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tigertales9 · 1 year

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Necessary Roughness

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: It's been exactly a year since the Bengals Super Bowl appearance against the Rams. This fic is traveling back in time to 2/13/22 to relive some of those moments, both good and bad.

Location: Bengals Super Bowl after-party at Pauley Pavilion on the UCLA campus (with a few flashbacks to SoFi Stadium).

A/N: I'm in my Super Bowl feels and decided to churn out a little something to make me feel better. Fair warning: The smut is smutting. There's a 99% chance I'm going to write a part 2 for this, but it'll be a minute (more like a month) since I'm slow as hell.

Part 2 is now up : Necessary Roughness II

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You take a sip of your margarita, throwing occasional glances at the stage where your man is singing and half-ass gyrating with Kid Cudi.

"This marg is kinda weak," your best friend announces. "Like lime kool-aid with a tiny splash of tequila."

"Yeah, it sucks," you nod in agreement, rolling your shoulders before thinking back over the past several hours.

The Super Bowl did not go the way you wanted. The temperature was 82 degrees at kick-off, second hottest on record. "This ain't football weather!" seemed to be the battle cry of the Bengals fans in your section at SoFi Stadium. It all went down hill from there. The o-line couldn't block for shit, serving Joe up on a platter for a Super Bowl record 7 sacks and a ton more pressures and hits. You shake your head when you remember how scared you were on that one really awful hit. With 11:38 left in the game, Joe was absolutely hammered to the ground, immediately grabbing his good knee and grimacing in pain. You held your breath until he finally got to his feet and limped off the field, refusing medical treatment. You held your breath on every play after that as well, absolutely terrified that he would get another gruesome injury like he did in his rookie season.

"Hey, you want another crappy drink?" Your bestie's voice pulls you out of your anxious recollection for a second. "Uhhh, yeah. Thanks." She nods her head and waves the bartender over as you slide back down memory lane.

Even with everything that went wrong, the Bengals still damn near won the game. It took a sketchy holding call with less than 2 minutes left to win it for the Rams. "Fuck 'em," you whisper, taking a sip of your fresh drink as you think about the look on Joe's face as you greeted him briefly in the tunnel after the game. You bite your lip when you think of the pain in his eyes.

"This drink is stronger," your bestie chirps, giving you a thumbs up as the music hits a crescendo before slowly grinding to a halt as Kid Cudi's set ends. "Much stronger," you smile, taking another sip while searching the stage for Joe; he knew where you were -- on the far back wall at the makeshift bar -- so you knew he'd eventually make his way to you.

You continue to sip your drink as your best friend chatters in your ear. "This is kind of a weird place to have an after-party," she states. "What's it called again?"

"Pauley Pavilion," you answer. "It's really close to where they guys are staying."

"Cool," she says, swaying in her seat to the fairly subdued DJ set that's just started up. "Are they gonna have another live set?" she asks, "or just this DJ stuff?"

"I'm not sure. I guess we'll find out in a bit." You pat her leg and give her a smile. "I'm glad you're here with me, Gina."

"Me too," she grins, looking around at the other folks posted up at the bar. "Doesn't seem like very many WAGS came."

"They're mostly up front by the stage."

"Oh, that makes sense."

You take another sip of your cocktail before letting your mind wander a bit.

You didn't want to come to the after-party, but you knew you needed to support Joe who really didn't want to come. When he'd locked eyes with you in the tunnel at SoFi, your stomach dropped at the look on his face. You were devastated for him, but you were also really glad he seemed to be in one piece, even though he was slightly favoring his 'good' knee. You'd waited for him to greet his parents before stepping forward to hug him. "I love you," you'd murmured against his sweaty neck, feeling his arms tighten around you as he returned the sentiment. His eyes were glassy as he stepped back and captured your gaze. "You're still coming to the after-party, right?" he'd asked, grimacing for a second while shifting his weight onto his hurt knee before quickly shifting it back. You'd dodged the question. "How's your knee?" He'd shrugged. "Prob just sprained. I'll get an MRI when we get back home."

You smile to yourself when you remember him leaning down until his nose was almost touching yours.

"Babe, I need you to focus. Are you coming to the after-party?" You'd grinned at his bossy tone. "Yes, sir. Your parents aren't coming, but Gina is coming with me. I need to stop by the airbnb first to shower and change clothes. I'm sweaty and gross." He'd given you a quick kiss. "You're never gross," he'd whispered, waving to a team employee who was trying to get his attention. "Gotta go," he'd said, slowly backing away from you. "Text me when you get to the party."

You sigh as a loud burst of laughter pulls you back to the present. A few seconds later, you almost jump off of your barstool when you feel a big hand squeeze your shoulder then slide under your long hair to rest on your neck. "What the hell?" you snap, throwing a nasty look at the offender before realizing it's Joe. "Oh shit, Joe, you scared the hell out of me," you laugh, pressing a hand over your racing heart. "I thought you were some strange perv." He grins at the look on your face. "Nope, just a familiar perv," he teases, giving you a wink. "Good game, Joe," Gina chirps, smiling when Joe makes a stank face. "I thought y'all should've won." Joe heaves a sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "It is what it is," he mumbles, giving Gina a smile to soften his abrupt words.

You squirm in your seat as Joe shifts his gaze back to you, giving you a slow up-and-down look while licking his lips. "I like your outfit," he says, reaching a hand out to finger the slinky fabric of your mini skirt. "Thanks," you whisper, glad you'd opted for the flirty circle skirt paired with a white v-neck tee, cognac leather knee boots and a matching lightweight leather jacket.

Joe leans in close. "I've got something to show you."

"Okay," you grin, giving him an expectant look.

He shakes his head. "Not here. It's behind the stage."

"Oh," you mutter, your eyes going wide at the wicked look on his face. "I can't leave Gina by herself," you say weakly.

He gives you a soothing smile before looking at Gina. "I'll bring her back in like 30 minutes, okay? Just stay here and don't move."

"No prob," Gina says, taking a loud slurp of her cocktail while giving you a knowing smirk. "Take your time."

"C'mon," Joe orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the throng of people, keeping his head down so he won't be recognized. You follow close behind, breathing a sigh of relief when you eventually find yourself in a mostly-empty hallway just behind the stage. "Where are we?" you whisper, eyes going wide as Joe opens a door and ushers you into a pitch-black room. "It's a storage room," he answers, flipping the light switch before locking the door. He turns to face you, the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling providing just enough light to see his heated look. He strips his jacket off as you take a quick glance at your surroundings -- mostly boxes stacked up against the walls. You toss your purse on top of a large box quickly followed by your jacket, licking your lips in anticipation as Joe closes the distance between you.

"How did you find this place?" you giggle.

"I asked one of the security guys if there was a private room I could use."

"Wait," you whisper. "What if he hid a camera in here?" Joe stops in his tracks and looks around the room before looking back at you. "Shit, can't risk that," he mutters, his voice husky with desire tinged with disappointment.

Damn, you think to yourself, trying hard to keep your own disappointment from showing. Joe takes in the look on your face and quickly makes a decision. "We don't need light," he states, placing his big hands on your waist and lifting you up and to the side before setting you down in front of a stack of boxes. He takes a few steps back and tilts his head. "Back up a little," he directs, giving a thumbs up when you take a couple steps back, your ample ass hitting about halfway up the top box. "Perfect," he murmurs, turning on his heel and striding toward the door, locking eyes with you as he reaches for the light switch. "You done manhandling me?" you laugh. "Just getting started," he growls, something primal flashing in his eyes before he flicks the switch, plunging the room into complete darkness.

You blink your eyes a few times, trying and failing to make out his shape in the pitch-black room. "Uhhhh, Joe? Where are you?"

"Right here," he answers, not more than a foot away from you. You reach both hands out and encounter his muscular chest, flattening your palms against him as he slowly closes the distance between you, backing you up against the stack of sturdy boxes. You feel the heat radiating off of him and smell his scent -- clean with a hint of spice. "It's so dark," you whisper, your pulse rate kicking into overdrive when you feel him drop a kiss on your neck. "Totally dark," he purrs, latching his lips onto your sensitive skin and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You whimper at the delicious sensation, suddenly aware of how loud you sound in the semi-silence.

"Are they gonna play more live music or just this half-ass DJ stuff?" you whisper, jumping as the next live set starts up. You feel Joe's gruff laugh against your neck. "Now we can be as loud as we want," he murmurs, sucking hard on the delicate flesh just behind your ear.

You close your eyes as he continues to tease you. You can feel the heavy bass from the speakers vibrating up through your legs, syncing up with the throbbing pulse beating in your chest … your neck … between your thighs. You slide your hands from his chest down to his waist and pull him closer, biting your lip as he cuffs his long fingers around your wrists, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp before slowly running his hands up your bare arms. "You have chill bumps," he whispers. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm burning hot," you moan, a little embarrassed at how needy you sound. There's a pause in the music. You hold your breath and count 2 - 3 - 4 before you viscerally feel the beat drop; a moment later Joe's lips crash down on yours, zero finesse just pure need. You grab his shoulders and hold on as he devours your mouth, his tongue thrusting and tangling with yours to the sultry, thumping beat.

After a minute, you taste the metallic tang of blood just before Joe breaks the kiss. "That's my blood," he breathes. "Sorry. Forgot my lip got busted during the game."

"Does it hurt?" you whisper.

"No. But you're probably grossed out by . . ."

Before he finishes his sentence, you cup a hand behind his neck and pull him back down, sliding your tongue in his mouth as his throaty groan vibrates against your lips. You reach your other hand down to his crotch, sliding your thumb up and down his prominent erection through his jeans several times before flicking the button open and lowering the zipper. You grab his waistband and give a tug, groaning in frustration when he places his big hands over your much smaller ones, stopping the downward progress of his jeans. "I need you in my mouth," you whine, going completely still when you feel his lips nestled against your ear. "Ladies first," he purrs, nipping your earlobe while sliding a hand under your skirt to cup your lace-covered crotch. You feel liquid heat flood your core as he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit. "So wet for me, baby," he groans. "I need to taste you." He gives your earlobe another nip before dropping to his knees at your feet.

You reach down and place your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself in the sea of darkness. I feel like I'm floating, you think to yourself, squeezing your eyes closed when you feel his hands slide under your skirt, long fingers grasping your thong before slowly pulling it down. You grab a handful of your skirt and pull it up, tucking it into your waistband to give him easier access. You steady your hands on his shoulders again, breathless with anticipation for what's to come.

"Shit," Joe grumbles, making your eyes fly open. "What is it?" you ask, looking down as if you can actually see what's going on. "Panties are stuck on your boot zipper," he gripes, trying to delicately untangle the thong for several seconds before giving up. "Fuck it," he growls, ripping the scrap of lace in half and tossing it to the side. "Spread your legs for me," he orders, purring in approval when you widen your stance. You feel his hot breath on your crotch and you bite your bottom lip, bracing yourself for the feel of his mouth on your bare skin.

A second passes … and then another. You feel like you're on a roller coaster, inching up the last few feet of track before plunging over a steep drop; your body is already anticipating the fall, craving that out-of-control feeling but held back by his hesitation. You look down into the inky blackness, the sound of your hammering pulse beating in your eardrums louder than the music pulsating through the wall behind you.

You gasp his name when you finally feel him press a kiss against your clit, your core clenching hard as he follows the kiss with a delicate puff of breath. "Please?" you beg, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he licks a long swipe up your slit before plunging inside, no more teasing, just tongue-fucking you with deep, steady strokes.

He eventually drags his tongue up to your clit, teasing you with delicate licks followed by harder sucks until you're begging for release. "Don't stop!" you whine, biting your bottom lip when he slides two fingers into your slick heat, curling them to bullseye your sweet spot. You make a noise that's half-moan half-scream as your climax hits, hissing in pleasure as he continues to tease you. "My legs are gonna collapse," you whimper. "I've got you," he soothes, his hands gripping your waist to hold you up as you gasp for air.

After taking a minute to catch your breath, you slide your hands on top of his and remove them from your waist. "My turn," you whisper, dropping to your knees, hitting the floor a lot harder than you meant to. Gonna have bruises, you think to yourself, reaching forward as you hear Joe stand up and push his jeans and underwear down. His cock feels hot and heavy in your hands as you circle your thumb over the velvety head, sliding the precum in concentric circles before replacing your thumb with your tongue. You tease him with delicate licks and sucks before running your tongue up and down the length of his shaft, peeking up at him through your long lashes before you remember he can't see you. You usually maintain eye contact when sucking him, knowing it drives him crazy; but here in the absolute darkness you're able to focus on the feel and the smell and the taste of him.

You close your eyes and open your mouth, taking him about halfway in before stopping, teasing him a bit before taking him deep. You both groan when his tip brushes the back of your throat, and you push forward, knowing you're gonna gag but needing to take him deeper. You feel your eyes start to water as Joe places a big hand on the back of your head, his deep voice murmuring filthy praise as you worship his thick cock. Your core contracts at the slightly musky smell of him, causing you to moan. You hear Joe hiss at the added sensation, his hand fisting in your hair as you moan again, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. "That's so good, baby," he grits out, "but I wanna cum in your tight little cunt."

You pull off of his cock just as he reaches down and hooks both hands under your armpits; he easily lifts you up, purring his approval as you wrap your legs around his waist, his cock already buried deep inside you before he sets your ass on the storage box behind you. You grab onto his shoulders and hold on for the ride as he immediately starts thrusting; you throw your head back, hitting it against the wall. Ouch! you think briefly before losing yourself to the sensation of Joe's thick cock pounding into you.

