#it is so deeply a delight to see this again it’s been a second since i looked at it in my camera roll

[leviathanspain]

Hey could you write a Finnick odair / reader where snow forces them to pretend to date like he did with katniss and peeta? The whole convince him and get married as a distraction thing? Thanks :)

the pretender

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: being reaped from the victor’s pool changed your life in more ways than you imagined

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you were his favorite girl.

girl. you were a girl when you had been reaped, a girl when your feet stepped off the platform, more shocked that you didn’t immediately blow up into bits. a girl when you had committed your first kill. you remembered the sound of your knife slicing into human flesh for the first time. the ringing in your ears had become permanent after you had been too close to the explosion that had killed half of the tributes. an explosion that you had accidentally caused.

your rebellious spirit was fun at first, for the capital to laugh and delight in, until you stopped using the scripts that they had written for you, and tried to destroy the idea of the girl in their minds.

snow subdued you, tried to barter your family’s life with cooperation. unbeknownst to him, you hadn’t seen your family in years since they had abandoned you, for fighting against your father’s abuse.

“kill them. do whatever you want to them. just leave me alone.” your own words haunted you since the day snow had presented evidence of their murders. you didn’t dare flinch in his presence, holding a strong facade that you didn’t care, that they were beneath you.

as he left, irritated at your refusal to comply, letting ideas stir in his head with what to do with you, you broke down. tears shed as you realized that they were gone because of you, because you couldn’t let your anger go.

but snow liked you, he must’ve had a reason to keep you around for so long, and until just a few days ago, you hadn’t known why.

you breathed deeply as you heard your name called. it was deja vu, and suddenly you were back to the thirteen year old girl, who was so emaciated and starved that when her name was called, she believed she was hallucinating.

you looked crudely into the screen, not offering any smiles or sign of pride that you had been reaped, all over again.

“y/n l/n.” hearing your full name made you turn around immediately. you were slightly blinded by his blonde hair and pearly white smile.

“finnick odair.” you realized who the man was, quicker than you’d admit. the last time you had seen him was at a ridiculous capital party that snow had forced you to attend. finnick had been leaned against a wall, with two capital sluts hanging onto his shoulders, whispering in his ears simultaneously.

he smiled, not surprised that you didn’t say anything else besides his name. you had that tendency about you, to shoot down any attempt at conversation. even going as far to avoid it all together. “i’m glad you haven’t tried to run away, not after i had caught you eyes and you dashed off at that party. how long ago was that? three,” his speech hung onto the words, “four?”

“five months. it’s been five months, finnick.” you remembered his gaze, and remembered how your feet made you run at the sight. you had heard stories about finnick, and you weren’t exactly planning on ever talking to him.

“that’s right.” he smiled, “i hope you’ve been well since then. it was nice seeing you in something other than a bloody shirt.” his gaze suddenly seemed very far away, as if he was remembering exactly what you wore that night.

you shrugged, deciding to change topics, “everyone else is polishing their weapons,” you heard a guttural war cry, and saw another tribute lunge at a partner, “and methods.” finnick turned to the source of the cry and laughed slightly, “oh yeah? what’s your choice of weapon, again?”

“knives. anything long and sharp.” you always had an affinity for knives. it was second nature to you, an art of your district. your mind drifted away slightly to the array of knives that you had collected during your games. every tribute that you had slaughtered had a knife, and you collected them as a token. by the end, you had 23 knives, all representing a kill.

it had been upsetting when you went on your victory tour, to see the look on their family’s faces, but you had blurred out their emotions, and at the height of your submission to snow, had given out the same apathetic speech to every district.

finnick watched as your mind drifted back to reality. wherever you had gone for the better half of a minute, was a place finnick spent every waking moment, running away from.

he grabbed your shoulder, squeezing it slightly as he looked into your eyes, whispering your name, “hey, hey.” you focused on his eyes, gaze shifting to his mouth as they shaped the syllables of your name. you swallowed thickly, “im sorry-i…” you pulled away, his hand falling free of your shoulder. finnick watched as you exited the training room, your hands balled up into fists as you disappeared through the doorway.

“absolutely not.” you had spent your childhood under the thumb of one man, and you had barely made it out from under snow’s. this was only another way to get you under it once more.

finnick had his head bowed, having listened to snow’s pitch to make the two of you a couple. he needed something to distract the capital citizens from peeta and katniss, who everyone knew, was just a thorn in snow’s side.

“my dear, i really don’t think you have a choice in the matter.” snow’s eyes narrowed at you and you sighed, “what else is there left for you to do? im already being marched to my death, again, just speed the process up. poison me like you do the rest.” you took a good jab at one of the many secrets you had obtained, living in his cage.

snow laughed, “i would’ve done that a long time ago, y/n.”

just as you were beginning to argue again, finnick looked up, eyes catching yours. he held your gaze for a minute, blinking his wet eyes at you. there was something that was telling you that this wasn’t just about you.

finnick.

oh how could you forget finnick.

there was something clearly at stake for him too, otherwise why had he remained silent this entire time?

compliance was something he had to get used to, also under snow’s control.

“okay, fine.” you felt yourself swallow bile, “i’ll do it.” you looked at finnick, your future husband, and the reason why you were even agreeing.

“why did you do it?” his voice cracked, a raw noise as he looked over at you. you had been silent the whole time since leaving the meeting with snow. you shuddered with the strong winds, having been sat out on the stoop of the building, housing all the reaped former victors.

you looked at finnick, having caught his gaze, holding it for a moment, “my entire life i’ve been selfish, and i guess i realized that it isn’t always about putting myself first.” you knew the stories, heard the rumors. snow had barely played with the idea, making you like finnick, but you had always refused. there was nothing left for him to leverage, and so it never went anywhere.

but this, pairing the two of you was nothing short of cruel. finnick who has everything to lose, with you, who he probably didn’t expect to agree.

finnick hitched a breath, understanding what you weren’t saying. “thank you.” he breathed, “and im sorry.”

you stood up suddenly, nodding as you turned towards the entrance, “just-“ you cut yourself off, waving a hand as you continued inside.

he made the announcement. finnick had decided that with the pull he has on the capital, that he would be the one to do it. especially since he was so beloved, the attention from it was to challenge katniss and peeta’s.

you had agreed to play the part, and now you had to act like it.

there was loud cheering and applause from the crowd, and you were pushed out onto the stage, more cheers erupting as finnick stood up to meet you halfway. you kissed his cheek, grabbing his hand tightly as you two fluttered across the stage.

caesar flickerman was already standing there with a bright, capitol smile. “this is your lovely bride. we hear the honeymoon is the arena?” he looked at finnick who tipped his head back for a laugh, but didn’t answer outright.

you gave a soft laugh, “we just loved each other so much, we couldn’t wait.”

caesar looked at you, as if remembering who you were exactly, “wow.” he seemed truly amazed, perhaps even shocked.

finnick noticed the heaviness in the interview and turned his head at caesar, trying to keep the attention on the union rather than the individuals.

he grabbed your hand suddenly, clutching it tightly. as he held it for the rest of the interview, you staring at the faces in the crowd, more love struck than you, you wondered if he was trying to comfort you or himself.

“finnick.” you looked around behind you, only seeing peeta in front of you. the first few days in the arena had been a blur. you had stuck by close with finnick, who made it his mission to stay close to katniss. there was something he wasn’t telling you, but you didn’t once doubt him.

“finnick?” you whipped your head around and couldn’t find him. you were always in front of him, so he could remain in his eye line at all times. except you had failed to make sure he was in yours.

your ears started ringing as the panic set in. you scanned the trees and couldn’t find any sign of him or katniss, realizing this as peeta shared your same panicked look. your throat felt tight as you screamed his name, “finnick!” peeta suddenly took off, feet blazing towards more greenery. you had no choice but to follow, knowing finnick would’ve had you stick with peeta.

as you barely caught up to peeta, you saw him hit the floor as you ran up. whatever he had bounced off of was holding katniss and finnick back.

you looked at finnick, unable to catch his eyes as he looked up frantically. there was something you were missing, there were just bir-

“jabberjays.” peeta groaned out, “they can’t hear us, but they hear our screams.” he swallowed thickly, resting near the force field. katniss was knelt down at the edge, eyes tightly shut. you stared at finnick, at a loss for words. the panic in his face looked so real, you wondered who he was hearing.

you tore your eyes away, watching him suffer was not something you had signed up for. you felt defeated, unable to do anything as you and peeta sat like sitting ducks, waiting this torture out.

you hadn’t talked to him since the jabberjays. peeta had comforted katniss, in any way she’d let him. but they were different, you and finnick were different.

yes, you were married, he was your husband. but the issue was, you hadn’t much time to even begin to share intimate details, let alone have a good conversation. this was what snow wanted, an empty marriage to stir up all the attention.

except you knew your performance was failing. the audience could see right through you.

“hey.” finnick had snuck up on you. you had stayed a few feet away from him and the others, unsure how to handle it all. but it seems like finnick was trying to make it work. but it should be the other way around.

“finnick.” you breathed a sigh of relief unintentionally, hoping he didn’t catch on, you watched as he sat down on the sand beside you. he grabbed your hand, and for a moment you thought it to be genuine, until he raised an eyebrow.

right.

“i’m so sorry.” your voice hitched, and finnick steadied his gaze, “seeing you like that-“ you faked a choked sob, “i just couldn’t do it. i couldn’t look at you and see-“ you cut yourself off, throwing your head in your hands.

snow had to be happy that you were selling yourself off to protect finnick. but beside that heart to heart you had with him in the beginning, you had nothing else to go off of.

“i heard you.” finnick’s voice cracked, “you were screaming, these terrible, horrible screams.” he shook his head, as if he were hearing them all over again, making you realize that he was telling the truth. “and it wouldn’t stop.” he breathed. his breathing got harder and you found yourself kissing him to make him stop. finnick panted into the kiss, as if you had grounded him. you pulled back, catching his eye as you looked away.

your hand that he had been holding gripped his harder. you looked out into the water, watching as it’s dangerous waters moved, unsure on how you would survive this.

with or without him.

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[anadiasmount]

a taste of something sweet - ruben dias x reader.

quick sum: fiance! ruben coming home after the cwc final, and not being able to spend a single second away from reader. seeing her with family has him confessing more than he originally proposed for. insta au included at end! tiny smut, so minors dni! 🤍🎄

wc: 1.7k | masterlist | ruben’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hi angels!🤍 miss you all! it’s been a MINUTE since i posted for ruben, but here’s something for us ruben girlies for christmas time! hope you enjoy! 🤍🎄

“ruben!” you squealed, waiting for him to fully come in before throwing your arms over his shoulders. ruben let out a deep chuckle, and picked you up behind your thighs, sighing in content at being with you again. you had the biggest fear he wouldn't be back before christmas eve, and that your plan to have both families over would be ruined. expect that wasn't it, and here stood your world champion. 

“i missed you so much princesa,” ruben set you down and kissed you deeply, grunting in delight at tasting your cherry lips again. “me too you have no idea, but you're back and that is all that matters to me,” your foreheads leaned into each other, as you ran your hand through his hair. 

“i passed by to get the last minute stuff so we could pack into the coolers, and i got you these as well,” ruben walked to where his luggage stood, locking the door first and then pulled out a bouquet of white and red roses, smirking at your awe reaction. “they’re are gorgeous ruben,” your finger traced the petal, bring the bouquet to your nose and smelling the flowers. “thank you belo.” 

ruben blushed at acknowledgment, wrinkled crinkling in his eyes. he kissed your forehead before dragging you into the kitchen. “i know i called you earlier, but i want you to know how proud i am of you handsome. a treble winner, supercup, and now a world champion? you have no idea the immense feeling i have for you, and to see you smiling after these past weeks? my heart is just full of joy.”

ruben had been quiet these past week, from training, to recovery, to the games and unexpected results, it was taking a toll on him. he didn’t show much emotion, let alone tell anyone how he truly felt, but you could read him from the back of your hand. if he needed you there he was, you vowed to that after he proposed after the unforgettable night in istanbul. 

if he needed space you would respect that, waiting as much as much time he need to process and then come find you fully. if he wanted to talk and express how he felt, he would pull you into his chest, whispering and not fully saying too much out loud, just enough for him to get into a stable mindset. if there was anything ruben looked forward too or longed for, it would always be you.

