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captainfern · 11 months

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this is a request but i accidentally deleted it 😭

“hi babes. ur work is amazing but im sure you know this. im also sure you have lots of requests so please take your time getting to this one. but I was wonderingggg if you could do one where price is the friend of the readers dad? they've been hooking up in secret for a while but at a little house party, they sneak into someplace private and do the deed. ive seen so many other ffs about this with other characters so ikkkk price would fit this. thank you again <33”

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Marigold

dbf!Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Marigold” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price is your dads best friend. he asks you to meet him upstairs during a party. you fuck lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 4.4k • warnings - fem!reader, dad’sbestfriend!price, established relationship? kinda?, unprotected piv, age gap [whatever you want it to be as long as it's legal lmao], fingering, recording [consensual], oral [f!receiving], praise, strong language

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You fidgeted with the hem of your dress, looking at yourself in the mirror. You ran your hands down the fabric, smoothing the wrinkles, smiling at yourself. You looked fucking good.

Downstairs, a big neighbourhood party was in full swing— something organised by your father. It was a comfortable get together to unwind before the summer holidays, complete with all of your neighbours from down the street, and even across the block.

The dress you were wearing was new. You brought it recently, actually. You liked to convince yourself you got it because you were treating yourself, but in reality, it may or may not have been a 2am online purchase after a considerable emotional breakdown. But hey, same thing, right?

It was shorter than you thought, mid-thigh, if that. The colour was pretty too, your favourite. It complimented the complexion of your skin, accentuating your figure, showing off a significant amount of leg. You smiled at yourself, doing a quick twirl.

Hot as fuck.

The party was bustling. You had arrived home late, apologising profusely to your dad before rushing upstairs to get ready. So, over the gentle thrum of the music, you weren't surprised to hear your dad call your name, hurrying you to come and greet the guests.

You bounded down the stairs, dress fluttering against your thighs, and made your way into the kitchen. You tried not to feel awkward when copious pairs of eyes turned to look at you as you shuffled towards your dad. He put an arm around your shoulders, holding you to his side for a moment, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

"There you are. Come say hi to everyone."

You did. Humming along to the music as you went, you individually greeted each of the guests. You plastered on your best people-pleasing smile, responding cheerily to the same fifty fucking questions everyone asked you.

How are you? How is work? Have you figured out what you want to do? Any plans for the future? Met anyone special?

By the time you made it to the edge of your living room towards the other side of the house, you felt a headache coming on. So, you excused yourself back into the kitchen to get a large glass of water. Your father was just departing, leading the congregation of neighbours outside. By the smell of it, someone was on the barbecue.

You were left, alone, in the kitchen, nursing a cold glass of water, listening to the music you were skeptical your dad had actually chosen. There were some good songs, surprisingly.

You placed your glass away as your dad walked in, heading for the sink. He wriggled in next to you, rinsing his hands under the water.

"You okay, honey?"

You nodded. "I'm fine."

He smiled at you, drying his hands on a towel nearby. As he did that, the doorbell rung, echoing through the house, just audible over the music.

"Oh, can you get that? I just need to take these outside..." Your dad said, scooping a couple of extra wine bottles off the counter and heading outside.

You walked through the house, heading to the front door. You opened it with a polite smile spread across your features. It drooped slightly, catching sight of the man on your front porch.

"Captain Price." It was meant to be a greeting, but it sounded more as if you were stating a fact.

He offered you a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He had a bottle of whiskey tucked beneath his arm.

"You just never want to call me by my first name, do you, sweetheart?" He chuckled as you stepped to the side, allowing him entrance.

You blinked after his form— strong, hulking shoulders, a lean abdomen paired with a slight narrow in his waist— as he meandered into the entrance hall.

"John makes you sound old." You quipped as you followed him into the kitchen.

He laughed. "I am old."

"Not that old." You said.

It was somewhat true. He was a similar age to your father, and they were best friends. They'd been in the military together before your dad retired to have a family. Price had always checked in on him, especially when he had time off work. You had known him for a while. Met him a couple of times when you were really young— not that you could remember, anyway— and then you saw him a bit more frequently as you got older. You hadn't seen him for a while up until today. Captain John Price is a busy man.

You felt your body begin to heat up once the pair of you were in the kitchen.

Well, the last time you saw him was a couple of weeks ago, before he was set to be deployed to some foreign country—

"That's it, thaaaat's it, don't talk sweetheart, just take it," Price whispered in your ear, chest pressed to your back. "Don't talk. Just take my cock, there you go. Take it, love. Doing so good for me."

He had you bent over his kitchen counter, his house dark around you, the early hours of the morning apparent by the inky black sky visible out of his windows.

You couldn't talk, even if you tried. You had been trying to whimper to him, moan his name and his rank and tell him what you wanted, but you couldn't get the words out of your mouth. He had left you speechless with the way he continuously hit that spongey spot inside you, making you tighten and gush around him.

Bodies flush together, sweat accumulating between you. Your skin was on fire, hands and tits flush with the cool countertop as he fucked his cock into you, harder and harder, your knees smacking the underside cabinetry. His grip on your hips was vice-like, keeping you steady, his pelvis smacking into your arse.

"S'this my going away present, sweetheart?" He chuckled as you choked on another string of moans caught in your throat. "Fucking perfect. I better get another one once I'm back, yeah?"

You nodded deliriously, finding your voice. "Yes, Price, fuck, I promise, I promise—"

Price cleared his throat, snapping you out of your little flash back. He leaned against the kitchen island, hip bracing against it, having placed the bottle of whiskey down. He folded his arms across his broad chest, arms looking especially good in his black jacket.

"Your dad around?" He asked.

You nodded towards the backyard. "Yeah, he's outside. Did you want me to go get h—?"

You were cut off as Price grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, pressing your body to his. Quickly, he cupped your jaw and placed his mouth to yours, backing your lower back up against the counter. You had your hands against his chest as his tongue slipped into your mouth, one hand on your jaw and the other balled at your hip. He pinched the fabric of your dress between his knuckles, still keeping his fingers tucked into a fist.

Just as you whined into the kiss, your hands travelling upwards, Price stepped back. Commotion outside drew him right across the kitchen as the back door opened and your father came in. You discreetly wiped your face. So did Price.

That was unexpected.

Your dads eyes lit up when he saw Price, and Price smiled at him.

"John! Didn't think you'd make it!" Your dad beamed, pulling Price into a hug.

Price slapped your dad a couple of times on the back before they released each other.

"I flew in last night," Price admitted. "I won't stay long. Just thought I'd pop in and say hi. Oh, I also brought this."

Casually, Price stepped past you and grabbed the bottle of whiskey off of the counter behind you. You breathed in his cologne as he passed the bottle to your dad. You had to force yourself not to close your eyes and whine.

"Jesus, mate, this is an expensive bottle. You shouldn't have."

"No worries, mate. Enjoy it." Price replied.

Your dad turned to you, showing you the bottle, and you had to pretend like it was the coolest thing ever, since your dad seemed absolutely ecstatic.

"You see this, honey? This is good stuff."

"Oh, I bet." You said.

Your dad turned to put the whiskey in a cabinet nearby. When he turned back around, he let his eyes fall on to you, and his gaze softened, a small smile still evident on his face.

"I didn't say earlier, but that's a really nice dress. Nice colour, too. You look beautiful." Your dad said.

You felt your lips quirk at the edges as you hid a bashful smile. "Oh, thanks."

Your dad nudged Price. "It's a nice colour, don't you reckon, John? Reminds me of our deployment in Damascus. Remember? That nice lady selling all those shawls..."

You could tell Price wasn't really listening to your dads military-era story. His eyes were on you. It felt like he was absorbing you whole. Eyes darkening, raking up and down your body, admiring both the dress and the way it clung to you. The pinpoint of his tongue darted across his lips as his gaze travelled upwards from your legs, resting now on your face. You cocked your head at him, ever so slightly, biting your bottom lip for a second. He followed the movement, blinking and looking away, clearing his throat as his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink.

"Yeah, nice colour. Suits you." He grumbled.

After a moment, your dad led Price outside and you watched them go. Your body thrummed in time with the music, buzzing from where Price had touched you just mere minutes ago. You felt warm.

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An hour or so later, the congregation of people had moved back inside, happy and full after the food outside. Darkness had fallen now, music still loud and just slightly vibrating the drinks resting on the counter in front of you.

You were talking with your neighbour, a girl just a few years older than you, who you had known for quite some time. The conversation was actually nice, and you found yourself enjoying it. Until she had to leave, and you were once again left standing alone in the kitchen. Until, of course, Price sidled up beside you, still a respectable distance away.

"Meet me upstairs. Give it a minute, though." Was all he said before he vanished from the room.

No greeting, or small talk. Straight to the fucking point, clearly.

You downed the rest of your drink, letting a good long couple of minutes pass before you decided to head up the stairs. As you ascended, you looked around, seeing no one paying you much attention. Your dad was on the couch, telling a good dozen people one of his usual thrilling stories of his time in the military. You smiled to yourself as you reached the top of the stairs.

You made your way into your bedroom, humming to yourself. You didn't see Price straight away, so you flinched when he slammed the door closed behind you, jamming your desk chair beneath it to keep it locked— it was an old house, with no locks on the bedroom doors— and striding across the room.

You had no time to react as he put a hand to the back of your neck, holding gently but firmly, and pressing your mouth to his. You whined desperately, folding your arms along his shoulders and carding your fingers into his hair, knocking his woollen hat off. He wasted no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth, smoothing it against yours, drawing soft noises from your throat.

He walked you backwards until you both fell against the bed, him overtop of you. He didn't once break the kiss, even when he used one hand to pry your legs apart, forcing them to hook around his hips as he pushed you further onto the bed, crawling after you.

"Missed you." You whispered, pleasure straining each syllable. He had broken away from your mouth, kissing along the curve of your jaw and down the expanse of your throat. He nipped at the soft skin of your neck, licking along your collarbone, still heading southward. He got to the neckline of your dress, pressed taut to the swell of your breasts, rising rapidly as you breathed. He ran kisses along the soft flesh, running his hands up and down your waist, revelling in the softness of the fabric and the warmth of your skin beneath.

"Such a pretty fucking dress," He muttered, teeth skimming the line of the fabric. "Took everything in me not to flip it up and fuck you in it... right there in that kitchen."

He yanked it down, letting your tits spill out before him. With a soft grumble in his throat, he pressed his mouth to your left one, drawing your nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. He looked up at you whilst he did it, admiring the way your eyes fluttered, struggling to maintain eye contact as the pleasure built.

After a moment, he released it with a slick pop and moved to your right tit, mimicking his earlier actions. You moaned his name, gripping his hair, massaging his scalp. He groaned, mouth wet and hot against your delicate flesh. His hands had moved now— one running up to cup and massage your tits as he sucked, and the other travelling down the length of your body.

Your body hummed in anticipation, tingling as he gently flipped the bottom of your dress up, exposing your underwear. Still sucking kisses onto the mounds of your breasts, he dipped his hand past the hem of your underwear. Two fingers made contact with your slick core, and you arched further into his mouth, moaning loudly.

"Fuck me, you're soaked," Price grunted, releasing your swollen nipple and sitting back on his haunches.

Impatiently, he yanked his hand out of your underwear and ripped them away, the cotton snapping against your thighs, breaking with a loud tear. You whimpered as Price stuffed the material into his jacket pocket, swiftly pushing his fingers back towards your core.

They ran up and down your slit, collecting the excess arousal that was drooling from your cunt. He slowly dragged the digits through your folds a couple of times before he pressed the tips to your clit, drawing tight circles. You gasped, arching for him, moaning his rank as he replaced the two fingers with his thumb. His two fingers were immediately at your dripping entrance, circling.

"So wet, sweetheart. Absolutely dripping," He mused. "What's got you all wet and needy?”

You mewled at him, sensation-overload and he had barely started. Your tits were slick with his saliva, cold in the air of your room. He was still circling your clit, your arousal making his movements audible if you listened hard enough. The music downstairs was dull and echoey, as if you were underwater. Then, his two fingers, the tips barely grazing your soaking hole. You could scream.

"Eh, sweetheart? What's got you soaking your pretty little underwear, hm?" Price asked, still giving your clit attention.

"You." You whine.

"Me?" Price chuckled. "What about me?"

'You're... you're making me wet, Price," you almost sob. "Need you so bad. I missed you."

Price liked that answer, clearly. He pushed two fingers into your cunt, letting out a breathy moan as your silky walls clamped around the digits. You keened, whimpering like some kind of wounded animal as he buried his fingers to the knuckle before dragging them all the way back out. He plunged them in again, and a pace began, almost in time with the base of whatever song was playing downstairs.

"This my welcome home present?" He asked, shoving his fingers repeatedly into your tight cunt, wet sounds reverberating around your bedroom.

You nodded. "Yeah. M-missed you—"

Your lower stomach was tingling, coiling tight. Already? Fucking hell.

"Missed you too, sweetheart," Price leaned up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "Couldn't get this pretty face outta my head. Couldn't get this pretty cunt outta my head, either."

He leaned back, settling on his ankles as he watched his fingers drag in and out of you, coaxing wave after wave of slick from the depths of your cunt. He moaned, really fucking loudly, at the sight.

"Can I... can I take a video?" Price asked, breathless.

You felt yourself burning up, stomach flipping. You nodded, whining a "yeah" as he reached into the pocket of his jeans and fished out his phone. His fingers slowed for just a moment as he readied his phones camera.

"Wish I had a video when I was deployed," he whispered, more to himself than you. "Had to rely on my imagination."

His words made you moan.

"Yeah, just had to remember those pretty sounds you make, and the sight of this pretty cunt stretched out around my cock," He groaned, turning the flash on to combat the hazy lighting in your bedroom. "Came all over my hand imagining it was this cunt 'round my cock."

He hit record as the movements of his finger sped up. You mewled, whining, arching off the bed and pushing your aching core further onto his hand as he fucked his fingers into you, thumb rubbing tightly against your puffy, wet clit. The sounds were obscene, like foley sound effects, soft squelches with each push of his fingers. You could feel your arousal pooling out of you, down the soft skin of your thighs, across the curve of your arse, bleeding into the sheets beneath you. You imagined that Price's hand would be absolutely drenched.

