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toastyliltoasts · 8 months

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Loaves (Laff x Reader)

You unlock the door of your bakery like its muscle memory .. Honestly , At this point it might be .. You move on to hang your faded sweater on the coat hanger and sigh fondly as you look around ..

Another day at work ..

It wasnt that you hated your job .. Infact , Its quite the opposite .. You loved your job unlike any person you knew .. You've had a dream to open up your own bakery since you were little and with a little bit of help and a lot of hard work , you were able to do it .. You decorated your little business to have a home-y feel and infact , It might be even a second home to you .. You smile while looking around ..

Right , Those buns arent going to make themselves *A/N : Istg please dont take that out of context T-T*

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You hum a tune softly to yourself as you refill the trays with freshly baked bread .. The familiar smell invade your nostrils like it does in those corny cartoons .. You ears suddenly perk up as you hear the small bell ring , indicating you have customers .. You stretch your head to see a quite peculiar group of people enter your shop ..

You see a brunnete wearing a space costume .. A dirty-blonde haired man wearing a hoodie with cute bear ears .. And one last brunnete with a gas mask and white coat , who looks strangely familiar .. You quickly dust yourself off with a clean peice of cloth and go out to greet them ..

"Hi , Welcome to [Insert whatever you want to call your bakery cuz the author is lazy :3] .. What can I get you" You greet with a smile on your face .. The group smiles back at you ..

"Thanks .. Uh , We're not exactly sure yet" The 'space man' looks around at his friends for confirmation .. "Yeah , We're kinda new to the neighborhood .. Got any suggestions ?" The one wearing a bear onsie asks with a polite smile .. "In that case I recommend [Again, Just whatever you want] .. You'll either like it or love it" You say a bit dramatically .. "Sure , We'll take your word for it .. Can we get uhh- 3 of that ?" The space man replies .. "Of course .. That'll be right up" You say as you rush off to get them their order ..

A few moments , which were filled with soft talking in the background , you return to them with their order .. "Here you go .. Three [Da food name]" You say handing the food to them and almost reciting the order as a force of habit .. You look up to see the blonde nudging the gas mask man , while the other brunnete watches with a smug smile , and he clears his throat .. "Thank you uuh .. This might sound weird but- Uh would you want to join us for a little while" He says in a rough voice , which is unmistakably in a british accent , stumbling over his own words multiple times .. You decide to end his misery and laugh/giggle/chuckle and answer with a warm "Of course .. I dont see why not" ..

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You spend an hour or more talking with the group .. The one who invited you being Laff , The brunnete being Socks , The blonde being Blaza .. You learn in time that the three of them are unremarkably funny .. But theres a specific person that caught your eye , Laff .. His gas mask being slightly intimidating at first but what it covers is a gentlemen .. Youre curious to know why he wears a gas mask but you decide that it may come off as rude so you didnt really mind .. Yet you found your attention being drifted of to the said male more than whats considered normal ..

After a while , the talk between the 4 of you , dies down into a comfortable silence .. Abruptly , Blaza and Socks stand up and place some money on the table along with a rushed "OH look at the time .. We have to get going .. Uuh see you (Y/N) .. BYE" .. You stare at their chairs confused while Laff just looks flabbergasted *A/N : YES PUN INTENDED LES GOOO* He clears his throat .. "Backstabbers" He mumbles .. "What was that ?" You ask ripping your eyes away from the chairs .. "Nothing really .. Umm do you- Would you want to walk around town a bit after you close up shop ?" He asks sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck .. You smile .. "Sure"

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You double-lock your bakery as a habit and check it just in case .. I mean , Better safe than sorry .. "You ready to go ?" Laff asks with a smile (which is barely visible due to the mask) "Yea" You reply and turn around before flashing a small smile ..

~ Le small time skip since Im too bored ~

"Well .. Here's my stop" You say looking at your house .. "Right .. I better get going .. Uh see you tomorrow ?" Laff asks .. "Definitely" You say with a small glint in your eyes , feeling quite excited to see him tomorrow .. He takes your hand in his (after asking for permission of course) and , like the scenes you've seen in a movie , he slowly raises your interlocked hand to his face and places a light kiss on top .. You blush like mad .. "Uh see y- you tomorrow" You say hurriedly after giving him a flustered smile ..

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Teehee

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swtki · 3 years

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My Game - Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a part 2 to Teachers Pet

SUMMARY: After Y/Ns little test, she takes Dr. Reid up on his offer. She also takes him back to the apartment.

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SMUT, FEM READER, PROFFESOR-STUDENT, TEACHER REID, ORAL (FEMALE RECIEVING), PENATRATIVE SEX, SEMI DOM-SUB

It had been three days since Dr. Reid emailed me. I hadn’t texted him yet, too afraid of not knowing what to say. When I pulled that little stunt at his desk, I expected nothing to come of it. Just seeing his cute and pink face was enough of a reward. But it was obvious to me in the days following, he wanted to cross his finish line.