“my heart is complete with you, always princesa, eu te amo,” ruben said with a deep and groggy voice, enlightening a spark inside you hearing the three words you would never get tired of hearing. it didn't feel real, to have a man like him make you feel this way, to be head over heals, to finally find that stability and security with a man who never has taken you for granted and appreciated you through the good and bad. 

ruben and you spent the whole night finishing last-minute gift wrapping, and he went on to teach you his favorite portuguese cookies, opting to also make some for his family and yours. you hadn't seen your parents or sibling in weeks, and this time was perfect, being all together in a cabin, and spending your favorite holiday all together. 

ruben couldn't go to sleep for some reason, continuing to talk about the season they were having, and also about the final they had just won. he also made some wedding talk, surprising you since he usually wasn't one to give an opinion unless it was about a venue, food, or invites. part of him was also nervous to see your families all together, unsure how it would play out. 

he eventually fell asleep, feeling slightly guilty since he knew you were tired, and stayed up specifically to wait for him to come home. he kissed your nose and whispered a small goodnight, eventually falling asleep on top of you, finally getting the earned sleep since he could only do that when you lay with him. 

ruben ensure your luggage and coolers were safely secured in the car, making the trip up north to meet your families together. the two of you were the first to arrive, having time to go buy some groceries, and unpack. although that became hard as ruben couldn't keep his hands off of you, whispering dirty words into your ear that finally made you cave in. 

he longed for this. craved for this. he took his time with you, relishing every single second before your families came. groaning at the sounds you made, his name falling from your swollen kissen lips, the scratches you were leaving all over as the pleasure became to much. he was utterly obsessed with you, hitting every spot till you crumbled beneath him, ruben not far behind. 

maybe it was your hormones, but you shed a tear or two when seeing you parents all over again, especially your brother who brought his wife and newborn baby up to the cabin. it was not different with ruben’s family, giving them a hug and kiss on a cheek, asking how their drive up went. catching up with his mom, and cousins.while making dinner for a whole. 

it was a great idea you had gone shopping prior or else you'd be stuck, as the snow immediately came down after 4 pm. that night was spent with pure laughters, sharing old memories, drinks being poured every other few 30 minutes, and proposing goals for the new year to come. 

the day of christmas eve, everyone was up to go skiing, the tour guide showed the spots you could go and safely succeed skiing. you were more than grateful it was a private part of the cabin, no cameras or fans coming up to you, you knew it came with a footballer boyfriend, now fiance, but you would never quite get used to it. 

ruben was attached you, some could say maybe had separation anxiety as he always looked around to ensure you were okay, like a lost puppy. he would plaster a huge grin when he met your eyes, sending you a glance to check in if you were okay, you would nod and send him a wink. 

after coming back from skiing, everyone either took a nap or began to get ready for the evening. the tree was filled with gifts, the kitchen smelt like homemade ingredients and scents, and every corner you turned was decorated with lights. you turned on a few candles and set the table, ensuring everyone had a glass and utensils. 

ruben and you snuck in a shower together, avoiding his hands as he clearly desired more, but it felt too risky. you wouldn't have been able to look at anyone the same if you did had done something, or even heard you in the smallest way possible. 

“gatinha, you look so beautiful,” ruben whispered, as he came up behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your neck. his nosed traced all the way way to your shoulder, not being able to get enough of how you looked and smelled, it was driving him crazy. you wore an emerald-colored silk dress, with small white kitten heels, and your hair down. 

“I know we have been together all day, but it feels like i havent been able to see let alone hold you,” ruben sighed, sounding slightly upset about it. you swiftly turned around and kissed his lips, feeling as he suddenly pulled you closer, releasing a small giggle from you. “i know me too, but i promise, once everyone is asleep we can make good use of the fireplace okay?”

ruben reluctantly agreed, walking out hand to hand out to see everyone either playing a game of poker, cooking, or watching tv. you insisted on helping in the kitchen, even if it meant washing dishes or almost slightly burning yourself. your mom and his mother conversation flew, as they talked about their teenage/ adult years, and apparently a romance show the two couldn't stop gushing about. 

later on, so your sister-in-law could get a break, you offered to help her watch the baby. to ruben’s surprise, he found himself glancing from time to time, a part of him wanting that with you one day. the way you cradled the baby, swayed side to side, kissed their cheek, and adjusted their beanie and blanket to make sure they weren't cold. right then and there ruben knew you were forever for him. 

“come here, i know your still cold,” ruben said, bringing you to his lap, the weighted blanket covering both your bodies as you watched the fire grow slowly. it was late, too late, but the two of you couldn't sleep. ruben rubbed your back, constantly placing kisses on your head and the bridge of your nose. 

you held onto the mug filled with hot chocolate, ruben dipping the cookies he made into the drink and eating them from time to time as you discussed your futures. he loved the sound of your voice, just like you did as well, it was a common thing shared among you. “i hope you know one day you'll be the mother of my kids one day y/n…” he randomly rambled.

“What?”

“you’re gonna be such a great mom one day, and i can’t wait for us to finally have mini us in the house. you mean so much to me i never want to be apart from you, i want to share everything with you,” ruben confessed, watching as your eyes went crazy to search for a tint of lies or regret. but with ruben? everything was always honest and serious, which you loved, as you valued communication. 

“thank you for staying through my best and worst. for keeping my head up high and never letting me down. for me to able to come home to the woman of my dream waiting for me. to have an inspirational and loving person along my side anywhere i go,” ruben continued.

“we made that promise no? when you proposed to me? nothing will ever separate us, and i hope you know that you won't get rid of me that easily. you’re it for me ruben, have been since the first day i met you. and i can’t wait for what's to come for us,” you said smiling, kissing the red tip of his nose and then lips, where he immediately closed his eyes and snuck in. “i love you querida.” just like the fire grew in the fire place, the fire inside your chest did as well. “merry christmas, ruben.”

“merry christmas, y/n.”

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rubendias: lovely way to spend christmas after being a world champion! merry christmas cityzens! 🩵🤍

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comments:

username6000: handsy aren’t we now ruben…

johnstones: sure that picture wasn’t meant to be left in your photos?

↪️ rubendias: nope ☺️

bernandosilva: love you two! merry christmas 🩵

↪️ yourusername: thank you benny 🤍 tell isa we send our hello’s 🤍

user19: HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF?

username3928: y/n why are you allowing him to post these selfies? 🙄🙄

↪️ yourusername: i haven’t. he knows he can’t post stuff like this knowing i’ll go 😵‍💫😵‍💫

joaofelix: tu mano ruben 😂🤣

username1087: y/n my gf 😣

���️ rubendias: she’s actually my fiance ☺️

mateokovacic: 🩵

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby  > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you? 

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah? 

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after. 

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”. 

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls. 

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…” 

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs. 

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”. 

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?” 

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements. 

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face. 

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back. 

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth. 

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action. 

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was. 

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you. 

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs. 

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin. 

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?” 

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth. 

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago. 

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it. 

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile. 

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”. 

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table. 

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist. 

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”. 

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”. 

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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[ser-rctslcyer]

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN! Reader  Word Count: 1.1k Synopsis: It’s snowing and as usual Steven somehow ends up covered in it. However, this time he doesn’t have to deal with it alone.  Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Humor, Idiots in Love A/N: I’ve deeply missed writing about this show so here we go!

Snow poured softly down from the dark sky, piling up on the fluffy layer stuck to the ground. 

From the window you could see people rushing, trying to return home to their warm beds and hot food. You were glad to have left at your normal time, making it home before the weather had begun to get worse. Though you had worried for when your partners would get home as it was getting later and later; you wished his boss would’ve let him off early like he asked. 

After putting your stuff up and switching out of your day clothes; you fixed yourself some dinner as you turned the TV. on. Eyes stuck on the screen in front of you as your ears waited for the familiar sound of the door. The later it got, the more tempted to pick up your phone when the lock clicked. 

“Gods, it's fucking cold,” Steven whined; the shuts with an echoing force. You set your empty bowl down quickly, and you skyrocket out of your chair to embrace your partner.

“Hey Steven,” you pause your greeting; catching the upset look on his face and the silky white bits that covered his hair and shoulders. “Oh, what happened to you?”

“I was about to walk into the building, but of course, I was fumbling to get keys and didn’t notice how low the snow was dripping,” he grumbled, tugging at the remaining bits of snow from his hair and the scarf Layla had made them.  

“By the time I opened it, I already caught a bucket’s worth of snow,” he pouted, rubbing his hands together; desperate to generate any heat from them. 

“Aw, I’m sorry hon.,” you walked closer, clasping your hands around his to help warm them up.

“I was doing so well too,” his frown grew a little larger; his tired eyes looked more and more miserable. 

“I know, it happens to the best of us, sweetheart. Mother nature can be quite a fierce one.”

“I wish she wouldn’t.”

“Y’know, you kind of look like a little snow fairy, if that helps,” you add; earning a small snort for Steven. 

“I don't like being a snow fairy if it’s like this,” he answered, a little less gloomy than before. 

“C’mon, you guys practically dress like one to fight crime,” you jab, earning a hearty chuckle from him. 

“Marc says it’s not our choice,” he gently squeezes your hands.

“So then he agrees?” you raise you eyebrow and he shakes his head/

“He argues more like a ‘snow devil’ to our enemies.”

“Probably, but to me, you guys are my snow fairies,” you tease again, happy to see a genuine smile on his face. He only hums in response, swaying a small bit, a little flustered by the nickname. You take this moment to pull him closer, hugging him for the first time since he’s been home. Steven is quick to reciprocate, hugging you tight as you both stand there for a second. 

“Would you like a nice warm shower to feel better? I’ll make sure it stays warm in here so you don’t freeze to death for a second time,” you suggested, rubbing the lower middle part of his back soothingly. 

“Thank you, love,” he steals a cold kiss before properly putting away his bag and hanging his jacket. You take the time to turn up the heat, grabbing one of the few fluffy towels, and setting it in the bathroom. While there, you turned on the hot water, letting it heat to the temperature it was supposed to be. 

“All yours,” you move, to shift past him but he cups your face and kisses you. His lips are warmer than they were before 

“Thank you, again,” his eyes beam as Steven gives his signature goofy grin, before slinking into the bathroom. 

You bite your lip, your heart fluttering as you set yourself on the bed; a delighted grin on your face. The shower turns on and you can hear albeit very muffled the sigh of relief that leaves Steven. He sings a little cheer, at which you giggle before he continues the rest of his shower. The bed feels even softer than ever during this season, and you waste no time getting under the covers to finish off the rest of your wait. 

“Alright, I’m all set,” he glowed, much happier being able to feel fingers and the warmth from his clothes. 

“Hurry up and get under here before I take all the covers,” you jokingly tug them over your shoulders; watching Steven scramble to get into bed with you. He grabbed the covers and you let him take some of them until you were both comfortable enough. Steven reached over to the nightstand to grab his book, the one he’s been studying up on since the beginning of this week. You dropped your head to his shoulder so you could read as well, even though you’ve only picked up on parts he’s read to you. 

“Come closer,” Steven lifted up his arm, his hand beckoning you closer. You obliged him, of course, tucking yourself underneath his arm, and his hand resting on your hip.

“This better?”

“Absolutely,” he answered, kissing the top of your head. “So, much better than the cold,” he hummed as you grinned at him. 

“Glad I could help, sweetheart,” you kissed the underside of his jaw, catching his quiet sigh as he turned the page. 

As much as you wanted to enjoy the read with him, your body began to settle. The fight to keep your eyes open was useless, as they shut after the third long blink. The heat from him engulfed you; the darkness felt like a soft blanket, keeping you content and safe. The normal hum of the a.c. blurred into the background as you found yourself drifting away until you felt a small nudge. 

“Sleepy?” his voice was soft, enough so that if you had been any closer to sleep you probably wouldn’t have heard him. 

“You’re warm,” you mumbled surly, with your eyes still closed, “feels nice.” He chuckles, gently rubbing your shoulder before placing his book on top of the nightstand. He pulls you closer as he lays down fully, letting you rest on top of him. Tender hands rub your back, fingers sweetly tracing, luring you to sleep. His soothing was the added cherry on top, as you yawned, finally giving into the night. 

“Goodnight, snow fairy,” you manage to mumble out, as your mind floats away; your thoughts fading into the delicate embrace. Steven quietly beams at the name, delicately sketching a little heart over your back and rubbing over that area until you were fast asleep. 

“Goodnight, my love,” he grins, kissing the top of your head, closing his eyes, and dreaming of you both in the fluffy white snow.

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[mrslectermoriarty]

Headcanon Series #6 New because I wanted to update the original post but that shit wouldn’t let me, so I had to delete it.