There's a brief break between songs, and you're captivated by the luscious sound of your flesh slapping together before the next song starts. Joe immediately gets into the rhythm of the new song, rolling his hips forward to the beat in a way that causes your eyes to roll back in your head. Shock waves of pleasure shoot up your spine with each hard thrust and you feel the delicious tension building deep inside you.

He leans down and presses kisses on your chin and your cheek before finally hitting your lips. He catches your whimpers and moans in his mouth before sliding his tongue inside, groaning when you give it a hard suck. "So hot tasting my pussy on your tongue," you moan against his slick lips, sucking his tongue back in your mouth then gasping when his next thrust bottoms out. "Jesus," he hisses, sliding a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as his hips snap forward. "I'm close," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat as your climax hits; he gives two more hard thrusts then follows you over the edge.

You suck air into your lungs as fast as possible, more than a little lightheaded in the aftermath of your mind-blowing orgasm. You hear Joe gasping for breath and smile into the darkness. At least he's just as wrung out as me, you think to yourself.

"You okay?" he finally wheezes, his breath warm on your neck.

"Yeah, aside from the bruised knees and cracked skull."

"Cracked skull?" he asks, running his hand over the back of your head.

"I'm exaggerating," you chuckle, moaning as he massages your scalp with his nimble fingers. "I bumped my head on the wall."

"Did you hit it hard? Why didn't you say something?" he asks, the concern in his voice making you smile.

"Because I was getting railed by this tall, hot stud with a perfect cock and I didn't want that to stop."

"Fair enough," he chuckles.

"How's your knee?" you ask.

"Just fine," he mutters, pulling up his underwear and jeans. "Sorry I was a little rough."

"You were amazing," you sigh, clinging onto him as he lifts you off the box and sets you on your feet. "Damn, my legs are shaky," you laugh as you sway against him; he holds you for a minute, giving your legs time to get decently steady.

"You good?" he finally whispers, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah."

"Stay right here," he says. "I'm gonna go turn on the light.

"Okay." You untuck your skirt and let it fall back down your thighs. "Who knew having sex in a pitch-black room on a stack of boxes while almost fully dressed could be such a sensual experience?" you muse, locking eyes with Joe when he flicks the light back on. He smiles and gives you a wink. "Everything with you is a sensual experience."

"Thanks, babe," you say before pointing at the floor. "Are those my shredded panties?" He makes a sheepish face while scooping up the scraps of lace. "I got a little carried away," he mutters, eyes going wide as he looks at the ruined tiger-striped thong. "Oh no! These are my favs," he whines, looking at you with a pouty face. "Relax, I have another pair at home just like them," you soothe. "Plus, I can always order more." He nods his head as he grabs his jacket and stuffs the thong remnants in a pocket. "Order like 50 of 'em," he demands.

"Yes, sir," you laugh, digging in your purse for your pack of wet wipes and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly reach under your skirt to give your crotch a wipe before gingerly stepping into the panties. You hear Joe chuckle and you shoot him a glance, noting that he's staring at the ceiling with a wistful smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, pulling a compact out to touch up your smeared eye make-up.

He rolls his shoulders a few times before meeting your gaze. "I'm thinking … the bad news is I lost the Super Bowl. But the good news is I made an amazing memory that'll last a lifetime."

"Being onstage with Kid Cudi?" you ask.

"What?" he furrows his brow. "Oh yeah, that too, but I was talking about this," he says, waving a hand toward you. "Sex in total darkness was crazy intense," he continues, a dirty smile gracing his pretty lips. "Maybe we should get some blackout curtains for our bedroom so we can recreate it every now and then."

"Sounds good," you agree, tossing the used wipes in a trash can and returning his smile as you walk toward him. "I also think you'd look really hot in a blindfold," you tease, giggling when his eyebrows shoot upward. "Ohhhh yeah, that sounds good," he mutters, his active imagination already conjuring up dirty visuals.

"Now that I think about it," you continue, "why haven't I had you in a blindfold in all the years we've been together?"

He gives you a cocky smirk. "Cause I'm a bossy motherfucker who likes to call the shots in bed?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh yeah, that's why." You watch him for a few seconds, grinning at the blissed-out look on his face as he stares into the distance. "I'm ready to go," you say, breaking into his fevered musings.

"Hold on," he sighs, closing his eyes. "I'm still imagining that blindfold action."

You shake your head at him. "We just had sex and you're already thinking about it again?"

"Obvs," he chuckles. "It's your fault for being so damn hot." He grabs the doorknob then pauses. "Listen, I wanna say something," he states, turning to face you.

"Okay."

"You see this smile on my face?"

"Yeah."

"You did that. On the shittiest day of my life, you made me smile." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss against your lips. "You make everything better," he continues, his voice cracking a bit as he pulls you into a tight hug. You feel your eyes well with tears as you return his hug. "I love you," you whisper, blinking hard to keep the tears from falling. "Love you, too," he sighs, burying his face in your neck while you run your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

After several minutes he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent before standing up and locking eyes with you. You wipe a stray tear as it slides down your cheek, searching his face to gauge his mood. He wipes a tear off his cheek and gives a pitiful sniff before speaking.

"So you gonna do the blindfold thing for me tonight?" he croaks, deftly jumping back as you swing your purse at him, just missing. "Boy, you're giving me emotional whiplash!" you snap. "Crying one minute and horny the next!"

"I've been horny the whole time!" he argues. "The gratitude and the love and the tears just bubbled up on top of the horniness!"

He delivers that last line with such an earnest expression that you can't help but laugh. You take several deep breaths before speaking. "Listen," you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "When you finally get home tonight -- probably around 7:30 or 8:00 -- you're gonna be dead tired. You're gonna want to eat dinner and crash not get your freak on."

"But it's Valentine's Day," he pouts, poking his plump bottom lip out for maximum sympathy. You check your watch. "It's well past midnight, so it's been Valentine's Day for a while." You gesture at the stack of boxes y'all had used and abused. "That dirty little romp should count as our V-Day action." He's already shaking his head before you finish your sentence. "Absolutely not!" he argues. "That was post-Super-Bowl-loss sex. No way that counts for V-Day."

"We'll see," you mutter, kind of surprised at how adamant he's being. "Right now I need to know what you want for dinner? I'll get home a couple hours before you, so I'll have plenty of time to make us a nice meal."

He gives you a cheeky look. "I want the blindfold."

"Babe, I need you to focus," you snap, echoing his words from earlier. You point a finger in his face. "When you get home tonight what do you want to eat?" He gives you a wicked grin and opens his mouth to answer; you quickly press a finger against his lips. "Don't say pussy," you order, smiling when he heaves a dramatic sigh. "Way to kick a man when he's down," he grumbles. "Oh hush," you chuckle. "I just want to make sure you get a good meal and get tucked into bed, with or without a blindfold."

"With," he insists, grinning at the exasperated look on your face. "Listen, I know I'm gonna be tired, so you'll have to do most of the work. Are you okay with that?" he asks, giving you a pleading look that you can't say no to.

"Do I get to call all the shots?" you ask.

"You can call most of the shots," he states, sinful lips curling up in a smile as you narrow your eyes at him. He gives you a dirty wink before continuing. "I mean, I've got a few ideas."

"Oh, you've got a few ideas?" you snark, rolling your eyes as you reach for the door handle. "Why does that not surprise me?"

He shrugs and gives you an innocent look.

"Bossy. Mother. Fucker." you say fondly, shaking your head as you sling the door open, giggling when Joe gives your ass a playful smack.

"You know you love it," he teases, his deep, throaty laugh like music to your ears as y'all walk back toward the crowd.

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beomgyuslilracha · 1 year

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the ceo's son ✧.* [ pt. 9 ]

⊹ pairing: choi soobin x f! reader

⊹ genre: strangers to friends to lovers

⊹ warnings: uhhh angst if you squint?? but i make up for it with fluff

⊹ wc: 5.4k

summary: you've been an intern at c company for roughly over four months now - directly under the ceo as his assistant. everything was going perfectly: you were saving up money to attend uni next year, and you knew that you were under the ceo's good graces to receive a great recommendation when the time came! in fact, he took a liking to you so much that he'd often joke that he wanted to set you up with his son. at least ... you thought it was a joke.

before continuing on to the 2nd floor, you excitedly pointed out the game factory area full of a multitude of arcade games that you thought would be fun for you and soobin to try. although, soobin had suggested that you wait to play any games until you reached the game village on the 3rd floor.

which is where the miscalculation soon comes into play.

at game village, he knew there were prize machines that he wanted to be able to win you a cute plushie from.

he didn't admit this to you, though, are you kidding?

instead he opted for the 'they have better games' excuse, which he honestly wasn't even sure if they did. he was especially glad you didn't question him further about it, since all he remembered was the prize machines.

he needed to win you a prize, and he was willing to lie to do that.

after quickly riding the french revolution rollercoaster on the 2nd floor, where you practically squeezed the blood out of soobin's hand from exhilaration and slight fear, you both then made your way to the 3rd floor for the arcade.

seeing as neither of you were all that interested in the jungle adventure ride, you ended up making a beeline straight for the game village.

that was up until soobin managed to catch sight of who was inside, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

they should've just stayed on the first floor.

"actually, why don't we give jungle adventure a chance anyway?" he suddenly suggested, confusing you from his quick change of mind.

"but i thought you said-"

"yeah, but it might be better than we remembered," soobin interrupted you, not wanting to give you a chance to speak and risk being caught.

"soobin hyung!!"

damn it.

although soobin had attempted to keep walking away, you whipped your head around to spot soobin's group of friends from yesterday all watching the two of you from inside the game village.

"aren't those your friends?" you questioned him, confused once again as he had tried to keep softly tugging at your hand to walk away with him.

unfortunately for him, the two of you couldn't get away fast enough before all four idiots came running up to greet you both.

"hi, you must be y/n, right?" kai was the first to speak, smiling down at you as he finally got to see you face-to-face.

you could only nod, suddenly feeling incredibly shy and tiny, seeing as there were now five men towering over you at once and reminding you of just how small you were.

"how funny, we didn't expect to see you here," yeonjun lied, poking soobin's shoulder playfully and causing the poor boy to grow even more upset.

"yeah, of all days, i didn't think any of you would be here either," soobin forced himself to play along, though practically speaking through clenched teeth as he glared at all of them.

he only hoped that they would catch the hint and leave, but, of course, they pretended not to.

"kai really wanted to come," taehyun explained with an amused smile, finding the situation rather funny.

believe it or not, there wasn't any secret intentions or malicious planning behind it - neither of them actually expected to run into either of you in such a niche place out of the entire park.

a happy coincidence!

at least, a happy coincidence for four of them.. not so much for a certain someone.

"hi, i'm beomgyu! soobin hyung told us so much about you," beomgyu introduced himself to you, commenting in a teasing tone. he didn't even suppress his laughter when soobin shot him a glare in return.

"hopefully all good things?" you said in more of a questioning tone, now glancing up at the embarrassed boy beside you.

this time, it was your turn to squeeze his hand gently. you weren't sure if he was upset with his friends suddenly crowding you both, which he was, but you hoped to silently let him know that you weren't bothered.

in fact, you couldn't help but to think it was rather nice to meet them in a more public setting rather than awkwardly back at the dorm.

"trust us, he goes on and on and on about how great you are," yeonjun reassured you, now being the one to laugh as he watched both yours and soobin's cheeks turn a matching shade of pink.

"we should probably leave them alone now," taehyun nudged yeonjun, being the only one out of the four to finally catch on to soobin's telepathic screaming for them to go away.

not that he actually heard it, but soobin thought for a split second that he might have.

"unless you want to join us, y/n?" kai interjected, perking up at his own suggestion.

truth be told, you really did want to join them. you wanted to jump at the opportunity to get to know them more and have a blast playing games with them as well. although, you knew that if you were to look at soobin, one look would convince you to say no and go on your way somewhere else.

against your better judgement, you chose not to look at soobin just this once.

"i'd love to join you!" you told the cute blonde, growing even more giddy as each one of their faces lit up and cheered after that.

as they all ran back into the arcade, fighting over which game you should play first, you took your time to hold both of soobin's hands in your own.

"come on, it'll only be for a little while, okay?"

soobin's cute pout shifted into a small smile after a minute, nodding his head slowly and allowing you to pull him along to the arcade room.

even though they set his plans back a bit, he supposed the experience wasn't all that bad. soobin got to watch all four of his friends warm up to you quickly, and it was enough to make him happy all over again.

he was especially glad that you weren't entirely turned off by them all - mostly beomgyu - screaming in your ear.

it wasn't exactly ideal for you, of course, but you didn't mind as much as you expected. instead, it felt rather nice to know that they felt comfortable enough to be themselves around you, despite having just met for the first time.

well, sort of for the first time.

in any case, seeing how easy it was for them to be themselves, you also found yourself warming up to them more and more by the second.

instead of flinching slightly every time they yelled in excitement, you found yourself laughing or jumping excitedly beside them. they were such a joy to be around and you couldn't believe soobin never introduced all of you sooner.

however, watching you now, soobin remembered exactly why he held back introducing you all to one another sooner. because now he was struggling way too much for your attention.

it was all fine and dandy at first, such as when the six of you agreed to play a few rounds of air hockey against one another.

it even surprised you to watch soobin transition from the sweet, shy boy you once knew to the sudden screaming one as he played a match against beomgyu.

of course, compared to the yells at the other end of the table, soobin was still remaining relatively mild.

the competition above all had you sweating for soobin's sake, but the screaming and excitement had you laughing like crazy. you felt as light as air, feeling nothing but genuine joy bubbling up inside of you the longer that you spent with them.

soobin was even letting out the cutest little laughs and screams that your heart almost couldn't take it.

for every sudden urge you got to risk it all and kiss him, you found yourself biting harshly at the edge of your thumb to push every thought away. you merely blamed it on the adrenaline, getting far too excited with the group beside you.

after an exhilarating tie breaker, soobin ended up winning the final round against beomgyu.

this then opened for an adorable game between you and kai.

neither of you wanted to play too roughly for the other, so it consisted of many cute giggles and tiny taps of the puck towards each other's side.

while yeonjun and beomgyu groaned for the game to hurry up, taehyun and soobin were both smiling at the adorableness between you both.

soobin more than taehyun, obviously, seeing as he gazed over at you like you were the most precious being on the planet. with every giggle that escaped your lips, he had to bite into his cheek in order to fight off every urge that wanted to race forward and kiss you.

he needed to get you to magic island quickly.

when the timer ran out, with an adorable score of 1 - 1, this was when soobin failed to beat the rest of the boys from earning your attention. regardless of how many times he had tried to call your name, it seemed like they all had something to tell you at the exact same time.

