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chvnnie · 9 months
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Letter One: Smoke and Tears
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wc: 2.7k
genre: angst
warnings: apocalypse au, creature feature, use of weapons (guns), alcohol - brief, injuries (gunshot wounds, though no details), fire. I believe that's all, but if I missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW
summary: It's been over a week since you've heard from Chan, and the guilt is burning him alive.
this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents the stray kids members as people, or as a whole. you are responsible of the media you consume. please read responsibly.
series taglist: @straystayvlive, @fawnpeaks, @strayingawayy, @almighty-obsession, @ershyni, @chai-papa, @moon0fthenight, @djeniryuu — comment to be added
Hey, you.
I know I promised to write sooner. There has been a lot happening and while I sat down with my notebook daily, fully intending to respond to your last letter, something forced my attention away. I’m so fucking sorry it took me this long. I haven’t been very good about keeping my promise, have I? 
I promise to change that. Actually. There’s no excuse for missing that week window like I did. And it will never happen again. 
We got to the south side of town seven days ago. It was difficult leaving midtown, but staying there wasn’t practical. On top of all the haunting reminders, it started to get overrun. Rather than cling to the past, desperate to keep it despite its death, we chose to leave. 
The journey south only took us a day or so, but was relatively easy. Jisung cried the entire first day, walking further behind us than we would have preferred. The change has been the hardest for him — he really hasn’t settled in yet here. I’m scared he never will. 
But other than that, there really weren’t many hiccups. I was feeling optimistic; we hadn’t had this good of a journey probably since the start of it all. No injuries, no misplaced anger. Simply doing what we needed to survive. 
We even found a bunker within the day of arrival, saving us the risk of camping out in the open. A tall, abandoned building. I think it used to be an office. The cubicles have been nice. You know how limited privacy is now, so we take what we can get. It was easy to barricade all the exits, and our walkies actually work here (that was the one thing about midtown I despised). There’s even a kitchen! God, what a luxury. Truly, it seemed like a long term place. 
Until day four. 
There’s only two entries to the office; the front and the fire escape. It was Seungmin’s night to guard the front, Hyunjin at the back. I sat in the long conference room with Jisung — the window faces the street. It’s a good lookout. All was quiet, as it had been so far. I pulled out my journal fully intending to write to you. 
That’s when Jisung gasped, pulling his binoculars from his face and hitting me to grab my attention. I grabbed my own, and followed where he was pointing. No, it wasn’t what you’re expecting. 
“Are those people?” Jisung had asked me. 
My vision isn’t bad, but even I had to squint. He was right; though the group wasn’t big, it was obvious by the way they were walking. 
By the torches they were holding. 
For a while, we just watched. But I don’t think it was from lack of entertainment, rather sheer shock. The torches were touching homes, old buildings, flames blossoming at high speeds and dancing in the night sky. Screaming for attention, begging the Nots to come find them. To find all of us. 
The south side isn’t safe. Though the word has spread, I can tell you my love, that I’ve never feared I wouldn’t see you again until we broke into this god forsaken office building. 
Jisung had a window cracked, the perfect amount of space for his sniper to slip through. He was up and at the gun before I could fully process what was happening. 
“I have a shot.” He says within seconds, the cracked circular glasses fogging up. “At one. I could take at least three out—“
“Don’t.” I said, adjusting the binoculars to get a better view. Twelve people, I counted. All around our age, a mix of men and women. Each of them laughed as they turned the earth to ash. “Wait.”
“Chan, we need to act now.” He’s getting ready. I can tell. Tongue between his teeth, digging until the muscle breaks into a tiny cut, blood slowly filling his mouth. “They’re headed our way.”
He’d give away our location, I explained. The group isn’t close enough to be a danger. We need to wait, to see if there's a motive behind the destruction. Humanity is all united against the dark — there has to be a purpose behind this betrayal. 
Jisung wasn’t happy with me. Between forcing him from midtown and now this, I feared that night that if we didn’t lose our lives, I’d lose one of my most trusted friends. Still, he didn’t shoot, following the one we picked as the leader with his gun. Ready in case the okay was given. 
It didn’t take long for me to allow it. I don’t want our letters to just be about the horrors we’re facing. The suffering of being apart. So I will spare you the details of what made me allow the shot, and death of these twelve people. 
We didn’t see the thirteenth until it was too late. Until the makeshift cross was pitched in the center of the burning homes, the screams of this man were loud enough to wake the dead. In a world where everything has been taken from us, our lives forced apart, something I believe we all deserve is safety. 
Except for the twelve. While I mourned the man, I was delighted to watch the fire claim its creators. 
The rest of the night was quiet. Jisung and I sat in silence as we watched other refugees extinguish the flames, sharing a can beer we had been shaving. The luxury felt needed after what we had witnessed. 
His hair has gotten long. I think you’d really like it; it’s charming, especially when he ties in a little half pony. The cut on his cheek I mentioned in my last letter has healed nicely; Seungmin is getting better at his stitch work. The stars weren’t visible that night, but with the moonlight that pooled in from the windows, his eyes made you think there were. 
After he took a sip of the beer, his face twisted in disgust. “This is rancid.”
It made me laugh, the dramatic way he stuck out his tongue as he searched for the water jug. “I think it might be a little expired.”
“Oh? You think?”
“If you want to be a bitch, then I’ll just finish it off.”
God. I wish you could have seen the way he smiled, or could have felt the warmth that filled my chest at the sight of it. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Jisung smile like that. He even laughed, which made me do the same even though my eyes were burning from smoke and tears. 
I volunteered to keep watch the next few nights, though it didn’t come without push back. I said I wasn’t tired, though the truth is that I didn’t want to subject the rest of them to the suffering happening outside this building. They’ve had it hard enough, and I don’t want to add to their burden. 
Day five, Felix and Changbin went out to find supplies. We made a list — things we needed, things we wanted. If a luxury could be stolen, it should be. Felix had the paper, smiling brightly at me when I gave it to him. 
I never expected to hear his sobs mere hours later. Head on Hyunjin’s lap as Seungmin tended to the wound he had gotten while they were at a store. They ran into a group of humans, they said. In the same building, though at the other side. While Changbin kept his gun drawn, they agreed to ignore them. That’s just what you do — let others survive. 
Until they saw them. And laughed, laughed, laughed when they shot Felix in the thigh. Changbin’s voice trembled when he described the group of people. Jisung looked at me, face expressionless but eyes wide. 
There were more than twelve.
Superficial, Seungmin said. He was able to remove the bullet and tend to the wound. Felix would be okay, other than the limp he’s sure to suffer long term. 
“Charming, in a way.” Seungmin joked, but it made Lix laugh. Exactly what we all wanted; if he loses his sunshine, what’s the point?
We were blessed with day six. Nothing happened. Literally — Jeongin even started to nod off at his position. The day was spent playing cards or huddling around the beat up radio. Hyunjin started a mural on one of the walls, the colors bringing us the joy we so desperately needed. 
I spent the day in one of the empty conference rooms. Sitting under the window, thumbing through the photo book you gave me. Remember that day we went to the movies to see some cheesy Christmas movie? You hated it, mocking it the entire time just to get teary eyed at the end. In the parking lot, you hit me with a snowball and how was I to let that slide? I love that photo of you, drenched in water and snow, laughing as you build another snowball. 
I flipped through it over and over, happily losing myself in the worlds tucked in those glossy photos. Though everything in the world is meeting a fiery end, you are the one constant. The driving force behind my survival, behind the protection of the others. Without you, I would succumb to the flame. Life is not worth living without you, even if all I have is letters and memories. 
Fire may take your words, though it will never take my heart. 
That day would have been a wonderful one to write. But instead I spent it reading your letters, tracing the characters of your name. How does it look so lovely? How do you make words beautiful? I spent it looking at your pictures, bringing the album to my nose and inhaling deeply. It still has faint hints of the home we shared together. Do you think we might be able to return one day? Even if not, it won’t matter. I just want you. 
But closer. We are getting closer, and closer to getting to you. It’s taken more time than I would have liked, but the apocalypse doesn’t really like making time for people. By the time you read this, we’ll have left the south side. Step by step, closer to you. 
I miss the way you kiss me. The way your lips feel against my body. I miss your breath tangling with mine like the snow colored sheets we used to lay upon. I miss inhaling you, breathing you. The way your breath would hitch when you’re surprised, when you feel good. The little huffs of air your face before laughing your heart out. 
Fuck. I need to hear that sound again. The cassette tape you sent me isn’t enough anymore. I need you.
I fell asleep in that office, your letters pressed to my chest. And when I dreamed, it was only of you. Watching the smoke hand and hand. 
The sixth day, yesterday, the Nots arrived.
We watched as they entered the town; boney backs arched, long nails scraping the streets. Their horrible squeals were almost piercing, even with our windows shut. It’s always so chilling to see them; the remains of humanity lingering on their morphed bodies. Slowly, they slink down the street. Sniffing for any signs of life. 
Felix was tucked in one of the bathrooms with Seungmin, a walkie turned on loud. If we needed to go, it needed to be fast — which left Hyunjin packing our belongings as Changbin, Jisung, and I stood in the very same conference room where we first saw the twelve. 
“They look rough.” Changbin comments, leaning against the window. He had been keeping watch on the front entrance; even though Jeongin and Minho were standing guard. A warning would be valued. “They’re hungry.”
Jisung gagged at the word, cleaning his glasses with the sleeve of his sweater. “Fucking gross, don’t say that—“
“Why do you think they’re so loud? They’re getting desperate.”
At this point, I realized my optimism was playing a part in my downfall. Even as I watched the crowd of Nots scavenge the debris, looking in trash cans and behind fences, I could only think about how lucky we were to be so high up. They couldn’t touch us, tucked away on the fifth floor of the building. 
The lookout walkie gave a crackling noise before Minho’s voice cut through; clear, measured, even though his tone was obviously frantic. 
“Breach at the fire escape.” He says quickly. 
I picked up our walkie. “Do you hear anything?”
It felt like a century before he responded, all of us holding our breath as we waited. The silence was more chilling than the shrill squawks below. It’s one we all know too well; they’ve found prey. I can only hope it isn’t us. 
Minho clicks back on, and I realize it was naive of me to be scared of the Nots. “Laughter.”
The room began to spin, my ears void of all sound except the sound of laughter. Louder and louder it, closer and closer to our floor. The most horrible melody, leaving the bitter taste of blood in my mouth as my body feels like it’s melting. 
They have flames. 
“Seungmin, take Felix out the front.” I clicked in, trying to stay as calm as possible. “Now, hurry—“
“The Nots are out.” Changbin says, eyes bouncing from the direction of the fire escape to the window. “They’re not going to make it.”
“We don’t have a choice.” Jisung mumbles, opening a window to set his gun up. He squints one eye, tracking the creatures with the barrel of his gun. “I’ll take out as many as I can.”
It was a lose/lose. No matter which exit we took, the risk was high. But something in my gut told me that we rather deal with the Nots than whatever is making that bloodcurdling laugh. 
“How close are they, Minho?”
The silence is a beat too long. “Too close. We need to fucking go.” 
There wasn’t much more than needed to be said. By the time Jisung had shot down a good number of Nots, the laughter was accompanied by banging. Slow, hollow knocks. Their fists were hitting the door. 
And then came the heat. 
The flames grew slowly from under the metal door, dancing on the worn out carpet. By the time we were rushing down the main staircase, it had already enveloped the room I had slept in. Where I had dreamed of you. 
If it weren’t for Jisung, we probably wouldn’t have been able to escape as easily as we did. Hurdling over twitching bodies of Nots, we kept our gaze ahead. Running past the cross, ducking behind remains of buildings. I don’t know how long we ran for until we came across an empty convenience store. Changbin pushed a stand against the door after we cleared it. Boxing ourselves in temporary shelter. 
At the window, Jisung stood. Arms crossed, watching the smoke tangle with the clouds. He heard me coming, yet didn’t even look up at me. “I told you we should have never left the mid.”
He didn’t sleep last night. Neither did I.
We are leaving the store pretty soon. Seungmin is checking on Felix’s wound, Changbin and Minho mapping out a new route as I write. We’re heading east this time. I’m not sure when we will stop yet. 
But east means we’re closer to you. 
I’m mailing the letter today, too. According to the calendar we’ve been keeping, it’s now August 23. The heat has been sweltering here — how is it there, for you? Probably that much different, but you’re further north than us. I can only hope a cool fall breeze will greet us when I meet you again. 
I picked a new spot for you to send your letter as our location has changed — I’ll attach a map to this and check it daily. I know we’ll be in that area for a while, so  send there for now. Hopefully we won’t have to flee again, but I won’t be too optimistic this time. 
The world may be on fire, but so is my love for you (hahahahaha). But truly, if it weren’t for you, the apocalypse wouldn’t seem so bearable. 
Stay safe, my love. I’m coming home soon.
Forever yours,
Chan
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danceswithsporks · 2 months
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Calm Part- 7
Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6
Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series
Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader
Chapter Summary: as the two of you continue to work through your fears big steps are taken and precious words are shared.
Authors Note: woo! 3 days after my vacation ended and this part is already ready!! For those of you who read the preview for this story you’ll notice that the same section has made its appearance. It has been changed a little though so try not to skip straight through it! Also, after looking through my outline for this story it looks like we’re roughly three more updates away from the end!! I may try to squeeze a fourth update in but I’m not positive yet.
Now without further ramblings! Let’s jump into Part 7!
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Calm, life on Pabu had returned to its almost Calm existence once more. Over the past two months, your little family had begun to heal. The nightmares that had plagued the both of them had become more and more infrequent and you could see the happiness slowly returning to Omega. You knew it wasn’t solely because of you.
Chai had settled on a planet that the boys had visited multiple times, Ord Mantell. With that, a steady delivery of something called Mantell Mix had begun. It was apparently Omega's favorite snack, as well as Wreckers. Phee hypothesized that the return of the girl's favorite snack was helping to give a sense of normalcy to her once more. You were inclined to agree.
A month after she’d left, Chai had sent her first package which had been exciting for all three of you. It was like they could both smell the treat from inside the crate, having been informed by you that it was all they talked about. Within you’d found a few tins of tea, a flier for the new shop Chai had opened with Phee, and some beautiful black and red shimmered Naboo silk. There was even a letter detailing how she missed you and the cool ocean breeze. It reminded you of your final days in school when you’d pass notes to one another. Sure you saw each other all the time, just as you now holo-videoed once a week, but it had been nice to not rely solely on technology to communicate. You’d sent your letter back to her with a warm cloak for her to wrap up in. Chai had mentioned how cold Ord Mantell could get and Omega had agreed. That same week Wrecker had left on the supply run for the first time in three months.
It had been one of the hardest moments for you to date. The worry and stress that had coursed through your body as you watched the Marauder leave the planet had made you feel as though ice water had been dumped on you. You felt ridiculous thinking that he would never leave again, but you’d found yourself hoping that he never would. That he’d just stay planetside for the rest of his life with you. But that wasn’t him, that wasn’t Wrecker. That wasn’t the clone you’d fallen in love with. Wrecker was a soldier, a man who helped those in need and traveled through the stars. The only thing that had stopped you from completely breaking down as the ship vanished into the clouds, was Omega. After the events of Tantiss, it had been decided by all of you that Omega was not leaving the planet again for a long time. The girl, surprisingly, had agreed.
Where you had been her rock for the last two months, she was now your rock for the few days Wrecker was gone. Four days. That’s how long he’d been gone. It was ridiculous how stressed you found yourself during that time but after the sudden loss of Tech, you worried that you’d suddenly lose Wrecker. Omega, being the sweetheart she was, spent those four days telling you silly stories about all of the boys. Apparently Wrecker, on one of their many adventures, had gotten his arm stuck in a small opening that ended up being the den of some Ollopoms. Wrecker had seen the pretty white, yellow, and pink of the small rodent and thought it was a flower. It had taken Hunter and Omega an hour to dig his arm out and by the time it was free, three baby Ollopoms had nested in his large hand. The image made you giggle. A victory for Omega.
By the time Wrecker had returned, a bundle of gorgeous exotic flowers in his arms for you, you hadn’t felt as stressed out about him leaving. Of course, you did waylay him for an entire day in your bedroom the moment he stepped through the doorway. Omega thought you were sick and he was taking care of you. You technically had been sick, sick from a lack of Wrecker inside of you. That sweet man of yours had given you the medicine you needed to feel better many, many, many times. Sure you hadn’t been able to walk properly the next day, but it was so worth it.
Over the past two months, the two of you had continued to work on your fears together. You’d been able to handle being on the Marauder while her engines purred around you and he’d been brave enough to sit on the wall with his feet dangling over the edge. It wasn’t a lot and definitely not a breakthrough for either of you, but it was a start.
One night, two weeks ago, Wrecker had mentioned that Chai had sounded homesick during your last call and that maybe she’d enjoy some company from home. The idea of being on the Marauder off the ground had made your heart begin to race. He’d taken your hand in his and kissed the back of it sweetly. “It was just a thought.” Came as a gentle whisper from him while he stroked your arm carefully.
“It’s not that I don’t want to visit her. It’s just…” your words had been stopped as he placed a finger against your lips.
“I know.” He’d kissed the corner of your lip sweetly before falling into silence. After a few quiet moments, he’d cleared his throat. “How about…we make a deal?” You shifted against him before looking up at him and raising your eyebrow.
