kisses you again, this time it wasn’t just a light touch- it deepens, she slips her tongue into your mouth while tangling your legs together. Her knee swiftly finds its way in between your thighs, pushing up against the sensitive area. You seethed and nearly bit her on the lip, chuckling as your hand travelled down to her bare ass, giving it a squeeze. “Hey.” She chided playfully, “No, no. You did the work earlier, it’s my turn right now.”

“Please, I missed you.” She told her, out of breath. She sent a bewildered look your way, having not seen you like this before. Not that she was complaining, but it was vastly different than your usual quiet and submissive manner.

“Alright…” She gave in, letting you touch her as you pleased, inevitably you riled yourself up even more, feeling as if her kisses alone were no longer enough. A whine slips from your lips, prompting her to ask you what you wanted. “I don’t care what you do, I just need you, please. Take me however you want.”

“Someone’s a little eager today.” She smirked, peeling the blanket off of you, her knee leaving its position in the process.

“Fine, I’m horny as fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear?” You revealed. She hovers over you, allowing your eyes to a treat of her bare body. Oh, yup. That ignited something in you.

“AJ, can I— can I top you?”

“Thought you said you needed me ‘so bad’.” She teased.

“Oh.” Your face fell. She bites back a laugh, “Baby, it’s totally fine. You can, absolutely. Go for it.”

You flipped her over, now being in her position instead. You straddle her though, eventually sitting down on her core carefully. You bent forward to reconnect your lips, cupping her face at the same time. You gradually moved lower, eliciting sweet little noises out of her mouth that was like music to your ears, having your yearning for more. “Feel good, babe?” You ask, now laying beside her, her breast right in front of your face. “Yeah, fuck!” She panted, a grin plastered on her face when you captured her nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, she moans. Your hand skilfully reached out to her other breast and shamelessly massaged it. The noises from her don’t stop, on the brink of sounding pornographic at this point. You were quick to move even lower, your sleepiness long forgotten now. Pushing her legs open as she moved them herself, it was like a well-coordinated dance of sorts as you eagerly dipping your tongue into her folds.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good.” AJ hums, her hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place. You smiled in content, circling her clit and going faster. “Yeah, oh, fuck. That’s it, keep—”

When you slipped a finger into the mix, “Holy shit, oh, my God, okay.” She panted, eyes flicking downward to look at you. You two locked eyes, you purposely pushed into her harder, your finger stays curled to hit her g-spot repeatedly. With each whine, came a curse word, which made you feel like you were ascending into heaven. When her back started to arch off the mattress, she pulls herself a little further from you so you grabbed her hip and pulled her back. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, shit. Keep going, please. Please. I’m so close, babe.”

You detached your mouth and pulled out your finger just for fun. You wanted to see her squirm. “Baby, please…” She blindly reached for your hair, wanting you back on her and in her. “Please, y/n…”

You were going to give in either way, you just wanted to hear all of that. Once you’ve had enough of your fun, you attached yourself onto her cunt again, fingers resuming their movement. You watched her absolutely blissed out face as she rapidly approached her high. She looks so damn cute, wrapped around your fingers like that. Her eyes hooded as she looked right at you, not having a single thought other than one — she needed that release. You could not only see it, but feel it. The clenching around your fingers began slowly, but it soon became prominent, erratic. And then came the pulsing of her clit, as if it was convulsing beneath the warmth of your mouth.

“Come for me, AJ…” You coaxed, “Come for me. I know you want to— do it.”

With an absolutely obscene whine, she unravels, soaking your fingers and some of the bed beneath her. You watch, satisfied. “Oh, you’re so amazing.”

“Aw, I’m flattered.” You joked. She laid on her stomach for a moment before pushing herself up.

————

“Okay, baby.” AJ looked at you, “Come on, your turn.”

You laid down gleefully, ready for her to get started. “Still want me to take you however I want?” She asked seriously.

“Yup.” You confirmed, “Just fucking kiss me already, God. That was so, so perfect.”