Bradley Bradshaw grows up hearing story after story about his great father and when he starts speaking he asks questions about why his dad isn’t there and why they visit that stone all the time (it took Mav and Carole a whole minute to realise he meant Nick’s tombstone), so Mav sits him down one day and tells him with a surprisingly steady voice that his dad flew high enough to reach heaven and now he spends his time there, looking down them and whenever Bradley sees a jet in the sky, it’s his dad telling him how much he loves him. Bradley is barely four years old and that’s the only child-friendly version thing Pete can think of. He even draws a tiny F-14 on a sticky note and hands it to Bradley, telling him to look out for these. Bradley is delighted and starts drawing his own F-14s and with every year passing, he gets better and better. His first attempt finds its place on Nick’s grave, the second goes to Carole, then Pete gets one and by the end of the month the whole class of 86’ possesses Bradshaw-Artworks.

Bradley stops drawing after his fight with Pete and swears to never to touch a pencil again for that purpose but then Tom dies and Bradley deeply mourns his loss. He thinks back to the days when Pete had taken him in after his mother’s death and how Uncle Ice had been with them so often, he basically lived with them. His chest hurts with the thought of Pete having lost, what Bradley always had secretly been convinced was the love of his life and he thinks maybe he can make an exception for Tom. Because even if he despises Pete for pulling his papers, no one deserves to suffer this much alone.

So when Pete comes home from Tom’s funeral, he finds a folded piece of paper taped to his door and when he opens it, he is greeted with the sight of two quite good drawn F-14s, one coloured in silver and the other in red and blue. He frames the paper and hangs it on the wall across his bed, where it’s been hanging ever since.

I am no artist, as you may notice. This is just kinda how I imagined it to look like. Feel free to draw your own version; I’d love to see how your ideas turn out!

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[m-jelly]

Jelly! Hi, how are you today? :]

I have a request, Levi and Reader swapping hoodies right before he has to go on a trip to Marley. Maybe a few days he misses them and ends up calling them for a pillow talk. FLUUUUUUUUFFFFY

Thank you, Jelly. Have a wonderful day ^u^

@kenkopanda-art <3

So close and yet, so far.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, CEO Levi, fluff, romance, established couple, phone calls

Levi goes on a business trip to Marley for a few days. You both swap hoodies so you can keep something close you both wear a lot. However, the hoodies are not enough. Levi calls you and you talk for hours.

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Hushed sobs filled the room as you and Levi clung to each other before the front door. It was hard to let each other go, but it was needed. Levi had work to do and he was a busy man but he always made time for the love of his life.

With his strong hands, he cupped your face and gazed at you. "You're making me cry."

You whined a little. "Sorry."

He kissed away all your tears. "Don't be sorry for feeling, okay?"

"Yes."

He smiled before kissing you. "I love you so much. I will miss you, but we'll message every day and I'll call you at night. Deal?"

You sniffed a bit as you nodded. "Yes." You fixed his coat for him and kissed him over and over. "I love you. I'll keep in touch." You gasped and hurried to your room. "Wait!" You ran back with a bright smile. "My favourite hoodie. Take it with you."

Levi gently took your hoodie and inhaled deeply. "Mm, perfect." He opened his suitcase and put it in before taking out the hoodie he was planning on taking. "Here, this is my favourite."

You hugged it tightly. "I will treasure it forever."

"I'm only gone for four days and then I'll be back."

You smiled brightly. "Have a safe trip!"

He took his suitcase and waved to you. "See you soon!"

The journey was long and hard for Levi because you were not by his side. It'd been a while since he had travelled without you. The two of you were joined at the hip, but now you were not. He used to love being in a hotel room with you. He messaged you as soon as he got to his hotel, but the desire was strong to be with you.

When the second night came, he had enough. He hugged your hoodie tightly and grabbed his phone. He supported his phone on the bed and called you. He smiled a little as he waited for you. He lit up as soon as your face appeared on the screen.

Levi gasped in delight as he said your name. "Evening my darling love!"

You hummed a laugh. "Evening handsome." You climbed into bed and lay on your side. "Are you okay?"

"I missed you."

You welled up. "I miss you too!" You wiggled closer. "Other than missing me, is everything okay?"

He sighed. "No."

"No? What's wrong?"

He whined. "I miss you! I just miss you."

You blew him kisses. "I miss you too. I'm wearing your hoodie right now."

Levi lifted your hoodie up. "I have yours in bed with me."

"Levi?"

"Mm?"

You pouted. "Don't go away for a long time again, please?"

Levi chuckled. "I promise I won't. When I come home, I'm gonna squeeze you so hard and shower you in kisses."

"Me too!" You smiled a little. "So, how was your day?"

Levi unloaded everything that was going on with him and the things he'd been doing. He felt so much lighter telling you the things going on with him. He felt great at the end but a bit of guilt crept inside him when he realised he'd been talking so much.

He blushed a little. "S-Sorry, I've been talking your ear off."

"I asked. I love hearing you talk."

"Mm, thank you." He chuckled. "You're sweet to me."

"Because I love you and you're handsome."

Levi chuckled. "Thank you. I love you too. So, tell me about your day."

The two of you talked all night long until you fell asleep to the sound of each other's voices. When the sun rose in the morning, Levi was the first to wake up and see that the call was still going. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw your cute sleeping face. He adored waking up in the morning to you. Levi knew as he gazed at you that you were the woman he was going to marry.

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[gabessquishytum]

When Dream and Hob first started dating, at some point the subject of children comes up. Dream says something along the lines of he likes the idea of children, and is indifferent to the number of them, so long as he had the right partner to help him raise them. Hob sighs wistfully and says he’s always wanted a large family, and half-jokes that in an ideal world six or seven kids sounds perfect to him.

In that moment Dream, who is already deeply infatuated and quite easily sees raising a family with this man, suddenly and silently promises to himself that he’ll give Hob those six or seven kids happily.

Time goes on, they get married, and when Dream thinks the time is right he throws everything into getting pregnant. And he succeeds! It takes him by surprise how much he enjoys being pregnant, and obviously he enjoys how much Hob is excited and happy.

Dream doesn’t enjoy the birth so much, and is incredibly annoyed that apparently Hob wants him to do this five or six more times??? He’ll be lucky if Dream ever lets Hob touch him again!!

Of course he calms down once the baby is finally here, he’s too busy gazing rapturously at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. A close second is when he manages to tear his eyes away from the baby long enough to see the look of awe and joy on Hob’s face.

Even exhausted and still a little in pain, it takes everything in Dream to not immediately demand Hob to give him another baby right this instant. As it is, Dream waits the exact bare minimum amount of time for his body to recover before jumping Hob to get started on baby #2. And so on with #3 and #4 and #5…

Hob doesn’t really remember exactly what he said during that conversation about kids at the start of their relationship, he’s just increasingly thrilled and delighted as the years go by and their brood of children slowly increases. He doesn’t realize that his husband had a goal in mind until soon after they brought baby #6 home. The two were contentedly watching their children sleep when Dream turned to Hob and said “We’ve finally reached the six children you always wanted. Do you think that’s enough, or should we try for one more? I’m happy either way.” Hob suddenly remembered that conversation, started feeling incredibly emotional, and dragged his wonderful beloved husband to bed.

And that’s how baby #7 was conceived after all😁

-🪽anon

This is so pure OK 🥺 love Dream deciding that he'll do anything for Hob but also that he continues feeling the same way and wanting to do it?? Adorable.

And Hob must be both extremely pleased but also a little puzzled by the fact that Dream seems to be on a baby making schedule! He knows that Dream genuinely enjoys his pregnancies and that he seems to want a large family, but it does sometimes seem like Dream is counting up to something?? Hob privately jokes to himself that Dream is trying to make a whole football team.

Well, not quite. Enough for a 7-aside game, though! Hob is so emotional (and horny) that Dream did all of that hard work for him. He would've settled for one or two, or even none at all if Dream hadn't wanted children. But instead they have their big, loud, wonderful brood and it's all down to Dream’s love and generosity.

.....and perhaps a healthy helping of breeding and pregnancy kink from both of them. Hob has certainly been extremely appreciative of Dream throughout every single one of his pregnancies. He hasn't wanked so much since he was a teen (he's not the kind of husband to bother his pregnant partner for sex when he's napping/having a migraine/puking/nursing the last baby he popped out). They've had clandestined fucks in every single room while the kids are briefly napping, and even their non sexual intimacy has been amazing. Hob just wants to hold Dream as much as he'll allow.

He has to agree with his past self. Seven IS a good number.

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy

[fourmula1]

summer of cum day 7: multiple orgasms

(previous days)

max/daniel. 839 words. depressed omega daniel universe. for @accidentalf1stan, who is depressed omega daniel's biggest champion ♥

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Daniel really didn’t know if he’d ever get here again.

Get to a place where not only would he want sex with his alpha again, but to where he could come, and come again.

And again.

Max has worked two intense orgasms out of him already with just his mouth and his fingers and Daniel is trembling with the anticipation and desperation of more. Since his meds started helping they’ve been a lot more sexually active and Daniel’s grateful for it; for the closeness and security it brings to their bond, for the ability to please his alpha, for the satisfaction he never thought he’d feel again after being knotted by Max.

They’d started slow, just simple, easy sex to test the waters and see how Daniel felt about it emotionally, now that his body had the desire again.

Max had been gentle, sweet, good to him the whole time and not pushed too hard. Never too hard. Just enjoyed taking care of his omega without overwhelming Daniel.

Now, though, Daniel’s sex drive is fully online again and he’s taken with just how good it is to come for his alpha, to show his alpha he’s doing a good job. Daniel whines high in his throat as Max’s fingers ease out of him after his second orgasm – good, but not enough. Not full enough.

“Please,” Daniel whimpers, feeling that lonesome pit in his stomach at the loss of his alpha’s touch. Between his legs, Max pushes up onto his hands and knees, grins at Daniel as he nudges Daniel’s legs that much winder to fit between them.

“Please what?” Max asks, and Daniel can feel Max’s delight. Can feel how happy Max is to be connecting with Daniel, to be re-strengthening their mating bond, to touch Daniel like this again.

“I want your knot,” Daniel whines, catching himself off guard by just how deeply true it is. Since they started having sex again Daniel’s always been happy to have Max inside of him, to feel their connection, but he’s a little taken right now with just how much he wants it. He hasn’t felt desire like this in months. Max has wrung two orgasms out of him already and Daniel still wants more.

“Oh my god,” Max pants, pulling a full lip between his teeth as he nudges Daniel’s knees back to spread him wider, wider still. Daniel can feel how wet he is; slick and messy and it sends a thrill up his spine to know, to know, he’s everything that Max desires.

“Knot me,” Daniel says, reaching down between them to curl his hand around Max’s dick, stroke him a few times, tug to get the point across. “Max, please, I need it,” he says, babbling now until he watches Max nod and feels Max press against him, press his dick inside in a smooth, deep grind.

Gasping, Daniel arches his back as his dick twitches against his belly, still hard despite Max making him come twice. He shivers through a little mini orgasm, dick dribbling a little against his belly as Max hooks his elbows under Daniel’s knees and folds his legs back, folds him in half to fuck him hard and deep.

Daniel can only cling to Max, head tossed back as Max fucks him, moaning for his alpha. He hasn’t had this in so long and he can’t help but to just ride out the feeling. He can’t do anything but take what Max has to give him, feels himself simmering under, floaty, warm, happy, both so deeply in and out of his body at the same time.

Daniel can feel Max’s knot and the way it grows, the way Max has to push a little harder now until finally he locks into place. When he feels Max come inside him, deep and satisfying every omega desire he has, Daniel comes too – again – not even hearing himself and the involuntary little omega coos he lets out as Max fills him.

When he’s through the intensity of it all, coming back to himself out of his omega fog, there’s Max safely on top of him, inside of him, stroking through Daniel’s sweaty curls and pressing kisses over his cheek and nose, nuzzling in. Daniel blinks up at him and can’t help the soft little ‘oh’ he whimpers when he sees the tears welled in Max’s pretty blue eyes.

“I haven’t heard you do that in so long,” Max says, as he leans in to press a kiss to Daniel’s lips. “I missed it, missed you, like this,” he says as he tucks his head down and nuzzles into Daniel’s neck to graze his teeth over the mating mark there. Daniel clings to Max, shivering at the pressure against his mark, feels overwhelmed with it all.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Daniel whispers as he closes his eyes. Max has been the most patient, loving, kind alpha Daniel’s never felt he deserved.

Max’s warm, deep alpha rumble against his chest is all the answer Daniel needs.

#summerofcum2023 #maxiel #depressed omega daniel #my ficlet

[fantastic-nonsense]

absolutely obsessed with how Kanej is a friends-to-lovers relationship where their broken pieces fit together and complement each other in a way that is nearly impossible to achieve with anyone else in their lives

We get several fun little tidbits of Kaz and Inej's pre-canon relationship sprinkled throughout the books, and it's honestly fascinating how Bardugo did the best she could to scream "they're best friends!" without outright saying so.