“What did you have in mind?” Wrecker had given you an interesting look before speaking.
“How about we go visit that waterfall you were telling me about a few weeks ago?” He’d watched as you tilted your head in surprise.
“That’s at least a three-hour boat ride from here, on a different island.” Where was he going with this?
“With the Marauder it’s only thirty minutes.” You’d noticeably swallowed at the mention of the ship. “Would give us more time to enjoy the area.”
Your throat had tightened as you realized what he was hinting at. “You w-want to fly there?”
Wrecker nodded carefully before continuing. “We fly there and then we can jump off the falls, like you used to when you were younger.”
Wait, he wanted to jump off the waterfall? “Wrecker, that’s almost sixty feet. Are you sure?” You’d watched as he chewed his lip at the new information before he nodded quickly. If he was willing to brave a sixty-foot jump for you then surely you could brave flying in the ship to the island. Right?
You were now asking yourself that question once more while you stared at the ramp of the ship. You’d been on the ship countless times now. Wrecker took every opportunity to bring you here for meals or late-night walks, as well as other activities. Trying to get you as comfortable as possible with the ship. You knew every part of the ship inside and out now, as well as how comfortable each bunk was. You preferred his bunk the most. Many times now he’d even had the engines running to get you used to the sound. But never had the ship flown with you in it. That thought was now stopping you in your tracks.
Wrecker walked by you with the picnic you’d packed in hand as well as some other supplies, his eyes taking in the way you hesitated. “We can go home if this is too much too soon.” He spoke sweetly from the doorway. Inside Gonky could be heard saying something and walking around. Apparently, he needed to come with you.
“No.” The word left you quicker than you expected. You
Could do this. This was what you’d been building up to these past two months. You facing your fear would help Wrecker face his. “I want to do this. With you.” You watched as Wrecker smirked and vanished into the ship for a moment before returning to you. He proudly walked down the ramp, wrapped his arm around your waist, and kissed you deeply. Your head spun as you felt his pride for how brave you were being course through him and into you.
He could feel the little shakes your body was doing as the fear tried to take hold. He deepened the kiss while gripping you tightly, sure enough, your legs went weak and you stumbled slightly. A hum of approval left the large clone as he felt the shakes slow. “That’s right, that’s my good girl.”
Stars, Wrecker knew exactly what to say to distract your mind. You whined against him as his words of praise danced through your head making you forget why you were even so scared. You were his good girl, his brave girl. He’d shower you with all the praise in the galaxy if you did this. Something he always made sure to do after each time you stepped onto the ship. “L-let’s go.” The sooner you did this the sooner he’d say it again and that magnificent feeling would be coursing through your body once more.
Wrecker playfully tapped the tip of your nose and motioned for you to lead the way. “That’s my girl.” Your perfect eyes fluttered for a moment before stumbling up the ramp and into the ship. Yeah, he’d figured you out quickly. He’d said it by accident the third time you’d visited the ship and the way your eyes had fluttered and you’d stuttered slightly let him know that you enjoyed it. He’d made sure not to overuse it either, only when it came to facing your fear did he use it and damn did it work every time. Your shared sex life had been flared to life by the work you two were doing for one another. Something about the race of your hearts as you faced your respective fears just seemed to fire you both up.
He watched the way your hips swayed in that short dress of yours. Something black and red caught his eye for a moment before you disappeared into the ship. By the time he’d finished all the checks on the ship and returned to pick you up for your date, you’d already gotten dressed and packed your meal. Now he wondered what exactly was beneath the cute green with tan lace sundress you wore. Wrecker followed quickly behind you and into the cockpit of the Marauder. You nervously sat in one of the passenger seats behind the pilot's chair with your knee bouncing nervously. He stopped next to you and kissed your cheek sweetly before sinking into the pilot's seat.
Every nerve in your body was alive at the moment. You felt every bump, thump, and shift as the ship creaked and began its take-off procedures. The door seemed to hiss closed even louder than it had a few days ago and you watched it carefully. The ship hummed beneath your feet and you swore you could feel it all. Was this how Hunter felt? Did he experience everything the ship did more intensely than the others? Stars, if that was the case then you really felt bad for him.
“You’re doing great, my good girl.”
Oh, there were those words again. You looked towards him instead of at the door and found his hand reaching back to you. Leaning forward, you gripped the warm strong hand tightly and in one swift pull you were on your feet and staggering towards him. Oh, he wanted you next to him, a large lump formed in your throat, near the front of the ship. Your body tingled as the ship hummed louder, no doubt moments from leaving the safety of the ground. Shaky legs carried you to the copilot seat next to him here you took a long breath while staring out the window. Even just being in the cockpit made you feel like you were incredibly high up. The ground just below the ship was impossible to see thanks to the nose of the Marauder. All you could see was the island far below you. He asked a gentle ‘Ready’ while squeezing your hand once more and you felt your heart jump at the realization that you were seconds away from takeoff. “R-ready.”
He nodded to you and then you felt it. A long-forgotten feeling of a ship hovering over the ground. More emotions than you could count hit you all at once. Delight, excitement, nervousness, fear, and most surprisingly…longing. A surprising part of you had missed this feeling. The way the ship hummed all around you and swayed side to side as it prepared to dash into space. As a child you’d adored this feeling, knowing it meant you were off on another adventure. This feeling and the jump to hyperspace had been the feelings you’d adored as a child. It's why you’d loved being on a ship in the first place.
Wrecker's eye flickered to you for a moment as the ship hovered over the cobblestone courtyard. He took in every little detail on your face at that moment. The way your eyes went wide with a mix of worry and wonder, how you chewed your lip nervously, and how your hand was blindly reaching out for him while your eyes stayed locked on the windshield. A small beep left the console as the ship indicated you were now high enough away from the ground to continue. A part of him wanted to take this slow and build up to speed slowly but there was something in your eyes, something in them was telling him to punch it. It would be a gamble to do so. He’d either terrify you to the point where you wanted to go home or…
The ship took off like a rocket making a loud squeal of delight leave your lips. This! This feeling! The last time you’d felt this feeling was the day your parents died. Oh, how you’d forgotten this feeling! The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you shot through the sky, buildings, and scenery rushing past you in a blur while the amazing power of the ship pushed you into your seat.
The squeal made Wrecker smile as he shot away from Pabu and towards the island, you’d told him about. He’d hoped that this would be your reaction. That you’d allow that delight you’d felt as a child to return to you and replace the fear that gnawed at you. He wouldn’t leave the atmosphere, no you weren’t ready for that much yet. But this was a big step and a good start. His thick fingers tapped the console a few times turning on the autopilot before swiveling his seat to face you. With a gentle tug, you were pulled from your seat and the daze you were in and into his lap. Your legs straddled his while your perfect eyes stared into his one good eye. “I’m proud of you, my brave girl.”
You’d been so lost in the magnificent feeling of the ship racing through the skies of your homeworld that you hadn’t realized you’d been pulled into his lap until he spoke and said those special words. ‘Brave girl’ now those were the words that completely undid you. He only ever said them after you’d completed whatever part of the fear you were facing. Just like every time before it sent a shiver down your spine and a heat to your core. “Y-yes. I did it.” His large hand held your cheek gently as a thumb stroked the delicate skin beneath your eye.
He watched your eyes flutter before he leaned forward and kissed you proudly. “How are you feeling?”
“G-good. Nervous still.” That feeling was being overridden by the desire for him growing within you. But it was still there, waiting for just the wrong thing to happen to allow it to shoot to the forefront of your mind. All it would take was some turbulence or strong headwinds to knock you off balance and out of whatever bliss-filled headspace you were in.
“That’s okay. Can’t expect it to go away the first time. Maybe I should bring my good girl on more trips around the planet? Would you like that, sarad?” He stroked the side of your face gently with the back of his forefinger while he spoke. Admiring the way you put so much faith and trust into him.
“Yes.” If only to hear him call you his ‘good girl’ and his ‘brave girl’. Maybe there was some kind of psychological reason as to why you enjoyed being called a good girl but you didn’t care to find out. “Will you…” you chewed your lip and thought about your next words. His mind-spinning pet names for you had done a number on you. Them plus the adrenaline coursing through your veins had worked you up. “Let me ride in your lap next time?”
His other hand dropped to your hip and squeezed gently. “Why not right now? Since you’re already here?” Shifting in his seat, his growing bulge rubbed against the heat between your legs making a little mewl leave your lips. The scent of your perfume wafted through his nose, jasmine, and vanilla, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. An airy breath left your lips while his danced across your skin. Your thighs tightened against his making him squirm beneath you, drawing yet another mewl from you. “Ya like that idea, don’t ya?” His lips dragged across the lobe of your ear. “Maybe next time” he whispered in a deep gruff voice. “You can have my cock in ya.”
“Fuck” The word had left you before you could even think, a dark chuckle leaving him as he nipped at your ear. The way he seemed to become a different man when it came to being on the ship with you was just so incredible. He became so dominating and demanding. You’d made love on all of his siblings' bunks first before even being in his. All because he’d demanded to see you come undone on each one. He wanted your scent everywhere to torture Hunter while making sure Echo and Crosshair could see their beds in a tangled mess and know that the two of you had been there. Wrecker adored his brothers, his Vod as he called them, more than most could say about their siblings. But when it came to you being on the ship with him? Stars, he became insatiable. You couldn’t get enough of it.
Wrecker dipped his hand beneath your dress and pressed it against your needy core. Even through the material of your swimsuit, he could feel your growing dampness. Your hips ground against his lap making him groan followed by another chuckle. “Now now, gotta make sure we get there safe.” A cute little needy whine left you as he spoke. “Don’t worry. You’ll have my cock in ya soon enough, sarad.” He’d make sure you did by the end of the day. He felt you shift in his lap preparing to get off of him. With a smirk, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “For now, how about you let me taste what you had for breakfast?”
Your cheeks heated up at his request. Wrecker's tongue in your mouth was right up there with his tongue against your clit. “Want me to tell you first?” You licked your lips in anticipation of his against them.
“Nah, I like guessing.” He pressed his lips against yours and was instantly granted access. A smirk crossed his lips as he continued to kiss you. Chocolate and strawberries. His favorite.
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You felt the excitement building as you cleared the final step of the mountain and spotted the diving point you’d climbed up to. Over that edge was a sixty-foot drop into crystal clear lavender water. The large pool of water in front of you that fed the falls glowed in a soft purple hue. The smell alone was enough to calm you in a way you adored. Turning behind you, you smiled at the large clone carrying the picnic basket and blanket.
“You brought the rope and that ascender thing, right?” A smile rested on your lips as you watched Wrecker place the basket down and pull out said items. “Perfect, there’s a good tree to tie it to over here.”
Wrecker watched as you walked towards the edge of the waterfall and looked over carefully. Something inside him tightened as he watched you kick a small rock over the edge followed by a whistle of surprise. “You should back up.” Left his lips before he could stop it. He’d agreed to this. He told you he could do this and he would. But seeing you like that, so close to falling over. It didn’t sit well with him. It was one thing being on the stone wall of your courtyard overlooking the island. But this? This was unpredictable, unsafe. The ground beneath your feet could easily give way and you could topple over.
A small laugh left you as you backed away from the edge. “Don’t worry. I was just making sure nothing changed.” Smiling, you turned and looked at the big teddy bear behind you. Your smile dropped as you took in the worried look on his face. You could see that his mind was beginning to get away from him. “Hey.” Moving quickly, you returned to his side and took the rope from him, dropping it to the ground. “We don’t have to do this. We can just enjoy a nice picnic up here and wade in the water. The pool was shallow enough at one end that you wouldn’t be swept away by the current.
He felt your warm hands in his but his mind couldn’t seem to focus on your words. It was as if his mind had switched to protection mode and all he wanted to do was keep you close. It took you saying his name three more times for him to refocus. “W-what?”
“I said we didn’t have to do this…and that you’re squeezing my wrists a little too tight.” Instantly his hand released you and he took a step back. You could tell he was fighting those thoughts again. “Wrecker, my bear. Everything is ok, I am ok. You are ok.” You took a careful step towards him and slowly slid your hands back into his.
He wasn’t sure how you managed to always find a way to recenter him, but you did. “I’m sorry, goddess.” Carefully he lifted your hands and placed gentle kisses on each of your wrists. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. We knew this wouldn’t be easy.” A hum came from you as you felt his gentle lips against your skin. “Now, let’s eat some lunch.” Stepping forward you placed your chest against him and tilted your head up. “Relax in the water and you can admire my new bikini.”
Wrecker shivered at the feeling of your fingers moving under the back of his shirt and slowly up his spine. “N-new bikini?” He remembered the flash of black and red that he’d seen earlier. Something told him already that he’d enjoy how it looked.
With a smirk, you nodded and took a step back. “My aunt on Coruscant sent it. She said it’s the latest fashion.” Reaching up to your neck, you undid the knot on the top of your dress and allowed the green and cream material to slide down to the ground with the help of a little wiggle. Wrecker's eyes widened as he took in the swimsuit and you knew his mind was officially on you. “Do you like it?”
The black fabric shimmered with red crystals as you turned slowly for him. The fabric crisscrossed on the front and wound tightly around your neck before moving under your breasts where the bottom part showed a daring amount of skin. Two more strips of black fabric crossed from the top of your ribs, across the front, and down to your hips connecting with the bottoms that accentuated your ass beautifully. A shaky breath left Wrecker as he watched you bend over and pick up your dress. “L-love it.”
Looking over your shoulder, you smirked. “Good. Now.” Turning you walked to the picnic basket and placed your dress down before looking for the blanket. “I packed sandwiches and dessert. Which would you like first?”
There was only one dessert Wrecker wanted to have and it wasn’t whatever you had in the basket. He moved faster than he intended and was soon behind you. Slowly his hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you close. Memories of your make-out session on the Marauder an hour ago resurfaced and spurred him on.
“Oh.” You giggled as you stood and placed your back against his broad chest. “Or we can have dessert now and dessert later.” Reaching a hand up, you placed it against his cheek and pulled his face into the crook of your neck. “What would my big bear like?”
Stars, he wanted to rip this bikini off of you and take you now instead of later. Bury himself in your warmth and enjoy the safety and grounding that only you could give him. “Whatever you prefer, my goddess.”
A shiver ran down your spine and you fought the urge to give in to him. “Well we did climb up here to enjoy the lavender water, so let’s relax in this lovely pool with some wine and maybe..” with a final wiggle of your ass, you stepped away. “I’ll let you enjoy some desert in the water.”
“I…” Wrecker had always wanted to fuck in a pool like this. He was a simple man with simple desires. He watched as you took your boots off and moved towards the shallow end of the water and away from the waterfall. The waterfall that you’d planned your entire trip around. That he’d made a deal with you about. “I want to enjoy the falls.. as we planned.”
“What?” You turned and looked at your clone in surprise. Yes, you���d made a deal that you’d ride in the Marauder and he’d jump from the falls. But you had zero intention of holding him to it. “You don’t have to do that, Wrecker. We can build up to it. There’s no rush.” You could easily come back another day, especially if that meant riding in the Marauder with him inside of you like he wanted.
Wrecker shook his head as he bent down and picked up the rope. “I want to enjoy what you enjoy. If that means jumping from super high up and into the water below.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Then let’s do it.” A small smile crept on your face and that alone gave him the courage to go through with this. If you could ride in the Marauder for him then he could do this.
“Ok. I’ll go first and you follow me?” Quickly you packed everything back into the basket before grabbing the rope. “You can lower the basket to me once I’m down there?” Then you could enjoy your date at the base of the falls instead. Maybe screw under the falls themselves? It was a promising idea. You knew from experience that there was a small alcove behind the falls.
“No.” Wrecker helped you tie the rope to the large tree before tying the other end to the basket. “I-I’ll go first.” He removed his boots and pants quickly, trying to get the jump out of the way before he chickened out.
You cooed at him playfully before stepping over and placing your hand on his chest. “I know where to jump. Follow my lead.”
Wrecker grabbed your wrist and stopped you before you could head to the edge. “W-what if I chicken out?”
“You won’t.” With a smirk, you stepped back to him and stood on the tips of your toes. “Because I’ll be waiting for you at the bottom. Naked.” Placing a quick kiss on his stunned face, you turned and sprinted for the edge. With a happy squeal, you dove off the edge and into the waters below.
“Mesh’la!” Wrecker ran to the edge and looked down, terrified that he’d see your mangled corpse against the rocks.
A few moments went by before you finally broke through the surface, a large smile on your face. You adored the rush you got when cliff diving. Looking up, you waved to Wrecker who tentatively waved back. The worry and fear were easy to see on his face. Keeping your word you unclamped the top of your bathing suit and shimmied out of it. A happy smile rested on your lips as you held the piece of clothing up for him to see.
He didn’t need you to show him your bikini. The water was crystal clear and he could easily see your nude body wading in the deep water. The desire to have that against his skin overpowered the fear inside him. With a toss of the basket over the edge, Wrecker jumped as well.
A loud splash echoed around the waterfall as he made contact with the water, his large body causing the water to ripple and push you toward the edge. A giggle left you as you swam towards him. Even before his head broke through the surface, his arms were around your waist and pulling you into him. “Wrecker!” You gasped as he finally broke the surface and pulled you into a tight hug, his lips pressed firmly against yours. His kisses always made your head spin. With a hum of delight, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” Came as a whisper as your forehead rested against his. Below the water, one of his hands held your thigh tightly while the other helped you two wade.