My phone sat comfortably in my hands, the series of numbers lining the top of my screen. I had not an inkling of an idea of what I would say. Should I go casual? Professional? Sexy? I mean, did anyone ever know how to aproach their crush?

Y: It’s Y/N, sorry I took so long. I’ve been kinda busy.

S: No worries, I was beginning to think I had read the room incorrectly. What are your plans for Saturday night? Theres a great Italian restaurant next to where I’m staying in DC.

Y: That sounds wonderful, actually. I’ll meet you there at 7?

S: Perfect.

I reluctantly pulled my figure from the sofa, and soon eagerly jumping into the shower. When the water hit my face the entire day melted away, and left only the anticipation of that night. I felt so special, I mean I was living my most vivid fantasies and not every woman gets to do it with a genius professor.

With my makeup carefully applied, and my dress matching my shoes, I started down the stairs. As my heels made a clicking noise, I started to feel a familiar flutter in my stomach. I was nervous; First date nervous. Though I had met him many times, and most recently met his body with mine, the event of a first date was a pâté of emotions.

The door of the restaurant was cold against my hand. I didn’t expect a high end dining experience, and when I walked in the entry way I was glad it wasn’t. The entry way was filled with cozy items. The faded rose pattern on the wallpaper complimented the display of family photos.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a tall brunette man, it was a table for two.” I said to the hostess. She paused for a second, tapping on her tablet as she checks the current table descriptions.

“Ah yes, party of two for Reid?”

I confirmed and she led me through a hallway to our left, which led into a small dining area. The room walls were a burgundy color, illuminated by the candle sitting at the head of each table.

I thanked the woman as I walked toward Spencer. He looked a tad bit cleaner than usual, his hair was combed and tucked away behind his ears.

“Oh, here let me get that for you.” He rose from his seat and rushed over to the chair across from him.

“How gentleman like, Doctor.” He laughed and we both took our seats.

“Please, call me Spencer.” His form was more relaxed than it usually was in class, giving him a calmer and peaceful demeanor.

Dinner progressed, a glass of wine was nursed, and he insisted on paying our check. Though I had been on dates before, this felt like my first real adult date.

“How did you get here?” He inquired as we stepped onto the rough parking lot terrain.

“I took a cab, I’m thinking I may catch the train though.” I said. His mouth spread into a displeased expression.

“Nonsense, please let me drive you home. I would hate for those statistics we learned last week be applied in this manor.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I hesitated to answer for a moment, instinctually I looked down and shifted my weight on my feet. The thought of him driving me home could end up in a number of ways; Mostly good. But, if I did take the train, it would end in a few ways; Mostly unmentionable.

“Alright, since you asked nicely.” His cheeks grew red as he avoided eye contact with me. I knew right then where our night would likely head.

“Would you like to come up? We can have a drink if you aren’t hell-bent on going to sleep before nine-thirty.” I joked with him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to feel forced into anything because I know that theres a certain expectation when-“

“Spencer, if I didn’t want to fuck you, I wouldn’t have asked you up.”

Sure, having to say it in blatant terms is less than sexy, but thats what I adored about our dynamic at that point; I led the relationship.

I leaned into my fridge, purposefully bending over so my skirt lifted to show my ass.

“Well...fuck,” I said, “As it would turn out, someone stole my wine bottle and filled my fucking vodka bottle with water.” I stood up and shut the door, walking over to the counter inches away.

“One time I took the drink turn when it came to our friend-team-dinner-night, the bottle was forty dollars, which granted is the cheap wine more or less. To this day I still have no idea who stole the bottle, because I wanted to take it home.” Spencer reminisced. I laughed at his unusual way of trying to understand.

“Wasn’t really mine to begin with,” I started walking over to the sofa where he patiently sat. “I’m not of legal drinking age. But of course it tastes better when its forbidden, everything does.” I stepped in front of the man, his knees only an inch from my shin. "Can I touch you, Spencer?” I said in a soft voice, the lids of my eyes relaxed in a sweet shift.

“Y-yes.” He gasped, obviously so turned on by the way I stood over him, in power of him. I threaded his hair through my fingers and tugged back, pushing his head as far up as I could. His eyelids fell and he was no longer looking at me.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see everything.” He opened his eyes, his irises were colored with lust and desperation. I connected our lips in a long a sweet kiss. Rather than just having a mess of tongues, the kiss was filled to the brim with emotion, of pleasure that this was happening again. His lips were slightly swollen when I pulled away to unbutton his shirt. While I fiddled with the garment, he put his hands on my hips firmly.