We know that Kaz gave Inej her first knife and personally trained her ("Kaz taught her to crack a safe, pick a pocket, wield a knife"). We know that Inej regularly spent time in Kaz's room doing everything from giving reports while watching him casually undress (lol) to lounging on his windowsill while he worked. We know they stole the DeKappel together. The literal second chapter of SoC mentions that they "spent weeks" playing Buzzfeed Unsolved about the Exchange murder case. And we get these delightful throwaway lines too:

In nearly two years of battling side by side with Kaz, of late-night scheming, impossible heists, clandestine errands, and harried meals of fried potatoes and hutspot gobbled down as they rushed from one place to another, this was the first time she had touched him skin to skin, without the barrier of gloves or coat or shirtsleeve. -Ch. 28, SoC

Kaz had rescued her from that hopelessness, and their lives had been a series of rescues ever since, a string of debts that they never tallied as they saved each other again and again. -Ch. 4, CK

But I’m here now, he thought wildly. He had carried her, fought beside her, spent whole nights next to her, both of them on their bellies, peering through a long glass, watching some warehouse or merch’s mansion. This was nothing like that. -Ch. 26, CK

Like...they're besties, y'all. Inej became the one constant in Kaz's life and she gets him on a level that no one else does. Meanwhile, Kaz manages to always see Inej even though she's crafted her entire persona on being invisible. Jesper may be Kaz's brother and Nina may be Inej's sister but Kaz and Inej are each other's best friend, and the bond of all those shared experiences are a big part why they fall in love with each other.

That bond also deeply informs how they interact with each other throughout the books. Kaz and Inej are in some ways custom-built for yearning and pining and loving from a distance because of their pasts and mutual trauma, and there aren't very many other people who could understand how that trauma affects them and what healing looks like. The reciprocity of that understanding and the allowances they give each other because of it is a genuine rarity that I don't think many people appreciate, especially in a relationship weighed down by that much mutual baggage.

Kaz can't touch skin and Inej often walks on metaphorical eggshells due to the fear of her skin being touched. And while their trauma comes from dramatically different places, they both react to it similarly: by becoming "untouchable," keeping most people at a distance, and laser-focusing on a personal goal. Even their PTSD manifests in similar ways: Kaz physically and psychologically feels like he's drowning when he's triggered, but Inej dissociates and retreats inside herself, drowning within her own mind.

But as traumatized as they both are, as angry and stubborn and mean as they can both be with each other, they're each other's safe harbor in a very lonely and dangerous world that dealt them both a shitty hand; relying on and trusting each other helped keep them afloat and alive. So they're willing to let each other go even if it kills them inside, because they have too much personal respect for each other and themselves to do anything different...but they're willing to fight for each other too, and that's what makes them click in a way that would be insanely difficult to accomplish with any other person.

Kaz and Inej don't really want to become more whole for each other, though that's part of it, but they absolutely want to become more whole because of each other. They want each other, physically and emotionally. They can't necessarily have each other at first because of their mutual trauma, but they're also both willing to a) fight for the chance to be together and b) give each other the space, time, and freedom to heal on their own terms, because they both fundamentally respect the other as a person and friend...which is the solid foundation that enables them to eventually come together and succeed as a couple.

Anyway nothing says "this ship is for yearning" like the boy who can't stand physical touch and the girl who escaped from sex slavery, both of whom are deeply traumatized by their pasts but see each other as bringing safety and magic into their world. We simply have no choice but to stan.

#AND HERE'S PART 2 OF THE MASSIVE META I HAD TO SPLIT UP #in which I wax poetic over Kanej AGAIN #(also the more I think about the tiny breadcrumbs bardugo left for us the more obsessed I become over pre-canon!Kanej) #six of crows #crooked kingdom #long post #soc meta #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #otp: on the seas and in the city

[hongcherry]

can i get uhhh one short seungkwan ice cream fluff :thinking emoji:

melting for you || bsk

"An impromptu ice cream date with your friend, Seungkwan, ends unexpectedly."

🍦 Paring: friend!Seungkwan x Reader (gn)

🍦 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-13; Fluff, friends to lovers

🍦 Warnings: None! (but ofc lmk if I missed something)

🍦 Word Count: 1k

🍦 Author's Note: Order up! Thanks, anon 😉 We're going to ignore how late this is lol. Happy first Boo Seungkwan fic on my blog woo &lt;333 (also, if there are parts that make this non-gn, plz lmk!)

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“Chocolate again?” A teasing snicker erupted behind you. 

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Despite this, you peered over your shoulder to show your friend the best eye roll known to humanity. 

Seungkwan laughed, not affected by your sassy response. 

“Why change something that’s already good?” you argued. 

“To be adventurous,” he replied and stepped closer. 

You kept eye contact with him when he neared. The rapid beating of your heart was a dead giveaway of how you’ve grown to like him as more than a friend. 

Seungkwan leaned in as he whispered in your ear, blonde hair tickling your cheek, “Maybe you should try something new with me.”

The sentence was simplistic. It had no foul language and wasn’t alluding to anything inappropriate, yet your brain thought otherwise. Try something new as in cross the friendship line you had drawn in your head? It surely would be an adventure, but you weren’t sure if it would be a delightful one or a dreadful one. Dreadful if the feelings aren't reciprocated.

Seungkwan’s chuckle broke you from your thoughts. He stepped back, and you inhaled deeply, not noticing how you had held your breath. 

“I’m more comfortable with things I already know,” you mumbled, turning around in hopes he didn’t see how flustered you were. 

“Sorry,” you said to the cashier you ended up ignoring. “Do I pay here?”

The cashier smiled and shook their head. “It’s been paid for already. You can just wait over there until it’s done.”

You furrowed your brows. You definitely did not pay yet. You opened your mouth to protest, but Seungkwan’s voice stopped yours. 

“Can I get a double green tea scoop, please?”

Then you realized. 

It was he who paid for it. It had to be. 

You stared at your friend with accusing eyes as he completed his order. He must have done that when he cornered you earlier. That sly little—

“Scoot over, silly,” Seungkwan said playfully, ignoring your glare and leading you to the side so the next customers could order. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you huffed. 

Seungkwan shrugged and slipped his wallet back into his pants pocket. 

“You tell me that too many times,” he sighed. 

“That’s because you pay for me too many times,” you explained. 

Seungkwan smiled, grabbing both your ice creams that were done. He handed you yours and guided you to an empty table. 

“And every time I’ll tell you the same thing: I do it because I want to,” he said before taking a spoonful of his ice cream into his mouth. 

Before you could argue again, he shook his head and gestured to your melting dessert. 

“Don’t waste my money. Eat your ice cream.” Although his words could be seen as harsh, his teasing tone told you he wasn’t mad at all. 

You watched him for a second longer before obliging. You’ve already tried the flavor before, yet it still tasted just as amazing as the first time. 

Seungkwan observed you silently as he ate his ice cream, a small smile on his lips. 

You noticed his lingering gaze and suddenly felt shy. 

“Did you want some?” you asked, holding out your ice cream cup to him. 

“Might as well try it since you always get this. I hope it doesn’t disappoint,” he commented and scooped some up in his spoon. 

You eyed him while he consumed the treat. His lips curled upward as he pulled the spoon from his lips—lips which you found yourself staring at a little too long. 

“It’s good,” he reviewed, “but good enough to get it every time?”

For the second time that day, you rolled your eyes, earning another laugh from Seungkwan that had your skin heat despite the chilly treat you were eating. 

You pushed down the warm feelings that kept resurfacing in your chest for the next twenty minutes. Seungkwan spoke about his recent get-together with his friends, but frankly, you weren’t listening as well as you should’ve been. 

By the time Seungkwan walked you to your car, you were peering anywhere but at him. You had hoped your flickering gazes went unnoticed by Seungkwan, but that was wishful thinking.

“You’ve been acting strange today,” he said.

“How so?” you wondered, eyes squinting from the bright sun. Seungkwan smiled softly and adjusted himself so you could see him easier.

“You seem…distracted,” he commented.

“I just have too many thoughts up here,” you replied, a finger tapping on your head.

Seungkwan chuckled, “Am I in one of them?”

“I-in one of what?” you questioned while gazing down at the keys in your hands.

“Your thoughts.”

You sputtered as you tried to speak a coherent sentence. In the end, you simply answered, “No.”

Seungkwan’s mouth dropped slightly in a silent “ah.” It was obvious he did not believe you, but to keep what little sanity you had, you imagined he did.

“Can I do something?” Seungkwan asked. 

Your sight moved back to him, eyebrows knitting together at his sudden request. Seungkwan took a small step closer and carefully raised a hand to your cheek. Although you weren’t sure what he was going to do initially, you had a pretty good idea about it now.

“Yes,” you answered.

Seungkwan’s smile was the last thing you saw before you shut your eyes. His lips on yours were soft. If your heart was jogging at the mere sound of his laughter, it was now sprinting from the simple kiss.

Seungkwan was the first to pull away. You were left a little dazed–half tempted to pinch yourself in case it was a dream.

“Am I in your thoughts now?” he smirked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“You never left,” you confessed quietly.

Seungkwan grinned, a thumb brushing your lower lip as he replied. “I know.”

If it weren’t for him leaning in for another kiss, you would’ve combatted his smugness with a clever comeback. However, that would have to wait for another time. 

Why was the mint ice cream so good at poker?

Because it had so many chips.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 5,728 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, also featuring Shane Walsh Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the quarry Warnings: Summary: After the attack on the camp and Y/N's injuries, the group tries to move forward and decisions need to be bad. A/N: This is part of a miniseries! WOOOO! A/N: The patron and requester for this fic is the lovely goddess @winchestershiresauce so thank her for her amazing generosity! Without her, this wouldn't exist. Plus, she's delightful.

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What woke you up from your unconsciousness wasn’t the daylight bleeding through your eyelids, orange and hot, and it wasn’t even the pounding reverberating through your head. It was the sudden, overwhelming need to vomit.

You shot up to your feet, realizing within a tenth of a second that you were in Dale’s RV, and you rocketed yourself over to the cramped commode, falling to your knees hard and heaving into the toilet. Not that there really was much in there to start with, but whatever had been in your stomach came out… You gasped and wiped your mouth, straightening up on your knees and half-falling back out into the narrow aisle.

You could feel someone nearby and when you glanced over, Daryl was there, standing a mere foot away and looking down at you with a deeply furrowed brow.

“Great,” you said, wiping the sweat from your brow with a shaky hand. “I’m glad someone got to see that…” you murmured, trying to stand up. Your skin was clammy and your forehead was beaded up with sweat along your hairline.

Daryl moved to gently take your elbow and you gave him a questioning look, pressing your other hand to your head, which seemed to throb even more intensely as you got to your feet. His fingers disappeared the next moment. “How’re ya feelin’?” he drawled as you made your way gingerly back to the bed and sank down on the edge of it.

You let out a dry laugh. “You just watched me puke my guts out and you’re asking me how I’m feeling?” You rubbed your hands over your face and pressed the pad of your forefingers over your eyes. “I feel like a million bucks,” you said sarcastically.

Maybe it was the darkness from covering your eyes, but you suddenly realized what had been happening when you’d somehow ended up unconscious. The last thing you remembered was that massive walker bearing down on you. Your brain seemed to catch up in a whir. It all came back in a rush and you shot to your feet again, gripping the corner of the fake wood paneled wall. “You’re—you’re back,” you said to Daryl, your eyes round and wide. You wanted to reach for him but you suddenly remembered how distant he’d been since that day you’d asked him to the reservoir—surely, he didn’t want that. You stopped yourself. “What about everyone else? Everyone else who went to Atlanta?”

Daryl gulped. “Fine. We made it back right when everythin’ was goin’ to shit here. And we got the guns.”

“Merle?” you asked, one of your eyebrows lifting in a question.

But Daryl ducked his head and that was all the answer you needed.

You gripped harder to the wall. “Fuck… I’m so sorry, Daryl.” You’d meant to say more but another wave of nausea hit you and you concentrated on not letting it overtake you. You sank back down on the edge of the bed and shut your eyes, sitting perfectly still for a long moment.

“Merle’s prob’ly dead,” Daryl’s gruff voice said suddenly. “We didn’t find him, exactly, but based on what we did find… it ain’t good.” Your eyes lifted and met his, your brow knit. You were no fan of Merle, but Daryl was amazed at how genuinely sad you looked.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” you said again. You suddenly had another flashback of that horde of walkers wandering out of the trees and you pushed yourself over to the nearest window, looking out at a scene which looked strangely deserted compared to normal. There were dark stains in the dirt and gravel. Your stomach twisted and your heart plummeted to a new low. “How—” You didn’t know which question to ask. “Who—? The kids?” Camp was so still and so quiet. The throbbing in your skull was dulled as your anxiety rose.