She smiled, instantly giving you what she wanted. “You did so good.” She brushes the hair out of your face. “You wanna lay on your stomach for me, baby? Face down, ass up?”

“Okay.” You lazily started moving yourself after she took off your clothes and she helps, adding a pillow beneath you to aid the position and for your comfort.

“I’ll be back in a minute okay? I’m just going to grab a couple things.”

You knew, you knew just what she was going to retrieve and you were fucking happy about it. Your guesses were proven right when you felt the cool feeling of the lube hitting your skin. Chuckling, you felt another rush of heat force its way down and out of your cunt. “You probably didn’t need that much lube.” She laughs, “But it’s okay.” AJ finger ran a stripe up from your clit to your entrance and you squirmed, a whine reflexively heard from you. And that’s when you felt it- the tip of the strap teasing your folds before it settles at your entrance. She peered over to look at your face before she started pushing into you cautiously. Your mouth hangs open, a low groan emits.

As she gains momentum, she also picks up her pace, based on what she was hearing from you. However, due to your solo session a few hours prior, you found yourself near the edge sooner than you liked. “AJ?” You called out, “Can you edge me?”

Never would you have thought that you would say those words…but, AJ being AJ, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Sure, bunny.” She replied, her left hand groping your ass cheek as she slowed down. In the meantime, your soft needy noises kept that smile on her face as she admired you— face, body and anything else in between.

After a good while, you feel the apparent tightening in your core, an abrupt high pitch noise alerted her of it. “Want me to go faster, baby?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “But can you use your hands, please?”

“Of course, my girl.” AJ answered sweetly, gradually pulling herself out then pushing you to lay on your back. She doesn’t start immediately, but instead leaned in to kiss you for a little bit first. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” You answered, naturally a little winded.

“Good.” She caresses your cheek before relocating herself between your legs after spreading them apart. “So pretty.” AJ remarked, then you feel her ring-clad fingers gliding up and down your folds. Your clit pulses as her touch, asking for more. She listens, you feel her push her middle finger into you- you could feel it by how the rest of her fingers rested against you. She fingered you till you shook, a whiny mess before her eyes then slid her ring finger inside you. You let out a cry in surprise, “Yeah, yeah. Oh— God. I’m gonna come, AJ…”

And you did, swiftly unraveling once, then again when she continued the push and pull of her fingers then sucked you with her mouth. Pressing a kiss to your clit, she proceeds to pepper kisses all over your inner thighs as she rubbed them comfortingly as you came down from your high.

Removing the harness her attention was quickly on you again. “You’re okay, my love. You’re okay….it’s okay.” She cajoled, carefully making her way to your side to hold you in her arms. She brushes the hair out of your eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re okay, hm?” She asks, her fingers combing through your slightly messy hair. You nodded, giving her the confirmation, “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m alright.”

She caresses your cheek, looking at you lovingly as your eyes began to droop, “Thanks for letting me try topping you, babe.”

“Oh, I loved it. Please do that again sometime.” AJ smiled.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope, you didn’t. You did so fucking incredible. I would’ve stopped you if you did hurt me. Don’t worry.” She assured. You nodded silently.

You gave her a sleepy smile, fighting the urge to fall asleep, “Okay.” You planted a kiss on her forehead, “I love you.”

AJ chuckles, rubbing your back, “I love you too, my girl. Get some rest, I’ll go make us some dinner.”

You mumbled a barely coherent acknowledgment to what she said while you snuggled closer to her chest, basking in her warmth and embrace. “I love you, AJ. So much.”

“I love you more, baby.”

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hey! i love your work so much, i think you're doing amazing things and i always look forward seeing your posts on my dash.

i was wondering if you'd consider doing a post/sharing your thoughts on the concept of "being in the world but not of the world." it's something that's been on my mind lately, the kind of simultaneous victim/superiority complex that idea could potentially inspire. some verses related to that idea are 1 John 2:15-17 , John 15:19 , and Romans 12:2 .

in any case, i hope you have a fantastic day--you have no idea how important your work is, not only to me but countless others too.

