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drgenius-reid · 9 months

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Bathtime Bliss

A/N: This is my first piece for Spencer and I absolutely just took it from one of my previous fics for a different person but I think it's cute and I love it so I edited it, lol. I hope you all like it, L x Summary: You share a bath with your husband on vacation Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warnings: (18+ Minors DNI) Implied smut, sharing a bath with a partner, innocent kisses Word Count: 750

Every candle that you could find in the cabin surrounded the bath. You’d balanced them wherever you could– on the sink, on the ledge that sat behind the bath taps, on the windowsill, and the floor in safe spaces. Despite the bitter cold of the outside air that had started to seep through the cracks in the window frame, the bathroom was warm with steam rising from the surface of the water that you were submerged in.

You were at one end of the bath with your legs resting against Spencer’s thighs, watching him with a playful smile that he mirrored. Getting him to agree to sharing a bath had been a struggle. He’d spent almost an hour telling you about the germs that are spread through bodies of water and how it could get uncomfortable.

But with every argument Spencer made, you had a counter argument. After what felt like an eternity, he agreed to take a bath with you and after you squealed in excitement and showered him with kisses, you ran through to the bathroom and started to run the hot water.

Spencer’s hands reached forward just enough that he could run his fingers over the skin of your calves under the water. Your lungs filled with air and you let your eyes flutter closed slightly. It was the first time in a while that you felt truly content. It seemed like there was no break in cases and you struggled to find the time to take a break and enjoy your husband.

‘Do you think we should maybe do something tomorrow?’ Spencer asked. ‘We’ve been here for two days and we haven’t left the cabin once.’

Taking a sip of wine and allowing the liquid to burn your throat slightly, you blinked at him. ‘Why would we leave the cabin and go out into the cold, wet snow when we have such a soft, warm bed here?’ You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and let it go sensually. ‘And we have been doing things. Lots of things. Fun things.’

Spencer shook his head at you playfully before splashing a little bit of water over you as his smile grew. When his hand moved back to your leg, he squeezed it before shifting his body in the water to get comfortable again. The water flowed around you, rippling around your body and heating up the areas of skin that hadn’t been submerged in a while.

The bubbles that hadn’t popped while you’d spent over an hour in the bath were lapping at your skin. They tickled slightly and you couldn’t help but want to grab a handful and blow them over Spencer.

‘Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed every minute of the things that we’ve been getting up to here,’ he whispered as he used his strength to push himself forward to be closer to you, ‘but we came here to enjoy the town. There are cute cafés and stores for us to go to. And there are bookshops too.’

‘Oh well if there are cafés,’ you chuckled. Spencer hooked your legs around his waist and pulled you into his lap as he ran his hands over the expanse of your back. ‘Breakfast out does sound nice,’ you mused as Spencer’s hands roamed your back delicately.

‘So tomorrow when we wake up we will put on every single layer of clothing that we can and we’ll go for breakfast. After breakfast I was thinking we could walk around and do some shopping. I promised Garcia that I would take her a gift home.’

‘You promised her? I promised her too,’ you laughed. ‘I guess she’s getting two gifts.’

Spencer shook his head and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You sighed into it and held his cheeks softly to keep him where you wanted him.

‘There’s an English style pub in town too that we could go to for lunch. And then when we’re back here, we camp in front of the fire to prevent getting sick.’

Spencer’s nose scrunched at the thought of being sick and you chuckled gently, kissing him once more. ‘That sounds like a good day to me, Dr Reid.’

‘I love you,’ he whispered against your lips, ‘and as much as this bath is very romantic and I love just being here with you and being selfish with your time…I-’

‘Me too,’ you laugh, kissing him again. ‘Come on, let’s get out and go to bed.’

‘Who said anything about the bed?’

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amhrosina · 1 year

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Play Time (Matt Murdock x f!Reader x Frank Castle)

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A/N: Hiii! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! A part 2 will definitely be coming soon because this one ends sort of abruptly??? It was already over 3,000 words and I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Not beta read and written in various hospital chairs so bear with me here.

Request: Hiiiii! Can I do a request where it's matt x reader x frank. Matt comes home to his wife is in their shower with Frank (her other partner). Frank didn't know that reader wasn't allowed any play time until Matt got home.

(Part 2)

Summary: Matt tells Reader that she can't have playtime until he gets home, but Frank doesn't know that. When Matt comes home early and finds Frank inbetween Reader's legs, she gets punished by both of them.

(Warnings: hello so much smut literally buckle your seatbelts, dom!frank, dom!!!!matt, brat!reader, spanking, oral (fem receiving), edging, frank is a big ole softie, Matt/Frank call reader 'Kitten')

“Oh my god, Frank.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the shower wall in a hurried motion.

“You like that, baby?” He grunted, pressing his tongue against your core with so much ferocity that you thought you might faint.

“I’m-” You stuttered, gasping as he ran his middle finger down your slick folds. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

He hummed against your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. A guttural moan crawled out of your throat and bounced off the walls in a faded echo. He was toying with you, but you didn’t mind. The water was so warm that steam had begun bellowing over the glass door, hugging the reflective surfaces in a soft haze.

You were so close. You could feel the beginnings of what would be an intense orgasm forming in your gut, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.

“You’re taking such good care of me.” You mewled, running your fingers through Frank’s hair.

“You’re god damn right, I am.” He grunted, and you knew you’d won him over. Frank’s favorite thing in the world was when you or Matt ran your fingers through his hair, and you knew exactly when to deploy that tactic. Normally, touching Frank without permission during sex was off limits, but he was being generous tonight, and you were soaking up as much of it as possible. He’d grant you the orgasm this time, and you were ever so thankful for his generosity.

Frank plunged his finger deep inside you as he began to nip and suck at your clit. Your legs began shaking, and your eyes rolled back as your core tightened. You were seconds, milliseconds away from coming all over Frank’s tongue when you heard the front door slam.

Oh shit.

You tensed, turning your head towards the open bathroom door. Frank paused his movement, and the pleasure of your almost-orgasm ebbed away in an anxious haze.

“It’s just Red.” Frank mumbled, watching you intently. Your eyes were wide, shifting between the doorway and the shower head.

“Fuck.” You whispered, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Frank’s brow furrowed, and he rose to his full height in front of you. “I’m so totally screwed. He wasn’t supposed to be back for hours.”

“What did you do?” Frank grumbled, taking your jaw in his massive hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t be mad.” You started, worry evident in your expression.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“I wasn’t supposed to have playtime until Matty got home.” You whispered in a voice that could only be described as horror-stricken.

Frank’s expression morphed from confusion into amusement, and soon he was chuckling, shaking his head at your arrogance. He softened his hold on your jaw and lowered his hand, lightly tugging you toward him by your throat. His lips grazed the curve of your ear as he spoke.

“You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”

You balked, suddenly terrified to face the wrath of not one, but two dominating lovers. Frank didn’t appreciate being tricked, and Matt had made it abundantly clear that morning that you were not to have any fun until he got home from patrolling. When Frank had trudged through the door an hour ago, it was immediately clear that he had no idea of Matt’s rule, and you’d taken advantage of his ignorance in the worst way possible.

You knew Matt had heard everything. He’d probably homed in on your moans as soon as he was within a two-mile radius of his apartment, hence the door being slammed to announce his arrival. He was home, and he was pissed.

Your gaze drifted to the doorway. Where before there had been an empty space, lit only by the glow of a lamp, now stood the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, broad and menacing in his gear. You suddenly had a firm understanding of the fear many criminals felt when Matt interrupted their nights. Any relatively intelligent person would take one look at him and sprint in the opposite direction, but the pounding in your core amped up at the sight of him, and the smirk on his face wasn’t helping.

Frank reached around you, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. He slid the door open and stepped out, still chuckling as he dried himself off. The cool air settled on your body, and your nipples hardened in anticipation of your punishment. They wouldn’t be gentle, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together at the thought of it.

“Red.” Frank acknowledged Matt with a nod of his head. “Our kitten’s been naughty.”

Matt tilted his head in response, and you got the sudden feeling that you were being scrutinized. Matt hadn’t said a word, and the longer he stayed silent, the more your core pounded between your thighs. Oh, Matty was pissed.

“So it seems.”

Matt’s voice, the Devil’s voice, was so rough that you could’ve sworn you felt it brush against the inside of your thigh as he spoke. Your knees buckled as his voice echoed around the room, and even Frank paused his movements for a moment to look at Matt. Frank couldn’t deny his attraction to Matt when he was like this, so riled up from the night of patrolling, any more than you could deny how incredibly turned on you got when he let the Devil come out to play.

You took a hesitant step out of the shower, reaching for the towel you’d laid out for yourself earlier. Matt clicked his tongue, halting your movement mid-reach. Frank snickered, leaning against the counter and looking Matt up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank was buzzing with excitement about this. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That would just increase the punishment tenfold.

Frank moved across the room, lightly tapping Matt’s jaw with his index finger before tugging the helmet off his head. You watched as they came to an unspoken agreement, and when Frank turned around to smirk at you, your eyes widened with unease. Frank marched out of the room, a light chuckle following him as he made his way out of sight.

It was just you and Matt now, and you wanted nothing more than to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Matty, I-”

“Did I say you could speak?” He interrupted, clenching his fists.

“No.” You shook your head, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this one tonight.

“No, what?” He chided.

“No, sir.” You mumbled, clenching your thighs together.

Matt circled you, predator stalking prey, and pulled you backwards, flush against the armor of his abdomen. His hands roamed your torso, barely grazing the underside of your breasts. His teeth skimmed the skin of your neck, and you panted when you felt his desire for you digging into your back.

“What’s our safe word, darling?” He murmured, nipping at the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Satin.” You panted, pressing yourself further into his hold. His hand trailed between the valley of your breasts, up across your collarbone until it wrapped around your throat. He squeezed lightly, emphasizing his command.

“I want you face down on the bed. You are not, under any circumstances, going to touch yourself. Think you can do that, Kitten?”

“Yes, sir.” You responded, nodding eagerly at the thought of him pounding into you. He released his hold on you, turning as he began removing his armor piece by piece. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to drool when his muscles came into view.

“Thirty seconds.” He grunted, unzipping his pants. You snapped into action, hurrying out the door and onto the bed.

Frank was sitting in an armchair across the room, relaxed in a way that only made you more eager to feel him inside of you. His head was leaning against the wall behind him, and his hands were clasped on his stomach. His legs, large and muscular, were stretched out in front of him. He was a poster child for peace, and it made you antsy. You weren’t expecting him to let you off so easy.

He had pulled a pair of sweatpants on, but his upper half remained bare. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with your partners. Both were incredibly strong, chiseled as if they were sculpted by the Gods, and you couldn’t get enough of simply looking at them, let alone getting to love them.

You crawled up the bed on your hands and knees, settling yourself on the soft comforter. You crossed your ankles and rested your chin on your folded arms, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress. A small smile rested on Frank’s face as he intensely watched you make yourself comfortable, and a sense of unease passed over you.

“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You asked, blinking at Frank with doe-like eyes. Any other night, a glance like that one would’ve driven Frank to the point of fucking you sideways, but tonight, he barely acknowledged your question. His grin widened, and you would be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing to the point of aching. Whatever they had in store for you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning.

“Frank,” you whined, shifting your weight so that the comforter would rub against your core, “I need you.” A spark of pleasure rushed through your body as you continued to rut against the comforter, and you could tell you were already soaking through the material. Frank hazily blinked at you, watching your hips with an intensity that would frighten most people. He loudly sighed, chuckling and shaking his head as he looked directly over your shoulder.

You froze. He had to be looking at-

“What are we going to do with you, Kitten? You can’t follow simple instructions?”

Matt was a looming presence behind you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to talk back, even though you weren’t particularly in a position to do so.

“You told me not to touch myself. I wasn’t touching myself.” You mumbled, small smirk playing on your lips.

It was the wrong thing to say, of course, and the thrill that coursed through your veins when Matt flipped you over and furiously tugged you towards him was almost enough to make you come.

“You are such a brat.” He muttered, clutching your throat in his hand. He tugged on the ends of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Is this what you want? To be punished by us?”