"aww, y/nie, let's try to win matching plushies!" kai cooed, making you giddy at the sudden use of a nickname, lightly grabbing your wrist and leading you to the machine that held the cutest pokémon plushies inside.

soobin's eyes widened in panic, spotting yet another flaw in his plan.

"ahh, kai, why don't we try a different machine first?" soobin had tried to suggest, looking around for any other game that they hadn't tried yet.

"no, hold on, y/nie and i want these snorlax plushies!" kai giggled beside you, both of your shoulders now rubbing together as your eyes focused intently on the game inside.

yeonjun, beomgyu, and taehyun weren't particularly interested in the prize machines, so they opted for a new round of air hockey to determine a champion between the three of them.

"y/n-"

soobin was quickly interrupted by yours and kai's cheerful squealing as the first snorlax was instantaneously won and dropped into the prize box.

kai rushed to pull the plush out of the machine, squeezing onto it tightly and squealing with you happily at how cute and soft it was.

"here, y/n, do you want-" kai trailed off on his sentence, having finally caught sight of soobin's death glare directed at him from behind you. "actually, uhh, i want to keep this one."

"that's alright, i can try to win one for myself!" you shrugged simply, not bothered at all. he did work hard to win the plush, so it wouldn't have been fair for you to accept it anyway.

"here, let me try," soobin finally found his chance to step in, his hand covering yours on the machine and sending sparks coursing up your arm.

your face warmed at the contact, and you failed to suppress the smile that overtook your face. "okay!" you agreed excitedly, swooning at the mere idea of soobin winning a plushie all for you.

at least, that was the plan, anyway.

quickly running threw 5 thousand won without even thinking, soobin still managed to fail time and time again to win the plush that you wanted. his head bonked against the machine glass, his frustrated focus being no help no matter how hard he tried.

"soobin, it's okay, i don't need it," you had tried to tell him, tugging lightly at his sleeve to try and earn his attention away from the machine.

soobin said nothing, mindlessly feeding another 500 won into the machine for just one more attempt.

why was it so hard??

he just wanted to win you a cute plush to see your precious smile. he just wanted you to think of him every time you hugged and looked at it. he just wanted to give you a cute memory where he won you a toy - so why was it so hard?!

just as you were trying to convince soobin to give up and that it was okay, beomgyu came hopping over to suddenly gain your attention again. apparently yeonjun and taehyun gave up playing against him, so he begged for you to play at least one round.

you would learn in a second that the other two gave up due to beomgyu being a horrific menace and a huge cheater.

it was funny, though, so you didn't mind.

once you were distracted, kai finally shoved a defeated soobin away from the machine and took over. in a matter of seconds, he won another plush.

with soobin gaping in absolute shock, unable to believe it, kai merely patted his friend's back and walked away - wordlessly allowing soobin to take all the credit.

even though he knew it wasn't the same, soobin was way too tired to try again. on top of that, he wasn't looking forward to wasting more money on that hell machine. he figured he would try some other day to win one for you fairly, but he was all too willing to take anything he could get for now.

thank you, sweet sweet kai!

grabbing the snorlax from the machine, soobin shyly made his way over to where you were still playing, with the plush now in hand.

at least it would still make you think of him, even if you didn't know that he wasn't actually the one that won it for you.

you were still midgame with beomgyu, giggling happily as you watched him practically use his entire body to cover his side of the goal. trying to keep things 'fair', you used your free arm to cover your side, now just having a game of hitting the puck and forth with no end in sight.

although, the second you caught the briefest glance of soobin finally standing beside you, you stopped everything to gasp in excitement — allowing beomgyu to take immediate advantage and score on you without hesitation.

"oh my gosh, no way! you finally won and i missed it??" you exclaimed, happily accepting the plush that he was now shyly handing over to you - making him look all the more adorable. despite how happy you were, though, you found yourself still pouting rather sadly. "i guess i'm just your bad luck charm."

"what? no!" soobin quickly denied, cupping your cute face in his large hands and tilting your head to look up at him. "you're my absolute favorite charm."

kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

kiss her, kiss her, kiss her.

despite you both sharing the exact same thoughts and staring at each other with the same adoration in your eyes, you both ended up clearing your throats and quickly pulling away after beomgyu called for soobin to leave you alone and let you finish the game with him.

you lost miserably after that, not being able to focus at all with just the thought of soobin's lips putting you in a daze.

as desperately as he wanted to, soobin was far too afraid to rush things with you. he thought maybe the moment could have potentially been perfect, but he wasn't keen on the idea of his friends being around when it finally happened.

eventually, seeing as the time was getting later and later and you both still had the 4th floor to get through, soobin finally asked you privately if you were ready to move on without the others.

"oh yeah, let me just say bye to everyone first!" you told him with a smile.

which then lead to the second and a half miscalculation of the night.

the half miscalculation being the absolute failure that occurred at the prize machine a short while ago.

in which you were merely meant to say goodbye, suddenly beomgyu brought up the absolutely wonderful idea of joining you two as a group.

you didn't want to be rude and refuse, so you looked to soobin to see what he would prefer. obviously, he hated the idea and told them all to stay there and let you two move on alone.

apparently none of them got the hint - even though it was more of an outright protest than a hint, but they still didn't listen either way.

much to soobin's reluctance and dismay, the four nuisances ended up accompanying you both for the remainder of the 3rd and 4th floors anyway.

hell, they even convinced you to join them again on the 1st floor to repeat some of the rides together.

to make matters worse, beomgyu and kai found themselves naturally attaching to you so easily the more time you spent together. you were able to match beomgyu's hyper behavior and excitement for practically everything, as well as double the cuteness when paired with huening any time either of you did anything.

had it not been for the sake of you, soobin would have beaten them both for ruining everything for him.

in fact, he almost did whenever they both made it a habit to take what should have been his place beside you during the rides. it first happened during the pharaoh's fury ride back on the 4th floor, where you all split into groups of three for the front and back row.

he was forced to watch the three of you laugh and squeal in excitement altogether right in front of him, while yeonjun and taehyun mainly teased at his misery for the entirety of the ride.

soobin's thankfulness to kai from earlier quickly faded into that of anger, knowing full well that the boy hated rollercoasters yet still agreed to join - apparently just as long as he got to sit beside you.

meanwhile, you, on the other hand, were so surprised at how easily you got along with soobin's friends! all of them were so sweet and so funny, you couldn't help but to feel genuinely happy that you could blend well with them.

to your delight, you were ecstatic that they all seemed to really like you too!

they were all practically competing to gain your attention, even going as far as playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to sit next to you during each ride — though the game never mattered, since beomgyu and kai would whine dramatically until they got to be the ones to sit with you.

on top of it all, soobin was pretty sure you forgot entirely who he was by this point.

not that you did, not one bit, but he was too busy sulking to understand.

you were simply trying to make sure that his friends genuinely liked you, hoping to get along well with them so that you could spend more time with soobin in the future. you thought that if they enjoyed your company now, maybe they'd convince soobin to invite you along to more things so that you could spend more time together with him.

you didn't mean to ignore him, truly. you merely thought that he'd be happy to see you and his friends getting along well with each other.

and he was, don't get him wrong at all, but that didn't mean he wanted you to spend more time with them instead of him.

unfortunately, soobin was on the verge of giving up.

after all that planning they did earlier, he couldn't believe his friends came along and ruined everything. they completely stole you away from him, and it didn't even dawn on any of them that the park would close soon without him ever having confessed to you.

luckily, there was still one person that kept their poor friend in mind.

taking one glance behind them to practically see a storm cloud hovering over soobin's gloomy head, taehyun then leaned over and whispered something in kai's ear.

after glancing back as well, kai tapped slyly on beomgyu's shoulder on the other side of you in order to silently signal him as well to look behind them. this followed with the same reaction from beomgyu to yeonjun, getting him to notice the poor boy trailing behind the five of you.

one by one, all four of them finally got the hint.

when you all had reached the 2nd floor on the way to ride the french revolution again, they conveniently stopped in front of the magic island entrance, where beomgyu let out the fakest and most dramatic yawn possible.

"woah, i'm getting tired," beomgyu acted loudly, going as far as rubbing his eyes like he were some sleepy cartoon character.

yeonjun rolled his eyes behind the boy, unable to believe anyone would buy his act.

but you did.

"oh no, should we stop here?" you asked him, hugging tightly to your snorlax plush to keep yourself from being sad. you were enjoying having fun with them, you didn't want it to end so soon.

"no, no, don't worry about us!" taehyun quickly cut in, smiling sweetly at you. "you and soobin hyung can go on ahead and we'll probably just head back to rest."

soobin finally perked up for the first time in the past hour, realizing now what was happening in front of him.

turning your head in time to spot how cute and eager soobin appeared to be from the idea, you giggled and happily agreed.

the boys all gave you gentle hugs goodbye, sent secret winks and thumbs up to soobin, then went on their merry way to secretly enjoy the lower levels of lotte world instead of going home.

you would find this out much later, though, after the four of them had to practically beg and convince soobin to let you hang out with them again - only under the promise that they would not steal you away like last time.

"your friends are a lot of fun," you told soobin, offering your hand cutely so that he could hold it.

he didn't waste a single second to interlock his fingers with yours, practically melting at the realization of how much he missed being with you. despite having been just a few steps away from him the whole time, it had felt like the two of you were still so far from each other.

now here you were again, your hands together, and walking side by side as you made your way across the long bridge leading to magic island.

"i'll be sure to tell them you thought they were all annoying," soobin teased, laughing adorably when you started to whine and protest for him not to lie.

when soobin had asked what you'd like to do first, you began looking through the guide map that you had picked up from the information desk on the way in.

you gulped nervously, though, as you read over every attraction. they all seemed to be a little too thrilling for your taste.

the gyro drop, the gyro swing, the bungee drop - anything they could possibly think of to make you nervous and sick to your stomach at the thought. you wondered if soobin would be up to the idea of going to the fantasy dream attraction just to look at a bunch of cute animals instead.

"actually," soobin spoke up through your silent worries, having glanced quickly at the time on his phone. "what if we, uh ... what if we, um, go on- on the moonboat?"

oh God, he was so nervous. his stomach was twisting in knots and he was starting to feel the slightest bit lightheaded just from trying to articulate what he was going to say.

did he stutter? did he even ask you right?

honestly, he was pretty sure he blacked out while trying to get the question out, so he seriously couldn't remember.

the brief second it took for you to answer felt like hours to him. "oh, yeah, that'd be so cute!" you cheered, purely happy at the idea of avoiding all the other scary rides that you were way too nervous to suggest.

as you first walked past the bungee drop and swing tree, soobin's stomach first felt like an entire nest of butterflies were fluttering around trying to look for an escape. once you reached the comet express and the dock was now in plain sight, the butterflies suddenly felt like a swarm of bees buzzing around and stinging every surface.

was it too late to suggest something else?

would it be okay to prolong the ride just a little bit longer?

he glanced over at you, taking in your cute smile and the little hums you would make as you mimicked the music you heard nearby.

he didn't want to wait anymore. he wanted you to be his. he wanted to sweep you off your feet and call you his girlfriend so absolutely no one else in the world could.

meanwhile, you were delighted in your own way. with soobin in his own little world, you were simply looking forward to sharing such a cute moment on the moonboat with him.

you couldn't help but to think it was a rather romantic suggestion, especially now that it was night time and all the boats were shining beautiful colors on the lake. you doubted it was his intention, but it still made your heart flutter at the thought nonetheless.

reaching the dock where the moon and ufo boats were waiting, you only had to wait just a few minutes before reaching the front, where soobin paid for the 20 minute ride and allowed the worker to escort you in ahead of him.

this was it.

everything soobin had planned has finally led him to the end of the night moment.

wanting to see your precious smile from excitement, he let you take full control of the boat settings to do whatever you pleased. after tucking snorlax in between the two of you in the seat, you then set the color of the boat to a beautiful shade of purple and used the arrow keys to start leading you around on the lake.

soobin's heart was swooning at the sound of your excited giggles, melting at every little thing you did and said while he connected his phone to play music for the two of you.

would it be too obvious to play a romantic song?

maybe too corny?

the second soobin noticed the song appear from his playlist, his heart flipped. it was all too perfect. the words, the voice, the melody, the meaning.

now playing: strawberry moon by IU

taking a deep breath, soobin locked his phone and put it away, now focusing his entire attention solely on you.