“Little ones are all fine but we lost fifteen,” Daryl drawled softly. “Ed. Though that ain’t no loss. But Amy… That teenager, Vargas. A lot more I didn’t even know...”

The number hit you like a punch in the stomach and you leaned back away from the window. Fifteen. “Jesus…” You squeezed your eyes shut again but it seemed to conjure the sounds from that night and you found yourself gripping onto the quilt hard. Your hair stood on end. You could smell the rotting flesh and the coppery tang of blood in the air. You had no idea that blood had a smell and a taste in the air if there was a lot of it spilt. That wasn’t something you would ever have had to learn until this nightmare. Your throat constricted and your breathing picked up as your heart raced. You could hear the screams again. You could hear the growls. Your ears rang with the gunshots.

Daryl was watching form a distance as your face paled and you seemed to be heaving in terrified breaths. “Hey—Y/N—”

You didn’t respond. You seemed far away, inside yourself, your eyes still shut.

“Y/N!” He gripped your shoulder and suddenly you were jerked back into the present, and Daryl was bending down to look in your eyes. “S’okay,” he said. “Yer okay.”

There was hardly a beat for you to process anything before you were interrupted. Daryl spun at the sound of footsteps on the RV stairs. Shane appeared at the other end of the long aisle and Daryl clenched his teeth together and stepped back, sitting down again where he’d been keeping vigil while you were out.

“Thought I heard ya’ll talkin’ in here,” Shane said. He had a smirk on his face that you hadn’t seen since Rick had come back… “Shit, it’s good to see you vertical,” he said to you. “How’s that head of yours doing, girl? You musta smacked it pretty good when ol’ Cletus timbered down on ya.”

“Cletus?” you repeated, aghast but actually faintly amused. “Don’t tell me you named that thing?” you said, feeling queasy at just the thought of the massive putrid heap of flesh that had come down straight on you, slamming the back of your head into the gravel.

“Well,” Shane shrugged, scratching at the stubble on his face. “Not officially.”

You shook your head at him, but he only smiled back at you.

“Now, really, how’re ya feeling?” he asked again, more seriously, moving partially down the aisle toward you. “You sure as shit gave us all a good scare. Took us more than a minute to find you.”

“You just missed me yacking by about a minute, so I’m doing peachy…” you said.

He gave you a sympathetic look. “C’mon. Let’s get you some water and some fresh air, hmm?” Shane said. “And I can tell ya all about what a goddamned wild woman you were with that rifle last night. We woulda lost more if ya hadn’t been here, that’s for damn sure.”

“Maybe ya should just rest and take it easy—” Daryl started, his expression a bit dark.

“I’m okay,” you said, standing again. “Some air sounds good actually.” You hoped that even the hint of a breeze would help stop you from getting sick again. The RV was a bit warm and stagnant.

Daryl was suddenly on his feet a little abruptly, almost stepping in your way in the aisle. “Y/N, ya got a concussion… And ya just—” he’d almost mentioned the flashback you just had but stopped himself in front of Shane, not wanting to display what was deeply your business. “Ya should—”

You avoided his eyes. It wasn’t lost on you how he suddenly seemed like his old self, the one who was teaching you to shoot a bow and who had wanted to meet you down by the reservoir at sunset. But his concern now didn’t erase the fact that he’d acted the way he had. You felt like you had whiplash from all these behavior swings. “I’ll be fine,” you said, slipping past him, nearly brushing against his body with yours.

The muscle in his jaw twitched as you headed toward Shane.

Shane extended a hand to you when you reached the stairs and you were grateful as he steadied you. Your legs felt a bit shaky.

Daryl watched you accept his hand with a wave of something cold and sharp and deeply unsettled washing over him.

Outside, you were grateful for the movement of the humid air. Shane dropped your hand and adjusted the shoulder strap of the rifle he was carrying. He headed in the direction of the water barrel and you followed along beside him. He filled a clean mason jar for you and you thanked him before drinking deeply. The water was surprisingly cool and you felt better as soon as you’d taken the first sip.

Still feeling a little weak and unsteady, you sat down on a nearby upturned round of wood. Shane was watching you carefully with a thoughtful look on his face. “What?” you asked him, noticing. “Listen, don’t stare at me just because I’m a hot mess,” you laughed dryly.

He let out an amused exhale and shook his head. “It isn’t that. Besides, you wear the dirt well,” he said with a half-smile. You felt your cheeks color a little and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t forget about the rotten walker juice. I’m sure there’s some of that,” you said, glancing down at your soiled clothes. “I should get cleaned up down at the quarry.”

Shane nodded. “If you’re gonna do that, I’ll head down there with you. After last night, I ain’t eager to have anybody goin’ anywhere alone. Especially not somebody walking around with a head injury. God forbid ya pass out in the water and drown. We’ve lost too many already,” he said seriously. You watched a shadow cover his face.

“You’re angry. With Rick?” you asked him, refilling the glass jar with more water from the barrel.

He sighed heavily and stared down at his boots, resting his rifle across his knees. “I don’t know what to be at Rick. On the one hand, we may have lost fewer people if they’d all been here. Or we may have had some advanced warning. But on the other,” he took a deep breath and looked back over the remaining tents, “they came in with all those guns blazing and if we hadn’t had that fire power it may have been worse. I don’t know what the hell to think.” You watched his jaw muscle tense as he clenched his teeth and glanced back down at the rifle across his knees.

You nodded, swallowing another cool gulp of water. “Sometimes there is no right answer,” you said.

Shane looked back at you and his eyes stayed fixed on your face for a long moment while he nodded. “Yeah… seems to be even more true now that everything has gone to hell.”

The nausea seemed to have passed, but you were suddenly overcome with exhaustion and your vision blurred concerningly at the edges. “Oof,” you muttered, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing a hand to your head. “I think I need to lie down again…”

Shane was immediately on his feet and at your side. “Come on. I’ll help you back to your tent.”

“Thanks…”

As you walked shoulder to shoulder, you could feel him looking over at you again and you gave him yet another questioning look.

“I’m really glad you’re alright,” Shane said. “You scared the shit out of us when we couldn’t find you. Then Daryl hauled that big son of a bitch off you and there you were. For another moment we all thought the worst… I’m glad it wasn’t.”

You focused on the sound of your shoes on the gravel. “Yeah… me too. But we still lost a lot,” you said sadly, a slightly sick feeling returning in the very pit of your stomach.

“Yeah…” Shane agreed. “And we’re gonna have to do somethin’ about that. I don’t think it’s safe here anymore. Seems like those big groups are starting to run out of food in the city. They’re gonna be wandering out of there more and more,” he thought aloud. He sighed. “But don’t worry about that now. You get some rest, alright? Take care of that head of yours.”

You nodded, reaching for the zipper on the tent flap. “Thanks. I will.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

You still didn’t feel quite right when you woke up the next morning, having surprised yourself by sleeping through the entire afternoon the day before and the whole night without waking once. You had no idea that Daryl had been anxiously pacing around camp almost the whole night. Rick and Lori had noticed his worry and tried to calm his fears about your condition and he seemed either abashed or somewhat pacified and had finally gone back to sit at his own fire, ceasing his wandering.

You dug out a clean pair of clothes and found your small mirror in your bag, raising it to inspect your reflection. Your hair was a mess and you had some remaining dark circles under your eyes, not to mention a sheen of grime and sweat that you couldn’t wait to wash off at the quarry. A brisk dip and clean up would serve you well. Maybe it would remedy the cloud of grief and horror that still clung to you like a fine dust, but you doubted it. You dragged a brush hastily through the tangles in your hair to smooth it some and tugged your boots on before stepping out of your tent and into the morning sun.

The camp was still quiet, but the faint sounds of cooking told you that at least Carol was up. You wandered over to see her and Sophia at their little fire circle. Carol was stirring something in a cast iron skillet and looked up as you approached.

“Hi,” you greeted her, giving Sophia a tight smile. “Listen… Carol—I just—I wanted to say I’m… I heard what happened to Ed. And I’m sorry for your loss,” you managed. In most ways, you weren’t, but you felt it needed to be said. She avoided your eyes and continued her cooking.

“Thanks for saying so,” she said. It was if she understood exactly what you’d meant, able to read between the lines. “I’m glad you’re okay. We were worried,” she said, offering you a smile and looking back up at you. “How are you feeling today? Daryl said you had a pretty good concussion to be unconscious that long. He was worried sick about you,” she said, giving the cast iron skillet another hearty stir.

Your brow furrowed reflexively at this comment. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I’m gonna head down to the quarry and wash up. I think that will help me feel less…. ugh,” you said with a dry laugh.

“Well, don’t go by yourself,” she said, giving you a worried look. “Those things—walking right into camp. There are probably more around. I think Daryl was up if you want to ask him.”

“Right. Yeah, I’ll find someone to. Breakfast smells delicious by the way,” you said, giving her another warm smile.

“It’ll be all ready by the time you’re back.” She gave you another tight smile and you looked up across the tents and could see a spiral of smoke rising from the Dixon camp. You were conflicted, just standing there for a moment, but turned when you heard heavy boots on gravel and spun to see Shane walking up. You almost felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to discover which version of Daryl you were going to get today.

“Yer up,” Shane said. “I was thinkin’ it was probably about time I barge into your tent and check for signs of life if I didn’t see you soon.”

“Yeah, I guess I needed the rest. Hey—you wouldn’t mind, uhh, chaperoning me down to the quarry so I can get cleaned up, would you?”

Shane adjusted his hat and rested his shotgun on his shoulder. “Not at all. You ready now?”

“Just need to grab my towel and stuff,” you said.

“Alright. Then let’s roll,” he said.

You led the way back to your tent and grabbed your small bag, hurriedly shoving your clean clothes, and toiletries into it. You grabbed your towel. “Okay. Ready.”

Shane nodded and started down the path that led to the water. “You, uhh, ya just gonna strip down and dive in right on that part of the beach we cleared or what?” he asked, a faint smile on his face.

You laughed a little nervously. “Uhh… no. If anyone came down the hill, they could have quite the view. I’d rather not treat Dale or someone to a free show.”

Shane laughed. “Oof. Dale,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. “That’s a thought.”

“Yeah, not one I want to linger on,” you said laughing again. “There’s just a spot around a little prominence of trees that’s more private. It’s where I usually go.”

“And you’re just gonna trust me with this secret skinny-dipping spot?” Shane said. “Who’s to say I’ll keep my back turned and my eyes shut? And how am I supposed to be a good look out if my damn eyes are closed?”

You looked at him in surprise again but couldn’t help laughing as he gave you a warm look, clearly waiting on your reaction to his flirting. Part of you was still sick over the losses and nightmare of the other night, but another part of you was rejoicing at this moment of normalcy and distraction, especially from someone who looked like Shane. “Well,” you shrugged, “you only have to keep your eyes shut when I’m changing and getting in and out. I’ll be quick.”

He licked his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth for a brief moment, his eyes bright. “Don’t be too quick now. How the hell am I supposed to get a good look?” he joked. You cocked an eyebrow at him. The two of you had flirted a little before, but never this blatantly. Sure, occasionally when he was teaching you to shoot, he’d put a hand on the small of your back, or on your shoulder and it would linger just a little longer than it needed to. But it never really came to anything more than that. “So, you really are here just because you’re trying to see me naked,” you accused him playfully with a half-smile.

He looked slightly stunned for a moment and then let out a hearty laugh, before rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Well… yes. Yes, I am,” he drawled with a smile.

You ducked your eyes, still smiling to yourself and sure that your face was flushing. You knew he was hung up on Lori, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that the two of them had been sneaking around when they both thought Rick was dead... You weren’t stupid. But you weren’t interested in a love affair. That wasn’t what this was. This was a little… harmless fun and distraction. “Uh huh. I knew it,” you said, glancing back up at him. “Play your cards right and maybe you will.” He smiled back at you and there was something heartening in it. “Now, come on. I’m filthy,” you said, leading the way down toward the water.

He let out a deep laugh and eyed the curves of your body as you walked in front of him. “Don’t tease me, girl. Or you’ll see what happens.” You glanced back at him over your shoulder.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” That earned you another heated look from him and only made you smile more widely.

Once you were reassured that there weren’t any walkers around, you made Shane turn around while you disrobed and left your dirty clothes in a pile at the water’s edge, along with your bag and towel. You dug out your shampoo and walked in, your feet squishing into the silty, sandy layer at the edge before it turned to stones. The water was cold beneath the top layer that had warmed in the sun and you quickly submerged yourself and broke the surface again, pushing your hair back. You were concealed in the deep greenness. “Alright,” you called to Shane. “You can turn around now.”