He was making soft, deep noises in the back of his throat, watching his fingers, phone focused on their movements. He flicked his eyes up to your face, not moving the camera though. Your facial expressions were easy to remember— chewing at your bottom lip, slight furrow in your brow, lips puffy and wet with saliva, eyelids fluttering. That was for his mind only.

You moaned, breathy and high-pitched.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Gonna... gonna cum."

He withheld a moan at the sound of your sweet desperation. It made his cock throb angrily within the confines of his boxers, already painfully hard the moment he had pushed you onto the bed.

"Go on then, pretty girl. Cum 'round my fingers," He muttered, and you did— creaming around him with a violent twitching of your legs, cunt spasming around his fingers in a burst of arousal, splattering up the length of his forearm. He smiled lazily behind his phone, muttering; "That's a good girl."

"Price—!" You cried, halfway between a moan and a sob.

He hit stop, tossing his phone aside and pulling your thighs apart. Nestling himself between them, his breath fanned out across your soaking folds. You tried to lift yourself off the mattress to see what he was doing, but you couldn't. When his warm tongue licked a fat stripe up your sensitive slit, you flopped backwards.

There wasn't as much foreplay as usual… in the sense that Price shoved his tongue directly into your drooling cunt. He ignored your overstimulated clit, probably for the best, as he lapped at the arousal that was still leaking from you. He moaned happily against your folds, nose pressed just below your clit. It nudged the swollen bundle of nerves every few seconds, and it made your hips buck, electricity zapping the base of your tummy.

You had both hands in his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on. You tugged gently at the strands, massaging his scalp, making him grumble appreciatively below you. His hands were hard and warm against your thighs, making you tingle. Your tits were still exposed, the rest of your dress pooling around your waist.

You could still hear the rest of the party happening downstairs. A small jolt of fear passed through you. If anyone— especially your dad— came searching for you, you'd be fucking dead. Whoever it may be, would find you spread out on your back on your bed, legs spread and panting, a man probably more than twice your age between your thighs, eating you out like his life depended on it.

The fear turned to thrill, and you released a shaky breath.

Your second orgasm rolled over you quickly, and Price dragged it from you with a moan of your name against your cunt. You keened, uttering a sickly sweet "captain!" before coming in his mouth.

"Fuck, yeah, that's it." He murmured against your folds, sucking up the arousal that pooled at your fluttering hole. It always made you embarrassed, the way he literally talked into your cunt, his words vibrating your core. He groaned again, humping against your bed covers, pressing the outline of his aching cock into your mattress. "Such a good, wet cunt. Tastes fucking divine."

He pulled away. You watched him hazily as he shed his shirt and pants, then his boxers, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach. You salivated at the sight as he gripped himself, moving to scoop some of your arousal into his hand. He coated himself in it, pumping his hard length, eyes raking down your body.

"So beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured, leaning over you and kissing you again. His cock settled at your entrance, fat head leaking pre-cum onto your already glistening folds. "Just made for me, weren't you?"

You hummed your agreement, barely able to keep your eyes open. He kissed you again, tongue probing, hot and wet. You whimpered, feeling his tongue skim your bottom lip, drawing further desperate sounds from your panting mouth.

Price cursed. "Fuck. Can I record another video?"

You nodded.

"Words, sweetheart, come on. You should know that."

"Yeah, okay," you said sheepishly. "You can record again."

He kissed your nose, then shuffled back, grabbing his phone as he kneeled between your spread legs. He flicked it to his camera, flash on and hitting record. His phone followed the movements of his cockhead, rubbing up your slit, smearing your arousal. Then, with no warning other than a shallow, animalistic grunt from the depths of his chest, Price pushed his cock into you.

He tried not to cum on the spot at the way you tossed your head back, moaning as your silken walls clamped around his cock. Your fists balled your sheets, twisting, as you scrambled for some kind of anchorage as he pulled out and thrusted back in, shunting you up the bed.

His pace was gruelling, sticky skin colliding with a wet fap fap fap. Your eyes rolled, mouth agape as breathy strings of whimpers fell from your lips. His cockhead nudged the plug of your womb, slamming into that spot that had you twitching and spasming.

"My good girl, my fucking good girl, look at you, taking me so well," Price muttered, definitely audible on camera. You clenched around him repeatedly, drawing throaty grunts from him. Your third orgasm was, not surprisingly, approaching quickly. Really fucking quickly. Especially when Price moved his free hand from your waist to toy with your puffy clit, giving it a light pinch before circling it. You sobbed out, clawing at the sheets.

"Captain, please—!"

"Fuck... beg for it... please, sweetheart, fucking beg for it." By the way Price was speaking, he was close.

Your cunt throbbed at that, a whine in his words.

"Please, Price, need to cum. Can I? P-please—fuck—please, captain, need to—"

He groaned, trying to mute himself as much as he could, sinking his top teeth into his bottom lip before urging himself to speak.

"Go on then. Cum 'round my cock," Price uttered lowly, eyes focused on your face. He could watch his cock fucking into your slick cunt whenever he wanted. He just wanted to see your beautiful face. "Good girl, that's it. You can cum. Let go for me, sweetheart."

"Oh my god, Price—" you keened, third orgasm slamming into you and sending you spiralling. White hot, body alight, nerves buzzing as you came around his cock, still burning hot inside you, abusing the plug of your womb.

"Fucking beautiful," Price grunted, still recording the way your cunt stretched taut around his girth, splattering wet across his pelvis.

He was close, twitching inside you. He was pawing at the mound of your belly, pressing his palm to where the imprint of his cock was visible, so fucking deep inside you. He moaned at the sight, salivating, hiking your dress up further to get a better view.

Overstimulation was creeping in. You whined, reaching down to skirt your fingernails across Price's bare abdomen.

"Please, Price, cum for me," you whimpered, voice coming out unusually sultry. "Cum inside me, please, captain."

"Holy fuck—" Price stuttered, spilling inside you instantly.

His warmth flooded you, spurting around his cock, dribbling out of your cunt. He spilled ropes and ropes, hot white ichor, filling your womb as you sobbed for him.

Price tossed his phone to the side, immediately dragging himself up your body, cock still inside. He pressed kisses all over your face, soothing you, the both of you shining with sweat. Your bare tits pressed against his bare chest as he whispered sweet words of affirmation in your ear.

You sighed.

There really wasn't any other man, your age or not, like Captain John Price.

"You alright?" He asked, kissing your earlobe, your jaw, your cheek, your nose, then finally your lips.

You smiled, his facial hair tickling your face. "Mhm."

"Good." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin.

"You had fun filming your little videos?" You cooed, stroking a hand through his hair.

He grunted against your neck. "Of course. Straight to the wank bank they go, sweetheart."

You snorted, laughing. "For such an old man, you are so immature."

"I'm not an old man."

"You said you were earlier," you smiled. "Surprised you can still get it up."

"Fucking hell. You and Soap'd get along."

Your mischievous grin grew. "Oh, the one with the mohawk? Sexy—"

Price bit at your neck, making you yelp. He grumbled, "Don't push it."

You laughed, patting his head. You both lay in silence for a little while, listening to the dull, far-away vibrations of the music.

"We should probably rejoin the party..." You said in a disappointed mumble.

Price grunted, hugging you tighter. "Five minutes."

"Enough for round two, old man?"

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart."

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This was meant to be longer and a bit fluffier but I got tired and horny so here you go hope you enjoyed mwah mwah xx

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hannie-dul-set · 10 months

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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [2].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. mentions of dicks and balls and nudity, mentions of sex, mild manipulation, someone cries at one point, the usual amount of swearing. WORD COUNT. 3.3k.

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg

NOTE. whatever the bet they have is, it's definitely one of the three things you're thinking about. per usual, please let me know what you think about this trainwreck so far!

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CHAPTER 2 — the inevitable disasters of living with six men.

FOR THE MOST PART, LIVING IN YOUR NEW TEMPORARY HOME HAS BEEN FINE. It’s similar to living in the dorms, but a lot more hygienic and a lot less stressful considering you don’t need to use your earplugs at the dead of night anymore. Your housemates all surprisingly tend to themselves, minding their own business on the day-to-day.

Jake makes sure you feel welcomed by introducing you to the extensive LEGO collection in his room which is taking him more than a week, you have never seen Soobin come out of his room again after he got jumpscared by your Victoria’s Secret on the first day, and Heeseung smiles and says hi to you but never fails to demonstrate his superhuman agility by swerving out of your way when you cross paths in the narrower hallways, making sure he never touches you. You also hear questionable screams of anguish from Beomgyu’s room whenever you come down for water at 3 a.m., you often have breakfast cereal with Jay and he always makes sure to refill your Cheerios while saying “to make your day a lot more cheery-oh,” and sometimes— when you’re particularly lucky— you and Sunghoon would emerge from your bedrooms at the same time and he’d stare you down, like usual, until you finally smile at him and he breaks into a cold sweat before either retreating back into his room or downstairs.

It’s great. Living with Jake and his friends is so great.

Until it’s not. Because you’re living with six men, and that statement in itself is bound to harbor problems.

Case in point—

“Who the fuck ate my ice cream?”

It’s early in the morning. Heeseung, Beomgyu, Jake, and Jay are all gathered around the kitchen island as you witness the murder scene in the fridge. You turn around, revealing the opened pint of mint chocolate that has a very noticeable chunk taken out from its creamy, minty center. “Not me.” Beomgyu is the first to defend himself. “You’re the only one in this house that even likes that toothpaste shit.”

“Say that again.” You slam the fridge door shut, looking him dead in the eye. “I dare you. Say that shit again.”

You wait. You continue staring at Beomgyu until he breaks into a nervous sweat and lets out a cough after tearing his head away. A victorious grin stretches on your face. “Thought so, punk.”

“That’s not fucking fair. You can’t pull that crap!”

“What crap?” you press further. Beomgyu isn’t able to challenge your stare again so he resorts to hopping off the stool with a groan and disappears into the living room. That’s another victory in your books. “Anyway, seriously— which one of you ate my ice cream? I won’t get mad. Just be honest and tell me.”

Jake fidgets in his seat. “Are you sure someone ate it?”

“There’s a hole! There’s literally a singular hole!” You’re sure one of them took a bite before realizing their major fuck up and discreetly returning your pint into the freezer. Jay chokes back a giggle. The three of them are looking at each other. Oh my god, they’re all children. “Heeseung. Do you know what happened?”

The man in question suddenly jolts in his seat and straightens his shoulders. “N-no, no I don’t,” he sputters out. “I really don’t know.”

“I think he does,” inserts Jay.

“I think he does, too.” You settle the violated ice cream on the counter before marching up to the panic-stricken accused. He tries to run away, but you’ve memorized all his evasive tactics. You know how this bastard operates, so you slam your arm down over the counter as a barricade before he could book it. “Heeseung, did you kill my ice cream?”

“I did not!” he exclaims.

“Who did it, then?”

“I don’t know— ask Sunghoon!”

Just in time. Sunghoon is mid-stride into the kitchen, but makes an immediate u-turn the moment he hears his name. You’ve just about had it. You manage to grab him back by the scruff of his shirt and yank him down with a harsh tug. “Holy shit,” Jake breathes out. Sunghoon tries to pry himself off with a grunt, but you have an iron grip on his collar.

“Talk,” you spit out. “Tell me who ate my ice cream. I’ve had enough of your silent treatment, Park Sunghoon. You better spit it out, right now.”

This time, he succeeds by grabbing you by the wrist and almost flips you over, before settling with twisting your arm instead. “I don’t fucking know!”

“Ow!”

You hold your forearm close to your chest. That was the first time he’s ever spoken to you and you would’ve thought his voice was pretty until he decided to cuss you out. “Well damn, you don’t need to be a total bitch about it.” Sunghoon’s expression sinks. He grumbles and turns back out of the kitchen. You let out a sigh, quickly returning your attention to the three boys on the counter before they can get the opportunity to run away. “None of you are leaving until you tell me who the culprit is.”

Heeseung squirms nervously under your stare. The other two are out of hot water because they don’t seem to know anything. It takes him thirty seconds to break. “Soobin hyung said— said something about making a mistake so I think you should— wait, hold on!”

Too late. You’re already marching up the stairs. You can hear the scrambling of footsteps following after you, but you don’t stop, not until you reach his room and you lift your fist up to gingerly knock on Soobin’s door. Two knocks. And then three. You hear the knob click before a small gap cracks open— wide enough for you to flash the hesitant Choi Soobin a malicious grin. Within a second, all the color drains from his face and he tries slamming the door back shut, but you wedge your foot into the gap quick enough to stop him.

Fuck. It hurts like a bitch. You’re biting down your tongue and trying your best to maintain a smile. “Let’s talk, yeah?” You kick the door open and Soobin stumbles back to avoid the violent swing.

It’s the first time you’re entering someone else’s room. You hope you don’t get sued for breaking and entering.

“I believe we have yet to formally introduce ourselves to each other, Mr. Choi Soobin, but you see, there has been a conundrum,” you start, walking into his personal space, inch-by-inch, step-by-step and he slowly backs away. “A crime scene, if you will. Yesterday, on my way home from work, I bought a delicious pint of mint chocolate ice cream from the 7-Eleven just outside the subdivision. You’ve been there, right?”

The back of his legs hit the cushion of his bed when there’s no space left for him to back into. “Soobin.” Your voice is sharp, slicing into the air, and Soobin stumbles back onto the mattress. “Have you been there?” you repeat your question. He nods, throat bobbing when he swallows down nothing.

Maybe you’re pushing it, but you’re having way too much fun. Let’s just say you’re getting even. “Well, I left that pint of ice cream untouched in the freezer because it was already really, really late at night,” you continue. “I intended to eat it this morning, but imagine my surprise when I opened the pint to find a huge, gigantic hole in the middle! Almost as if someone dug a spoon and stole a bite of my mint chocolate ice cream.”

Soobin flinches everytime you hiss out a word with too much enunciation. You’re practically looking down on the giant man. His face is drenched in guilt. He’s got nowhere to run now.

“Do you know what happened, Soobin?”

Too much. Maybe you pushed it a little too much this time because all of sudden— he’s in tears. He’s actually fucking crying.