Your eyes flicked over towards Frank, who was now leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze had morphed from hazy to pure lust, and the primal urge to jump into his arms and let him fuck you into next week was a keen reminder of the pounding in your core.

You shifted your weight, leaning forward so that your position mimicked one of a begging lover.

“Yes, please, sir. I deserve it.”

Matt wasn’t a monster. If you wanted to be punished, he would indulge you for as long as you could take it. He tilted his head towards Frank, who was already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier in the evening. His fingers lightly grazed your cheekbones, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along your lower lip. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Matt asked, barely managing to conceal his groan when you started sucking on his finger.

“Don’t get distracted, Red. She’s a god damned seductress.”

Frank’s voice carried across the room, and you glared daggers at him when Matt suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. You had almost managed to make Matt forget why he was angry, and if Frank wasn’t so ticked off that you’d tricked him, he might’ve let you get away with it.

“You know what to do, Kitten.” Matt muttered.

You jumped from your spot on the bed, hurrying toward Frank, who had opened his arm in welcome. You crawled into Frank’s lap, leaning your upper body across the arm of the chair. Your ass and legs were seductively draped across Frank’s lap, and it didn’t take long for Frank to swing his hand down, smacking the back of your thigh with a loud clap.

You yelped, whining as pleasure snaked up your body. The jingle of the belt buckle in Matt’s hands had your toes curling in anticipation.

The first slap of the belt against your skin was light, almost like a test swing. You bucked against Frank, panting. The second one stung, and you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out in response. The third had heat curling in your core so tightly that you thought you may burst.

A pressure along your thighs had you whining, and before you could comprehend what or who was playing with you, the slap of the belt on your ass combined with the plunging of Frank’s fingers deep inside of you had you gasping for air.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank grunted, teasing you with long, slow strokes of his finger. “Feel how wet our kitten is, Red.”

Frank pulled his hand away from your entrance, running his fingers along the back of your thigh. Matt lightly grazed your ass with his hand, careful not to irritate the raised welts that the belt had produced. He teased your entrance, sucking in a harsh breath when he felt just how slick your cunt was.

“Fuck, Kitten. It’s almost like you wanted this to happen.”

You turned your head, eyes wide as Frank and Matt realized how terribly they’d fallen for your little game. Of course, you had wanted this to happen. When Matt had warned you not to play until he got home, you had accepted it as a dare to get caught.

“Temptress.” Frank muttered.

Matt didn’t say anything. Instead, he plunged two fingers into you and pumped them in and out so rapidly that you could barely breathe. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he fucked you with his fingers. Your arms flailed, grabbing at anything you could hold on to, which ended up being Frank’s shoulder.

“Take it, sweetheart.” Frank murmured, holding your legs down as you moaned in pleasure. Your core had been so tightly wound after the hours of temptation that it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of heat to spark. You squeezed your eyes shut, panting with anticipation. You were so close, so close, and then Matt’s hand was gone, and you let out the most pathetic whine you’d ever managed.

“Matty.” You sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Matt circled your limp body, still draped across Frank’s lap, and crouched in front of you. The few tears that had escaped at your delayed orgasm were wiped away as Matt caressed your face.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?” He cooed, clicking his tongue in response to your garbled whine.

“Please.” You mumbled, glancing up at him.

“Do you think she deserves to come?” Matt asked, turning his attention to Frank. “Or should we keep edging her?”

“You know how I feel about giving her what she wants.” Frank mumbled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that encompassed your face. Frank could be as brutal and dominating as Matt, but he was always the first one to crack when you started begging. He would always give you what you wanted.

“Lay on the bed, Kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.” Matt pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you sighed in contentment when he pushed your hair out of your face.

You pushed yourself out of Frank’s lap and made your way back to the bed on wobbly legs. You flopped down on your back, glancing towards Matt and Frank as they exchanged low whispers. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Matt’s hand had begun caressing Frank’s abdomen in smooth strokes, circling lower until he reached the waistline of his sweatpants.

Frank nodded, agreeing with whatever Matt had suggested, and flopped down on the bed next to you. As soon as he began touching you, the fire that had been stomped out moments before slowly rekindled. You trembled with desire as his hand swept over your collarbone and lightly wrapped around your throat. He tilted your head toward him and finally brought his lips to yours in a lustful kiss.

You moaned into Frank’s mouth, which fueled his passion even more. He wrapped his hand around your jaw, effectively gaining control of your head movement, and shoved his tongue against yours. You vaguely wondered where Matt had disappeared to, but you didn’t wonder for long. A slow, sensual lick between your folds told you exactly where he’d situated himself, and you couldn’t help but whine.

Something you’d learned early on with Matt was how incredibly talented he was at everything he tried. Eating pussy was no different. Matthew Murdock ate pussy like it was his last meal on Earth, and you’d grown extremely fond of this attribute.

Your legs began to shake as Matt assaulted your cunt with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and spit with a ferocity only he could accomplish, and soon you were panting and whining so much that Frank lowered his attention to your breasts.

As soon as Frank’s lips wrapped around your nipple, you were a goner. You arched into both men’s mouths as a white flash of heat overtook your body. A loud moan escaped your throat, one that Matt matched as he continued to lick your cunt, which sent you into an oversensitive haze. Your heart thundered against your ribs, and it felt like an eternity before you could breathe again.

When you finally opened your eyes, desire once again buried itself deep in your core. The lower half of Matt’s face was slick with your arousal, and Frank was eyeing you with a lustful gaze. Both were rock hard, and you suddenly felt like you might die if you didn’t have them inside of you soon.

“I want-” you panted, losing the second half of your sentence. Frank leaned his cheek into your hand while Matt ran his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion.

“What do you want, Kitten?” Frank cooed, kissing your palm.

“I want you. Both of you.”

Frank smirked, cupping your cunt with his massive hand. You jumped with oversensitivity but spread your legs wider anyway. “All you had to do was ask, Kitten.”

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rhodesrider · 6 months

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Walk All Over

Dom! Dominic M. x Brat!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW Mentions, Brattiness, talking back, clicker punishment, slight manipulative tactics, mentions of poly relationship (But focused on Dom lol)

Minors DNI

“You want me to do what?”

Dominic was trying to enjoy a sandwich in peace while sitting in the living room watching tv. But soon Rhea and Damien had to talk to him for a bit about a little miss someone’s behavior towards them. “We want you to stand up for yourself more to pumpkin.” Damien said a bit irritated. Dominik looked at Rhea and she nodded agreeing with him. “You’re her Dom as well, and you shouldn’t let her walk all over you.” Dom then finished his bite putting the sandwich down. “I feel like you guys are over exaggerating. Shes not that bad to me.” Rhea and Damien both looked at him with a doubting glare. “Well, remember earlier?” Damien asked.

Earlier that day, Y/N walked down the stairs and walked past Dominik and grabbed some Ice cream from the freezer, but Dominik made her lunch while the rest were out and about. “Hey Y/N put that back I made you lunch.” Dominik spoke. She looked at him with a unamused look, “No thanks I want something sweet.” She started to open the ice cream pint, and Dominik took the spoon out her hand. “Put it back, last chance.” “Or? Be a snitch and tell mama?” She smirked and looked at him up and down. Sizing him up. “Maybe.” He tried to keep eye contact and show that he’s in charge, but one little issue, he’s a switch. Hell most of the time he gets treatments from Rhea when he’s not on his best behavior, same as Y/N. “Pumpkin it’s just you need to eat your lunch..” “Please Dommi?Just a few bites?” She pouted as she gave him the sweetest eyes, batting her eyes some, Dominik caving in slowly. “Ok ok go ahead but after you eat lunch. Please I don’t feel like hearing their mouth.” Dom groaned. She kissed his cheek and ran with the ice cream to enjoy her frozen treat. She soon swindled into more and more and then the lunch went cold, her not wanting to eat it at all.

“Ok it was just a lunch time. If won’t happen again.” He muttered. “Dom she got away with a lot of that with you, we watch and listen. She’s gonna keep taking advantage of your kindness.” Damien voiced. “No she doesn’t..” Dom was a bit hurt. “She does honey, doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you it’s more she’s smart. How do you think we survive her?” Rhea smirked. “Remember when she tried Finn the other day?” Dom remembers that plain as day,

Finn is not a force to mess with. “Finny can I-“ “Munchkin if it’s about any snacks that you’ve already had, you know the answer.” He said sharply with a smile reading and not even looking at her. She sighed and she stormed off but soon heard a familiar click. His counter, right in his hand as he heard the movements that changed. “You stomping off doesn’t get you anything you want.” He reminded her. She was steaming mad, but swallowed her pride and walked away quietly not to cause another click or two. Finn just smiled and went back to his activity.

“That clicker has always been an issue for her. Shes scared of it.” Damien smirked. “We use that as an advantage as well.” Rhea smiled. “I don’t know guys I’m not that…you know..” he mumbled. “It’s either you start putting your foot down or else Dom Dom.” Rhea made it clear. She didn’t want her just stepping all over Dom and take advantage of him. “Ok..” he said and she kissed him on his forehead. “Good boy.” Damien rolled his eyes and they both walked away so he could finish his food. He sat there and bit his lip really thinking on the times where he would find himself weak because of her tactics. Honest, he didn’t like to see her cry or upset. But he didn’t wanna seem like a softy when there’s times he wants to be dominate.

It was soon the next day, and Dom was on alert for anything shenanigans Y/N had in store. Rhea was off to the gym, Damien and Finn are out getting stuff for tonight’s dinner so him and Y/N was by theirselves. Y/N came down stairs and scanned the room slow, no sign of the others, but dear lil Dom. She smirked and she sighed getting down the stairs, grabbing the remote and sitting on Dom. “Was watching tv.” He sighed. “So? I wanna watch.” She smirked and changed the channel. Dom was already irritated but this seemed like her pushing buttons then her just being hardheaded. “Oh I remember I had some left over ice cream in the freezer!” She smiled and bounced off him going to the freezer. “You need to ask me first.” She blinked stopping mid tracks before even touching the door to the freezer. She looked at Dom behind her and smiled. “I have to do what?” “Ask me. You know it’s almost time for lunch-“ “I don’t care. I never cared. But I have a sweet tooth. So imma get me some ice cream.” She said bluntly. She touched back around and soon a sound haunted her.

Click

“Close it.”

She peeked seeing that Finn gave Dom his counter. It was tense in the kitchen, she looked directly at the counter. She can’t snatch it out his hand, he’s just gonna add. More and more clicks for Finn to see. More of blindfolds and denied orgasms, privileges taken, she heard another click and got nervous. It was dangerously close to 10. “Last chance pumpkin, close it.” Dom saw how an arrogant little brat she was, then this submissive “Oh I’m in trouble.” Face he honest saw adorable. She closed the freezer not breaking eye contact with the clicker. “Now, you will wait till they get back with food. Then you ask. Understood?” His voice bellowed and carried in the house. She slightly jumped. Her eyes started to water, and Dom saw the tear but stood his ground. “But Dommi-“ “I don’t want to hear it. You have to give me some respect too. Rather you like it or not.” Her tears cleared fast seeing he wasn’t breaking and she rolled her eyes in anger. Alligator tears. He added another click and she snapped her neck back to it as it was firm in Dom’s hand. “The eye roll wasn’t necessary. Just a yes sir will suffice.” Her nose wrinkled some but she was so close to 10 clicks she couldn’t risk it. “…Yes sir…” she said and he nodded. “Go sit down.” She walked away sitting in her comfy corner pissed.