“Can I- can you sit on my lap?” he asked, a red tint forming on his face. I smiled and obliged, sliding his shirt off of his lean torso. I started kissing him once more, this time I made sure to press my dripping panties against the large tent in his trousers.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I ask,hands resting comfortably on his neck.

“Please”, I stood and laced our hands together, leading him to my bedroom. Once we both entered through the doorway, I pushed him onto the bed, he fell softly.

I reached my hands behind my back to unzip my dress, as I felt it fall past my legs and onto the floor, I saw his eyes scan every detail of my body.

“One might say you were planning this.” He eyed my matching lace set.

“Wanted to make sure Spencer Reid had the best.” I replied, climbing on top of him so that I would be straddling him. I felt his hands connect to my waist as we kissed, his hands were warm and excited me even more. He pulled away, quickly pressing his lips to my neck and collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as he bit down lightly on the skin. “Lets get these off, shall we?” I motioned to his pants, which had to be killing him right now. While he does that, I reach into my drawer and retrieve a condom, laying against the plush material of my pillows after I set it down on the table.

He gets on top of me , pressing his lips with mine as he rubs the back of my bra, signaling he wants me to take it off. I ,of course, reach back and unhook it, tossing it onto the floor. He grabs my tit while dancing his tongue with mine, making me more wet than I thought was possible. Usually, these actions signified a need for control, but when Spencer did it, it was like a desperate sixteen year old boy. Its clear he needed me.

“Can I...” he nods down to my cunt, still covered by the thin material of my panties.

“Can you what, Spencer?” I lace my fingers in his hair and pull, earning a soft groan from the man hovering over me.

“Can I please eat you out?” He begged. I smiled and pushed his head down, spreading my legs when his face met my stomach. He started by taking his thumb and rubbing over my clothed pussy. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. “Is it okay for me to take these off?” His eyes met mine, searching for confirmation. I smiled and nodded, moving my hands to stroke his hair rather than tug at it.

As his fingers latched onto the last piece of fabric that covered me, instinctually I pushed my hips upwards. He looked at me, silently asking if taking the garment off was still okay. When I bit my lip, a rose hue covered his face. He was flustered by me, by the escalation of us. But nevertheless, he slowly pulled off the last piece of modesty I had.

To re-assure him, I lightly tugged at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and licked a long stripe on my clit. My voice was caught in my throat as he continued making flat-tongued movements. I felt his hands slowly wrap around my thighs, pushing my heat into his face more than it already was.

He devoured me without hesitation, but when he pulled away for air he replaced it with two fingers and then when my stomach tensed and my eyes rolled back into my head, he used three. I finished with his mouth sucking on my bundle of nerves and his fingers buried inside me.

“Do you want to keep going?” He raised his head up and his thumb stroked my thigh, which he was still grasped onto.

“Yes, God yes please, Spencer.” I whined, the high fading away. He stood up off the bed and removed his strained boxers. He was beautiful; His lanky form was now a lean masculine type. I smiled at him, to which he obviously thought he was being laughed at. He couldn’t make eye contact with me, resulting to the floor instead. “Spencer,” I crawled towards the edge of my bed and placed my hands on his shoulders, “You are so gorgeous, the reason I’m smiling is because you always hide it in those sweater vests.” he relaxed.

“Thanks” he mumbles, still avoiding my eyes.

“Now please, come back here and let me take care of you.” He climbed back onto the bed while I rested against the pillows. He was nervous, and obviously he wanted to do it right. I could see his hands shaking as he unwrapped the condom and put it on.

“You’re sure?” He asks, the tip of his cock resting on the top of my inner thigh. He was easily six inches, my hand could probably wrap around and be too small.

“Yes, please fuck me.” He slowly inserted himself into my dripping cunt, causing me to let out a lewd string of words. Once again, my hands flung to his hair and tugged harshly, causing his arms to almost buckle beneath his own weight. I could feel his pelvis against mine, his muscular bottom torso pressed up against my clit. “Move, baby, its okay.” I reassure him. His hips pull away from mine, then snap back with a nice pressure. He quickly started to pick up his pace, small grunts escaping through his clenched jaw. “Do you like the feeling of your pathetic little cock inside my cunt? I bet you feel like a special little bitch now.” I moaned into his ear. “Well, are you going to tell me how much you enjoy my cunt?”.

“God, yes! I love it so fucking-“ his moan paused the sentence and he focused on getting his movements right.

“So fucking what? Go on, finish the sentence baby.”

“So fucking good, I love being inside of you so much!” He was practically whimpering in pleasure.

“Be a good boy and make me cum all over that pretty little cock of yours?” I struggled to contain my moans, I could not fall apart this quickly.

“Yes I will!” His fingers reached down to rub my clit, impressively keeping a steady rhythm. I felt the knot in my stomach becoming hotter and hotter as the minutes passed by.

“Oh my god, such a good- oh my god!” my eyes rolled back into my head as the impact of my orgasm was full forced. When my head cleared, I tugged on his hair, pulling his head so he could look me in the eye. “Gonna cum soon? Are you going to cum all inside of me?” his thrusts got off beat, he was close.

“Yes, I’m gonna-“

“Ask permission to cum, Spencer.”

“Can I please cum inside of you? Please?” He whines.

“Of course you can, baby.” With that he makes a strained moaning noise and his hips slowly stop moving. We’re both panting, while he flushes the condom I walk into the bathroom next to him. I turn to the shower and twist the hot water knob.

“We might as well get clean together, yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” he smiles and kisses me once more.

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mxchellesworld · 4 years

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of sex and masturbation

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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It had been a few days since you’d seen Cat and Spencer. After lunch you decided it was time to make your way back home. A quick exchange of numbers and the promise of seeing each other soon and you were back to your mundane routine of getting adjusted to the city. The short uber ride to your apartment, which they insisted they paid for, was spent answering texts from your friends and confirming you were still alive after they left you.

You spent the rest of the day doing laundry for the week and cleaning bits of your apartment. It was still pretty bleak, with empty walls which you longed to fill with pictures and art. Your room was a bit more lively with knitted blankets your aunt made long ago and the light of the warm lamp in the corner filling the space.

Sunday was bland with the task of getting groceries. You decided to walk since the store was a block away. You made your way down the streets in a simple sweater and leggings, foregoing any makeup. Walking into the store the older lady at the register greeted you with a kind smile.

Picking up a basket you made your way down the isles trying to get your things quickly to get back home and sleep the day away. While searching the snack section you stood in front of the popcorn deciding between buttered or kettle. You heard footsteps and saw a worker make his way down to restock the shelf.

He was tall and you noticed the way his shirt rose as he reached the top shelf. Spencer could probably reach that no problem, you thought to yourself. He caught you staring and turned to you with a smile.

“Having a movie night?” he asked walking closer. You could smell the scent of his cologne, strong but not overpowering.

“Not really haha, but don’t get me wrong a catch up day of my favorite show is definitely on the list,” you replied returning with a small smile.

He leaned in reaching for one of the boxes, subtly boxing you into the space.

“Well this is my favorite kind,” he said handing you the box, “Ya know perfect to amount to eat alone.. or share.”

“Oh,” you said surprised with a chuckle trying to play off the heat rushing to your cheeks.

You were about to respond when you heard a voice from the end of the aisle, “Y/n.”

Think of the devil and he shall appear.

Spencer was walking over to you holding his own basket filled with essentials like milk and bread. He looked like he did on Saturday, wearing those grey sweatpants which made you thank the stars above. On top he had on a simple tshirt and cardigan combo making him look extra cozy.

“Hey Spence,” you said looking past the employee.

“Did you get the popcorn baby?” he said looking the worker up and down.

You furrowed your brow seeing what he was playing at, “Yeah yeah, he was just giving me a recommendation,” you turned back to the worker, “thanks again.”

The worker nodded, red in the cheeks from facing Spencers death glare, before he walked away and rounded the corner.

“What the fuck was that,” you both said at the same time.

“He was just trying to help,” you said waving around the box of popcorn.

“Come on princess you’re smarter than that. He was obviously trying to flirt with you.”

You scoffed before answering, “What don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Oh I’m not,” he said with a smirk, “I’m confident in the fact we’ve proved who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes before he spoke again, “Plus I know a boy like him could never satisfy a greedy little whore like you. Tell me, are the handprints still there?”

You opened and closed your mouth not being able to answer him. The laugh he let out told you he new he had won.

“I think I’m done shopping,” you said walking past him.

“Alright princess have a good rest of your day. But don’t think Cats not hearing about this, and she won’t be very happy.”

You felt your insides heat up at the thought of Cat knowing. What she would do to you.

“Uh huh bye Sir,” you said stressing the title.

You made your way to the older lady who you saw when you walked in, “Find everything alright?” she asked kindly. You nodded and pulled out your wallet to pay.

God she had no idea.

That interaction replayed in your mind from that night into your days at work. Neither of them had texted. Maybe Spencer forgot and never told Cat. The wait for something to happen was torturous.

Your friend had noticed you were spaced out. Looking longingly at your phone during your breaks or lunch. It wasn’t like your feelings were hurt much for being ignored but more so the ache between your thighs was having a reaction. As you predicted trying to use your fingers or that sad vibrator in your bedside drawer was doing nothing to aid your release.

You were out at the cafe around the corner from the office you worked at having lunch with one of your coworkers. She was going on about the night she had with the guy from the bar over the weekend.

“Then he bent me over the couch! God it was so good,” she all but moaned.

“Uh huh.”

“I swear we were up until like 4 am going round after round,” she continued.

“Right.”

“After that we sacrificed a goat on Saturn.”

“Oh wow,” you said looking down at the unlit rectangle next to your sandwich.

“Y/n,” she said snapping her fingers in front of you.

“What,” you said raising an eyebrow.

“You’re being really shitty right now. I’m trying to tell you about how I literally got my back blown out and you’re staring at your phone like it’s gonna unlock the key to your future,” she said exasperatedly.

Welp she wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Abbie I’m sorry. I’m just waiting on a text. But please tell me more,” you said nodding for her to continue.

“No, I wanna know fucked you stupid this weekend to make you act like a lovesick puppy,” she said putting her elbows on the table to rest her face in her palm.

You internally debated telling her. I mean so far she has been the nicest and most welcoming to you, definitely bff material. But on the other hand you didn’t know if you were allowed to bring them up to other people. Technically it wasn’t a rule and what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them.

You took in a deep breath before spilling your guts,” So basically after I noticed you guys were gone I accidentally walked into a sex club then later that night I fucked the owners and now we’re in a throuple type situation.” You ended with an awkward smile and waited for her reaction.

“Oh the bdsm club? Isn’t it like the Library something?” she said casually.

You sat there blinking for a while, “Out of everything I said thats the part that caught your attention.”

“So you had a threesome, very nice, we’ll get to that part. Tell me about the club.”

“Uh ok. We’ll it’s called the Underground Library and it’s what you’d imagine any bdsm lounge would be like. Red lights and sexy music playing in the back. There’s a bar and uh playrooms where you can watch others.”

She hummed taking in the information and sipping on her latte, “So the sex?”

“God it was so fucking good.” You both laughed and you spent the last few minutes of your lunch break telling her about what they did to you. Safe to say you knew your panties would be a mess by the end of the day just replaying those memories in your head.

It was finally Thursday, you were so close to the work week ending and having a night with Abbie. The plan was for her to help you do a little shopping for your home then redecorate and spend the rest of the night sipping on wine with a pizza. Absolutely perfect.

The day went by yet again without a notification from the people you wanted. At this point you came to the conclusion the incident was forgotten and left in the past.

Friday you woke up around 10 and let yourself lay in bed, answering emails and lounging around until noon for you to get ready for your day with Abbie. After a while you got up to make a quick breakfast and make a list of items you planned on buying.

You thought about getting a throw for the couch and some nice curtains. Maybe some wall decor. You were so excited to finally have a place to yourself and style it to your liking.

Having roommates in college was fun but the solidarity of being able to walk around your own place basically naked and sing as loud as you wanted was liberating.

Noon rolled around and you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower. The water pressure on your shoulders was breaking through to all the stress of the week and you instantly felt it melting away.

You hopped out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and looking in your closet for what to wear. You settled for jeans and an oversized flannel, putting some comfy booties on your feet. You looked at your phone to see Abbie had texted and she would be on her way in 45 minutes. Using the remaining time you did your hair and makeup, just the basics for your day out.

Your phone dinged with a simple text that read “here”, you grabbed your purse and the list on your kitchen counter and made your way to the elevator.

You saw her little red car right in front of your building. The sound of music playing through the speakers could be heard from a few feet away.

You pulled the door open and she greeted you with a big smile, “Hey! You ready to spend away that paycheck,”

You laughed before answering, “You know it.”

The trip was made with nothing but laughs and a horrible mix of you guys singing to the radio.

After a few hours and trips to multiple stores you guys stopped at one of the vendors in the mall to get some soft pretzels. Looking around you saw a fancy lingerie store and an idea popped into your head.

You tapped Abbie on the shoulder to get her attention, “Hey I know you’re dead on your feet but theres one store I wanna go to. Do you wanna just grab a table? I’ll be like 20 minutes tops.”

“Yeah no prob Y/n/n,” she said holding her hand out for the bags you had in your hand, “this cinnamon twist is calling my name.” You both shared a giggle before you turned and skipped over to the store.

A woman wearing a dark purple sweater greeted you, “Hello darling, are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Nope I’m just taking a look around, thanks,’ you said with a smile.

Walking around you saw a display of a matching set. It was baby pink and lacy and it left little to the imagination of the mannequin. Perfect.

You looked over the table finding the set in your size and walking to the dressing rooms. Quickly you basically ripped your clothes off, speeding to get the fabric on your curves. It was stunning, complimenting your skin and hugging your curves.

You pulled your phone out and hit the messaging icon. If they weren’t gonna text then you had to bite the bullet and put on your big girl panties to do it first.

Typing in each of their contact names you made a groupchat and hit the camera option. You lifted your hand to get a flattering angle and gave the mirror your best pout.

“Do you think it’s a good color?” Sent.

One last glance in the mirror and you knew this was going home with you. Changing back into your clothes you slipped your phone in your pocket and made your way to the register.

“Just this for you today honey,” the woman asked.

“Yup,” you said pulling out your wallet. You heard the chime of a text and a smirk came across your face. Finishing the transaction you were excited to see what their reaction was.

Walking back to Abbie you saw her on the phone and raised your brow in question. She started to get up and you took some of the bags from her hands. Once she was done with the call she put her phone in her purse and looked over to you.

“Change of plans. Sam, the guy from the club, called and he’s coming over to mine tonight. So raincheck on the wine and pizza?”

You waved a hand dismissing what she said, “You’re all good, go catch that dick.” She laughed and pulled out her keys as you guys made your way out of the mall.

In the car you pulled your phone out to check the message. It was from Cat.

“I’m not sure. Maybe your little friend from the grocery store can help you pick.”

So Spencer did tell her.

You quickly replied, “You know green isn’t a good look on either of you.”

Another chime. “Why would I be envious? Last time I checked you came on my fingers, in my bed.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words. You tried to think of a response but this time Spencer responded.

“Come to the lounge at 7. And wear that underneath your clothes.”

“Yes Sir.” was all you said and the conversation ended.

Looks like you and Abbie both had other plans for the night anyways.

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫!!

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #cat adams x reader #cat adams smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #chellewrites

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theres something that morganthe said that's always confused me. In the final fight against her: "Face me in all my forms and despair." Why does she have other forms of Balance, Ice, and Storm? Is there an in-lore or headcanon reason or is it just... something the devs picked just to make the fight more of a challenge worthy of being arc 2's ending?

I don’t believe there a confirmed canon explanation for this, though (to absolutely no ones surprise) I do have a very good guess to what these multiple forms might be!

To start let’s take a quick look at the forms themselves

First you have Ice, depicted in a deep blue and star patterns, then Balance, which is mainly void of any color or pattern, Death in Grey and lunar symbols, an finally Storm is purple and clad with solar pattern.

Which yea, at first glance- nothing particularly unusual stands out about this. Save for Balance, each “version” of Morganthe here is colored in accordance to their respective schools within the game, and... wait a minute though. Doesn’t this seem a little... familiar?

Oh yea, now I remember-

Y’all, Morganthe’s Memories share the exact same color scheme as those “forms” we see in the Shadow Palace. This, in my opinion, can not just be some wild coincidence and definitely has place within the game’s Lore about Morganthe herself.

If you’ve kept up with my theories (which if your reading this i assume you have lol), you know I’m very sold on the idea that Morganthe was put through the conversion table process, and was infused with shadow magic so that she could be puppetted and controlled by the one connected to the Shadows core- Old Cob himself. We’ve seen the dialogue that’s stated this a few times, so i won’t get into that here- however, that still begs a interesting question- HOW exactly does the “conversion” process work, especially for Morganthe?

I think it would be so fitting if Spider was actually able to alter/tamper Morganthe’s own memories to how he wanted her to act as Shadow Queen. He talks about how “reluctant” she was to continue working with the Arachna once she figured out they wanted to use her knowledge and ability with Shadow as a weapon. THIS was bad for Spider/The Arachna, because ultimately his plan was to use an outside force so great and terrible (shadow queen Morganthe) that it would eventually lead someone (the wizard) who he could more easily trick into freeing him and then beginning the events of Arc 3 since Morganthe ended up figuring out what his true intensions were.

So instead of emotionally manipulating her into doing what he wanted (like how he was able to do with the wizard), the only option left was to control her more literally- aka, the conversion tables.

However, I think Morganthe was an especially different case from how we see the Mantises and other Arachna being infused. We See Old Cob simply unweave the shadow tacked onto them with the use of crystals if I’m not mistaken. With Morganthe though, this girl is a fucking wizard prodigy who re-discovered the inner workings of Shadow Magic. I Would imagine that Cob probably had to take a more desperate approach to making sure he had her under his thumb to get what he wanted.

And, as we know, Shadow magic deals a lot with memories. I think that Spider was able to tamper with Morganthe most formative memories, cut out the parts that grounded her in reality (like her Memory in Avalon of wanting to resist what her brother was doing, and her displeasure over hurting people), and stitch in the parts that influenced rage and power (such as the hurt she felt over Ambrose banishing her) in order to create what we know as the Shadow Queen.

So in sum, the “forms” we see in the Shadow Palace are Morganthe’s Memories, though they are the ones altered by Spider- that’s why they appear as the Shadow Queen does because he made them into his image. The things we see in Radiance Reborn could very well be the “true” memories, the untampered scraps that Spider had tossed because they were of no use to him.

Now, as for the Balance “version” we see- I think that’s a Forth memory in the progress of being formed. The Blue, Violet and Grey versions we see are obviously Morganthe memories (tampered or not), and they all stand ground in in what are definitely the most prominent events in Morganthe life- all up UNTIL she actually becomes Shadow Queen.

Despite being controlled by Spider, her own shadow still exists within her, and she can still create these physical forms out of her memories. I think that Balance one- the one devoid of any particular color or pattern- would eventually become the memory that signified her time as Shadow Queen, like the three memories we’ve seen before.

The reason it might be depicted as balance is because the Memory has yet to concrete itself in something that represents the time that it symbolizes- the Blue Memory being Ice makes sense because Ice often symbolizes strength and foundation- The memory of Avalon is obviously set during Morganthe’s very early youth, where she was very impressionable. It could also attribute to her feelings of grief and loss- she might have wanted to remain “frozen” in a time before Malory's death.

Violet being Storm makes sense- Morganthe being banished, her wand/deck being taken from her, accidentally hurting her classmates, ending up homeless/an eventual pirate, and generally being scared of her powers than NO ONE seems to know hwo to help her control, probably leaves her with an extreme sense of anxiety and sadness, such easily represented by the power and energy of Storm Magic.

And then you have Grey, the memory that kicks off all the unspeakable stuff occurring for Morganthe in Khrysalis, and is obviously reprehensive of death magic. For me, I think this time, especially once she starts to refuse the Shadow Magi, is perhaps Morganthes lowest point. All she really wanted was to learn how to control astral magic, “find her true self”, and return home and prove she wasn’t some monster. But here she is, having been groomed and tricked by the Magi into re-discovering lost knowledge and wanting her to be their grand weapon in a war she wants no part in. Needles to say, this memory being rooted in Death fits.

So then, what would the fourth forming memory be? For me, I think Fire. The most uncontrollable element, and one obviously linked with rage and destruction, I think fits the time in Morganthe’s life were she was the Shadow Queen- even if Spider was partly controlling her the entire time, it was still her. (Also, as shadow queen she’s clad in a deep, scarlet red color with her usual black robes... just sayn’ lol)

Speaking of, I actually wanted this memory to be a focal point if Morganthe ever gets a redemption arc. While I think she could more easily accept thosr first three memories/shadows as a part of herself, i’d expect her to actually repulse the idea that this... “Scarlet” memory/shadow belongs with her. The biggest reason for this is that, if she “accepts” this part of her life, she’ll ultimately have to remain with the reality of what was done to her, the Spider had control of her, that she DID hurt and kill so many people... that’s scary, and I think could speak to a lot of trauma victims in the same what Arc 3 speaks so clearly to those with broken or divorces families.

Anywho, i’m really starting to ramble here, but TL;DR: Morganthe’s different forms at the end of Arc 2 could very well be related to her memories we see in Radiance Reborn, and also allude to the idea that Old Cob, when Morganthe went through the conversion table process, may have tampered with those initial Memories/Shadows, and created memories that would help fuel Morganthe’s power as shadow queen.

And yea, It’s very possible the devs simply picked Ice, Storm, Death, and Balance for game play purposes, and it doesn’t have anything to do with anything, but! What’s in the fun in that y’know? I think this, or something akin to it, is a lot more intriguing and gives a lot more depth to Morganthe’s character, as well as the story for Arc 2 :D

#wizard101 #oki's theories #oki answers a thing #stormbreaker101 #anywho i've had this theory since 2014 but idk if i've ever seen anyone talk about it which is crazy

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Calum Hood one shot

Word count: 1903

Summary: Calum and y/n have been dating for quite some time now but haven’t let the world know yet. It’s not until one concert where Calum decides to surprise her.

my boy ahhhh i love him. this is one thats basically just fluff, I hope you enjoy xx

WILDFLOWER.

You and Calum have been dating for some time now, actually quite a lot of time, but neither of you feel the need to expose your relationship to the media quite just yet. You two love that you are each others secret and that your love is hidden from the world. Of course your families and friends know about you two, how could they not - you guys are practically glued to each other when you’re together. But you two just want to savour your love for the two of you just a bit more before letting the world know the reasons behind all his songs and all your giddy smiles.

The most exciting moments are when you’re both at the same event, texting each other in the car on the way there, Calum obviously arriving with his band mates and you as an actress, with your team. You two exchange cheeky looks at each other all night long and try to hide your giggles and smiles on the red carpets and tables. A few points in the nights you two would text each other to meet near the bathrooms or in an empty hallway and you two would exchange lots of rushed exhilarating kisses at the idea of being caught.