“...Soobin…?”

“I—I didn’t know it was yours! It was— it was late at night and I was half asleep, so I—I—I thought it was the choco chip ice cream I bought the other day, put when I put it in my mouth, it tasted horrendous, and that’s when I knew I did something horribly wrong.” There are fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks and he’s close to breaking into a fit of hiccups. Oh no. Oh, for fuck’s sake. “I’m sorry, I’m so—sorry, please forgive me, I—”

“H-hey— it’s fine, it’s alright, I was just messing around!” Your palms and fingers are now all wet trying to console him while wiping off his tears. The last time you had to comfort a grown man was when you watched Hi Bye, Mama! with your friends, so needless to say, you’re lacking in that skill department and are thus, also freaking out. The only thing you’re getting out of this is the discovery that Soobin’s skin is unfairly soft. What the hell is his skincare routine? “It was a joke! A joke! You know what, you can have all my ice cream from now on! So, please just stop crying—”

“Oh my god.”

You snap your head back to see the rest of the boys gathered outside the door, but that’s the least of your concerts at the moment because you think you’ve just traumatized Soobin a second time within two weeks you started living here. “You monster. You made Soobin hyung cry,” Beomgyu announces from behind, and you shoot him a glare.

“Do you want me to make you cry next?”

“I think I’m good.”

Soobin finally calms down after that and you’re all subsequently kicked out. You knock on his bedroom door the next day with three more pints of ice cream (different flavors) as a peace offering and though you’re sure the both of you are cool now, he still starts sweating when you try to make eye contact with him. You also haven’t caught the bastard that keeps on depleting your kisses stash yet, but you’ll find him eventually.

And that was just one of your problems. The next issue you have is a little less dessert related, and little more—

“Fuck! Put some pants on, for shit’s sake!”

The amount of times you’ve almost seen a pair of balls hanging around shouldn’t be legal. You finally decide to round them all up in the living room for a discussion one day because it’s been getting out of hand.

“Listen,” you start your speech. The six of them are sitting around the sofa as you stand in front of them, arms crossed, and all. “I understand that you’re all used to living by yourselves for a very long time now. Trust me, I really do. But to be completely frank, I also really don’t want to see any dick and balls outside the bedroom, you know? I get enough unsolicited dick pics already.”

Jay looks like he wants to say something. “So, does that mean it’s okay if it’s inside the bedroom?” You give him a look. He politely puts his hands on his lap. “Sorry.”

“Anyway,” you continue. “Old habits die hard. I understand that. But someones these habits need to be broken for the sake of a peaceful cohabitation. That is why I thought of a countermeasure.” You tap on the large jar that’s been sitting on the coffee table since their arrival. All eyes are on the container. “Every time someone accidentally flashes anyone— of course, that includes myself— they have to put money in the Preservation of Dignity Jar as a penalty.”

“PD&J.”

“Yes. Thank you for your input, Jay. Jake, you’re raising your hand?”

Jake lowers his arm and clears his throat. “Who gets the money once the jar is full?”

“Very good question.” He looks proud of himself. You give him a smile. “All the money goes to me because of how much you guys have violated my eyes within two weeks of living here.”

“That makes sense,” Sunghoon nods at your proposal. Of course he does. He’s the biggest culprit out of the lot.

“That’s not fair!” Beomgyu interjects. “It’s not like I want you to see my dick!”

You give him a smile and he flinches back down into his seat. “So, is it my fault for walking into an unlocked bathroom?”

“Knock first!”

“I do, and you bitches never fucking answer!”

“Okay!” A clap resounds in the room. Heeseung makes an attempt to resolve the spat. “How about we all get the money in the jar?”

“None of your socialist bullshit, Heeseung. The most deprived should get all the money in full.” He winces the moment you step a little too close. You let out a sigh. “State your miseries. Soobin, you start.”

He’s been quietly fiddling with his thumbs since the beginning, and the sudden flush of attention isn’t helping his nervousness. “I...I have this Gojo figurine that I’ve been eyeing since last month, and—” Soobin cuts himself off. You raise a brow. He looks away. “N-nevermind. You can have the money.”

That was three more seconds of eye contact than usual. You should give him a pat on the head for that. “I’m in debt,” Beomgyu quickly presents his case. “I borrowed money from Jay and I need to pay him back.”

Jay goes next. “I’m a couple hundred thousand won short because Beomgyu borrowed money from me.”

“Those don’t sound very misfortunate, I’m afraid.” Jay says he totally, absolutely agrees with you and Beomgyu clicks his tongue before grumbling in the corner of the couch. Your eyes land on Jake, who hesitantly drawls out that he wants to buy a new beanie. Sunghoon spends too much time thinking so you eliminate him for being slow. “Heeseung, would you like to say something?”

“I just think we should all—”

“My turn,” you cut him off before he tries to settle for equality again. “My dorm caught on fire. I’m half-homeless right now. If there aren’t any objections about me being the most in need out of all of us, we can agree that I’ll be the one keeping the money.” They don’t dare make a noise. You grin. “It’s a pleasure doing business with all of you. Please feel free to walk around in your underwear as much as you’d like. Thank you.”

When you saunter out of the area, you hear Beomgyu rallying them to protest because this felt like an unfair arrangement, but by the end of the week, the jar is already a fourth filled with sweet, sweet cash and you have successfully established the steady flow of your passive income. Was that your intention in the first place? Perhaps, but they have to compensate you somehow for everything your eyes have been forced to witness.

But there is yet another pressing problem in your midst. This one, you’re not entirely sure you have a solution for.

“Hey,” you greet Jake after he opens his bedroom door for you. He invites you in and you realize he’s building an addition to his very extensive LEGO collection, so you’re careful not to aim your ass on any of the bricks scattered on his bed.

“What’s up?” he asks with a curious smile.

“How did you get your friends to agree with me living here?” Jake cocks his head, eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, it’s kinda obvious that they’re not exactly comfortable with me being around.”

“Are…you sure you’re not just misunderstanding?”

“Jake,” you exhale. “One of them picks a fight with me whenever he gets the chance, another one doesn’t even want to fucking talk to me. The other two are either desperately avoiding me or flat out think I’m about to hit them when I raise my arm for a wave. And aside from you, I can only hold a normal conversation with Jay, but those conversations aren’t exactly normal, either.” You have no idea if he hasn’t noticed this, or if he simply just wants to feign ignorance, but Jake looks like he’s in very deep thought. You sigh again. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here? I can just find another place to stay if I’m being too much.”

You must’ve hit a nerve, because he suddenly snaps into panic. “No! I mean, you really don’t have to go! Trust me, having you here is important to all of us.”

Now, that’s suspicious. You narrow your eyes at Jake, and he presses his lips together and looks away. Something is definitely up and you’re not going to give up until your dear friend voluntarily spills out his guts or until you make him spill it.

“Important?” you prod. “What do you mean by that?”

He starts sweating even more. “I—I mean, those four are just shy, you know? They’re not very good at expressing themselves. And—and you’re getting along pretty well with Jay! They all have absolutely zero problems about having you here, I can guarantee you that.”

You continue staring at him for a little longer, throwing out a hum and sigh every now and then to get his gears grinding. When you deem him scared shitless enough, you finally start, “I see.” There’s something wrong in the tone of your voice and he knows it. Jake swallows nervously. You finally crack him. “Jake, I’m really disappointed.”

There it is. You watch as he crumbles right before your eyes. “I really expected better from you, you know?” A little more. “Of all people, I didn’t think you’d be the one to put me into this kind of situation. I mean, we’ve been friends for a good while now. No, I’m not angry! I’m just really, really disappointed.”

“Hear— hear me out!”

Almost.

“I have nothing to do with the bet, I promise! I’m just an unwitting participant, so please don’t get mad at me! I’ll tell them to quit it, I really will!”

Gotcha.

“Oh, so there’s a bet?”

It’s like you drained all the life out of him within a matter of seconds.

“H-huh?” he stammers, eyes batting in confusion. “Didn’t you say you were disappointed? Haven’t you found out about the whole bet thing?”

“I found out thanks to you.” It probably isn’t a good thing if Jake is this terrified about you finding out. You lean back, palms sinking into the push of his blankets as your friend continues to eye you nervously. “How about you tell me more about this interesting bet? Does it have something to do with me having to live with all of you?”

He’s nipping on his bottom lip. It’s becoming more evident that whatever this bet is— you surely have the right to know. “I’m sorry,” he finally spits out. “I—I can’t say— at least not at the moment! But, I promise it’s nothing bad! It’s completely harmless and not dangerous at all!”

It’s definitely something bad. “Alright.” You get up. He instinctively blocks your way and panics again when he realizes what he’s doing. You click your tongue. “I’m not going to force it out of you if you don’t want to tell me. You’re still the owner of the roof I’m living under, so I can’t exactly try to fight you, you know?”

“So, you’re not leaving?”

Jake is wearing his puppy dog eyes and you honestly start to feel bad. You sigh for the umpteenth time and raise an arm, letting your fingers pad through his soft hair when you pass in front of him, walking towards the door. “I’m not,” you assure. “I am finding out about this god damned bet eventually, though. It’s honestly worrisome how easy it is for you guys to crack under pressure.” Flashbacks consisting mostly of Soobin and Heeseung flit through your mind. You’ll try to mess with them a little less from now on.

You exit Jake’s room with a new problem on your plate and your previous one unsolved. It just keeps building up more and more.

To be honest, the biggest problem you expected to have upon discovering that you’d be living with six grown ass men would be them bringing in girls way too often for your personal comfort, but so far that hasn’t happened yet. Something tells you that you don’t need to worry about that anymore.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#enhypen x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #enha x reader #txt x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #lee heeseung x reader #park jongseong x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen scenarios #tomorrow x together scenarios #enha scenarios #txt scenarios

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Heyyy, just read your poly ff with lute, adam and reader and it gave me idea... Just imagine, readers day being particularly long and they feel like shit and so they come home to their two lovers and just cuddle and get taken care of + if there is wing stuff, I would go insane like wing caressing

You can write something of this or just have it in ur head bc can't get it out of mine hahha

Adam x reader x Lute

Let me make your day better

You were a newer angel working for the seraphims, Sera and Emily. And you loved your job you truly did, but Emily was exhausting. It was her job to make everyone happy and, in a way, working for her made that your job too. So all day you've been climbing through play places, making sure businesses were doing ok, cheering everyone up AND planning the early extermination. You were done, your social battery was shot, and it was taking everything you had to not just snap at absolutely everyone."Hey! Are you ready to go have more fun? We can have a slumber party? We could invite our friends! Drink soda pop until our heads explode! And have fun all night! I've got glitter glue and googly eyes!!" Emily listed off excitedly, bouncing on the balls on her feet. (If you understand the reference, I do write for sun. 👀) You took a deep breath trying to calm down and not snap at the sweet girl, "Emily darling it's starting to get late, it's not good to plan this things so late, plus you hate the dark and Sera won't be happy if you keep the lights on" you spoke trying to convince her it wasn't a good idea . Emily teared up slightly, "but I really really wanna keep hanging out! And having fun!" Emily whined loudly, and you finally lost it. "That's enough, emily!! I said not tonight!! You're so annoying!!" You snapped wings puffed up in anger, making you appear bigger than you were.

You could hear gasps of shock from around you due to the fact that you just yelled at a seraphim.You felt guilt start to overtake you, "emily.. i- oh god Emily, I'm so sorry, " you said softly, smoothing your wings out with your hand before crouching down in front of Emily. Emily looked like she was about to cry, "n-no, it's ok, I get it.. you can go home, " Emily sniffled and hiccuped. You nodded slightly, understanding that you weren't in a headspace that was open to keep working.

You nodded and left, heading straight home. It was starting to get dark in heaven anyway. You trugged through the front door, setting your clipboard on the table with a sigh. You went to your shared room and just turned all the lights off, cuddling up in the covers. You relaxed at the familiar scent of musk and sandalwood. Adam and lute used the same cologne, so it was the smell of both of them. You sighed, and you realized that with how close Adam is to the seraphims and how news travels around quickly, you knew Adam and lute were bound to find out quickly.

And as if on cue, you heard the front door open and two sets of boots step into your home.You sat up a bit and set your phone on the charger, Adam was the first one to enter your bedroom his mask and boots off. "Hey there sugartits you wanna tell me what happened with emily?" Adam said as he began changing into his at home clothes, aka just some sweatpants and a shirt.

"Today was just a lot, and I snapped.. she wasn't taking no for an answer and I couldn't take it.." you muttered

Adam nodded a bit. "Did you eat anything today?" Adam asked, turning to look at you. You shook your head a bit."I didn't get a chance. Can we just order something instead of cooking?" You asked

Adam sighed and nodded "yea we can do that." Adam plopped into the bed next to you on your left, pulling you close to him "Mm I missed you today, " Adam muttered softly

You could feel the smile crawl onto your face. "I missed you both too speaking of. Where's lute? I heard her come in?" You said, looking up at Adam. Adam smiled down at you. "She's grabbing you some water. She thought it'd be best to give you some space," Adam explained, rubbing your side.

Lute walked in after a few minutes with some water and a snack, "Hey there darling, I brought you something to eat," Lute said, crawling into bed next to you, handing you the water first.

You chugged the water down, not realizing how thirsty you had been throughout the day. "Thank you, lute.. I'm sorry I'm not being the best right now.. today was just shit.." You sighed a bit.

Adam was still rubbing your side while scrolling on his angelphone, showing you funny videos occasionally. Lute reached behind you, rubbing the base of your wings sweetly. "Do you need help winding down? A massage? Some of our kind of play time, maybe?" Lute offered gesturing to the chest of "toys" you had.

You relaxed a bit. "If you just keep playing with my wings and rubbing my back, that'd be great.. I don't think I'm supposed to fit in half the places I did today. " You laughed slightly before moving, resting your chest on Adam's thighs. Adam moved his phone a bit to look down at you "yknow you could put that mouth to use girly~" Adam put his hand on the back of your head moving your head a bit closer to his crotch. Lute slapped his hand away. "Stop that she just wants to relax pervert." Lute said sternly as she straddled your lower back and began massaging paying extra attention to your wings and breaking open some of the pin feathers you hadn't even realized you had.