Dominik kept the look on his face, but inside he was so excited. She listened to him for once, was didn’t cave in and show any weakness. He sat back watching tv soon having a wave of guilt over him glancing here and there to Y/N. But he had to keep his ground. He sighed in relief as he heard the door and everyone coming in, any longer and he would have caved. “Hey guys, what’s up with Princess?” Rhea asked, Finn picked up the counter and saw two more clicks were added. “Hm seems like someone was being a little shit.” She just rolled her eyes from the teasing. “Dom you handled her?” Damien asked curious. He nodded blushing a bit as Rhea was smiling at him proud. “Good job Dom Dom.” She kissed his cheek and went to the kitchen getting out some ice cream. “Here babygirl.” She smirked and got up getting the ice cream with led Dom confused. “It was a test. You passed.” Damien laughed. “And thank you Princess for helping us out, we know you aren’t that much trouble baby~” Damien cooed and kissed her all over making her giggle. Dom just sighed at the shenanigans. “You guys are a lot to deal with…” “You love us dummy.” Rhea giggled. Y/N went over and kissed him as her own reward. “You did good dommi.” Dom smiled and kissed her back.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe judgement day #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wwe rhea ripley #wwe damian priest #finn balor

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 1 year

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Common Grounds / Chapter 6

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: T (for now... you know me, this will go up)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Food mention, slow burn, yearning, flirting, overly charming Marcus, seriously the man is a menace in this chapter, so much unresolved sexual tension

Summary: ...Is it Friday yet?

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I'm so used to writing behemoth chapters that I panic and worry that anything less than 2k isn't worth posting and that I should make it longer, LOL, but I like where this ends. Next chapter they FINALLY go out to dinner <3

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"Shit!"

Steaming milk sloshes over the rim of the coffee cup, running down the sides and creating a pool on the counter. Sighing, you grab a replacement cup, pour the overflowing contents into the fresh one, and hand it to the customer.

"That's like the third time you've done that this morning," Sam remarks. "Are you okay?:

"I'm great," you answer quickly.

"I'm glad," Sam answers, "but you should get out of outer space and back to the coffee shop before we run out of milk. And cups."

"I ran into Derrick yesterday," you say abruptly.

Sam drops the scone they're holding, sending crumbs scattering around your feet. "Excuse me? You're just going to blurt that out?" They whirl to you, grabbing your shoulders and staring into your face. "Are you okay? What did he say? Did you punch him? Can I punch him?"

"No… no punching," you say, trying to squirm out of Sam's hold. "It's fine, he just came to rub some million dollar deal in my face."

"Hey," the customer at the counter says weakly. "Um, can I–can I have my… scone?"

"This is important," Sam announces, barely turning around to acknowledge them. "Babe, you were supposed to call me if he ever showed up."

"It's fine, Sam. Besides…" you say casually, knowing you're about to drop an even larger bomb on them. "...Marcus was there."

You grab a scone from the shelf, put it into a white pastry bag, and hand it to the befuddled customer.

"Marcus?" Sam shrieks, before schooling their face into the most ridiculous, overexaggerated customer service look you’ve ever seen. “Welcome to Common Grounds! What can I get started for you?”

"Mmhmm," you hum an affirmative to Sam as you pour the woman’s requested iced coffee.

"Excuse me," Sam begins indignantly, but you interrupt.

"Guess that's what happens when you miss a day!"

"I'll keep that in mind next time and come vomit in the cookie dough."

"Sam," you scold, laughing.

The next customer is eyeing both of you warily. "They're kidding," you tell him. "It's a bit we do. Can I interest you in a cookie? Chocolate chip."

The man grimaces and shakes his head. "Can I get one of those… lavender lattes?"

You smile and ring the man up. That reminds you–Marcus should be in any minute. You're giddy–even more so than usual. Marcus had asked you on a date, hugged you twice, kissed you on the forehead, and suggested that he'd like to do much more than just that. You're vibrating with excitement at the prospect of going on another date with the man on Friday.

"Hellooooo," Sam says in a sing-song voice. "Why was Marcus there?"

"He was um," you stammer as you pull the espresso shot, "he came back to the cafe to uh, ask me on a date?"

As Sam's jaw drops, you suddenly remember something.

"Hey! You owe me two months of opening up shop!" you exclaim, a wide grin on your face.

"First of all, I fucking told you," Sam says, bumping you with their hip. "Second of all, when is your date?"

"He took me out for ice cream yesterday," you say, "after the whole Derrick debacle and a shit morning at work–Lavender latte!–and we went for a walk and talked for like, an hour."

"Oh. My fucking. God," Sam deadpans. "I'm dead. I've passed away. Who takes someone out for an ice cream and a walk in the year of our lord two thousand twenty-two? That's a date straight out of the fifties."

"I guess Marcus does. And he's taking me to dinner on Friday, too," you tell them, just before taking another order.

"Did he kiss you?" Sam asks as you pour an americano with room for cream.

You avoid making eye contact. "On–on the forehead. Once."

"No way. I refuse to believe that," Sam says, shaking their head.

"It's true! He's very…" you trail off, searching for the correct word. Just as you decide on 'chivalrous,' Sam chooses another one for you.

"...chaste."

You shrug. "He's really sweet. Americano!"

"Oh, I cannot wait to see this," Sam says gleefully.

You turn to them, confused. "See what?"

"He's here."

Your head whips comically to the front doors, where Marcus is just entering. You're sure that your startled, hopeful expression gives everything away, but for the first time, you don't care. Marcus is looking right back at you with poorly-disguised excitement. As he approaches the counter, his smile grows so wide that his eyes crinkle.

"We're closed," Sam says.

"Perfect," Marcus replies, not missing a beat, "then you're free to come to breakfast with me."

"Ha! I wish," you say emphatically. "What's for breakfast?"

"Hmm," Marcus scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Chocolate chip pancakes? Or no–how about something savory. Eggs benedict?"

"If you're going to come in here and make me hungry, I'm going to ban you for life," you tease.

"Fine, fine," Marcus sighs. "Well, if you're open, I'll have my usual–" he winks at you, "–and a pastry of your choice. Surprise me."

"I know just the thing," you say. "Carrot date muffins. There's a whole serving of vegetables in each one, but they're so sweet that you'd never even know."

"You know I have a sweet tooth," Marcus comments, except this time he says it, there's something far more flirtatious in his tone, blatantly so. He says it while looking not at the muffin, but at you, with a little glint in his eye.

Oh, fuck. You aren't going to make it to Friday.

"Hi."

Both of you jump slightly, the tension not exactly dissipating, just… morphing into a different kind of awkwardness as Sam stands right next to you, looking between the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Hi Sam!" Marcus exclaims. "Feeling better today?"

"Yeah, guess I missed a lot yesterday," they say pointedly.

"Should I have asked for your permission first?" Marcus asks, smiling.

"Maybe you should," Sam says, crossing their arms. "I'm very protective of her, you know."

"Sam," you exclaim, embarrassed at both of their antics.

"I promise I have only the best of intentions," Marcus announces, standing up straight and taking on an overly formal tone. "I have a reservation for two at Osteria Morini on Friday and I plan on treating the lady right.”

You can’t stop giggling at Marcus’s antics. You’re in that wonderful place where everything your crush does is absolutely hilarious, no matter how dorky, and you can’t help but find his playfulness exceedingly funny and charming.

“Are you going to buy her a dessert?” Sam asks, raising one eyebrow.

“If the lady wishes,” Marcus says, syrupy sweet, with a little wink in your direction.

“Okay, I’m out,” Sam says, throwing up their hands.

“Giving up that easily?” Marcus accuses. “I could be anybody!”

You thrust his cup of coffee into his hands. “Out, you menace.”

Marcus is ready. His fingers wrap around yours as he takes the drink, and your hand is engulfed by his larger one. “Text me tonight,” he says softly. “If you want.”

“I will,” you promise.

Marcus pulls away, his fingers lingering on yours until the last possible second. Your eyes follow him out of Common Grounds until he disappears from view outside.

“That. Was. Disgusting,” Sam remarks, coming up behind you.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, not really listening.

Sam hands you an empty cup. “Hazelnut almond milk latte, one extra shot.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Dude.”

“Okay!” You grab a shot glass and press ‘dispense’ on the machine.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Wow.

– – – –

In the evening, just after eating dinner, you text Marcus.

Beep Boop. Will my texts go to some government database somewhere?

The reply comes almost immediately.

Only if you text my work number. Which you DON’T have.

Classified?

Nah, just too risky. Don’t want to mix business and… you know ;)

Lord help you, Marcus is using winky faces.

Business and… what?

Don’t make me say it.

Is the time still not right?

No, the time is not right.

Don’t tell me you’re a “only kiss after the 3rd date” kinda guy

I guess you’ll have to find out. ;)

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck—you scrub your hands down your face and groan loudly into the room. He’s going to kill you.

Maybe so, but I’d still kind of like a preview, you type out, your heart in your throat.

I’ll tell you this. You are so damn pretty that waiting until the 3rd date just to kiss you is going to be completely out of the question.

Oh really!?

Yes. Believe me, I’ve been sorely tempted more than once.

Do tell.

Before it was remotely proper.

Your eyes widen. How long has Marcus been interested in you?

Okay, tell me this. When IS the right time?

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

I’ll have to think about that.

You wait. You wait until you’re blue in the face. In reality, it’s probably only a matter of minutes, but you’re nearly vibrating out of your skin before you see the next text from Marcus.

Ideally? It’s after dinner on Friday. I’ll walk you back to your place, of course. When we get there, I’d take your hand in mine and tell you I had a really nice time. You’d agree, looking up at me. Your eyes would be begging me to kiss you. I’d cup your cheek with my other hand, slowly lean in…

You wait. And wait, and wait, and wait. The story doesn’t continue. Eventually, you text back.

MARCUS!

Yes? ;)

It’s going to be a long couple of days if you’re going to play it like THAT.

Is that a problem?

I’m going to want to skip dinner, at this point.

Another pregnant pause as Marcus apparently deliberates his response.

That’s good to know. Although dinner might be a good idea.

You take the bait.

Why’s that?

…keep your strength up?

Jesus fucking christ.

Okay, I’ll stop.

You press your face into the pillows and groan again. When you don’t respond, Marcus texts again.

I’m sorry if I was out of line there.

You weren’t, I’m just… frustrated?

I know the feeling. I’ll leave you alone after this: I’m VERY much looking forward to Friday.

Me too.

See you soon, beautiful.

You resist the urge to throw yourself onto your stomach on your bed and kick your feet into the air. You’ve never felt this way about anyone, let alone someone you haven’t even kissed. Marcus has this ability to stir up feelings you didn’t even know you had. A deep seated longing settles in your stomach, an overwhelming need rising in your core.

You scroll up and read the longest message again. ‘Your eyes would be begging me to kiss you. I’d cup your cheek with my other hand, slowly lean in…’

Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine the scene he’d painted, shuddering as you picture Marcus’s hands on you. You remember the way his fingers had encircled your wrist the day before. They’d overlapped. He had huge hands. If one of them cupped your cheek, you imagine, his fingers could touch the nape of your neck as he pulled you in close.

You conjure up the feeling of his breath ghosting across your lips. Would he linger there for a few seconds? With the two of you mere inches apart, would Marcus stop and savor that moment just before your lips connect? Or would he be impatient, immediately capturing your mouth with his, all of the tension that had built up over the past few weeks making it unbearable to wait another instant?

Thoughts of kissing Marcus after your date on Friday lead you to another, bigger question:

If you invite him up, will he say yes?

#marcus pike #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro pascal

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championleonsslut · 4 months

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Lol I love your blog but I wanna ask soemthjng as a lurker so I can show my friend later lmfao. How about a trainer who DESPISES Leon with all her might and beats him out of spite but the hater to lover trope comes to mind?

Ooh well this is interesting! I’ll do my best as always, I hope you enjoy, anon!

“Fuck that guy in particular… Not literally.”

There he goes again. That arrogant, stupid, stuck-up champion. Winning another match like always! Someone needs to knock this guy off his throne.

He’s just so obnoxious! He’s always getting “lost”, which is probably more for publicity than anything.

Well, at least that’s what you thought.

You weren’t quite sure where your hatred for Champion Leon sprung up, but it was intense. You hated him with every fiber of your being, and would give anything to hit him with a chair.

Surprisingly… He had always been extremely friendly to you. He’s probably just like that with everyone. It’s probably all an act.

And what a bad actor he was, you could see right through it!

To clear off some steam after seeing that purple haired dumbass around again, you headed out to the Wild Area. Maybe you’ll do a Max Raid, or some fishing, or catch a wild Pokemon, or you’ll make a new batch of curry for your team.

You were just about to head into the forest, when a voice caught your attention.

“Uh… Excuse me?”

You turn around, only to find him, with a stupid smile on his face, and he gives a little wave.