"it's so beautiful," you sighed happily, staring at all the other boats around you and the gorgeous lights shining from the park itself.

soobin agreed, but only because he was looking at you when he did. no other sight mattered to him. nothing else came close to how beautiful you were, with your eyes sparkling from all the different lights being reflected off of them.

"thank you for bringing me today, binnie! i had a lot of fun," you told him, finally looking over to meet his eyes.

the second you did, your breath hitched and your heart flipped entirely. he wasn't looking at you the same way he normally did, with his cute semi circle eyes and flashing dimples. no, this time was much more ... serious?

serious, but in a good way. at least, it felt like a good way. his gaze on you was soft, it practically made you melt into the seat. his small smile was so fond and gentle, for lack of a better word. almost like he was looking at something he deeply cared about.

but ... he was looking at you?

he was looking at you as if you had handpicked all the stars in the sky - the same stars now reflecting back to you in his eyes.

"y/n, can i tell you something?" his voice was low and calm, but it caused your heart to pound harder and louder in your chest. the music and noise from the park quickly became a muffled background, and all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart directly in your ears.

"yes, of course," you finally managed to say, though rather breathless.

without breaking eye contact, you felt his hand slowly trail along yours to intertwine them together once again. it felt as if he ignited a fire that started in your fingertips and traveled throughout the rest of your body.

time stood still. everything went quiet. all that either of you could hear was each other's breaths and the faint whisper of IU singing around you.

"y/n, i want you to know that i ... i really ...," soobin's words trailed off, his adoring gaze shifting from one of your eyes to the other as he soaked in just how beautiful you looked staring up at him.

meanwhile, your heart practically stopped beating. you couldn't even be sure if you were still breathing. every part of you was waiting.

you knew exactly what he was going to say, but you desperately needed to hear the words for yourself. you desperately needed to hear him confirm that everything you've ever felt for him was reciprocated and not just in your head.

"i really like you," soobin practically whispered, his following breath shaking from nerves.

there it is.

the words you never expected to ignite a show of fireworks in your heart, sparking every nerve to heat every inch of your body twice as much as before.

it was unbelievable how you never knew just how badly you needed to hear something until the words came out of his mouth.

"soobin," you spoke his name so softly, still at a lost for breath. "i really like you too."

though both your confessions were rather simple, it was enough. for you two, it was fitting. simple and easy, but meaning absolutely everything to one another.

soobin's free hand softly traced the shape of your cheek, allowing him to feel just how warm your face was to the touch as it turned a pretty light shade of pink.

his touch, though light, sent electricity running through the entirety of your face. you could only find yourself craving more.

with his fingers now tucked under your chin and his thumb lightly grazing your bottom lip, soobin's eyes flickered from your eyes, to your lips, and back again.

he was suddenly much closer to you now, though his lips still felt like they were miles away. your hearts were pounding in sync, and you could tell that he was still feeling just as nervous as you were.

"can i kiss you?"

"yes, please."

once the words escaped your lips and both your eyes fluttered shut, you half expected for soobin to roughly crash his lips against yours without any hesitation.

but that wasn't soobin.

instead, you were surprised.

his lips delicately brushed against yours before softly pressing closer. it started off as a precious little peck before his lips naturally parted, tilted his head, and deepened his kiss with you. it was slow, electrifying, and absolutely perfect.

it was so ... soobin.

your free hand instinctively reached out to grab the edge of his coat, yearning to pull him even closer to you. happily obliging, soobin's hand moved from under your chin to cradle your cheek and deepen his affection for you even further.

your lips practically fit together like a puzzle piece. connecting and moving together in sync, driving each other into a state of breathless euphoria.

soobin's forehead softly rested against yours as you both pulled away to finally catch your breath. simultaneously letting out small exhales of laughter, neither of you were able to think of any other way to express the absolute bliss you felt in that moment.

you had attempted to sit back, but soobin cutely shook his head and grinned as he leaned forward to follow you. "one more time," he whispered, earning cute giggles from you as he pecked tiny kisses all over your cheek before planting another kiss on your lips.

he had been waiting far too long for this moment, so he was planning to enjoy every second.

you didn't mind one bit. you wrapped both arms around his neck to keep him close, deepening the kiss with him even more than before.

when you first started working at c company, you had thought his father was absolutely crazy for suggesting something so bold as to set you up with the youngest member of his own family.

now here you were, just short of two months later, your lips slow dancing together with the ceo's son.

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okay, can i just say ... the ceo's son was originally supposed to be a oneshot. when i first wrote it, i had absolutely NO idea that anyone would enjoy it as it was - much less encourage me to turn it into a 9 PART SERIES. i'm seriously... i have no words. i appreciate EVERY single one of you that liked, replied, reblogged, and sent multiple asks complimenting me for something i truly started on a whim. i appreciate all of you more than you could possibly understand. all the comments and tags had ME giggling and on the verge of CRYING. i seriously got so emotional with all of your sweet words and support, which gave me all the courage i needed to continue writing and posting as soon as i could <33

i truly hope you all have thoroughly enjoyed this little series, and i genuinely wish i could have dragged it on for longer - but i didn't want to risk burning myself out trying to come up with more ideas. (i do have a little idea of a bonus part, but i'm going to wait on that for now).

but alas, the ceo's son has reached its end 🥹 soobin and y/n finally came together as they were meant to be, with only a few hiccups along the way. i'm gonna miss these two kids, they were so dumb and adorable, i seriously loved writing them together. BUT, the good news is, i already have a TON more ideas i want to work on for other members (hehe peek the masterlist for a preview of what's on the way) and i really really hope that you all will continue to stay tuned and support me 🫶

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The Quiet Part

(I'd like to apologize to anyone I have ever judged for writing side fics while the big stuff languishes cuz, uhhh.)

Summary: An injury brings Crosshair back to Kamino.

Words: 1,101

Warnings: medical inaccuracies, as per usual

Medbay, Tipoca City, Kamino

Crosshair slowly pulled free from the embrace of the anesthesia, opening his eyes to take in the familiar white walls of the Tipoca City medbay. Someone was bustling around the bed behind him. A med droid walked down the aisle at his feet. When he turned his head, he saw Senna, back turned to him as she typed at the rolling desk beside his bed. The doctor turned at the sound of Crosshair shifting against the sheets. He watched a gentle smile spread across her face, an unfamiliar warmth filling his chest.

Senna stood from her stool to sit on the edge of Crosshair's bed, smiling as the sniper looked up at her with strangely soft eyes. “How do you feel, dear?”

Crosshair blinked slowly, brow furrowing slightly as he seemed to digest the complex question. “Fine.” His voice was rough from sleep.

“That’s good.” Senna brushed his hair into place. “Everything went well. You should be back up in a couple days.”

“Okay.” A moment passed while he gazed up at her, as if seeing her for the first time. “Sen?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You’re really pretty.”

Senna’s eyes widened in surprise before crinkling at the edges. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She chuckled as she brushed his hair again and Crosshair leaned into her hand. “Somebody’s still a little loopy from the anesthesia, huh?”

“Nooo,” Crosshair sighed, eyelids beginning to droop. “You’re the prettiest girl I know.”

Senna leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I think you’re pretty too," she whispered. She bit back a laugh as the sniper smiled, eyes closed.

“When I’m better, we should get married. That’d be nice.” Crosshair missed the look of shock on the doctor’s face, drifting off to the bright sound of her laughter.

Three days later, Crosshair was sitting on an exam table in his fatigues as Senna gave him a final scan. The others would be back to pick him up in six hours and he couldn’t wait to get out of here. A fractured clavicle had landed him back on Kamino after he’d had to wade into a fight to save Tech’s distracted ass from a B2. The clanker’s arm had come down on Crosshair’s shoulder, cleanly snapping the bone and almost causing him to faint from the burst of white hot pain. The rest of the Batch had dropped him off here for surgery, then been redeployed while Crosshair recovered. He gritted his teeth at the memory of Wrecker's cheery, "Get well soon!"

Senna hummed in satisfaction as the readings came up on her monitor. “Everything looks good, dear. I’m marking you fit for duty.”

“Thank kriff,” the sniper sighed, ready to get back into his armor. He lowered himself from the table, trying to ignore the lingering twinge in his collarbone that was further clouding his mood. He hated being trapped here, even with Senna’s company, while the others were out there, no doubt getting into trouble without him. In his periphery, Bern and another medic, Jib or something, Crosshair remembered him vaguely from just before he was sedated, entered the room. Their conversation stopped as they saw Crosshair.

“Glad to see you back up, loverboy.”

Crosshair’s head swung to pin the man with a venomous glare. “What?”

The vaguely familiar medic winked. “Don’t worry about it. We all think the doc’s pretty, don’t we, Bern?” Crosshair heard Senna snort behind him.

Bern gave the other medic a look of disdain, his sense of professionalism, or maybe irritation with his coworker, overcoming his longtime feud with the surly sniper. He picked up the tray of instruments that he’d come for, shoving them into the other man’s chest. “I think you have something better to be doing than antagonizing patients, Jab.”

“You’re right, I need to be working on my proposal if I want to live up to his.”

Senna shook her head at the medic as he practically waltzed from the room, loudly humming an offkey love song. Bern threw an apologetic look over his shoulder as he followed.

“Don’t mind Jab, dear,” she said, turning back to Crosshair, “he’s just…” The doctor trailed off as she took in his look of dull horror. “Cross?”

Crosshair blinked twice, deep red beginning to creep up his ears, before he turned on his heel and stalked from the medbay.

“Cross?” Senna sighed as she stood at the door of the Batch's barracks. Her shift had just ended and Crosshair's brothers were due to pick him up in thirty minutes. She knocked again, then pressed the buzzer. “Can I please come in?” When there was still no response, Senna frowned. "Crosshair, I am coming in." She used her override code to open the door and stepped down into the darkened room, crossing her arms in irritation.

The sniper was seated on his bunk, back in his armor, kit beside him like a traveler waiting at a space dock. Senna's brows lifted at his glower. “You alright?”

She watched him slowly grind his toothpick between his teeth. “What exactly did I say?”

Senna lowered her hands with a sigh, trying not to smile at the memory as she crossed the room to join him on the bed. “Nothing too bad. You told me I was pretty.” She chuckled. “The prettiest girl you know.”

“Has no one ever told you that before?” the sniper grumbled, refusing to look at her.

“Hmm, once or twice. And, like Jab said, you did say we should get married. ‘It’d be nice’,” she couldn’t resist deepening her voice as she quoted him.

Crosshair’s ears were turning red again. He shifted uncomfortably. “People say stupid shit when they’re on drugs,” he mumbled.

Senna softened at his embarrassment. “Oh, I’ve had plenty of medbay proposals, dear. I just wasn’t expecting one from you.”

There was a long pause while the sniper seemed intent on the scribbles in his brother’s bunk across the room. “What did you say?”

Senna's eyebrows lifted slightly as she considered her folded hands. “That I’d think about it. That you might feel a little differently about it later.” She watched Crosshair fondly as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Just a little.”

The urge to tease him was too strong. “There is a recording, you know, if you ever want to watch it.”

Crosshair glanced at her and grimaced, the line beside his nose deepening as his lip pulled back. “What, and stew in my humiliation? No, thanks.”

Senna chuckled. “Is it so humiliating to tell someone that you love them?” She grinned as Crosshair rolled his eyes. He finally pulled his toothpick from his mouth and faced her.

“Next time, I’m going in unsedated. No pain could be worse than this.”

The doctor laughed as she rose to kiss his cheek. “Next time, Mister Dramatic, you should just duck.”

#star wars the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfiction #star wars oc #tbb crosshair #dr divehdi #the little moment writes

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sailortongue · 2 years

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Jobs with the Haikyuu boys

includes: Bokuto Koutarou, Suna Rintarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi

genre: fluff

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Build-a-Bear Bokuto

a summer job wasn’t how you wanted to spend your break from school

but bokuto koutarou working in the store across from you is certainly a plus

you frequently get distracted bc you’re much more interested in watching him interact with the kids than selling bath and body products to customers

this boy has your entire heart

it’s so obvious that he loves what he does

he gets so excited to make the stuffies “come alive”

your favorite days tho are the ones where he comes in to buy perfume to spray for the kids’ stuffies

he’s so precious

y’all share your lunch breaks together <3

You’d just finished directing a customer to a specific scent when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and found yourself standing in front of the ace and captain of your school’s volleyball team.

“Oh, hey, Bokuto. Need more perfume already?” You could feel your face redden just by talking to him. You’d been crushing on him since the first time you attended one of his games.

He chuckled, “Yeah, it actually seems pretty popular. Can you get the one I bought last time?” He looked so hopeful, as if you would say no. 1. How could anyone say no to him? And 2. It was literally your job.

“Of course, of course.” You immediately knew which one he wanted. You’d been the one to recommend it, afterall. Kids tend to like sweeter things and there was no sweeter scent than vanilla sugar. He brightened up immediately that you remembered the one he was talking about. It was on brand for Bokuto to not know the name of the scent he sprayed numerous times a day. You couldn’t lie though, you were kinda glad about it because it meant he had to talk to you.

He beamed when you had successfully navigated through the crowded store to the shelf with what he wanted. “Yes! Thank you so much, Yn!” He plucked one off the shelf before engulfing you in a hug and making his way to the register.

You didn’t see Bokuto again until your usual lunch meetup in the mall food court. He was running late, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary so you decided to go ahead and order your food. The food court didn’t have terribly many options, but a new Thai place had just opened so you figured you’d give it a shot.