You let out groans when lute hit knots in your muscles and your wings, "fucking hell lute.. you're so good at this" you breathed out. Lute snickered a bit "oh I know I'm good with my hands deary" she teased.

Adam huffed. "What so you can joke, but I can't? What a double standard danger tits, " he was whining. You took a deep breath. "Adam dear, I love you. I do, but if you keep whining like a toddler, I'll hit you," you threatened. Adam gasped playfully. " I'm the one buying food, and now I'm being threatened by my own lover? I can't believe you, " Adam joked as he handed you his phone to order what you wanted. You could hear Lute laugh at him as she massaged and rubbed along your wings. "Mm lute right there... that feels so good..." you whispered a bit.

Slowly lute finished the massage and ordered her food as well, and sat you back in your spot. Adam put his phone down as he put the order in before grabbing the remote and putting on your comfort movie.

The rest of the evening was rather relaxed. You ate together, had some dessert, and took a shower together before ending it all in a cuddle pile on the bed with you in the middle.

Lute was playing with your hair while humming softly, Adam playing with the feathers on your wings as you sat together in mostly silence aside from lutes humming and the white noise.

"I hope today is better for you, girly," Adam said softly, breaking the silence. "You know what? I think it will be better, but you guys really made today so much better for me.." you said softly

They always did make your bad days better, and you'll always make their bad days better, no matter what.

#hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #adam x reader x lute #adam x lute #lute x reader x adam #comfort #hazbin fluff #x reader fluff #jaded works🪶

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Live reactions and ramblings about the two final episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Same as the other two posts, Incoherent, unfiltered thoughts, I wrote them as I was watching. Most of them are in chronological order, but not all. It's also longer than the others, since It's the finale 💀

EPISODE 7:

Everybody already knows Vaggie is an angel?! I thought she would still try to keep it on the down low after coming back, but hey, good for her!

SIR PENTIOUS PETTING KEEKEE 😭❤️

Charlie has hooves :00

Alastor just kicking his feet please- 💀 why is he so babygirl coded

"Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath." This entire piece of dialogue might be on of my new favorite Alastor moments ngl

ALASTOR ONLY OFFERED HIS INFORMATION IN EXCHANGE FOR A DEAL WITH CHARLIE I FUCKING CALLED IT-

THE DEAL MAKING SCENE OOOOO

"What's that you said about smiles?" "Good girl :)" The head pat I can't- 😭

"Bank accounts are scam created by the shadow-goverment!" 💀

Alastor listening to Charlie vent :'D he seems so fucking done

"Come on now Alastor, she's much too young for you! Just kidding, I know you're an ace in the hole!" "A what now?" I ADORE ROSIE ALREADY

"Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you!" 🥹❤️

"Susan, who's a bit of a..." "Ornery old bitch?" Alastor has stopped holding back all together, huh? 💀

CARMILLA FIGHTING BY KICKING WITH HER ARMS BEHIND HER BACK YOOOOOO-

"You have an X over your eye, and you wield an angelic spear. It's not exactly rocket science." The entire Hazbin fandom:

CARMILLA'S SHOES ARE ANGELIC STEEL?!??! I mean duh but

The dance choreography in "Out of Love" is goddamn stellar!!

VAGGIE'S WINGS LET'S GOOOOOOOO-

The entire scene with Rosie talking to Charlie, she's such a fucking sweetheart and one of my new favorites!! ❤️

Alastor letting Charlie borrow his microphone!!!

"She's bound to pass the test as the princess of Hell!" There's a test??? Hopefully I'm taking this too literally, because otherwise there is a lot of new unanswered questions 💀

"She's filled with potential that I could guide!" ..Is anyone really surprised at this point?

THEY ALL STAYED AND FORTIFIED THE HOTEL I'M SOBBING-

EPISODE 8:

"Oh Alastor, I can't wait to see you get fucked!" Vox sweetie, do you even know who you're talking about?

GENERAL PENTIOUS!!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD OH MY GOD 😭❤️

Even getting off a random ass pole, Angel has to do it in style :'D

Cherri Bomb is there too, hell yeah!!

Cherri ffs, can you at least pretend to care about Charlie's speech 💀

"An enjoyable collective to be around, I admit one could get accustomed.." OH MY GOD????

THE KING OF ROACHES 😭😭❤️ I need to draw it at some point

ANGEL WANTING TO SPEND HIS POSSIBLY FINAL NIGHT ALIVE WITH HUSK AT THE BAR I-

SIR PENTIOUS TRYING TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO CHERRI BOMB Cherri if you don't want him I'll take him!!

THEY MADE THE TWO DICKS THING CANON WHAT- 💀

Charlie being afraid of loosing all of her friends :(

"MORE THAN ANYTHING (REPRISE)" *quiet sobbing*

Even Adam thinks Lute should chill the fuck out :'D

EVERYBODY'S BATTLE OUTFITS, ESPECIALLY CHARLIE'S AND VAGGIE'S :OO

"Let the slaughter begin." CHILLS.

NIFTY STABBING THE CORPSES 😭😭

"I'm about to end your fucking life." FUCK 👏 HIM 👏 UP 👏 ALASTOR

THE ENTIRE FIGHT BETWEEN ALASTOR AND ADAM my 15 year old self is having a stroke

HE BROKE ALASTOR'S FUCKING MICROPHONE?!??!!?

"Radio is not dead, but it is ending this broadcast.." Even when retreating from the battlefield, he does so with class, I love him so much-

Charlie apologizing to the angles as she's fighting them, this girl-

THE KISS!!! THE SCREAM I SCREAMT.

On a more serious note I really hope that Cherrisnake won't develop further than this. They have clearly very different needs and wants, that I can't see mixing together very well. Cherri enjoys being free and doing as she pleases, with nothing tying her down, whereas Sir Pentious seems more traditional. It's also kind of shallow on both ends, Sir Pentious developing a crush seemingly out of no where, because "ooo hot lady!" and Cherri only being actually interested in sleeping with him after finding out he supposedly has two dicks.. :/

THEY FUCKING KILLED SIR PENTIOUS AND IN SUCH AN ANTI-CLIMATIC WAY FUCK YOU ADAM??!? I kinda saw this coming after it was said Angel wasn't the one to die but

RAZZLE AND DAZZLE TURNING INTO DRAGONS LET'S GOOO!! FUCK THEM UP GIRLS!!

THE FIGHT BETWEEN LUTE AND VAGGIE IS STRAIGHT UP BRUTAL OH GOD-

Charlie's devil tail :0

LUTE RIPPING HERSELF FREE FROM THE RUBBLE I'm just straight up terrified of her at this point

LUCIFER?!!? LET'S FUCKING GOOOO!!!!

"Sorry I wasn't here sooner." YEAH ME TOO BECAUSE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE IF YOU DID 🙃 But seriously where was he??? Surely he had heard about his daughter going to war against HEAVEN????

IT WAS A MASK??? I love how Adam just looks like.. a guy.

Lucifer not taking the fight at all seriously, I love him :'D

FATHER/DAUGHTER TAG TEAM WOOOO!! GET FUCKED ADAM.

NIFTY KILLED ADAM???!!? I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GIRL!!!! ❤️👏

BAXTER??? IS THAT YOU????

Nifty just zoning out during the TV interview, I love when jokes go full circle :D

THE "HAPPY FIRST WEEK SIR PENTIOUS" BANNER. I'M.. VIOLENTLY ILL. SOBBING. THROWING UP. CURLING UP INTO A BALL-

ALASTOR'S PART IN THE FINALE SONG. I got some serious chills. He looked actually frantic, only for him to pop up later, pretending like nothing is wrong, he's such a good character oh my god???

THE MEMORIAL FOR SIR PENTIOUS. I GET IT. STOP TWISTING THE KNIFE IN THE WOUND IM BEGGING YOU-

SIR PENTIOUS MADE IT TO HEAVEN I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW, HE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭❤️ VIV DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR I SWEAR- I also love Emily's and Sera's reactions to him pffft

LILITH HAS BEEN IN HEAVEN THIS ENTIRE TIME??? HUH????

I... feel like I'm going to combust. There was so much new information.. I need to go lay down and sleep for like a day.. or two 🙃

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #sir pentious #nifty #alastor #vox #lilith #lucifer morningstar #hazbin emily #hazbin sera #hazbin rosie #cherri bomb #reaction

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A Murder of Crows : a Kaz Brekker x f!reader FF mini : Part One

Summary: Modern au in which Kaz Brekker and his Crows are in the rescue business. They run an underground anti-trafficking mob. The only thing Kaz hates more than liars are powerful people who take advantage of others and the Diamondbacks are the worst of the lot.

A/N: I sincerely hope I have the impetus to keep this going. Thank you to everybody who showed interest.

Warnings: Evidence of abuse, fear of men. (Kaz thinks you are only falling for him because he saved you. Kaz is a very smart idiot).

He was covered in blood the first time you saw him, a grim reaper, dark clothed and limping. But he was far from lame.

"Demjin" you gasped.

He grinned then, a white slash in a bloody mask.

"If you like."

He extended a gloved hand towards you and you took it gingerly, rising from the dirty floor in a cloud of chiffon and expensive perfume. He glanced at your clothes with distaste, a wrathful sneer curling at his mouth. You glanced down, ashamed, and tried to cover the tattooed snake that writhed down your forearm, white diamonds patterning its back. But he shook his head, gripped your chin between gloved finger and thumb and lifted your gaze to his bitter one.

“This is not your fault” he said stonily. “Life bit you. Now you get to bite back.”

He let you go and limped through the exit, expecting you to follow and not looking back to check.

Light blinded you the second you stepped outside of the dark compound you’d been existing in for months. You kept your eyes fixed hard on the back and shoulders of the man who had let you out. Curious how, after everything you had suffered at the hands of men, you were capable of trusting this one. He was walking arrogance, pure as coal, but you believed he might just hate the men who took you and used you as much as you did.

“Your name?” you asked, reaching for his sleeve.

Your fingers had barely brushed it when he turned to look down at you with eyes like ice, the same moment someone else called to him and his head snapped away, his name ringing in your ears.

“Kaz!”

You looked up to see a tall, lanky man bounding towards you, a gleaming gun strapped to each hip, barely hidden beneath the folds of his coat. Instinct bolted and you ducked behind Kaz, hiding in his shadow. He glanced behind him, irritation melting into something else, something strange and cloying, when he glimpsed your wide eyes and the ring of dark finger bruises painted around your throat. He hadn’t been able to see them in the dark building.

He held up a hand to stop the young man in his tracks; warm brown eyes tried to find you around the wall that was Kaz Brekker, but Kaz shifted his stance on his bad leg every time he moved, so eventually he gave up and stood back, hands spread wide.

“Jesper” Kaz said quietly. “Bring me Nina and Inej.”

“But, can’t I even say -”

“No” Kaz interrupted. “You can’t. Bring me Nina and Inej.”

Jesper sighed and loped off, broad shoulders bunching under the fabric of his coat.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

He didn’t say you’re welcome, nothing like that.

“Jesper is good” Kaz told you instead. “One day you’ll see it. He is everything I’m not.”

That was your first warning.

You were driven to a place they fondly called the Slat, but you were not expecting a well kept, well lit apartment building, three levels high and packed to the roof with small luxurious one and two bedroom apartments. The two young women Kaz had sent Jesper to find for you, Nina and Inej, hustled you inside and into the waiting elevator, leaving Kaz and Jesper to find their own way up.

Inej was Suli, dark eyed and beautiful, still carrying the ghosts of a similar past to your own; you could see it in her eyes and in her sad smile when she looked at you. Nina had the wide hipped, strong look of the working class Kaelish, but turned out to be Ravkan, a top of her class heartrender and gorgeous to boot.

She held your hand in hers as she led you back out of the elevator on the second storey, producing a delicate key from inside her sleeve and unlocking the door to usher you inside, handing you the key as soon as you had stepped across the threshold.

“This is yours” Inej said, gesturing at the room. “One bedroom, one bathroom, and a small kitchen. You now hold the only key.”

You stared at her and Nina, surprised. You turned the key over and over between your fingers.

“The only key?” you asked softly. “Truthfully?”

Inej nodded.

“Truthfully.”

“What about Kaz? He owns this, doesn’t he?”

Inej glanced at Nina and you followed the look, waiting.

“Kaz will leave you alone, but if there’s an emergency, he doesn’t need keys” Nina said diplomatically. “Now, sugar, there are fresh clothes in the wardrobe. I’m sure something will fit, but if not, let Kaz know and he’ll fix it. He might look and sound like a demjin, but you can trust him. He’s wicked for all the right reasons.”

She squeezed your hand and Inej gave you another fleeting smile before they turned and left through the still open door. You closed it slowly behind them, locked it, then turned to face your room. Yours.

You sank down onto the fluffy carpet and closed your eyes, thanking the Saints for the demjin who had saved your life, right as the first tear fell.

Tagging: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic #soc fic #six of crows #a murder of crows

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I think she probably just wants to put all this behind her. I can't really speak much more for her. I'm just speaking from my perspective.

She's not here anymore, neither is Ada, and that's where we're all at. Ada and Sophie's devout followers need to get a grip and move on with their lives. Otherwise they'll be stuck in this same cycle for...a while...this is warning for you anons. Attacking others will keep you bound to the current contexts of your lives...it's very depressing and basic...you guys are acting ugly ffs.

I'm not trying to have a long winded conversation about this. I only want to implore people to stop bullying and creating an ugly space. It's insane, actually. Like when I saw what they were saying to Bry, I had to say something.

As for the shade Sophie supposedly threw at you and Bry. I'm not entirely sure, and it's none of my business. It's a sad. These communities get so dogmatic...and tensions can run high. It's "reality breaking" stuff we're discussing here, so I get it...but the abhorrent behavior needs to be addressed, by more than a few people.

Words complicate, but also create cool perspectives within this current apparent context. There are infinite perspectives on the matter, and I hope that we can all share our stories without so much attacking and bullying.