Hello! I am so touched that you find my work meaningful. Thank you for sending this in! It's a fascinating subject and a lot to unpack (after all, it's the whole world we were asked to give up).

As a former fundie, the anti-world messages in these verses hit me pretty hard. They remind me of the years I lost to the faith and the paths I didn’t take. It's strange, because these verses felt so run-of-the-mill when I was a Christian. Of course I was not of the world, I was merely visiting this planet and I would return to my heavenly father once I passed his earthly test. 

I was told as a Christian that the secularization of society was a direct attack on our way of life, that “the world” wanted to replace all of the things that I valued with cheap knock-offs. Sex instead of holy matrimony, prideful independence instead of relying on my heavenly father. I had a very us-versus-them mentality where the "us" was guaranteed to win in the long game of eternity. I won't lie, I felt superior to secular people when I was a Christian. But the trick was, I didn't think that the superiority belonged to me, it belonged to the Christian god. It wasn't me who was better than other people, I was just letting my god protect me from the pitfalls of an earthly existence. If there was goodness or glory in that journey, it did not belong to me. It all belonged to him. It was a “get-out-of-pride free” card.

I had been sold this idea that the world was against “us.” I didn't notice that that hadn't been true for quite a long time. But most of the people around me were acting as if they were still in danger of being persecuted by some modern equivalent of the Romans. The persecution complex was strong, but entirely baseless. Because living in a multicultural society is not the same thing as persecution, even though they were treated as one and the same in my fundamentalist community.

I didn't want to notice that it wasn't loving to ask people to give up their whole lives. I had inherited this ancient contract that told me that I could gain an eternal life. All I had to do was give up everything. I was supposed to treat the world like a den of vipers, to regard everything earthly as garbage, and to live as if I was born in heaven's waiting room. There was no negotiation and the details that I did have were quite hazy as to what that eternal life would be like. And I was supposed to give up the only life I’d ever experienced for vague promises, sight unseen.

As a fundamentalist, I took the sacrificial mathematics of Christianity for granted. Our sacrifice mirrored Christ’s own– it's a compelling story. And I can see how it's attractive for people who crave the purpose, belonging, and freedom from suffering that Christianity promises. But I'm not ready to give up on this life and on this world for an incredibly shady deal. I don't believe that the only way we can be good people is by handing our lives over to someone who does not allow us to have informed consent in an eternal contract.

We deserve to have a connection with this world. We know that this life is real and ready for us to participate in. And if someone wants to separate us from the world, then they'd better be ready to tell us, in detail, the conditions of that contract.

Otherwise, I'm going to go ahead and love the world and the things in the world as long as I'm alive.

links, glorious links

#exchristian #exvangelical #exfundie #deconversion #deconstruction

[gardenschedule]

i’d love to hear more of your thoughts on perceptions of paul as calculating and john’s paranoia. I mean by the various quotes, it seems john was pretty adamant on distrusting paul, so you would think he’d be done with him completely? yet he still thinks about him all the time and even called him when he found out yoko was pregnant with sean. and the fact that he kept asking everyone and their mothers whether or not he should play with paul again during the lost weekend. i mean, there was definitely mixed signals going on?

Unfortunately I do think the paranoia continued up until the end and was quite present in the househusband era, it just never got bad enough (or John could never convince himself) to fully cut Paul off. It might have gotten the best of him if not for a few mitigating factors:

Paul is a pretty persistent guy and continually tried to repair the friendship for most of the 70s. John needs to be pursued and reassured and Paul didn't mind doing that.

Most of the paranoia seemed to revolve around business issues, and they had the 'no talking about business' rule for their phone calls to prevent screaming matches. They also had the 'stop fighting in the media' rule which probably helped.

John was a mercurial personality, I imagine his feelings about Paul (and whether or not he saw him as a threat) changed a lot depending on his current mood, drug use, how things were going with his career/marriage/songwriting/finances, etc

I think John was self aware about his paranoia and insecurity, he seemed to have worked on it (like in his audio diaries where he talked about wanting to avoid feeling competitive with his peers, including Paul)

I don't think Paul ever actually did anything bad enough to warrant ending the relationship? The big betrayal was the lawsuit, and they got past that. If John & Yoko were on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop, to find out that Paul has done something really awful to screw them over, I'm not sure that day ever came.