He spun, shotgun in hand and watched as you lazily drifted in the water. “How’s it feel?”

You breathed in a satisfied breath and sighed. “Amazing. A bit cold,” you replied.

“You want me to come in there and warm you up?” Shane said, his eyebrows lifting and that same smirk on his face.

“Who will keep me safe then?” you asked him. “You’d have to leave that shotgun on the bank.”

“Nah, c’mon, girl. I’m fast. I could be outta that water and have that gun in my hands way faster than one of those dead assholes could get from cover to us. Besides, who says I need the gun. You ain’t ever gonna be safer than right next to me,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Just—stay there and make sure I don’t die, okay?” you laughed. Shane playfully rolled his eyes and pretended to be annoyed, but went about his watch duties good-naturedly. Though, of course, you were aware that his eyes seemed to be on you far more than they were on the trees. And it was possible that you may have been using being wet and naked to your advantage. Once you had thoroughly washed up, you glanced up at him again. “Alright. Turn around,” you said, starting to swim toward shallower water.

“Sure. Whatever you say,” he said. His accent seemed particularly thick and you liked the way it sounded.

“Hang on—” your eyes landed on the spot where you’d left your belongings at the edge of the water. “Shane!”

“Hmm? I’m not lookin’!”

“Shane! Give me my towel!” you laughed, aghast.

“Your towel? Shit. Ya know, I haven’t seen it,” he said, casually nudging your bag and towel back into view from near his feet. “Oh. Would you look at that,” he said with a grin. “It’s right here.”

You cocked your head and gave him a sassy look. “Shane. You better bring me that damn towel right now.”

“Or what? You gonna come and get it?” he grinned.

You tried hard to suppress a smile, but ending up only biting your bottom lip. He laughed and relented, bringing your bag and towel back to the water’s edge and laying them down.

You took the opportunity to splash a good amount of water onto him and laughed at the look on his face.

“Dammit, girl, you better get yer ass out here right now or I’m comin’ in!”

You swam back into deeper water, still grinning. “I’d like to see that.”

Shane only shook his head at you and turned his back again. “Alright, hurry up and get yer ass out here. I promise I won’t look…”

You laughed lightly and quickly toweled off before pulling on some clean clothes. You felt a hundred times better and your head was clearer. The welcome distraction of Shane had also improved your mood. “Okay,” you said, running your hair through your fingers. “All good.”

Shane turned and gave you a long look, biting his bottom lip and not hiding the fact that he was looking you up and down. “I guess we should head back. I’m sure you could use some food.”

You shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.” Your cheeks warmed on their own from the intense look he was giving you.

“…ya guess?” he repeated, grinning at you and rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “You got some other idea?”

You shrugged. “Maybe… I don’t know.” Your body temperature seemed to be rising with every passing moment.

“Which is it, ‘maybe’ or you ‘don’t know’? ‘Cuz those are two different answers.” He started walking toward you and you playfully backed up with each step he took, until you felt the broad trunk of a tree behind you and let out a small surprised noise.

“It’s—it’s maybe,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes.

Shane licked his lips, pausing for a moment to drink in the sight of you. Your hair was sending little droplets down onto your shirt, peppering the light, billowy cotton. He leaned down to rest the shotgun against a fallen tree. “That is the right answer,” he said. He leaned one palm against the tree trunk so you were almost caged beneath his body and his other hand landed on your hip.

Your smile widened.

“Lemme ask you somethin’,” he said in his smooth drawl. “Were you teasin’ me on purpose that whole time you were just in the water? Because I felt like I was bein’ played with.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Maybe…”

And then he gave you one more appreciative smile before his lips were on yours. His grip on your hip tightened and his body pressed into yours. You didn’t even notice the roughness of the tree bark at your back as his hands slipped down to graze your thighs. You bit his bottom lip and kissed him more deeply, your heart pounding. Your fingers ran through his thick hair and explored the hardness of his body. You disappeared into the moment as his mouth moved to your neck and your collarbone and down your chest.

Soon the two of you were all breathy smiles, tugging away layers of clothing and sinking more deeply into one another in a hurried way, like two school kids stealing away to make out under the bleachers. Shane was heated and strong and deliberate in his movements and for a time the reality of what had happened two nights ago and what the world now was completely disappeared as both of you simply enjoyed escaping into the sensations and enjoyment of one another.

Coming down from your highs, gasping for breath, you hastily smoothed your hair and both collected your clothes, cheeks flushed and coy smiles painted on. Shane gave you a warm look as he collected his shotgun again and watched you comb through your hair, your chest and cheeks still pink. “How come we haven’t done this before now?” he asked you, a half-smile on his face.

You shrugged, adjusting your shirt. “I guess I didn’t have an itch that needed scratching that badly before now. Besides, I think you were a little distracted…” You gave him a pointed, knowing look. He ducked his head and ran a hand back through his hair. You didn’t say that you’d also been distracted with Daryl, but now that it seemed obvious he wasn’t interested in the way you were—

“Yeah…” he laughed dryly. He cleared his throat and tilted his head toward the path that lead back up to camp. “We should get back. After that, I’m starving,” he smiled.

You nodded. “Me too, actually.”

About halfway back, he glanced over at you. “Listen… maybe later tonight you should come by,” he said. “Or—was that all the scratchin’ your itch needed?”

You considered him for a moment and smiled. “A little more couldn’t hurt,” you said, giving him a warm smile. He nodded and seemed glad about your response.

Reality slammed back into you quickly once you were back at camp. Conversation was tense as Rick and Shane disagreed about what next steps should be taken for the safety of the group. You hardly felt like any additional opinion was needed and mainly kept to yourself for the rest of the day. You sat with Carol and Sophia, a book in your hand, trying to rest. Your head would ache occasionally and you had to remind yourself that you did have a concussion and should take it easy. Though you had managed the morning’s aerobic activity just fine…

At one point, you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and Daryl was standing there in front of you, wringing his hands and looking unsettled. You gave him a questioning look, pausing to tuck a leaf into the novel in your hands as a makeshift bookmark. “Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he replied. He shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. What had him so wound up?

“Is… everything okay?” you asked. Carol took the opportunity to grab Sophia’s hand at that moment and suggest they go see what Carl was up to. You and Daryl watched them go, now both keenly aware that you were alone.

You had to repeat the question again and his eyes snapped back to you. “Is everything alright?”

“Huh? Uhh—yeah,” he drawled. “I mean… yeah. S’fine. I just—I wanted to tell ya—”

He broke off. Your expression was so open and thoughtful and he couldn’t get over his continued relief that you were alive and largely okay. And now that you’d cleaned yourself up, obvious by the shine in your hair and the luminous quality to your skin, you were particularly stunning where you sat looking up at him. He thought your cheeks and lips were particularly bright too, and it seemed to make his brain malfunction, any words he’d meant to get out had left him.

“Daryl?”

“Uhh—I just wanted to… to ask how—how you’re feeling?” he asked. There was a sinking, defeated feeling in his chest. It wasn’t at all what he’d wanted to talk to you about.

“Oh.” Your brow furrowed. Idiot, he thought to himself. He wasn’t a good actor and he could tell you were completely perplexed by his behavior. “I’m doing okay. Thanks. How are you? I mean… abut Merle,” you said.

Daryl gulped and ducked his eyes. Fuck. He didn’t want to talk about Merle. That wasn’t why he’d come over here. He hadn’t even come over to ask you how you were, even though he was wondering. Fuck! “Fine. ‘M fine… Yeah…”

He’d wanted to apologize for the way he’d acted. Seeing you sprawled on the ground the way you had been under that walker and then you lying motionless, unconscious, for hours on end had made him entirely sick and out of his head. The intrusive thought that you might not wake up persisted, even after everyone agreed that your head injury wasn’t so serious to cause any permanent damage.

It had snapped him out of the forced distance he’d put on himself after Merle’s venom. And the longer Merle was gone, the more a little bit of doubt started to creep in…

You were just looking up at him, with questioning eyes. They were bright and focused and he almost spilled it all then, but another wave of uncertainty crested and overtook him and he simply cleared his throat awkwardly.

He managed one final thing before he practically turned around and ran. “You look—ya look—really nice today.”

He was gone before you had time to answer, and you were left staring after him in confusion and no small degree of frustration. What the hell did Daryl want from you?

That night, you did go by Shane’s tent and you were again surprised by just how much you enjoyed your little foray to escape from the world. Part of you had maybe expected him to be a little selfish in bed, but you were pleasantly surprised to discover the opposite. He seemed to know just how much to tug on your hair, when to let you lead and when to be more dominant, and he seemed to pick up on your cues easily. It was what you needed… a distraction and some fucking pleasure, a rare thing in an apocalypse. And Shane was enthusiastically enjoying you and grateful to have some sort of outlet for the tension that had built up over the course of the day arguing with Rick. Not to mention how desperately fixated he was on Lori… You were both getting something out of it that wasn’t complicated. You knew just what it was, and that was actually refreshing.

When you started pulling your clothes back on afterwards, he jokingly looked at you and said, “So, that’s how it is? You’re just gonna use me and run?”

You cocked your head at him and smiled, enjoying the sight of his strong, bare chest where he was lying back on his bedroll. “Are you heartbroken?” you teased him.

“Entirely,” he said. He did sit up and give you one last heated kiss before remarking that he had fun and hoped you did too. You told him you had, grabbed your shoes, and slipped out of his tent with kiss-swollen lips and probably pretty disheveled hair.

It was late, and you hardly expected anyone to be awake, let alone out and about where they could see you slipping from Shane’s tent, but you were wrong.

You zipped the tent closed behind you and when you turned to head toward your own bed, you found Daryl still awake beside his fire and looking right at you.

His blue eyes were sharp and intense, narrowed in a sort of glare that entirely obscured which exact emotion he was feeling, but it clearly wasn’t anything good. You gulped.

The only thing you could do, was duck your eyes and head to bed…

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[questforgalas]

My thoughts on TBB Season 2 finale

It's a long one so strap in if you enter

First, before I get started, I wanted to say that this has been such a fun season to watch, and the interactions I've had with everyone in this fandom has made my Wednesday and weeks since January so delightful. I know hiatuses see a lull in activity, and some people are going to need to step away for a bit, but I just wanted to say thanks for being such a warm and open environment (at least the little corner I've found myself in). Here's to fingers crossed that the panel at Star Wars celebration in just a couple weeks brings us confirming great news!

Love ya all. Mama Tay is here with blankets and ice cream for the Tech babes if you need it. My man is unconscious on a torture table and my babygirl is a captive so we can all cry into the containers together

I'm able to watch the episodes at 8am EST every week, it's my little weekly routine I look forward to, so I've had a couple hours to process my one watch through of the finale episodes, and, just, wow.

Warning, "The Breaking of the Fellowship" just started playing on my playlist so who knows where this is about to go lol. Let's go to feelings town

The Bad Batch Season 2

I have not been quiet about how much I love season 2. Out of 16 episodes, there are maybe 2 that could be written off, but put them anywhere in season 1 or any TCW season, and they'd be some of the best episodes, which only adds to how well written and well done this season was.

I'm a Crosshair girl, not just in a "heart eyes spindly toothpick" sort of way, in fact that really didn't develop until halfway through season 1 - which my therapist definitely doesn't need to analyze - but his personality and his subtle devotion to his squad sucked me in from the beginning. So even with how little we had of him this season (granted, what we did get was some of the best television I've ever watched), this season is up there for me.

The character development for all batchers but especially Omega, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair was intriguing and dynamic, and that's not to say Hunter and Wrecker didn't have their moments either. They did, they were just much more subtle. We saw a lot more of Hunter's enhanced senses at play and Wrecker's knowledge, not just fascination, of explosives, but that pales in comparison to the other four.

The universe expansion was everything to me. We don't have anything depicting the rise of the Empire. We've never seen it's take over and the effects that rippled across the galaxy. We've only ever seen the afterwards, so to get this eery and terrifying depiction is exactly how I'd expect the galaxy to feel during that time, and I really applaud the creators on being so detailed with it.

The Finale Episodes

Wow. Just, wow. Admittedly, I had two reactions to these episodes.

The first was as the Crosshair fan who's put a lot of my emotional stability on this group of animated misfits, and that reaction hated these episodes. Not because I didn't think they were done well (getting into that in a second) but because I latched onto the Bad Batch's dynamics as a family since TCW and I so deeply in my soul to the point it's almost a wound in my heart want them back together again. I fell in love with the TCW Bad Batch, and I want that dynamic back so I've been rooting for it since "Aftermath", and every time we were given crumbs of a possibility that could happen this season, I devoured them and clutched onto them like they were my lifeline. So yes, from that perspective I hated these episodes.