You were already halfway through your meal by the time Bokuto ran up to your table huffing and puffing. You didn’t even get to greet him before he was shoving a large blue and white box into your hands. “Open it!” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, positively giddy.

You giggled, “Okay, okay, I’m opening it!”

When you finally got the box open, you pulled out an owl plushie that smelled distinctly of vanilla. You gasped, “Oh, Bokuto, I love it! It’s so cute!”

“There’s more. Uhhh, I think it’s somewhere in the chest? Just squeeze until you find it, okay?”

You were confused what he could mean, but did as he instructed anyway. You eventually found out when you squeezed something hard and a recording of Bokuto’s voice came from the little plushy.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

——————

Movie Theater Suna

now that school was out you could finally look for a job to earn a bit of cash

lucky for you the local movie that was hiring

super lucky for you, you’ll be working with the one and only suna rintarou

the heartthrob from math class and middle blocker on the boys vball team

it’s a super easy job

all you have to do is check tickets before people walk into their respective rooms

it doesn’t take two people but you were paired up anyway

not that you were complaining

“Nah, you don’t need to show your tickets,” said Suna, waving the pair into the hall to continue to their movie.

You turned to him. “You need to do your job,” you deadpanned.

“Oh come on, the guy upfront tears the ticket when people walk in. You can’t even get this far without one, so what’s the point?”

He wasn’t wrong and all you could do was grumble in response. You wanted to smack that smug look off of his prettyboy face.

“SUNA!”

The boy in question didn’t even have to look over to know who that was. He groaned but otherwise ignored the loud-mouthed blond.

“Hey, Suna,” greeted Kita. Suna said hey back, which apparently deeply offended Atsumu.

“How come ya said hey to him and not me?!”

“Because I actually like Kita,” answered Suna, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You cracked up at the quip from Suna, earning the attention of his teammates.

“You’re Yn, I presume?” asked Kita. You nodded.

Osamu joined the conversation, “Suna’s told us a lot about ya. Can’t seem to shut up about his pretty coworker. It was cute at first, but it’s beginning to get annoying.”

“Shut up, ‘Samu!” shouted a red-faced, embarrassed Suna, reaching over to hit Osamu over the back of the head.

“Yeah, Suna, when are ya gonna ask her out?” teased Atsumu, eager to tease Suna with his brother. “If you don’t, I might.” He winked at you, glancing at Suna to make sure he saw.

“Don’t you dare! What girl in her right mind would go out with you anyway? Yn’s smarter than that.”

“Hey! Plenty of girls are interested in me, thank ya very much!”

“Well, then, lay off Yn and ask one of them.” Suna was scowling now, not at all amused at being teased instead of being the teaser. It seems like Suna had completely forgotten that you were still there, listening to the whole conversation.

Kita whispered into your ear, “This is probably as close to a confession as you’ll get from Suna, even if it’s not direct. Hope it’s not too personal, but how do you feel about him?”

You whispered back, “I wouldn’t be opposed to going out with him. In fact, I think I’d quite enjoy it.”

Kita chuckled, “Y’heard that, Suna?”

Suna looked over from berating the twins, “Heard what?”

“Nothin’. Come on, guys, or we’ll miss the movie.” Kita said, beginning to walk away with the twins following.

It wasn’t until they disappeared into the theater that Suna spoke to you, but he avoided eye contact all the while. “Hey, save me some embarrassment and forget what they said, okay?”

You frowned. “So, you don’t wanna go out to eat with me? Maybe next Saturday?”

His head snapped up, a smirk growing on his handsome face, “You asking me out?”

A smile mirroring his slowly appeared on your face and that was enough for him. “I always imagined how I’d ask you out. Never thought you'd be the one to ask me.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yeah, that’s a yes.”

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Bus Boy Ushi

being a waitress sucks

but getting to see ushijima wakatoshi’s muscles flex when he wipes down tables?

um, yes? hello? mans is fOINE and he doesn't even know it smh

it's been both a blessing and a curse

on one hand, you get to see him almost everyday

on the other, you've gotten in trouble with your boss more than once for getting distracted

little do you know but ushi has the same problem with you

You were taking an older couple’s order when you saw your coworker and classmate in your peripheral cleaning off a nearby table. You swear you didn’t mean to, but you stopped paying attention to the woman’s order to watch Ushijima do his job. It wasn’t until Ushijima was carrying the dishes back to the kitchen that you turned back to see the old woman giving you a knowing look. You were absolutely mortified and began apologizing profusely. She laughed and waved them off. “It’s okay, dear. That’s one good looking man.” You saw her husband give her a pointed look but she ignored him and continued, lowering her voice, “And between you and me, I saw him looking at you on his way to that table over there. I think he likes you, too.”

If your face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. Not only were you caught practically drooling over your coworker, but this sweet old lady was teasing you about it.

You finished taking the table’s order and brought it to the kitchen. You were quickly directed to the next table that had yet to be attended to. A table full of rowdy boys. Great, this was exactly what you wanted to deal with today. You recognized a few of them as members of the basketball team. You took a deep breath and steeled yourself. You weren’t even at the table yet and you could hear their conversation. Something about taking the spotlight from the volleyball team. As if that was ever gonna happen. Academics aside, the volleyball team was Shiratorizawa’s pride and joy.

You wasted no time when you got to the table. You wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Hi, I’m Yn, and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I start y’all off with any drinks or appetizers?” You took each of their orders, not missing the way one of them was eyeing you. Disgusting. Not that you had a leg to stand on. You basically did the same thing to Ushijima.

You walked briskly back to the kitchen, eager to get far away from that table. But alas, you had to serve them until they left. When you returned with their drinks, you could feel the creep’s eyes on your chest when you leaned across the table to place a drink down. God, they couldn’t leave fast enough. All you could do was grin and bear it.

“Do you know what you would like to order or do you need more time?”

“Well, that depends, are you on the menu?”

You were taken aback, not expecting such a brazen attempt at flirting. You might have been too worried about losing your job to make a scene, but Ushijima, who had been bussing a table nearby, was not.

His deep baritone came from behind you, “Apologize. Now.”

You recalled the table’s conversation from earlier. So the fact that Ushijima was both ace and captain of the volleyball team was sure to make things worse.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Ushiwaka.”

“Well, I’m talking to you. Apologize to her. She’s obviously uncomfortable because of you. Flirting won’t get you a discount or her number. So order your food and leave.”

“Are y’all dating or something?”

“Yes.”

You blanched. Not in a million years did you ever think you would hear Ushijima call you his girlfriend. The guy scoffed before getting out of the booth and storming out of the restaurant. His teammates followed after him, but they actually had the decency to pay for their drinks. A few of them left a sizable tip as a way of apologizing for the trouble.

After they left, Ushijima asked if you were okay. You were fine thanks to him. It seems the old lady was right about Ushijima liking you because he asked if you’d like to date him for real. You were absolutely ecstatic.

Your boss, however, was fed up with both you and Ushijima, but that was fine. You may have lost your job that day, but you gained a boyfriend. Your first date was him taking you out for ice cream because he blamed himself for you losing your job.

#bokuto x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto koutarou #suna rintarō #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu x reader

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alphawolfstabs · 5 months

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Hiii I'm back for more LoomHousen because KHBISBDIHZ

I actually told my girlfriend about this fic, and she really loved the plot (We're both down bad for Doug Van Housen haha) so now I have even more questions!!! Here, have a list!

- How did Billy end up in a totally different dimension? Have an idea or is it a total mystery?

- Why would Billy end up in the Animal Room?

- What is the mark on Housen's jaw? A scar? Did I miss it in the movie, or is it something you added?

(Billy asked so many interesting questions that are never answered, so I'm asking them for him lmao)

- So, who does Doug curse? Mommy, daddy, or..? What was supposed to be after the "or"??

- How many people experienced Doug? And most importantly, will Billy be lucky enough — or unlucky — to experience him? In one way or another (👀)

- basically, will my two favorite boys kiss in the future?

- Will there be a future?! Are you planning on making another chapter? (If yes, there are obviously questions you don't have to answer to if you don't want to spoil the rest of the story!)

- Stu! What about Stu? Did Stu notice that Billy is gone? Will Billy mention Stu to Doug? Is Stu real, or is Woodsboro just a dream?! Or the other way around, is Doug real or is this all just a nightmare Billy will soon wake up from?!! Will Billy see Stu again?!! Too many questions involving my boy Stu!

I probably have more, but that's already a lot more than I thought- Thank you for answering last time, and I hope you'll have fun with all those new questions, because I sure can read more about this fic for hours without getting bored!

Have an amazing day/night, and thank you for feeding my new hyperfixation!

HELLO HIII!!

I’m very very glad you’ve enjoyed it and have shared it!! I got my Boyfriend to watch Animal Room and we came up with the crackship together, so it’s very special and very dear in my heart. I started it not thinking other people would like it but it’s SOOO much fun chatting with you, Anon!! Now! Questions, list will be in order of the question <3

• how did Billy end up there? Good question. I’d like to say, he somehow was teleported there, him and his ‘family’. So his dad exists here too. Who teleported him and why? No clue for that one, but yeah- the magic of teleportation

• Billy ended up in Animal Room specifically because I wanted him to be able to see Another Matt Lilly character, someone similar to Stu but darker, more in control. Because Doug wouldn’t let Billy be in charge, And I like the idea of Billy losing his control and just not having a good time in any way, shape, or form.

• THE SCAAAAR! That’s something I added. Canonically he does have Eyebrow Scars, but the Jaw scar is something I added that will be talked about In The near future.

• so in the fic, when Billy say “mom? Dad? Or-” and then gets decked [he got punched right? I can’t remember and I wrote it uhhh whoops-] he asks it purely to piss off Doug. He was going to say “Or perhaps it’s both of them.”

Who does Doug curse? In this fic, I’m gonna go with Doug cursed both his parents. This is purely based off the misfits scene when he’s about to sandpaper the ground [teehee ya get it?-], Will be more in depth in the near future

• Who I think have Experienced Doug, Is his little gang and Billy. Now, I would say Billy has somewhat Experienced more of Doug than the others, from the bathroom scene when something flickers across Doug’s face but it’s unreadable. Also, Billy will be experiencing him in more ways than one

• YES! They absolutely will! I need them too, so yes, it’ll happen. Promise

• As soon as I get done with my Animosity Stuilly Fic, I will be Updating The Vexation one, so that will be happening super soon I promise!

• Oh Stu Stu Stu.. I’d imagine in the Scream timeline Stu does notice, but no one else does. It’s like- The only people who’ve taken Notice to Billy’s sudden appearance OR absence, is Doug and Stu. Everyone else seems unphased. Like he’s always been there/been gone.

If Billy were to see Stu again, it would have to be at the very end of the Fic, but I’m gonna play it safe and Say both Doug and Stu are real. Woodsboro is real- it’s all very real.

Im glad you enjoy my writing!! Makes me very happy to hear! Let me know what you think of my answers and as always, I will answer more questions HEHEHFKEBF I like talking about my crackship a lot 🩵‼️

Good day/night Sweet Anon

#billy loomis #scream #scream 1996 #douglas van housen #doug van housen #animal room 1995 #LoomHousen #anon asks #asks #I LOVE THEM LOTS

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snwusberry · 2 years

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「 best friend 」

pairing: yeonjun x reader

warning(s): eating/food is mentioned, language.

genre: fluff

| Y/N |

"you're watching winx club again?" the voice of none other than yeonjun says in that judgemental tone of his.

"it's my comfort show." i tell him as he plops down next to me and starts watching it with me.

he always does this. he'll say whatever i'm watching is ass but then he'll watch it and start asking questions about what's going on. don't let that fool you, he'll say it's boring and that he's not interested. that's how he knows the whole plot of h2o.

"aww wait so she had to sacrifice herself?"

"yeonjun, just re-watch the whole season."

"nah im good thanks. i'd get bored." i roll my eyes at him. he clearly won't but i won't fight it.

"then stop asking questions."

"fine."

...

"why is it so hard for her to earn her enchantix?"

"yeonjun i swear to god."

he mumbles a small "sorry" before standing up to do whatever.

he returns to the living room with his phone and asks what i want for dinner. he's ordering takeout which he literally lives off of.

"uhhh...just order pizza, i don't fucking know."

he nods and walks off while i continue watching tv.

...

"DINNER IS HERE!!" his loud ass announces, bringing the two boxes of pizza.

there's no other way i'd wanna spend my saturday evening.

we've been friends since 10th grade when i came into the school all new, not knowing a single person. he saw how pathetic i looked sitting all alone everywhere i was so in pe he picked me to be his partner for the paired obstacle course. he just started talking to me randomly since then until he introduced me to his other friends and i just hung out with them everyday since then.

and now here we are in my apartment which he practically lives in. wherever he is, i'm there too and vice versa.

i remember one time he threw down shots of straight gin like he was drinking water and i had to nurse him after he threw up in the bathroom of some person's house we didn't even know. you can thank wooyoung for that. i guess you can say i've truly seen him at his worst, and lowest moments. of course i'm gonna stick by him through every moment.

"you know, i have an idea." yeonjun suddenly blurts out. i turn my attention to whatever he has to say, nodding my head to urge him to continue. "since my love life sucks, and your's is non-existent-"

i smack his forehead. well it's true, i've got no love life at all in the slightest bit. "mine might be non-existent but at least i never had a sam to deal with."

"hey, we don't mention them. that was horror." he pouted.

"you're telling me that. they were literally the worst. but love is blind i guess."