Btw, I really do enjoy this "no concepts" label. I always preferred word-expressions which held minimal connotations. Less confusion. I want to thank you Koda and friends for putting these very simple expressions out there. Many people will and are benefiting from such. Seriously. (What people? Lol)

I will repeat myself: Ada and Sophie are gone, irrelevant at this point. They shouldn't matter to you anons other than anything they may have left behind that could help/guide you. They don't care for or want your fanfare. Like seriously, stop.

"Btw, I really do enjoy this "no concepts" label. I always preferred word-expressions which held minimal connotations."

Definitely! It's kind of a natural thing to happen. After using AV as a pointer, you have no need for it anymore and just roam about as " ". Speaking about AV will sound limiting because the philosophy is just a hint and paradoxically, the concept of "no concept" is still a concept😆

Also, thanks for you message, esp. saying the last part "they don't care for or want your fanfare" since you're her friend you'll know best 👐🏻 On the other hand it's very easy to see how such fanfare happens! Imagine you're at your seemingly lowest -> you find someone who helps -> you grow attached to them -> fanfare. This is a general thing you see everywhere, not just tumblr but it results in weak insults and anonymous defences in their name like they contribute to anyone's personal wellbeing or hurt (among all accounts) but they don't

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Jeez, this entire drawn out convo is embarrassing and done to death. BL is romance. It's bound to the same romance tropes as MF and FF, id-driven as many of them are. If you don't like how a male character is written, that just means you don't like the story; move on. A lot of romance and horror both function on the premise of "romanticizing" and "fetishizing" things that wouldn't be desirable in real life. Yes, horror movies do portray murder as something fun for the audience. That's why people like slashers flicks from the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s. It even became a trend that people would watch the intro of the slasher to see which teenagers are the most annoying, so it's fun when Jason or Freddy or Michael Meyers, or whoever kills them gruesomely. That's why we love the Final Destination films! That's why we like Saw! It's why we like The Evil Dead! It's why we like Wrong Turn! It's why we like Scream! Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Child's Play, Halloween! They're tropey horror slashers with elaborate, gorey murder scenes that become such spectacles of themselves that by the end of the franchises, there's so much blood and viscera that the scenes are parodies of themselves. They're beloved all over the world. And people cheer for the murders in theaters! People love cheering for Freddy Krueger and Michael Meyers, and Jason when they disembowl some 15 year old who was probably just off drinking illegally with their friends. People love cheering for them so much, that there're are crossover films so we can cheer as they fight each other. These are such well-known tropes in horror that they've become cemented in popular culture, so movies like Cabin in the Woods are made. It's popular, extremely so, and I don't know how someone can go 20 years of life and not realize this. Just like how people like reading Twilight wherein Edward basically stalks Bella. Women don't want to be stalked in real life, but they like Edward because it's just a story. No one wants to date a man like Christian Gray in real life, but he's hot in a story. No one wants a guy like Ryouma Ichijou in real life, but it's fun in a tropey BL. The audience is supposed to like him because they want the main couple to get together. If it's not your thing, just don't watch it and move on to something else. The world will keep spinning.

And a lot of people like stories from the antagonists' perspective because it's interesting. This doesn't appear often in things made for children because it's for children, so it has some small responsibility of modeling behavior... because it's for kids. Things for adults don't have all these restrictions because as an adult, you should be able to judge right from wrong in real life, so you can just relax and watch Hannibal Lector abuse and manipulate Will in Hannibal without having an existential crisis about the moral fabric of society decaying. If you can't handle it, you should leave the training wheels on because genre fiction for adults will not always hold you hand--because you're an adult, and you should have common sense to know "murder/sexual assault/stalking/harassment/etc is bad in real life." Children below the ages of 4-5 aren't supposed to watch things like Spongebob for this same reason: they can't tell the difference. If you're an adult, you should be capable of that much, at least.

BL studies is an established academic field that discusses and examines BL across the world in different media forms: manga, manhwa, manhua, anime, donghua, live action, etc. from different countries. Read articles from professionals. Learn about BL and geicomi since apparently it also has to be reiterated that the characters in BL--yes, even the thin, waifs--look like straight men in East Asia. They're ikemen. There are different stereotypes of what queer men look like all over the world, wild concept, I know. The stereotype of what gay men look like in E. Asia are chubby bears, like plumbers, or super ripped men, like the body types typically featured in geicomi, the stories made by men for a male target audience.

Yes, many popular youtubers/breadtubers say convertly puritanical talking points in their videos. Few, if any, actually have media literacy. And few are actually transgressive or nuanced in their discussions of fiction or fandom. If they were, Google wouldn't promote them. You should try reading up more about radfem/TERF theory to recognize these talking points. Everyone who thinks these things isn't walking around around with a neon sign. You should know, since you actually share many of their harmful beliefs, but I doubt you'd call yourself a TERF or a radfem. Read Nancy Friday books like My Secret Garden to learn more about taboo sexual fantasies are how normal they are.

Read BL studies articles to actually learn history, read some Nancy Friday books to get over this weird projection of morality and kink in fantasy, and actually listen when people are correcting you because there's decades if not centuries of research refuting all your "points." No one is saying you have to like these stories for yourself, but you do have to realize the world doesn't revolve around you, and other people will always like different things and that's fine. These stories and discussions have always happened and they're fueled by misogyny and homophobia, as well as a desire for censorship. Read some Oscar Wilde essays too or even more recent BL manga/hwa/etc. BL anime doesn't get produced often because animation is expensive. It's 2023. Why are we pretending that Love Stage is representative of current trends in BL across different countries in different mediums, genres, magazines/publishers since Love Stage came out in the early 2000s?

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Mistakes in the moonlight

Skz Family au, from Mama Hyunjins perspective [fem pronouns used]

Note: Listen, it's like 12 pm here, I saw a sad edit and started crying about the skz family and had the urge to write a fully fleshed out ff. If u guys think I should, then vote here

She sits on the balcony bathed in moonlight. Her boys have been put to sleep. Chan went down silently. He had always slept better when he knew his father wasn't home. Changbin had tried fighting her, wanting to keep her company, but he gave in, fatigue of the previous school day overtaking his body.

She picked up the glass of wine from the table next to her, admiring the way the red liquid swished as the glass moved. She caught her wedding ring glimmering in the moonlight, the silver band burning her, like a reminder of a contract she's helplessly bound to. Soft silver in contrast to the dark red of the wine. (Silently, she remembers that this is the only silver item she has. All her other jewels are gold or black)

The wine had been a bottle Seungmin had gifted her for her birthday last week. It makes her think, the contast between the ring and the liquid, much like the contrast between the brothers.

She wonders sometimes if she had made a mistake back then, choosing Han, she wonders and wonders, until her sons come crying to her and her husband doesn't come home, then she knows she made a mistake.

She knows she should've chosen Seungmin back then. The man had shown her what it truly felt like to be in love, but she was young and ambitious, and Han had a free spirit, charming her with songs he had written himself.

She sits on the balcony, a single tear falling from her cheek, Seungmin is married now, not happily, but he's married none the less. She herself is married. She hates Han for what he does, how he doesn't look after their children, and how he doesn't even care about anything they do. Seungmin would be a better father. She knows he is.

Five year old Chan has slipped up calling him 'daddy' a few too many times. She wish she could take Seungmin up on his offer, have an affair with him just like his wife is doing with Han, but as much as she loves him she can't bring herself too stoop that low.

She will not do the very same thing her husband does. She will not give him amunition to turn her into the bad guy.

Taking the last swig of wine, she walks back inside to the empty house, not a home anymore, its to cold to be a home.

She sits on the couch, getting a book to keep herself busy while she waits for her husband. He'll stumble in eventually, drunk and flustered, and like the perfect wife she is, she'll help him to bed.

She'll be damned if that man sees her break, see's the pain she hides.

One day, she'll work up enough courage to hurt him in the same way he hurts her. One day, she'll give her boys the family they deserve. Unluckily, today isn't that day.

skz masterlist

#asher 🌑 speaks #skz #stray kids #skz family #skz Hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids family

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Okay I don't know if you saw the star and stripe fight for season seven and I won't spoil it, but I think it's interesting to see how a Japanese author perceives an American hero, though I think hero society would be totally different to Japan if bhna was real. Like with how we treat the government, extensions of that government like heroes probably wouldn't have the same celebrity appeal, and because freedom of speech is very strong in America in contrast to Japan which is controlled by government news (apart of the reason why news in Japan is positive, or has some kind of agenda), there's probably footage of hero corruption every day on social media. Hero antis, then there would be the difference in quirk laws. I mean even thinking about American hero comics to Japanese comics, all the American heroes are vigilantes as the default, even if their organizations they work alongside the government or work with them but they aren't under them. Dcau, did it best with Amanda Waller and the justice league, on one hand the government let's them solve the world's problems but are also launching a death attack on them at the same time, because no one is sure what to do. Since the justice league isn't heroes for America their heroes for people who need help. Opm and bhna are very different since hero society is a government organization with vigilantism seen as a crime. All heroes work for the government which leads to them not always helping people who need help, but also being allowed to kill. Batman would never kill since it's the only thing that separates him from his enemies but Hawks can because what separates him from his enemies also happens to be part of his paycheck like or not. Heroes in opm or bhna might not agree with the government or even point out the corporation but that's their government, they're even bound to the country they operate in. Heroes like in marvel or the justice league just solve whatever needs help whenever help is needed, and even will fight against the government if it turns corrupt. Which I think is a very interesting contrast of cultural mindsets

Tbh that's why I like Star and Stripe because she's a very interesting interpretation of American hero celebrities by a Japanese creator. She's much more like a DC hero since Marvel's characters are often maligned or even hated by the citizens in their universe; one of the crossover comics has a panel showing Wanda and Pietro looking in astonishment at a magazine praising heroes and even showing corporate tie ins and ad campaigns with metahumans front and center. So I think Horikoshi as a giant comics fanboy is giving Star and Stripe more of a DC portrayal despite her look being very Captain America inspired.

I've been replaying MUA 2 and remembering various bits of Civil War, including how the catalyst for the entire fucking thing was a disaster that happened on a reality show starring heroes taking down criminals. Treating hero work as entertainment is something a lot of Marvel characters disliked and it led to a villain nuking himself and wiping out an entire town on live television. And I think Hori also takes some inspiration from the Civil War arc showing that ideological split among the Pro Heroes.

Though the biggest inspiration in BNHA is likely X-Men given how Quirks work and esp regarding the metamorph subplot. Of course the Japanese manga interpretation casts Spinner as a roided out rioter that's going too far in fighting against his oppressors, whereas in America you get a lot more readers going "...no fuck this, Magneto is right". Americans are much more willing to side with factions like the League of Villains and the Brotherhood, and I think part of it is because a LOT of American political change came as a result of disrupting the status quo and marginalized people outright fighting for their rights. Ffs our country was founded after we revolted against the British monarchy over taxation and we had an internal conflict over the perceived right to own slaves vs. the right to be free as a supposed pillar of our nation.

I also think a lot of American comic characters are powerful without having powers: ie. Batman and the entire Batfamily, The Punisher, Green Arrow, Iron Man. Given how Deku started out Quirkless I really think Hori wanted him to not ever get powers at first but either he or the editors changed his mind.

#sloot's essays #.bnha #also America would never let their number one representative and hero be a woman lol #I do like that she is very American in terms of her personality tho. like. what we saw of it and her backstory five minutes before she died #also her design is so good. i may not always like how he portrays women but hori kinda popped off with her

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Of Healing and Breaking Again

Chapter 3 Or The One Where We Are Discovered

Summary: On a mission for Cid The Batch encounters an unexpected ally. Together they uncover a sinister plan being concocted by the Empire that could prove catastrophic for the galaxy. Together they try to save their lost brother, stop the Empire, and come to terms with feelings they never thought would be possible.

Pairing: Tech x FemJedi!OC

Word Count: 4.1k (long boiiiii)

Warnings: violence, mentions of vomit, death, some swoony eyes from our Jedi girly —this is an intense one

A/N: this one was a hard one to write but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It may be my favorite chapter/piece of ff I have written thus far! Hope you all enjoy it too! And shout out to my beautiful lovelies of the tag list! You’re amazing! Thank you for reading and for the support!

Catch up on what’s happened so far: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Avery trudged up to the Marauder first thing in the morning, her stomach in knots. The boys were running the normal pre-flight checks. She inhaled and marched up to them, trying to feign confidence balanced with the overwhelming remorse she was feeling.

“Hey boys, I just want to ahhh…apologize to you for the other day.” Avery rubbed the back of her neck and stared at her feet feeling the rush of shame for how she’d acted. “I’ve been…having a rough time. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Hunter stepped toward her, “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and get comfortable. We’ll be heading out soon.” She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She proceeded to make herself as unobtrusive as possible when Omega bounded up.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come! You can help us with,” she paused, peeking mischievously over her shoulder at Hunter, and dropped her voice to a whisper, “the mission!”

“I heard that, Omega” Hunter interjected, not looking up from the task he was engrossed in.

Omega giggled and grabbed Avery by the hand insisting she wanted to give her “the official tour” of the ship. She proudly showed off the room her brothers had constructed for her, named who slept on which uncomfortable looking rack, pointed out the refresher, introduced Gonky, and presented Lula with a squeeze.

“And this is the cockpit! Tech says he will only teach me to fly when I can recite all of the Marauder’s specs from memory,” Omega grumbled.

Avery giggled at her visible disdain, “Sounds like he’s just looking out for you.”

“More so my ship, but yes. Some of that is concern for Omega’s safety,” Tech quipped over his shoulder.

“We are set, Tech. You ready?” Hunter asked, leaning on the frame of the cockpit door.

“Affirmative. Everything is ready on my end.”

“Great, let’s get this over with. When we reach the mainland we will split up. Tech, you and Avery will get the medical supplies. Wrecker will stock up on munitions. Echo will stay back to ensure we have no trouble with Imps snooping around the ship. Omega and I will look for Cid’s contact and hopefully secure what we came for. Any questions?”

Avery settled into one of the empty seats in the cockpit, attempting to draw as little attention to herself as she could. She woke up with a feeling of dread she couldn’t shake and it was gnawing at her. She tucked her knees up to her chest and shoved her nose to the screen of her datapad.

“You’re much less conversational than the other night,” Tech had turned to face her. His eyes crinkled as a slight smile crossed his lips.