Wrecker moved his head and buried it into the crook of your neck as you spoke to him. While you may have been proud of him, he had been terrified. Your fingers ran gentle circles at the base of his neck as he quietly sobbed into your skin.
You knew this had been a big step for him. Stars, the day itself had been big for the both of you. The fear of falling, the fear of being hurt or worse had been something you’d had to convince him would be ok. “Shhh, it’s ok. We’re ok. You did it.” You felt him shake slightly as a few scared sobs left him and you simply hummed as you continued to hold him. “I got you, Wrecker. I’m here.” You remembered the way his praise always made you feel. “I’m so proud of you, my big bear.”
While your words didn’t affect him the same way his did to you, they helped. Proud of him, yes, you were proud of him. He’d done it. He’d faced his fear and jumped sixty feet. Tech would be so proud of him. “I…I did it.”
“You did!” You allowed your happiness that he’d faced his fear overflow from you and into him. “Wait until you tell Omega. She’s going to be so excited.”
Omega would, wouldn’t she? “Maybe we can bring her next time.” The walk from the ship to the peak alone would be thrilling for the curious girl. Though it would mean you wouldn’t be able to ride on his cock the whole flight.
“Oh, she would love this place. Might have to forcibly drag her back to the ship.” You chuckled before wiggling from his grasp and heading towards the roaring wall of water. “Come, I wanna show you something.” You’d both done it. Faced your fears for one another. Now it was time to have fun.
Wrecker watched your nude form swim away from him and towards the falls. Yes, it was nice having you in his arms naked. But damn was he enjoying watching you swim away like this. “Coming, Sarad.” He swam after you with a small smile on his lips. The fear of what he’d just done was now gone from his mind. All he could think about was you. As he got closer to you you vanished behind the wall of water before sticking your hand through for him. He didn’t hesitate to take your perfect hand and allow himself to be pulled through.
What he saw on the other side amazed him. There was an alcove big enough for the two of you to fit in unlike any he’d ever seen. Instead of just stone, it was a mix of sweet-smelling green and purple algae and vines with small white and yellow flowers. Looking past you and deeper into the alcove he could make out something glistening in the stone walls, but from the angle he was at he couldn’t seem to tell what they were. Movement next to him drew his attention and he watched as you pulled yourself onto the ledge of the alcove before turning and sitting with your legs hanging in the water, a perfect smile rested on your lips as you beckoned for him to join you. It took him a moment to find a good grip to hoist himself out of the water, but once he was out he turned and sat next to you. “Wow.” That was all he was able to say as he looked at the cascading water. Rays of sunlight shone through the lavender water and bathed the area around the both of you in a purple hue. Turning to look around the alcove he realized that the item he’d seen glistening in the light was a gemstone in the wall. Now that he could look around better, he realized that there were multiple purple and white gemstones in the walls and ceiling. “This place is amazing.”
You were pleased that he was enjoying the private alcove. “Isn't it? Chai, Doll, and I found it the last time we were here.” It felt like a lifetime ago now. Chai was now off planet and Doll was…well you weren’t too sure what Doll was up to. You could have sworn you'd seen her and Crosshair kissing the other night before dinner. But she hadn’t said anything to you. You put the thought out of your mind as Wrecker's hand gripped your thigh. Right, you were completely naked while he still had his shirt and boxers on. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you turned to face him, your hand tugging at the leg of his boxers. “You know, I think you’d be much more comfortable without these on.” It was time to enjoy your date now. “And inside me instead.”
A shiver ran down Wrecker's spine as you stood up and moved deeper into the alcove. His eye followed you with interest as you moved behind him. He took in the sway of your hips and the curve of your ass with an increasing appetite. Wrecker felt the air leave his lungs as you turned to smile at him. Between the lavender hue of the alcove, the growing foliage around it, and the glistening gemstones, you looked ethereal. He opened his mouth to say something but found the words unable to leave him. Instead, he took on the appearance of a fish with his mouth opening and closing.
“Wrecker?” Why was he staring at you like that? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before. You watched him stand up and stumble over to you, his mouth still opening and closing as he failed to speak. What was going on? His hands slid around your waist and pulled you close, the bulge in his boxers pressing between your legs.
“I’m sorry. You’re just…so beautiful.” Beautiful and breathtaking and amazing and wonderful and so many more words he wished he could find to describe how magnificent you looked in that moment. It took him a moment to find the word but he realized that for once, his pet name for you was entirely accurate. Right there, in that moment, you were a goddess to him. A goddess that was his. It seemed his words did something to you because you turned your face away from his with a slight blush on your cheeks. You whispered a cute ‘Wrecker’ as you did so making him realize that you didn’t truly understand how beautiful he found you. Wrecker raised his hand to your chin and tilted your head back to face his. “I mean it. I know I tell you all the time how beautiful you are. But it’s because of how true it is. I see you as the most beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful creature in existence. No gem or nebula could compare to how absolutely gorgeous you are to me, my goddess.”
Wrecker telling you how beautiful you were wasn’t a new thing. He told you nearly every day how stunning you looked and you loved it. You did. But something about the way he was saying it at this moment was making you feel tingly. Maybe it was because of the way he was saying it and looking at you. He continued to praise your beauty and pour out his heart to you while also rubbing your hip with his thumb. Something about this moment felt special. Why? Why did you feel so different this time compared to the others? You raised your arms from around his waist up to his shoulders where they draped over as he bent down to make it easier for you two to kiss. “Oh Wrecker.” You stroked his scarred cheek gently. “I think you're the most handsome man in existence. I feel… Stars I can’t describe how I feel when I’m with you. Or how you make me feel when you call me beautiful. But…oh Wrecker I love you so much.” It’s all that you could seem to say. It’s all that would come out. That must have been what that twinging, tickling, spinning feeling that was going on inside of you was. You were so madly and so undeniably in love with him. Yes, you’d already declared your love to him many times since he’d returned but something in this moment made you realize just how deeply in love with him you were.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” You, a woman who grew up countless light years away from him. Who experienced a completely different life than he had and who had never seen a day of battle. You’d gone through so much in your life and yet here you were, in his arms telling him how much you loved him. Never had he thought he’d experience this level of love. Never had he thought he’d have someone in his life who looked at him the way you did. With so much love and adoration it was making him feel tingly all over. He didn’t wait for you to say anything back, instead he tilted his head down and kissed your soft lips deeply.
This kiss felt so different from any other time you’d kissed before. This one felt deeper, and more important than any other kiss. His hand snaked around the back of your neck and into the base of your scalp, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you close. His tongue ran across your bottom lip asking sweetly for entrance into your mouth and you felt your head swim as the tip of it lapped at your tongue. Thick fingers pulled your head back slightly as his tongue delved deeper into your mouth suppressing the moan that left you. His hand that rested on your hip tightened slightly and you felt those rough digits dimple your skin. “W-wrecker.” You gasped his name quietly while breaking for air and taking in the way he was now staring at you. That adorable brown eye was wide and lust-filled. You took a moment to try and imagine what he’d look like with two good eyes and found that you didn’t like the image. Somehow that wasn’t your Wrecker. This was your Wrecker. One good eye, one bad, and a scar on the same side as the bad eye. Perfect in every way to you. You sighed softly as you stroked the scar with gentle fingers. “Make love to me?”
He savored the way you were staring at him, lost in whatever thoughts were going through your mind. His head tilted into the dull touch of your hand, the full feeling lost to that side of his face a few years prior. He’d tell you about it one day. How he lost his sight in that eye and got his scar. But for now, he just wanted to savor you. “Today, tomorrow, and for however much longer you’ll have me, Sarad.” He sighed as rough lips pressed against the soothing smoothness of yours, the hand in your hair loosened slightly before releasing it all together. “Here.” He pulled away from you while reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt. It came off in one swift movement before he balled it up and placed it on the ground near the wall with the most gemstones in it. The shirt was soaked but it would be somewhat comfortable for you to lay on while he rewarded you for your bravery that day. “Lay down for me?”
Your heart soared with the sweet words he was speaking to you. “You can have me until I draw my last breath, Wrecker. I’m forever yours.” The declaration of your eternal love for him came as a surprise to you. Never had you thought you’d be able to love someone as deeply as you loved him. He smiled that adorable crooked smile for you while scooping you into his arms. Carefully he spun you before kneeling and placing you on the ground, his hand cradling your head while positioning it over the wet shirt. You sighed softly watching him kneel next to you with nothing but his tented boxers on. You chewed your lip at the sight of the material, craving the feeling of the length beneath it inside of you. “Please, Wrecker.” You spoke with an airy needy breath. “I need to feel you.”
Who was he to deny you when you spoke that way to him? “Together forever.”
It was so silly but the way he said it made it sound like a marriage proposal. It wasn’t silly to think that you may marry him someday, but silly to think that you’d only known him for a little over half a standard year, and yet you were ready for that eventuality. You’d never believe in love at first sight or that feeling of looking at someone and knowing right away that they were the one you wanted to spend forever with. But when you thought about the first time you saw your beloved clone, you realized that your heart had skipped a beat when you made eye contact. Was that what that feeling had been? Love at first sight? You watched as Wrecker moved around between your legs and placed his hands on your knees. A year ago you wouldn’t have even thought of allowing a man to look at your most intimate places like this. Now, you shamelessly allowed your legs to fall open so he could see your glistening needy heat. He licked his lips at the sight making you let out a needy moan. “Please.” You gasped as his rough hand slid down your leg and across the delicate skin of your inner thigh.
“Of course, riduur.” Leaning forward, he ran his nose across your needy bud eliciting a little cry from your lips. Your hand was instantly on the back of his head, stroking it carefully as he continued to tease you. “So needy.”
His hot breath wafted across your core and soon you were keening his name loudly. The sound echoing around you and mixing with the roar of the falls. His tongue lapped and twirled around your bud making you see stars. “W-wrecker! Fuck!” He was too damn good at this. It was so unfair how he could make you see heaven itself with only a few strokes of his tongue. A deep chuckle left him before he pressed into your heat and you felt his teeth scrap very carefully against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Just that much was enough to push you close to your edge, his tongue dipped into you and soon you were screaming his name as your first, albeit small, orgasm washed over you. Little pants of pleasure left your lips as he continued to work you through your little orgasm. “M-more. Need you.” Wrecker chuckled while licking your release from his lips and sitting back on his heels. After a moment of admiring your soaking sex, he stood. You took it as your chance to return the pleasure.
Before he could pull his boxer off completely, you were on your knees and pulling his hard length into your mouth. “Kriff, Sarad.” He’d never openly tell you how much he loved your height difference. How when you were on your knees you came to the perfect height to take his cock easily into your mouth. The sight always turned him on even more than he already was. The two of you were truly designed to fit with one another. His hand threaded through your hair once more and he helped to set a slow pace on his cock, your tongue rubbing against the underside of him as your head lived back and forth. How you managed to fit his hefty size into that sexy little mouth of yours would always amaze him. But you did. “Such a good girl taking all of my cock like that.” You whined softly around his cock making him let out a long sigh. “Kriff, it feels good when you do that.”
You moaned around him once more and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. It was an odd sensation in your mouth and a struggle to take all of him but you did it. It had taken a few times to get as comfortable as you were with it between your lips but now you could say you were very comfortable with it. Your hand wrapped around the still visible base of his cock and you began to carefully pump it in time with your head bobs. Wrecker sighed and groaned against your touch making you grin. With a loud pop, you pulled yourself from him and stared up with your mouth hanging open.
Fuck, you looked unbelievably sexy in that moment. Your hair disheveled from his hand being in it, your mouth hanging open and your breasts on full display for him. A part of him wanted you to continue sucking him and using your hand so that he could cover that chest of yours in his seed. But the darker primal side of him just wanted to finally be inside you and screw you into the dirt. He’d coat your chest in cum later. Perhaps while you flew back to Pabu? Surely you could make it work. “Fuck that mouth of yours is amazing.” He finished pulling his boxers off from around his ankles before falling to his knees with a huff. “But there’s somewhere else I’d rather be.”
“Then what are you waiting for, my love?” You curled your forefinger beneath his chin as you slowly fell back, pulling him with you. His hand shot out and cradled the back of your head as the two of you fell into the dirt, his body caging you protectively. “Hello, handsome” you cooed softly before pressing your lips against his with a sigh. A low growl left the bear of a man kissing you before you felt his hand against your needy core. “Mmmm, fuck me, Wrecker.” His fingers danced playfully against your pearl, you needed him inside you already. Between the earlier teasing on the ship and then his lips just a few moments ago you were in desperate need of him inside of you.
“So demanding.” What would he do with you? Wrecker returned to kissing you as his hand caressed your wet core and gathered some of your release which was then rubbed against his cock. He slid the tip across your opening and with a simple grunt, he was burying himself into your warmth. Your shared pants mixed with the sound of the cascade water as Wrecker carefully worked you open, your pussy fluttering around his cock with each thrust he did. Pulling him deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust drew out a long pant of his name into his neck from you, your warm body holding him tightly. You were so wet and eager for him.
Your hand wrapped around his torso and held him close as he buried himself to the hilt within you, his balls resting against your ass. Rough lips peppered kisses against your jaw as he allowed you a moment to adjust to his superior size. It was only a moment but it felt like minutes as you waited for him to move but when he did you were instantly seeing stars. The curve of his length allowed him to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot and you knew from experience you wouldn’t last long, not in this position and not after so much buildup throughout the day. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against his as your nails gripped deeper and deeper into his back. A hiss came from him at the feeling but he didn’t relent as he continued to thrust into you. Once, twice, three times and you were howling his name like a sexed-out slave girl. “Kriff, yes. Right there! Fuck!”
You continued to cry out as Wrecker felt himself drawing close to his release. Your earlier work on his cock having gotten him close already. He buried his face into your neck while sliding his arm around your back and holding you close. Using his impressive strength, he pulled you into his lap as he fell back into a kneeling position. Now you were slightly above him and he savored the difference for now he could suck and lick your nipples with ease while also enjoying the way your face contorted in bliss. The new position allowed him a deeper reach into you and within four thrusts you were squeezing him. He knew that sign by now, you were close and all it would take is the right words to have you coming undone on his cock which would in turn have him spilling into you. Wrecker looked up at you with dark eyes as his tongue swirled your left nipple expertly. He sucked and swirled the pebbled bud for a few fleeting moments before nipping at the delicate skin around it. Your breasts were by far his favorite part of you to have in his mouth. There was something so mind-blowingly erotic about them that made him just want to have them in his mouth. He sucked a mark against your skin before pulling back and forcing you to look into his eye. With a deeper gruff than you’d ever heard from him, he spoke. “Be a good girl and cum on my dick.”
It was just what you needed to hear and after a single hard thrust, you were coming. Your orgasm raced across your eyes in a blinding light of ecstasy and euphoria as your clone gripped your sides and continued to impale you. His pacing was hard and fast as he chased his release within you. You were sore and tired but you allowed him to use you as his toy for a few more minutes until he was spilling over within you. The feeling of him filling you with his cum would never stop feeling wonderful for you. Nor would the grunting groaning sounds he’d make while leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You stormed the back of his head gently as he emptied himself within the warmth of your body, the fullness almost too much for you to bear. Almost. He’d come twice inside of you a week prior and that was a fullness that had incapacitated you. This, while still filling, was nothing compared to that day. “So good.” You whispered as you leaned down and kissed him. The high you’d been on was beginning to dissipate and exhaustion was beginning to pull at you.
Wreckers arms held you close to him as the two of you began to come down from your post-orgasm highs. It was always amazing when it came to screwing you. He could hear the exhaustion in your voice as you continued to praise him. Any other time he’d pull himself from you and lay you down. But not this time, for some primal reason he wanted to stay buried within you, his softening cock acting as a plug for his seed. Sure he couldn't actually breed you right now, not with the birth control you were on, plus the fact he was sure Nala Se had mentioned something about them being unable to reproduce. But the urge to keep it all within you was still powerful. Not to mention the intense closeness he felt with you when the two of you were like this. He felt your forehead press against his and the two of you shared a long sigh. This was bliss. His little piece of paradise was here with you.
The two of you sat that way for nearly ten minutes before he finally removed himself from your warmth. The moment he did so his sizable release was making its way out of your body and coating your thighs. The sight made him lick his lips. “Would you like to eat lunch first before you fuck me into the dirt?” You were surprisingly hungry.
The clone laughed brightly as he scooped you into his arms and began to walk towards the edge of the alcove. “I figured we’d eat quickly then I’d fuck you beneath these falls. Eat some more then have you ride my cock while we flew back home.” He placed you down near the edge and watched as droplets of water began to coat your skin.
A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of two more rounds with him before the day was out. Maybe even a fourth depending on how you were feeling when you got home. Would you be terribly sore for the next week? Stars, yes. But Kriff, would it be worth it. “Maybe we should start with dessert first then?” Who needed to eat when you had a man as muscular and sexy as Wrecker in front of you?” He chuckled with a deep bass and your thighs clenched. Oh yeah. There was no way you two were even close to being done with one another.
He pulled you into a deep kiss, swallowing the needy whine that came from you. “My poor insatiable riddur. What will I do with you?”
There was that new word again. He hadn’t called you that before. Looking up at him, a hand resting on his chest as his cum ran down your leg, you spoke. “What does that mean? Riduur?”