"haha, can i continue?" he deadpans and i motion for him to continue proposing his idea since i stuffed my face full. "you've got sauce all over your face."

he grabs a napkin and hands it to me. "thank you. go on"

"right. so let's say by like, 32, if we're both still single by then, then we should just marry each other."

i damn near choke. he said marry? "are you seriously proposing a marriage pact?" he nods his head.

"think about it, i'm not planning on ever leaving your side, like ever."

"damn right you won't, who else will be my equally sick inside the head other half?" i joke and he throws his head so fast and far back in laughter, damn near breaking his neck.

"and also, we're already soul mates anyway." he adds with a wide smile on his face.

ahh yes. we were labeled platonic soul mates by another one of our friends because of how close we had gotten in 12th grade. we knew each other so well already by then because we were practically attached by the hip.

"sure. i mean it's very likely that i'll still be single by then since i hate everyone. including you of course." he laughs before shaking his head

"yeah keep telling yourself that."

"you're right. i hate everyone except you. be honored."

"i am."

we continue eating while watching winx club together.

there's never a dull moment with him and i'm so glad to have him as my best friend.

another note: i'm trying to be as inclusive as possible to everyone for my one shots seeing that they are all x reader and you never know who's reading this so unless the mc is named, all of my one shots won't specify anything with regard to the reader.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi yeonjun txt #yeonjun txt #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun imagines #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun fluff #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together

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mysticmermaid108 · 5 months

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Little writing bit I came up with, feel free to reply

It was another day at his Dad’s boring office. “Jaxson?” Abel, the partner at his Dad’s big company, asked as 18 year old Jaxson was playing his Gameboy. He immediately rolled his eyes. “What?”

“You like video games, right?” Abel asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure I guess.” Jaxson replied with a shrug.

“You wanna try a new one the company’s been working on? It’s a great one!”

Jaxson thought about it. He was really bored might as well.

He was led into a room with just an old looking computer on a desk and a rusty VR headset.

“Uhhh, a weird pair of goggles?”

“No, it’s virtual reality! A new game we’ve been working on, I think you’ll like it!”

Jaxson set the game up on the computer.

“The Amazing Digital Circus? Sounds kinda lame and cheesy. Something a 9 year old would play. “

“Oh come on, I’ll sure you love it! You’re bored anyway, right? Don’t you wanna *try something new*?” Abel asked, with an odd tone of excitement.

Jaxson shrugged. “Eh, why not.”

As he hit start and put the goggles on, suddenly…..

*Everything went black. Immediately.*

As he opened his eyes, a strange character with a head that was only teeth and eyes appeared in front of him.

“Ah, a new member of the circus! Welcome friend!” The character exclaimed.

He looked around, confused and slightly worried. “Wh…where am I? What’s happening?”

“Well, you my friend have stumbled upon a world of wonder and amazement!”

“No, I put on a headset and I’m here now….”

Suddenly, as he rubbed the immense pain in his head trying to get it to go away, he looked down to see his….

Weirdly cartoonish yellow gloved hands.

“Uh…..what the *HONK* is happening?!”

He suddenly looked confused as a certain word he exclaimed got replaced with a honk noise.

“Ah, we don’t use any of that foul language here!”

He stood up, finally, and looked this weird guy in the face.

“Who even are you?!

“Well, I’m your ringmaster, Caine!”

Now he looked even more confused.

“What’s your name friend?”

Caine asked.

He looked a bit panicked.

“My name is….uh…..UH…..I don’t….know.”

“Ah yes, the one thing I don’t have control over, your strange human minds. What do you want your new name to be?”

He thought for a moment. He had to make a new name now?

“Well, what about something short and cool, easy to remember. *Jax*. I like that one.”

“Well then, welcome Jax! Glad to have you, let me show you your living quarters!”

As he led him down a hallway of doors, one with a purple rabbit that had yellow eyes and teeth was where they stopped. “Here you go!” Caine said.

Jax looked confused and raised a brow. “Uh…who is that? On the door?”

“Why, Jax….*that’s you.*

Jax found a mirror nearby and walked over to it.

Huh.

Purple rabbit, yellow eyes and teeth.

This was going to be interesting…

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus Jax #Jax tadc #writing

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los-ninos-tortugas · 1 year

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Wait hang on I’m having soft feelings about Janeway bringing Donnie to the holodeck and showing him the Da Vinci simulation.

Idk how exactly they get there, maybe it’s becoming a bit more obvious that Donnie is getting restless, maybe he’s been spotted messing around in engineering or the jeffries tubes more than he’s strictly allowed to be, maybe he’s just been a bit more irritable with people around the ship, or maybe it’s because Janeway heard him in the mess hall complaining that a lot of the “kids” programs they have queued up on the holodeck currently steer a lot younger than he is.

(hey, he’ll gladly go with Naomi if she asks him to, but sometimes he wants something to do in there but whenever he looks at the program catalog he gets overwhelmed by the sheer number of options and can’t pick anything)

And Janeway can’t help but recall an encounter with a young, future helmsman (that either he doesn’t remember or just doesn’t want to admit he does) that helped keep a lid on the potential chaos that a very bored young man can get up to. And it’s no secret that Donatello’s interests skewed toward more cerebral subjects. She has the perfect program to show him.

Sam is a little surprised when the captain arrives at their quarters, but not so much. It’s sometime in the midafternoon by the ship’s internal clocks, and Voyager hasn’t had much need for extra repairs or maintenance lately, so there’s a bit of lull in crew activity right about now. There’s less that the captain needs to actively keep a watch over so long as Tom doesn’t fly them into some other anomaly this week.

And when Naomi was younger it wasn’t so uncommon that the captain would stop by to play with her or just check in on how Sam was doing. She cared about her crew like that. But she didn’t come quite as often as late, but Sam has a suspicion that her new ward is probably the reason for this impromptu visit.

“Is Donatello here with you right now?” Ah, she knew it.

“He’s back in his and Naomi’s room,” she said as she stepped aside to let the captain in.

“Do you mind if I borrow him for a little while?” Janeway asked.

“Not at all,” Sam replied. “Just let me tell him you’re coming in, I think he might be taking apart and rebuilding another data pad in there.” And Sam walked into the back of the quarters to retrieve Donnie.

At least he puts the data pads back together, Kathryn thought. Still wish I’d thought of this sooner, though.

Sam came back out a moment later, and with a mouthed “ok,” waved Kathryn into the kids’ room.

Donatello sat in the desk chair, he rapped his knuckles agains his knees. He made a slightly humorous image, sat in a chair that was just slightly too small to accommodate his height and gangly teenage limbs. It was originally just Naomi’s desk and chair after all, but now the two had to share.

Naomi herself was currently nowhere to be seen, but that probably meant she was either with Neelix or Seven of Nine.

“Hi, captain,” Donatello said meekly. It pains Kathryn that he’s still so nervous around her, but hopefully today she can fix that.

“Good afternoon, Donatello,” she greeted warmly. “Are you doing alright today?”

“I’m, uhhh….” He glanced furtively at the remains of the data pad on the desk, she wasn’t quite sure if he was in the taking apart or putting back together stage. “I’m doing okay today,” he started to tug at his sleeves. He pulled them over his hands and rolled them back again.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, because if you don’t mind coming with me, there’s something I’d like to show you.” She let fondness deep into her tone, she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea and think he was in trouble.

“Ooookay?” He raised one drawn-on-eyebrow (okay she can’t help but think that is actually a bit funny, what a peculiar habit to have. But it does make him easier to read).

She offers him her hand and helps pull him upright out of the too short chair. They wave goodbye to Samantha on their way out, and Kathryn starts leading Donatello towards the holodeck.

They walk in (what Kathryn hopes is) companionable silence. All that is heard is the barely audible swoosh swoosh of Donatello's pants and the clicking of her boots down the hall.

Upon arrival to the holodeck, Donatello once again raises his brow in mild curiosity. "Captain, no offense, but I've been to the holodeck before."

She chuckles, "Yes, I am aware of that, Donatello," she says good-naturedly. "I am also aware that most boys your age have well outgrown The Adventures of Flotter at this point, yes?"

Donnie shrugs noncommitally. He had never grown up with those stories to begin with, but he's not about to argue semantics right now. "I suppose," he finally said. "Naomi likes them, and I like Naomi, so...."

She chuckles again, and leans against the wall casually like she isn't both the coolest and most intimidating person Donnie has ever met. And he knows April O'Neil, so that's saying something.

"I suppose that's fair, but still, it can't hurt to branch out," Captain Janeway's face took on a more sober expression, and Donnie started to fidget with his sleeves again. "There's a place I like to go to when I'm feeling particularly stressed, or stuck on a problem, or too bogged down in my own thoughts.

Now, I think what you're dealing with is a little bit different, but I still think that this might help, and I want you to feel free to come here whenever you need to. Computer, load holodeck program "Janeway 7."

The computer responded with a chime and the archway opened. Captain Janeway waved him inside.

Donnie isn't sure what he expected, but he doesn't think it was this. There's a pleasant warmth in the air as (artificial) sunlight filters in through open windows, illuminating a stone room that seems to be some sort of workshop of all things. That is, if all the tools, design sketches, and half built inventions laying about are any indication. But amongst the various engineering projects there's also a myriad of half completed sculptures, drawings, and paintings strewn all throughout the shop in a sort of organized chaos.

Donnie steps through the workspace carefully, looking over everything as he goes. In the back of his mind he remembers that none of it is real. It's all a holographic hard light projection, but it's a very detailed one. He can't help but be fascinated. He's so enthralled that he starts when a deep, boisterous voice suddenly shouts,

"Katerina!"

Donnie looks up to see a white-bearded man descending the stairs of the workshop, a big grin splashed across his face.

"Katerina, it has been too long! Too long since you last visited me," the old man said. He had a thick Italian accent. "You know, I almost considered finally going off to France for good this time. The King has been sending me letters non-stop, begging me to come to court." The old man had been so focused on Captain Janeway, that it took a moment for his eyes to actually alight on Donnie.

"Ah, I see you have brought another strange friend with you, is he another "Scandinavian" like your friend, Tuvok, or does this young man hail from some other foreign shore?" He asked, looking Donnie up and down with an appraising eye.

"Maestro," Captain Janeway starts, "This is Donatello, he... has recently come to be under my care, he is also a student of the sciences." Bit of an understatement but Donnie will take it. If the Captain takes this holodeck character to be some sort of mentor figure, then he must be pretty impressive himself.

"Ah, well then it is very good to meet you, Donatello," the old man says jovially.

"It's nice to meet you too, Maestro...?" Donnie trails off.

"Ah! Of course, I have forgotten my hospitality. You may call Leonardo da Vinci."

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aras have you seen the Joan of Arc outfit yet

I HAVE NOW KSKDKLEODJ DKDOEOL I AM GOING RVEN MORE INSANE GOING TO WATCH THE STREAM NOW

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3000 posts!

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My #1 post of 2022

I love the energy and all and I don’t want to offend but as a Muslim girl i can tell you that it is literally haram to identify as anything other than your god given gender. Like I’m not trying to be rude and I’m glad that there a respectful supportive people out there but if you’re looking at the Quran and other islamic book you’ll find stories about how its considered haram. Accepting the islam religion means accepting everything and dedicating yourself to it you can’t just pick and choose.

omg my first anon hate hahaha

i know im not obligated to answer hate but im going to anyway bcuz of i have things to say (sparkle emoji) (im on pc and dont have the energy to find an emoji keyboard)

okay first of all nowhere did i say that I identify as Muslim. i get that it was ambiguous tho so its cool. to clarify,, I am personally not Muslim but I kind of have to act like one so I don't get kicked to the streets or some shit lol and maybe I'm a bit of a coward idkkk but anyways

I would be interested to know what other Islamic books ur talking about btw, but I'm pretty sure the quran doesn't mention being trans anywhere at all. in fact I'm pretty certain, I've read it multiple times with translation and commentary interpretations and anyway being trans wasn't really a 'known' thing back then? bcuz obviously patriarchy and gender roles n segregation blah blah was wayyyy more yk. shit I forgot the word. uhhh yk like prevalent?? ofc the quran does mention a shitton about gender roles,, so yk men r the breadwinners, women raise the kids and keep house and be good wives etc. and also remember the big important fact:: GENDER AND SEX R DIFFERENT THINGS!!! meaning technically u cant be 'born' a gender (omfg my keyboard hates me imagine a question mark here) ur born with certain genitals and society assigns u a gender based on that . sounds a bit fucked when u put it like that actually but anyway back when the quran was being revealed this wasn't a known thing cuz yk they didn't have studies on this stuff,, and yea ur probably gonna say 'but the quran came from allah and he knows everything' well the fact of the matter is he either forgot or smth idk I don't speak for God but trans people definitely exist that's a fact we know so yeah. oh I should come back to my point which was, even with the quran saying those things about what ur supposed to do based on whats in ur pants which is crazy outdated anyway it doesn't take gender ≠ sex into consideration either soo ye that's the most it could've said about being trans and that not very valid anymore rip and that's not even mentioning non-binary people

and anyway Islam is literally all about acceptance and respect and everything so idk it would probably be better if u didn't go around telling ppl they're 'literally haram' for being trans or gay or any typa queer bcuz its literally not our choice (insert question marks) believe me I would fucking love to be comfortable in my 'female' body but I cant no matter how much I try to force myself so I'm sorry dude. no one would choose to be stuck in a situation like this. personally, I believe Islam needs a super massive reformation. well not Islam exactly, but a lot of things said in the quran r outdated wildly now, while a lot of it will also always be relevant, eg. everyone being equal and yk give to the poor etc. i have absolutely nothing against Muslims (I have it against my family for being so forceful about religion - different thing) yall r super cool and ik being a Muslim girl isn't easy believe me, but genuinely seeing Muslim people around and yk, just existing in wider society outside of Islamic spaces makes me feel so proud of where I came from even if its not been the best experience. have u seen the show We are Lady Parts (question mark) its about an all female Muslim punk band and there's only six episodes I literally watched it all today but the message of it is what I'm trying to get to you. u don't have to be the perfect pious wife to be considered a 'good Muslim',, there are so many ways u can show faith. you don't have to be a big strong man who can handle all pain with ease while single-handedly providing for a family either.

anyways peace out that sure was a journey lol and I definitely have forgot some of the things I wanted to say but yea that's all don't forget to like and subscribe <3

(colours r to make it easier to read for people with shorter attention spans,, they don't have any other significance)

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 1 year

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Spewart, how long have you been trans, if you don't mind me asking?