“Yeah, wine does tend to make me chatty. This,” she motioned absently with her hands, “is your space. I tend to be reserved when I’m not in my element, so to speak. And I prefer listening to talking anyway.”

Tech narrowed his eyes, curiously studying every aspect of her before speaking again, “Yes, well that should not be a problem. Do you know where we are going to acquire our supplies?”

Avery nodded, “Yes. I frequent the same seller every visit. He’s reliable, trustworthy, and reasonably priced.”

“Excellent. You will lead the way when we arrive.” Avery nodded in agreement.

She was about to turn her attention back to the pad when Tech launched into an in-depth explanation of the migratory and mating practices of one of the native bird populations. A little unexpected and she wasn’t quite sure yet where the train of thought had originated but it was interesting. She put her datapad back in her satchel and rested her chin on her knees, listening intently.

He’s pretty cute pointing his finger like that while explaining things. She smiled at the thought.

“Ah, apologies, I am probably boring you.” Tech began to turn so his attention was back on the controls when Avery stuck her foot into the arm of his seat stopping him short.

“Wait, Tech. I’m not bored, I’m enjoying listening to you. I enjoy learning about wildlife.”

“Fascinating.” He adjusted his goggles, looked at her foot, and then leaned into Avery as if inspecting her eyebrows scrunched together quizzically. “That has never happened before. However, we are approaching our destination so we will have to continue this conversation at a later time.”

As everyone scattered to perform their respective duties, Avery noted the Empire's presence had exponentially increased since the last time she was here and something deep within was telling her they were there to find her. Avery pulled the hood of her poncho up, concealing her face as best she could hoping no security holocams captured her face yet. She walked so close to Tech she bumped him periodically. He took a mental note of her proximity to him and observed her body language to get an idea of what was going on. He finally broke the silence when he was certain of the cause of her unusual behavior.

“The troopers make you nervous,” Tech uttered, leaning in to Avery.

“A little bit, yes. Could you talk to me? Ask me questions? Anything to distract me until we reach our destination,” her voice quivered.

“Of course. What should I ask?” He countered with unflappable confidence.

“Anything. Literally anything. You could tell me more about the birds from earlier, or ask me personal questions, I really don’t care,” desperation was creeping into her voice.

“Why Nuna?”

“What?”

“Why did you name your loth-cat Nuna? Those are the impossibly stupid swamp turkeys on Naboo. A strange choice in name.”

“Oh,” a chuckle left her lips and her shoulders relaxed some, “Because when I got her I thought she was as stupid as a nuna, however I’m beginning to wonder if I was wrong about that. She had no real awareness of her surroundings and ran into everything; walls, furniture, you name it. She also puffs up like a nuna when she’s mad.” Tech smiled, amused by her reasoning.

“What made you choose medicine as a profession?”

She looked at him, calculating how she would answer without giving too much away not knowing what he had already discovered from his lengthy research on her.

“I like helping people. Fixing people,” she finally answered. “One of my greatest attributes and biggest flaws probably. I saw all of the suffering the war was bringing. To civilians. To the troopers. I wanted to be useful…a source of comfort and kindness in a war that had little of either. Most of my training happened in the field. However, I think I’ve become a pretty good physician as a result.”

He looked down as she glanced up at him, each holding their gaze a little longer than normal. Her eyes were so blue and her lashes were so long. They brushed her cheeks as she blinked. He hadn’t noticed before and now he wasn’t sure he wanted to look away so quickly. This had also never happened before.

“That is very altruistic of you.”

She had let her guard down, but that also meant she’d stopped scanning her surroundings. Unbeknownst to both of them was the small squad of tk-troopers approaching from behind. Impatiently they shoved through the crowd, with one in particular shoulder-checking Avery with the full force of his body weight plus armor.

“What the stang!” She yelled as she was thrown off balance.

The unceremonious shove from the tk-trooper sent her careening into Tech. In a single smooth motion he staved off her fall, his hands grasping her waist and hers clinging to his forearms. He shot a glare at the trooper before turning back to her. A flush had crept across her cheeks as neither had let go of the other quite as quickly as they should.

“Are you unharmed?” Tech furrowed his brow as he squeezed her slightly.

“Yes, thank you Tech. I am fine,” her stomach still turning though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the anxiety of the presence of the troopers or her proximity to Tech.

In that moment, that intimate moment of them holding each other she felt him. Everyone had a force signature, unique to the individual. Even the clones, especially the clones, were distinct individuals in the force. She could get a general idea of someone's signature from being near them. But this, the touch and closeness. She felt so much of him. He was confident in not just his intelligence but his physical capabilities. He needed no one’s approval. He loved his squad, no, his family deeply and would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for their safety. He missed their brother, Crosshair? Yes, that’s the name she was getting. He was warm, compassionate, and had a strong sense of honor. There was a tenderness there that was reserved for only those he chose to allow in and a selfish part of her suddenly yearned to be one that he allowed in.

“You are safe with me,” his voice was gentle and soothing.

“I know,” she said barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and continued, “We are here.”

They entered the shop and began quickly checking off their lists. She instructed the man at the counter to add anything Tech was purchasing to her bill. He tried to dissuade her but she insisted it was the least she could do for letting her tag along. She paid and they prepped to leave when it hit her. That feeling, the Force was warning her. Danger. They were here. And they wanted her. Tech was uneasy too. She sensed that as well.

He looked at her, “Let’s get back, now.” She nodded firmly. She glanced at a group of troopers talking to some civvies.

“Have you seen this woman?” They asked, projecting a picture of her. Her breath hitched and she looked away pulling her hood further over her head.

Tech had also seen the exchange and immediately opened his comlink, “Hunter we have a problem.” Her stomach dropped, and she hoped that she wasn’t the problem he was referring to.

Hunter’s voice answered back almost immediately, “I know, Tech. We’ve seen them too. Just get back to the ship and we will lay low on the island until some of the Imps clear out.”

“Copy that,” and with that he closed the link. “Remain calm and keep walking. We will be fine,” he soothed again, eyes fixed ahead of them. She was in awe of his unflappable restraint in what was, frankly, a dangerous situation for all of them.

They arrived back at the ship with no other complications, sans not completing CID’s mission much to Omega’s dismay. They quickly loaded the supplies and once on board, Tech wasted no time getting them airborne and back to the island. Avery leaned against the cold durasteel of the Marauder contemplating her next move. She couldn’t stay. They would find her sooner rather than later. She’d have to try to charter a ship off planet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Omega, “Why is the Empire looking for you?”

She gave a half smile, “Let’s just say ideological differences.”

Omega tilted her head, “Oh. Us too!”

Avery was taken aback, “Wait, what?” Before any further explanation could be given, they were interrupted by a cacophony of swears coming from the cockpit.

Avery joined them but before she could ask what was wrong, she saw it. Smoke billowing from the island. She pushed through to stand next to Tech in the pilot’s seat.

Her eyes wide and her knuckles turning white from the vice she held on the headrest, all she could manage was a weak, “No, no, no.”

“Tech, I need you to land where we have some cover,” Hunter ordered.

“Obviously” Tech said through gritted teeth. Echo leaped into the co-pilot seat ready to jump in at any moment as Tech brought the ship down.

Hunter began formulating his next plan of action, “We need to get to the village and look for survivors. Echo you —“

“No Hunter. I’m going alone. You all stay here,” Avery cut him off, her mouth set in a hard line.

Tech whipped his head around, “That would not be advisable.”

Avery shrugged, “No, probably not. But your safety is my primary concern. This is my fight. I know that you know they’re here for me. There is no reason to put you all in more danger than necessary. Worst case scenario I hold them off long enough for you lot to bail. I don’t want you waiting for me if things go south.”

Omega’s eyes brimmed with tears, “We can’t just leave you!”

Avery knelt to her level, “You can and you will if you need to. My trouble with the Empire should not fall on any of you.”

“We will hold out as long as possible for you,” said Hunter, placing a reassuring hand on Avery’s shoulder.

“Thank you. May the Force be with you. All of you.”

Avery rummaged through her satchel and pulled out her lightsaber. Clipping it to her belt she breathed in and closed her eyes before walking down the boarding ramp.

Quietly she made her way to the village. She reached out with the Force before it came into view. Nothing. It was the same sickening silence as in the Temple and her stomach lurched violently.

She fought back tears and vomit, “Now is not the time to mourn. There will be time for that later.”

Her home had been ransacked. She walked in and softly called for Nuna as she dug into her hiding places to gather her few necessary belongings: her medic bag, her healing crystals, the box with the second lightsaber she was building, her remaining credits, and her few remaining clothes. As she was about to leave, hoping Nuna had made it into the forest, she heard a mew coming from under some rubble.

“Nuna!” She grabbed her and tucked her on her shoulder inside her poncho. She crept through the village center making her way to Cira’s. She was hoping, begging, praying to the Force that her friend was okay. That she could apologize for their last interaction. That the last time she spoke to her dear friend when she was so harsh and bitter wasn’t the last time. She stood in the doorway, eyes welling and looked on silently. She carefully walked inside and covered the body of her fallen friend. Avery’s heart felt like it was in a vice looking into those eyes, still open with the fear she’d felt in her final moments painted like a death mask on her face. She reached out and closed her eyes.

She whispered as she laid her hands on her, one final time, “There is no death. Only the Force. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for speaking to you so unkindly. For keeping so many secrets from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, too. You deserved better.” She paused, sensing a presence. She walked back out to the village center, her senses tingling.

“We’ve located the Jedi, sir,” came a disembodied voice. She spun around just in time to ignite her lightsaber and start deflecting the blaster bolts.

Hunter was seated in the cockpit when his senses alerted him to someone approaching. He stood and walked to the boarding ramp where he saw a familiar face.

“Where is the Jedi, Hunter?”

“Hello to you too, Cross.”

“This isn’t a social call. Where is the Jedi?” Crosshair rolled the toothpick in his mouth irritably.

“Dunno what you mean, Crosshair. There is no Jedi here.”

“Don’t lie to me again Hunter. Don’t think I forgot what happened on Kaller.”

Hunter stared at his brother with a mix of sadness and frustration. Echo, Tech, and Wrecker all crowded behind him all wearing similar expressions. They missed him. They wanted him home.

“You don’ have to do this, Cross.” Wrecker said sadly.

“Don’t I, Wrecker? You so sure about that?” There was venom and pain in Crosshair’s inflection.

Hunter was about to say something when a voice came in over Crosshair’s open comlink, “Sir! We had the Jedi in our sights but she evaded us! She is making her way back toward your position.”

“Copy that, I am ready for her. Looks like you don’t have to tell me where she is after all. She’ll be walking right into my arms.”

Tech’s eyes widened in panic and his mouth twitched as he instinctively moved his hand to hover over his deece.

“What’s that look for, Tech? You fond of the traitor?” Crosshair sneered chewing on his toothpick.

Tech stood silent. He wouldn’t kill his brother. He couldn’t. He loved him and wanted him back with the squad. But he would stun him. He wasn’t sure why he was so compelled to protect Avery. He barely knew her. These new feelings would have to be investigated later. For now, he just wanted her back safe on his ship.

Avery crouched at the tree line beyond the Marauder listening to the exchange happening between the brothers.

“Nuna, go to Omega! Now!” She placed the little loth-cat on the ground and she stealthily crept from the hiding spot onto the ship.

Once Avery saw she was safely on board, she tucked her poncho in the medic bag along with the rest of her belongings and emerged. As she passed the boys she dropped the medic bag at Echo’s feet. She made eye contact, nodding toward the bag to indicate he was to take it in case of an expedient escape and he nodded in silent agreement.

She returned her attention to Crosshair, “Hello there, Crosshair. I believe I am the Jedi you are looking for.”

Crosshair sniggered, “You have the arrogant bravado all the other Jedi had, I see. However, she’s the prettiest one I’ve seen so far. I see why you like her, Tech. I’m almost sorry this is how it has to play out.”

“Crosshair, I can help you if you let me. I know you don’t want to do this. I can sense it,” Avery said gently. She slowly approached Crosshair, hands extended. “I will not kill you, or any clone for that matter.”

“Touching,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His rifle was still slung over his shoulder and she wasn’t sure if that was because maybe, just maybe, she was getting through to him or if there was a trap laying in wait for her. Just in case it was the latter, she drew her saber and assumed the opening Soresu stance.

Tilting his head and chewing his toothpick Crosshair leaned forward slightly, “Going back on your word already? Somehow I’m not surprised.”

“No, I meant every word I said. I am just not fully convinced you don’t have a firing squad waiting beyond those trees. I said I wouldn’t kill you. I never said conscripted tk-troopers would get the same compassion.”

Crosshair leaned against a tree, arms still crossed, “Listen sweet cheeks, this is all very moving. But I was sent to detain you, not kill you. I’m following my orders, though given the choice I’d shoot you on sight.”

Avery narrowed her eyes inquisitively, “No. That’s not entirely true, is it though. Like I said, I can feel you. You’re practically screaming in there, I can hear you through the Force.”

Crosshair clenched his fists and scowled, “You are a traitor and I wouldn’t think twice about ending you.”

Before she could argue the semantics of what government entity she was actually a traitor of, she froze her Force sense of danger screaming at her nearly as loud as Crosshair’s desperate pleas for help from inside his own head.

“Crosshair who is coming,” it was sharp as it left her lips. Panic was building quickly. She was skilled in dueling. She had to be. But she wasn’t sure she could hold her ground if she was going head to head against a Sith Lord.

A smile curled at the corner of Crosshair’s mouth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “That’s above my pay grade.”

She spun on her heel and faced Hunter, “Whoever is looking for me is here already, you need to go. You boys aren’t trained for what’s coming.” Hunter opened his mouth to argue but Avery barked, “That’s an order, sergeant! So help me, I will pull rank and Force push every single one of you into that ship. Do you understand me?”

“Hello little Jedi,” a sardonic voice cooed.

Avery looked back, slightly relieved to see that it was only an Inquisitor. It wasn’t a Sith Lord, but the Inquisitors were still sadistic, ruthless, and not her first choice in opponents. She immediately transitioned from Form III to Form V. Soresu would be fine against Crosshair and some tk’s since she wouldn’t have needed any offense. Just deflect, disarm, and run. Against an Inquisitor though? He didn’t have a blaster, his weapon of choice was a lightsaber, bled and corrupted crystal still screaming inside the hilt.