Oh, he’d called you that, hadn’t he? “It means…partner or girlfriend.” A lie, one of the only ones he’d ever tell you. But he hadn’t meant to slip up and call you that, not yet at least.
“Is it the same back to you? Can I call you my Riduur as well?” You’d been meaning to learn mando’a. Chai had found a droid on the island who spoke thousands of languages, Mando’a being one of them. You just hadn’t had the time to start learning. All you knew was from Wrecker and his siblings.
His cheeks flared as you spoke his language. “P-please.”
Oh, he was adorable when he got like this. If this would make him blush then you’d call him it all the time. With a happy smile, you brushed your lips against his. “You’re my riduur, Wrecker.” He smiled and kissed you once more.
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Later that night, in the safety and warmth of your shared home, you tucked Omega into her bed. Her room had been fully decorated with her stuff from the Marauder as well as newer decorations. Fairy lights strung over her bed doused the area in a rainbow glow of colors while a slowly forming pile of stuffed animals and dolls took over a small section of her bed. You recounted a small amount of the day's activities to her and how brave her brother had been to jump off the falls while she recounted what happened at school.
“Omega? Do you know what ‘Riduur’ means?” You’d been running the brush through her growing blonde locs when the thought came to you to ask her. From what you knew, her understanding of the language wasn’t as advanced as the guys were, so you’d simply wanted to see what she knew.
Omega tapped at her datapad as she finished a homework assignment. “Oh, that one is a nice one. It means Husband or wife. Depends on who’s saying it to who.” She paused for a moment. “Why? Did Wrecker call you that?”
Husband or Wife? He’d called you his wife. That intense tingling feeling coursed through your body once more. Why had he lied about it? Was he embarrassed? Had he not meant to call you it? No, he’d said it twice and even asked that you call him whenever you wanted to. That meant he wanted to hear you call him ‘husband’.
‘ Together Forever’
It hadn’t been a marriage proposal, but a special promise between the two of you. A smile played on your lips as you silently spoke the word with a better understanding. You weren’t married yet and probably wouldn’t be for a while. But you were his forever. You’d tell him in a few days that you knew the real meaning. For now, though, you’d enjoy calling him your husband.
“Stitches?” Omega looked over her shoulder at you.
“S-sorry. Was thinking about something.” You shook your head and focused back on the girl. “What was your question?”
Omega raised an eyebrow at you. “I asked if Wrecker called you his riduur?”
“Oh goodness no.” A lie, but she was too young to understand the complicated relationship of an adult. “Just saw it in some research articles I was reading. Been thinking of learning mando’a.”
Oh. “I can help you! Wrecker said he really likes it when you speak a little bit you know!”
You smiled and accepted her offer. When she mentioned him enjoying you speaking the language you simply laughed while trying to hide your blush. “That he does, Omega. That he does.”
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whimsyqueen · 2 years
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I saw @fiercely-raging-writer do this tag and I'm obsessed with it so I decided to do it as well because I think it's so cute.
AU Tag Game!
Rules: I dare you to make an AU of a WIP on the spot and fill in the following intro categories.
This one's gonna be for Araminta, who I haven't really talked about much but her story is VERY well suited for AUs, all things considered. Her ex literally works in a bakery like are you kidding me?
AU Title: Coffee Shop Meets Fake Dating
Setting: A small coastal town, let's say around like 2018. Very picturesque Americana.
Concept: Araminta and Cashmere haven't spoken in years, not since their... lets call it dramatic... breakup and Araminta skipping town without another word. However, when the time comes for Araminta's family to host their Annual Gala, and Araminta doesn't want to get set up by her family with another boring rich asshole, who does she tell them she's with to avoid their bullshit? Cashmere of course! Only issue is: they haven't spoken to each other in four years. Can Araminta convince Cashmere to be her fake girlfriend, even if only for a few weeks? Also, has Cashmere gotten... prettier while Minty was away?
Aesthetic: latte art hearts, small indie bookstores, a hand-grown garden that's been lovingly tended to, pinkies laced together under a table, words exchanged when you think no one else is looking, overstuffed arm chairs and ice cream.
Tiny Scene/Line:
"Listen, Cash, I just want to talk." Araminta looked at Cashmere, who was still looking at her dirty chai. She could tell Cashmere was trying to decide whether or not she wanted to pretend to have forgotten who she was, and that was fine.
"Chai for.... Armchair? I can't read that." Verdict landed on liar, good to know. Araminta rolled her eyes.
"You wrote the name yourself and you can't read it?" Cashmere shrugged, sliding the drink over and tossing that perfect, effortless strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. Did Araminta smell... roses? Whatever, it didn't matter what Cashmere smelled like. She grabbed her drink, turning to walk away. If Cash didn't want to talk to her, so be it. She could clean up her own messes.
"See you later, Rosie." Araminta paused at the use of her old nickname, suddenly nervous. Later? But-
Her eyes drifted down to the cup in her hand. Sure enough, in teeny bubble letters, just near the bottom under a lovingly written "armchair" was Cashmere's phone number.
This was so much fun, I love any excuse to create an AU for my lil guys :,)
I'm gonna tag @pheita @athenixrose @evethenovicewriter @kiss-my-aquari-ass @thewrathofquietminds and @talesofsorrowandofruin for this one! Y'all go crazy!
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personakrp · 2 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠'𝖲 𝖮𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖳: ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝑶𝑭 𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑻 & 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 ❠
the seoul university's alumni association is thrilled to announce the first university-wide event of the year,
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❥ 𝖢𝖴𝖯𝖨𝖣'𝖲 𝖢𝖠𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖳: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭.
ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒? 𝑖 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛....
a two weeks-long fiesta that will make your heart skip a beat, paying homage to the well-known cherub wielding a bow and arrow and filled with fun, laughter, and a whole lot of love: cupid's cabaret comes to seoul university and to your heart!
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦?
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗'𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗦
-`♡´- 𝒎𝒊𝒙 & 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 ─ get ready for an unforgettable adventure as we pair up our lovely participants for simple and fun missions! discover shared interests, build a new connection— sparks might fly, and who knows, you might just find your ride-or-die.
-`♡´- 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 ─ spreading love has never been this easy around here— be part of the valentine notes station! send anonymous love letters, admiration letters, confessions and compliments you'd like to share, let it all unfold as we create a web of heartstrings throughout this mini-game!
-`♡´- 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆? ─ tired of small talk? let's dive into the honest hours session where authenticity takes the stage and we share our passions, what we love, who we love. a perfect way to forge meaningful connections based on mutual interest— do we need to say more?
-`♡´- 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒈, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ─ and the grand finale awaits on valentine's day! a spectacular party where you and your loved ones can have a good night. whether you suffer of broken heart or got no chocolates, that's in the past! dance the night away with curated playlists for each mood you may feel on valentine's, enjoy a popular array of soulful food, prepped by none other than the cooking and baking club members, and shhh, don't tell the counselor this: specialty libations will be crafted by the reputable master mixologist, lee jaeyoung from four seasons hotel seoul's bar, "oul". enjoy lounge style bottle service following dinner hours, while being entertained by live performers and surprise nightly acts.
if you're just here for a good time and good friends, we have a sikhye perfect for you, made with craft soju, pumpkin cordial, clarified milk and chai tea. or maybe everything went well and you're celebrating to love and being a couple? we've got you covered with the wooyoo, a mix of omija makgeolli, milk and dalgona ice cream. or, okay, maybe let's go to the worst scenario and say you got rejected— we have a drink that says you: the seoul mule, a buttered vodka-based signature cocktail, with ginger, ginseng, garlic tincture and craft ginger seltzer. it does have a bitter note that comes from the pungent scents of ginger and garlic, but ends with a sweet finish, just like you will once valentine's day is over!
more is to come, don't think we're done! lets celebrate and make this first event of the semester an unforgettable one— with the connections made throughout the weeks and two or three drinks under you belt, cupid's cabaret is something you can't miss!
you've heard it now tigers— mark your calendars, spread the word, and come ride the love rollercoaster with us!
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑜ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏!
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we're excited to announce persona's very first event to all of you, ୧ 𝑶𝑭 𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑻 & 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 ୨ !
cupid's cabaret will consist of three interactive mini-missions and one big party on the night of valentine's day. this event will officially begin on february 1st and last (ic and ooc) until february 14th, the real valentine's!
𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑢𝑝? simple: join today, and find yourself your new ride-or-dies!
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elenajohansenreads · 8 months
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Books I Read in 2023
#46 - Love, Chai, and Other Four-Letter Words, by Annika Sharma
Rating: 2/5 stars
I had trouble with this novel because of the wild disparity between the quality of the character writing. Kiran, as the MC, was genuine and compelling; her circle of friends was an odd bunch, a but thin, but clearly have potential for further development as they get their own stories in the series; but Nash, as the love interest, was bland and dumb and often felt like a stand-in for white readers (myself included) so that the author could explain aspects of Indian culture. He didn't have much of a personality at all, and this flips the script on how MF romances often work, where the female lead is the underdeveloped one, to better be a reader stand-in for the wish fulfillment of the genre, while the male love interest has a clearly defined personality (or taking it a step further, archetype) that the reader finds enjoyable and attractive. Honestly, this felt far more like women's fiction with a poorly-written romance included, than a romance with strong family/friends elements.
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olivias-shelf · 3 years
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Kiran Mathur has always followed the rules her parents set down for her. Falling in love, especially after watching how her sister was thrown out of her family for following her heart, is not in the books. Nash Hawthorne has gotten used to abandonment. When the two become neighbors, they both end up questioning their beliefs.
I loved the CMC - especially having Kiran as an Indian from India, Akash and Sonam as Indian American, and Payal as British-Indian was also cool to see how they contrasted with each other. This steady friendship that Kiran has as a family away from her family is one of the highlights of the book. Each member of the CMC is a fun, fleshed out character.
As a rom-com, this book checks off so many of the romance tropes and I enjoyed reading all the cute scenes between the two of them. I also loved how this book was a bit of a love letter to New York City, and I loved reading about all these things they were doing even though I'm not familiar with NYC.
There are many pretty heavy topics that get discussed - parental abandonment, drug abuse, racism, casteism, emotional abuse/ emotional blackmail, acid attack, xenophobia, death of a parent. Both of our main characters have a lot of baggage when it comes to their family and upbringing, and their baggage understandably clashes in this story.
I'm not Indian, so I can't comment on how good the representation was in this story. I just think that if there were such a line that Kiran was not willing to cross when it came to her family, why did she not draw the line with Nash way before their relationship had started to bloom when it did? Nash was even angry that she had not told him earlier when she finally did confess. They clearly were having moments before their first kiss, so she clearly knew that this was where their relationship was going. I also didn't really like the almost-white-savior vibes that I got from some of the things Nash said or did, which was at the very least, incredibly ignorant. I appreciated that much of it was called out by Kiran, but I found that what Nash did in the climax to be very uncomfortable, and it was built out to be romantic, but I expected (given the way that the parents had verbally abused Kiran and emotionally blackmailed her with her decision to date Nash), that it would go very poorly overall. It left me feeling very torn when I was trying to reconcile the conclusion of the book with all the nasty confrontations that happened between Kiran and her parents.
Finally, there were a few small things that made me uncomfortable. I was a bit taken aback at the mentions of the pandemic, and how it was already post-pandemic life. It felt weird to read for me, especially since cases are still incredibly bad in the US, not to mention other parts of the world. Secondly, there were many mentions of Harry Potter throughout the book, which, given the fact that this book also mentioned the pandemic, I know this book was written relatively recently, makes me a bit sad that Harry Potter was chosen to be mentioned. I was prepared to forgive the first mention, but then both characters mentioned it multiple times, and it was never brought forth as some sort of thing they had in common or anything of that sort - it easily could've been written as another book series or fandom and given all the harm that JK Rowling has done to the trans community, I was a bit shocked to see it mentioned so many times.
Thank you to Sourcebooks Casablanca and NetGalley for the ARC.
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14 south asian contemporary novels coming out this year
NEW BLOG POST! 14 south asian contemporary novels coming out this year
I’ve requested more ARCs this year than I normally do, so I have a very long list of contemporary novels to read! There’s a lot of adult and middle grade contemporaries I probably missed, this list is just based off of everything I have bookmarked on my computer. Much Ado About Baseball by Rajani LaRocca release date: June 15, 2021 Trish moves to the town of Comity, MA and finds herself on the…
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fuckyeahmoriharu · 3 years
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In This Corner
In This Corner | MoriHaru | SFW | 2k word count Love can begin in the most unlikely of places but stranger still, it can flourish in a place long forgotten. Now in university Takashi and Haruhi choose to meet where the light doesn't reach, where students never wander, where dust collects and book spines age in shadow. Sweet kisses, honest smiles, and requited feelings thrive in this corner.
Light was sparse in this corner of the grand library, one of few dark corners hidden far between the elegantly arranged shelves of texts and literature. Social couches, well lit tables, and an inviting floral atmosphere with potted plants and flower vines hanging from painted ceilings centered the library where students would normally gather for quiet study. The thick aisles of books mazed throughout the space leaving little welcome within its far shadows.
However, in this dim corner tucked away behind the oldest shelving in philosophy of law, where the nearest window faced a moss covered concrete wall and towering bookshelves walled them into the shadows, was where they found their solace.
Satchels placed against the wall, textbooks and notebooks opened to corresponding pages, and a blanket to soften the dusty carpet, set underneath the one ray of light that snuck past its many obstacles. It was their little corner of peace, of quiet, of earthy cologne and strawberry spritz.
They had claimed this corner for themselves, seeing it as all but abandoned by their university populace. No one cared to stroll though the law section of the library since most of the books shelved here were outdated and no longer required in class, skeletons of education’s past.
It was perfect for them, a quaint space in the universe held only for them, a haven they could step into and step out from the stressful responsibilities of being university students on the brink of graduation and just beginning.
Haruhi absentmindedly bit her bottom lip as she read over the same worded question, trying to make sense of what it asked her. A black compound notebook sprawled across her lap, balancing on her crooked knees, with her pen held in a lazy grip while she tapped it’s end on the paper’s edge.
She felt his weight shift beside her, inching closer to peer over her shoulder. He sat relaxed with one arm perched on a bent knee and the other slung over her shoulders, his long fingers gingerly tracing her goosed skin.
“In case of any misstatement in the prospectus, the persons liable are; promoters, directors, or experts,” Haruhi read out loud, pausing her methodic tapping, “I don’t understand what it’s asking me.”
Takashi leaned a little closer, barely brushing his lips against her ear, not seeing the blush creeping up her neck at the feel of his skin, and mouthed the words as he silently read them.
“What do you not understand?” He asked, his breath carrying remnants of his earlier chai brushing her flushed face.
Haruhi leaned into his closeness, letting her cheek find a curve in his side beneath his tented arm, and sighed, “It feels like a trick question because all the answers are right, yet there’s no option for multiple choice. It’s like I have to choose one of the right answers.”
Takashi nodded, having to agree. The correct answer would be to choose them all but unfortunately there wasn’t the option. He thought whoever wrote out the textbook assignment had forgotten this one crucial detail.
Haruhi gripped her pencil and began to write in the white space between the question and answer options. Her fist blocked his view until she was done and moved her hand away. There in small lettering she wrote; answer not available, all of the above.
Takashi smiled and rubbed her arm approvingly while she bookmarked her notebook before closing it and returning her pencil to the side pocket of her satchel.
“You’re done for the day?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow as he watched her work to pack everything up. His own textbooks lay beside him on the floor, stacked in volume order. He always brought his old textbooks in the rare case she needed to look something up, which has happened four times already. They were bulky, heavy, cumbersome, but he still chose to bring them every time they met to study. The strong kendoist didn’t mind, he’d carry an entire library on his back if it meant to see her again.
Haruhi nodded, her back turned to him while she organized the space in her satchel, “I’m pretty tired after today so I don’t have a lot of brain power to push through the last set of problems. I’ll finish them after a nap.”
Takashi grunted in response, not needing to say more than his acknowledgement. University demanded more than their astute intelligence. For Haruhi to keep her scholarship for Ouran University she’d have to continue her striving efforts to remain at the top of her classes. Although her friends were more than willing to offer their own money toward her education to relieve her of such liability, her commoner pride wouldn’t allow herself to fall back into their debts. She had already learned that lesson once.
“Oh!” Haruhi nearly jumped as she suddenly sat up, remembering a very important detail to their afternoon. She twisted herself around to face her startled boyfriend, for a moment finding his jarred expression humorous. She beamed triumphantly, “I got a question right.”
Takashi relaxed into a soft smile and nodded. She had chosen the right answer, although it hadn’t been listed for her to choose.
She twisted herself around to face Takashi again, her knee brought against the wall as she scooted from her satchel. Takashi didn’t have to move, only to wait for her to still herself, until she was comfortably sitting in front of him.
The dim light in their corner allowed enough for reading their textbooks, nothing more than hazy sunlight filtering between oak and stone. However, as Haruhi sat in front of Takashi, nervously rubbing her knees, her bright chocolate eyes still shone as glimmering pools of honey. Her lengthening hair nicely framed her maturing features, allowing this young maiden who had once been mistaken as a boy to flourish into a beautiful young woman. She sat before him with expecting eyes, watching between his gaze and his lips, her patience beginning to wear thin as her knees ran red beneath her palms.