Spewart: "Um... that's a complicated question. It was a slow transition that lasted multiple years, and went by in stages. Uh... how do I explain it..."

"Well, it all started when I was around six or seven. We were in the foster care system for quite a while. At the time, we had just moved into a home, which had, of course, the four of us bunnies, and three boys the parents already adopted. Since Hariet and I were the only two girls, when we all played together, we pretended to be boys. Like... playing pretend. It was just a joke we had. But even when we moved out of that foster home, I still liked pretending to be "one of the boys." Whenever we played games or anything, I would have everyone call me Stewart. It became somewhat of a nick-name for me. Hariet didn't use her boy name much after we left that foster home, though..."

Hariet: "My nick-name was Fernando!" *Snickers*

Spewart: "Every time us kids would play any game together, I would use the name. Every. Single. Time. Even if it was just tag or something. One night, when I was maybe nine years old, I got an idea. I... never told anyone, because it sounded ridiculous, and I wasn't sure how to explain it... but I thought about it a lot. Then one night, I stayed up late with my foster parents, watching an adult TV show; I don't remember exactly what it was... but that night, I learned a new word. "Transgender.""

"Once I knew the word, I began doing some research in my free time. I still didn't tell anyone... but I had continued thinking about it for years. I...... I knew that this was what I wanted. Soon, we moved to a different foster home, which was on Yoshi's Island. Eventually, I built up my courage, gathered my family, and I told them. I wanted to be male. It was one of the most... tricky and nerve-racking things to explain in my life... but thankfully, my siblings were completely supportive of me, and my foster parents were perfectly fine with that! So-"

Topper: "-Something you should know about Yoshi's Island! It has a very low population, very low amounts of authorities, and VERY low legal ages for stuff, if any at all. A ton of kids will go there to "legally" do dumb stuff. Legal drinking age? 13. Age to drive? 9. Age of consent? 11. Age to buy tobacco products? There is none! Age to-"

Rango: "AS SPEWART WAS SAYING!!!"

Topper: "Oh, right, sorry to interrupt!"

Spewart: "It's okay! Um... Topper is right. Very low legal ages. The minimum age to get surgeries, extreme medical procedures, and other stuff like that is ten. I was twelve at the time. So... a few weeks later, I got my phalloplasty done."

Hariet: "Some people might not know what that means. Can you explain it, just in case?" (:3)

Spewart: "Uhhh...... I got my genital surgery done......" *Flustered*

Hariet: "Okay, perfect, carry on!!"

Spewart: "Um... anyways... just one year after my... ahem... surgery... we moved out of that foster family, and came into our current home, with our aunt, Madame Broode. I was very nervous seeing her again, since the last time I saw her was WAY before any of my surgeries n' stuff. But luckily, she was also super supportive and glad about it. Only two years after that, I got my top surgery done!"

Hariet: "Which means??"

Spewart: "Um... breast tissue was removed, so my chest is more flat and masculine looking. That's what the scars are from."

Rango: "Tell them how you chose your name!!!"

Spewart: "Oh yeah, um... well, when I told my past foster parents that I wanted to be male, they asked me what I wanted to be called. I thought for a long time, unsure, when Hariet suggested my nick-name from when I was a child! Stewart! So that's what I was called for a couple years. Then one day, I uh... accidentally vomited onto Topper, due to my CVS... and he said-"

Topper: ""We should call you 'Spewart' 'cuz you're always friggin' spewing puke everywhere!!""

Spewart: "So he called me that for the rest of the day. But... I actually kinda liked it! It has a nice ring to it... it's unique, and funny. So... I asked Hariet and Rango to call me that, too. I've been going by Spewart longer than Stewart... ha ha..."

Topper: "I can't believe I teased you, and you STOLE my idea, and made it your identity!!! Ridiculous..."

Spewart: *Snickers* "Well... that's how I became Trans! There's... not really a specific age, like I said, but more like a time period... and... even though it took a while to get like this... I'm happy with the end result!"

Hariet: "And we are, too!" *Hugs Spewart*

Topper & Rango: *Hug Spewart, as well*

Spewart: "Awww, you guys!" *Blushes*

#broodals #spewart broodal #trans #transgender #backstory #long ass post

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dhmisreolrants · 1 year

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Pspspsps hey i'm the anon that asks about histories and just uses too many words to request something simple

I've seen some post of you where you talked about how you we're working on some digitaltime angst and the curiosity is KILLING ME RN

SOOO can you tell us a little bit about this Au of yours because I just love hearing people rant about those two (*And slowly killing them but don't tell anyone*)

OOHHH YESSS- i'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK MORE ABOUT IT BUT MY SHYASS THINKS IT WOULD BE MUCH A BOTHER BUT OH IM GLAD YOU ASKED (long rant warning ough) VVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

This au has been a bit delayed because of other stuff, But im still working on it;

It's basically a "Past Life" AU, Where it came out from a theory i had about maybe the teachers too having a past life and such- It is mostly focused on memories and flashbacks, Sometimes even stories about the past life they had before becoming puppets, While just uncovering it again with some triggers mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes depression

Simple explanation of how Ton and Colin feel and act in the au: lots of ✨depression✨, Comfort fluff and your normal uhhh.... making Colin have a panic attack because remembering stuff literally HURTS him

More better explanation: They all start just slowly remembering stuff by one of those hurting memories episodes Colin has, Which Ton try comforting him all night until he finally gets some rest. They all just start noticing that specific triggers specific emotions, And if the trigger that is making Colin even get hurt from just- trying to remember who he where in the past- Stuff just starts to get even more bad from now on because it can hurt then too without any fixing ehEHehh "Which characters most suffer?"... obviously Colin and Ton <3 Also Ton's trigger mostly is specific to the future (take that motherfuc-), He is fine remembering PAST, Even if it makes him feel a bit hurt, But thinking of what even the future could now have for him now that he knows whatever the thing he is now is not what he truly is feels like a knife in his brain and heart~ I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO RANT ABOUT THIS AU BUT I THINK ITS A BIT ENOUGH FOR NOW-

#☔!ficsbyme #🌈!brainrot #answered asks #jesus christ this is long h e l p #dhmis au #dhmis #should i put the shipp tag?#💕!shipptag

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11 and 29 for ao3 wrapped!

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Well, this may not mean anything to you specifically but it's definitely my modern royalty Qi Ye fic, Moral Dilemmas about Autonomous Vehicles. I started it uhhh March? then finished the first draft in June I think, then I got covid and didn't touch it for at least another month and finally posted it in August. I remember thinking I'd finish it that first weekend I started writing it haaaaaa. I'm really proud that I got through it-- a lot of that time was just spent doing nothing but I remember writing and rewriting the climax over and over because I was determined to make Beiyuan cry, and I wanted it to feel right. And I got him, that jackass.

Anyway it was fun as hell to write. I love throwing modern technology into stuff and getting to worldbuild and since it was sort of a retelling of canon it was easier for me to get through. Very likely could have ended up as one of the many wips I start and abandoned so I'm glad I finished it. Also the Qi Ye fandom is so small but they came out hard for me and that was really gratifying.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Ok I refuse to pick one, I like so many. They're all dialog because dialog is my favorite.

"Are you alright?"

"Sure," Beiyuan says.

"Really?"

"I've regained a sustainable balance of noble purpose and karmic despair."

from the fic above. Beiyuan has to be clever all the time or he will die, i love him.

"Fuck you," Porsche hisses. He starts to pull his shirt off. "Fuck you and your stupid fucking mind games." He scrambles for his belt. "I'll fucking fuck him, you fucking asshole, get out of the way."

from FIST BUMP mostly unchanged from the original chatfic haha

and

"Ok, good luck, babe," he says in English, and shoves him into the pool.

from Pool Scene which was one of the first important images I had for this fic and labeling which lines Vegas says in English is one of the great pleasures of writing him.

#thank you for the ask!#i am trying this new thing where i interact on tumblr and i love to talk about myself

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Hell yeah you're answering some of those (if you want to), it's fun! 2, 11, 28, 44, 51 for the pink bean

Aww yiss. If anyone is interested, this is about Cayden, who can be found in my posts tagged as his name or more generally pathfinder.

This is gonna be long because I'm unable to write short answers. Also I have no idea how to add a read more on mobile, so uhhh, have fun xD

2. What was your original concept for this character? How did playing them change that concept?

The whole creation story is full of randomness tbh. I wanted to try playing a face and had a rogue half prepared for that, but the GM told me to maybe not play a rogue again, so I changed my mind to a sorcerer. A friend was creating his first character ever then, and he wanted to be a typical wizard, so I looked for less combat focused options for my sorcerer and we lacked a healer, so I found that there is a unicorn sorcerer bloodline that knows healing spells and has some nice healing powers. This was my first sorcerer, so I looked for guides and turns out that gnomes are super recommended. I decided on looks and even gender when having fun in heroforge. Thought it will be super funny if a gnome that's gonna be unicorn themed will also be pink and a man. It's a little freaky how he became a serious character that took over my entire brain for more than a year now, considering how he came to existence. Gnomes, man, it must be something to them, this shouldn't've worked. I'm so glad it did tho. Even his name was super randomly chosen, as back then the party was supposed to be 3 people with others joining later, and we thought it would be hilarious if we make some kind of acronym from character names. The word "CYC" (tit would be the same in English ig) appeared, so I looked for male names beginning with C. Found Caden, thought it sounded nice, so I told the GM it's gonna be it. And he went ooooh if you spell that differently, he could be named after a god of beer in Pathfinder. I liked the spelling better, I liked the connotations, boom xD

As for his character, I remember that he was supposed to be more crazy (whatever that means, my first sketches are more mischievous looking), but after writing his backstory and actually starting playing, I think he just stayed pretty much the same. Also the rest of the party put the bar pretty high for the craziness/unchainedness level, so I automatically assumed a more mature approach to compensate lol

I wish I was better at roleplay tho, because it's really hard to try to come across as someone who is by design comfortable in most situations, talks smoothly and is confident and flirty when I'm not and I don't even know how people like this are supposed to act, so I can't even try to pretend hhhh

I just hope that the rest of my group knows how I want him to be, cos we don't really talk much about character stuff outside the game (I wish we did, but it appears that I'm the only one who's been raised in the whole OC culture and I don't even feel very comfortable around some of the people outside of the game hhhh)

11. if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any?

In one of the first sessions we saved a young black cat, so Cayden had a pet for a few weeks. Named the cat Rybiarz xd (Fisher?) because he said he liked fish (speak with animals hehe). Cayden left the cat in the inn we were staying in, because the inn keeper became our friend and the cat liked it here, so Cayden decided he's not gonna drag the poor cat along with him on the two month journey and who knows what next. If he could have a pet, I see two ways. Either some magical beast, lika a faerie dragon (not really a pet tho, cos they're sentient, but I mean the vibe), something that would be comfortable being on the move, possibly something matching his own energy, or even helping him seem even more attractive to others. The other option is some kind of animal that can swim (and climb?), because the boy Can't Swim. The last session ended in the middle of combat, where Cayden spent 3/4 of it under water, as the fight was with a water elemental which raised the water level and submerged everyone. And this was not the first time something like this happened xD And with him being so smol, he starts having problems when there is like 0.5m of water and if the water covers him, it boils down to waiting for someone to fish him out. A trained animal could solve this problem xD

As for spending time with the pet, it would probably be just playing with it and chilling together. Maybe if it was some special creature, he would be taking it with him to some social situations and play harmless tricks on others, or try to impress others with it, depending on the situation and mood.

28. do they collect anything?

He currently finally got his hands on a Mnemonic Vestment he's been saving gold for, so now he's focused on collecting as many magic scrolls (and possibly spellbooks, generally written magic) as possible, because the Vestment lets him cast one spell per day from such a source using his own spell slot AND not using up the scroll itself. This is super good, because Cayden as a sorcerer has a lot of spell slots, but a very short list of spells known. A new era just begun for him hahah

44. what lies do they tell others?

This is a hard one. I'm not great at creating characters that have many aspects to them. Cayden is pretty honest anyway, and talkative, so every one of his friends probably knows almost everything about his past and about him generally. He had to tell a pretty serious lie in the past and he only confessed to maybe two people (all just in backstory). It was about how the father of his first girlfriend died. He was killed by a unicorn, when he tried to kill it for its horn. The father was hunting magical creatures in secret, so his family didn't know anything, but he wanted Cayden to help him with the "business", as the relationship with his daughter was becoming serious. Why he thought it was a good idea is a mystery, as Cayden's family's past involving a friendship with a unicorn was pretty well known. Cayden helped the unicorn escape, but not before the other gnome shot at it with a crossbow. The unicorn charged and impaled the man with its horn before teleporting away. After spending the night crying his eyes out and trying to make sense of this whole situation, Cayden brought back the father's body back to the family and lied that the man was killed by someone with a spear who tried to mug them, before he managed to scare the attackers away using magic tricks.