“Hi there! I uh… I’m kinda lost-“

Of course you are.

“I was hoping you could maybe point me in the right direction to Motostoke?”

I’ll point you in the right direction to your death, how’s that sound?

But of course you didn’t say those things. You didn’t get a chance, not when he spoke up again.

“Oh wait! I know you! You’re one of the gym trainers at Raihan’s gym, aren’t you?”

How’s he know that?

He grinned from ear to ear, “I’ve seen you battle a few times. You’re a great trainer! Really! Would you… Be willing to battle me before I head off?”

Battling Leon? Well… If you beat him, the victory will sure feel good. Maybe you can even rub it in a little and watch his face drop.

So you agreed.

The battle was fierce, both teams fought violently but also passionately. In the end… You came out victorious!

Leon chuckled as he sent his final Pokemon away, “That was really great! Thanks!”

You nodded and sent your final Pokemon away. You were surprised when he walked closer to you.

Leon sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey… Would you wanna… Hang out some time? Maybe not to battle but if you want to…”

That was the last thing you wanted, but you didn’t wanna be rude to him. You may hate him, but he’s being so nice! Even if it is all an act…

So you nodded, “Sure. You know where to find me.”

And he sure did. He found you… Multiple times. He would come see you after matches, hang out with you in the Wild Area, you guys even ran into each other at the library once!

Slowly but surely, your hate for Leon diminished… and was replaced with the biggest crush of your life. He was so sweet and charming! So funny and handsome… He was perfect.

So when he asked you to battle again a few months after your first one, you rapidly agreed. Anything for Leon’s validation!

You won, again, and he came over to you with a chuckle.

“Great job as usual.” He smiled and held out his hand for a handshake.

You looked up at him, your fingers centimeters away from touching.

That was when you blurted out:

“Heydoyouwannagooutsometime?Ijustthinkyou’rereallyhotandsweet.It’sokayifyoudon’t!Iwasjustwondering…”

Leon blinked at you for a few seconds, while you slapped your hand over your mouth.

“I-I didn’t-“

Leon cut you off, “I’m glad you asked first, because I barely had the courage to!”

You could only stare at him as he gently took your hand in his.

“And that’s how I met your father.” You smiled down at the three children from your couch, as your husband sat next to you.

The three children blinked up at you, and the eldest spoke up.

“Tell it again!” He grinned.

“She just told you that one!” Leon chuckled, and kissed your cheek

#champion leon #pokemon leon #trainer leon #pokemon #anon ask #champion leon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #request #champion leon headcannons #pokemon leon headcannons

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cat-vase · 8 months

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BEHOLD. Julien meeting Liam properly for the first time and being really weirdly religious about it. I write these with humanizations in mind but there's nothing explicitly human in this so imagine what you want. About 600 words under the cut (and you can tell where I ran out of steam, lol).

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"You're real."

That's the first thing out of Julien's mouth when Liam's crutches click across the floor and the man comes into his line of sight. They're both standing there, the breath sucked out of their lungs, and neither of them move a step closer. Julien's hand clutches at his chest - he can feel his heart beating a million miles an hour, he's alive, he's alive, and Liam standing right here in front of him proves it, without any more doubt.

"Dear lord, you're real," he repeats, his voice shaky and thick with gratitude. And maybe some tears, as well.

"Thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you," the praise falls out of his lips like they're the only words he knows, remembering who he's standing in front of far too late.

"I owe you my life, I owe you more than my life," he continues on, and he can feel his legs shake as every sinew in them snaps, as every pound per square inch of solid stone grinds his bones into fine dust and collapses his lungs. The permanent bruises throb, dark purple and hot. He falls onto his knees and grunts in more pain, but finds it fitting. Liam's still staring. Julien can't parse his expression. His hands twitch in front of him, wanting to reach out, but how are you supposed to make sense of touching someone so otherworldly, so transcendent? You don't. You can't.

"You, you- I thought I was stuck there forever. Stuck forever, waiting for someone to save me that would never come. But you did, you did, mon ange, you did..."

And now there are more thank yous bubbling past his lips. I need to praise you, worship you, revere you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

"...My name is Liam."

His mouth is set in a thin line. Julien still doesn't know what it means. He's not great at reading people yet. He's spent too long not having anyone to read.

He breaks out of his spell. He tries to wipe away the tears running rivers down his face with the meat of his shaking hands, but it doesn't quite work. He thinks he sees Liam's own hand reach out, off his crutch, but then it quickly retreats back to the handle. Julien raises to his feet with the help of the wall.

"Liam," he repeats softly, and Liam nods, as if to confirm he got it right. The word is clumsy in his mouth and not at all the way Liam himself had just pronounced it.

Julien's eyebrows scrunch in the way they do when he's thinking hard about something. His eyes flit from Liam's legs back up to his face. He tries not to let it make him angry.

"...I'm glad you're here," is what he settles on instead of fervent appreciation, and this is when Liam smiles. Julien has to remind himself to breathe.

"I'm glad you're here, too. With us."

Us. Us. Liam considers them all a unit, something together instead of separated into those who know suffering and those who dug their way out of it.

He had been trying to be the latter. He doesn't like to think about if it was actually worth it in the end. It makes him space out too bad. He looks up at Liam again. He can't find any words. All he had ever mustered up were prayers, pleas for forgiveness and mercy, and now that he's been given that... now what?

"I don't have anything to give you," he says, and Liam looks confused, now. Julien knows what confusion looks like.

"As thanks," he elaborates, and his hands wave around thin and useless in front of him, "I don't have anything."

"I don't need anything," Liam responds simply, and no, that can't be right.

"You're home safe. That's all I wanted."

#i hope this is formatted right. lol #hfjone #hfj one #liam plecak #julien beaumont #cat.writes

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littlewestern · 4 months

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hey is it up 428 that's been under restoration for forever at irm? what are they like

It is 428! You can actually donate directly to the restoration effort here!

428 is in a tough position. Steam in particular requires a lot of resources and people who know the machines well to maintain them, and the IRM already has two working steam engines who are a huge draw in their own right. Money, resources, time, and effort are always going to go to the engines in working order because keeping them in steam is a higher priority than restoring something older.

428 is just another in the long line of steam engines the IRM has/had high hopes for. I think the IRM has always wanted to have three steam engines working congruently, but due to circumstance that hasn't always been a viable option. Tuskegee 101 and Commonwealth Edison 5 (not to be confused with CE 15) were both at one time operational, but due to various circumstances outside their control had to be retired from service.

I think this is just one of those things you accept when you're going into preservation. Maybe you get to have a little weekly bridge club with the other also-rans. I can't imagine there's any hard feelings though, since like.. most engines being preserved aren't *expecting* to continue to operate. 428 is just lucky to just be here, and you can tell she knows from her smile! :)

All that considered, I'm imagining 428 as a relentless optimist, which you'd have to be if you spent every day since 1969 in the steam shop being told "we're working on it", lol. I also think she does hang out with Tuskegee 101 and CE 5, because I like the idea of the almost-operational engines having a little informal friend group where they can talk about the problems unique to them. Being operational comes with its own set of responsibilities and expectations not placed on static displays, so I like the idea that they can talk about those problems unique to their station with each other. Tuskegee 101 is especially helpful, I picture her as a pragmatist with a good head on her shoulders. She'd be excited for the opportunity 428 has, but also realistic about managing her expectations. I think it'd be good for the both of them!

If you want to see 428 eventually operational, I do highly recommend checking out the donation link here because as far as I am aware, each restoration project is funded primarily by its own individual resource pool. So like, if you are a member and you pay your $50 to the IRM a year or if you toss a fiver in the tip jar on your way out, that money isn't necessarily going to 428's restoration, it's going to the museum first. I say "as far as I am aware" because this was the model they abided by in the 90s, and it is technically possible they might have changed how they handle funding for their projects, but I sort of doubt it because the IRM is very old and very staid. If they had it their way, nothing would ever change, ever. So if there's a project you want to see happen, it's important to donate directly where possible!

#up 428 #irm #asks #amber-is-gay #tuskegee 101 #commonwealth edison 5

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Unconditionally// ch 18

Anakin x Reader

(A/N: so Anakin is supppeeer emotional in this one, so don’t b alarmed when you see him crying lol. this episode deals w mentions of weight loss and implies anakin has been in sort of a depressive episode since the events of ch 17, so proceed w caution?)

with graduation coming up, you haven’t had time to talk with Anakin about what happened.

Warnings: weight loss, unhealthy eating habits, mentions of verbal degradation, depressive episodes, cursing, miscommunication, self hatred

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After the fight with Anakin, you distanced yourself from him for a little while. You still picked up the kids from school and hung out with Ben and Ahsoka, but you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. You had too much going on in your academic life to deal with that the stress of your relationship.

You still loved him, but you couldn’t handle it if he didn’t feel the same way, so you decided to ignore him. He sent you so many messages and calls but you couldn’t bring yourself to open them.

Obviously, you cared about him and you would never wish ill upon him, but deep down you hoped he regretted what he had done.

About a week after the incident, you called Ben to check in on how Anakin was doing physically. He had dislocated his shoulder from the fall and was supposed to wear a sling for around two weeks. You felt awful that he injured himself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to visit him.

Ben had been taking care of him while you were busy with school and getting everything in line for graduation. Speaking of which, graduation was only two weeks away.

Silky black fabric ran through your fingers as you steamed the sides of your graduation gown. Recently you had been thinking about your future; you were becoming a true adult and it was time to plan for the long run.

After many sleepless nights, you decided you were going to resign from your babysitting position, not that you really saw it as a job anymore. Anakin hadn’t officially paid you in months, instead he would pay your bills or buy you things and in all honesty, you would rather just be there with them than worry about a paycheck. You still wanted to help out with the kids, you just needed to keep your schedule open for future career endeavors.

As of now, you weren't quite sure where you and Anakin stood, the two of you never really talked about the future, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Technically the two of you were dating, but it often felt like more than that, since you basically lived with him. Though, in light of recent events, the two of you weren’t in the best place.

You knew you should listen to his apologies, but you didn’t know if you would want to be with someone who was so vicious to you…even though it was one time, who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again?

Just then you heard your phone begin to ring. Odd. It was Ben.

“Hello?”

Hello there, Y/N. I’m sorry to ask this on such short notice, but unfortunately some unexpected work stuff has fallen into my lap and I need to take care of it. I have to go to the office and won’t be back til late tomorrow, probably. I hate to bother you, but Ashoka also isn’t back from her trip yet and someone needs to-

“I’ll be there in a few” you sighed, knowing what Ben was talking about.

I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll be back as quickly as I can

“It’s ok, Ben.” You said in a neutral tone.

Thank you.

After you hung up the phone you took a deep breath. You hadn't seen Anakin in a good while and you were a little nervous. Was he going to be mad at you for ignoring him? Was he going to be mean?

With a calming exhale, you gathered your things and headed to your car.

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The white mansion faded into view as you drove up the long driveway, an odd feeling of deja-vu brushed over you.

You walked to the door, taking a brief moment before entering. On the drive you decided you should tell Anakin about your decision to resign. You didn’t know how he’d react but you needed to let him know.

With that, you gripped the doorknob and opened the door.

Calming scents of lavender filled your senses as you entered the corridor. Everything looked the same, but there was an uncanny aura of melancholy. The sounds of the television drew you to the living room. There, Leia and Luke sat on the couch, lazily watching cartoons.

A feeling of guilt washed over you, the kids didn’t understand why you suddenly disappeared from their life. But you were being mature today, so you walked over to them.

Luke was the first to notice you, his blue eyes brightened immediately as he stared at you in awe. He began to sit up which shifted Leia.

“Hey! What are-“ Leia began to protest.

“Hey buddy” You smiled at Luke.

Leia’s head whipped towards you and her eyes widened.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, hopping off of the couch.

Both twins raced to embrace you, you giggled and held them tightly.

“Where were you?”

“Are you staying?”

“Why did you leave us?”

“Do you still love us?”

Questions bombarded you and you began to answer.

“Ok, ok, You guys know I am almost done with school, right? So in two weeks I have my graduation ceremony and I have been super busy preparing. And to answer your question, I’ll be staying over tonight.”