But ultimately - they were close friends and partners for a very long time. There must have been a solid core of trust, love and respect for them to join their names and share their earnings and plan to work together until they were old. John never completely lost that bit of pride in what he and Paul did together, and pride in himself for choosing Paul.

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

Andreil soulmate au:

Background

Not everyone has a soulmate

To have one you need to fall into a very specific category of people

To put it simply “in order to have a soulmate you and your partner have to choose each other in every universe in existence”

This is a very rare occurrence

Like one in of every million people have a soulmate

You know you have one when you are born with a picture of something that holds meaning to you and you soulmate in every universe

There is only one way to make the marks disappear (when they do you are no longer soulmates in any universe)

“If romantic feelings are expressed and unreciprocated”

As long as there is a possibility for a relationship there is a bond

So all it takes is a no that is genuine for the bond to break

(So if affection is felt by one but never expressed then your still soulmates until the other party rejects you)

(If both parties hold romantic feelings for the other but are unable to be in a relationship then the bond is still there)

It’s basically a “yes, until it’s a no”

***

Nathaniel Wasinski was born with a soulmate to the delight of absolutely nobody. His father hated it for the soul reason of it being a potential joy for his son. He will go on to attempt to rid his son of the mark via a hot iron.

His mother hated it for being a distraction. Years after she would hate it for the fact that frankly, it’s too recognizable. Too distinct.

Abram likes it. In his eyes it’s something to latch onto. “In another universe maybe I’m not constantly in fear of the mob coming to kill me.” It’s hope but hope is not something he has room for so he doesn’t dwell on it.

Alex, Stephan, Chris nor any of his other identities have a soulmate. Abram’s soulmate is his and his alone. He only allows himself to acknowledge his mark in the dead of night locked in motel bathrooms. He traces the lines of the key, watching himself do so in the mirror. He doesn’t acknowledge the multitude of scars surrounding it. In those moments he lets his mind wander to all the possibilities. Who is his soulmate? Are they happy? Do they have a mom that rips their hair out too? Will they ever meet? If they do, could he even feel the types of feelings necessary for them to stay soulmates? Would his soulmate like him? He hopes so. It’s the only thing he lets himself hope for.

***

Andrew Doe was born with a soulmate, his twin brother was not. That distinction played a major part in Tildas decision. She knows the attention people like that bring. If she’s already going to have to deal with a snotty crying shit maker, she wants to do it in peace.

You’d think a child with a soulmate would be easily adopted. It is already rare for a child to be born with a soulmate let alone one that’s being put up for adoption. But Tilda’s track record for abandoning then subsequently coming back for said child put a bad taste in potential adopters mouths. So Andrew gets passed around from one hellhole to another, each with a new and exciting type of trauma for him to experience.

Andrew when he was young liked that he had a soulmate. He’d been abandoned so much but the idea of someone actually choosing him not just once but in every universe gave him hope.

All hope he had died when he was seven.

By the time Andrew Minyard is his legal name he no longer looks at his mark with any emotion at all. It was apart of him but he felt nothing for it. Or at least that’s what he tells himself.

He definitely doesn’t get an intense feeling of longing when he catches a glimpse of the key on his forearm. He definitely doesn’t ever think about his soulmate. who he is, what he’s doing, if they’ve met, how they could meet, what he look like. Is his life just as shitty as his own? No he definitely doesn’t think about that.

Except Andrew is only a liar when it matters and this doesn’t matter. So yes he thinks about his soulmate far more than he’d ever admit out loud ,But it’s not like it matters to him. His soulmate is a pipe dream, something to thinks about but never something he can have.

He’s too broken for his soulmate to choose him anyway.