“Good work CT-nine-nine-zero-four. You’ve served well. I can handle things from here.”

“Crosshair,” she couldn’t help herself. She was staring death and darkness in the eye and she still had to say something about those kriffing numeric designations that made her blood boil.

“What was that little Jedi?”

“His name is Crosshair. He’s not just a number,” she hissed, as she idly swung her lightsaber around to warm up. “And you will refer to him as such when you’re in my presence.”

A dark laugh escaped the Inquisitor, “Your reputation precedes you. Bleeding heart for the clones through and through.”

And before anyone could blink the Inquisitor closed the space between them, but Avery met that speed with her own, blocking the blow of the red saber coming down on her head with her own teal light humming and buzzing as they collided in contact. She called on the Force and for the first time in a long time she felt it strongly pulsing through her veins. Parry, parry, block. She let the Force guide her as she went on the offensive. Side step, block, parry, block. She realized The Batch were all still cemented to the ground staring in shock.

“Hunter! Go! Get out of here!” Her yell jarred them back to reality. She could see the hesitation in their faces before they ran back up the boarding ramp. Wrecker hauled Omega over his shoulder as she screamed for them not to leave.

The Inquisitor took advantage of the momentary distraction and Force shoved Avery into a tree, knocking the wind from her lungs and the lightsaber from her hands. She rolled as he surged forward, only just missing her with the blade. Catching her breath she dodged attack after attack still unarmed. She managed to call her saber back to her with the Force just in time to activate it and block what would have been a devastating blow. They were nose to nose, only their crossed lightsabers keeping them from touching. She could feel his hot rancid breath on her face.

The Inquisitor jeered, “You’re stronger than you look, little Jedi, but not strong enough.” She felt her knees buckling, the strength in her arms wavering. His eyes mocked her and for a moment she thought that she was finished. She closed her eyes, breathed in, and pushed back with everything she had. She managed to knock him off balance, nearly throwing him to the ground.

She squared up again, face steeled, “I am one with the Force. The Force is with me! I am Doctor Avery Leto, Jedi Consular of The Jedi Order. I am not a little Jedi. I am a healer, a peacekeeper, and wielder of the light side of the Force. And I will be a force to be reckoned with.”

The Inquisitor laughed bitterly, “Your emotions betray you! I see your anger and sadness, your shame! Oh that shame is delightful. And now I end you little Jedi, but alas will it be by my blade? Or should I delight in ripping out your trachea?” And in the next moment Avery felt her throat clamp shut.

He’s made his choice it seems. Too cowardly to fight fair in a proper duel. Can’t say that surprises me.

She only hoped she could think of a plan quickly as she already felt her consciousness slipping.

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aita-blorbos · 8 months

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AITA for sabotaging Humanity's chance for survival?

Tw: Child Death

I, J(51,M) lost my daughter S at a young age while we were trying to escape from a cordyceps infection outbreak in our city. Twenty years after her death, the world has been transformed to a place full of people infected with the fungus - which can spread easily via bites or scratches or even something as simple as a spore. There is no cure yet so far. I and my partner T(51,F) were given a task by an associate M(40s, F) to deliver this girl E (14F) to a camp of a group I'll refer to as The FFS for anonymity, because E is immune to the cordyceps infection (E was bitten along with her friend R while they were exploring an abandoned mall; R turned, but E remained unaffected) and M believes that E could be the potential savior of the world.

We travelled across the entire country, and I lost T and some more people I'd met along the way, either to the infection, or to humans. I myself was grievously injured on an occasion and E had to nurse me back to health.

Somehow we managed to find the camp, and it turned out the reason E was immune was because the cordyceps in her brain had evolved, but to find a cure, the "doctors" there would have to extract it, which obviously meant that they'll have to kill E to make that happen. I had grown to care for E as my own daughter, and I refused to let that happen. I tried to convince M, but to no avail. Being left with no other option, I escaped from my bounds, and somehow managed to find E, killing everyone else who dared to cross me, including the "doctor" who was the one supposed to be operating on her. On our way out, I was confronted by M, who told me to reconsider my decision to jeopardize the world in such a way. I, of course, refused and killed M so that she could not come after E.

I lied to E about what truly happened there: that they'd already found some immune people just like her, but it turned out that there was no cure. I took her with me to my brother's community and we've been living there ever since.

So, AITA for prioritizing the life of a girl I'd come to care for as a daughter over the entire world, and lying to her about what truly happened?

Edit: E found out what happened and she thinks I should have let the doctor kill her to find the cure. I disagree on two grounds: firstly, E was unconscious while they were planning to operate on her, and secondly, there was only a small chance that the cure would've been successful. I was not going to sacrifice E's life for something that had a minor chance of working, regardless of how it affected the rest of the world. If I was given the chance to go back, I'd do the same thing all over again.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child death #brain parasites #parasites

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andrewwtca · 7 months

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I plan on doing some more KH fics with emphasis on FF7 characters so here's my take on how FF fits into KH:

Forget that 'they're all from Radiant Garden' nonsense, it's GIBBERISH. Because, if Cloud Strife is from Radiant Garden, how does he 'become' a SOLDIER??? That's always the biggest one for me, you can kiiind of get away with the other characters - I mean, Leon literally changed his name in search of redemption so it really works for him - but there's still a lot of nuance lost when you stuff them all in the same place! (Unless RG has a Shinra-like organization for some reason, which would certainly make for an interesting developer interview.)

Therefore, Radiant Garden is a hub world. I was originally going to compare it to Grymoire in WoFF, but that's a single world with multiple iconic locations, so I guess my best comparison would be KH itself. You have multiple worlds, all bound by one sky, one destiny. So while separate events can happen in singular worlds, like a whole world itself could fall, but RG holds the rest of the worlds together.

However, with the one sky, one destiny thing, that means when RG fell to darkness... Yeah, you get it, the rest of the worlds fell too. Hence why we have a bunch of FF characters in Traverse Town.

I think that the people would be aware (to an extent, at the very least) of other worlds. If you go to more rural areas, they'd probably only tell it as folk lore, but when you head to more urban areas, you probably have portals that can take you to RG. Further, some people would be aware that there are worlds outside of RG (for instance, Zack leaving RG all together to go explore the other worlds, showing up in BBS), but I guess it's more of an urban legend.

For the stories themselves, I feel like the events of FF7 would happen to an extent. Given the fact that Aerith is alive, Cloud still calls himself a SOLDIER, Sephiroth is alive and fucking shit up, I'll just say it ends before Disc 1. So then you'd have some key FF7 moments happen during KH, off-screen. Conveniently.

Sephiroth dies to an extent, but the darkness in KH2 and all that. Aerith is alive (hence no ribbon on FF7 character's KH2 outfits (Cloud, Tifa, Cid, Yuffie)). How does Sephiroth die?... I don't know, Tifa gives Cloud a long therapy session and then he uses the power of healthy coping mechanism to kill him?

Hah. Hahahaha. I'm a riot.

Zack goes back to RG, joins Shinra, meets Cloud, and dies, by the way. So. We still get that much misery.

Anyway, that's my take! I have some post-game fics I want to work on, so this is just an organization of my thoughts, so I can properly transform the fiction!

(Cloud for KH4 🙏)

#kingdom hearts #ff7 #kh meta #andrew's fanfics #or will be

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hellogoodbye14 · 2 years

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Hellogoodbye rants

Ever since CC2 and the eventual crossover that is bound to happen, I have seen a few folks say Aelin would rip Rhys a new one for being a bad ruler.

And I god damn laugh every time at the ridiculous notion that Aelin would do anything but respect that man.

The perfection of SJM’s characters is that they aren’t flawless and their journey to become a better version is what appeals to us.

Aelin who had no intention of claiming her throne or fighting back until the death of her rebel princess friend. She would never talk smack about Rhys who suffered emotional, physical and sexual abuse for fifty years to protect his people. She would never question his loyalty and dedication knowing he fought with everything he had from within enemy lines and then literally sacrificed his life to save everyone.

Rhysand would respect her for the lengths she went to to sacrifice her own life for a better kingdom which is exactly what Rhys did. If anything, these two characters will relate to one another more than anyone else.

The illyrian clipping of wings is a huge debate in this fandom and it astonishes me that people think Rhys lets it happen. Rhys banned it and the illyrians continued with the patriarchal practice when he was god damn trapped with Amarantha. He continues to bring change in illyria but change cant be brought overnight when you have to fight people who have lived and breathed misogyny in their culture for centuries. Ffs, women rights even today had to be fought for and continue be fought for. It took us in real day and time decades to bring change. ITS THE SAME DAMN thing. If anything, his continuous fight to bring that change is realistic.

Aelin like Rhys has bargained, lied, cheated and schemed to protect and to lead. You think she will say jack shit to him? Lols.

The only thing those two will bicker on is who’s crazy scheme to follow to save the world or who’s going to sacrifice themselves for the greater good (SJM, you better not touch either of them)

I said what I said.

#acomaf #acotar #acosf #acowar #rhysand #best high lord #aelin ashryver #throne of glass

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jkfanfr · 10 days

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Sarawat and Tine FF- 2gether The Series (BL)

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UGH! I love these two so much!!!!!!!! I don’t care what anyone says, but their chemistry is definitely one of a kind compared to many. Definitely in my top 3 couples. They won my heart when i watched the series and were just the cutest. So i’ve decided to make a FF about them because i’m just obsessed, no literally, i’ve rewatched the series like 3 times already

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

SWEET FLUFF

AND SMUT W AFTERCARE ;)

Have fun reading, and enjoy my lovelies <33

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Sarawat- “So when are you coming back from work?”

Sarawat turned around, looking towards Tine with a gentle smile widening on his lips. He curved his palms around Tine’s waist, digging his nose into the crevice of his neck.

Tine- “Get off of me you idiot”

Tine shoved himself off of Sarawat, which of course made him a little disheartened as his smile slouched.

It’s what happens when you delete Tine’s lawful files off of his laptop. He works as an attorney, and keeps his clients information on his laptop. And not surprisingly, with how bad Sarawat is at using technology, he accidentally deleted them when looking for his own files.

Sarawat is a solo artist, working as a musician day in and day out. He was in a group called Ctrl+S a while back, but after a couple of years being together, they disbanded due to them wanting to focus on their own careers and personal lives. They are all still very close as friends even with how busy they are.

With Sarawat and Tine having busy busy jobs, they still own a home together, still cute together, still sleep together, still go on dates together. All in all, they’re still 2gether, since Sarawat first laid his bambi eyes on his chic little bunny, Tine.

And they plan to keep it that way for the rest of their lives, ever since Sarawat found him again after bumping into him at a Scrubb concert. The endless thoughts in his mind of maybe never being able to see the one he admired ever again almost horrified him. But that day wouldn’t of come anyways.

The love he felt in his heart when he found Tine again, oh Sarawat couldn’t help but fall all over him just the same as Tine did for him.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine baby..I said i was sorry about the files..”

Tine- “You’re sorry, but i’ll never be able to get them back. I’m gonna have to re-write all of that all over again y’know?”

Sarawat- “I know..and i feel really bad about it, you know i do..”

Sarawat tugged onto Tine, even if he shoved him off a million times, he’d never let his baby go. Tine looked at him with his dark circles on the prowl after the sleepless nights he’s been having to work with.

Tine- “I’m heading to work, i’ll be back by 9pm”

Tine grabbed his satchel bag, one which carried the paper files which surprisingly didn’t get deleted. He latched onto his keys, which was hung on a rusty key ring. The mirror was the last thing Tine met as he adjusted his hair in the reflection of it so he doesn’t look like a complete mess.

Sarawat shifted towards Tine, as his heart was palpitating against his chest under his old t-shirt which was bound to be years old by now,

Sarawat- “No kiss goodbye baby?”

Tine- “Do you deserve one?”

Sarawat instantly looked down at his feet as he kicked at the carpet on the floor a little. He then looked up with a little pout on his lips

Tine couldn’t help but give into his cuddly boyfriend, as he looked like a sad little dog who wanted some love

Tine- “I’m only joking, you know i’d never deny a kiss from you, come here Wat”

Sarawat’s smile sprouted up again as he quickly went over to Tine. He put his fingers on his soft cheeks before giving him a delicate kiss on his lips. No matter how tired Tine was, he could never decline Sarawat’s sweet kisses.

Tine- “I forgive you alright? I know it was an accident, but please be careful next time okay?”

Sarawat- “Mhm, i will be as careful as possible. Thank you baby..~~”

Tine forgave Sarawat still, even if he would have to go through another sleepless night. He couldn’t go through the day with thinking about how he didn’t forgive him. Tine cared for him deeply especially when it comes to his feelings.

Sarawat let Tine go after a little while before they both said their goodbyes with Tine shutting the door behind him. And with that, Sarawat was all alone. With no work, no Tine, no nothing. Just a boring Wednesday. He figured he’d spend today writing a song for Tine, as his guitar glistened in the corner of his eye. He’s been singing Scrubb songs for years now, and maybe he could finally write his own for his darling boy.

This would also be good for Tine, as he’s been so stressed lately with his job. This could be a good way to break through that hardheadedness since he’s been so reckless with his well-being lately.

Sarawat decided to take that chance and picked up his guitar, his notebook and went on to their balcony. That’s where his brain was the most efficient. In a relaxed breeze over the city, as he sat in his chair, pondering through all of his best love lines for Tine.

Later that day

Tine shoved himself through the front door, shutting it behind him before dropping his bag on the floor. He sighed deeply before leaning against the door. His eyes filled with tears before he broke down on the floor. Tine brought his knees to his head as he sat on the floor, unable to keep himself from sobbing quietly. He didn’t even know why he was crying, it was all such a trouble to his mind as he thought of how weak he was.

Sarawat was sat on his chair, studying his lyrics as he heard the front door open and close. It must be Tine, his baby. He left his chair, as he walked out of their bedroom to see him.

Sarawat- “Hey my love, how was work-..”

Sarawat’s words soon stopped as he realised Tine was on the floor, swept up in his tears. He ducked down immediately, wanting to know why he was crying so hard.