Takashi allowed a smirk as he bent over, glancing from her pools of honey to her soft lips beginning to purse. He couldn’t deny her just rewards after getting a correct answer. She was driven enough to take her assignments seriously but his minor incentive helped soothe the headache of fussing over strongly worded questions and mathematical equations that eventually blended into blurs. A sweet kiss for every correct question, promptly delivered after she’s finished scribbling in her notebook.
His lips met hers, gently pressing soft skin against the shine of cherry chapstick. A slight shift enough to snare her bottom lip coaxed a humorous moan from her throat.
He pulled back, fixated on her satisfied half-lidded eyes but was stopped short when he felt her fingers tug at his university vest.
“Technically I got three answers correct.” She whispered with a conviction, darting between his stone gray eyes and his parted lips, catching a shimmer of her chapstick where he kissed her.
His smile widened as he considered her suggestion, resisting the urge to laugh at her quickwits. She would make a fine lawyer one day.
He leaned forward and replaced his lips against hers, pressing in his adoration and reverence for his keen girlfriend. She never failed to surprise him with her canny observations, sometimes her remarks even making him uncharastically burst out laughing.
She liked his laugh, as she had said many times before, stating his baritone carried it well.
He placed fleeting kisses as she moved to keep pace, remaining a step ahead amidst her following his rhythm. One kiss, two, three, four, five, losing himself in the familiar high that was Haruhi Fujioka kissing him back until he knew he’d given more than he’d needed to. His hand lifted from its perch on the floor to find her chin, moving his fingers to cradle her blushed cheeks and feeling her smile within his calloused palm, swatting away the modesty tugging at his propriety because frankly he didn’t give a damn.
In this corner of the library, where only flies happened to cross, their privacy was held safe behind dusty bookshelves and unflattering windowed views. Where light seemed scarce compared to the brightly jovial center filled with lively hushed chatter and foliage bringing the beauty of nature indoors. Where students wisely chose to congregate.
In this corner of the library a rare beauty pulsed to life, growing with strength and solidity with every kiss, every smile, every quiet laugh, and every ruffling of hair as they could manage to fit into one evening. A flickering flame; fragile as the single ray of sunshine that caught the golden stars scattered throughout her chocolate eyes yet strong as the Morinozuka’s undying loyalty that forever coursed through their veins.
In this corner of the library, where dust collected under the shadows of long forgotten shelves filled with outdated books, where the skylights and fluorescents barely skimmed this corner so out of reach, where no one cared to walk through for there was nothing for them to find, this was where true love in its purest form grew. Like a spring sapling, roots forged in their days of the host club and grabbing purchase amidst fond memories and secret feelings.
At first they dug their heels into their friendship, unwilling - or too afraid - to dare cross the line that tempted them with every shared strawberry and gracious head pat. However, like every young sapling, the seeds that were planted needed time to grow, to strengthen its foundation before it could bear fruit.
Haruhi pulled away, dragging Takashi on a kiss’s tail, and flattened her palms against his chest. The sun would set soon, what little light they had would fade, and she began to feel the lull of much needed sleep. Kisses always tasted sweeter at the edge of conclusion.
Takashi caught his breath as he slowly retreated, pressing his forehead to hers to keep her close. His fingers lazily traced her face while his hand fell away, releasing her from his intimate hold. A part of him never wanted to let go, to forever keep her safely tucked inside his palms. To have and to hold…
Haruhi folded the blanket while Takashi situated both their satchels on his left shoulders and his pile of heavy textbooks with the crook of his right arm. No matter her protests he insisted on relieving the burden, allowing her to carry the blanket on what she considered an unfair compromise. He had to smile upon seeing her captious glare comparing their differing loads but she chose not to speak on it. At least this time.
Together they left their corner, skirting around study groups hunched over tables and freelance vines nearly touching the floor. Bright skylights and lively whispers, a refreshing ambiance far contrasting where they had spent their last hour. However their tired smiles held no regret, content with returning the next day.
Takashi held the heavy oak door open for Haruhi, keeping it open for a group of young seniors entering the library just as they left; nodding their appreciation as they walked beneath his arched arm. He rejoined Haruhi’s side in the marbled hallway and together headed toward the nearest exit. Takashi’s apartment was closer than Haruhi’s dormitory this way but he insisted on walking her back, arguing her safety was more important than his convenience.
Haruhi checked his hold on the satchels and textbooks, searching for signs of struggle as she normally unconsciously did each time they left together. Takashi knew to treat it as her courtesy. She seemed to forget he’d spent the larger portion of his life in his family dojo.
Haruhi broke the minute silence blanketing their clacking steps, “I’m not very tired anymore.”
Takashi looked down, meeting her gaze and immediately seeing the tell-tale signs of exhaustion in her relaxing features. An arched eyebrow begged the question she knew he’d ask.
Haruhi shrugged, breaking eye contact to check their surroundings, “I’m just saying I don’t need a nap anymore. I guess I just needed to stretch my legs.”
Takashi jostled the satchels further onto his shoulder and allowed a smile to betray his skepticism, unable to hide his relief in their evening far from ending, “Mitsukuni brought back uji tea from his visit in Kyoto. He gave me a bag. It’s at my apartment.”
“At your apartment?” Haruhi didn’t need to ask, already knowing his answer before she finished speaking.
Takashi nodded with an affirming grunt, neither hiding his enthusiasm. He learned to cherish every moment with her when in high school he had to share her among friends and eager suitors alike. As the years passed those suitors slowly fell away at her kind rejections until Takashi was the last one standing among them. Until one day he realized he had gained her undivided attention just as she had stolen his many tears ago.
Haruhi turned to meet stone gray eyes that seeped into oblivion, the deepest shade of requited love, and smiled, “Tea sounds lovely.”
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rukhsandbooks · 2 years
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“After an evening of chai with her friends and a chat with her parents while grocery shopping, Kiran sensed a piece of her was missing. It was always that way, wasn’t it? People always fell into routines and, slowly but surely, emptied their tanks as they lived through redundancy. Time spent with loved ones always filled those tanks back up to the brim…and one always longed for that feeling to last longer than it ever did.”
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Annika Sharma
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mala-sadas · 3 years
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Shielded
Summary: Hop is on a losing streak, and Chairman Rose wants to talk to Leon about it. Leon just wants to keep his little brother from getting hurt.
Length: 2,435 words
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“Morning, Oleana!” Leon calls, jogging up to the door to the chairman’s office. The chairman's secretary stands in front of it, her arms folded and a scowl on her face. He flashes her a big smile, but her scowl only deepens.
“You’re late. Again.”
He chuckles. “I took a couple of unplanned detours on the way before Charizard took pity on me and steered me in the right direction.”
“The chairman’s time is a very valuable resource. You cannot keep wasting it like this and getting away with it, Champion,” Oleana hisses.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry,” Leon says, dropping his smile. Once upon a time he would have tried throwing in a cheeky remark or a compliment to lighten the mood, but he’s learned by now that Oleana doesn’t appreciate that sort of thing. She doesn’t appreciate much of what Leon does, honestly, but the least he can do is try not to agitate her any more than usual.
Oleana narrows her eyes and steps aside, giving Leon access to the door. “I’m not the one you need to be apologizing to. Go inside. You’ve kept him waiting long enough.”
Leon nods and opens the door, heading into the office. It always feels larger and more spacious than it really is because there’s so little furniture inside; three of the four walls are covered in plaques, photos, and certificates commemorating all the brilliant things the chairman has accomplished. The last one is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a magnificent view of Wyndon – just like viewing the city from atop Charizard’s back.
As he approaches the chairman’s desk, he looks out the windows at the people bustling about, going about their days with their Pokémon at their sides. There aren’t too many people out right now, but in a couple of weeks the streets are sure to be packed with visitors coming in for the Champion Cup. It’s his favorite time of year, both for seeing such a wide variety of people and Pokémon and for the thrilling battles that the Gym Challengers are going to have. He’s been counting down the days – between his little brother, his brother’s rival, and Piers’ little sister, this year’s Champion Cup is certain to be full of exciting and passionate battles.
“Something on your mind, Leon?”
“Huh?” Leon blinks, taking in the birds-eye view of Wyndon through the window in front of him. He turns around, realizing the chairman’s desk is still a few feet away. Chairman Rose has put down the documents he was reading and watches Leon with a bemused expression on his face. Leon smiles sheepishly, hurrying the rest of the distance to the chairman’s desk. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.”
“With you, I’m not surprised,” Chairman Rose says. He gestures to one of the two chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Have a seat.” As Leon sits down, the chairman adds, “What was it this time?”
“Pardon?”
“What had you so distracted that you couldn’t make it from the door to my desk without making a wrong turn?” Chairman Rose asks, eyes sparkling with mirth.
Leon laughs. “I was thinking about the Champion Cup, actually.”
“Yes. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it?” Chairman Rose muses. “My, how the time flies.”
“Right? It feels like just yesterday that I was giving Hop and his friend their starter Pokémon and seeing them off on their journey,” Leon chuckles. “But soon, they’ll be right here in Wyndon, battling it out for the right to challenge me!”
“Assuming they make it that far, that is.”
“Of course they will! They’ve both got great potential as Trainers. I wouldn’t have endorsed them if they didn’t,” Leon adds with a playful smile.
Chairman Rose hums in acknowledgement. “That’s what I wanted to discuss with you, actually.”
Leon tilts his head. “The endorsements?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Your little brother.”
Leon tenses. “What about him?” he asks. The last two times that the chairman had brought up Hop in conversation, he’d been looking for Hop’s assistance with something regarding the tests he was conducting at the Power Plant in Hammerlocke. Leon had made it clear both times that he didn’t want Hop getting involved with the chairman’s tests. But Chairman Rose is just as stubborn as Leon himself, so he doesn’t think that it’s the last attempt the chairman will make.
“I’m concerned about his performance in the Gym Challenge,” Chairman Rose says. “He’s been on a losing streak lately.”
“Oh, that,” Leon says, relaxing a bit. “I’ve noticed that too, but…it’s not unusual for Gym Challengers to lose some battles here and there. Hop is resilient – he’ll get through this. You don’t need to worry about him, Chairman.” He grins cheekily. “That’s my job!”
“Normally, I wouldn’t be,” Chairman Rose says, steepling his fingers on the desk. “But once it starts becoming bad for public image, that’s when I have to step in, I’m afraid.”
Leon’s grin fades. This kind of thing is exactly why he’s always tried to keep Chairman Rose as far away from his little brother as possible. “He’s just a Gym Challenger,” he says, keeping his tone level. “His public image is none of his – or our – concern.”
“No, no, Leon,” the chairman says, giving him a pitying smile. “It’s not young Hop’s image that I’m concerned about. It’s yours.”
His brow furrows. “Excuse me?”
“The unbeatable Champion endorses his little brother to take on the Gym Challenge,” Chairman Rose says with a flourish. “It’s a sweet gesture – the kind of thing that really catches the public eye and touches hearts. Unfortunately, that kind of attention has opened him up to greater scrutiny from the media, and with this losing streak, there have been harsher whispers… People are wondering if he’s really fit to be taking on the Gym Challenge.”
“Of course he is!” Leon retorts immediately. “I know my little brother; I’ve watched him battle. He’s got great instincts and he’s even more knowledgeable about Pokémon than I am. Once he learns to trust those instincts, he’s going to be–”
“You’re biased, Leon,” Chairman Rose interrupts. “It’s easy for you to overlook his faults because you’re so fond of him, but the truth is Hop’s just not as talented of a Trainer as you think he is. And the public is starting to take notice of that.”
“He’s… I’m not…” Leon trails off. He’s got so much potential – but doesn’t everyone? I’m not biased – but that’s exactly what someone who’s biased would say. Hop isn’t perfect, Leon knows that. But he can overcome those flaws and become a truly great Trainer…right? Or does Leon think that just because he’s blinded by love and pride for his brother?
“If not personal bias, the only other explanation is that you’re losing your touch.” Chairman Rose leans forward in his chair, staring Leon in the eye. “And that couldn’t be true, could it? You’re the unbeatable Leon. You can’t have weaknesses.” He leans back, drumming his fingers thoughtfully on the edge of the desk. “But, if the Champion endorses a Trainer who’s as weak as that… Maybe his eye isn’t as sharp as it used to be. Maybe his judgments are off. Maybe he’s not unbeatable anymore.”
Leon narrows his eyes. Are people really saying that about him, Galar’s beloved Champion, all because his little brother struggled in a couple of Gym battles? Or is this just Chairman Rose’s forward thinking going a step too far, trying to preemptively put a stop to rumors that may never spread about him at all?
“With all due respect, Chairman, this is all just speculation,” Leon says tersely, getting up from his seat. “I’m done with this conversation.”
“No, you’re not. Sit down. Now,” Chairman Rose says sharply, pointing a stern finger at the chair Leon just vacated. For a moment, it’s like he’s ten years old again, being chastised by the chairman like a father scolding his son. He sits back down on the edge of his seat without protest, but keeps his hands clenched tightly into fists. He doubts he’s going to like where this conversation goes.
Chairman Rose folds his hands and rests them on his desk. “We can’t have people going around thinking less of our Champion because he let his weak little brother take on the Gym Challenge. We have to do something about it.”
Leon clenches his jaw, resisting the instinct to defend his brother. Hop isn’t weak, but Chairman Rose has clearly already made up his mind on that particular point. If he wants make sure that whatever action they take won’t put Hop in the crossfire, he shouldn’t argue with the chairman any more than necessary. “What do you have in mind? I can’t just take back his letter of endorsement for no good reason.”
“Oh, you certainly can. But that’s not what I’m asking of you,” Chairman Rose says calmly. “I simply need you to…nudge him in the right direction.”
“You want me to tell him that he should quit the Gym Challenge,” Leon says flatly.
“Mm…don’t be so straightforward about it with him. But in essence, yes. If young Hop quits of his own accord, he’ll stop dragging down your good name and no one will know that we had anything to do with it. If anyone can convince him to do that, it’s you.”
Leon stares at Chairman Rose with his mouth dangling half-open, unable to form words to express just how appalling of a solution that is. The chairman has taken extreme measures to preserve Leon’s public image before, and Leon isn’t always happy with the role he has to play in them. But the chairman’s never asked him to do something as underhanded and manipulative as planting an idea in someone’s head – an idea that would make his brother miserable.
The last time he spoke to Hop, Hop had apologized to him for losing a battle. If he told Hop that those losses were starting to reflect poorly on him, how awful would Hop feel then?
Leon takes a deep breath, finally finding his voice. “No,” he declares. “No, absolutely not! I’m not going to – to trick my little brother into giving up the Gym Challenge to save face for myself!”
Chairman Rose sighs. “Fine, if you insist. I’ll just have to make some room in my schedule to go talk to him myself.”
“What? No, you can’t!” Leon exclaims, eyes widening.
“Why not?” Chairman Rose asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’m doing you a favor. You don’t want to have this conversation with your brother, so I’ll do it for you.”
“I don’t want anyone to have this conversation with my brother!”
“I’m sorry, Leon, but it has to be done. So, either you go talk to him, or I will.”
Leon folds his arms, considering his options. Letting Chairman Rose talk to Hop is the absolute worst one. Knowing him, he’d convince Hop to quit just by letting Hop think he’s too weak to complete the Gym Challenge, and he might even make Hop think that Leon wants him to quit. That’s the last thing Leon wants his brother to hear. If Leon talked to him, at least he could frame it as an opportunity to find something else to do with his life, something that would make Hop happier.
But even doing that would make Leon feel terrible – Hop’s dreamed of doing the Gym Challenge his whole life, and Leon wants to see him succeed. He wants to see Hop make it all the way through the Champion Cup and fight him for the title of Champion. And most importantly, he believes that Hop can do it. That’s what Hop really needs to hear.
“Chairman,” Leon says slowly, “I may be the Champion, but I’m also Hop’s brother. I’m supposed to support him, not tear him down. And I know how much he looks up to me. If he thought even for a moment that I didn’t believe in him, it would crush him.”
“So?”
“So, I’m not going to let you do something that would break my little bro’s spirits!” Leon retorts. “I’m not going to suggest to him that he should quit the Gym Challenge, and neither are you.”
Chairman Rose frowns. “I’m afraid that’s not an option, Leon.”
A rare flash of anger bubbles up in his chest. “Like hell it’s not!” he snaps, leaning forward in his seat. “Look, this is only necessary because Hop’s on a losing streak, right? So if I can get him out of this funk and back to winning, there’s no need for him to quit the Gym Challenge. I just need to talk to him.” His voice gets quieter, and his arms fall down to his sides. “Give me the chance to do that, Chairman. Please.”
It’s a desperate plea, but it seems to be enough. Chairman Rose is pragmatic, not heartless. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Has he challenged the Gym in Circhester yet?”
“No, sir. His battle’s scheduled at noon today.”
The chairman hums again, checking the time. “You won’t be able to make it there before it starts,” he muses. “Get going to Circhester, then. Talk to your brother. I expect to see improvement in his rematch.”
“And if he doesn’t need to rematch the Circhester Gym?” Leon asks.
“He will.”
Leon cracks a smile, even though he doesn’t feel like smiling. “I like to stay optimistic.”
“If he hasn’t improved in the rematch, I will be stopping by to have a word with him myself,” Chairman Rose adds.
Leon wants to protest, because if anyone has to tell Hop that he needs to drop out of the Gym Challenge, Leon would rather do it himself. But he’s already testing the limits of Chairman Rose’s generosity, and he’s hopeful that no one will need to tell Hop that at all. “Thank you, Chairman,” he says instead.