Two questions down.

“I didn’t want to leave you guys, but I have to finish school out strong. And do I love you? Of course, I will always love you guys.”

They smiled at your answers and Luke happily went back to the couch. Leia, on the other hand, was smarter than that.

“I know something is wrong… what’s going on?” She asked in a hushed tone.

You couldn’t tell her what happened… at least not all of it.

“Your dad and I are going through a difficult time and we just needed some time away to think about things” you said with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry daddy was mean to you”

You were surprised at her apology, “Oh, um, thank you...its gonna be ok-“

“No, he shouldn't treat you like that.” She said, hugging you once more.

Her small hands gripped tightly onto your blouse and your heart began to tug. These kids meant so much to you and you truly didn’t want to leave them.

“He really misses you… He asks Uncle Ben about you every day.”

You broke away from her embrace and offered a small smile, “Thank you Leia, I’m going to go check up on him now”.

She nodded and took her place next to her brother on the couch as you rose to go to Anakin’s room.

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Anakin glanced at the text he sent you over an hour ago.

“Can we talk?”

He sighed, you didn’t even read the message.

The past few weeks had been hell for him; he constantly worried about you and felt awful about what he had done. He knew it was his fault but he couldn’t even get in contact with you to apologize.

Why did he say those horrible things to you?

He knew how much those words hurt you and how insecure you were about people leaving, yet he still managed to fuck it up. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he envisioned your defeated face from that day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. He turned his face from the door in an attempt to hide his glassy eyes, before saying a simple “come in”.

He didn't want to burden Ben with his feelings, so he sniffled the rest of his tears away before clearing his throat.

“Ben, have you heard from Y/N today?”

He shifted his gaze towards the entrance to the room, but instead of his bearded friend, he was met with your beautiful face.

“Y/N…”

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You took a deep breath before knocking on the familiar door, once you heard his voice you entered. The room was uncharacteristically disheveled, clothes, medical equipment, and papers were scattered around.

Anakin also looked different, his hair was a little longer, he was growing stubble, but most shocking was his size. He still looked decently healthy, but he definitely lost a good amount of weight.

“Y/N…” he almost whispered.

You focused your attention to his blue eyes, they were more dull than normal but you swear you saw them brighten when you made eye contact.

You exhaled a shaky breath and walked closer to his bed.

“Hello, Anakin”

“You came” he said hopefully.

“Ben said there was no help available tonight” you said neutrally.

The light in his eyes faded and he swallowed.

“Oh.”

Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over you, was he like this because you had been ignoring him?

No, no.

For the first time in your life, you were going to put yourself first. You glanced a the clock, about dinner time.

“I’m going to start dinner”

You began to walk back to the kitchen when you felt one of Anakin’s hands lightly holding your wrist.

“Y/N, can we talk…please” he pleaded.

You looked down at his hand, “Please let go of me” you said as your voice wavered.

His eyes widened and he released his hold on you, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t”.

You tightened your lips and nodded, “It’s ok… I’m going to get dinner now”.

He looked down and nodded, “ok”.

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You sat the kids down to eat at the table as you finished getting Anakin’s meal prepared. The two of them happily indulged in your cooking.

“MMM! This is so much better than uncle Ben’s cooking” Luke exclaimed, licking his lips.

“Luke, that was rude! But... I agree” Leia admitted.

“Well, thank you guys! I’m so glad you enjoy”

They threw a few more compliments your way until Anakin’s meal was ready to take back.

“Ok, I’m going to bring your dad his dinner now” you said as you walked down the hallway.

Anakin was once again turned away from the door when you entered. You placed his food on a tray that sat over his lap. He was only wearing one of the bionic arms, which were better for precision tasks, not really eating. But you knew he needed to eat before he lost too much weight so you asked if you could sit beside him.

He looked surprised at your request but complied. You silently took your place beside him and grabbed the utensils.

After scooping some of the mashed potatoes, you brought the spoon to his mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I know it's hard to eat with that arm on, but you need to eat, so I want to help you”

His eyes softened and he nodded and opened his mouth. You felt your heart pull, why did you have to have such intense feelings for him? You swear you could have forgiven him for everything if he continued to look at you that way.

“How’s your shoulder? Ben told me you dislocated it”

He cleared his throat and answered. “Yeah, it’s better, still a little sore, but putting it in a sling for the first two weeks really helped”.

“That’s good”

Once he was done with his meal, you went to clean the kitchen up. The kids were upstairs working on homework as you scrubbed away at the dishes.

You still loved him, just as much as before and you hated seeing him like this.

But that's why you were afraid, what if you never stopped loving him and ended up breaking your own heart in the process. You didn’t know if you could take that.

Maybe you just needed to distance yourself and work on building your own future.

You headed back towards his room to continue with the nightly routine; some physio, shower, and get ready for bed. Luckily today was his light physio day, so all you really had to do was monitor his stretches. He made some improvement since you had seen him last, but not at the pace he did with his arms.

You started to tidy his room as he finished up his exercises. Smells of his laundry detergent graced your senses as you gathered the clothes he had not yet hung up, you missed that scent. The random papers were gathered and neatly stacked on one of the end tables and you organized his shelves.

Once you were done you went back to his side.

“You really didn’t have to do that…but thank you” he said, nodding towards the rest of the room.

You offered a small smile, “No worries, Anakin”.

For the first time all night, he seemed content.

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You shivered as you felt the cool bathroom tile beneath your feet. You helped Anakin undress and into his shower chair.

You went through the motions of cleaning him as he shyly allowed you to help.

Much to his chagrin, Ben had been helping him the last few weeks, but in a way, he got used to it.

Now you were here, he knew his lifestyle hadn’t been the healthiest since he last saw you; he hadn’t been eating as much and with his shoulder injury, he wasn’t able to go as hard at physio. To be honest, he felt deeply insecure.

You could sense his discomfort as you helped him bathe. Of course you remembered what he said to you, but you still felt sympathetic towards him. Also, you two wouldn’t be able to have a mature conversation unless he felt more comfortable.

You turned the water off and reached for his towel to help him dry off. Gently, you ran your thumb over his cheek to feel his stubble, he turned towards you with a confused look.

“Would you like me to shave this for you?” you asked gently.

He stared at you for a moment as if he couldn’t believe you just offered that.

“Yes, please,” he answered.

You nodded and went to get a towel, shaving cream, and his razor. You laid the towel over him and grabbed the shaving cream. This used to be a regular occurrence for the two of you, you would often shave his face when it felt too prickly when you kissed, but of course that had been awhile.

You sprayed the cream into your hands and warmed it up with your breath, you knew he didn’t like the sensation of cold shaving cream.

Gently, you spread the cream along his jawline, cheeks, and mouth. You had never seen Anakin with this much facial hair, not that it was even that much.

Anakin’s eyes lingered on your face as you began to shave him, He missed you so much- how could he have said all of that to you?

How could he have tried to hit you?

Deep inside he felt his well of emotions begin to stir. Fuck.

You immediately drew the razor away when you saw Anakin tearing up, you searched for a cut but you didn’t see any.

“Anakin, are you alright? What did I do?” you asked worriedly.

That just made him cry harder, after everything you still put his needs first. He sniffled and blinked away the tears.

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong” he said apologetically.

You took the towel and wiped away the rest of the shaving residue and then focused on him.

“Then what's wrong, Ani?” you cursed yourself for slipping up and using your name for him.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and these past few weeks have been hell without you”.

You felt a shiver go down your spine, you had heard that before… one of your previous partners would promise you love and you would fall for it, in reality they were just manipulating you with their words. You wanted to believe Anakin wasn’t doing that, but it was hard. So hard.

“Please..Anakin, don’t”

“I know I fucked up, but I’m so, so sorry. I miss you here, I miss you.” he continued as you became more and more anxious

“I should have never said those things to you, you are worth so much more than I could even describe” his voice cracked.

“But you did.”

The bathroom stilled, only the movement was the residual steam from the shower.

Anakin gulped and cast his gaze downward.

“You did, Anakin.”

“I know….will you ever forgive me?” he asked, defeated.

You took a deep breath, you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“In time, I just needed some distance to think. I still care for you deeply, Anakin.”

“Do you still love me?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Of course, I can’t just stop loving you Ani” you admitted.

His shoulders relaxed slightly and he exhaled, “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I just want you to know that I love you too…I have been and will continue to”.

You felt your emotions stirring in you; tears pricked at your eyes. You bit your lip and tried to calm yourself.

“Thank you, Anakin” was all you could muster.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment longer before you proposed moving out of the bathroom. His body was warm to the touch as you helped him into his bed; you connected the prosthetic arms he would use at night and prepared a catheter for him. As you moved around the room his watchful gaze followed your figure.

Once everything was situated you took a seat at the foot of his bed and turned towards him. You didn’t want to do this now, but it would be cruel not to let him know of your decision.

“Anakin, I just wanted to officially let you know that after my graduation I will no longer be able to nanny for the kids”.

His face fell and the color drained from his face; was this it? Was this the end?

“F/N, I- Was it because of me?” he anxiously asked.

You shook your head, “No, I just need to focus on my career and I can’t keep a college job forever, we both know that.”

“That being said, I will still help with the twins if you wish and I will always be here for them, I just can’t technically be their nanny anymore” you explained the best you could.

“I understand. Does this mean…” he drifted his gaze from yours.

“Does this mean we’re over?”

You physically felt your heart squeeze as you observed his pained expression.

“No… I told you I just needed some time” you sighed.

“I just can’t be someone you settled for, Anakin. I am not going to be someone’s second best ever again. And from what you said that day-” you paused to collect your thoughts before continuing.

“I am not a desperate girl who pounced on you because I thought you were “easy”. I care for you Anakin, so much more than you know and I can only hope you feel the same for me” you calmly explained.

He looked ashamed as you lifted yourself from his bed and walked towards the door. Before leaving, you glanced back at him one more time.

“Are we ok?” he weakly asked.

“We will be” you answered with a sad smile as you closed his door.

Once he knew you were down the hall he rolled onto his side and allowed his tears to fall. Why did he say those awful things? No matter how many apologies he administered, nothing would change the fact that he said them.

His heart raced as he worried over the future; he didn't know what he would do if he lost you, all he knew was that it would shatter his heart.

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(a/n: phewww, this chapter was long asffff sorry for repetitive phrases or words, my brain is kinda all over the place rn)

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i. WHAT. i would ask you to elaborate but i simply have no words so i wont. anyway could you please Talk At Length about ghostbusters the video game. i think that i and the x other people who follow you would enjoy it

ok, so something that you can't really tell (because i am a homestuck artist) is that i am a really big ghostbusters superfan. i had tried to emulate the gbvg stylized version once, but my old laptop was 10 years old and on the verge of exploding. so, it was running the game at a STUNNING 14fps, lol. impossible to play (on top of something else i'll touch on in a sec). then i got myself a new laptop, and ran the stylized version again because i couldn't find the regular one. i prefer the regular version over it, but it was the only one i could find that worked with my emulator! i had seen gameplay of it before (fun fact, entropicbias is a concept derived from this game! username lore), so i wasn't gonna complain. until i realized... that it is impossible to play without a controller. this version was made for the wii, and there are no versions of the stylized gbvg for pc out there right now that aren't 4 billion dollars. so i thought, ok, what if i try extra hard and find the original. after a long time of searching, i found the ps3 version of the regular game. tried that out despite the struggles from the last game; no luck. made it past the tutorial bit down with ray in the hq out of sheer chance, then i hit a stump in the sedgewick hotel. i think i found listings for the game on other websites, buuuuut...

fortunately for me, in 2019 they remastered the game (without touching the original gameplay, BOY!)

and you can currently buy it on steam. i've been pondering getting it, but it's roughly 30NZD (19-20USD), which i need to spend on other things. i might get around to buying it during my semester break, but right now i need the money for uni stuff. this is an amazing game, though. watching gameplay isn't as rewarding as actually playing it. it's especially nostalgic and emotional for ghostbusters fans because this game was the last time harold ramis portrayed egon before his passing.

in 2022 they made another game (ghostbusters: spirits unleashed) which kind of fills the void in a lot of peoples hearts with the lack of multiplayer with the remastered gbvg. it's a 4v1 where one player is the ghost and, surprise surprise, you're trying to catch him. i've heard that it's really difficult to win as the ghostbusters, but the levels in the game look AMAZING. especially the museum! i know you're going 'durhh what a snooze-fest', but LOOK

perfection. anyways, thank you for letting me ramble about that! for context, i responded to what my friend said with "THIS GUY ASKS ME FOR POOP PICS" and he got mad cause he thought people were gonna take me seriously and think he's into scat. so i added a #joking to it and he got even more embarrassed. so i changed it to that. what a waffler.