I think, more generally, hypothetically, Cayden would lie about his own well being, for example if it meant others wouldn't waste time on him and would be able to save themselves in a critical situation. He would lie to make others feel better if he knew there was no way to help them and if he knew that showing confidence and being optimistic would raise morale of everyone else.

As for non serious lies (I'm not even sure it counts for the question), sometimes his gnome nature comes through, and he's tempted to just mess with someone by telling obvious nonsense information when an opportunity arises, or creating illusions. He doesn't have a heart to leave someone confused for too long though, so most of the time he clears thing up pretty fast.

And of course he tells lies in typical adventurer stuff situations. False names, motivations, all that. "I'm so sorry for shooting color spray in your face I panicked, I just didn't want you to cuff me, I'm on your side I swear, I want to help deal with those people demolishing your holy stairs, I won't be able to do that while magically handcuffed!" *Insane bluff check* *promptly escapes the moment he sees an opportunity*

Currently we're trying to infiltrate some kind of a drug cartel criminal underground, so there is a lot of bluffing involved xD

51. what element of their backstory are you proudest of?

The elements my GM basically wrote for me xD

I'm not the strongest writer, not even moderately acceptable writer, so I needed a little help. We all generated backstory events when creating characters and wrote based on what we got. I couldn't think of a conflict that involved telling a lie motivated by love. This is the one above, about the unicorn. The other backstory element is to rationalize how Cayden got out of his country that was surrounded by enemy nations currently at war I think and travelled through almost half the continent to the Pathfinder lodge in Absalom. I decided he's going to go by water, sailing near appropriately named Isle of Terror. Sure the name is not nice and there are some terrible stories surrounding the place, but near the shore there are real people actively looking for vessels trying to cross the lake. Turns out Isle of Terror is no joke and during a terrible negative energy storm everyone from the crew died, if not by the storm, then finished off by a shadowy creature, and Cayden barely survived this only thanks to hiding in a barrel, and plot armor I guess (it's a backstory after all, and a random event due to my decisions to go this route).

Other than that, I kinda like the part about Cayden even having the bloodline powers he has. One of his ancestors/parents had to have some kind of closer contact with a unicorn and I decided it's gonna be his mother. Before he was born, his country was at war with basically every neighbour and Cayden's mother was helping refugees by hiding them in a dense forest near the border. She impressed a unicorn living there with her determination and pure heart and they formed a strong bond with the unicorn protecting it's forest against unwanted invaders, but allowing shelter for the needing. During those efforts Cayden's mother met his father and after the war, Cayden was born. Later, when he grew up, it turned out that some of that unicorns magic/blessing passed onto his mother and became apparent in him.

I know it's cheesy, but that's about the peak of my writing/storytelling skills xD

For someone that is 52 years old, my boy has a surprisingly uneventful backstory, with 40 years of living peacefully in his village with both parents, having a traumatic experience, and then going out to see the world, hearing about Pathfinder Society on his first big stop and making it his dream to join them. I described his journey basically by coming up with partners he had romantic relationships with along the way and elaborating a little what happened during these stops/stages of the journey. Now I face the joy of meeting this characters as NPC's one day, oof, I didnt think this through. We even met that first girlfriend already. (it was ok, but super stressful, but also super sweet at the end)

#pathfinder #cayden #monere-lluvia #ask #answer #long post

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March 16, 2024

The Wonder (2022)

Set in The Irish Midlands in 1862, the story follows a young girl who stops eating but remains miraculously alive and well. English nurse Lib Wright is brought to a tiny village to observe eleven-year old Anna O'Donnell.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: I have mixed feelings about this movie. The concept itself is rather promising. The tone is appropriately creepy and foreboding. The acting is nothing to complain about (my love for Florence Pugh continues).

Plus, the characters themselves get a good amount of depth. Florence Pugh's character is definitely strong-willed and determined and she has a beautiful mix of logical intelligence and empathy. I also like that newspaper dude isn't motivated only by his feelings for the new hot girl in town, but a deeper traumatizing past.

I really love a mystery in a movie. It's fun to guess along and try to figure the case out alongside the characters. The mystery is drawn out as long as it can in the movie, which I think influences the pacing and the timing of the big "reveal" and the conclusion. To me, the pacing felt a little off as a result. Furthermore, since the movie wants to keep the mystery as long as possible, the motivations of key characters like the mother don't get as much clarity.

After the big reveal, I still felt a bit confused as to who held certain beliefs and why the mother and daughter made certain decisions. Some of which I can assume, but ultimately, I would have liked to understand the mother's true feelings about her daughter, her son, and so on. I think this greater insight into their characters would shape how I feel about the conclusion.

Also, kind of confused at what the nun added to the movie. I wish she had more of an impact. And the council of men are ANNOYING for sure, but aren't they wondering why there are no bones or anything leftover from the fire?

But in the end, I'm glad for the "happy" ending, even though I'm not sure it may be the healthiest ending. I suppose mentally unhealthy is better than dead?

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I knew this movie was going to be crazy but in a “heheh this is really crazy,” way. And it totally was, bc remembering it I feel like I’m having a fever dream. Don’t get me wrong it was great- Florence Pugh could be in literally any genre, any time period, and she kills it. Like Florence Pugh is from 2024? Uhhh have you seen her in a 1800s dress?? Bc she’s totally from the 1800s. Anyway. The premise is interesting and trying to guess how the girl wasn’t eating/ was eating and all that- I do think it was such a great but odd choice to contrast that with how many times you see Florence Pugh’s character eat.

I hated the stoopid council of men and I will be speaking no more on them.

Towards the end I was getting so over the girl. Like stop and eat. Pllllsss. Especially when her tooth came out I got a knot in my stomach. And I feeellll bad for that bc of why she didn’t eat. And it was sick and twisted. And I get the whole identity and the stories we tell ourselves deal the movie is trying to convey. But part of it felt slow after everything we had seen - and weird bc although I did pick up on part of the reasoning regarding the brother (especially seeing the weird demon eyes painted over his painting even tho that’s a totallllly normal thing people used to do) I never got a bad vibe from her mother or any animosity towards the girl?? Too bc she was feeding her the “manna” which barfff. Also if you’re that sick and twisted in your logic and reasoning how can you just switch it off if people observing your child are there 24/7? But what do I know- surely not how to victim blame my 11 year old daughter into starving to “save” her dead perverted brother’s “soul,” if he had one.

Finallly- the ending is so not what I expected but I think it’s as close as a happy ending this movie could have. I think there are ethical situations since Anna became Nan?? And like if she could process her trauma without a new dissociated identity would she choose to leave her family to go be the nurse and reporter’s kid?? (Probs considering what happened??) And I really wanna know if Nan was the nurse’s baby’s name or did Anna just like it. Like is she replacing her?? Anyway I choose to ignore it and just accept the weirdness of them becoming a family. (Totally called the reporter and the nurse marrying even if it’s fake) It’s nice. 😅

I did like the narrative at the end and how there are so many children that are affected by issues like starvation or abuse every day that should be addressed rather than passively observed- like how the counsel of men did and wanted Lib to do too. I think using the actor that worked in the house- who was really only just there- and only really told us little tidbits like how Will’s family starved and locked themselves away while he was gone- to call back to the little flipping bird toy was also really great, making the audience think about if the Anna/Nan situation is freedom or a cage, and that like Will said - it depends on how you view it.

* I hate how easy it was to say when Anna died she was in such shock her dress caught the flame and that all the council has to say is she isn’t getting paid.

* I also hate that my brain made me dream of the reporter guy as a vampire that was in control of evil flying monkeys.

Rating: 7/10 Cats 🐈

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werewolfrevenge · 2 months

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I feel like shit cause of period pain and when I feel like hell I write caleon fluff (03 version :P)

Leon laid in bed with a heating pad pressed to his abdomen but that didn’t help him much he needed something else. Leon sighed softly as he picked up his pink flip phone in between his fingers he pressed the screen closely to his face before he used one of his fingers to click on Casey’s number hoping he’d pick up.Casey picked up quickly because he thought something bad happened. “Yo Leon! How ya doin? Whaddya need?”

“Are you at work right now?” Leon replied in a quiet tone ignoring Casey’s questions trying to just get right to his point,“Yeah… but I’m off in like an hour. What ya need? Everything okay?” Casey was beginning to get a bit nervous. Leon paused before speaking again “……think they’ll letcha leave early?” “Uh… probably not… why? What’s going on?” Casey had a tone of concern in his voice.Leon paused he felt almost embarrassed to admit the reasoning but he kinda had to in this case, “my uhhh…..monthly visitor came”

The worry disappeared from Casey’s tone and he chuckled a bit he was thinking this had the purple dragons or foot clan involved…he was glad he was wrong but he also remembered Leon was probably in a good deal of pain right now . “Oh that’s all? Yeah I bet they’ll let me go, if they don’t I’ll sneak out.” “But don’t tell them that’s why your leaving I dunno say I got an infection from one of my piercings or something” Leon spitballed with no real clue what he was even saying, as Leon spoke over the phone he hugged his favorite little stuffed friend fairy princess. “ I know it’s stupid and I really shouldn’t make you ditch work for something this mundane”

“Relax, don’t even worry about it. Seriously it won’t be a problem.” Casey was more than eager to aid his husband he was more than eager actually . Casey was just gonna leave work and be right there in 30min or less. “….okay” Leon replied in a soft voice “…..I love you….see ya when you get home” Leon muttered into his phone softly like he was talking into a fragile sea shell

“Love ya too,see ya soon.” Casey said his goodbye then hung up on his phone. A few minutes later he headed out of work, his boss didn’t even notice casey didn’t plan on asking in the first place so lucky him.Casey got on his motorcycle and revved it up, he raced through the streets like a maniac. Finally he got to back to the apartment complex the couple lived in and he hopped off his motorcycle. And Casey had an idea to ease the pain. He knew it would work like a charm. No more pain. He thought to himself and smiled with the devilish plans brewing in his mind. After Casey ended the call Leon slammed his phone shut before he slipped it back onto the nightstand he closed his eyes softly groaning softly as he felt that awful back pain

Leon just kept his eyes closed as he squished his face against the pillow beneath his head hoping the actions could ease some strain from the pain. He only opened his eyes slightly once he heard a key click into the front door of the apartment. Casey walked in, closed the door behind him and threw his keys down on the table,he had a sly grin on his face he made his way over to the bedroom which door had been wide open he could see the way Leon was laying down curled into a pained ball as he clutched his stuffed puppy to his chest. Casey walked quietly into the bedroom

he sat on the bed next to Leon. He leaned over his lover and kissed the top of his head lovingly “hey sugar” “Hi case” Leon replied back in a soft whisper he pulled the covers up closely to his body he felt awful he wanted to cry he was always overly emotional but today it was upped by tenfold he just felt overjoyed to have Casey

Casey smiled at his lover as he laid down next to Leon he wrapped his arms around him cuddled up close to him. “Missed me?” He cooed in that lovely Brooklyn accent that made Leon’s heart flutter. Leon nodded “yeahhh I did a lot…..thanks for coming home you really didn’t have too” Casey’s voice was still soft and calm. “What are ya talkin about? I couldn’t just let ya suffer all by yourself. I’m yer man for a reason.”

Leon back into Casey’s embrace as he felt comfortable to close his eyes again “it’s just I don’t want to be annoying” Leon admitted “I know I’m not but it still worries me” as he spoke Casey realizes about now was the perfect opportunity to enact his plan.Casey laughed as he kissed the top of Leon’s gently “Sweetie. You’re not annoying. Ya need me for this.” He snickered loudly. “I got just the thing to cure yer little problem.” Casey proclaimed in a cocky tone

Leon raised an eyebrow he thought about turning around and giving Casey a suspicious glance but decided against it “I’m just gonna blindly trust ya on this one” Leon commented as his only response Casey smiled a bit and sat up a little, leaning back on his elbows. He reached his right hand under the blankets and gently rubbed Leon’s back for a moment starting at his shoulder blades before he traveled down to the place He knew exactly where the brunt of the pain was located, a tender spot on the small of his back. He gently rubbed it and massaged it. Waiting for the results he wanted to see he wanted to Leon’s pain fade away he wanted to see his husband happy.

Leon particularly melted from the gentle massage he purred softly in content “you know I’m gonna cling to you tonight right? Like I’m gonna squeeze you so hard it’ll feel like your guts are about to pop out” Casey chuckled softly. “I don’t mind at all honey. I actually think this is exactly where we should be right now. Together. With me taking care of ya.” Casey replied in a reassuring tone he couldn’t help but smile as he heard his beloved purr He knew he was getting closer to making his sweetheart completely pain-free. After only a few minutes Leon got so relaxed that he managed to doze off Leon could never sleep with Casey and Casey’s loving affection lulled him into sleep like a charm Casey smiled brightly and chuckled lightly as he felt his lover's breathing getting deeper. He kept rubbing his back, making sure to put in just the right amount of pressure. He paused for a second and thought to himself.

"Perfect." He murmured, keeping his voice just above a whisper.

#not my best writing but I wanted to write a silly lil comfort fic of my self ship because I feel awful #sue me for it kinda probaly being ehh #🪦my writting🪦#🏑🔮

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