“That’s all. You’re dismissed.”
Leon nods, getting up from his chair and heading back towards the door. Rematches usually happen the day after the initial match, so he has about a day to figure out why Hop is struggling and help him work through it. Not quite as easy as a Pokémon battle, but still doable. And he can’t wait to see the look on Hop’s face when he finds out that Leon is visiting him in Circhester for a whole day.
By the time he reaches Oleana, still hovering outside Chairman Rose’s office, Leon’s not faking the smile on his face anymore.
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fidothefinch · 3 years
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Stars, Hide Your Fires - Chapter 1
Reread this this morning and realized I? did not post? the first chapter here? So here it is!
Dick Grayson doesn't want to leave the circus he's called home his entire life. When he overhears Pop Haley talking to a strange man about sending Dick away for 'training,' he decides he'll do whatever he can to stop it.
Even if he has to make a deal with a demon.
- - -
Madame Emmaline Obas lived in a dim carriage full of magic.
Her room had always given Dick the heebie-jeebies, even as he had become more familiar with it. Hanging from the door was a little burlap bag full of spices that she kept for warding off demons. One wall was covered completely with astrology charts, maps of the palm, and her vast collection of crystals. Along the other was a bookshelf, lined with old tomes whose titles were almost completely worn off their spines, jars of feathers and bones, and an old bird skull whose eyes seemed to follow Dick throughout the room.
But she made the best tea, and she had the best gossip, and his parents insisted he visit her caravan at least once a week so she didn’t get ‘too lonely.’
She kept incense burning in her caravan twenty-four/seven, and it clogged the small space to the point he always sneezed when he first stepped inside. But the warm cup of chai in his hands was cutting through the cloying scent, and Dick took a deep breath of the steam.
Madame Obas was packing her ‘bag of tricks,’ so she called, in preparation for her appointments tonight. When she rolled the heavy crystal ball into her bag, Dick started to nudge the wooden case of tarot cards toward her, but hesitated before he touched. He had heard her during her appointments enough times to know not to touch them.
She saw his hand pause, and scooped the case into her bag herself. “Don’t worry about these, chouchou,” she laughed. “These are for show.”
Dick wrapped his hands tighter around his chipped teacup. “You mean you can’t really tell the future?”
She shook her head as she sat across from him. “Not with that, I can’t. The art is much more subtle, but people pay for a show.”
Dick kicked his feet under the table. His toes almost brushed the floor; he’d had a growth spurt recently. “So how do you do it? Will you teach me?”
She looked him up and down. Hummed. Sat back in her chair. “Maybe one day, when you’re older.”
“Aw, come on. Please?” He looked around the room, and his eyes landed on the books. “Can I teach myself? With those?”
She snapped her fingers in front of his face to get his attention back—she was like that. “Nah-ah.” She pointed a finger, and Dick almost went cross-eyed bringing it into focus. “Those books are very dangerous. You never touch them. Understand me?”
Dick nodded, stunned by the sudden change in tone. He set the teacup down before he could spill it on Madame’s great-grandmother’s tapestry, draped over the table like a table cloth. “I understand. No touching.”
She watched him with narrowed eyes, and when she didn’t find what she was looking for, sat back again. “Something is troubling you.”
Dick had become very good at performing, but he wasn’t good enough yet to hide his feeling from his circus family. “No?”
“It wasn’t a question.” She smiled warmly. “Drink your tea. Tell Auntie Obas what’s wrong.”
Dick wrinkled his nose; Madame Obas never told him to call her ‘Auntie’ unless she thought there was gossip to get out of him. (She had been prying about the possibility of a younger sibling, and he had been assuring her she would be the first to know besides his mom.)
Nevertheless, she looked sincere, and Dick knew he wasn’t getting out without spilling. “I wasn’t eavesdropping—”
“Ha!” She laughed. “I’m sure you weren’t, mon chouchou.”
Dick cracked a smile at the nickname. “I wasn’t! I was refilling the cooler with ice, but I overheard someone talking to Haley.” He shifted uncomfortably. When words didn’t come easily to him, he took another sip of the tea. “I think they were talking about me?”
Madame Obas stilled. Her mouth drew into a thin line. “Really?”
He took another sip of his tea before answering. “They were talking about how old I was. They said it was ‘time’. . . . It sounded like they were sending me away.”
Madame’s brow crinkled, “Why would they do that?”
Dick shrugged. “Something about training.”
Madame sighed. “Ah, yes, John and Mary had the same issue. Men from schools come, looking for new star students.” She reached across the table to smooth a hand through his hair. “You do not need to worry, dear. You’re not going anywhere.”
He was out of tea, and out of excuses not to speak. “Madame Obas, would you read my future?”
She stilled, eyebrows raised a moment. Then tilted her head to the side. Hummed again, but this time it was deeper. “Give me your hands.”
Dick immediately shifted so his hands rested on the table palms-up. She scooped his hands in hers, and her eyes closed in concentration.
“What are you—”
“Shhh,” she hissed, one eye cracking open. “I am listening.”
“Sorry.”
Her eye slipped shut again, and Dick closed his eyes, too.
It was quiet.
Then it was soundless.
The normal sounds of her caravan, the circus, and even the city beyond faded away. Blood pounded in his ears, and he could hear it speeding up. He fought not to twitch in response, afraid of disturbing the silence.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as it stretched on for what felt like eternity.
Something freezing cold brushed across his shoulders. It was sudden, as though someone had swiped an ice cube under his shirt. He jolted at the feeling, eyes flying open.
Madame Obas’ face was inches away, bloodshot eyes boring into his. He tried to pull back, but her hands tightened. As he watched, her skin began to pale.
Dick stared, heart jackhammering in his chest. Her hands squeezed even tighter, and it felt like she was grinding the bones of his hands together.
He gasped.
The sound was enough to break the spell, and she dropped his hands.
Dick blinked as sound filtered back into existence from outside the caravan. His head felt . . . cloudy.
Madame Obas stood abruptly. Her chair clattered to the floor behind her.
“Madame?” Dick asked, confused as she whisked away his tea cup and picked up her bag of tricks.
She started pulling on her shoes to leave, and that’s when Dick panicked and grabbed the hem of her robes. “Auntie? What did you see?”
She paused. She shut her eyes, and took a deep breath before turning to him. “You have great trials ahead, but love will save you.”
Dick let go of the robes. “Does that mean I have to leave?”
Madame ushered him out the door. “I must go to my tent, and I cannot trust you won’t wreck my room while I am gone, so yes, you must leave.”
Dick let out a frustrated huff. “Please. You know what I mean.”
She followed him out and shut the door behind her. “I cannot predict the future so precisely, chouchou. And I am late for my first appointment.”
Dick watched as she hurried away. Madame Obas had honed her skill; she had told his parents he would be a boy, and had told Pop Haley when staying in town would bring in huge crowds. She could predict when the hottest days would bring rain and when the camp’s cook would accidentally burn the food. She brought good, uplifting news to the people who visited her tent.
The only time she was vague when she knew something was wrong.
It could only mean she had seen something terrible.
And Dick would do whatever he could to stop it.
- - -
He waited until forty-five minutes to the show, when he knew everyone would be on set. Quietly, knowing he only had so much time before his parents began to look for him, he made his way back inside the carriage.
If he thought her carriage was creepy before, it was infinitely more terrifying with only the dim moonlight filtering through the windows to illuminate its interior. He sneezed, as customary, when he stepped across the threshold. The heavy wooden door swung shut behind him, and he couldn’t help feeling like he had stepped into a tomb.
He ran a hand along the wall until he found the lamp in the corner, and with a yank the warm yellow light cast eerie shadows across the walls. Dick cringed into the wall a moment. It hit him suddenly that Madame’s carriage was full of magic only she knew how to control. He eyed the bird skull on the bookshelf across from himself like he was afraid its jaw would hinge open and give him away.
But after a few seconds, nothing had moved, save the swaying chain he had used to turn on the lamp.
Dick took a deep breath and headed for the bookshelf.
He had never looked closely at the old tomes, beyond noticing many of them were written in languages he didn’t know. He set his sights on the most-worn one. It had a title in Latin.
It was cold to the touch. He pulled it from the shelf and a fine cloud of dust floated after it. He sneezed again, and set the book down on the small table in the corner.
It was thicker than the others, and the pages had dark splotches where they had been thumbed through many times before. Dick traced the gold letters embossed on the dark cover with one finger.
Madame’s warning floated through his mind.
But he didn’t want to leave.
He opened the book.
Immediately, the shadows around him shifted. Dick’s head snapped up at the movement, and he watched with growing horror as he traced the movement’s origin back to the lamp, which had begun to sway back and forth. The air got thicker, denser. Just like he had experienced with Madame Obas, the sounds from outside, and then inside, the carriage were sucked away, until Dick was left listening only to his own harsh breathing.
He jumped when some invisible force pressed his palms into the table on either side of the book. The pages continued to turn by themselves. In the flipped pages Dick caught illustrations of monsters, old chants in dead languages, what looked like a recipe written in blood. His fingers curled into fists, but he was unable to lift them.
As quickly as it all started, it stopped. The book flipped one more page and stilled. Dick stared down at the pages, unable to make sense of the language but uncomfortably aware of the painted eyes that seemed to stare back at him.
The room was plunged into darkness.
Dick’s breath was ragged in his ears. He thought, with a shudder, that he would be able to see his breath in the sudden chill of the room.
The pressure on his hands didn’t release.
Dick audibly gasped when he felt ice across his shoulders in a sensation similar to his experience earlier. Except this time, the cold reached from his fingertips to his heart, and it lingered on his skin like a burn.
And then the book started glowing.
More specifically, the eyes did.
Instead of sclera, the eyes glowed a fiery red. Dick froze in terror when they swerved down and looked directly at him. The slit pupils dilated to twice their normal size.
And then the pages around the book warped, as though they had become putty. Two points pressed against the pages from the other side, and then they broke through with a horrible loud ripping sound.
Dick shrank back from the giant horns that rose out of the pages. They framed the glowing eyes, and as they continued to rise the eyes rose with them, along with a coal-black face and body. Dick had to crane his neck to see the full height of the figure, who shook the entire caravan when it jumped down from the table. A billow of smoke rose from the pages next, making Dick’s eyes water, and they coalesced behind the figure’s back into twin bat wings.
“YOU ARE SMALL.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere, reverberating in Dick’s chest and ears. It was deep, and dark, and gravelly, as though it had been drawn up from the murky depths of some underground volcano.
Dick shivered. The pressure on his hands let up suddenly, and he stumbled backward until he landed in the rickety old chair.
The figure’s mouth stretched into what may have been a smile. Row upon row of long, sharp teeth glittered in the glow from his eyes, the only source of light in the room. “YOUNG AND FOOLISH.”
“Who—what are you?” Dick squeaked.
The figure huffed, and smoke billowed out of the place where nostrils should have been. “YOU SUMMONED ME WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING MY NAME?” It leaned forward, boxing Dick into the chair with arms that smelled like ash, its wings extended behind it to block out the rest of the caravan. When it laughed, its breath—if that was what it was—was freezing against Dick’s face.
“MY NAME IS—” he bared his teeth and a piercing tone clicked out, almost too high for Dick to hear. He clapped his hands over his ears until it stopped. “BUT MORTALS CALL ME THE BAT.”
This had not been one of Dick’s better ideas.
It was leaning into him still, and this close, he could see the sharp slope of a slightly elongated face, ending abruptly in a hole where the nostrils were supposed to be. It reminded him of the animal skull he had found in an owl pellet once.
He wetted his lips. He didn’t know what to say.
“WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME, CHILD?”
Dick bit the inside of his cheek. His hands shook, so he clamped them down on his legs. “I want. . . I want a favor.”
The Bat finally leaned back, giving Dick the room he needed to breath properly again. It chuckled darkly. “I DO NOT GIVE FAVORS TO MORTALS.”
“A deal!” Dick shouted, louder than he meant. He lowered his voice into something more confident-sounding. “A deal, then.”
The Bat paused. Crossed his arms. “WHAT IS IT YOU WISH FOR?”
Dick’s heart hammered away. This was it. “I don’t want to leave the circus.” No; he knew better. Phrasing was everything. He may want to leave one day; settle down if he met someone. “No—I don’t want to go with the people who spoke to Pop Haley.”
The Bat tilted its head to the side, the movement exaggerated by its pointed ears. “I COULD DO THAT. WHAT WILL YOU OFFER IN RETURN?”
Dick swallowed. “I—I don’t know. My soul?”
Smoke rolled out of The Bat’s mouth as he talked. “WHAT WOULD I DO WITH THAT?” He turned around, taking the light from his eyes with him. Walked toward the book again. “THANK YOU FOR FREEING ME, LITTLE ONE, BUT IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER ME, THERE IS NO DEAL.”
“Please!” Dick whispered. He reached a hand out, and it wafted through the smoke-wing. “Please, help me!” He thought of Madame Obas’s face when she didn’t tell him the bad news. He couldn’t live through that. He couldn’t think of anything worse than being ripped away from his family.
The Bat ignored him, heading toward the door.
“I’d give anything!”
The Bat stopped.
Its head twisted back around slowly, the light in its eyes shining brighter than before. It cast an eerie red hue over the interior of the caravan. “ANYTHING?”
No. Absolutely not. Dick stood up from the chair, even though his legs threatened to buckle under the weight of what he was doing. “Yes. Anything. Name the price.”
The Bat turned around fully. “SMALL ONE, YOU ARE A BRAVE FOOL. I ACCEPT.”
“You—what?!”
It beat its wings, and in a blink of an eye, cold breath and smoke billowed down Dick’s shoulder from behind. Black-tipped talons gripped his wrists, rooting him in place when he instinctively tried to jump away. That cold seeped into him where the hands touched him, following the burning path up his arms again. But this time it dug fingers into his heart, deeper than before, stealing Dick’s breath with the burn.
He choked on a scream.
The hands released, suddenly. “IT IS DONE. I WILL FIND YOU WHEN I NEED TO.”
There were tears in Dick’s eyes, but he didn’t know if they were from the pain or the smoke. He whirled around to face The Bat. “What do you—?”
The Bat flapped his wings, and disintegrated into ash and smoke.
All at once, sound and light filtered back into the caravan. Dick gasped in the suddenness of it, resulting in a lungful of dust. Coughing and gagging on the putrid taste, he staggered out the door and down the steps of the caravan.
He left the door open to let the smoke filter out. After the show, before final bows, he snuck away to put the book away and return the furniture to normal. There was no sign of anything happening.
No sign but the page missing eyes.
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chronotopes · 3 years
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creative writing roundup 2020
all of the completed personal/creative writing i did in 2020! spoiler alert: not much, but also quite a lot. here's last year's.
poetry:
working for a literary journal has made me fully realize that most of my poetry is very much a personal negotiation of topics nobody but me wants to read about – i say this not in the sense of dunking on myself but in a way of re-evaluating my own relationship with harsh self-criticism 
air returning to air - emo bullshit, continuation of a sequence from the previous year
unbecoming - emo bullshit in the context of analyzing life as if it's fiction
love letters - processing the pandemic poetry i
by the james - processing the pandemic poetry ii
on the summer that will come in an unknown year - processing the pandemic poetry iv extra twee edition
aubade over distance - poem i sent to my girlfriend in the mail
villanelle for gene - poem i sent to my best friend in the mail
may 25, 2020 - processing the pandemic poetry v extra EXTRA twee edition
two rewrites of extremely personal poems from 2016
strawberry moon - summer-era revelations
mid-september downtown - a Sad Poem about being Sad in the Fall
why am i crying in class like the world's ending or something? - well damn what do you think it's about, trying out new stylistic stuff
sonnet sequence for the end of women and modernism - final project for a class! made my academic advisor cry.
13 completed pieces in total.
nonfiction:
leah on the offbeat - first attempt at a hermit crabs essay (good reads review)
relevant accomplishments first - second attempt (resumé). falls into the category of "i can't believe i let my creative nonfiction professor read All Of That"
immovable objects - flash essay about my fucked up relationship with relationships
annotated receipt for one free chai latte - experimental hermit crab essay after we turned in the assignment!
306,024 - essay written the night of super tuesday about, of all things, bernie sanders
four russias - my big boy project spring semester, revamping the immigrant identity theme. pretty proud of it
a stranger comes to town - an essay about my hometown + processing its shitty history
the last piece i loved: we lived happily during the war - school assignment, unremarkable, did it in a night
eight completed pieces in total
fanfiction:
in each small grief - coda to homestuck two that i can now officially say is written better than any hs2 update published from september onwards
and now my heart stumbles on things i don't know - novel-length meteorstuck fanfiction, everyone knows the drill on this one. How I Kept Myself From Having Emotional Breakdowns From July To October.
smile all night at somebody new - jaderezi fic i wrote in the 24 hour study center. don't read this one too closely!
it’s only a canvas sky - first-ever dirkjake fic, mostly completed but unpublished – it’s for dj week next month! 
four completed pieces in total
other:
an instagram account containing 53 clickhole-style, 300-500 word parody articles about my college.
birthday present for gene consisting of a bunch of articles about the same made up tv show last year's episodes were from
a bunch of creative writing-adjacent journal entries, including one called "is it dialogic if you're not talking to anyone but yourself: a town-hall style meeting about my brain"
significant progress on incomplete pieces like a Forbidden Essay, a completed chapter of a novel For Myself Only, and the first two chapters of a homestuck fanadventure
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weird year for my writing overall. it's frontloaded with nonfiction and backloaded with fics. i definitely started depending more on feedback from readers, but i also started writing things that were explicitly FOR FUN rather than purely literary which is its own kind of progress!