#ghostbusters #thank you #“dave strider is my boyfriend”#asks

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catboyfever · 1 year

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Tigger's Birthday - Rabbit/Tigger fluff

Heyy! It's been a minute! I've been a bit busy between work picking up, my own birthday which just passed (I wanted to post this rather before or just after my birthday which... didn't happen lol). But, I had this idea and I've been sitting on it for long enough. As you can probably tell at this point I'm a sucker for big gestures for someone you love, so that's what's going on here for the most part. There's some really sweet fluff at the end too though <3. Hope you enjoy!

Deep oranges and reds shine over the hundred acre wood. Rabbit walked alongside Tigger, chatting about the day's mishaps and adventures.

“And when you got flung off that tree! I didn’t know you had the pipes on ya, Ra-Ra!” Tigger chuckled.

Rabbit was predictably less enthusiastic about the situation, glaring at Tigger with his nose scrunched up. “Yes, in times of great peril you can do some fantastic things.”

Tigger just continued to smile. “Well, who knows? Tomorrow might be nice and calm.” Rabbit nodded with a weary sigh. “Yes… yes tomorrow might be-” Something clicked in Rabbit’s mind that moment. He’d forgotten something incredibly important.

“Tigger! Do you know what day tomorrow is!?” Rabbit shouted.

Tigger scratched his head. “Uhhh… Tuesday?”

Rabbit shook his head. “No!! Well, yes. But more importantly, it’s your birthday!”

Tigger seemed just as surprised as Rabbit at the revelation. He hopped onto his tail and bounced around Rabbit in a circle, cheering excitedly.

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I can’t believe I forgot!” Tigger said as he landed on his feet.

“Well, what would you like to do tomorrow then?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Minutes passed, but still nothing came to him. Rabbit looked at him expectantly, a bit surprised he didn’t immediately rattle off a list of gifts he wanted. “Well… I actually don’t know! How about you surprise me, Ra-Ra?” Tigger suggested finally.

“Surprise you…” Rabbit repeated. Tigger watched as Rabbit became lost in thought for a moment, thumping one of his feet. Tigger could practically see the steam coming out from his ears before they shot up as something finally came to him.

“I have just the thing! You remember where we put on the play for Christopher Robin last Valentine’s Day, right?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger nodded. “Course I do!” “Meet me there tomorrow evening at five o’clock sharp. Do not be late!” Rabbit then dashed off towards his house.

Tigger watched his puffball tail go over the hill as he ran. “Alright, Bunny Boy! See ya then!” Tigger turned and began to bounce towards his house. His mind began to fill with thoughts of what Rabbit’s surprise could possibly be. A party of some sort, obviously. But he asked him to meet him at the stage… He wasn’t really the play type unless he was acting in one.

Tigger tried to think of what Rabbit’s surprise could be all evening long until he went to sleep. The next day passed at a snail’s pace for Tigger. He hopped out of his house early, but as he tried each of his friend’s houses to pass the time they weren’t home. Now Tigger was truly puzzled. It would be pretty obvious of Rabbit to try and pull a surprise party considering they both just remembered his birthday was today. The afternoon crawled on. Tigger tried to entertain himself anyway possible. He played checkers against himself (and lost), played with every last doodad that he found in his closet and he swore he bounced the entirety of the hundred acre woods twice. Finally, the sun began to set and Tigger made his way towards the stage that Rabbit wanted to meet him at.

As Tigger approached the stage he saw Rabbit standing in front of it dressed in a blue suit jacket with a white dress shirt beneath and a red bow tie. Curtains were set all around the perimeter of the stage, Tigger couldn’t see inside.

“Good evening, Detective Tigger!” Rabbit called out to him.

Tigger furrowed his brow in confusion before Rabbit tossed his hat and cloak to him. Tigger’s eyes lit up, immediately placing the cap on his head and fastening the cloak around his shoulders.

“What’s all this, Ra-Ra?” Tigger asked.

Rabbit shook his head. “Nope! No questions. It’ll spoil the surprise.”

Rabbit clapped his hands and the curtains were drawn. Inside tables full of food were arranged around the stage. Sitting at each of them were Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, and Piglet, all dressed to the nines. Piglet was especially dressed up, wearing a tiny crown and robes. Pooh stood near the entrance with a coat hanging from his arm. Rabbit climbed the steps onto the stage.

“Good evening, Mr. Rabbit! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Rabbit pondered for a moment and shook his head. “No, thank you, Pooh. The coat completes the outfit.” He said walking over towards the only empty table.

“Well, well! Good evening, Mr. Detective! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Tigger shook his head. “Of course not! Do you have any idea how much detectivery stuff I have in here? It’s not for a civilian!”

Pooh just chuckled. “Well, alright then. I guess my job’s done!” He said, pulling on the coat that he was holding.

Tigger took his seat next to Rabbit. The food looked great from a distance but once he sat down Tigger realized it was… toy food? “Say, Ra-Ra, what’s goin’ on?” Tigger asked, holding up a plastic chicken leg.

Piglet stood with a glass in hand and clinked it with his spoon, silencing the room.

“Th-Thank you all for coming to the party! I, Piglet… uhm…” Piglet looked down towards the floorboards of the stage. “Line?” The floor opened up to reveal a disgruntled Gopher who hissed the line at Piglet before closing the hatch. “Oh, right, right.” Piglet cleared his throat before he continued. “I, Piglet, Rich Baron of the forest, am so happy to have you here for dinner. Before we all dig in, I want t-to propose a toast!” Suddenly, the curtains closed and the stage went pitch black. Just as quickly as they shut, the opened again and Piglet was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone gasped, staring at the seat that Piglet had been standing on.

“He’s just… gone?! Who did this?” Rabbit cried. “Oh just who could help us solve this whodunnit!?” He finished, flashing a grin at Tigger.

Tigger leapt up onto the table. “Attention guests! This is now a crime scene. Nobody move!” “Oh my. Who could’ve done anything to poor little Piglet?” Kanga asked.

“I bet it was Eeyore!” Roo shouted with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t trust me either, can’t blame ya.” Eeyore said dejectedly.

“Perhaps, Piglet just went to get dessert ready?” Pooh suggested.

The curtains closed again. A spotlight illuminated the darkness, settling onto Piglet who was being hoisted up by his shirt with a hook. He was covered in flour which fell from him every time he moved.

“My d-d-dear friends. Someone here is responsible for my disappearance, if you find out who did it, I will bestow upon you my… my…” Piglet looked towards the floorboards again.

Gopher popped out again and shouted the line himself. “You’ll receive my untold riches and my undying gratitude!”

Gopher closed the trapdoor with a slam.

The spotlight dimmed and when the curtains were drawn, Piglet was gone once again.

“First things first, we gotta try and find a motive!” Tigger proclaimed.

He studied the faces of his friends before approaching Kanga.

“So, you were sitting right next to ‘im. What could you have gained from making our piggly little prince… disappear?” Tigger asked.

Kanga shook her head. “Why, I couldn’t have done anything to Piglet! Besides, my seat is so close to yours. Wouldn’t it be hard for me to hide it?”

“Well… What about that blackout? You coulda done it then!”

On queue, the curtains fell again. When they opened, Kanga was gone next.

“Ohh nooo! Mama!” Roo shouted, trying his best to act surprised.

“What!? But I was sure it was her!” Tigger shouted.

Tigger turned his eyes to Roo who was trying his hardest not to start giggling.

“Ohh, now I see.” Tigger said as he pulled a magnifying glass from his cloak. “It was your idea all along! You got your Mama to do it, but she was sloppy. So to save yourself, you had to make her disappear! Well you shoulda thought twice before doing that under the watchful eye of Detective Tigger, Private-!” The curtains fell, rose, and Roo’s seat was empty before Tigger could finish his sentence. “… Ear.” Tigger finished.

Tigger seemed a bit deflated, prompting Rabbit to inch away and knock on the floorboards.

“Gopher, you’re going way too fast! Tigger is supposed to figure the mystery out, remember? How can he do that if he can’t question anyone?” Rabbit hissed.

The trapdoor opened and Gopher smirked up at Rabbit. “Sorry, it’s just too fun pulling the trapdoors out from under everyone.” Tigger questioned Eeyore, Pooh, and even Rabbit, but one by one the curtains fell and they were gone. In the end, Tigger was left alone until the curtains fell for the final time. The spotlight fell on Tigger and Piglet descended from the rafters of the stage until he was above the downfallen detective.

“Detective Tigger, do you know who was making your friends disappear?” Piglet asked.

Tigger heaved a sigh. “I have no clue. I couldn’t get info outta anyone!” Piglet pointed at Tigger. “It was youuu! You are the one responsible!” He shouted ominously.

Tigger gasped. “No… of course! It’s the perfect crime! How could I have figured it out if I was the one doing it?!” Tigger pondered further and suddenly realized. “Wait, even if I’m the one who did it, I figured it out. That means I get that reward, right?” Piglet giggled as he was finally lowered to the ground and wiped the flower off of himself. “Yup! Okay Gopher, now!” The center of the stage split in two and in its place, a platform rose up in its place. Standing on the platform were all of the guests who disappeared along with a towering birthday cake. The icing was decorated exactly like Tigger’s fur pattern. Orange with black stripes all the way up to the smallest cake which resembled Tigger’s own bouncy tail. A single candle sat atop the great cake, burning brightly in the slowly darkening evening sky. Tigger’s eyes lit up as he gawked at the cake.

“Happy Birthday, Tigger!” Everyone shouted.

Tears welled up in Tigger’s eyes as he spoke. “Y-You guys, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble…” He sniffled. “But since ya did, let’s dig in!”

“Not yet!” Rabbit shouted. “You have to blow out the candle and make a wish first!” Tigger hopped onto his tail, bounced high up to the tippy top of the cake, and blew out the candle. He landed square on his feet to the applause of his friends, and the cake was finally cut. Gopher and Owl talked about the reactions that they got from suddenly dropping the trapdoors out from everyone’s seats, Tigger explained his roundabout reasoning for each of the motives that he thought anyone would have and even Rabbit was please since they’d mostly stayed on script.

Once the cake was gone and the sun was dipping further and further down the horizon, everyone began to return home one by one until Tigger and Rabbit left the stage together. Lightning bugs glittered around them as they walked down the moonlit paths of the woods. They returned to Rabbit’s house where Rabbit prepared some evening tea and settled down with Tigger in his recliner. It was a bit of a tight fit… Rabbit thought to himself about possibly looking into getting a loveseat since Tigger spent so much time at his house.

“So, what did you wish for?” Rabbit asked Tigger, taking a sip of tea.

“Oh, on my birthday cake? I didn’t wish for nothin’!” Tigger said.

Rabbit set his cup down, staring at the tiger incredulously. “What? But it’s your birthday! You should wish for whatever you want! What about that big list from last year?” Tigger pulled Rabbit into a tight embrace, looking him right in the eyes with a warm smile. “What else could I wish for? I got everything I ever wanted right here.” Tigger could practically see the steam coming from Rabbit’s ears as his face immediately burned red. He pulled away from him with a huff. “Y-You… since when did you have such a way with words anyway?!” “Owl let me borrow some of his lovey dovey books, he said you like that sort of thing!” Tigger replied with a giggle.

Tigger managed to coax the huffy rabbit back into another embrace. He ran the blunt edges of his claws down Rabbit’s back, making Rabbit shudder against him. “T-Tigger! What’re you-” He began, before Tigger silenced him with a kiss.