Now, from the Star Wars fan taking a step back from my fanon - holy freaking shit. I laughed. I cried. I sobbed. I oooo'd. I cheered. When they stopped "The Summit" in the middle of the action, similar to how they broke up "Spoils of War" and "Ruins of War", it hit me that we weren't getting the reunion I desperately hoped for, and I took a minute to grieve that, went into acceptance, and then dove into "Plan 99".

Again, were there points throughout both, especially "Plan 99", that I was going "oh I hope this happens" or "ok annnnnd now!"? Yeah, absolutely (cut to Omega waking up at Cid's and me going "nice this is when they reveal it was all a bad dream and Tech's gonna walk in in 3..2..1..."). Did I have 4 other endings in my head halfway through the episode? 1000%. But it's not my creation, and based off of what we were given all of season 2, it all made sense to me. Even the things that made me have to pause for 4 minutes while I sobbed into my hands.

We are set up for an extremely action packed, spy/political thriller filled, intriguing season 3, and that wouldn't have happened if the season didn't end the way it did. If it was all tied up neatly in a bow, then there would be a lot more doubt, in my mind, about 1. if we'd even get a season 3 and 2. what the heck it was going to be about.

I'm not going to get into individual character analyses, but I thought everyone was in character. There was not a moment in either episode I thought "huh that doesn't really fit does it?" All of them were on brand in my opinion, and I again encourage people to take a step back and separate fanon from canon.

So why the emotional impact?

One of the things I've really had to process and think through is why this finale was staying with me like it is. I mean, I've been a Star Wars fan since 1999. I lived through watching Revenge of the Sith in theaters. I, like many of us, watched "Victory and Death" at the beginning of a very dark time in the world. I gripped the edge of my theatre seat watching Rogue One, praying they made it out like I hadn't known the end of their story for 25 years. But none of those endings stayed with me the way TBB finale is.

Sometimes something stays with me for an hour, maybe more, but I've never had any show have a finale where throughout the day as I thought about it, I burst into tears in varying degrees, and I can feel that being the case for awhile. Honestly, I haven't put my finger fully on it yet, but I think one of the reasons why is because all of those other endings I mentioned above - ROTS, Rogue One, TCW - and really any Star Wars media so far, has not had such a sorrow filled ending in such a dark period of time without us knowing the story after already.

ROTS we knew the outcome of that 20 years before. Rogue One even longer. TCW was filling in the gaps of a story long concluded. The Mandalorian is set in a time when it's supposed to be peaceful and the galaxy is mostly living in the light, so even when Mando and Grogu are separated, it's sad to witness the pair be apart, but there's no umbrella threat that makes the separation dangerous.

We are in the darkest period of time that we as Star Wars fans know in TBB. That is the point of the series - it's not just about these clones and how they cope post war. It's we the fans seeing how terrifying the Empire is beyond just the two sith lords running it. The inner workings and how easily they squash hope within their own government. We as the fans are meant to watch the Batch and love the family but be terrified of what can be waiting for them around every corner.

And that's not to mention we have no idea what the fate of the clones is. First off, the events of A New Hope are 20 years away. Rebels and the Obi-Wan Kenobi show are the only medias we have depicting the time between ROTS and ANH, and they barely scratch the surface. Rex is canonically confirmed to survive to Return of the Jedi, and we have Gregor and Wolffe in Rebels, but where the heck are the rest of them. We don't know. We literally don't know, and we're now left to speculate what that could possibly entail for the clones (especially the Batch) on any given day, let alone when we're left with two of them as captives of the Empire and one "dead". It is, in my opinion, one of the most devastating endings to a Star Wars media because of the terror it can hold.

Tech's Fall

Why yes, this would be the part I had to pause the show for and sob over for 4 minutes.

Tech has been my second favorite member of the Batch since they were introduced in TCW. This unapologetic, enthusiastic nerd who knows what he likes and hyperfixates on it spoke to me on levels, as I know he did for many of you - especially after "The Crossing" (I personally cannot relate to the ND connection, but was really happy to see the community joyous over the moment).

I, like many of you have already said in your thought posts, had the growing pit in my stomach each time they developed his character. The constant-optimist in me latched onto the possibility that just once they wouldn't pull that shit on us, but obviously that wasn't the case.

Tech and Crosshair's sacrifices punch me in the gut. Both of them are to save their family and give their family a chance. To have Wrecker and Tech bicker back and forth even up to the last minute like brothers do, and then the fucking awful shot of Wrecker watching his brother fall knowing he did it so they could have a chance. As a sibling, I couldn't handle it (I've actually started crying again now writing this). If I was Tech and that was my family, I'd do the same thing. If I was Wrecker watching that in front of me, I'd be on my knees screaming.

The scene was shot chaotically to make us, the viewer, feel panic and feel the gravity of the situation the Batch was in while seeing tiny moments when maybe they could pull it off, maybe Tech is moving faster than we think, maybe the car will come online and speed away, all to keep us hanging on while feeling the pressure of the environment they were in to then watch the fall and feel anything but relief, just like the Batch.

Now, onto what's keeping me hanging on

Is Tech Dead?

No, and I'm blaming Echo for this, but I do not think he's dead. And I do not think that takes away from his sacrifice either.

First of all, this is Star Wars. Unless you see the body, they ain't dead. @jealous-sloth77 even made the point of Darth Maul in their thought post. My dude was cut in half and fell down a supposed never ending shaft, but came back with the v-neck of all v-necks and a 200 step revenge plan, then literally became the cockroach of Star Wars.

Let alone the direct parallels to Echo Tech's fate could have.

So stay with me on this for a second, and I may be giving Filoni and Corbett and Rau a little more credit than they deserve, but follow me here.

Echo's blown up at the citadel in Season 3 of TCW. Not season 6 and then reappears a season later. 4 seasons of separation, and given the cancellations and renewal breaks, you're talking literally 10 years in between his death and his revival, which narratively makes no sense to me. And don't get me wrong, I know the Dominos were a fan favorite and Fives and Echo were a fun pairing, but all in all, Echo appeared in five episodes? Maybe six before he's killed off? And only 3 of those was he a "main" character. Compared to many other clones and characters, that's not exactly a recipe for "bring the fan favorite back 10 years later". So that makes me think that Echo coming back, especially the way he did, was setting the ground work for something. Now hang with me here.

In Mando S2E1, Mando kills the Krayt dragon by going inside of it, a monster who's stomach is literally full of acid, and blows it up from the inside out, dramatically coming out pointedly covered in the krayt acid showing that it has no affect on beskar. Then 2 minutes later we get the cameo of Boba Fett in the sunset, a character who last we saw was swallowed by a monster, supposedly digesting in stomach acid. Then in Book of Boba Fett, we see that because of his beskar armor, he survived the sarlacc, etc, etc. My point is, Star Wars has recently developed a habit of setting long-con explanations in various medias. Planting the seed you could say. So it's not far fetched to theorize that they brought Echo back from a ship explosion that we were made to think nothing but his helmet survived so they could set the ground work for other characters to be dramatically saved/scavenged and "brought back to life".

I mean, this is the world of Palpatine clones so, it's not out there.

That's not to mention the scene of Hemlock bringing Tech's goggles to Ord Mantell and making a point of mocking his death in front of them. Hemlock's entire purpose is to unlock the cloning techniques of the Kaminoans, and suddenly the literal genius is separated from them, assumed dead. If I'm an evil-scientist like Hemlock, I'm figuring out anyway to make sure Tech's alive.

So yes that's a long-stretch plan that gives Corbett, Filoni, and Rau a lot of credit for potentially thinking multiple seasons of plot lines through at the beginning, which, honestly, would be a good strategy considering the time period they're navigating around so I don't think it's that crazy to consider.

However, the main fact that I'm latching onto that Tech's not dead is the same fact that I've latched onto ever since "Aftermath" to tell myself Crosshair will be back with the Batch someday, and that's because it narratively makes no sense in context to how the Batch were introduced to us to keep them separated.

Think back to TCW S7, when the Batch are introduced. That was 4 episodes highlighting a tight knit, unique, family unit who all complimented each other to round out an unbeatable unit. Their sibling dynamic was the main focus of that group and is what made me fall in love with them, and it made no sense to me that they separated that dynamic within the first 10 minutes of the first episode and now to further separate it by taking Tech away.

I feel this so strongly in regards to Crosshair and Tech. I was sad when Echo left, and I was confident he was going to be with them again, but his departure didn't hit me the same way as Crosshair's and now Tech's. It just does not make sense to me to have the OG 4 separated permanently given how they were presented to us. It would be one thing if they went all in on the "Crosshair's evil" route and semi bait-and-switched us, but given his evident loyalty to the Batch and clear, long path of him being back with them someday, it really would not make sense to me for them to "swap one out for the other". That, in my opinion, would be lazy writing, and with how much love and care the creators have shown this series, I cannot fathom them throwing in the towel like that.

Unfortunately until the new season, I'll sadly have to accept the fact that he is gone and in our eyes right now, he's dead. And that hurts. It really does, but boy, am I grasping onto this last analysis like it's my tether over Mustafar

Love ya all. Mama Tay is here with blankets and ice cream for the Tech babes if you need it. My man is unconscious on a torture table and my babygirl is a captive so we can all cry into the containers together

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[softtdaisy]

hi baby!! once again congrats on 1k! may I have 🌷Sing me song: send me a song or a dialogue (or both) and I’ll write a blurb with peter parker and the lyrics your love is my drug 👀 ???

_your love is my drug

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

based on: your love is my drug by Kesha

summary: peter can never get enough of you, not even a few hours after your last date

words: 740

a/n: I had so much fun with this but I’m not sure it was what you excepted love I’m so sorry 😭 thank you again I hope you will like it ♥️

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“Oh my god, Peter Parker, what the hell are you doing here!” you screamed with a low voice, a hand on your heart from the surprise of seeing him at your window.

It was 1 a.m. and you’ve been home for two hours now. Two hours since when you tried to sleep but couldn’t because your mind was overworking. The cause? Mister Peter Parker himself.

Thanks to summer break, you’ve been on dates with Peter almost every night these past weeks. Not that you were going to complain about spending that much time with your boyfriend. Sure, most of your dates ended up with him putting on his spiderman suit and disappearing. But at least, he kissed you in the street like other cute couples do before leaving and nothing could replace this.

Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about his lips on yours. It was almost like your mind didn’t want you to fall asleep to keep this memory alive. And as much as this memory was delightful, you really needed some hours of sleep. You decided to grab a drink before going back to sleep.

This was the moment you noticed your boyfriend at your window. Smiling like a pure idiot. Damn, you loved this idiot.

“I was missing you”, he said, climbing your window to enter your bedroom. You kept looking at him with confusion and amusement. You couldn’t believe he came back to your place, a few hours after you left each other. “A few hours and you already miss me Parker?” You frowned and before he answered, he shot his web to bring you to him. Something he loved to do. He can have you whenever he wanted.

“Peter!” You laughed, hitting his chest. “My parents are sleeping.” If there was one thing you feared every time Peter was coming over was to wake your parents up. They were the biggest fan of Peter already, so seeing in your bedroom at night wouldn’t help.

“You’re making the noise and I’m getting hit? That’s not fair.” He pouted. You took his face between your hands to kiss him. That’s all he needed to forget what you were talking about a few seconds ago. He put his hand around your waist to keep you glued to him. He slowly walked backwards until he ended up on your bed.

“You’re driving me crazy…” he whispered against your lips, his hand going up under your shirt. He was caressing your skin from the tips of his fingers, making you shiver. His lips went down on your neck and you closed your eyes, enjoying Peter’s touch without overthinking it. “I really think your love is my drug, [y/n]”

He looked at you and you missed the big smile he had on his face. Peter was deeply in love with you. He really considered consulting because you contaminated every single piece of his body. There was not a moment in the day when Peter wasn’t thinking about you.

“Is my love your drug, baby?” He asked you, kissing your neck again. He was going down on your chest, asking the same question after every kiss. You had too much fun not answering him, curious to see how far he was ready to go to get an answer. And Peter was a man who loved challenges so there was nothing that would stop until he got what he wanted.

“Are you going to answer me or I have to make you scream baby?” He put his chin at the bottom of your stomach, just a few centimeters away from your underwear. You finally opened your eyes to look at him and you laughed a little at the sigh. You brought a hand to his hair and tousled it.

“You’re one of a kind Peter. Of course you’re my drug.” You smiled and he came back face to face to finally kiss you. You could never get bored of his lips, no matter where they are on your body. Which made you think…”you can still do whatever you were going to do there.” You said, pointing a finger between your legs.