#anyhoo they figure it out after they start their nothing #this is a WIP I made like a month ago that I probably won’t finish #but I like what I have so I thought I’d share #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #the foxes #neil josten #andreil #all for the gay #aaron minyard #tilda minyard #nathan wesninski #nathaniel wesninski #neil abram josten #andrew joseph minyard #soulmates #aftg au #aftg fandom

[maddymoreau]

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

#Demons and Humans can’t get married even in the present so it adds an extra layer him wanting to introduce us. #There’s a lot more you could add onto this (please do I’d love to hear other’s thoughts). #Like how Diavolo’s childhood affected him just look at the way he describes himself: #“The truth is I am a child in a way. A child who spends his time alone and never gets to do anything interesting.” #A lot of Diavolo’s poor behavior while not excused comes from his childhood. #How Diavolo admits to using his position to force others to do what he wants. Along with how he doesn’t like sharing. #Diavolo’s insecurities in his friendships with others. #Mainly Lucifer and Barbatos which makes sense with how they happened. #IE Forcing Barbatos to become his butler and the oath/deal with Lucifer regarding Lilith. #It’s clear Diavolo is very lonely and carrying a heavy burden. #I like that MCs presence is helping him change into a better person. #Also I don’t think Diavolo hates his father their relationship just isn’t good and very complicated. #Diavolo is such a wonderful character if you have any in-depth posts about him please tag me I’d love to read them!!! #I AM FILLED WITH SAPPY THOUGHTS ABOUT DIAVOLO TONIGHT!!!! #Obey Me #Obey Me Spoiler #Obey Me Nightbringer #OMSWD #Obey Me Diavolo #Diavolo #MaddyMajolish #Is it obvious I can’t sleep because I’m riddled with Blorbo thoughts

[tj-crochets]

Rainbow quilts!! I love how these quilts look together

#sewing #handmade #quilts #quilting #rainbow quilts #I saw this and it made me happy so I thought I’d share it #also like I gotta figure out who in my friend group likes rainbows as much as I do #because I love making rainbow quilts but there is a limit to how many quilts I can actually use #and so far I have made myself three quilts: two for my bed one for my couch #maybe another quilt for my niece? she loves rainbows #I’ve made her several quilts but mostly throw sized quilts and she’s getting bigger #maybe I’ll make her a twin sized rainbow quilt #…but I did just buy a set of pink and purple fabric specifically to make her a quilt #what’s a reasonable number of quilts to gift a person???

[wundrousarts]

Some theories, thoughts, and answers to questions that are in the works that I need to attempt to write out sometime, but probably won’t until I eventually reread Hollowpox on my eternal reread:

What led Squall to try and revolt? Was it a decision by himself, with others, or was there a third party involved? What is true and what isn’t?

What is the fallout and aftermath of Mog’s actions at Courage Square, and what might her future as a budding Wundersmith in Nevermoor look like?

Christmas Eve: is it a Distraction, is there a Ghostly Hour involved, is it related to the Massacre, and how could it relate to modern Nevermoorian religion and Squall’s exile and Eventide activities?

Maud: does she have a knack or some sort of power, how and when does she use it, what is her dynamic with Squall based on, and why is he so scared of her?

Miscellaneous Silverborn Masterpost additions, on a rolling basis as I (or anyone else!) thinks of things.

#and then eventually everything I’ve mentioned that I’d crosspost over here because I reference it in posts and then never do #nevermoor #nevermoor theory #not yet but um….. soon…… ish…………… #I won’t get these out for awhile probably but. am bored and have nothing else to post so. sharing a peek at my drafts! #some of these are answering asks people sent or extrapolating on other posts #so here’s a reminder that I always love discussing any thoughts and theories so feel free to send them my way :) #also some of these I’ve talked about before briefly in other posts or on discord and just never put on here #there’s prob some other things I’ve been needing to crosspost on here but I literally can’t remember what rn oops lol #I also need to edit my theory masterpost / navigation but ummmm not rn lol #I can share like a first draft of the Maud one but I want to approach it again after I reread Hollowpox and think abt it on a larger scale #(I put it in a reddit comment and then am sad when it predictably got no attention lol)

[cheezyratz]

Ahh, Idk if u already did it but from fluff bingo 1C (genuine apology) would be great ‼️

Sorry it took me so long to answer! (Four days I think? Oof my bad!) btw, spoilers ahead!