Sarawat- “Oh baby..why are you crying?”

Tine sniffled hard as he looked up at Sarawat with his twinkling eyes filled with salty tears. He still looked so angelic, even in such a state.

Tine- “Wat..”

That’s the only thing Tine said before rushing into Sarawat’s hefty arms, forcing his warm body into a deep hug. Of course, Sarawat gave into that heartbreaking hug Tine was wanting so badly. He could tell Tine was feeling so messy and out of place.

Sarawat- “Shh..baby, relax okay? I’m here, i’m here for you Tine”

Tine- “W-Wat..”

Tine’s voice was so quiet, as he was stuttering, struggling to talk properly. He was really emotional right now, and Sarawat could only feel so sympathetic, wanting to help his love with anything

Tine- “It’s so stressful..it’s so hard..i can’t do anything.”

Sarawat’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he looked at Tine’s glistening face which was filled with watery tears. This wasn’t like Tine, he loved his job so much

Sarawat- “What makes you say that honey?”

Tine- “I just k-keep on messing up with files and my boss complained at me so much today. I-It was always little concerns but this time was so serious. H-He said my clients don’t deserve me as an attorney. I feel so stupid a-and idiotic and and-”

Sarawat- “Tine”

Tine was interrupted with Sarawat’s voice, as he looked at his serious sort of expression. Tine bucked down, a bit worried of his sudden attitude.

Sarawat- “Do you really think you’re not a good attorney?”

Tine- “N-No..i don’t think i am”

Sarawat- “And you believe that because your boss said it?”

Tine- “Well yeah, b-because he’s my boss and he has to be honest with his employees”

Sarawat- “Do you love your job?”

Tine- “Yeah..i love being a lawyer..”

Sarawat- “So if you love being a lawyer, why do you care if your boss believes you’re not cut out to be one?”

Tine- “B-Because-”

Sarawat- “Because you don’t believe in yourself.”

Tine looked at Sarawat with a softer expression, his lips quivering at his words. Sarawat’s heart shook harder in his chest as he stared at Tine’s pink and puffy cheeks, his saddened expression.

Sarawat- “Tine baby, you’re amazing at your job. No matter how many mistakes you make, you always find a way around them. It makes me admire you even more as a person and as your boyfriend. Your boss doesn’t realise who he’s treating wrong alright? If you love being an attorney, then you need to focus on your passion than other people’s negative opinions of you.”

Tine’s eyes filled with more tears, as Sarawat’s words tugged onto his heartstrings. Sarawat's smile formed on his soft lips, unable to not smile at his sweet Tine. Hearing words like this made Tine feel more relieved, relieved he has someone on his side. Instead of against him

Tine- “Y-You really think so Wat..?”

Sarawat- “I don’t think so, i know so”

Tine couldn’t help but smile a little, looking like a cute little bunny as his arms wrapped around Sarawat again. He sniffled his sadness away, his love for Sarawat only blooming more and more. He doesn’t even know what he’d do without his beautiful man beside him.

Sarawat- “I love you baby, so so much alright? And i don’t want you to think anything otherwise”

Tine- “Mmh..okay Wat..i-i love you too, really i do”

Sarawat- “I know my love, i know you do..”

Tine- “Im so glad i have you Wat, even when i’m so overworked and tired..there’s not a day that i don’t want you”

Sarawat- “Really?”

Tine- “Of course..”

Sarawat- “So..can i have you right now?”

Tine’s eyes widened in slight shock, as Sarawat had a playful smile on his lips. He knew exactly what he meant. His sly and dirty intentions were obvious. So, he quickly hit Sarawat’s shoulder, a sort of punishment for his words

Tine- “Ai! Wat?!”

Sarawat- “Im joking, i’m joking honey, don’t hurt me..!”

Sarawat’s smirk soon went into a pout, his mischievous expression changed into something more worried. Worried about where Tine would hit him next.

Sarawat- “But if i’m serious with you, no matter how you look or feel, i’ll always love you just the way you are Tine.”

He placed a small kiss on Tine’s temple, as he inhaled his aroma of pure sweet vanilla.

Sarawat- “And to show you how amazing you are, i wrote you a song”

Tine’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Sarawat. He was slightly shocked he wrote a song for him. Spending all of his time to write a full blown song? Tine couldn’t even comprehend the fact Sarawat would even go all those lengths for him. He felt so appreciated.

Tine- “You wrote a song..? For me?”

Sarawat nodded; a small chuckle escaping his lips as he left a little tickle at Tine’s jaw

Sarawat- “Of course baby, why wouldn’t i? Come, jump on my lap” Tine’s smile sprouted even more, like a daffodil blooming in late spring time. He planted himself into Sarawat’s legs, as he brought a guitar and placed it in front of Tine. Tine’s eyes were glued onto Sarawat’s long fingers tuning the guitar as he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful man.

Sarawat- “You ready honey?”

Tine- “Yeah, of course i am~~”

Tine giggled cutely, as Sarawat cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, but started his pretty lyrics anyways.

(Best Part; Daniel Ceaser, H.E.R)

(Now it’s not Sarawat’s original of course, but just imagine that gorgeous voice in this song 😩)

You don't know, babe When you hold me And kiss me slowly It's the sweetest thing..

Tine’s ears were in another world as he heard Sarawat’s beautiful voice. His heart went rampant, as he couldn’t contain his own small gasp.

And it don't change If I had it my way You would know that you are..

Sarawat’s eyes closed every now and again as he focused on his tone and rhythm of his fingers slowly strumming the guitar. But he couldn’t help himself and stare at Tine’s glittery eyes.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me Give it all, oh..~

I just wanna see.. I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh..

Tine swore he had tears forming in his eyes, as he couldn’t see Sarawat clearly. The love and passion in his voice, oh he couldn’t help himself

It's the sunrise And those brown eyes, You're the one that I desire When we wake up And then we make love It makes me feel so nice..—

Tine was unable to hold himself back as he shoved his lips straight onto Sarawat’s already parted lips. His eyes widened at Tine’s bold move, as his singing was cut off by his plump and sweet lips attached to his.

Sarawat- “Mmh..babe..what are you doing?”

He asked with a small chuckle, as Tine continued to kiss Sarawat with all of his lips stuck onto his like glue. Tine couldn’t part himself from him anymore

Tine- “Wat, babe, that was so beautiful, your voice, the way you play the guitar, just everything..it just makes me so attracted to you and i can’t help but kiss you right now. I’m sorry i cut you off in between but i couldn’t hold back..You deserve the most loving kiss i can offer..”

Sarawat felt his heart race against his chest, which was tight in his shirt as he watched Tine’s eyes fill with tears. He couldn’t bare to see that as he quickly wiped them away for him. Tine’s words had him on a slight chokehold as he let out a small giggle. His lips curved into his signature smirk.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine..you’re so sweet to me. You give me too much for my heart to handle..”

Tine grabbed the guitar, placing in on the ground beside them both. Confused Sarawat watched his boy get more comfortable on his lap, as his arms were wrapped around his neck.

He soon found it relaxing as the both of them stayed in that same position, feeling each other’s warm bodies pressed against one another.

Sarawat- “I love you baby”

Tine smiled quickly, placing a kiss on his temple

Tine- “Ai love you too Wat”

Sarawat took Tine’s cheeks into his hands, pulling him closer into another one of his signature kisses. They always had Tine hung onto him. The love they both had for each other whirled it’s way through their tongues meeting quickly since the passion rose so incredibly.

Tone moaned breathlessly, it being so melodic in his ears, as his ears felt like they were in heaven. Sarawat brought his arms around Tine’s waist, carrying him towards their bedroom with their lips connected.

Tine already knew where this was going once he was plopped onto the bed, as Sarawat pressed butterfly kisses around his jugular vein. That was a sensitive spot of Tine’s as he shifted a bit on the blankets

Tine- “Wat..baby..please”

Sarawat- “Let me show you how much i love your body..”

Sarawat held Tine’s hands above his head as his lips continued to drag his mouth around his neck. Little love marks were placed around, as Sarawat sucked into his skin. He knew his Tine loved those hickeys around his body.

Sarawat swiftly then undressed Tine, his eyes admiring everything about him. His defined collarbone, those squishable pecs he loves touching, his fresh abs as sweat drips down his tan skin. Those gorgeously long legs of his, curves which fit his fingers perfectly. Everything about him was so perfect

Sarawat- “Oh you’re stunning baby..”

Tine blushed profusely, smiling gently as his boyfriend’s sweet words. Sarawat dipped his head straight on his nipple, tasting the latter on his tongue. His other hand softly squished the other pec, feeling it up how he liked to. Sarawat let his teeth softly sink into his skin, leaving a small love mark before givin the exact same treatment to the left pec.

Tine was groaning through his already parted lips, unable to control my lungs from letting them out. He always secretly loved Sarawat’s touch on his body.

Tine- “Please love..i want it..”

Considering they haven’t made love in a while, Tine was really expecting it. And Sarawat was ready to give it as he stripped himself down. Tine caressed his body lightly, loving the look of his musician.

Tine- “You’re so hot Wat..”

Sarawat let out a small grin and grabbed the Tine by his ass. He squeezed it roughly, pulling them both into a sloppy but meaningful kiss. Tine was in ecstasy already.

Sarawat- “Lay on your stomach then baby..and perk that ass up for me”

Tine giggled cutely before rolling onto his stomach on the mattress. His ass was lifted up a little as Sarawat brought it right to his crotch. Tine was immediately met with his hard and erect length pressing against it, as he let out a groan.

Sarawat- “You feel that? How bad it wants your perfect body?”

Tine’s eyes shut as he nodded slightly, he wanted Sarawat-expo more than ever right now..

Tine- “Oh fuck-please..i beg..i want it..”

Sarawat loved dirty talk, and hearing Tine’s responses made it all the more better. Just hearing how much Tine needs him, not even only in a sexual matter..it’s always so freeing.

Sarawat- “Let me make you a little wet first..”

Tine whimpered lightly at that response, but instantly moaned as he felt Sarawat’s tongue leave a trail of saliva across his ass. He felt his own erection wanting to spill out so badly, he was desperate. He was gonna get wet alright Sarawat let his mouth swerve around, loving how Tine was losing his composure right now

Tine- “No-No more foreplay please Wat..i just want it..”

Sarawat chuckled lightly, ruffling Tine’s hair lightly before shoving his length into his ass. That made Tine half-scream as it was impact he didn’t expect to feel so quick. His boyfriends erection covered with cold lubricant.

He began pounding into his Tine, letting his groans escape from his mouth as the heat was rushing all throughout his body and the room. It was as if nothing could be more pleasuring. And perhaps not too.

Tine- “Oh..oh..mmh..Wat~..please..right there right there for me..”

Sarawat- “Right here baby?”

His tone was deep and lustrous, making Tine growl slightly as his prostate was being satisfied to a whole new level. It was something he’s been craving and his boyfriend was finally giving it too him.

All the stress from his work was being freed by Sarawat, as he let him know how much he enjoyed it.

Tine- “So so good..you’re so good..”

Sarawat continued to thrust into Tine, until he felt a coil up in his stomach, signalling that his climax was approaching

Sarawat- “So hot..and tight..just how you’ve always been. God you’re so sexy..”

Tine loved Sarawat’s praises as his moans exceeded in volume, as he felt his boyfriend’s hands touch up his own erection. That urged him more as his body let out its climax.

Tine groaned breathlessly once more, as Sarawat was getting round to his finale. Tine- “Babe..it hurts..”

Sarawat- “Hold on baby..i’m nearly there..”

Sarawat continued to pound into Tine, making sure he wasn’t too overstimulated before his let his warmth simmer into Tine. He hummed breathlessly as Sarawat did so before he flopped onto the bed.

Their chests were a bit red as they were breathing fiercely. Sarawat curved into Tine, spooning him from behind. Tine, of course, snuggled into his boyfriend’s warmth.

Sarawat- “Let’s go take a shower my baby”

Tine- “I’m tired..”

Sarawat- “Do you want me to wash you with a towel instead then?”

Tine- “If you don’t mind..”

Sarawat smiled gently, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on. His feet stepped into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom with a bowl of water in his hand.

He dipped the towel into the water, rubbing it over Tine’s sweaty body. Aftercare was something that Tine took to heart, and it was a very loving gesture from his boyfriend.

Once Sarawat was done washing his Tine off, he settled that stuff all aside before climbing back into bed. Yes he was still sweaty, but at least Tine was all cool and comforted. That’s what mattered to him, his bunny, Tine.

Sarawat- “C’mere baby, let’s sleep okay?”

Tine cuddled into Sarawat’s arms, as he leant onto his chest. His heartbeat was always a healing noise to him, his favourite to sleep too.

Tine- “Thank you Wat..for making me feel better.. for the song..all of this love making..”

Sarawat- “Mmh, don’t you worry my darling, i wanted to do all of that for you..”

Sarawat smiled, his eyes glowing at Tine’s, how dilated his pupils were. He was adorable.

Tine- “I love you baby”

He left a small kiss on Sarawat’s lips before his smile widened. Sarawat- “I love you too my sweet Tine”

Tine- “I love you more my big Wat”

Sarawat- “Yeah, i am pretty big huh?”

His smile curved into a smirk as Tine playfully hit his shoulder out of slight shock

Tine- “No! That’s not what i said”

Sarawat- “So i’m not big? You want more proof?”

Tine- “Saraleo! Fuck off”

He rolled over so his back was facing Sarawat, as Sarawat laughed a bit more loudly at Tine’s reactions.

Sarawat- “Okay okay baby, i was joking, come back to me”

Sarawat shifted back to Tine, rubbing his sides gently as they both snuggled into one another again.

Tine- “Good night sweetheart”

Sarawat- “Sweet dreams babyboy”

Sarawat left a kiss at his temple before their eyes closed and they feel into dreamland with their hearts intertwined.

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I hope you all enjoyed that fanficccc, i apologise for not being active in a while, but it’ll do my best to put out some more work!!

Thank you all for the great amount of support and please do request any suggestions if you want to. You guys know i can do Thai BL couples, or even some anime characters if you please.

See you all later my lovelies <888

-reii

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