Too bad for your lack of sleep. When Peter was in your bed, there was no way you were going to rest peacefully. Maybe your relationship with Peter was similar to a drug. You could never get enough of it and you always felt high when he was with you.

#peter parker x female!reader #peter parker story #Peter Parker imagine #Peter Parker x reader #peter parker fic #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter Parker story #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fic #andrew garfield fanfiction #andrew garfield x female reader #Andrew Garfield x reader #Andrew Garfield imagine #1k celebration #my writing

[pochqmqri]

So, the biggest reveal of Episode 8 is that Sanae, Honoka's grandmother, exists in the OtonaPre universe and is a renowned local historian of the town.

This of course seems to imply not only that Futari wa Pretty Cure and Max Heart take place in the same universe as the other seasons directly leading into OtonaPre, but also that Nagisa, Honoka, and Hikari apparently lived in the same town as Nozomi and the others.

That last point is a bit hard to swallow, since the setting of Yes!5 and GoGo!, which is also where OtonaPre takes place most of the time, has a very distinct European architectural feel to it that the setting in Futari wa Pretty Cure and Max Heart do not.

Even in OtonaPre, which homogenized the setting a bit more to resemble a typical Japanese urban area, has some of those influences, the most notable one being the clock tower.

Speaking of which, the clock tower has been in the town ever since it was bombed, even being one of the only things left standing in the aftermath.

Sanae, like she was in Futari wa Pretty Cure, is a survivor of the WWII bombing on the town.

Of course, as you might expect, when Sanae recalls her story of surviving the bombing to Nagisa and Honoka, she doesn't mention a clock tower, since it wasn't established yet in the story. Obviously this is a retcon, and doesn't really matter much in the long run.

But what I find more interesting is that, in OtonaPre, when Sanae talks about how the people were giving up hope after losing everything, she doesn't mention anything about how she personally heard "a voice" coming from the Card Commune that encouraged her, like in the flashback from Futari wa Pretty Cure.

Of course, that "voice" came from Mipple, Honoka/Cure White's fairy who came to Earth about a century prior to the events of Futari wa Pretty Cure, and since the 40s, stayed in a shed at Honoka's house until Mepple arrived decades later (time dilation stuff).

Maybe it wasn't relevant to Sanae's version of the flashback in OtonaPre, but I find this omission interesting, since it's like, one of the more important bits of her character. As mentioned earlier, Sanae's inclusion in the anime implies that Honoka, Nagisa, and Hikari exist somewhere, so possibly, we might see Cure White, Cure Black, and Shiny Luminous. But will we actually? If the Blu-Ray listing was correct, OtonaPre only has like 12 episodes total, assuming no second cour, and we're approaching the 10th episode already, so would they really fit those three as a last-minute entrance? Maybe, to compromise, they would appear, but only as their teenager Pretty Cure selves, much like how Nozomi and the others deage when transformed.

Part of me thinks that the staff aren't fully committed to having Nagisa and Honoka all grown-up, since they're "legacy characters" so to speak and they're afraid of doing that much change to them, so they're willing to have Sanae appaear as a nod to the original PreCure, but not much more, hence why Mipple was removed from her flashback.

On the other hand, there's also this comment from Masako Nozawa, Sanae's voice actress, when she came back to voice the character in OtonaPre:

"I am very delighted and nostalgic to be playing the role of Grandma Sanae again for the first time in years. Grandma herself hasn't changed much in appearance, but I'm deeply moved that her grandchildren are growing up, I feel exactly like a grandmother myself, looking forward to seeing them grow."

So there's two things to take from this quote. One is that it might be a hint that, at least Honoka, is going to appear as an adult. The other is that she says "grandchildren," plural, like in the original Japanese it's "孫たち" (mago-tachi) with "-tachi" being the pluralizer. Honoka was an only child the last time we saw her...unless, this is like a cousin we never saw, but more realistically, she's either misremembering/calling Nagisa a grandchild, or it's about whoever Honoka married that would make them a grandchild-in-law. Make that of what you will.

#honoka yukishiro #futari wa precure #futari wa pretty cure #precure #anime #pretty cure #otonapre #otona pretty cure #kibou no chikara otona pretty cure 23 #kibou no chikara otona precure 23 #otona precure 23 #otona pretty cure 23

[beautifulterriblequeen]

The new TDP interview is out and you should read it! But I'm holding Viren like this now

I might not need to but I just wanna 😏

It's based on this section of the interview:

"We had a story we wanted to do and we've done it..." sure does imply things about Viren's fate, doesn't it?

Specifically, that he's actually dead, and that he's not coming back this time.

Let me be real clear on this bit: I'm okay with it if this is just obfuscation and Viren finds a way to get back up again. That would be hilarious to me. Unreliable narrators are my favorite things and the showrunners absolutely count!! I'm here for it.

Also, I've made no secret of wanting Viren to keep suffering for my entertainment so jot that down.

But if this eventuality should occur, and Viren is actually definitely super dead this time, that presents us with a whole category of new, different parallels.

Picture a character who's already on the brink of death. He's been contemplating it for days and days. He's been leaning toward it for personal and moral reasons, to make the world just a little better once he's gone. He sees no other way out and he wants the agency to choose his own fate.

Did you think of Viren, or Runaan?

They're both in the same position right now: trying to die as the only halfway decent option for the impossible situation they're in. The only potential difference is that Runaan wasn't allowed to exercise his own agency, because Viren himself prevented it. And now that Viren's getting his own chance to forge his own way out of life, he might get the very thing that he deliberately prevented another from reaching.

Rude.

You little fuck, where was this growth of yours two years ago?? Why did you get a pass on determining your own fate, when you specifically refused to allow the man you tortured and experimented on to choose that fate for himself?? You bastard fuck.

God.

There. Now I feel better. It's not easy sharing a mbti with Viren but I make do. Fiction is so cathartic you guys, omg.

(just to be clear I am actually delighted that I'm so upset about this! It's good for the soul to care deeply sometimes and it's been a hot second for me since I had the energy to form firm opinions so this is healthy progress and I love it leave me be)

#tdp #tdp parallels #viren #runaan #tdp spoilers #if viren actually dies i'll just write a fic about him living #easy peasy

[starlitangels]

I Promise

To be clear, I refuse to care about Blake. However, I am deeply fascinated by his relationship with his listener

This one is from Blake’s POV, by the way. And I made up a lot of stuff for the sake of it 1.5k words

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You sit beside me at the movie theater the way you always do. You smile and laugh at the jokes, glancing at me to make sure I’m sharing in your humor. My mom will come pick us up after the movie the way she always does when we’re out like this. Too young to drive ourselves.

I sit in the dark, smiling in all the right places back at you, but I can’t pay attention to the movie, this time. I already Saw the whole thing the second you decided we were going to come watch it together.

And I think about telling you.

Hell, I think about it all the time. Ever since that day a few years ago when my Core woke up and my entire life got flipped on its head.

I’d expected to be a Dreamwalker, like my mom. Although, being a Freelancer like Dad wouldn’t have been bad either. But, according to one of our teachers at school, a Freelancer-specialist coupling often resulted in the offspring taking the specialty, rather than a Freelancer’s unspecialized magic. For reasons no one particularly understood. Magic was genetic, but it also wasn’t. Not entirely, anyway. And despite hundreds of studies, no one had ever figured out the patterns.

That night, you’d gone home after doing your homework at my place like we did every couple days. I’d been alone in my bedroom, my parents out for the night. Mom to work with her Defensive Dream Design clients, Dad at the Healing hospital.

No one was there for me when my chest burned like fire and the entire timestream opened up before my eyes.

You got your powers a few months before I did—and I’d been jealous. I wanted mine to manifest so badly.

And then when they did, I’d wished they hadn’t. Because of what I was.

The first thing a Seer is supposed to See when their Sight manifests is their own death. But as the timestream hurdled past me toward my death, I saw yours. Way too young. I saw the both of us, older than we are now, in this movie theater. I saw you in my arms, unmoving. Dead. I saw myself sobbing, pleading, begging you to stay with me.

It passed like a flash of lightning on my way to Seeing my own death, but the image was burned into my mind. Like someone tattooed it on the back of my eyelids. Every time I closed my eyes I saw you, dead, in my arms.

I still do.

I can’t let it happen.

And, God, have I tried to stop it. Not even sixteen yet and I’ve already tried setting things in motion that would prevent you from dying.

It hasn’t worked yet. It’s just changed the background of the image and the details of the injuries on your body. But it will work. I refuse to accept otherwise. You’re my best friend, and I’m not letting that go. I’ve never had a friend as close as you are. I can’t lose you.

You grab my arm, jolting me out of my thoughts, as you laugh so hard you bend in half. I manage a chuckle, agreeing that the moment on screen was funny. Even with my mind spiraling far away.

I think about telling you, again.

Would it really be so bad if I told you I’m not actually a Dreamwalker? I’ve never had the courage to peek and See how you’d react to the news. But you’re my best friend—surely you’ll be willing to accept me as I am, right? Even if I have lied to you for a couple years? Hiding their specialty is just what Seers do. Maybe not all of us, but a good portion of us never reveal our true nature. Live and die hiding behind another specialty.

The night my powers manifested, I’d been terrified. And desperately wishing I was just a Dreamwalker. I felt my aura shift, but didn’t realize what it had done until Mom came home the next morning, delighted in announcing I’d inherited her magical specialty.

My parents still don’t know. And neither do you.

I’d rather you know than them, to be honest. I love my parents, but I trust you more than anyone else.

I think about telling you, right here. In the movie theater. In the middle of the comedy you’ve been so excited to see since we first saw the trailer. I think about leaning forward where you’re still bent a bit in your laughter, and just whispering, “I’m not a Dreamwalker. I’m a Seer. And I’ve been hiding because I’ve been scared. But I’m not scared of you.”

But I don’t.

I settle back against the back of my chair and stare blankly at the screen. At the movie I’ve already Seen. Funny enough, I guess. But definitely more aligned with your sense of humor than mine. Ours cross over a lot, but not everything you find funny amuses me, and vice versa.

It’s enough though. And I’ll never turn down the opportunity to spend time with you.

No matter how wracked with guilt I feel every second I lie to you about what I am.

I’m tempted, not for the first time, to See how you’d respond to the truth. A small peek into the future. I can’t imagine you wouldn’t accept me but at the same time I don’t want to destroy your trust.

A problem that I’m fully aware will only amplify the longer I keep the secret from you. But if you never find out... maybe there’s no reason to worry.

But still...

I shake my head to clear it. You glance over at me with a curious look on your face. I shake my head one more time. It’s nothing, the gesture says. Your eyes, so open and trusting, linger on mine for a few moments before drifting back to the movie in acceptance.

I pretend I don’t remember the look of the light in those eyes of yours fading out in dozens of visions. I pretend I don’t see another one of the same vision bubbling up after looking at you for long enough.

God—what am I gonna do? I have to save you. But I don’t know how.

I’ll figure it out. Some way. Somehow. You’re not dying in my arms if I can help it.

I promise.

I care about you too much to let that happen.

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My emotional state has been an absolute wreck since senior year of high school. That night when my parents weren’t home—again—and you and I...

Well. You call it a mistake. I call it a realization. That my feelings for you have possibly always been more than friendship. Or, at least, at some point they developed a depth I hadn’t known until that night senior year.

And I’d scared you. And you pulled away. And I wanted to be fine with that. But when you finally started to come back into my life, I was scared as my feelings for you hit me again.

And I pulled away.

I never told you that my pulling away was dual-intentioned.

See, I’d started to suspect that I couldn’t do more than change the circumstances of your death because I was still part of your life in those visions. I’m always the common factor.

So I withdrew from your life, trying to change your future. I thought maybe you’d be safe if I was no longer in your life. And you were angry with me when I retreated. You had every right to be and I still don’t blame you.

But if it meant saving your life, I had to try. I could leave, if it meant you’d live.

Months passed. You’d stopped trying to reach out. It broke my heart when you finally gave up on me. When I dared to try to text you and found you’d blocked my number.

Finally, I’d looked into your future again.

And nothing had changed. Just the background and the injuries. You were still dying in my arms. Even without being part of your life anymore.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Being away from you. I had to come back.

You bless me by accepting me into your life again within a few days. You listen when I explain myself. Everything but that deepest nugget of truth about my magic that I still haven’t told you, more than ten years after the movie theater where I sat there and thought about it for two hours.

But your feelings... they’ve grown to match my own for you. When I kiss you, you let me. When I bend you back over your sofa, you lie down and pull me close.

When we wake up together in your bed, that wrecked emotional state of mine has settled a bit, but still roils.

The need to protect you from that early, untimely death has never been stronger.

Whatever I need to do, I will do it. To keep you safe.

I promise.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Blake #Redacted Bestie #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic