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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 || 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "Clarisse x reader where readers emotions control weather? If that makes sense" 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Zeus sees Percy being claimed by Poseidon as an act of war, and decides to retaliate by claiming a child of his own 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: show!Clarisse La Rue x Zeus!fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Smitten Clarisse ofc (>ᴗ•) ! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k 𝐀/𝐍: Thank you so much for your request, I adore this concept !! I tried my best to replicate the reader’s emotions in the weather through the story, not just after she’s claimed. I hope I did it justice !! Enjoy <3

Terrified tears are streaming down your face and your heart is pounding in your chest. The rain is pelting against the windows now, and thunderclaps seem to shake the earth.

"Dad? I don't understand, what is that thing?" You choke, staring at the pair of red headlights out the back window, censored by the sheen of rain on the glass.

Except it isn't a set of headlights. It's a pair of eyes. Red, glowing, blood-thirsty eyes.

"D/N, are we almost there?" Your mother cries, her knuckles pale as she grasps the fabric of her pants.

"Yes," he grunts, foot hard down on the accelerator. "Y/N, do you see that hill ahead? With the pine tree?"

You squint into the darkness, just about making out the landmark your father is referring to, lit up by the high beams of the car.

"Yes, Dad. But I don't underst—"

"Listen, you must get to that tree no matter what. Don't look back, don't stop. Get past that tree and you'll be okay."

A sob escapes your lips, a crackle of lightning lighting up the sky. Behind the car, the light illuminates the beast chasing the car. A truck-sized mastiff, dripping saliva from a lolling mouth adorned with yellowing teeth. A scream peals from your throat as darkness swallows it once more.

"What is that?" You wail. Before either of your adoptive parents can respond, something large slams into the back of the car.

You're sent spinning, but the Hellhound doesn't let you hit the side of the road. It immediately stops you with a paw, tearing a hole in your car.

The beast's jaws snap eagerly at you, and you scramble backwards. In the front seat, your parents are reduced to slumped, motionless silhouettes. Terrified, you fumble for the door handle behind you, falling backwards onto the concrete and feeling your skin scrape.

You struggle to your feet, jumping away as the dog's fangs tear the car into a pile of coleslaw.

"Stop!" You shriek. Another lightning bolt reveals the landscape around you, and you see the hill towering above you, the pine tree adorning it rocking around in the hurricane-force winds.

Your father's words echo in your mind as your legs pump desperately up the slick, wet grass. They'll be okay, they got out, you think when the Hellhound turns away from the shredded metal, scarlet gaze now trained on you.

You're still nowhere near the top, and now the monster is practically upon you. It runs towards you like an excited puppy, gangly legs crossing meters of distance in seconds.

You're just about to squeeze your eyelids shut and say your final prayers when an explosion of light scorches the ground in front of you, knocking you hard backwards.

You feel your head collide with something, and then it's all dark.

A faint buzz is whining in your ears.

Where am I?

Your eyelids feel glued down when you try to pry them open, and when you manage it you're met with a kaleidoscope of white sheets and plain walls.

Your vision is swimming, but you make out the figure of a girl standing in the doorway. She has dark, coily hair and an unreadable expression on her face.

"Where am I?" You croak, your throat dry and scratchy, probably from all the screaming.

But the girl doesn't respond, just turns and leaves.

Exhausted from the effort, blackness envelopes you again.

"And this here is Cabin 4, Demeter," the boy with black hair says, gesturing to the building.

You sign inwardly, body still tired and aching. In the last few hours you have woken up, been told your parents are dead, gotten told everything you thought about the world is wrong and now you are being given a very in-depth tour of 'Camp Half-Blood'.

The sky is overcast, and you wearily listen as the boy goes on.

"And here is Cabin 5, Ares—" Luke is cut off by an olive-skinned girl storming out of the cabin's door, practically colliding with you.

"Fuck— watch where you're going, idiot!" She growls. When she looks up at you, a flicker of something swims through her eyes, but is replaced promptly by a glower.

"Newbie," she snarls. Behind her, a group of kids seep out of the cabin after her. At her words, they don menacing scowls and jeer.

"She looks awful!" One laughs.

"Push her over, Clarisse!" Another crows.

Clarisse cocks an eyebrow, looking you up and down pointedly. "You guys think I should teach this runt her place?" She asks. She's responded with cheers.

You step back hesitantly. Luke sighs.

"Clarisse, I'm just doing my job. Do you have to be difficult?" He says exasperatedly.

"That's okay, Castellan. You can go now, I'll look after the newbie," she grins, stepping forward to wrap her fists in your collar. She drops you, letting your exhausted body hit the earth with a thud. "Comfy down there, Darling?"

The all-too-fresh memory of falling out of the car escaping the Hellhound resurfaces, and angry tears spring to your eyes.

Your lip curls as you look up at 'Clarisse', her smug smile towering over you.

"Listen," you spit, standing up. "I've just been attacked by an actual Hellhound. It killed my parents. I'm exhausted. I'm just trying to get through this tour so I can get to whatever stiff sleeping bag they give me and go to sleep."

The overcast sky has darkened, heavy black clouds groaning with thunder threaten to release rain.

"I don't need some tough girl who thinks she owns this—apparently—magical fucking circus to tell me 'my place.' My place is back home with my parents. That's where I belong. But they're gone, so shove off back to kindergarten and learn some manners!"

Your voice cracked at some parts, and you know tears are threatening to fall from your eyes. But the dark look on your face gets the message across.

Clarisse's eyes glimmer with that look again, a tiny thing only you can see. But for everyone else, they just see her shrug.

"Whatever, Darling. Just watch where the hell you're going, m'kay," she states, spinning on her heel and sauntering off with her band of Ares kids scurrying behind her.

You sigh, letting your tense shoulders sag. The rain clouds give a shudder and release a light drizzle. You wipe a small tear from one eye.

This is definitely the hardest day of your life.

Your feet glide over the pine needle soundlessly, a hefty Xiphos clutched in your hands.

It's been a week since your arrival at Camp Half-Blood. A week full of training, lessons and camp activities. You have found yourself rather handy with a sword, and you're even warming up to the kid in Hermes' cabin.

Ahead of you, Clarisse La Rue and her band of sheeple are wandering back towards their flag. You're stealthily following them, the chocolate-eyed girl none the wiser.

The sky is bright and blue, flocks of cheerful clouds frolicking around on the sweet summer winds. You feel a thrill of joy pass through you. It's a beautiful day, you've finally settled in, and you are about to beat that bully La Rue.

Well, you would have if, in your excitement, you hadn't carelessly stepped on a twig.

Gods, didn't that only happen in the movies? You wince as the pack of Ares kids whip around, spears and swords brandished.

"You!" Clarisse says when she sees you. "Trying to find our flag, are you?"

She smirks, stalking forward. You step back slightly, heart pounding. Yes, you are quite good with a sword now, but you are no match for Clarisse. Even you can admit that.

She leans in close. "You should know better," she says, her voice honeyed.

A couple of her teammates move forward, teeth gleaming and swords hungry for skin. Clarisse's eyes flash, and she holds up a hand.

"No, go on to the flag. I'll deal with her," she orders. Some of the kids look doubtful, so Clarisse gives you a shove for emphasis. "I'll deal with her."

Reluctantly, the kids peter out. Turning back to you, Clarisse holds your gaze for a moment, before shaking her head with a scoff. But there isn't much venom in it.

"Just stay out of it, newbie," she grunts, swinging her spear leisurely over one shoulder and turning to leave.

You frown in disbelief. "That's it?"

Clarisse pauses, looking at you over one shoulder. "What, do you want a fight, Darling? Because we both know that would just end up with you in the infirmary."

You tilt your head, observing the brown-haired girl. "No, not at all. You're just... not what I thought."

Clarisse scoffs again, but there is even less malice in it. You think you must be imagining the warm glow around her cheekbones.

"Just, stay out of it," she mutters, turning and jogging off into the trees.

You stare after her, cheek tingling where her breath had brushed it.

Of course, you didn't stay out of it. You had followed after her, the girl too flustered to notice you slipping in and sneaking off with the flag.

After your win, the whole camp accepted you fully. Ares still shoots you glares, but no one has dared push you over again.

And yet, no God or Goddess has claimed you. Many campers are after a week or two, but it has been months and still not a sign.

"She's too smart for an Ares," someone guesses.

"But she's too tough for Athena," another had argued.

"What about Apollo? She's alright with a bow."

"Definitely not, have you heard her sing in the shower block?" Someone laughs.

"I mean, that would explain why Apollo hasn't claimed her!"

Every day begins to feel worse than the last, every time you prove yourself worthy you are rewarded with nothing. Even the weather seems to agree, the sky gradually getting gloomier and wetter. Campers have been grumbling about this being the 'bleakest summer ever.'

The only spark in your life, unbelievably, is a certain fiery girl from Cabin 5.

You've been entertaining yourself by trying to worm your way into the stony warrior's heart, your suspicions about her proving correct with every blush and scoff you are gifted with when you manage to sneak through a crack.

The clouds seem to part, letting a beam of rare sunlight through, whenever you're with her. When you're without her, you find your hands itching to touch her, a playful shove or a flick.

A few shoves and flicks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of the training Arena, clad in sweaty bronze armor being asked out by a flushed Clarisse La Rue.

A warm trickle of sunlight sinks into the space between you, both panting from the private spar you were in moments before. You can see every freckle, every dark eyelash on her face.

"Go out with you?" You breathe, lowering your sword from where it was raised. "Like, with you?"

Clarisse scoffs —her nervous habit, you've found— and removes her helmet, resting it on her hip. "Yes, with me, Darling. But if you're already set on Castellan, lift that sword again and we can forget about this—"

"Fuck Castellan, of course I'll go out with you!" You cry, letting your weapon clatter to the ground and wrapping your metallic arms around her.

You don't know what the other campers meant when they called it the 'bleakest summer ever.' All you know now is sunshine and blue-sky days, days filled with summery winds and strawberry picking and secret dates with your tough girl. You hardly ever think about your unclaimed status anymore, too in love to care. You can't even remember before Clarisse.

She's awfully protective of you, always standing up to anyone who tries to push you around. You did wish she wouldn't pick on the newbies, though.

"Clari, he's only 12! Give him a break," you protest. You're sprawled out in Clarisse's sheets as she sits on the end of the bed polishing her spear for Capture the Flag that afternoon.

"Nope. I hate liars," she states simply.

You roll your eyes. Always so stubborn. "Clarisse, he's barely put his foot in the door. Let the kid adjust."

Clarisse shakes her head. "No! He lied about killing the minotaur, he soaked me and my friends—" you snort "—and now he's walking around here like he's better than me! I ought to show that runt—"

You've sat up and pressed a kiss to her lips. Clarisse falters, flustered from the touch. For a girl who isn't afraid of anything, you've found her to be very timid when it comes to affection.

"No one's better than you, Clari," you murmur. Her face sets ablaze. "But, you don't have to prove that, we already know it."

Clarisse hums thoughtfully, leading into your touch for a moment. Then she springs up abruptly, leaving your lips cold. "Sorry, no can do. Reputation and all that. See you in battle, Darling!"

You flop back down onto the bed with a groan as she eagerly sprints off. That's right, you're on the opposite side.

"You really think he's the one, Annabeth?" You whisper to the patch of air beside you. You're crouched behind a bush watching the 12-year-old arch nemesis of your girlfriend dozing on a log after a very strenuous afternoon of dancing and playing with geckos.

"Yes," the patch of air replies. You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. You can't believe you let Annabeth rope you into this.

"Can we please go help Luke and Chris? I'm sure Percy can look after himself," you mutter. "And I'm bored!"

"Well, you won't be bored for much longer," invisible Annabeth says.

You turn back to Percy to see none other than your girlfriend stalking towards him brandishing her red-hot spear. Of course, you groan internally. She does look really good in those camo pants, though.

When the Ares pack start chasing the boy, you're about to step out of your hiding spot, but Annabeth's arm stops you.

"Not yet," she orders.

You may not be as formidable as Clarisse, but you are far from puny. You let her protect you because that's Clarisse's love language. But you can handle yourself perfectly well, one stormy glare of yours can send a camper fleeing for the hills. On top of that, you hate being ordered around, especially from a child.

But you listen, because you're reluctant to be as stubborn as your girlfriend. So you stay expertly hidden as you and Annabeth follow the pack down to the lake. But a flash of anger shoots through you when you see the young boy knocked to the floor.

"Sorry, Annabeth," you grunt, stepping out onto the gravel. "Clarisse! Leave him alone!"

Clarisse doesn't stop her tussle, just glancing over at you. "Stay out of it, Darling."

"You always say that," you growl, picking off one of the Ares kids and combatting him with your sword, and you quickly have him disarmed and on the ground. Suddenly, your head shoots up when you hear a bloodcurdling scream.

"Clari!" You cry, stomach clenching when you see the severed spear in her hands. Her gift from her father.

"Clari, stop. He's not worth it," you plead, running up to her when she hefts the scrawny boy into the air. Your arms wrap around her waist, and you guide a fuming Clarisse back towards the cabins. Percy will be okay, Annabeth will look after him.

Well. You thought she would, but you turn towards a 'splash' to see that the girl has pushed Percy into the lake.

"What the hell, Annabeth!" You begin to call over, but the words dry up when you see his bloody wounds knitting themselves over. Your jaw drops open when you realize what that means moments before the trident appears above the boy's head.

Poseidon, Poseidon, the Big Three, Poseidon, you hear kids all around you whispering. The poor boy looks shell-shocked.

"Fuck that kid," Clarisse says disbelievingly. You rub your hand on her back, once again leading her to the cabins.

"It's okay, Clari. He's just going to get slaughtered by Hades' monsters now, you know they're on the brink of war. You don't have to trouble yourself any—"

You falter when Clarisse stops walking, a look of horror in her eyes. You frown and look around confused when the rest of the Blue Team start staring at you too.

"What?" You ask, following the gaping camper's gaze to the space above your head.

The wind is knocked from your body. Above your head, an icy-white lightning bolt marks you. Daughter of Zeus.

Your insides churn—you're not an idiot, you know what this means. Zeus has seen Percy being claimed as an act of war and decides to retaliate by finally acknowledging his daughter.

The stares, the whispers, the complications, it all stirs in your gut like a hurricane. In the sky, a storm cloud has begun brewing and crackles with lightning.

"Stop staring!" You cry at your teammates, a bright lightning bolt lighting up the sky. Tears well in your eyes, and rain begins to pelt down on the gravelly shore.

When the campers don't move, you shoot them one of your deadly glares. "Scram!" You growl, the following grumble of thunder making them scatter. Only Clarisse stays.

"Don't you understand?" You sob to her, rain mixing with the tears on your cheeks. "He doesn't care about me. He hasn't cared about me for months! I'm just a bargaining chip to him, a plaything to through at his stupid brother!"

You turn to storm off, and the sky growls at you. "Is this me, too? Am I doing this?" You shout, gesturing manically at the sky. Clarisse crosses over to you.

"Screw Hades, screw Poseidon, screw the lot of them!" Clarisse hisses, grabbing your hands to stop you from leaving. "Zeus doesn't deserve you, Darling. Don't let him use you, don't give him the satisfaction."

You sniff, the rain softening to a shower. "I don't want to be like this," you croak, your foreheads touching as you look at your intertwined hands. Tiny sparks are erupting at the contact.

"I don't know, Sparky. It's pretty cool," Clarisse grins.

You laugh, the tension easing from your body. The dark clouds in the sky above blow away. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Why should I let them control me? I'll just explode them if they try."

Clarisse grins, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face and kissing you on the side of your mouth. "That's the spirit, Sparky."

( 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 !! )

#ph☆ebe's scribbles #percy jackson fic #one shot #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson #fanfiction #fanfic #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue

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ajortga · 27 days

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home

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: nothing feels more than home to jenna than you.

word count: 800+ (drabble)

a/n: wanted to get this out there as a thank you, we reached 400 followers! words actually cannot describe how grateful i am that people appreciate the stories i write. i really hope they can make your day<3.

hey alexa, play home by edith whiskers.

You yearn to feel the sense of hope and comfort.

Home.

Not the home that shields Jenna as she sleeps, a roof over her head.

But at the same time, it is that.

Not the home that she wakes up in everyday when she wakes up for breakfast, the aroma of her mom’s cooking fills the air,

The TV turned on, her older and younger siblings playing in the living room.

Not the home that holds her, her yorkie terrier and her family.

Or the home that shakes as Aliyah and her jump on the bed with Cash.

No, not that.

Home.

As much as she loved her family, nothing could compare to you, no one.

Jenna could remember her words as she strummed her guitar, a gentle hum filling her room.

“Alabama Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa, not the way that I do love you.’

The only home she’ll be the first to run to when she has news.

“We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night”

As Jenna strums to her whistling, she remembers running across the sandy coast with the palette of the sunset around you. Shades of orange, yellow, pink, and baby blue hues. Holding hands with you as you two laugh and run with each other barefoot during the summer. The sweetest memory she’s ever experienced. A moment that she never felt could be better. If she could go back to one memory before she died, she’d choose that one. With you, cupping your cheeks as you two kiss as dawn was welcomed, during her favorite season of the year.

Giggling as you both collapse on the sunlit meadow on a warm summer night, bodies wrapped around each other.

“Nothing is sweeter than with you.”

Oh you were everything to her, her best friend, girlfriend, soulmate, universe.

When Jenna’s boyfriend broke up with her, she sobbed on her pillow, she never told you when you came over that she pretended that it was you.

She didn’t know why it might’ve helped, it’s warmth reminding her of you, it made her hug it tighter.

“La-la-la-la-la take me home”

That day Jenna’s heart was shattered, you were the one to bring it back together, her sobbing in your warm arms as you comforted her, your hands scratching her scalp in the perfect way.

You told her she could stay over, she sobbed in your arms, fell asleep as soon as her body reached your arms, melting in your presence.

The next day you made her her favorite heart shaped nutella pancakes that she always asked for when she sleeps over at your house, she knew that whenever you made her it, it was always sweeter when you made it.

She closes her eyes and remembers it, all too vividly. A smile comes across Jenna's face as she changes the chords, her fingers strumming again.

"Girl I never loved one like you."

Even if someone were to take every single step of your recipe and memorize the grains of salt and sugar you used, it was never the same, she knows your baking by heart.

Drives in your jeep as you two interlock hands. Travels all over the world, shares of gelato ice cream and sweet moments.

Deep gazes into eyes as a blanket wraps around the both of you. A soft kiss planted on your forehead as you fall asleep on her chest with the campfire crackling in front of you.

She remembered when she first realized she loved you.

To have you first in her mind when she wanted to spend time with someone. Craving your cookies, your time spent together, those soft lips she always looked at as you talked.

To have someone listen to her strumming the guitar, to have them admire her voice and closed off side. Her little Y/N on her shoulder. To be so in love that she wrote this song for you.

You loved her.

Her freckles you counted as you’re curled up by her side, her soft hands. Her.

Your first encounter, meeting her on set and immediately feeling you two click.

Your first date together, when she accidentally spilled a coffee on your white shirt and you busted out laughing.

Your first kiss.

When she asked you to be your girlfriend, officially. You wanted to be with her forever.

Jenna was the first person in your life to calm your storm down. You were the person who struggled falling asleep, it didn’t happen easily, but in her arms, it did. You were always gone as soon as she pressed your nose into her neck.

You were each others homes, you wanted to stay with her, to always be assured by her.

As the song comes to a close, she looks up at the polaroid picture of you two. The orange hue from the salt lamp the only source of light. Polaroids hung of you and her all across her string of fairy lights. Her walls were filled with her girlfriend. And as her fingers pluck the strings, Jenna smiles faintly. The song nears the end as she sings the last of the lyrics.

"Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you"

i love this song sm it's crazy.

#jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x y/n #jenna marie ortega #wednesday addams x female reader #Spotify

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pearlofthesirens · 1 month

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OMG I LOVE YOUR FIC WITH VALERIA 🤩🤩🤩🤩 can you write some fluff with fem reader? Valeria and her girlfriend have a movie night after weeks of not seeing Val (she's a busy woman we understand) and Val is not 100% into it but she wants to see reader happy and in the middle of watching movie reader sees that Val fall asleep. A lot of cute stuff and maybe some sarcasm...obviously from Valeria. I'll be so happy to read this but if you don't like it it's totally fine 😘😘😘

Thank you 🖤

of course!! thank you so so much for submitting a request, i promise you will love this one <3

cw: tooth rotting fluff, slight spanish cursing, val being a tease and lots of happy gae moments

Valeria being a very busy lady, doesn't always get to spend quality time freely with you. Dates often get cancelled, "Stupid fucking gringos stepped in Las Almas again." and "Putamadre Alejandro!" were recurring words in your household during some of 'long' vacations she'd take only to leave for her work. She would always let you help her prepare herself for the upcoming missions, leaving after giving you the longest kiss full of love.

"Take care of yourself, okay chula? I've got men outside to protect you from any intruder, will be back soon."

It's one of those days you're sulking at home, watching a random cartoon movie in Spanish for no reason. The blanket was bunched at your thighs, the cushion of the couch dipped under your weight. A bowl of chips was present on the coffee table in front of you untouched, you refused to take a single bite. Nothing but Valeria's sweet smile was on your mind, oh how you missed her. If she were there, the movie would've been long forgotten and you two would've been busy cuddling.

You felt a tear roll down your cheeks. Solitude was really hitting you at that moment and you pulled the blanket around yourself, letting out a soft sob. The big house felt even bigger, and emptier without your lover there. You missed the times when the halls would echo with both of your laughter, fairy lights adorning the curtains as you two sat and watched the rain while cuddling with each other. You missed the times she would kiss you sweetly and call you hers, her fingertips tracing your lips. You missed everything about her. But your train of thoughts came to a halt when you felt a familiar hand on your head, ruffling your hair a little.

"Miss me, amorcito?"

Your head snapped back, eyes meeting with your girlfriend's. You could barely wipe your remaining tears away before she came round and sat beside you, using her thumbs to swipe them away.

"You cried, mi amor?"

You could only sniffle back as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling yourself closer. She gently rubbed your back, placing butterfly kisses on top of your head as you sobbed in her arms.

"Missed you so so much, Val. I thought..I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again."

"But I'm right here now, out of any trouble. Don't cry, mi vida. I'll make up for the missing time, I promise."

You pull your face away from her neck, letting her wipe away your tears before she pulled the blanket over both of you comfortably. Laying down on the couch, her hands crept up to yours and slowly pulled you down so you'd lay on top of her. Your head immediately met with the softness of her chest as her hands kneaded your ass, a teasing smirk on her face before her eyes turned to the TV screen.

"Coco, really? You were watching a kid's movie?"

"But it's nice."

"Being childish, are we?"

"You still love me."

Her hearty laugh made your heart increase its pace, her husky voice tickling your ear as she brought herself closer.

"Mierda, of course I do. So much that I'd watch a stupid movie for you."

Her hands slowly pulled the blanket over you two, arms trapping you as you placed your head on her chest. Your eyes followed the TV screen, watching the movie as Valeria's chest heaved in and out. The way she breathed calmed you down and you weren't upset anymore. your fingers gently fidgeted with her shirt, eyelids getting heavy. Turning to face Valeria with a yawn, you called out her name.

"Love, wanna sleep."

"Val."

"Val?"

The lack of response had your eyes wide open, and you met with the loveliest thing you would ever witness. Your girlfriend had fallen asleep with you on top of her, yet one of her hands still stayed on your ass. With a small smile, you raised your head and placed a soft kiss on her lips before switching the TV off. Her arms held you tightly in her sleep as you snuggled closer, nuzzling in her chest happily. At the end of the day, Valeria not only cares about you but also makes up for the time when she's not present, even if it means letting you lay on her chest while watching kid's movies.

(not proofread!!)

#pearly venus asks #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria x fem!reader #valeria wlw #wlw #wlw fanfic #valeria fluff

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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Well I guess the oneshot did the trick, because I finished a chapter.

Still not exactly doing great, but this helps a little.

And this overdramatic SOB just makes me swoon a completely normal amount.

don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the nipple don't stare at the oh dear gods honestly how dare he

Hearing Problems

LA!Mihawk x OC

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Trigger Warnings: Mild Suicidal Ideation

Wordcount: 2.4k

Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

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After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

The stars were beautiful tonight, if nothing else.

Karimi did her best to focus her mind in on that, despite how they seemed to swim and swirl a bit in her vision, how her thoughts swam and swirled in her head.

How the image of his eyes seemed to have burned straight into her eyelids, to the point that she didn't want to do so much as blink.

How his words had burned into her ears, and she could still hear the threat behind them echoing around in her skull, hear his voice as clearly as if she were listening in on his thoughts at that very moment. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, after the duel.

A heartbeat or a bloodied corpse.

Her own heartbeat raced into an absolute frenzy.

Part of her screamed loudly, so loudly that she could just slip herself right over the edge of the dock, to just slip into the chill of the ocean and sink down and never come up again.

She pulled her feet out of the water immediately, sitting straight up and wrapping her arms around her bended knees, shuddering the slightest bit.

His words. Not only his words, but his anger rang clear as day through her while she stared out at the night sky, out toward the horizon, wishing she could very far closer to it than to where she was right now.

There was every chance that she had just lessened Zoro's chances of survival rather than improve them.

She lowered her forehead to her knees. As the saltwater dripped away and her skin dried, the chatter of every person within a fifty food radius slowly began to raise in volume in her head. Closing her eyes a bit tighter, pulling her legs in closer to her chest, she bit her lip and focused.

Focused every ounce of her energy to making it stop.

Her own thoughts were too much right now, much less everyone else's.

And slowly—so slowly, but oh, so welcome, the silence came again. An audible sigh trembled its way through her lips.

Busoshoku haki. It wasn't fool-proof, but it worked when she needed it to. For the ten years she had spent with her grandmother, the older woman had employed it constantly to suppress Karimi's devil fruit abilities, but Karimi herself wasn't as proficient. She had less than two years of training in the art, from her time traveling with the Red Hair Pirates six years ago, and she couldn't do much with it except dampen her own abilities.

If she focused it in just behind her ears, focused it down to a pair of small points of energy and connected them together through her skull, then she had the sweet, sweet silence she so craved, that she could manage on her own on a day to day basis.

"So what did he have to say?"

The sound of Nami's voice, nearly monotone but with an edge of accusation to it, startled Karimi so badly that she nearly did slip off the dock.

"God dammit—"

Dear gods why couldn't everyone just leave her alone?

"Hey—!" Karimi grew instantly tense when she felt Nami's hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she could topple over. "Shit. Was it that bad?"

The accusatory note in her voice dropped away almost in an instant, and Karimi could only scoff, shaking her head. Her eyes briefly cut toward Nami when the younger girl took a seat beside her on the docks, looking at her in a mix of alarm and caution. "It wasn't great, no," she said shortly. Karimi shook her head, staring down at the gentle waves that rocked against the floating dock. She sighed, pressing her palm into one of her eyes against the sharp pain of a headache forming behind them. "You ever just want to...say the hell with it all and toss yourself in the ocean and be done?"

"Ah...yeah...." She noticed Nami reach around her and subtly pull the wine bottle away from her side. "Maybe we should just get back to Merry and—"

"I know what you're planning."

Nami froze in an instant at that, her eyes glued to Karimi's for a moment when she turned her head and looked over.

"I don't know what you're—"

"Don't bother," said Karimi, waving a dismissive hand, her voice still slurred. "You're leaving. And I get it. I would too in your shoes. If I could...." She swallowed. Exhaled a slow sigh that puffed out her cheeks slightly, looking at Nami, at how her brows furrowed. "I lost...everything ten years ago. My village. My friends. My...family." She shook her head. "I'd trade anything to have that back. So I get it. You'd trade everything too. But, look."

Nami froze when Karimi turned, reached out and put her hands on her shoulders, leveling her gaze with with hers.

"That—scrawny little shit back there in his silly little hat," she went on, nodding back toward the Merry, "I guarantee, if you go, he's going to chase you down, and he's going to do everything in his power to help whether you want him to or not, because that's what he does. So you need to think carefully about how you're going to proceed with this."

Nami stared at her for several long seconds, her eyes wide as saucers, her mouth hanging slightly open in shock.

And then she shoved Karimi's hands off of her shoulders, shifting away several inches. "How—how the hell do you—no." She shook her head, reaching down to her bag at her side. "No, why—" Karimi's eyes shifted down as Nami pulled an old, yellowed wanted poster out of her bag. "Why are you lying to everyone? Two billion berries?"

Karimi's gaze became glued to the wanted poster, and when she reached out to grab it, Nami pulled it back, holding it over her head.

"You think you can just, what, dye your hair a little darker, and no one's going to notice?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Maybe the guys won't, but I'm not an idiot."

Karimi barely even heard her, her eyes glued to the paper flapping in the light breeze over their heads. She had kept that poster for the better part of eight years, kept it tucked away with her belongings, tucked under her pillow wherever she slept. She lowered her gaze, leveling her eyes with Nami's as she spoke through her teeth.

"Give. It. Back."

Nami's resolve faltered a little for a moment—but just long enough of a moment. Karimi was able to lash out her hand and grab the poster, pulling it to her chest and sighing slowly, her eyes slipping shut.

"Th...that's...not you?" she said slowly, and Karimi shook her head.

"It's my grandmother." She carefully folded the poster without looking at it again, slipping it into her pocket. "And it's the only picture I have of her." She glanced at Nami, trying hard, incredibly hard not to be mad at the girl as her gaze softened. "She was murdered right in front of me ten years ago."

"I..." She swallowed. "I'm...so sorry, I..." She shook her head. "You look...you could be her *twin*, I thought—" Once more, Nami shook her head, looking Karimi up and down quickly. "How do you know about my village?" she asked finally.

"I know a little about a lot of things." Karimi set to tugging her socks back on. "I...have a devil fruit ability. I can hear thoughts. I keep it suppressed the majority of the time because it would frankly drive me insane if I didn't, but..." She glanced at Nami, frowning apologetically. "When we fought with Kuro, I had to release it. I can't control what I hear. And your thoughts were a lot louder than anyone else's."

Nami swallowed, blinking several times. "You...can hear thoughts," she repeated quietly. Karimi shrugged a shoulder and gave a quick nod, pulling one if her boots back on now. "Th...that's..."

"Something that would have made you all a lot less likely to have me along had you known it off the rip," Karimi finished for her, sighing. Maybe not Luffy—it was incredibly likely he would have been in awe. "And for the record, I'm not using it right now. Shanks was able to help me learn to control it to some extent."

Nami nodded, standing with Karimi as she finished tugging her other boot on. "You...said your village was destroyed." She cut her eyes at Nami, taking her bottle of wine back when the orange-haired girl offered it to her. "Was it pirates?"

"Marines." She took a swig from the bottle, slinging an arm around Nami's shoulders. "There's good eggs and bad eggs in every batch. I don't like Marines on the whole, but there are a few exceptions. You don't like pirates," she went on as they crossed dock, "but I think you've seen enough to know that there are a few exceptions."

Karimi offered her the bottle of wine with a wry smile, and Nami took it, taking a drink from it. "Yeah," she agreed, staring up at the Merry as they stopped in front of it. "I guess there are."

Nami had to help her back onto the ship—she had definitely gone way too heavy on the drink tonight, something she rarely did and was sure she would be embarrassed about in the morning, but right now she didn't care. Right now, falling back into an empty hammock and tucking her hands behind her neck, all Karimi cared to give her time and attention to was the sweet release of sleep.

Hopefully a dreamless sleep, devoid of the annoyances and terrors of the waking world.

Hopefully devoid of her harebrained promise to serve a surly pirate warlord if he would leave an acquaintance she had met literal days ago alive.

Devoid of the heartbroken look on Luffy's face when he realized Nami was leaving—when he realized she was leaving.

Empty, dreamless, not a single thought of the face on the wanted poster she carried with her everywhere, the face she had watched break into desperate tears ten years ago, beg to let her granddaughter live, just let her live, she would give anything, she didn't care if they killed her—

Karimi's eyes snapped open.

And then they shut in an instant against the persistent and painful rays of the morning sun pouring throughtthe rounded window across from her.

As she did every morning, she started to focus, to employ her haki and drown out the mindless chatter in her head...and then she stopped.

She stooped as she heard the desperation, the horror outside the ship.

And she scrambled to her feet, stumbling out of the cabin to lean against the railing around the deck if the ship.

Just in time to watch Mihawk draw his sword from his back.

To watch him pull it down in a clean slash.

Watch Zoro fall to his knees and onto his back.

She sank down onto her own knees, exhaling a slow sigh, eyes wide and hands gripping at the railing around the deck. There, then, was her answer. There, in the form of one if her newest friends bleeding out in front of Baratie, clinging to the edge of life, certain to slip away at any moment.

"I hope you've already packed your things."

And she froze.

Karimi lifted her head slowly, meeting his yellow eyes as he stood over her, his arms crossed. Her brow furrowed as she glanced out toward the deck of Baratie, watching as the others surrounded Zoro, trying to keep him awake. She looked back at Mihawk, gritting her teeth.

"He's almost dead, you—"

"Almost, yes." He leaned his elbow against the railing if the ship. "And if he can't survive that, then he wasn't worth my time to begin with."

Oh.

Oh, the complete bastard.

He had left Zoro clinging to the edge of life, and he still expected her to keep up her end of the deal.

And yet...she had set the terms herself.

"F...fine," she said, pulling herself to her feet. She cast a glance down toward the docks, her heart clenching in her chest at the sight of Luffy kneeling over his first mate. "Just...let me say goodbye."

"Are you that close with them?" he asked, and the amusement in his tone was enough to boil her blood. She cast a glare over her shoulder in his direction, and he simply shrugged a shoulder. "Fine. You have an hour." He took a step closer, seizing her by her chin, his eyes searching hers for any sign of defiance. "Gather your belongings..." He leaned in closer, his forehead barely touching hers, the wide brim of his hat shadowing both of their faces. "...and your wits, and we'll be off."

His amusement was clear to her in more than just his gaze or his tone—Karimi could hear it in his head, hear just how pleased he was with himself as he left the ship.

And she didn't want to hear it for another second.

Karimi quickly employed her haki, shoved her walls up as high they could go, and watched him head down the docks, lowering herself back down to her knees to watch him through the railing. Her heart pounding, her bottom lip trembling, she knew she had no choice.

She had made her her bed amd now she had no choice to lie in it.

She had told him she would be his...and now she was.

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Koukyuu no Karasu Volume 4 Chapter 1 - The Silkworm God (Part 3)

Alright here's the end of the first chapter

Ok tbh now that the official version of volume 4 is out i am not sure what to do with this translation. im pretty sure i said before that i would drop it once the official translations catch up and i do still mean it (especially now that i have so much on my plate) but i don't want to abandon this blog. Maybe i'll post summaries for the later books? idk yet

thanks to everyone who supported me so far!

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After a while, Shuuji arrived, looking fearful of her surroundings. Her face was pale.

“La…Lady Raven Consort, I told you to forget about the ghost…”

“Were you threatened by the ghost?”

Shuuji’s eyes widened. “You know?”

“Did it tell you that you’re cursed? Don’t worry, it was lying.”

“Is…is that true, Lady Raven Consort?”

Shuuji, looking like she was about to burst into tears, tried to cling to Jusetsu. Onkei stopped her. “No need,” Jusetsu told him, then took Shuuji’s hand. When Onkei let go of her, she crumpled down on the spot. She cried as she squeezed Jusetsu’s hand.

“Lady Raven Consort, I’m scared.”

“What scared you?” Jusetsu asked, soothing a sobbing Shuuji.

“Yesterday…it happened yesterday evening. After finishing work, I was walking in the outer corridor when something rolled down at my feet. When I stopped and looked, I saw that it was a cocoon. And then, more cocoons fell down, and just when I was wondering what was going on, I saw a shadow on the nearby lattice window…” Shuuji trembled. “It was dark inside, so I couldn’t see them very well, but they seemed to be a palace lady. She was standing beside me, facing me. Then, she spoke. If you meddle in my business any more, I’ll put a curse on you. It was a terrifying voice. I lost my nerve and ran into the room where everyone else was. When I told them that I saw a ghost, they said that we had to investigate, so I went back with them even though I didn’t want to. As might be expected, the ghost was nowhere to be found, nor the cocoons. I was just so scared and didn’t know what to do…”

So, she went to Yamei Palace again and told Jusetsu to leave the ghost alone.

“Hmm,” Jusetsu, who was listening with her head tilted slightly, nodded.

“By ‘terrifying voice,’ what kind of voice was it specifically? A high voice or a low voice? A thin voice or a thick voice?”

“Specifically…? Well…” Shuuji closed her eyes, as though to remember.

“It wasn’t a high-pitched voice. It wasn’t deep either…yes, it wasn’t a young voice. It was hoarse, like there was something wrong with their throat, and that might have been why I was so frightened. Because it wasn’t the voice of a young palace lady at all.”

“Do you recall hearing that voice before?”

“No, I haven’t—oh, but…” Shuuji put her hand to her mouth. “Now that I think about it, I feel like I’ve heard it… No, but I’m not very sure.”

“You said you ran into the room where everyone else was. Who is ‘everyone’?”

“The palace ladies… I think they were all there, but I was also upset and don’t remember clearly.”

“Hmm, I see,” Jusetsu peered into Shuuji’s face. “Listen, that was not a ghost. The reason is that my barrier extends here. Ghosts won’t appear within it. It’s impossible.”

Shuuji was staring intently into Jusetsu’s eyes, as though drawn into them.

“Y-Yes…, Lady Raven Consort!” Shuuji nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushing. “Ah, then someone did something like that…? Who is it?”

“Most likely someone who doesn’t want to be investigated.”

The ghost that threatened Shuuji and the ghost that stole the cocoons were probably the same person.

Jusetsu had said that there were two ghosts, but one of them was fake.

“May I look inside the room?”

Before she heard a reply, Jusetsu went up the stairs and entered the room where the palace ladies were working. There was a fishy smell and steam enshrouded everything. Large cauldrons with boiling water were placed in two kilns. The cocoons were being boiled inside them. Palace ladies standing next to them were picking up boiled cocoons, quickly finding the thread end, and pulling out the thread. They were incredibly fast. The pulled-out threads were winded around thread reels.

After removing the material that would become silk thread, there was another palace lady who removed the cocoons with transparent larvae from the cauldrons, another who changed the water, and another who removed the thread from the reel. The palace ladies’ cheeks and hands were red from the heat, and sweat was beading on their foreheads and necks.

They were all silently engrossed in their work and didn’t even notice Jusetsu’s entrance. Jusetsu’s eyes landed on the kiln containing cocoons at the edge of the room. Even to an untrained eye, she could tell that there were some dirty cocoons mixed in. These were probably the bad cocoons that had been sorted out. Jusetsu immediately left the room so as to not disturb the palace ladies’ work. “Are those the bad cocoons you have at the edge of the room?” she asked Shuuji, who was waiting in the outer corridor. “Yes,” Shuuji answered.

“Are you going to throw them away?”

“No, we can’t present them to the emperor, but we take the thread and make them into palace lady uniforms or cotton.”

“Have they been kept there since yesterday?”

“Yes. The good cocoons are kept under strict guard in a separate room, but the bad ones are…”

“Then those must be the cocoons used to threaten you yesterday.”

Anyone who knew where they were could easily take them out.

“Then, who was the palace lady who pretended to be a ghost and threatened me?”

It’s not them, Shuuji said, looking towards the room where steam was leaking.

“If it was one of my friends, I would know who it was even in the dark. Even their voice…”

Jusetsu watched as the steam unraveled and disappeared.

“I think it would be quicker to have them come out before us than to find out who they are.”

As the evening approached, Jusetsu changed from her eunuch uniform to her usual black robes and headed to the mound with Onkei. She walked around the old moss-covered mound and looked up at the trees.

She had known that someone had been visiting this place from the last time she came here. She knew because the undergrowth had been trodden on.

“Niangniang, they’re here.”

At Onkei’s whisper, Jusetsu hid behind the mound. Onkei hid among the trees.

Under the dim shade of the trees, there was the sound of someone’s footsteps approaching. They were light. They were probably a slender person, not very tall. The person seemed to stop in front of the mound, but then slowly approached a tree, making sure that their footsteps were concealed. It was a large old tree with hollows everywhere. When he put his hand there, Jusetsu called out to him.

“The cocoons are no longer there.”

The man jumped and turned around, his hand still reaching inside the hollow. Jusetsu stood up, and Onkei also appeared from the trees.

“Do you remember my face? We talked behind the mulberry storage room today.”

He stared at Jusetsu’s face and let out a small “Ah.”

“You’re not a eu…”

The man who said this with a pale face was the young eunuch who had told Jusetsu about how they used mulberry branches to make dyes and firewood as he tied them together.

“I hear your name is Rijou.”

She had Tan Kai look into the eunuchs who worked at the cocoonery. Everything from their identities to finances.

“I know exactly what you did. You pretended to be the ghost of a palace lady, sneaked into the cocoonery, and stole the cocoons.”

When it became clear that someone had pretended to be a ghost, it became obvious that the palace ladies had nothing to do with the matter. If it had been a palace lady who stole the cocoons, they wouldn’t have needed to pretend to be a ghost. Just as Jusetsu had once suspected, one only had snatch some cocoons while working and claim that a ghost had appeared.

Rijou had a small stature and wide eyes. He could easily transform into a palace lady by putting on makeup. If he made himself look like a woman, it would be difficult for even those who knew him to notice. Just like how at first, even Shuuji didn’t recognize Jusetsu when she was dressed as a eunuch.

“Ah…ugh…”

Rijou’s face was pale, and he was trembling. He didn’t seem to be the most daring person. He backed away a step, then suddenly tried to run. Onkei moved quickly, but before he could do anything, Rijou tripped on grass and fell. Onkei grabbed his arms and pinned him down. Rijou struggled, but Onkei’s arms didn’t budge.

“N-No…I…”

Rijou began to cry. He was not yet twenty, a young man who seemed able to do both good and bad things with ease.

“I know this wasn’t your plan alone. You were probably instigated by the eunuchs in charge of taking the pupae outside. Did they tell you that you would make money?”

She asked him this, thinking that he would confess if she asked in this way. Rijou nodded readily.

“Yes…that’s right. But it wasn’t for money. At first, it was just a game between friends.”

“A game?”

“I would disguise myself as a palace lady and see if I get found out or not. It was…a bet.”

Jusetsu had heard that many eunuchs indulged in gambling. This was because there was hardly any entertainment here.

“So, have you been sneaking into the cocoonery since before?”

“No, at first I just wandered outside and bet on whether other eunuchs or palace ladies would recognize me, but it went so well that I was told that it wasn’t a bet anymore, so they told me to pretend to be the rumored cocoonery ghost. But doing only that would be boring, so we bet whether or not I can take a cocoon…”

Perhaps the prank went too far.

“I was planning to return the cocoons right away, because there was no point in keeping them. I thought I should drop them in a corner of the room and return them that way. But when Mr. Sekian learned about my plan…”

“He’s the eunuch in charge of transporting pupae. Is he not your friend?”

“He is my superior. Mr. Sekian told me that I should sell the cocoons to a silkworm farmer. That was scary, so of course I told him no, but then he said he’ll reveal that I stole the cocoons…he threatened me by saying that it was a serious crime…”

Rijou started sniffling. He looked very much like a child when he did that.

“Mr. Sekian said that because of his job, he was acquainted with carp merchants and knew of silkworm farmers who might be willing to buy cocoons. He said he would talk to them and sell the cocoons the next time he brought the pupae outside, so I should hide them until then.”

“So, you hid them in a tree hollow until the time came to go outside to deliver the pupae?”

“I knew this place because I come here to get firewood to use in the cocoonery. I thought that this tree hollow would be perfect.”

Keeping them close at hand could be dangerous in case someone investigates. Therefore, Jusetsu had the idea that the cocoons were probably hidden somewhere else, and this was the place that came to mind. It was supposed to be a place that no one went near, but there were signs that someone had been here. After looking around, she found a cloth bundle that had been pushed into a tree hollow, containing the two cocoons.

The thread was retrieved from the cocoons today, and the pupae would be delivered to the carp merchants tomorrow. So, Jusetsu deduced that he would be coming here today.

“You were the ones who threatened the palace lady, Nen Shuuji, yesterday.”

“I was told to pretend to be a palace lady again and to just stand there, so that’s all I did. He said that we were just going to scare the palace ladies a little. I thought it was just a prank. It was Mr. Sekian, not me, who dropped the cocoons and threatened her with a fake voice.”

As for Sekian, Tan Kai should have had him tied up right now.

In any case, it was good that the cocoons hadn’t been taken outside, but there was the danger that the Saname silkworms leaking out into the world. After informing Banka and Koushun, she had to leave the handling of the matter to them.

Jusetsu left the mound with Rijou tied up by Onkei. It was already completely dark. She suddenly stopped and turned around. The area in front of the mound became slightly brighter. There was a palace lady standing there. She turned towards Jusetsu and bowed once. Then just like that, she faded away and disappeared. Jusetsu stared at the mound, which had sunk into darkness once again.

She probably wasn’t a palace lady who died from the silkworms’ curse.

In fact, it seemed like she even loved silkworms.

Jusetsu wondered if she showed up in the cocoonery because she truly just wanted to take care of the silkworms.

After that, Jusetsu lifted the barrier around the cocoonery, but the ghost didn’t appear again, perhaps because this year’s silkworm cultivation was over.

“In a book written in the previous dynasty, there is a story about a woman who loved the silkworms so much that she refused to marry and was executed,” Koushun said. “It’s written as a story that circulated throughout the public, but it might have been something that actually occurred in the inner palace.”

“Then, by refusing to marry, do you mean that she rejected the emperor’s advances?”

That would probably be why she was executed.

“The fact that you knew such a book existed is astonishing,” Jusetsu said with some admiration.

After a moment’s silence, Koushun answered, “I learned about it from Shiki.” He was an honest man.

“Shiki knows most of the books in Koutou Academy.”

Reiko Shiki was a scholar of Koutou Academy. Before that, he was a deputy inspector in Ga Province.

Jusetsu had visited Koutou Academy before. It held a large number of books, from bamboo strips to paper scrolls. If he already grasped them all, then he truly was a talented man.

Jusetsu stared at the surface of the pond that spread out in front of him. A distorted moon was reflected on the rippled surface of the water.

The two of them were standing by the pond at Yamei Palace. Ei Sei was standing a little distance away, so no one could hear their conversation.

“You’re friendly with Shiki, aren’t you.”

Her murmured voice seemed to glide over the ripples.

“I wouldn’t call it friendly,” Koushun’s voice was tinged with perplexity. “He is my vassal, after all.”

He wasn’t just a vassal either. Shiki was probably the one person who could understand Koushun’s darkest depths. They both kept the cold flame of revenge burning in their hearts. It was something Jusetsu simply couldn’t understand.

Every time she thought about it, Jusetsu felt a feeling like smoldering embers. It was like she was being enveloped in fog or sinking into the deep sea. She felt insecure and restless.

“…What’s wrong?”

Koushun’s hand reached out and touched her cheek, then immediately pulled away. She looked up at him. He said that he would find a way to save her. Find a way to free her from Wulian Niangniang. If there was such a path, he wanted to choose it.

He heard Jusetsu’s silent cries for help.

When she heard that, Jusetsu had unexpectedly burst into tears. Koushun wiped them for her. Since then, she no longer put herself on guard when he touched her. And he also touched her naturally, without hesitation or indecision.

Some kind of barrier had been removed—completely removed.

Jusetsu wanted to ask Reijou, the previous Raven Consort who raised her, this question.

Is this okay?

Of course, I won’t get a “yes.”

The water's surface swayed. The distorted moon was hidden by thin clouds.

After a while, Jusetsu heard a new rumor from Jiujiu. It was said that the palace ladies of the cocoonery had begun visiting the mound. It was now a common rumor that the ghost of the palace lady was a guardian deity of silkworms.

This seems to be how gods are created, Jusetsu thought.

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Hello! Could I request a fred × reader after the war (fred survives) where reader is too overwhelmed with everything that was going on so they decide to move to LA and start a new life?

This is super interesting! Thank you for requesting, I went more angsty with this one so hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS- Mentions of Fred (almost) dying

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Molly wasn’t happy but she knew it was for the best. She could tell you and Fred needed a fresh start. When you two would go over for dinner, you just weren’t the same happy couple you were before.

The couple that made everyone jealous. You two made each other genuinely happy, and now there was just gloom looming around you both.

Fred was hurt physically, the scars on his face and body making that obvious. Meanwhile, you always seemed on edge, constantly clinging onto Fred, or not even being able to look in anyone's direction. Even George could tell something needed to change.

When he would come home, silence filled where laughter used to be or you were crying in your and Fred’s room while he tried to console you. But, Fred wasn’t much better. He had constant nightmares and always had a blank stare on his face, probably thinking about the battle. As much as George wanted to help, he didn’t know how. He was also scarred from the battle. Everyone was.

Fred was proclaimed dead for 2 whole minutes before you restarted his heart in desperation. It was the worst pain and fear anyone had ever gone through. George almost lost his twin.

So, as much as it hurt him to see you two go, he knew people had different ways of coping with trauma, and this seemed like the best option for you two, starting over.

When you guys arrived in LA, you guys had no idea what you were doing. You were in the muggle world, something you two were not familiar with. But, Fred’s reassuring kiss as you two arrived gave you the confidence that everything was going to be okay.

You were quickly proved wrong when you two got jobs. The apartment you rented was more expensive than you two planned for, so there was no time for adjustment, you two needed jobs right away.

Fred found a kid's toy shop to work at. He helped to design toys at their main office, which he thought would be easy. It ended up being 10-hour days, 4 days a week. But, he usually ended up going in on Friday too since he was the best there.

As bad as you felt for Fred, your job wasn’t any better. You looked to a small coffee shop for work. You wanted something low-stress and you thought you found that. But, you didn’t realize that most people in LA must run on 3 hours of sleep because you were busy with angry, tired, customers constantly. It had become so much, in fact, that you couldn’t handle it anymore and quit a month in. Which is how you got into this situation.

You waited on the couch, anxiously. Fred was supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. He was most likely just held up at work but you couldn’t help but think the worst since it’s almost happened once.

You were wrapped in a blanket, watching a show on your new muggle television, when you heard the door open. You immediately stood up and ran for the door. But what you didn’t expect was for you to see his smiling face and start crying.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his coat and running to hug your body that was now dropped to the floor. “Everything!” you sobbed. “Okay, okay,” he consoled as he helped you stand up, “let’s go sit down.”. You tried to calm down as you walked, but the moment you sat down and looked up to make eye contact with him, the waterworks started up again.

“Why is everything wrong?” he asked as he tried to move hair out of your face. His heart was breaking. “We sh-should’ve never moved,” you cried, refusing to look at him. “Why?” he asked, now caressing your thigh.

“We moved here to have a fresh start and n-now you’re miserable because of that job and I’m not helping because I just sit h-here all day because I couldn’t handle the stress of a stupid job at a stupid coffee shop,” you cried, gradually getting louder and more upset.

“I’m not miserable-” he started, trying to calm you down. “But you are! I see the eye bags under your eyes because you get up at 6 in the morning and don’t go to bed until 1 am!” you sobbed, “I’m trying to look for a job but no one’s taking me because I’m useless. Useless, useless, usele-”, you were cut off by lips on yours.

“Stop it right now, I’m not going to sit here and let you talk about yourself like that,” he said sternly. “But it’s true!” you cried.

“No it’s not, I promised we’d get through this together, right?” he said as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. “It doesn't feel like we’re doing it together,” you said, calmer than before.

“When I come home, who’s there to run to the door and hug me after a stressful day at work?” he asked. You didn’t say anything, now realizing how embarrassing it was to be crying like this.

“Who?” he asked once more. “Me?” you said shamefully. “Mhm, and who’s there to comfort me when I have a nightmare?”, “Me,”, “See? It’s you, you are there for me constantly. Yeah, work is dreadful but you’re the thing I look forward to, the person who reminds me why I’m working that hard in the first place so that we can build a beautiful life together with no worries. Which is what we came here to do,” he told you, a genuine look behind his eyes, comforting you.

“I love you,” he stated, putting his forehead to yours.

“I love you.”

~~~~~~~~~

xoxo

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pinkcherryblossomangel · 8 months

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Away from myself

A follow up to AWAY FROM HOME

Bang Chan x reader

- it's eight months after the last chapter

- it's seven months since Y/N saw some nasty responses to rumours

- it's six months since she started spiralling

- five months since she stopped replying to his text

- four months since she stopped reading them

- three months since he stopped messaging

- two months since she stopped sleeping properly

- one day till she has to see him again.

STARING

Bang Chan

Han

Changbin

Y/N

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

Depression

NSFW

Negative body image

Anxiety

Self-hatred

General poor mental health

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His hand reaches up, grabbing mine out of his hair. Our finger interlock as he continues to explore.

My breath hitches at every change in direction.

The vibration of his giggles adding to the build up.

I glance down and see the smirk in his eyes.

The intense connection pushing me towards ~

I lurch awake. Panting, as sweat trickles down my back and forehead.

That didn't happen...

I wanted it more than anything, but that didn't happen.

I tear away my duvet and head to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway I know better than the back of my hand. It's been six months since I last spoke to Chris. And 3 months since he stopped trying to contact me.

Why do I always do this?

I always ruin everything good.

The cold water on my hands grounds me. The sensation reminding that this is what is real. The girl in the mirror is me. She is here. I am here.

"You okay sweetheart" my mums voice adds to the dawn birds song.

"Yeah just.."

"A bad dream?" She asks standing in the doorway. How do I answer this? Cause no. It wasn't a bad dream. It was an incredible one. One that reminded me of how utterly stupid I am.

"Yeah".

"Come here!" My mums embrace envelopes me in comfort. "Remember those bad dreams aren't really my love." I know that's the problem "and if they were I'd fight them off for you". She pinches my cheek like she did when I was a baby.

How can someone so full of love have made me?

"Now get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow!" Her excitement making me feel guilty for my lack.

"Do I have to go?!" I almost plead. She brushes my hair from my face.

"Y/N... my love yes. Yes you have to go! In two days time we will be in London. On a red carpet, at the premiere of your first every big film." The pride radiates off her. "My little girl" her eyes start to well, my follow in response. "Look at you living your dream! Being my little star!"

"I'm taller than you" I laugh between sobs.

"You'll always be my little girl." She switches in to PA mode, "Now go to bed, the train to London is at 9. And you have a call with your manager at 8."

"Love you mum"

"Love you too." She hugs me again "now move I need the toilet!"

************************************

I beat my alarm by five minutes. My dad always said to set it 20 minutes before the scheduled arrival, so when you fall asleep, you don't miss your stop.

I guess he had some good advice after all.

My phones buzzes but it's not the alarm.

It's him.

It's Chris.

Fuck.

Fuckity.

Fuck.

I can't ignore him, tomorrow evening we'll be sat next to each other at the screening. Maybe I can ask Han to swap seats. Or is that too harsh? I just know that if his thigh touches mine...

Y/N, no. You can't do this. He deserves way better than you. Someone who could love him so much more than you can. You'll burden him. I love him too much to do that.

I'll check his message at the hotel. I pull my head phones and press shuffle.

Not now...

I haven't listen to them in months and now! The god damn universe hates me.

This will do. My eyes settle on the countryside flying past.

I need to be brave.

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I thank the receptionist as she hands me the PR plan for the next two weeks.

First the London premiere, then to the La premiere and lastly off to Seoul for the Asian premiere. The 3racha soundtrack is highly anticipated there, so much so they changed to an even bigger venue than la.

From what I heard it will be worth the wait. Chan would come over to my room every night after filming to show me what they'd come up with. Each snippet better than the last.

Each night ending in a passionate embrace.

No.

Stop it.

I close my eyes as if that will make the images erase from my mind.

Shit his text. I can't just ignore it. Why am I hyping myself up to read a text? What is wrong with me. Jesus.

I chuck my phone on the couch next to the TV. What am I gonna say.

I'm sorry Chris, I didn't message you for 6 months because I saw one tweet about us being friends and how I'm a fat piece of shit and I started to spiral and haven't been able to look at any thing to do with stray kids since then!

Or maybe

I'm sorry Chris that I somehow tricked you into liking me in anyway possible, we should just pretend nothing ever happened between us. Pretend that everytime something good happens, it isn't immediately ruined because I can't tell him. And then i wallow in my own stupid self-pity.

Christ... he really dodged a bullet

Flopping down on the bed, i open the manila envelope to see who I'm paired with for the interviews. I'm guessing it'll be with Jack, my on screen boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him since we stopped filming. So that's another awkward re-meeting tomorrow.

But it's not Jack's name there. Or jenna or tash. No it's non of my fellow actors. It's the boys of 3racha.

I immediately dial my manager.

"Hey Julie, I just got my PR plan. It says I'm doing the press bracket with 3racha? I thought I'd be doing it with Jack? Or another actor?"

"Oh yes! I forgot to say this morning! Since there's been such buzz around the soundtrack, Ryan thought it'd be a great idea to have them in the interviews. And he said you got along so well he'd thought you enjoy it!" Of course he did. "Is everything good? Do you want me to ask if they can change it?"

"No its okay, I was just a bit surprised is all" I can't kick up a fuss. I don't want any drama. "I'll see you tomorrow Julie!

" Remember, your interviews start at 9 am. I'll be there at 11. And then 7pm it's the red carpet and at 9pm it's the screening."

"I know," I say, trying to emphasise how many times I've been over the plan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you"

"Thank you Y/N! Now have a nice dinner and treat your mum to something nice!"

"Don't worry I will". I hang up.

I need to text chan back.

I am not ready.

Someone knocks at the door. I open it and he's there.

Christopher is there in front of me.

I can't control myself. I burst into tears.

"I guess we're hotel neighbours again" he smiles sadly.

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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The handsome artist. 22. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Moments of them. A view of the relationship.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: A cabin in the coast.

Note: this part is kind of special to fill a bit the gap between the previous and next one.

Daniel doesn't want to leave Abi's side and has problems with it.

I opened my eyes with a strange buzzing. I looked around. Daniel was laying face down, snoring softly with his hand hanging from the bed.

"Dan..." I tapped his shoulder. "Danny, babe."

He groaned and covered his face with the sheets.

"Hey... Your phone..."

I reached it.

Lewis Ham.

I picked it.

"Good morning"

"Hi, Abi." His voice sounded as sweet as always, but slightly cold and serious "Is Dan there?"

"Right here"

"Well, tell them his client is already here. He had an appointment at 9 am."

"Fuck." I groaned. "Sorry"

I looked down and Daniel was rubbing his eyes.

"It's Lewis."

He checked his watch.

"Fuck. Fuck"

He took the phone from my hand.

"Shit, Lewis. Sorry. I forgot to set the alarm"

"It's the third time..." I could barely hear him, but Lewis was so pissed.

I looked at Daniel and gasped.

"Dan!" I couldn't believe it.

"I'll be there soon, mate."

"You better be"

Daniel tried to get up and dressed fast.

"Daniel Ricciardo if you are late to work again..."

"I know, I know. Sorry"

He pecked my lips.

"See you for dinner?"

"Of course, honey. Good luck with Lewis!"

"Bye bye"

It was only 3 or 4 days later and another accident when Lewis came to the shop.

"Hi, Lewis."

"Hey, Abigail"

"Can I help you with something?"

He leaned on the counter and sighed.

"How do you tell an idiot that he is an idiot with flowers?"

"Someone special?" I answered giggling.

"Yeah, kind of."

"A friend?"

"Yep" He smiled.

"Well, I have all of these plants." I showed him a list.

Lewis gasped and smiled so big.

"I was joking but know I adore you even more"

I laughed.

"Could do arrange something for me?"

"Yeah, obviously. Just choose a couple of them"

"I like these three."

"Purple. A beautiful way to tell your friend they suck"

He giggled.

What I wasn't expecting was to find the very same bouquet I made in the studio only a few days later when I was picking Dan up for lunch.

Daniel looked at me with an arched eyebrow when I started laughing.

"So you did it?"

I was cry laughing when Lewis came out of his studio. HE laughed too.

"A fantastic job, Abigail"

"Thank you very much. And why does my idiot boyfriend deserve this meaningful bouquet?"

"Care to explain, Dan?"

Daniel was frowning and blushing, his arms crossed on his chest and that only made us laugh more.

"I keep arriving late because I'm to comfy with you in the mornings"

Fighting is normal in relationship but it makes the difference how you solve it.

I got a call. Another one. The day was exhausting.

"Charlotte's Garden, how can I help you?"

"Abi, love, it's me."

I sighed when I heard Daniel.

"Hi"

"Hey, are you coming for dinner? Mike..."

"Fuck. I forgot" I groaned and leaned on the counter.

"How is it? We told Michael..."

"I forgot, Dan. I forgot" I snapped.

"Wow. Hey, calm down. I was just asking"

I covered my eyes and sighed. Fucking shit.

"Come please, he has gone to the grocery store this morning and has been cooking. He is expecting you to be here when he comes back from work."

I bit down my lip to not sob. I still had some work to do on the shop. I had to leave things done for tomorrow. My muscles were sore and was exhausted. To Daniel and Michael's I still had a long drive across LA's traffic. And then tomorrow I would have to wake up earlier to be on time. And it was already the third night this week that I would spend at Danny's.

"Fine. See you" I hang the phone and sobbed.

When I arrived, I had a killing headache.

"Hey, what was that on the phone" He said after kissing my forehead.

"What?"

"You left me with the words hanging."

Daniel was tense, he had wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It was nothing."

I walked around him and left my things on the sofa.

"Is there something I can help with?" I asked trying to avoid the topic as much as I could.

"Talk to me. Why are you so cold?"

I looked at him and my eyes clouded with tears.

"Cold?"

"Yes. Cold" He crossed his arms.

"I'm not cold"

"You are. This is not my Abi" He said with a tiny smile that was only meant to make me feel calmer. It didn't. It was the last drop...

"This is you Abi! Your Abi is so fucking exhausted and has worked so much today. She has gone to 4 different house to fix rich people's disasters. To fix Karen's mess because her stupid chihuahua has been digging holes. It's not my fault, Karen! And your Abi has been working more hours than she should because half of the city had decided to propose, have babies or I don't even know what else. And I'm so fucking exhausted. I spent the whole day driving around the city. And my head is killing me, my back is killing me, I cut my finger only a little bit but it made me cry and the last thing I wanted to do was driving here and having to wake up earlier tomorrow to be on time at the shop because I don't know if by Saturday I'll even be able to get up from bed." I was panting and crying. I was feeling even more tired. "And don't ask why I didn't tell you. Don't ask. Because I didn't even have time. I came here yesterday and the day before and you were so happy telling me about that new project. I simply couldn't and..."

He cupped my cheeks and I gasped, feeling frozen because of the sudden move.

"Shh... I understand. I understand." His shooting tone made me close my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't see this. I'm really sorry I made you come here. And I'm sorry I didn't visited you more often at the shop this week."

"Hug me" I whimpered with a thin voice.

"Come here, babe"

Having told him all of that made me relax. Then he hugged me and I hugged him and everything was suddenly better.

"Up baby"

Daniel lifted me from the floor and I wrapped my legs around him.

"It's fine" He whispered as I cried on his neck. "it's fine, love"

I felt him sitting on the sofa and I sobbed harder when he covered me with a blanket I had crocheted for him.

"I'm so sorry. We will have dinner and go to sleep, and tomorrow I'm going with you to the shop and help you until I have to go to mine"

"No..."

"Not a question, love."

He threaded his fingers on my hair and hugged me tighter with his other arm. He was so warm, so welcoming. I felt calming down slowly and the soreness in my muscles disappearing a bit.

Then I heard the door opening but didn't had strength to lift my head.

"Hi... Oh. Is everything fine?"

I closed my eyes and just waited for Danny to speak. Pretending to be asleep for Michael was so much easier.

"I'm in idiot. Just that" He said playing with my hair. His voice sounded so low, I knew he was feeling horrible. I could picture his sad big brown eyes on my head.

Michael didn't say anything else but he patted Dan's back. I heard him walking away. Once I was sure Michael was on his bedroom, I sighed.

"You are not an idiot" I whispered. Daniel only hugged me tighter and kissed my shoulder.

"I love you so much"

"I love you too"

He cupped my cheek and made me look at him.

"What about a cool stay in date tomorrow night. You and me, your comfy sofa and tons of take out food"

I smiled and nodded.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

I kissed his lips.

"Can we order from Yuki's?"

"It's Pierre's restaurant too"

"We both know that Pierre hasn't touched a pan on his life"

He kissed my nose.

"That's true yeah"

Danny gets ill.

"Hey"

I looked up.

"Mike! How are you?"

I hugged him.

"I'm good" He showed me the bag he was carrying. "But..."

"Meds"

I frowned and took them.

"For the flu"

He nodded

"Why are you buying meds for the flu in Santa Monica?"

"Well."

I sighed.

"Danny"

He nodded.

"He is stubborn. I almost had to lock him in the house."

"Fucking shit. I told him to not swim the other night" I groaned.

"Oh, so that's it..."

"Yeah. We went to have a walk in the beach and he thought the best was to swim. And it's wasn't a warm night."

"He didn't want you to know"

I sighed.

"But don't get angry"

"I won't. Don't worry. I know he probably thinks tomorrow will be a new day"

"I'm sure it will not"

I chuckled.

"Thank you for telling me, I will go"

"Thanks Abi"

When I closed the shop and arrived to their home, Michael opened the door and sighed.

"I swear he is like a child"

When I walked inside the living room, he was sitting under a blanket and looking at the TV.

"Did your order the burgers I told you?"

"No, chicken soup." I said lifting the soup I had brought with me.

Daniel looked at me with big eyes and gasped.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, a little bird told me someone was ill and being stubborn as fuck so..."

"Michael..." He groaned.

"Sorry mate. I knew she would get you to have your meds"

I chuckled.

"I'll warm the soup." Michael said leaving and going to the kitchen.

I walked to Daniel and he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm fine. I'll be better tomorrow" His voice was so raspy and his eyes looked glassy. The tip of his nose was red and his lips were dry.

"You look like shit, honey" I sat next to him. "You won't be okay tomorrow if you don't have some meds."

"I'm telling you I'm..."

"Dan" I took his hand. "It's okay. You swam on the sea when I told you to not to and you are ill now. It's fine".

"You were dying to say that, weren't you?" He said smiling and leaning his head back on the couch.

I nodded giggling and leaned over him. Gently I pressed my lips on his forehead and frowned.

"You are burning, sweetheart" I said caressing his cheek.

"I feel like shit."

"Have those meds, please"

He said.

"Mike is a clever man"

I smiled and got up. Soon I was back. "This is for the fever and it will help with the headaches. And this one is for the cough."

He swallowed those pills and sighed.

"I'm hungry but my throat is killing me"

"That's why I brought the soup."

Dan, Mike and I ate together on the kitchen. Poor Daniel was weak and barely had stomach for half of the plate, but Michael said it was the first thing he ate since he had a coffee in the morning so I was pretty satisfied.

Then Daniel got up.

"I'm going back to the sofa for a bit" He pointed.

"Okay"

Michael and I cleaned everything.

"You won't be able to get into the bed though."

"No problem"

When I went back to the living room, Daniel was laying on the sofa, on his side and covered with a big fluffy blanket.

"How many teddy bears had to die to make that blanket?"

He chuckled.

"Any, it's faux teddy bear fur. Cruelty free".

I smiled.

"Do you want some cuddles?"

He nodded.

I jumped on the sofa with him and he nested on my chest, his body being trapped between mine and the back of the sofa.

"I like the sofa more than the bed. It feels so warm in here. The bed is so cold and lonely".

I caressed his curls and kissed his forehead. The temperature was lower, but he was still warm.

"Well, you won't be alone in the bed anymore"

"How much are you staying?"

"For as long as you need me"

He hid further under the blanket.

"You have to work"

"You cna always come home with me if you feel better enough."

I felt his smile.

"Charlotte is a wonderful nurse"

"Okay..."

I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers over his black curls.

"Rest for a bit, honey" I whispered and closed my eyes too.

Danny learns the art of plants.

Some weeks were more busy than other. This one, after some influencer's video came out, half of the city wanted to fill their houses with pothos and other similar plants to make it look like the jungle.

"Like this?"

"Press your hand around it a bit more" I said guiding Danny's hands on the soil.

He was quick learning and while Charlotte attended the shop, we were working at the back.

"Okay"

I kissed his shoulder and walked away to get more pots.

"Baby"

"Mhm"

"How does a Zamioculca zamiifolia looks like?"

"Many leaves! It's tagged as ZZ plant"

I was so nice to have him around. He was good at it, he loved to play music loud and dance around as he did what I told him to.

"Here it is!"

I looked at him. He was repoting the plant so carefully. He respected my work and understood that he was a helping hand, but the care he was putting on this was perfect. He hadn't broken a single branch.

"I can feel you watching"

I smiled.

"I just love this" I walked to him and grabbed his hips. "I love having you here"

His hands were dirty and he had taken his rings off.

"You know that I love helping"

I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

"Hey! Love birds! There is lot of work!"

"Sorry, Auntie" Daniel said but reached to grab my ass anyway.

"Dan!"

"Only a kiss"

And I couldn't resist. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly.

Period cramps and other problems.

I woke up already feeling like shit and that Sunday morning wasn't different. After a coffee and a chocolate croissant, I sat on the sofa for too long and did too little. But I didn't have the energy for more.

The door rang almost at lunchtime.

"Hey, love" Daniel kissed my forehead and walked through the apartment with bags. "I brought food"

I sighed. I really loved him. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. But he had too much energy. I already felt overwhelmed. I knew he was hyperactive because he spent the morning with his friends and the bikes.

"Hey! Are you coming? I'm hungry as hell"

"Yeah, yeah."

I walked to the kitchen and he was already setting the food on the table.

"You have to come the next time. Corey took the best photos. It was so cool. There is this hill close to the beach where we always go. It's so beautiful. I will take you one day"

I nodded and walked past him to take the glasses from the cabinet

"Even Blake came." He added. "And well, we forgot to bring some snacks or something. Michael had energy ars for everyone. He had like a thousand. We were literally a group of kids cycling big bikes"

I nodded again and opened the fridge to take some water. Daniel shut up and I turned around a bit weirded out. He was blushing and looking through the window. He was fidgeting with his fingers. I frowned and stayed there in silence too. He shot a quick look and cleared his throat.

"What?" I asked.

"What? Nothing" He bit his lip nervously.

"Nothing?"

"Mhm"

"Are you sure? Because you were talking like a kid high on caffeine and now you are quiet."

Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat.

"A-are you on your period?"

I blushed even more than him.

"Yes"

"O-okay. T-there is a stain..."

I gasped and blushed harder. My face was burning.

"What?"

"Yeah. On your... ass"

"Oh no" MY only reaction was to run from the kitchen and hide in my room. The relationship felt too new for this. I knew it was stupid but I hadn't gotten good experiences before. I have been told it was disgusting.

I changed and thought about hiding until he got tired and left. But then I thought about what Jennifer would tell me and opened the door slowly. He was on his phone texting with someone.

I didn`t say anything, but he noticed me instantly.

"Hey, are you okay?" He awkwardly said.

"Um... yeah. Sorry. A little too much flow today. But don't worry. I'm gross. Why am I telling you this?" I was too nervous and couldn't stop talking.

He smiled a bit and got up. Daniel surprised me with a hug. "It's not gross, love" He kissed my forehead and then started giving me kisses all over my face. "How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed" I confessed in a whisper.

"Okay. I think that can be my fault. I was weird before. I didn't know how to tell you"

I bit my lip.

"You don't think it's gross, do you?"

"Nop"

"Oh"

He smiled and cupped my face. "Let's have lunch and then rest a bit, okay?"

Daniel and I had lunch in the kitchen, and somehow he was so helping, he brought me my meds, he made me eat something he knew that was good, made a tea and asked if I had heating pads. All of it, checking his phone every few minutes.

I was laying on the sofa, having really bad cramps and not feeling like talking when he appeared.

"Hey, I know about this stretching that is super good for the pain. You have to..." He checked the phone "Lean forwards and..."

"Daniel"

"Yes. And I'm thinking. Do you need pads? Tampons? Or do you use... a... menstrual cup?" He was reading on his phone.

"What the fuck are you doing, Daniel?"

"What?"

"Why are you on your phone?"

He blushed and hid it behind his back.

"Nothing."

"Daniel"

"I asked for help"

"What?"

"Yeah, I texted my friend Natalie really quick for a couple of tips... and..."

I giggled. I felt something weird on my chest. Like this strange happiness growing so fast in contrast with the bad mood, the cramps put me in.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You are the cutest, Daniel" I smiled and opened my arms.

"Am I?"

"Yes. And I appreciate all of it" I took a breath. "That's not what I need right now"

"No? Natalie said this could happen, everyone is different and..."

"I want cuddles. And maybe that heating pad"

He smiled proud of himself.

"I can give you that"

Ten minutes later, I was getting comfortable on the sofa with him, hidden under a blanket and with Daniel spooning me. His hand was keeping the pad in place while his other arm worked as my pillow.

"Hey" I said.

"Mhm"

"Thank you very much. I was really irritated when you came, but this is perfect."

He kissed my cheek and brushed his nose over the side of my face. "Are you feeling better?"

"I am"

"No cramps?"

"They are there, but now I'm relaxed."

"I'm glad to hear that"

Sometimes being there is enough.

Burnout. That's what I saw when I opened the door. As on many other days, when my shift at the shop ended, I drove to Ham&Avo, finding Lewis doing the numbers for the day and Roscoe patiently waiting for his dad to finish his work. He had told me to go upstairs and there, I had found Daniel in front of a big piece of paper, headphones on and a quite dark drawing in the making. His shoulders were tense and he had bags under his eyes. He had told me about this project days ago. The appointment was in a few weeks but the client was someone important that had also gotten other tattoos with them. It was big and would cost a few hundred, so it had to be perfect.

Daniel looked so tired, sore and stressed. He groaned and his head fell down. I walked closer and slowly reached my hands forward. He relaxed the moment they fell on his shoulders and he leaned back on my body. I leaned and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and turned his face, but didn't say anything. I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes again.

Knowing which was the most sensitive spot, I kneaded my fingers on the knot his shoulder's muscles had. He groaned and reached back. His hand carefully caressed my shin as a thank you.

I don't know how much time we spent like that, but at some point, I thought he had fallen asleep. Pushing the headphones off his ear, I whispered his name.

"mhm"

I kissed his cheek.

"How about a break?"

He shook his head. "I have to work for a bit more"

I sighed.

"Okay"

"Are you staying?"

He looked at me with those big brown eyes.

"Of course"

"Thank you"

So I sat there with him and observed, smiled when he pull his things closer to me and opened my arms for him when he groaned frustrated and let himself fall with me.

Daniel cuddled with me but kept his eyes on the drawing.

"Do you think it's good?"

"I do. It's dark, but it's amazing" I said admiring his art. His ink-stained fingers moved between mine.

"I want her to like it" He said. "This is the biggest piece she has. She is like an expert on this. And she chose me over Lewis."

I wrapped my arms tighter around his body and he threaded his legs with mine.

"I'm sure she will love it. Plus, she is an expert, she chose you over Lewis because she knew you would be a better option. This piece suits your style so much. It's perfect"

I ran my thumb over his piece.

"I couldn't do it without you"

I smiled and kissed his lips.

"I do nothing"

"You are here"

I closed my eyes and switched my position to be even closer to him.

"You are also there for me"

We locked eyes.

"I think that's wonderful" I said. "To have someone for you the same way you are there for them"

"I think it's amazing."

A pet.

"Did you see that?" I said as we drove past some bins in the streets. It was late and we were coming back from Blake's flat.

"No, what?"

"Stop"

"Why?"

"I saw something"

He stopped the car on one side of the street and I opened the door. "Where are you going?"

Daniel obviously followed me running down the street. And there just where I had seen it, a box moving.

"What is that? Racoons?"

"I don't think so" I knelt and opened the box. Inside, a pair of big blue eyes looked at me.

"Oh shit" Daniel fell on the floor with me.

"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here alone?" I took the little cat in my hands and pulled it closer to my chest. It was orange and had a shorter tail. It meawed desperately.

"Maybe it lives here. We should wait to see if the mum appears" I hopefully said.

So we did. We sat on the floor with the cat for too long. It was two a.a. and the mum hadn't appeared yet.

"I think someone dropped it here" Daniel said with a sigh.

I looked at the cat sleeping on my lap and then at my boyfriend.

"Why would they?" I said pouting. The cat was so small and cute.

Daniel hugged my shoulders.

"Because they are a bunch of cunts." He whispered and touched its little head.

I looked at him.

"I can't go and leave it here"

"I know" He said smiling. "Let's go then. We will find a 24h vet"

A smile grew on my face. "Really?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

An hour later, we walked out of the vet with a bag of bottles and powder for the baby. We had learnt it was a boy and was only a few weeks old. He had gotten a little medicine because the vet suspected he had been alone for longer than he should have. She said the kitten was lucky.

"How are you naming the little boy?" Dan asked once we climbed the stairs in my flat.

"I don't know..."

He touched the cat's name.

"Maple" He said.

I smiled.

"I love it"

"Yeah?"

I smiled and nodded. He kissed my lips.

"Welcome home, Maple" I said.

The kitten was sleeping on the middle of the bed once I got to bed.

"Is he sleeping there?"

"He needs heat"

"The vet said you could use a heating pad"

"Maple has been alone in the streets, he is not sleeping with a heating pad."

Daniel sighed and laid on the bed.

"I'm not a cat person"

I gasped and looked at him.

"Why didn't you..."

"Shh. Because you are. And I can take it for as long the little guy don't scratch me or something"

I looked down at Maple and then at Daniel.

"I will raise my kid well"

"I know you will. Plus. The cat suits your aura. What is a plant shop without a cat?"

I giggled.

"Charlotte will freak out"

"Doesn't she like cats?"

"She loves them"

This contains a spoiler so open it under your own judgment. We have much more cuteness coming so soon.

Thank you very much for the suggestions, ladies (gn). I didn't answer to not make spoiler to everyone, but I loved them.

Next part: To feel loved.

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pia-writes-things · 11 months

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @viciousland, tysm (and sorry for answering so late)

Are you named after anyone? My first given name, no, but the second and third one are my great-grand-mothers' <3

When was the last time you cried? Crying as in sobbing and having tears going down my cheeks, it's been forever (like almost a year I think?). Crying as in tearing up and having one tear dropping down, it's been 2 days, during my mini 11pm breakdown because I'm sad that my year in Medellín is over and I miss my friends from there

Do you have kids? Nope, and I'm not sure I want some tbh

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don't think so ? I use it sometimes, especially with my parents and sisters, but I'm clearly not the most sarcastic person

What sports do you play/have played? Oh ! I have done a lot of different sports in my life ! Never been good at it but, well, it was just for fun. I danced, ran, climbed, played futsal and handball. Lately I've been a potato couch but I hope I'll be able to find a climbing room in September to start climbing again because I miss it SO MUCH

What's the first thing you notice about people? Uh... No idea tbh ? When thinking about it, I have eyes, smile and height that pop into my head, but I guess it's just their general vibe really? Like, do they seem nice?

What's your eye color? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? I mean, a scary movie can have a happy ending ? So, like, it's not really a A or B situation here. But I don't really like scary movies, so I guess happy endings

Any special talents? Uh, I don't know ? I know I cook pretty well, but I've been trained by my parents and my grand-mothers so it's more of a family thing. And I know I write well (according to my philosophy teacher and my friends) but again, I've been trained by school and fandoms on this one, we all write well 🧡

Where were you born? In Lyon's region ! Best city in my (very) biased opinion <3

What are your hobbies? Uh, lots of things or nothing depending how you look at it: watching TV series, reading, writing, cooking, baking, going to the cinema, ...

Do you have pets? I do (or, it's my family's, rather but still)! She's a grey and white cat named Tartine <3

How tall are you? 1,58m

Favorite subject in school? French (Literature), History and Economic and Social Sciences

Dream job? Publisher in a publishing house focused on Social Sciences books (Les Editions du Seuil ou La Martnière pour être très précise) or on kids and Young Adult books (Gallimard Jeunesse ou Rageot)

Thank you so much for the tag, that was so fun !

I'm tagging : @earanie, @hemerae-ramblings, @moon-arts02, @ehalatp, @sapphictea, @a-very-fluffy-luce, @cria-do-118, @riiversndroads, @maikanna, @elwenn-dreaming, @blatterpussbunnyfromhell, @sloubs, @dark-manticore, @theydoctor, @cecret-with-a-c

No pressure of course, you're just all people I'd like to know (even) better <3

#tag game #pia's oversharing #viciousland

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Howdy. I would like to request for the song "La Belle Fluer Sausage" with sweet Edward Nashton. I'm feeling fuzzy and want some birthday love I'm not good at coming up with NSFW ideas. I trust your creativity.💕

Author’s Note | oh, goodness, I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out on your actual birthday!! regardless, I hope your cake was enjoyable and I hope that this is enjoyable as well! thank you so much for the support and lovely words!! take care of yourself, hon!

Warnings | smut (MDNI), somnophilia, thigh-riding, nothing else I can think of!

You cling to him in the dead of night. Edward likes it that way; likes the stark vulnerability in how you depend on him for comfort. He's a provider, a safehouse, a crackling hearth that you soak up all the heat from. A heat that he can feel, wet on the top of his thigh. When it had slotted his leg between yours, he had no clue. It probably hadn't been intentional. Just another consequence of you needing every bit of him intertwined with every bit of you.

He also likes the way you whimper and steadily--almost imperceptibly--rut against him. God, he can listen to that beautiful strangled sound for eternity. He can bear the aching bulge that grows with every second that you use him, if only he gets to hear your small sobs of pleasure again. For a second, he wonders if it would even be possible for you to finish like this; half asleep and adhered to his chest.

Then comes the looming guilt. The shame and disgust that makes him chastise himself: You shouldn't be enjoying this, you freak. You're so exposed like this; he should know better.

"Sweetheart, wake up," Edward rubs your back hesitantly, hoping he doesn't have to touch you more than he already is. Suddenly, his skin feels all wrong. Grimy and sticky and hot and revolting; so much so that it takes everything in him to stop himself from tearing it all off. To wrap you up in the sheet of his sinful flesh and discard it along with the rotten thoughts running through his mind.

But you hardly stir, save for a small, "Hmhmm," as you stay lost in dreamland.

Firmer now, he pleads once more, "Y/N, please, wake up." And this time your eyes flutter open.

It takes a second for you to regain some of your senses, swallowed entirely by Eddie's warmth. And you mutter, "What time is it?"

Taking a quick glance at the bedside alarm clock, he whispers the analog digits, "3:47."

You groan heavily, "Eddiiiie...go back to sleep. It's too early."

He swallows hard. "I-I can't..."

Your eyes open a little wider, "Nightmare?" It wouldn't be too out of the ordinary for him to be plagued by old traumas; to need some sort of comfort from the memories. Perhaps a few lingering kisses or a kind hand holding him to you and a whispered promise that you're never going to leave him.

But maybe this is more nerve wracking. More embarrassing as he stammers and searches for some way to politely bring your attention to what you'd been doing. Until you finally feel it.

That ache of your clit as his covered thigh wavers barely a centimeter from it. You feel the pool of wetness there as you shift ever so slightly.

"Oh," you manage vaguely. Your breath hitches in a way you kind of hate. Because your first instinct is to keep going. To keep building up whatever pleasure your sleep-induced hunger had started. But you think about Eddie instead. You ask, "Can I...can I keep going? Please?"

His nerves subside slightly. He nods before quickly realizing you'll probably need to hear him.

"Go ahead."

You don't wait a second longer before you resume humping his leg, feeling the arousal rekindle almost immediately. It's easy for the flood to rush in when you're overwhelmed by him. But the smell of his musk of his perspiration and the stifling heat that makes you sweat, along with the calloused pads of his fingers gripping your own thighs, encouraging you to grind deeper on the material of his sweatpants.

He doesn't even need to try. Doesn't need to pull out his cock or use his hands or get on his knees. And yet you cum on him. Using him as your toy, you shudder and ball up the back of his damp t-shirt in your fists as your eyes clench closed. With your ruts being intentional, Eddie doesn't hesitate to pull you closer to him. So close that he can convince himself he feels your release too. The tension builds into a teeth-gritting crescendo and then dissolves all at once into a fuzzy euphoria that leaves you humming dumbly.

Never mind his own arousal. He knows he's fulfilled his purpose as you slowly drift back off to sleep. Besides, you're so limp that he'd only feel guilty all over again making you stay awake to take care of him. With you thanking him tiredly and the comforting patch of pleasure blooming across the fabric covering his knees, Edward kisses your hair and smiles, falling back asleep beside you.

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moinsbienquekaworu · 1 year

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Kylux in French!!! S'il vous plaît!!!

(Hi hello ily my brain isn't working cause i spent the morning gardening i love seeing you in my tags youre so cool ily have a lovely evening <3)

Kylux in french for my beloved <3

It's a very short list of like, 5 fics and 2 authors, but they're good fics and good authors!

The author is going to be jesuisbetejesuispatissiere, here on tumblr under the same username (I don't know if I should tag them or not?), especially two fics:

• La Guerre des Étoilés (110k, 10 chapters)

Le Général Hux est mécontent. Il a un concours de cuisine à gagner contre la brigade de la Petite Résistance mais il doit aussi gérer les sautes d'humeur de son propre coéquipier, Kylo Ren, descendant d'une longue lignée de cuisiniers mythiques. Du Kylux, un soupçon de Luke Skywalker/Wedge Antilles et peut-être un poil de Stormpilot sur le long terme.

-> The fic that fanart made me think of! The author was publishing a translation in english here, it hasn't been updated in 2019 and it only goes up to chapter 6 but since you're reading in french 👀 personally I thought it might not hold up to my current tastes but I reread it like a year ago and it really did! It's great, I love it. The puns are funny, it feels like watching a cooking contest but you also get UST on top, impeccable.

• the En ton nom series, Ben & Sheev (210k & 23 chapters, 198k & 16 chapters)

Le fraîchement promu Général Hux se fait enlever par la Résistance. Enfermé dans une cellule, le seul visage qu'il voit au quotidien est celui de l'homme chargé de l'interroger, un Jedi nommé Ben.

Après avoir fui la Résistance en compagnie de Hux, Ben rejoint le Premier Ordre sous le nom que lui a donné le Leader Suprême Snoke : Kylo Ren.

-> It has been almost 5 whole years since I first read this fic and I'm still mentally ill about it (mostly in a good way). It predates Armitage as a first name for Hux and the ending absolutely destroyed me. I read it during the holidays at like a lunch with family and I was just sobbing in a corner of the room because of these two and I do not regret looking like an idiot in that moment because the emotional Moment was worth it. Absolute masterpiece. If you finish it come tell me about it even if it takes you years because that ending... listen I love the fic so very much but I won't lie that dot dot dot is (derogatory). The emotional wreckage of it was not satisfying to teen me but I'm still thinking about it with minimal prompting 5 years later and that's how you can tell the author did a great job. To be clear this is a cherished memory even if I wasn't crying with joy. There's also an english translation being worked on by im_your_hope!

• I also have good memories of L'autre con, but it's been years so they're just vague memories. It was written as a prompt fill for a fic starting with "Y'a encore l'autre con dans ma chambre", like Y'a encore l'autre con dans my chambre by Hermineuh! (that's uh, "that other dumbass is in my room again") And speaking of Hermineuh...

• Dites-le avec des fleurs by Hermineuh (30k, 6 chapters)

Hux a un secret. Rien d'extravagant ni de malsain, fort heureusement. Juste une petite passion qu'il s'est découverte il y a peu et qu'il compte bien garder pour lui. Ce serait tellement dommage si le Maître des Chevaliers de Ren venait à le découvrir. Vraiment dommage…

-> This right here is my first Kylux fic ever. I read it just after watching episode 7 (I think? or 8?) in bed when I should've been asleep. I was scrolling of FFnet trying to find something interesting, this seemed a safe bet, and then BAM surprise Kylux, and now look at me. Thank you Hermineuh for single-handedly selling me on the ship. This fic changed my life and also it's good!

Okay that's it, the only fandom I have french recs left for is probably Johnlock now haha. Hope you enjoys these!

#kissing you kissing you kissing you btw i love you too and i hope you have a great rest of the afternoon!!!#<3 <3 <3 #i should make a recs tag lol i keep reccing you fics :'))#wow i have an asks tag now #star wars #kylux #fandom nerdery

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wanderingdarlingblog · 2 years

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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4: "Our Little Secret..."

Summary: What do you get when you cross a sexually frustrated lass with a size kink and a six-foot-five Scotsman with an instant mutual attraction to his old friend's little sister..?

That's right. You get some bomb sex.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY, MDNI), discussions of previous relationships, hints of possible abuse but nothing is exclusively mentioned, Baron continuing to be an ass but only for a minute, cursing, slight exhibitionism (?), hair pulling, hickeys, some good fucking, oral (f receiving), use of a condom (for once), Drew being a smirking devilish gentleman, honorifics (sir), nicknames (little one, princess, lass, lassie, love, dove(?), good girl), praise kink, size kink, a smidge of manhandling.

A/N: I FUCKING DID IT. I haven't written smut in a MINUTE so if this is a little rusty, I apologize. The more I write it, the better I'll get, and trust me this is just the beginning 😏 as always, thank you for the love on this story, I love writing it and it makes it just that much better that others enjoy it too. Feedback is encouraged and always welcome on my page! I want to know what y'all think, I love hearing from everyone. If you're enjoying this series and want to be added to a the taglist, let me know! Love you guys!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4.5

August 22, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

To anyone looking from the outside, Michelle's face was blank as she stared at the ice in her glass in front of her. In her head, however, Michelle was drowning in memories that she had long ago buried. Memories she wanted to forget and reminders of a person she never wanted to be again, and here walks in a materialized man of all her past regrets.

"Micky, you good?" Rhea asked from across the table.

"Yeah, I just need a refill. I'll be right back. Anyone else need a refill?" Michelle asked as she pushed herself to her feet.

Dani wanted another Long Island, but the rest of the table was fine. She started walking back to the bar. She slid into the booth and ordered, feeling a sob bubbling in her chest but she pushed it down.

How could she be so stupid? Of course he would be here, but she did not think in a million years he would remember her.

"Hey-"

The voice made her yelp, surprised by the sudden touch on the small of her back. She sighed when she saw it was only Drew.

"You alright?" Drew leaned against the bar, his brows knit with concern.

"Yeah," Michelle nodded with a sniff, her nose ticklish from being on the verge of tears.

She delicately twisted her nose piercing and rubbed her nose as lady-like as she possibly could.

"He's just an old fling, if you could even call it that. I guess I was just hoping he wouldn't recognize me."

"You and Corbin?" Drew smiled softly, trying not to sound too accusatory, but he was a little shocked. "That's a little bit of a strange pairing."

"What?" Michelle laughed a little with raised eyebrows. "You can't see it?"

"No." Drew spoke without hesitation and shook his head. Michelle laughed a little harder at his reaction, which made Drew grin. "You have such a lovely smile. It's so bright."

"Thank you, you're too sweet." Michelle's attention diverted for a moment as the bartender slid over her glass, which she quickly took a long sip.

"How did you and Baron meet?" Drew asked as he sipped on his pint.

Michelle tried not to choke on her drink and played it off as a little cough. She thought for a short moment, picking her words carefully. As she was thinking, she thought back to that night, images flashing in her mind.

Booming music. His stare was etched into her memory. His touch lit her skin on fire, his cologne smelled expensive. She remembers how his denim jeans felt on her bare thighs.

"We met at a club in New Jersey one night, like, five or six years ago." Michelle offered a smile, hoping that would be enough for him to not press much further than that.

"Were you together long?"

Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see Baron walking back to the table, already looking at her. After short eye contact, he looked away.

Neck kisses. Hickyes. He had a bruising grip that made her feel some type of way. She remembers how he'd tug her hair to make him look him in the eyes, how the cold metal of his rings felt pressed gently around her neck. Her nails dragging down his back. Beds creaking. Same motel, different nights.

"Not particularly. We weren't exclusive." Michelle said quietly as she looked back at her drink and stirred it with her straw.

Drew glanced back at the table, noticed Baron's return and leaned in close before speaking.

"What happened? I seemed to walk into a heated argument earlier. Bad break up?"

She was yelling. He was banging his huge fists on the kitchen table. Holes punched in her walls. Doors slamming shut.

"Ohhh yeah, it was pretty bad." Michelle's laugh had a morose undertone. "Thought I would see the last of him after that though. My mistake."

"Did you not know who he was?" Drew chuckled.

"Not at the time." Michelle sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned on the bar. "I didn't find out until his main roster debut that he was a wrestler. We didn't really do a lot of 'getting to know you' during our time together. It never came up."

"That's unlucky." Drew's laugh boomed, which helped Michelle laugh a little at the fucked up situation. "Was the sex good, at least?"

Michelle shrugged, which only made Drew laugh more.

"What?!" Michelle giggled at Drew, who was leaning over the bar on his forearms and his head was hung, trying to stifle his laughter. "I don't know, it was alright I guess. I've had better since. I think I just liked that he was so...so big I guess? Wait no, I mean...fuck-"

She started to stutter when Drew raised his eyebrows at her.

"I mean he's so tall. I meant to say tall. He had something about him that told me he could...toss me around a bit." Michelle chuckled a blush dusting her cheeks.

"Sure, lass." Drew smiled and stood up straight and took a few sips of his beer.

He put his glass down and scooted his stool closer so when he sat, he bumped her shoulder.

"So you like big guys?"

Michelle ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip and shook her head, debating whether or not she should even entertain the question.

"Yeah." She admitted begrudgingly with a blush dusting her cheeks.

"And toss you around?" Drew sounded deep in thought. "You like getting manhandled, huh?"

"Oh yeah, you would love to know, wouldn't you?" Michelle beamed, a playful twinkle in her eye and a sarcastic tone in her voice. The two shared a laugh.

"I would, actually." Drew chuckled and gave Michelle a look that made her heart pound in her chest. "Why do you look so surprised? You told me I had to 'find out for myself'. Did you already forget?"

No, she did not forget.

Michelle glanced back at the table. The group had thinned out. Annie and Matt had left, leaving Baron, Randy, Dani, Damien, and Rhea. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek and her knee bounced, temptation getting the best of her. She grabbed her phone and opened up her messages with Darcy.

"Heading to my room now, love you."

"It's getting pretty late," Michelle smirked, hopped off her stool and took a step back. "Wanna head to my room for a nightcap?"

Drew beamed and got to his feet. He tossed a few bills on the bar, gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the exit.

"After you, princess."

The pair quietly stepped into an elevator when Michelle's phone dinged.

"Dani: Where're you going! My Long Island!! :("

"Something came up, I'm calling it a night. See you in the morning."

After hitting send, she powered off her phone entirely and hit button "15" to get to her floor.

"Your girls wondering where you wandered off to?" Drew's voice made her heart skip a little when he broke their silence. She leaned her back against the adjacent wall and laughed.

"I think Dani has separation issues." Michelle rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Can't go anywhere unless she knows. You can imagine how pissed she was when I debuted tonight. Gave me so much shit for not telling her. But..."

Michelle reached out and hooked her index fingers around the band of his jeans and gave him a tug forward. He took a few steps closer until he put his hands on either side of her head and was towering over her.

"I think she can survive if I sneak off for one night. Don't you think?"

Drew watched Michelle carefully as she grazed her fingers across his belt, moved up his chest and started playing with the top button on his shirt. She could feel his muscles tighten under her touch. He licked his lips and let out a small breath he did not realize had been holding.

"How buzzed are you?"

"Sober enough to know what I want," she popped the button that she was fiddling with and dragged her fingers to the next down. "Buzzed enough to actually do it."

Drew's chuckle died in his throat when she popped another button and peeked at his broad chest underneath the navy fabric.

"We're still in the elevator, love." Drew pointed out, sounding a little wary.

"I know." Michelle smirked, keeping eye contact while she traced the metal of his belt buckle and started to pull the end of the belt loose from the belt loops.

"Somebody's impatient." Drew raised an eyebrow at her with a coy smile and glanced at the floor number they were on, which was 13. Michelle unbuckled the belt so it was hanging open on his hips.

"You gonna do something about it, stud?" Michelle's voice was breathy as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ding.

Before their lips could meet, Michelle ducked under his arms and walked out of the elevator. She still had her hand wrapped around Drew's belt, which she pulled from his hips as she walked away from him. Drew's gaze darkened as he followed, watching her hips sway. Michelle reached behind her head and she unclasped her claw clip in her hair and let her red waves fall.

Drew and Michelle reached her hotel room. When she searched her wallet and grabbed her hotel keycard, Drew grabbed the card from her hand, making her spin around with a surprised look on her face. Drew slipped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. His free hand softly held her jaw in place while he pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

Michelle hummed happily into the kiss and closed her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck, fighting back a smile. To her left, Drew's arm momentarily left the small of her back. She heard a beep and a click. Drew opened the door, grabbed her waist with both hands and hoisted her in the air. Michelle squealed, wrapped her legs around his hips, and grabbed on for dear life as he entered her room.

"I've got ya." Drew chuckled as he kicked her door shut, Michelle threw everything in her hands down to the floor, and she kicked off her heels.

He started peppering kisses on any open skin he could get to while he walked to her bed. Her neck, her shoulder, her chest. He slowly loosened his grip so she slid down his body and she was back on her feet. He took her hand, squeezed it and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened his legs so she could stand between them.

"How do you want things to go tonight?" He asked quietly while his thumb rubbed over her knuckles.

Michelle took his hand and placed it on her hip while she brushed fly-away hair out of his face.

"Such a gentleman." She smiled as she climbed into his lap.

He welcomed her into his space and wrapped her in a firm embrace. She traced his jaw and bit her lip.

"I love a gentleman, but I don't need that tonight."

"What do you need? Because I can treat you like a princess in here if you asked." Drew's eyes wandered her figure as he spoke.

His finger's danced on the strap of her dress as he pulled it down so it hung off her shoulder. He gave a peck on her collarbone and looked up at her with those big baby-blues of his.

"What if I told you I wanted to walk funny to my gate at the airport tomorrow?" Michelle's voice was small, she was worried about how he was going to respond to her request.

Her heart skipped a beat and as his face changed from soft and sweet to a devilish grin. He grabbed hold of her hips and back and flipped her on her back and stood over her. She squeaked and laughed a little as she made contact with the sheets.

"All you had to do was ask." His rough hands slowly rubbed up her thighs and pushed the fabric of her dress up her body until it bunched up at her waist. He stared at her lacy black thong and licked his lips. "Would you prefer a safe word? Or colors?"

Michelle's heart swelled a little at the thoughtfulness, but blushed at the thoughts of what was going to happen next.

"Colors." Michelle decided as she sat up on her elbows.

"What's the color right now?" Drew asked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of her panties, pulled back, and snapped it against her hip.

"Green."

"Good girl. How about now?" Drew fell to his knees and pulled her thong down her legs.

He slowly opened her legs, kneading the flesh of her soft thighs along the way. He gazed at her pussy like a starved man. He swallowed and licked his lips, his gaze shifting to Michelle, waiting for her answer.

"Green..." Michelle's breathing was a little heavier out of anticipation, and Drew was enjoying watching her sweat. He smiled and nodded.

"Good girl." With that, he dove into her core.

Michelle let out a sigh and lulled her head back as his tongue licked a long stripe up to her clit. He kitten licked her clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving a gentle suck, which made Michelle let out a high pitched sigh. She placed one of her hands on the back of his head and weaved her fingers in his dark hair.

"You want more?" Drew's voice sent vibrations and pleasurable tingles up her spine.

"Yes." Michelle keened, which just made Drew smirk.

"Beg for it, then." Drew pushed her legs open even further and continued to devourer her.

"Use your fingers? Please, Drew." Michelle moaned and gripped his hair a little tighter as he gave her clit a particularly hash suck. He slapped the inside of her thigh, which made Michelle yelp as the slap echoed in the room and made her skin sting and throb.

"Try again." Drew's voice was even and confident while he made direct eye contact with Michelle as he slipped his tongue into her cunt. While his tongue was working her core, his thumb came up and continued to rub tight circles on her bud. She collapsed, laying flat on her back.

"Please sir? Please use your fingers and stretch me out, I need it so bad." Michelle whined.

"That's better." Drew smiled and slipped two fingers into her dripping core. Michelle gasped and smiled when he slowly started to pump his fingers in and out.

"Color?"

"So fucking green." Michelle's laugh was cut off by a gasp when his fingers found that spot that made her toes curl. Drew's eyebrows flew up and her grinned.

"Right there?" Drew laughed a little as he hit the spot again and Michelle's hips rolled against his hand.

He started to finger her a little faster while he latched his lips back onto her clit, which made Michelle's hips buck off of the mattress, but Drew's arm pinned her back down and continued his assault. His pace slowed for a moment, just for him to add a third finger, making Michelle cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck Drew, just like that!" Michelle's voice was strained as she felt herself clenching harder and harder around his finger.

"You close? You gonna come for me, love?" Drew panted as he went back to sucking and licking Michelle's sensitive nerves.

Before she could properly string the words together to give him an answer, her eyes squeezed shut and a chill ran up her spine as she came. Drew was grinning like a cat as he helped her ride out her orgasm, slowly coming to a stop and slipping his soaked fingers from her. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his fingers clean with a hum.

"So delicious," Drew grinned as he started to unbutton the last few buttons that Michelle did not get and shrugged it off his shoulders. "Do you have a condom, little one?"

"It's in that bag over there, I think." Michelle muttered softly as she waved her hand behind her in the general direction of the bag, still blissed out from her orgasm.

Drew chuckled at his handiwork and disappeared out of Michelle's sight. She giggled softly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not bad, Scottish Warrior."

"Aye, if you liked that, you're in for a treat." Drew spoke through his teeth as ripped open the condom wrapper.

She heard the rubber being pulled and rolled, and then he was back in front of her line of sight. She sat up a little and her eyes widened at the sight of Drew's dick for the first time. It was definitely bigger than she had expected, big enough to make her blush even more than she already was. Drew arched a brow and smiled a little, probably proud of her surprise at his size.

"Are you alright little one?"

"Yeah, I'm fantastic," Michelle laughed, making Drew laugh as well. It was standing at attention with an occasional throb. "Just go slow at first..."

"Of course, love." Drew nodded and climbed onto the bed.

He grabbed both of her ankles and yanked her to the middle of the bed, which made them both giggle. He pulled her to a sitting position in front of him, grabbed her dress that had ridden up and pulled it over her head. He cupped her face and pulled her in for a searing kiss while he reached around and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off her shoulders as they broke apart. He reached up and tweaked her hardening nipple, making Michelle whimper, which made him smile

"I love how responsive you are." Drew shook his head in admiration as he pushed her down gently on her back and rested on his haunches.

He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulled her hips up so they wrested in his lap, ran his hands from the top of the back of her thighs to the back of her knees and pushed her legs as far up as she could stretch. She was completely open to him.