Tigger let his claws make pathways down the small of Rabbit’s back as they kissed, keeping a gentle hold on the rabbit as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Tigger had meant what he said. Rabbit was always eager to do anything for him, he understood him on a level no one else did. Only someone like him would know exactly what to do for his birthday. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. When Tigger finally pulled away, he dipped his head to give a teasing parting nip to Rabbit’s neck before letting the flustered bunny settle against his chest.

“I-I don’t know what’s gotten into you today…” Rabbit finally said.

Tigger chuckled. “Nothin’ at all, Bunny Boy.” Tigger didn’t give Rabbit much of a reprieve even as they began to drift off to sleep together on the cushy chair. His claws kept combing through Rabbit’s fur as he stroked his back, nipped his ears ever so gently until eventually, Rabbit’s breathing became slow and rhythmic. A rhythm that Tigger had grown intimately familiar with and had grown to be so comforting, he knew he wouldn’t be far behind him. But still, he willed his eyes to stay open for a bit longer. He wanted his birthday to last just a little longer. He gazed down at Rabbit’s face as he began to drift off. He had a smile on his face. A tired, but content smile with still just a tiny hint of red remaining in his cheeks. Tigger leaned down and kissed his forehead, yawning as he finally let himself fall asleep.

“I love you, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said.

His eyes closed and he fell asleep with the goofiest smile on his face. In his sleep, his grip on Rabbit tightened, keeping him as close to him as he possibly could.

#rabger #tigbit #winnie the pooh #tigger #rabbit (wtp)#Owl #Gopher #Kanga #Roo #Eeyore #Piglet #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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dpsisquared · 2 months

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For writers meta ask: 14 and 23!

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

With very few exceptions, it's the absolute last thing I do, like five minutes before posting lol. I come up with them based on vibes or bastardized titles of Latin American novels. (I took an undergrad course on Latin American literature and it forever changed my brain chemistry).

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Oddly enough, it's not Dimileth 😱 I had an idea for a time travel fix it where Gronder is a nightmare and Byleth accidentally divine pulses herself and Felix back to the academy days. They do their best to keep the timeline vaguely on the same schedule so that they can use a key event to get all the house leaders and Rhea to work together and avoid the war. I've had close to 20k words written of it for ages but kinda ran out of steam. Coming up with arguments strong enough to get Edelgard to change or delay her plans proved difficult! Also, I have the classic problem of any Felileth fic-- what to do about Dimitri.

The other one I've had going for ages is one where Byleth wakes up after five years and remembers everything except all memory of Dimitri. It's angsty and weird as all hell, but I do hope to finish it one of these days. A few months ago I finally solved the big plot hole (the small matter of WHY she forgot him lol, that should tell you how well I plan my stories).

Thanks for the ask!

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimileth #fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #asks #felix hugo fraldarius

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creaturefeaster · 2 years

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What's going on in the doodles you posted of Gary, Michael, and bristly I guess

I'm going with the assumption that you're talking about the doodles where Bristly is holding Michael upside down in front of Gary. Pics and description below the cut.

These were a series of doodles I did while messing arorund with a few different ideas back some time in June I think.

The general premise is that about a month into Bristly's reign, Gary finally had enough & managed to split from his group. He managed by himself for a couple of days before Bristly decided to take Michael away from Lauren and toss him in with Gary instead. Literally for the drama of it all.

Here, in an old house Gary's bunkered himself in, Bristly drops Michael down with not much warning other than "new playmate for you."

It's very awkward, they haven't seen each other in a month, they didn't really leave off on the best terms, and it seems like Bristly knew that well enough to concoct a perfectly tense & weird amount of friction between them to boot.

Here, Gary is a bit wary of Michael's sudden appearance, not having been subjected to much to Bristly's dollhouse-like games yet. It's confusing and unnerving, but more than anything it's just... uncomfortable, because all Bristly does for a good several minutes is keep Michael hanging there. Like. Gary isn't sure how he can help, but he also shouldn't just walk away either, so... Yeah just. Awkward o<o

Eventually though, after conversation runs dry and Michael seems to be getting light headed, Bristly lets him go to "let you [two] have fun alone together."

This sudden action kicks Gary into alert, whips out his switchblade defensively, to which Bristly's like oh yeah so scared lol. Anyway *goes up*

Gary knows by now Bristly will never be a battle he can beat on his own, so he gives it a rest. Has to come to terms with the fact that someone is with him again, and that that someone is a guy whom of which he's had a rather intimately awkward encounter with, not all that long ago either. 😳 yes, like that.

He's quick to diss Bristly once he's no longer breathing down their necks, and they can relate for a moment that they both very much dislike the guy. Obviously.

Gary's not so welcoming to Michael though, would rather be alone, tries to remain dismissive and distant like always. Barely 5 minutes alone with Gary and Michael's already like. Upset. And in his head rn he's like wow this is gonna be so awesome.

Gary leaves to another room to let Michael adjust on his lonesome. Out of frame Michael is looking up to the hole in the ceiling Bristly left from, and Bristly is still peeking out to watch. So Michael isn't keen on staying in this room either.

Andddd the only direction he can go to evade Bristly's watchful eyes is the same way Gary went. So yeah. This'll all end up swell for them!!!! (thats his hopeless sarcasm)

That's all I have on these doodles. You can tell by the last several panels I sorta ran out of steam ^^;. Honestly a lot of what I wanted to draw was just that first panel, I wanted to draw Michael upside down and nervous, and I wanted to draw Gary's hair swoop growing out just slightly. Better cut that bitch soon before it turns back into a swirl, dude!!!

Hope this quells your inquiry.

#some of these panels i dont think i had ever shown #because they're so sparse #but I'm fine with them out there if they're under a readmore ig #call my ass bristly bc i love to put bitches in Situations #especially you michael

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emyn-arnens · 1 year

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Hi! Thanks for participating in the ask game, I'm very curious about so many of these. Do you have any thoughts you'd like to share on 'Raise My Hands, Paint My Spirit Gold'?

Sure! It's a very silly Éomer/Lothíriel WIP that I started writing for the Gates of Summer weekly prompts last year and ran out of steam on, probably because it's fluff and fluff is not my forte at all lol.

Here's a snippet of it:

Éomer rubbed the back of his head and huffed a sigh. His gaze darted from colonnade to colonnade as he stood in the intersection of several streets. A fountain splashed merrily in the center of the intersection, the only sound in the relatively deserted corner of Minas Tirith that he had found himself in. Every street looked the same: imperious, white, and bedecked in floral garlands. He couldn’t even find the ramps that transitioned from one level to another, instead stuck in the maze of hair-like streets that sprung off of the main ways. This one, however, looked to be a relatively important crossing, but there was no telling where all of its arms branched off to.

He sighed again. He was thoroughly lost. What would the people of Minas Tirith think if they knew the king of Rohan was lost in their streets? He doubted he would find his way back to his rooms before the latest feast in the veritable litany of feasts he had been invited to was to begin late in the evening. Already, the sunlight was drawing back from the streets, and shadows were pooling in the doorways and street corners.

He should have accepted Erkenbrand’s offer to accompany him through the streets of Minas Tirith, but he had wanted to go on a solitary walk to clear his head (and to find some nondescript tavern and drink in peace). And Éomer had thought if he had worn simple garb and kept to the quieter streets, he might not risk recognition and attention. He had succeeded in that, at least, even if he had gotten himself utterly lost.

“Forgive my forthrightness, but you seem to be lost,” said a voice behind him.

He turned at once and found that a woman was standing behind him. She looked to be a common woman, perhaps a servant or lady’s maid in a nearby lord’s house, if he guessed his location correctly. Her dress was of plain cut, and, from his vantage point, the veil she wore over her head looked be that of a servant’s, rather than a fine lady’s.

“Terribly so, I’m afraid,” he replied.

She drew closer, and he caught a glimmer of mirth in her grey eyes. “And where were you hoping to go, horselord, before you found yourself lost?”

“A tavern, although it seems I can hardly navigate this city sober. Still, I could use a drink.”

The woman tilted her chin and assessed him with a sweep of her gaze. “I know many of the taverns in this city from having found my brothers unconscious at each of them.”

“Do you know the way to the nearest one?” Perhaps he had a stroke of luck at last.

She gazed at him levelly. “I do, but I can’t abide drunkenness. And I have a better idea. As it happens, I was on my way to a celebration, and it is much better to celebrate with company. What do you say?”

[WIP Titles Game]

#thanks for the ask!#asks #searchingforserendipity25 #my fic #.txt

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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John Constantine (DC) Lol

Sorry for not uploading earlier, I got way too absorbed in my work back there. Anyway, here ya go!

Also, I think this might be one of the first times I’ve written m/f vore, so, hey, that’s cool!

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“Crap, this isn’t good…” Dinah Lance murmured out through her teeth as both she and Zatanna continued to sprint a ways away from the approaching trio of constantly advancing demons hurtling themselves through the air, practically shoving their bodies forwards on towards them.

The two retreating heroines had been left definitively stuck within the winding pathways of the alleys for a nice couple of hours at this point, an utterly horrible prospect considering their mission had originally been a sneak mission, and were now positively desperate to be able to throw their pursuers off before they inevitably ran out of steam. Both of them, in this state, were unable to fully rationalize just how the plan had gone so wrong, but now was not the time to slow their pace down and consider it. Now was the time to escape.

Dashing their way as such ‘round the left corner in a T-intersection of alleyways, and at a distance where it would be quite hard for the demons to tell which one they had went around (since the only light that anybody was to receive at this stage in the chase was, indeed, the silver, beaming rays coming down from the moon), it would soon come to be that a third person was to join them; a person who, under normal circumstances, would have never accepted this role. For a combination of reasons that was ostensibly hidden away from his teammates, for the moment being, however, he had deduced that taking part in this would be the most straightforward and least risky means to his desired end, and as a result, snapping into formation with the womans’ strides, came the one and only, infamous, rules and limits-less detective John Constantine.

“Goddammit! I knew I shouldn’t’ve agreed to team up with such a showboat during a sneak mission!” he spitefully spat out towards Zatanna.

“HEY!” Zatanna instantly snapped back, not exactly willing to waste any more of her precious breath for anything more of a rebuttal.

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR INSULTS, NOW IS THE TIME FOR ESCAPING!” Dinah swiftly instructed her teammates, in utter opposition to Zatanna’s breath preservation. “BUT I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN KEEP THIS UP!”

In response to this statement, John would take a second in order to think out loud for just a moment. “Running’s becoming a non-option, huh?”

Immediately within the next few seconds, all the two women were able to discern was a scathing-type noise, the sound of something grinding itself against the rough and cobbled floor. As it would turn out, as they forced a glance over their shoulder whilst rushing their ways on by, the source of that same noise would, indeed, be revealed as the rather blackened shoes of the excessively aggressive detective. The two dashing heroines barely even had any time to stop before the man, seemingly holding some sort of device towards the sky, forcefully spewed out a roar.

“THEN OUR ONLY REMAINING OPTION IS TO HIDE!”

And, just like that, in less than an instant after the fact, something upon the device’s surface was emphatically pressed down, sending a bright green ray of light out onto the exceedingly confused women. Before either of them even had a chance to rationalize what was going on, John Constantine placed the device back into his pocket, went right on back to sprinting, and, bending his way down just a little, managed to snatch up the two still rather befuddled women who had been shrunken down to mouse-size via the magic in the device.

“The Demons don’t know we’re a group for right now, and that means if I can manage to hide you two, we should still be able to recuperate!” he immediately began to explain. “And don’t ask me where I got the shrinking device from!”

Neither Dinah nor Zatanna dared speak a word as the only somewhat inane, scampering detective, attempted to speak once more.

“So you’re just gonna have to bear with me for this one, alright?”

Still completely and utterly whiplashed due to the speed at which everything had been happening, only Dinah had managed to somewhat fully process the situation, reasoning to herself that John’s plan did indeed make sense, and that when the detective had his mind set on a means, he was going to follow through with that means to its definitive, desired end. Thus, Dinah knew that, if only for the moment, she could trust him. She wasn’t entirely sure about what Zatanna was thinking, and yet she still knew implicitly that her endorsing her trust to the detective would cause him to hide both of them right away, and thus, wasted no time in this endeavor before Zatanna was able to say something to jeopardize it.