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crybabytoy59 · 4 years
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The reality of choices we make..
I knew this would be hard but life had steered me to this point & with a need in me that would simply never leave me I had to try after all what had I too loose....so taking a Deep Breath I knocked the Door....She opened the door a look of both shock & startled silence followed ..I spoke first “Please can I come into see you both” again she looked surprised, looking over her shoulder she voiced “there’s someone here to see you darling” I felt sad at here ignoring me...
He appeared out the living room “Fuck Hello Stranger ? “Again I asked “Please can I come into see you both?” This time her look was different as my voice was broken a soft genuine pleading voice...they both said i tandem “Yeah come in ...”
As I passed entering the living room I stood as they sat down She invited me to sit seeing I was very nervous about something she asked if I would like a cuppa “No am fine thank you...Please know I am Very scared right now, as this is the hardest thing I have done in my life...(they were sitting side by side I went off the opposite chai to my knees lifted the envelope from my pocket laying it face up in my pals together I bowed my head putting my arms out with the envelope ...She lifted the envelope as he spoke to me “What the ? Get up ya dozy git”....I snatched from my peripheral vision as she put a hand on his knee leave IT...... she was reading my letter....after reading it she simply got up handing him the letter, as he read the letter she went behind me after collecting something.....”Put your hands behind your head” I felt a scarf being tied around my neck then tied around My wrists securing me there, she simply sat back down saying nothing.....he spoke to her “Is This for Real ? He chuckled.....she took his hand “Come up stairs darling” as they passed me She lifted my chin “Don’t You Dare Move” pushing my head back down they both left.....I could hear them talking often raised voices they talked so long my knees hurt but I Did Not Move I could feel my legs going to sleep....
After what seemed like an eternity they both returned saying nothing they sat down ....Well Well this is a dilemma it’s it not she said to me I nodded....she spoke again “No we don’t nod in this house address us property Slave !” I had waited so very long to hear those words...my response was swift “Sorry Mistress” she went behind me “Open Wide!” I felt the wet hot pants being fed into my mouth....”Close tightly” as I did vet wrapping was pulled around my face gagging me....she sat back down then spoke “ So you want to be a 24/7 Babyslave Do you.....put in Nappy’s always and be our Play Thing... How very interesting...Ok first things first You should know if we both take You on there will be No backing out..you will serve us both, Obediently without question...
Would you do that ? Again I gave a swift answer “Yes Mistress” Slave am in In this room alone ? “No Mistress..Sorry Master” Clever Babyslave that’s better now that’s very muffled from behind your gag so look up at us Both Please And ask for what it is You Truly Desire from Us Both !!” A tear formed as I roared with all I was into the wet piss gag “Please Mistress & Master can I be Your Babyslave !!!!!.....she stood up kissed my cheek then put a pillow case over my head.....She Barked at me Stand up Slave !...follow us as I followed them upstairs my heart was pounding as the pillow case bellowed in & Out with each breath......She Spoke “Let’s Get you striped as we are Both going to give you a Very thorough Spanking !! Then You will go home and make arrangements to give up your Old life....as we prepare your new life Slave !!!.....
I was stripped naked bent over both there knees as the other held my arms I was spanked till my rear was red after this she tied me over a chair & I was flogged, belted, paddled, the lastly caned until I was Crying uncontrollably...after this I was put in my clothes and sent home in floods of tears.....over the next Three weeks I sold all my worldly goods gave up my flat on the date they had both given me....the 1st of June I made my way to there home nervously hoping I had made the right choice in life.....
Again I knocked the door not so much as a bag of clothes, she opened the door smiling warmly “Hello You..in you come”  as I passed she smiled into the bathroom Sweetheart” I did as told there was a small black stool &a bin with a black plastic bag in it. She again spoke smiling “Strip Put All your old clothes in the bin, then sit on the stool I will be back in a moment” I stripped putting my clothes into the bin I sat on the stool as she came back in with a small white bag, Turn & face the mirror Please” she tilted my head forward then I heard a buzzing sound as she started cutting my hair off ! My head was fully shaved then foam applied as she shaved me completely bald but to my surprise she shaved my eyebrows also I said nothing she Kissed my cheek “Well Done you remember to Only talk when spoken too” I instantly replied “Yes Mistress” she gave a chuckle at this, next she had me stand & put the stool to one side she applied foam over my entire body having me bend over to do my rear as I was Very hairy there, I started to heat up and a slight odour filled the room to leave me in no doubt what she had just done “Hands on your head Please” I was then left for 20mins then she wiped me down removing all the foam with All my hair I was now voided of all body hair ! Next she had me put on a clear pvc suit with a hood that zipped up The rear in the hood was a dummy hole at my mouth, through this she put a large dummy then spoke “Ok Let’s Get you through for Your “little talking to”....she pushed me down on all fours then patted her thigh “Heal” I crawled with her into the living room she put the stool from the bathroom in the middle of the room “Sit” was all she said....I sat looking as she joined him on the couch they kissed Smiling Wide like the cat that had the cream she began...
Now Sweetheart you’re old life is over You belong to us now, so let us explain what you are to us...A Baby ...You Are two years old...You Are a Baby girl...you will be in Nappy’s 24/7 ..these you will use fully wetting & soiling Yourself, you will Never use the toilet as that’s for adults....You will be dressed as a Baby girl always, even when we are out you will have Baby girl clothes on under what we decide to put you in...You will show Obedience in everything we ask of you, You will be put in bondage Every night at bedtime, Day time Bondage will become apparent as we train you, You Are here For our Pleasure Not Yours..But we are fair & if you Please us well we will time to time reward You...You will serve All our friends in this way also as we have made lots of friends in the bdsm community this You Will Do Without Question.....Now You Will call me Mistress Mummy” she looked at him as he smiled then spoke “You will Call me Master Daddy”
She looked at me “Aaawwww Sweetheart why are you crying? Are you just so happy to be our Baby Girlie?” I nodded ...then she got up kissed him,looking at me she cooed “One last thing Crybaby...You will use GAGA ..for Yes GOGO for no...As you will Not talk until your Baby talk lessons are done...understand?” GAGA! Clever girlie Crybaby Toy all fours and follow me....as I crawled after her there was a loud crack ! My rear exploded in pain “Best behaviour for Mistress Mummy Crybaby!!!....or else Madam” I crawled up stairs after her into the up stairs bathroom the bath was filled with bubbles, I felt the cool air as the zip came down “Clever Baby girlie into your bath as we have to get you all cute and pretty don’t We” GAGA .....she patted my sore red mark “in Crybaby!”
She put on a clear pvc apron then got a sponge then started washing me all over with a strawberry soap, the smell was Devine I couldn’t help getting excited, this she wiggled playfully (I had forgot how much she enjoyed Mind games) Your a Very Naughty girlie Crybaby aren’t You?” GAGA..she chuckled “My my what fun we are going to have, but Sweetheart unfortunately it’s not going to be fun for You Am Afraid...As last time You Were Very Disobedient..But don’t fret That’s All going to Change Now Crybaby Toy....up you get ! She dried me off then put a blindfold on me “Let’s Get you Dressed for today Crybaby Sweetheart” I crawled to another room onto something plastic & padded, lay on your back, as I did she gave me a bottle I could feel it was quite large around a pint the teat was also like the dummy very large, I knew what she wanted as I sucked the bottle she lubed my rear pushing a rubber gloved finger
Deep into my rear, this made me moan, then Two fingers I felt something cold then lub being squirted up inside me quite a lot of it next I felt a plug it was quite large but had ridges all around it, my breathing quickened as it grew wider as she inserted it too al most the widest part I knew this was going to hurt, I blurted Out GOOGOO ! She smacked me lightly “Hush now Baby & drink your milk Mummy help” she took my shaft holding it slowly squeezing it till I was moaning again, then as I relaxed she slid it home onto the narrow base “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better see what a clever Baby You can be, Now lift Your botty!” I felt her slide a nappy under me as she closed it I could feel it had a pad inside it but must still have been quite a large one as it felt bulky, she again told me to lift up as I did a second Nappy went on then a third and fourth ! I could now not close my legs Such was the bulk, next I had rubber pants put on the thigh cuffs felt wide as did the tummy band, next came frilly rumba pants followed by tights then suspenders that she put too the tights, next she sat me up pulling over a soft silk top it felt lovely this was followed by some sort of petticoat then a large heavy Dress, a pair of Oprah gloves were last...i was just finished the last of my formula when she gave me a second bottle “Clever Baby Finnish that one to Sweetheart, so we can get you down stairs as Master Daddy will be all set up by Now Crybaby, for Your Big Day !” Her voice had changed it had that wicked tone to it I had heard before When i subbed for her as she had a Very wicked side I had always Topped from the bottom..But this was different they would decide They would set my limits....I was feeling scared at what lay ahead but I truly wanted to please them show them I could be a good submissive to Own ....the very thought of it made me tingle inside......She patted my rear firmly “Finnish that Now Crybaby Swallow faster !...Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way..yes all of it...come on Baby Toy..Clever girlie..Open Wide!” I got my dummy back in.....”Let’s Get you down to Master Daddy” As I crawled down the stairs I thought I could hear voices...
As I entered the living room I was led to the stool “Sit up Crybaby!” My blind fold was removed but I could not see due to a bright light in my face, Mistress Mummy tilted my head backwards as she did someone was putting ear plugs Deep into My ears I felt foam forms put over them hugging my ears then some sort of tape Master Daddy appeared holding a rubber face mask this he pushed on me smoothing it out then zipped it up the rear, he then lifted a large pink frilly posture collar wrapping it around my neck clipping it at the rear I felt Mistress Mummy let my head go as she set about lacing it up ! I started to panic slightly that they would choke me but Master Daddy smacks my inner thigh “Relax Crybaby your fine just breath slowly..look I can get my fingers in (he pushed a finger at my throat, it was just in my mind due to the sensory deprivation) Clever Baby that’s better..No Babyslave tears don’t wash your a Crybaby aren’t You ?” Gaga...they both giggled as they stood up “Handies behind your back Daddy told me I felt my gloved hands pushed into a narrow leather sleeve, I was having an arm binder fitted ! Mistress Mummy smacked my thigh hard “on your Knees  Crybaby !” As I did Master Daddy pulled up a small frame, it was a T shape with a padded top bar this had a wide belt hanging from it, a 45degree bar came from the upright bar too just above the top bar as I bent over the bar my head went into the half circle as Master Daddy clipped the collar too the frame Mistress Mummy was pulling the wide belt over my back tightly, what happened next had me squeal into my Dummy as they took a leg each pulling them apart then forward to cuffs at the T legs they were shaped like a large Y under me at the bottom of the Y behind me Master Daddy was fixing a long pole that went well above me this too had a leather strap he was now holding as Mistress Mummy clipped the arm binder too it Master Daddy pulled my arms up behind me untill I patted feeling unable to breath properly due to my new Bondage position....Mistress Mummy Spoke “Open Wide for Master Daddy Crybaby Sweetheart !!” As I Open Wide he removed my Dummy hanging it around my head, I could now see The next Dummy it was a 4” cock dummy with a full face harnessing as the cock gag went into My mouth I clamped it worried over vomiting, Mistress Mummy smacks me again “Crybaby Open Wide!” The cock Dummy was almost at the back of my throat when I felt something shoot out of the end “Swallow Crybaby!!” As I did my throat felt funny...I hung panting holding the cock in my mouth as they simply stood by..Mummy spoke to Daddy..”She has had both bottles and her gel, so am going to rub her tummy too start her off” as she lifted the dress she started rubbing my tummy ? Just then Master Daddy stopped looking at his watch then pushed the cock dummy all the way home ! Then started strapping the harnessing behind my head through the slots in the huge bonnet they put on me ! He went out of sight..again I could hear voices but in the distance, as Mistress Mummy rubbed my tummy I was aware of movement I stared to feel as if I needed to go to the toilet ! She tugged my dress back down & she too disappeared behind me, slowly the light dimmed, There was a camera in front of Me !...
Everyone this is Crybaby potty girlie she has been a Very Naughty girlie so we are going to punish her, Mistress Mummy has given her a very special gel up her botty and shortly she Will go poopies uncontrollably, she has had two pints of very special formula that will make her wet her Nappy’s also uncontrollably she will feel she has to constantly go pee’pees, we will all know when this happens as she will ring her Sissy bells ( now I knew what mummy had been clipping on my feet mittens and hood !) She is going to cry for you all as in her Tumblr Page stories you have all read, Master Daddy & I Are going to have her in the punishment frame until bedtime so please enjoy what we have in store for her till then” Mistress Mummy was loving this such humiliation & control over him, who would have thought this day would come from all that simple play years earlier.....Fuck they were both going to have such fun with this....
Just as she was thinking that she heard him Draw a Deep Breath then go Silent his face behind the rubber hood going bright red with effort as there New sissy Baby Toy pushed past the plug filling the first Nappy..each nappy but the last had been cut with a small blade to let the fluids pass from each.....26000ml in total ! They were going to make him fill them all before bedtime, So Mistress Mummy had lots of material for tomorrow’s fun....She was soaking wet now dripping with Dominant lust for his Deep submission...a submission she would take from him every last ounce as he caved to There whimsical needs ....There Truly diabolical Training would bring complete Obedience to them...she took his hand putting it to her sex, as the unmistakable sound of him filling his Nappy !!...
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drfaustus · 5 years
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unusual asks 1-20 (:
 oh nice i’m gonna do this under the cut to avoid clogging everyone’s dash.
1. who’s your celebrity crush?
i dont. really think i have like an actual genuine celebrity crush but i do think tessa thomspon and lucy liu are both pretty and talented. 
2. are you single or taken?
single ;)
3. rant. just do it
i’m honestly really stressed about the social aspect of college right now. like academics wise and living on my own i’ve kind of accepted but i was GOD awful at making friends in high school and im honestly worried that im not gonna get any better at it by august.
4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?
i think this is less a yes/no answer question and more a scale of understanding. i think there are certain contexts to which you can separate but it really depends on the context and actions of the artist. its also important to realize that harmful ideologies and actions of an artist can like. be reflected... in their art. 
5. how many accounts do you have?
i’m assuming this means blogs, counting the ones i co-own, six.
6. how many pairs of shoes do you have?
four. 
( you didn’t give a specific thing for me to give my opinion on for #7 so ill just skip it. )
8. how many accounts do you follow?
90
9. favorite brand of clothing?
i mean i get most of my clothes from the mens section of the gap..... lmao sometimes if i have extra money to spend or if they have a good sale ill get a nice shirt from wildfang. 
10. name a dog
uhh... dont get this one. but my family dog’s name is breck he’s a yellow/white lab
11. what unusual talent do you have?
in 7th grade i memorized william b travis’s famous “victory or death” letter from the battle of the alamo and i can still recite it decently.
12. what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?
i . m sorry i genuinely cant think of anything interesting gossip from high school im trying very hard to start repressing all of memories from that time and i have no stories from college yet. 
13. ever prank called a store?
no.... imagine having the energy to do that to some poor employee. 
14. what’s your coffee order?
not coffee but when i got to a coffee shop i order an iced chai latte. ( i hate the taste of coffee whoops )
15. what’s a question do you constantly get asked?
a lot of old people are asking me about college rn since im starting in the fall. like where im going and what im studying.. over and over and over
16. if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?
idk probably some kind of subtle pride tattoo like the double venus symbol or smthin and i dont know where, wherever would be least painful and decently discreet. 
17. google the top song from the year you were born
2001- hanging by a moment - lifehouse
18. rant about your favorite musician 
okay even though im currently listening to almost exclusively queen and elton john i dont feel intelligent enough to comment on them other than. good music. when i hear freddie mercury sing though that shit makes me so happy bro. gay rights for both of them.
oh but ALSO for eden by hozier goes super hard and honestly so does take me church like even though it was really overplayed when it first came out that song slaps and is very emotionally gripping. also be by hozier, is so sexy, the way it uses the story of the garden of eden to talk about love and sex and stuff is beautiful and adam and eve discovering sin being freeing instead of burdening? go the fuck off hozier. damn.
19. what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?
definitely either my ap us history/ap european history teacher or my ap lit teacher. they both made their classes the best that i had each year and were passionate about their subjects.
20. describe your blog in 3-5 words
kind of a mess :/
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liliheartbeat · 5 years
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JESSIE J TALKS TO THE TIMES!
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The most honest interview 💕
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The singer Jessie J has always worn her heart on her sleeve. Nine years ago, when she was proudly bisexual, she cast her female lover in the video for her breakthrough hit, Do It Like A Dude. In 2014, as she migrated towards heterosexuality, she announced the change with a forthright tweet: ‘I fancy/date/love men and only men’. It’s no surprise that with romance again in the air, her new boyfriend looms large in her conversation.
“I’m thinking about calling my next tour ‘Magic Mike and I’ and having Chan open for me as a stripper,” she cackles. “He’d do it too! That would sell some tickets, eh?”