"Color?" Drew took a deep breath and glanced up at Michelle's face, whose brain was buzzing at the idea of him filling her up.

"Green-ah!" Michelle started, but was cut off by her own moans as he pushed the head of his cock past her folds. "Fuck..."

"That's it," Drew's praise had her pussy clench around his cock, which made Drew curse under his breath. "taking me so well."

Soon, he bottomed out and the pair both let out a groan. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The stretch Michelle was feeling could only be described as delicious. Her nails dug into his thighs while her back arched off the bed.

"You can go faster..." Michelle sighed, her half-lidded coffee brown eyes meeting his.

He smirked and shook his head as he continued to piston his hips at a slow and deliberate pace. He leaned forward so he was pushing her legs even further back, bottomed out and started grinding his pelvis into hers, rubbing her clit and g-spot as a result. She cried out and he pressed his lips to her neck.

"I thought you wanted me to start slow." He teased and started to suck a hickey on her neck. Michelle was panting in the new position, desperate to grab ahold of something. One of her hands settled on his bicep while the other grabbed hold of the back of his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

"Fuck me silly." She said with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips.

Drew laughed and sat up straight, pausing his thrusts for a moment to readjust.

"As you wish." He secured his tree trunk arms around her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders and started fucking into Michelle's core like a jackhammer. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Michelle's whines and moans echoed off the walls. The pair were being a little louder than they thought, since the person they shared a wall with started banging on the wall, trying to tell them to quiet down. (They did not).

"Right there! Just like that, shit..." Michelle alternated from fisting the sheets to trying to grab at Drew for support as he pounded into her at a relentless pace.

Drew's hand reached around her thigh and started rubbing harsh, messy circles on her clit, desperately trying to bring her to a high one more time.

"Fuck!" Michelle squeaked and screwed her eyes shut. "I'm so close."

"I'm right there with you, lass, come on." Drew's pace sped up just enough to make Michelle's breath hitch in her chest. "Give it to me, squeeze my cock."

Drew watched Michelle come undone under him. Her breasts bouncing, her chest heaving and panting, her head rolling back into the pillow. It was all enough to send him over the edge with her.

The two stayed connected for a few moments after the peak of both their highs, gasping for air. Eventually, Drew slowly brought Michelle's legs back down to be horizontal with the mattress. Then, he slowly slipped out of her with a pop. She hissed at the stretch and the emptiness, which made him smile a little.

"Sore?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer to his own question. He got up and walked to the bathroom to throw out the condom.

Michelle laughed sarcastically and sat up slowly, trying not to fall back over because of the little head rush she felt.

"A little," Michelle brushed her hair back out of her face and let out a deep sigh. She swung her legs over the bed and got to her feet to stretch, but she stumbled back and fell on the bed with a chuckle.

"Just lay down! No rush to get up." Drew laughed as he caught a glimpse of her trying to walk from the bathroom sink. "You told me to make you walk funny."

Michelle shook her head and sighed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke.

"I really needed that."

"Me too." Drew agreed, walking back into the bedroom.

"Hey Drew?" Michelle sat up as he rounded the bed to stand in front of her in all his glory.

"Yes, love?" He smiled at her so softly, it made her chest swell.

"Can we...would it be okay if we kept this between us?" Michelle tried to say it as gently as possible. "I know we jumped into this without talking about what we really wanted out of this. I just don't want it to become a thing. I'm not looking for anything serious right now anyway, but I don't want to get a bad rep and make it seem like I'm trying to sleep up the latter. The new girl sleeps with Drew McIntyre, I become labeled the roaster slut or something. Does that make sense?" Michelle rambled on and started to pick at her manicure out of nerves.

Drew took hold of one of her hands and kissed the back of it.

"Of course. I wasn't gonna pressure you into anything anyway, I just assumed this was a casual thing. I won't say a word. It can be our little secret." Drew reassured her and patted her hand. "And you're not a slut, never say that about yourself."

"Thank you, Drew." She used his helpful hand to stand and give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I appreciate you understanding"

"You're a bonnie lass, Micky." Drew pulled back and pinched her cheek, which made Michelle laugh and make a face.

"'Bonnie'?" She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"You never heard a' bonnie?" Drew howled in laughter as he pulled up his pants and looped his belt. "Means you're a knockout, you're swell."

"Oh! Well, thank you!" Michelle laughed as she sat back down on the edge of the bed and watched Drew get dressed. She winced a little as she sat, her pussy still a little sore.

"'Course, little one." Drew pressed a kiss to her forehead as he buttoned up his shirt. "I had fun."

"So did I. Haven't had this much fun in one day in a while." Michelle grabbed a hair tie off of her nightstand and threw her hair up in a little bun. She got up and walked to her suitcase to grab a pair of cotton shorts and her Cactus Jack shirt that was maybe two sizes too big. When she turned back around, Drew was already looking at her with a glint in his eye that she could not really read in the dark.

"You're adorable." Drew smiled.

She walked him to her door, opened it and leaned against the frame. He leaned down and kissed her temple and winked at her.

"If you ever want to do something like this again, you know where to find me." Drew eyed the hickey he left on the right side of her neck. He leaned down and gave that spot a peck. "Don't forget to cover that up in the morning. G'night, lassie."

"G'night." Michelle whispered and waved him off, watching him walk back towards the elevators.

She pushed off the doorframe, closed her door, and padded over to her bed. She turned her phone back on and plugged it in. She climbed into bed, fluffed her pillows and sighed contently at just how soft and inviting the thought of sleep after such a long day was. She heard her phone buzz and unlocked it to set her 7:00am alarm. Her flight was at 11:00am, and she was far from thrilled considering it was a little past 3:00am. She threw her phone down, pulled the covers up over her head and dozed off, thinking about what other adventures lay in store for her. ---------------

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Chapter 47 - Viva Las Vegas. Episode 2.

--- Recap--- Evan: I cleared my throat nervously There’s something I need to show you…. I grabbed his hand and walked the few steps to get in front of the portal Uhm… this will be a bit of a travel, but you already know about portal traveling…so… I kicked the bottom of the tree, 3 times, exactly as Gaby had shown me, smiled softly at Andy and quickly walked through. And as we walked in on the other side, our closest friends and family were all gathered next to the beautiful wedding arch. And before Andy could get to react much, I stepped in front of him, kneeled down, and grabbed both his hands Andy… will you marry me?

Andy: He chuckled softly, so few tears fell down his cheeks YES!!! Of course I will!!! He threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, softly sobbing as he squeezed his face against my neck

Evan: A few tears fell from my own eyes, as I quickly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tighter than ever ~ Thank you… We sat there about a minute, before we could pull ourselves together and get up, and as we did, everyone cheered and clapped. Are you ready? I smiled at him warmly and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently

Andy: I was born ready! He smiled bright and once again got tears in his eyes

---Recap End---

So I quickly grabbed Andy, threw him over my shoulder, turned around, so he was facing the audience, reached a fist up in the air and shook it in victory. I had finally gotten my baby, he was mine. As I was sure at least one person had gotten it on camera, I quickly grabbed his waist line, and while lifting him even higher, I for a few seconds kissed him passionately. And then that was it. We had gotten married, Andy and Evan style. My heart could not have been happier, and as I looked at Andy, he looked just as happy as me. My heart was complete. We spent about 5 minutes being congratulated by everyone, and then the limos came to pick us up, to take us to the place I had rented for the party. It was only a 5 minutes drive, but champagne was popped and chocolate covered strawberries were being passed around. The mood was high. Everyone was dressed and sharing our happiness. And once in a while, I caught Congo's eyes, smiling at him softly. As we arrived I was happy to find everything as we had planned, and even better. Purple/black ornamented walls. Black carpet. Long dinner table dressed with Halloween table cloth, and delicious food. Halloween decorations and pumpkins everywhere, but without it being too decorated. Torches on the walls. Dimmed light. Eating corner with big gothic chairs, and small round bistro tables. Plants growing on the walls. Spiders, ghosts, candles, balloons, snack table, wedding cake corner. And a big dance floor close to the bar, where colored lights were swirling the floor in perfect Halloween colors. And a small machine spreading fire sparkles. It was perfect! It was the perfect mix of both of us. It was better than a dream wedding, and not a single eye was dry as we all stepped in. Even the people who had helped with the decor was moved by the atmosphere as we were all gathered there. I lead Andy to the dance floor and smiled warmly at them all. I bit you all welcome, to our wedding party! Thank you all for being here, and a big thank you to all of you who helped us pull it together. Clover and Katherine for the food, without you girls we would have been very hungry a few hours from now! Everyone laughed warmly Thank you to Sparkle for decorating, and for yanking Daniels ear enough for him to learn how to assist you in the process. Everyone laughed again Thank you Congo, Leonard and dad, for helping with all the heavy stuff, what ever that may be I smiled warmly at Congo and was pleased as he got my personal thank you for calming me down as he smiled back and gave me a quick nod. I'm very happy to have you all here tonight, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I love all of you very much, and consider you my closest. My family. Thank you. Now, there's plenty of food, booze and good music! So make yourself at home, drink, eat, dance and be happy! However… first dance is Andy's and mine. *I gave a quick nod at Gizmo behind us, and smiled at Andy as he pushed play. And so we danced, our first dance as husbands: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q2rZb7E0EY I had yesterday asked Congo for help, trying to find a song to dance to. He had handed me a handful of his old records, and within 10 minutes, I had settled on a song I knew was perfect, and spoke exactly what I wanted. I was so happy, seeing Andy's happy tearful eyes, having him in my arms, dancing slow on the dance floor, and for a moment it seemed like it was only him and I in the whole world. Just us, the song and the colored lights, dancing through the galaxy on a cloud of love. I can honestly say, I couldn't have found a better mate, a better husband. For I have never been so deeply in love before.

I know the quality is poor, but it's some of the only pics I have from the start of my story, and they have been gathering dust on Facebook the past I dunno 8 years or so. Thought these were cute enough to attach for once.

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Watching Picard season 3, episode 1. The Next Generation.

(Contains Major spoilers for the ep)

The music is so chill, tho I DO want to set the world on fire

Awww, pretty flowers

Uhhhhh, the masks are kinda random 👀

Interesting, one of Picards logs is playing 🤔

OH IT'S BEVERLY!!!

Wait oh found them?!

Oh no what happened to the crew member?🤔

OH HOLY SHIT

NO BEVERLY SHE'S BEEN SHOT

NOOOOOOOOO

Ngl, it's giving Ranger vibes

She's so badass I can't even I'm screaming

She just came out of the fog like a freaking angel of war

Oh noooo, she's bleeding

Is ANYONE gonna let the crew dude out?

OOOOOOOO SHE'S TRANSMITTING HER MESSAGE FROM THE TRAILER

LARIS! I THOUGHT SHE WASN'T GONNA BE IN THIS SEASON I'M SO HAPPY

Are they talking about his past relationships?

They're talking about a painting 😂😂😂

YEAH GEODRDI MY BABE

He runs a museum? Wasn't expecting that, but good for him😂

Awwww, Laris won't let the guy pack up Picard's painting

Ohhhh, so they're going on a trip, I thought they were going over his Will 😂

*sees the flute* I'm gonna sob it's fine

"I am not a man who needs a legacy." Dude you totally are that type of man😂

When I see that record player all I can think of is Q

Computer: "Unable to determine the location."

"Thanks for your help." I do not think that he was thankful for the help😂

OH MY GOD IT'S HIS OLD COM BADGE

I'M SCREAMING

I have literal chills

OH NY GOD IT'S BEVERLY I HAVE SO MUCH CHILL

"And Jean-Luc. No Starfleet. Trust no one." I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD

I love Laris and Picard's talks by the fire

Dude, you've seriously haven't spoken to her in over 20 years? For shame dude

Oh, she cut everyone off😅

"You even tried to be Lovers, didn't you?" Man, I picked the absolute worst time to take a drink of pink lemonade, I nearly choked cause I couldn't help but burst out laughing 😂😂

I love how Laris is fully behind the fact that Beverly isn't paranoid

Picard: "I'll be back in a few days, maybe even less."

Laris: "Maybe even more."

Me: Or maybe he won't be back at all, and he'll die before you can ever see him again.

Oh fuck, she's gonna save him a seat😭 imagine if she's sitting there waiting for him only to get news he's died.

Their first (on screen) kiss!

I love that Guinan seals souvenirs😂

"That's 'Galaxy Class' to you young lady!" Riker is offended 😂

"Deanna and Kestra will appreciate the time away from me." Oh no, what happened (what did ya do Riker)

Picard totally wants to ask what happened but is holding his tongue, tho I wish he wouldn't cause I wanna know

WHAT HAD BEVERLY SO TERRIFIED!

So she cut off Deanna, Will AND Geordi as well, that definitely raises red flags since she was close with Deanna

RAFFI

I KNOW THAT WALK IT'S TOTALLY RAFFI

Oh God, the Daddy kink still lives? I hate it.

Nooo, Raffi's getting drugs😭

"My girlfriend left me." NOOOOOOOOOOOO

PLEASE LET THIS BE HER COVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm thinking it's a cover since she's really trying to get info

Who's the Red Lady? BEVERLY? SHE HAS RED HAIR! COULD IT BE ABOUT GOING AFTER HER

Oh, I would greatly like to kill this dude for hurting Raffi

OOOOOOOOOOO SHE IS UNDERCOVER YAY

I'm so proud of her for dropping the drug instead of using it😭

"I'm not sure about this plan."😂

"It's not a plan, it's a ruse." Same old Riker😂

THE TITAN

THAT MEANS SEEVVVVVVVEEEN!!!!! OH, I remember it from Lower Decks 😂

"The First Officer, on the other hand, I think you'll recognize." SEVEN

SEEEEVVVVVVVVEN!

(Actual footage ^ of the Saffi Fandom)

"Captain Shaw prefers that I use "Hansen," Admiral"

Oh hell no, I hate this Captain with a burning passion now cause how fucking DARE HE

The way that Picard paused to correct the one guy's posture and badge 😂

Oh Seven totally doesn't like the Captain 😂

*Ensign grins at Picard* Picard to Seven:"Is there something wrong with that Ensign?"

"Ensign La Forge, eyes on your station." I'M SCREAMING

Oh God, Riker is totally embarrassing her by bringing up her Nickname from the academy. If Deanna was there, she'd totally hack him and say: "Will!"

Seven's face when Picard said she should take the ship out😭 she was like a lil kid trying to hide how happy she was😭

*Picard tells Seven something way out of date in regards to flying then ship*

Seven:"It's all automated now."

Picard:"Oh... Of course." *Clears his throat awkwardly* "You're going to be a Captain before you know it, Commander Hansen."

Riker, grinning: "Excellent recovery, Admiral."

Picard: "Shut it, Will."

This Captain eating has me uncomfy

Dude, Picard was definitely not expecting this guy to be an ass

Riker looks like he would like to beat up the Captain 😂

Oh. Wow. I really hate this guy

Seven just watching the convo between them is a mood

Picard really should've done his homework on what stations were open

Seven is so helpful

Oh wow, he's even more of an asshole than I expected.

Honestly, I'm kinda shocked they're not gonna just knock the Captain unconscious and take control of the ship, saying that the Captain isn't feeling well😂

Seven watching Riker and Picard go has me wondering what her plan is🤔

AWWWWWW RAFFI'S GRANDBABY😭

"Good morning sweet girl"😭😭😭😭😭

Raffi's lil smile 😭

Raffi looks so done with her handler

Awwww, my poor babe, she's so tired

Did she just get discharged from Starfleet? Oh, just pulled up into from her file

"You are a warrior." The way Raffi's whole demeanor changed has me thinking she was brainwashed and this was saying was the trigger word to activate her

It would totally make sense since we know Worf fights her at one point

WHAT IF HE'S HER HANDLER

Oh my god, Riker and Picard are sleeping in bunkbeds 😂😂

Seven summoned them! Yay

Oh what is she planning

"You're gonna tell me what the hell you two are really doing here of I'm about to throw both of you out of an airlock and never look back." Aw, this reminds me of Voyager Seven😊

SHE MENTIONED JANEWAY!!!! I'M SCREAMING

Oh damn, Seven should go back to the Rangers, cause honestly I just want her to be happy and she doesn't seem to be.

Did she throw the Captain out of an airlock

Awwww, she ignored orders and brought them to the edge of federation space

I love how Seven followed her instincts

"I like that Seven." Same, Will, same.

The way everyone looked back as the Captain kinda fired Seven, they like her better

I feel like I should have an idea who Rachel Garrett is but I'm blanking

OH SHIT

Raffi's trying to get through to Starfleet, but it isn't working 👀

Oh I hope my babe doesn't witness an attack cause that could really traumatize her

OH NO

OH MY GOD, I HAVE CHILLS

The screaming of them is horrible 😭

She just witnessed a huge tragedy and wasn't able to do anything, that would definitely mess a person up

WAIT

Her son's family doesn't live in District Seven, do they?

WHAT IF THAT'S WHY SHE TRIES TO HAVE A FIGHT

"So long as we don't have to move or shot we should be fine." Me😂

The fact that Picard made Beverly a playlist instead of giving her flowers 😭😂

Wait wait wait

WHAT IF BEVERLY STOLE THE STUFF TO PROTECT IT AND WHOEVER ATTACKED HER STOLE IT AND USED IT TO ATTACK STARFLEET

Oh fuck, what the heck happened to her nose? It looks Alien

"Number one she's here" not me thinking his Dog was about to come running with a wagging tail😂

DUDE (Me to the guy who's holding Riker at gunpoint)

Does Beverly have another son?🤔

HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT

Wait, were they after him?🤔

I wonder who his dad is🤔

Wonder if his older brother ever showed up to take him to baseball games in the past 😂

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT'S HOW THEY END IT? OH COME ON

The older trek music has me so happy

If you'll need me, I'll be screaming and reading as much fanfic as I can until the next episode.

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