“Just…do what you need to do to get us hidden, alright?” she ended up saying.

John, now knowing he was in the clear to do this, gave a swift nod of his head. There then went by a couple of seconds of waiting, which did indeed confuse Dinah a little, considering the previous instantaneous motions the man had been previously taking in order to shrink the women down as fast as he could physically manage. It was to be made somewhat understandable in her mind, however, when the man at last decided to bring the two closer to his face, and finally, open his maw.

Immediately shoving the two into his maw, Constantine snapped the area shut, in order to fully ensconce the two heroines within.

“Urngh…” Zatanna finally spoke up whilst slowly peeling her head of of the goopy, salivating floor of the tongue, being careful not to bonk her head upon the hard palate above.. “I know that he’s trying to protect us and all, but why did he have to put us here?”

“Where else was he supposed to put us? His pockets? The most obvious place to look if you were an enemy searching for your targets? A simple pat-down would be all you’d need to that end!” Dinah swiftly rebutted whilst keeping her body lying flat on the tongue, sprawling herself out in order to be as comfortable as she could manage.

“...but…” Zatanna attempted to argue back. “...but all the enemy would need to do now is get John to talk, and-WOAH!”

Instantly upon sensing Zatanna’s question, John opened back up his maw, causing several tendrils of saliva to break apart due to the stretching. The chilling, cool breeze of the outside night air fervently pushed against the warmth inside the maw, causing Zatanna to shudder a little. John’s slick, slippery tongue, gently as it possibly could given the circumstances, pushed the two heroines to the side near his teeth in order to use it for speech. Promptly slipping into each of the stretchy, cushiony pockets of the cheeks, as to avoid getting accidentally ground up by said teeth, Zatanna and Dinah were thus given no choice but to listen to John for the moment.

“...you’re right, and that’s why I need you to cast some sort of acid resistance spell, and a spell that will allow you two to need…at least, less oxygen while you’re down there!” he called forth to the two women inside his maw.

“...what? Acid resistance? What do you-ooooooooooooooooooooooh.” Zatanna cried out before finally figuring out what John meant moments later.

“Of course I can!” she finally perked up again soon after. “Right away!”

The resulting verbal incantation that gushed forth from the woman’s voice box could only sound like gibberish to its two observers, however, they were both aware that it was but merely backwards sentences. Once Zatanna had finished, and given an affirmative: “All done!”John swiftly attempted to move the women into the middle of his maw once more, starting with Zatanna, causing Dinah to understand what was going on and move onto the tongue area herself. Once they were both secure, John firmly closed his maw, and wasted basically no time in lifting it up towards the rough ridges at the roof, before the back of the muscle sloped down, and he promptly opened up his gullet, the gaping, blackened drop laying situated just below the dangling sack that was the swaying uvula.

Dinah, knowing she had to act fast, naturally dove in towards the drop first, practically plunging herself into its form, causing John to somewhat jerk forwards from the bodily surprise, which of course, made him immediately swallow. Though the currently much larger detective on the outside wasn’t exactly pleased by Dinah’s course of action, he wasn’t exactly going to comment on it either, and thus, merely began to focus on getting Zatanna downwards as well instead of dwelling on the moment.

Zatanna began to slowly slide down closer and closer towards the natural valve. She, unlike Dinah, wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about going down there, and yet, she didn’t protest, as it was indeed, currency necessary.

Thus, once John, through his still-sprinting breaths, managed to swallow once more, Zatanna at last joined with her fellow heroine inside of John’s esophagus.

Now that the man on the outside knew that his teammates were just about as safe as they could be for the moment, he was therefore able to finally end his former bout of speedy sprint, since he recognized that, if any of the demons were to catch sight of him, and saw him running like that, they would instantly know something was up, and the entire operation would be sabotaged. Thus, John attempted to regain as much composure as he could muster as he propped himself up against the alley wall next to a dumpster. He could tell that Dinah had made it past his collarbone at this point, and was going to land in his stomach soon, while the slight throat bulge that Zatanna was making in his throat was still somewhat visible from the outside. Gently placing a finger over it as it continued traveling downwards, the sorcerer woman on the inside was able to feel the slight pressure, causing her to internally recognize that the detective had to have stopped his momentum by now.

Naturally, as the man’s throbbing heart rate was still yet to fully calm down, Zatnna had been able to pick it up much faster than would be normally possible. Thus, she wouldn’t exactly be able to tell, especially when paired with the deep squelching noises that came with each tight squeeze and shove from the slimy esophageal walls around her, when she was close to the stomach until she picked up its ambient gurgling. For the moment being though, the sorcerer knew that she and Dinah were hidden away from the reaches of the demons, and, per John’s plan, since there hadn’t been any prior indication to them that John was a part of their team, that meant that there was practically no way for the two heroines to be found by them, and that meant as such that they were now able to buy enough time to recuperate.

Eventually, after quite a relative while of the rhythmic shoving sensation, Zatanna was indeed able to sense the crescendoing gurgles and groans emulating from the organ deep within. Knowing that Dinah was already in there and that she had been silent thus far, Zatanna knew as a result that both of her spells had worked perfectly. Thus, once she finally made it to the lower esophageal sphincter, simply closing her eyes and allowing John’s body to do the rest as she was pushed through its form, the sorcerer woman eventually made a splash landing into a harmless pool of constantly sloshing liquids below. Opening up one eye, and her previous convictions were confirmed. Dinah was laying silently up against the walls, seemingly extremely contented for the moment, as she gently nuzzled up into its slightly churning being, listening to the ambiance booming all around her. Zatanna, not exactly wanting to bother her fellow heroine, simply shrugged her shoulders, as she, too, began to settle down for the moment. Shuffling about for a bit in order to get into a comfortable position, Zatanna leaned into the pillowy, goopy walls inside of John Constantine’s stomach, and promptly gave the squishy walls a few pats. The natural warmth of the organ only aided in calming the two down, as the watery substance inside of the gut continued swirling about around them. Zatanna was barely even able to sense herself closing her eyes at this point, before her world finally went dark. It would thus only take a few more minutes, before both she and, indeed, Dinah, had soundly fallen asleep.

John on the outside, who still hadn’t seen any sign of the demons, was somewhat able to tell this, the rather heavy sensation of having two people laying inside of his guts made him rather mindful of their presence, causing him to give himself a casual reminder not to make sudden movements. Thus, as the silver moon only continued shining down upon the man, Constantine in turn, continued to maintain his watch. Eventually however, taking a couple of steps forward, Constantine had indeed deduced that the demons were nowhere near, and deeper into the winding maze of the city’s darkened alleyways, he therefore went, exceedingly determined as always to keep the mission going, as he knew, as firmly as a brute fact, that if he did not succeed in this mission, he would never complete his final vision. He just simply was required to keep going, and that is, indeed, what he did.

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ssuminshan-official · 1 year

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A-Qing is in Jingjing imperial city looking for xue yang, but she got into an argument with a vendor, for stealing a steamed bun.

Aqing: I wonder where's xue yang. I know that he's living with his bestie, Jin guangyao.

What did he say jin guangyao was? An official? A hulijing? An emperor? I can't remember. Maybe because I'm hungry.

Gege, can I have a steamed bun.

X: here you go. Hot and fresh.

X: hey you didn't pay for that?!

A-qing: pay for what?

X: the steamed bun.

A-Qing: do I look like I have a job?

Do I look like an enter penair?

X: you mean entrepreneur?

A-qing: oh you think you're smart. Wait till I beat you with my stick!

X: I would like to see you try!

Anyways, you don't look like a hulijing! Are you a threat!

A-qing: no! But your face look like a threat!

*holds the bun in her mouth and ran off with it.*

X: hey! At least pay for it!!! *running after her* guys help me!

Angry mob: *starts chasing her*

A-qing: you'll never take me alive!!!!

On the other side, Rusong and his entourage were in town.

Dianxia, did you and Huangdi enjoy the theatre performance?

Rusong: definitely. It was really flawless and well put together.

Does Huangdi have any other projects?

Rusong: yes, Huangdi is working on some new ones.

He's planning on opening some new shelters and homes for homeless citizens.

I'm also in on it.

But there's always more projects to come.

Someone: *hands him a flower*

Rusong: thank you.

Random child: what's your name, Dianxia?

Rusong: Rusong. *smile*

Our mischievous little Dianxia. Where's your caravan?

Rusong: we parked it over on the next street.

I think I should stretch my legs, and talk to you.

Awww.

You have the same interests as Huangdi.

A-qing: *runs and bumps into Rusong*

Rusong: careful.

A-qing: *hides behind him* hide me!

X: *running eith the mob* how dare you hide behind Dianxia!

A-qing: *looks up* Dianxia??

Rusong: stop!

Mob: *kneels* yes Dianxia.

X: she refused to pay for the food!

That's stealing!

Rusong: it's fine. Don't fuss.

I'll pay for the food.

X: but you're Dianxia.

Rusong: but I'm hospitable too.

Here's the money.

X: I can't take money from you. That's a disrespect. Ok Dianxia, she can take it free of charge!

Rusong: well, ok then.

A-qing: thank you rich gege.

Rusong: no problem. Come let's get out from the middle of the street.

You guys, wait for me near the caravan.

Entourage: yes Dianxia.

A-qing: woww.

Rusong: what?

A-qing: they obey you a lot. I could imagine how it would be like. But do you feel annoyed or strange?

Rusong: *laughing slightly* of course not. I'm used to it.

A-qing: if you ask them to dance for you, would they?

Rusong: haha, maybe. But I haven't asked them that.

A-qing: you're awesome rich gege!

Anyways!

*eating* I was really hungry.

Mff....mmm.. thank you for paying for me, rich gege!

Rusong: *smile*

A-qing: why are you smiling? do you want some?

Rusong: no, I just admire your vibrance. Where are you from?

A-qing: yi city.

Rusong: ohhh, yi city! So you must know uncle muffin. I mean xue yang.

A-qing: yea. He's my guardian along with white gege. I came here to visit hi here. He is living with Jin guangyao somewhere here. I don't know for sure.

Rusong: Jin guangyao is my dad. And he's the emperor of Hulijings.

A-qing: ohhhhhhhhhh. Thats why you're rich and your dialect is sophisticated.

Rusong: *teasing* only my dialect?

A-qing: appearance posture and body language too. I thought you were only rich and sophisticated. But you turned out to be an emperor's son, lol.

Now what's your full name, rich gege?

Rusong: Rusong, the hulijing prince.

*wink*

A-qing: did you just wink at me!

Rusong: I'm trying to make a signature intro.

A-qing: *rolls eyes* trying to be cute.

Well I'm A-qing.

Rusong: nice to meet you, A-qing.

So shall we leave?

A-qing: what do you want with me? Are you going to drag me in an inn and kiss me! I should have known! You seductive little hulijing. I don't want to be a concubine. But to tell you the truth, you're kinda hot.

Rusong: Madam, I mean, shall we go to my residence, Jing Manor. You'll get to meet xue yang.

A-qing: oh....sorry....my bad.

Rusong: shall we?

A-qing: nah. Maybe tomorrow. I have already caused trouble with you in public.

Rusong: it's ok.

Well if you wish to come tomorrow, I'll send a caravan for you.

A-qing: no! I will walk. That's not necessary. And maybe I have to pay you back.

Rusong: why would I charge a guest, A-qing. You're maybe staying in the nearby inn right? The caravan will pick you up there.

A-qing: mmm ok. I don't want to refuse you, as you're Dianxia.

Rusong: we're friends now. No need to br formal!

*A-qing's fox shaped hairpin suddenly falls from her hair*

A-qing: oh! *bends*

Rusong: wait. Let me.

*picks it up* ah. Such a beautiful design.

And what a coincidence.

A-qing: yea, I always wear this. I only own two hairpins.

Rusong: I'll be honoured to gift you with hairpins some time. Since that you're a guest.

A-qing: thank you so much! I would like that! (Eeeeee, rich gege is so sweet)

Rusong: may I?

A-qing: may you do what?

Rusong: put this back in your hair.

A-Qing: sure, rich gege!

Rusong: *places it in* there you go.

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