“Chan” is the American actor Channing Tatum, star of the 2012 comedy Magic Mike as well as such box-office hits as 21 Jump Street and Foxcatcher. The 31-year-old Jessie, born Jessica Cornish, rearranges the hem of her figure-hugging brown dress when she talks about Tatum. They have been dating since last autumn.
Then, as if by magic, he texts.
“Aw, he wants to know what suit he should wear for his meeting,” she chuckles, gazing lovingly at her screen.
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It seems safe to ask how they met.
“Uh uh, no,” she says. “Chan and I got photographed before our relationship was even a thing and that created such pressure. We’ve needed time to get to know each other. We’ve just had our first holiday together, which was wonderful, but that’s all I’m saying.”
Is it fair to say she is happy living on 21 Jump Street?
“Oh I am very happy on 21 Jump Street! I always look for a guy with a good sense of humour and good morals. And hygiene. A man who showers is very important.”
It’s almost ten years since Essex-born Cornish became famous with her self-penned hits Do it Like a Dude and Price Tag. She was a contemporary of Adele’s at the Brit performing arts school, and enjoyed Top Ten album success in the UK and US. Yet in the UK she seemed to get bogged down in pointless debates over her sexual preferences (she was heavily criticised for explaining her bisexuality as a “phase”), and moved to the US in 2014.
“First and foremost I regret ever tweeting it was a phase,” she says.
Why apologise? It was a phase, wasn’t it?
“It’s a hurtful expression for some. But I was young. Aged 19, I was madly in love with a woman and I moved in with her. She was not my first girlfriend either. I was heartbroken when that relationship ended, but then I dated guys and women. I was a young woman experimenting between the ages of 20 and 30 like anyone should.”
Behind the scenes, life has become quite serious for the singer. Cornish has struggled with a heart condition called Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome since she was eight years old, and suffered a minor stroke in 2015, forcing the cancellation of some tour dates. Then she was diagnosed with adenomyosis, a condition in which the inner lining of the womb breaks through the muscle wall. It can cause agonising stomach cramps and heavy periods. It can also indicate a heightened risk of miscarriage or premature birth. It was a brutal blow.
“The pain I’ve been through with this disease is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face,” she says. “I get severe pain, which I have to manage, and psychologically, well, having children was always a big thing for me. I may be infertile, which, not gonna lie, would be devastating.”
Adenomyosis doesn’t preclude having children, but doctors offered her a hysterectomy, so I can only conclude that her case is serious. She declined the operation and instead pinned her hopes on a change of diet. She hasn’t eaten sugar for four years, and two years ago she went vegan.
“Basically, I am still hoping. Some days it seems possible I might have children and others not. I have to accept that becoming a mother is going to be a battle.”
Cornish is disarmingly frank. She has even channelled her anguish into a song called Four Letter Word. “Baby” is the four-letter word in question. The lyrics address her feelings of heartbreak to a notional child: “I pray I get the chance to bloom,” she sings, “cause someone’s ready for me, waiting to feel all my love and make you with me.”
She isn’t about to discuss whether Tatum might be waiting, but she has met his six-year-old daughter, Everly, from a previous relationship. I suggest that must have been hard.
“God no! She’s just six and absolutely lovely,” she says.
Of course there are other ways she could have children . . .
“Oh yeah, I might go down the route of adoption or even surrogacy. I pray I have children the natural way, but if not, I’ll deal with it.”
Cornish has just returned to our screens as a judge on ITV’s The Voice Kids, a junior version of the adult singing talent show. She beams at the very idea of mentoring 7 to 14-year-olds.
“Oh my God, when a seven-year-old sings a solo you just want to cuddle them. It’s a totally different feel to the adult version of the show.” Cornish was a judge for four years on this version too, before she left in 2013.
Cornish is warm, funny and open. It seems extraordinary that another journalist last year charged her with an “unbearable earnestness and an astonishing lack of humility”.
“Oh, but I cringe how loud I was in the past sometimes,” she says.
She once complained that the UK didn’t take her voice seriously. Nevertheless, she has established a global career. Tomorrow she flies to perform in Romania, then returns to London briefly before setting off to her second home in Los Angeles.
“I’ve been performing since I was a kid, so to me life is work work work. Obviously my health issues mean I’ve had to learn balance. I now have Sundays off. I wake, have a probiotic, then a celery juice. After that it’s breakfast and then a workout. If I’m in London I Iike to walk through the city and then I’ll go home, meditate and then cook.”
In LA the weather is more reliable. She might head off camping or hiking for the weekend.
“I’m happy outdoors and I’m happy around people. Don’t I look happy to you?”
I’d say she looks reasonably content. But then her phone pings again. A broad grin speeds across her face. Now she looks happy.
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The Voice Kids continues tonight on ITV1 at 8pm
JESSIE J’S PERFECT WEEKEND
Pilates or personal trainer?
Personal trainer
Clubbing or pubbing? 
Pubbing, but no alcohol
Spa retreat or cultural city break?
City break
Soy chai latte or builders’ tea?
Peppermint please
Signature dish?
Vegan mac’n’cheese
What’s your screensaver?
A picture of my family
Love Island or Scandi box set
Love Island
I couldn’t get through my weekend without . . . 
Comfy clothes
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Re-Established (pt. 2)
It had been a couple more days since the night they figured she had gone missing. It brought unease to everyone, growing moreso as the school started to acknowledge their missing student and began putting safety precautions up. Her face was posted around the school, with bulky letters underneath that read 'missing'. Students all around talked about the sudden loss of one of their peers, even going to the five boys to see if they were okay. When the news covered missing children, it was agonizing to see her face as one of them.
It was pure hell.
The stress of losing her partially subsided after so long. It gave everyone a chance to think clearly, as they hadn't been able to come up with an idea since it was announced she was missing. They spent more time together, trying to see if there were any leads online. Reigen even came in to help try and research for her, but nothing turned up. All she was was another face to the world.
"Is there anything we can do?" Ritsu asked after sitting in the silent room for so long. "No internet leads, no further reports on her, its like she's been forgotten." Shou answered, bending his pencil until it snapped in half.
"Then how about you look at it from another perspective?" Serizawa asked as he and Reigen walked in the older Kageyama's room with chai tea for them.
"What do you mean?" Teru asked, taking a drink of the warm beverage.
"I wish we thought of this sooner, I guess it's just been so long since we really had to use them... But we're espers. We should look from the perspective of one. I'm sure if we try hard enough, we can use our powers to find her!"
"While the optimism is nice, I tried," Takenaka spoke up tiredly, "her voice has gone silent. There's no way we can find her with these abilities." He looked to his hands and shook his head, then covered his face again. "Well, maybe. But I've worked alongside Shimazaki for years. He probably forgot about it himself in the midst of losing..." Serizawa went quiet as he remembered it was still a touchy situation. With a shake of the head, he and Reigen shared a glance.
"You boys try to relax. Its not good to be so stressed at your age." Reigen explained.
"Easier said than done," Ritsu snapped back.
"We'll go talk to them and see how things are."
The couple left the house and began the walk down the street. They talked about the situation at hand and possible reasons behind the girl's disappearance, but nothing pieced together or even made sense for that matter.
Eventually reaching the house, Reigen knocked on the door and opened it. Looking around, the house was still in fair shape. They entered the home and glanced around.
"Minegishi? Shimazaki?" Serizawa called out as he walked ahead of Reigen. He went into the hall and looked at the doors, opening each one to look into the room as he hadn't really done much visiting to their house. But, after reaching the last door in the hall, he opened it and saw the couple in bed. They were awake, but didn't do much except lay there. Trash was collected on the floor, and the blankets were strung across the floors. It broke his heart to see the ones he was close with, so distraught.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asked, stepping over to the two. Their skin was paler than usual, like they hadn't moved from the bed since that day. But, as he received no response, the male let out a soft sigh and leaned over to Shimazaki. Grabbing his arm gently, he pulled him to sit up before bringing Minegishi up.
"You guys can't give up on her!" He exclaimed, voice raising as he spoke. They both jolted at his sudden yelling. "Your daughter needs you two! So get up, I have an idea that could possibly help us." He stated, then walked over to their closet. He pulled out clean clothes and tossed them to the two before going out to the living room and taking a seat. He glanced over to see Reigen looking at him with somewhat surprised.
After a few minutes, the two males came out of their room and looked to the other couple on the couch. Once they were ready, the four began their trek back to Shigeo and Ritsu's house.
"We've worked together for so long. I know what you guys are capable of. I wish I thought of this sooner, but Shimazaki," Serizawa began as he glanced to the male, "you've got quite the strong ability. Did you forget about it?" He glanced to the male, who held a surprised look as he was addressed. For a moment, he was confused as to what he meant. Then he felt the realization hit, as well as an undeniable amount of guilt as he realized exactly how long it took.
"Mind's Eye..." He muttered under his breath. Minegishi looked at him for a moment, then understood what he meant. "Its... Been awhile since we've really needed our powers. I usually just use mine to restock the plants," he rubbed the back of his neck and looked to his feet as he walked along. "It's reasonable to forget about your powers, considering you don't use them in your daily lives like some," Reigen reasoned as they got back to the Kageyama household. Once they walked inside, they saw the boys all about, doing their own thing.
"Alright, so here's my plan," Serizawa began as they were all gathered back into the living room.
"If we can all put our powers together, maybe we can amplify Shimazaki's ability to seek out other espers. I'm not saying it'll work, but so far, its all we've got. She could be in Seasoning City, but we wouldn't know."
"Then why can't I hear her?!" Takenaka stated, staring at the man. "If she's in the city, then I should be able to hear her!" He was having a difficult time trying to keep it together, but he was exhausted. Without her voice rambling nonsense at the late hours of the night, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at night.
"There might be something that's blocking your telepathy. I don't know if it's true or not, but I've seen espers who can block things out with their powers. Which is why we should try to amplify Shimazaki's powers. He's already strong enough as is, so we might have a chance. It's better than nothing," as the man explained the situation, the teen shook his head and sat back. He took a breath to settle his nerves, then slowly nodded with a sigh.
"Alright, let's give it a shot."
"You show quite resistance for someone who's easy to influence." Muto's voice sounded out through what she was being shown. She blinked a few times and shook her head before opening her eyed snd finding herself back in the empty room. The lights made her head ache, as she was used to little to no lighting in the room.
Squinting a bit, Cookie pressed back against the chair and let out a shaky sigh. The pain in her chest still hadn't gone away, but she wasn't worried for the most part. As she noticed her flames didn't grow far past the size of a match, she figured there was something that blocked out her powers. She tried to use her powers all throughout the night, but the barrier never let up, so she just kept at it with her small flames. Her telekinetic ability wasn't strong enough to go against the metal bindings, so she wasn't at any sort of advantage.
"Quiet, hm?" He brought her out of her thoughts. She let out a low sound and took a deep breath.
"It won't be long before you're part of us, girl." The voice rang through her mind, bringing a whole new spur of horrible thoughts. Her eyes shot open as she tried to focus her vision. Everything was so blurry, but she could faintly make out the man walking out of the room. As soon as the door slammed shut, she felt tears start to well up in her eyes as she thought about what she'd be like had she actually been apart of their organization. The thoughts mixed with the impossible idea of hurting her friends only made the pain increase more, leaving her to start sobbing as she sat there.
She was doing all she could to keep herself sane, from the visions that plagued her mind. It was hard, but she kept thinking of her loved ones. She tried to calm down but her happy thoughts were starting to be replaced with more horrifying visions, causing more tears to run down her cheeks as she kept muttering 'no' under her breath.
"Can you see anything?"
Shimazaki glanced around. It was dark all around, but the glowing auras coming from the espers around him were all he could see. Rubbing his face, he shook his head as he looked around further. Distant auras were around, showing that there were many espers around. After so long with the girl, he could distinguish her aura from any other, no matter how similar the colors were. However, his sliver of hope was slowly starting to shatter as he couldn't find that lavender glow anywhere.
"Try harder, it's only showing in close range," he told the group. Two hands became six as he felt the strength of his power grow. It wasn't something he was used to, but if it could help them find the missing part of their family, he was more willing to do anything possible.
He shook his head again and looked out. There was a huge flurry of auras in the distance.
"Do you see it?" Shigeo's voice asked next to him.
"I do. Do you think...." He trailed off as dread chilled him to the bone. The man swallowed hard as he closed his eyes snapping out of it. As soon as he felt their hands move away from his arms, he turned his head to the other three adults and let out a deep breath he had been holding.
"I don't think it's gonna be easy to get her back," he told them.
"Why, what did you two see?" Minegishi asked, feeling hope that Ryou had found her.
"Its... Hard to tell exactly, but there were so many auras." Shigeo explained.
"And in the middle of all that, I could see hers."
"You don't think..."
"It could be a possibility because we never got word from a handful of their whereabouts."
"What are you guys talking about?" Reigen asked, placing his hands on his hips. "Claw might be still going, even without Touchiro running it." Minegishi stated. "Why would that happen?" Ritsu pondered.
"Well, when you have devotion and loyalty to someone, you'd do what you can. Or maybe they're trying to re-establish it for themselves," Serizawa answered as he gripped the cuffs of his suit tightly.
"Then we need a plan,"
"Easy, I'll teleport in there and get out." Shimazaki claimed. "That won't be easy, or safe. There was something happening in the middle of her aura, I don't know what it was, but it's not safe." Shigeo told him after grabbing his arm, "I think we should find the place and see what's going on before we make any moves." There was silence amongst the group befoee the man sighed.
"Alright, but we need to hurry."
"Two of us can go around that area and figure out what's surrounding it. Then we'll come back and make a plan and carry out as soon as possible." Minegishi explained, then looked to his husband. "We don't know where it is, so either you or kid have to go and bring someone with you as backup."
"I'll go with Mob," Reigen offered, then walked over and placed a hand on the kid's shoulder. "We have an investigation around that area, anyways. So we'll go! Just like old times, right, Mob?" He looked to the boy who has grown much taller over the years.
"Right."
Later that night, everyone waited at their separate homes, although packed to go to Shimazaki and Minegishi's house once they got word that the two were on their way home.
"So, do you see anything?" Reigen asked as he walked down the sidewalk with the boy. Shigeo looked around, then noticed a building. Although it looked like a normal apartment complex, he could tell there was something off with it. Pulling his hood further over his head, he stopped and faced the building. He lifted his hand used a small amount of power to see if thats all that it was. But, it showed him that there was some sort of barrier that blocked his abilities from even leaving his hand. Putting his hand back in his pocket, he looked to Reigen again and nodded towards the building.
"That's it. Let's head back." He explained shortly. The man nodded in agreement after glancing at the building. "We'll finish walking down the street and turn the corner," Reigen spoke up. As the other agreed to it, they continued their walk to avoid any suspicious activity. Once they rounded the block, the man called a taxi to get them back home.
"There's a barrier that's blocking powers," Mob explained once everyone was gathered at the house. "So, we might not be able to rely on our powers for this. I did notice an alley next to the building, so there may be a way in. Other than that, we may have to call for backup. I know just who to call," the boy excused himself and walked out of the room, going through the hall and to another room so he could talk better.
"Whatever plan we come up with, I want to be able to kick someone's ass." Shimazaki stated, leaning back against the couch. "I think we all want to do that, Shima." Minegishi explained, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. "Whoever was behind all this, especially them." He clenched his free hand into a fist as Mob walked back into the room.
"They'll be here early in the morning, my backup." He spoke up to the rest of the group. "Then in meantime, we should try to get rest. Won't be any good to fight if we're tired." Reigen claimed before walking off to the hall. He came back with pillows and blankets, handing them to the kids, then to Serizawa. The couple of the household agreed and retreated to their room to get rest for the events that'd be happening the following day.
Although, after a couple of hours, sleep was impossible for Shigeo. He tossed and turned on the pallet made on the floor. Eventually, he sat up and pulled his blanket and pillow into his arms. Getting to his feet, the boy walked to the hall and down a few doors to the girl's room. He hesitated for a moment, then turned the doorknob and opened the door to the room. To his surprise, he saw Takenaka sitting on the floor with his back pressed up to Cookie's bed. Though, when he heard the door open, he jumped and looked to who was there.
"Oh, hey." He mumbled, feeling himself relax almost immediately. "Can't sleep either?" Shigeo asked, walking over and sitting next to him.
"Of course not. How can I?"
"I feel the same. It's so hard to sleep, knowing something bad is happening. Makes you wanna run out and go help now..."
"Definitely."
The two sat there and talked for awhile, before Shou, Teru, and Ritsu came in with the same reasons. They all tried to feel better with funny stories, but the negative feelings were still there.
"She still has this shirt?!" Ritsu pulled out a shirt from the girl's closet. Turning around, he showed them it had been his favorite Spider-Man shirt from middle school. The group of boys started to laugh at the idea, then came over and joined him in digging through her clothes, finding things that previously belonged to them when they were younger and much more smaller.
"Hey, here's her pride jacket." Shou pulled the multi-colored varsity jacket and showed the rest of the group. "Hey, I brought mine too." Teru gasped, taking the clothing from the other. "I think we all did? Me and Nii-san did, definitely." Ritsu glanced to the others and they had agreed.
"Then let's show some pride and wear them tomorrow." Takenaka stated with a small smile. They all agreed and pulled their jackets out of their bags, laying them all on the bed.
After awhile of talking, the five boys managed to fall asleep with hope in their hearts to save their missing friend. They made a pallet with their blankets and slept close together, anticipating the events that would come the next morning.
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