Also let’s say this is pre-movie but post-Miguel-losing-his-family

❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

Peter paced back and forth, anxiously rubbing his hands together as he waited for Miguel to come back. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened around a week ago. Miguel was already irritable, it was one of those things you knew about a person because you knew that person, y’know? And, really, that should’ve been Peter’s sign to just leave the big guy alone. But no, he just had to talk Miguel’s ear off about MayDay The scene played in his head over and over again. Peter was saying something or another about his daughter when Miguel snapped, both his patience and the pencil he had in his hand. “I know you’re not trying to upset me, Peter, but could you please talk about something else?” Miguel pushed the words through clenched teeth. Even though he wasn’t yelling, Peter could still tell he wasn’t happy. That’s when he realized what he had done. Pretty much rubbing the fact that he had a daughter in Miguel’s face, when the man was already on edge for whatever reason. Miguel looked hurt, and Peter felt guilty. For days he had gone sleepless, regret— Peter shook his head. This wasn’t about him. This was about Miguel. Speaking of Miguel, Peter heard the sound of his door squeak open. “Peter? Why are you in my office?” Miguel asked, arms folded as his narrowed in suspicion. Peter gulped. “Oh! I— uh— um…” Peter stuttered, before sighing. “I just… wanted to say that I’m sorry.” Miguel raised an eyebrow. “For what? You’ve messed up a lot, like, a lot. You’re gonna have to be specific.” Peter chose to ignore Miguel’s second statement. “About the other day. I should’ve been more considerate. You had lost your daughter, and I was there when it happened, and I just…” Peter trailed off, scratching at the back of his neck, “I brought those memories back to you, and I’m sorry.” He said, trying his best to stare at anything other than Miguel. The two were quiet, silence filling the room before Miguel sighed. Peter looked to Miguel, watching as he shook his head. “Thank you, Peter. That…” Miguel trailed off this time, his eyes looking to the side as he searched for the right words, “…actually means a lot, Petey.” He continued, chuckled a little. “You are very— wait…” Peter interrupted himself mid-sentence. “Did you just call me Petey? A nickname? From you, the ever-serious Miguel?” Miguel let out a laugh that made Peter’s heart beat a little faster. “Maybe I did. What’re you gonna do about it?” Miguel’s tone was playful, and Peter turned a bit pink at that. “N-Nothing.” Peter choked out, and Miguel laughed again.

#This came out as more platonic than I wanted but I love me some angst so it’s whateves #Plus I’m gonna write this same prompt a second time #oh no I’ve given too much info uh… #cheese curdles! *dissapears* #Spiderdads #spidersads #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #Originally it just said ‘Miguel pushed…’ and I was like ‘what if someone doesn’t know I mean Miguel’s words and they think he’s having a b #Just thought I’d share cause it’s kinda funny #cheezy writes

[museenkuss]

In 2017 I went to the book fair with my friend and other friends of hers and one of them heard that I keep a journal, so she disappeared suddenly and reappeared with this mini journal they were handing out to advertise their new line of notebooks. It was super sweet but I didn’t use it for ages because the paper doesn’t work with pen and, more importantly, every page has some kind of writing on it — probably because it was a free item meant to advertise the real notebook they were putting out, so you’d go and buy that one. Very long story short, I started using it a few weeks ago and the writing has grown on me so much. Wouldn’t change it for the world.

(Have some library desk pics, maybe one day I’ll take cuter ones but I had to talk about it IMMEDIATELY when it came to mind)

#🦪.txt #on the side blog I recently talked about my fanfic writing notebook and I have to say I loooove talking about those things #notebooks are so cool!!! I love to see how people structure their thoughts and what they write down etc #if I had a real writing journal atm I’d looooove to share pages #but right now I only have a diary #also it’s very intimate? to me? #I hesitated a lot before sharing the fanfic notes because it’s like. those are my thoughts. #I whisper those to myself on paper #so it’s sometimes weird to share them #Musenkuss