It wasn’t until one day when Calum had surprised you with tickets to one of his shows whilst he was on tour. When Calum went on tour you would miss him dearly and hate going to bed when he wouldn’t be there on his side. So when Calum’s show was in LA you of course wanted to go and be there to support your beautiful boyfriend, but obviously in a discrete way.

So the night of the concert comes, Calum is smashing the bass and singing his vocals like he’s never before. Calum searches the crowd for you looking for you and your best friend you had bought along to the show. You were standing there drink in hand, biggest smile on your face bopping along to the songs you had heard over a million of times but never got sick of.

Calum smiled at the sight of you, you never failed to make his cheeks tint pink and his heart to beat double time. It wasn’t until it was Calum’s turn to talk, causing lots of yells and screams from the crowd.

“How are we tonight LAAA?” Calum dragged out causing the crowd to go crazy.

Calum continued to talk some smack with the boys, hyping the crowd up at some points and the rest just saying some random stuff that he and the boys didn’t even know what they were on about.

“Tonight theres some one pretty special here” Calum begins to speak and your mouth gaped open slightly not expecting these words at all. The crowd goes crazy in confusion and your best friend pinched your side signally shock as well as for you to stop looking so surprised so no one assumes anything.

Before the concert a few people noticed you and asked for some pictures but not too many to make a scene.

Michael, Luke and Ashton all share confused looks with each other also not expecting Calum to announce your presence.

Calum looked a little bit nervous but played it off cool as he swiped the sweat of his forehead and began to smile when he spoke and scratched the back of his neck. “So for the next song we are gonna sing I’m gonna dedicate it to that special someone” Calum let out a breathy laugh almost in nervousness, “this is our new song wildflower everybody.” The crowd went absolutely mental once Calum backed away from the microphone grabbing a sip of water. Luke and Michael both walk up to Calum near Ashton’s drums pretending to get ready for the song but you know they were actually asking Calum what the fuck he’s doing.

As the song started to play you felt your cheeks burn red and your heart beat faster, you take a large sip of the drink in your hands and turn to your best friend who also stood there in shock.

“Oh my god” You slowly let out.

“I know y/n. What the fuck” Your best friend speaks but then follows it up with a breathy laugh. “It’s kind of cute though” she proceeds to say.

You feel your cheeks burn even more “it’s lovely” you begin “I just um, didn’t expect it” you finish still gobsmacked at him practically announcing he has a girlfriend. Gosh this is going to be all over twitter tomorrow you think to yourself.

“He really loves you y/n, you can tell” your best friend speaks right before Calum starts to sing and you feel your heart beat rise each second.

I hear you callin' out my name I love the sound, I love the taste And I can see it in your face You've got a side you can't explain

Calum sings, holding onto the microphone staring straight at you, deep into your eyes like its just you and him in the whole room. Everyone begins to fade away and its just you two right then and there.

You're tellin' me, tellin' me, tellin' me you wanna come over You wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be closer I love it when you wear your hair down over your shoulder 'Cause I wanna hold ya

Calum begins to smirk, cheekily. His eyes never divert from yours as he continues to sing the next line, where he winks, right at you.

'Cause I know where tonight is going

That bloody boy you thought as you shook your head slightly and smiled as your cheeks burnt red and he began to bop up and down to the beat singing the chorus.

tonight was definitely gonna go somewhere.

You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower You know you are my favourite fantasy A fatal love song Waterfall is overflowin' You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower

Calum sang the whole chorus in pure lust, love, excitement and happiness staring down at you, his girl. He never confirmed anyones thoughts on who this ‘special someone’ is but he knows he made you feel very special.

You bop to the beat along side your best friend as you and Calum’s eyes remained lock, you’re amused with how Calum’s smile is through the roof as he knows this song is fully about pleasure and knows that when he performs it very much so turns you on.

You two are eyeing each other now, your eyes have turned more dark full of lust and excitement for your plans for after his show. Calum stares at you and lets his tongue fold out and wet his lips as he goes to grab his microphone again. His hands looking very fucking sexy.

The boys on stage seem to be aware of what Calum’s doing and laugh quite amused at the very intimate interaction between the two of you that no one else in the room is aware of besides your close friends. But you are sure, two and two will be put together and by tomorrow Calum’s little act will be all over twitter.

The boys continued to perform, Calum’s eyes never leaving yours as he did so. Shortly after, the show came to an end and you and your best friend were leaving the venue and walking towards the side door to go back stage.

“OMG Y/N!” a young girl practically screamed causing a huge amount of attention to be pointed at you.

You nervously smile and wave softly at the girl thats running towards you with a few friends.

“I’m so sorry I just love all your movies you’re one of my favourite actresses” she tells you talking extremely fast.

You smile at her as a red tint starts to creep up on your cheeks. “Don’t be sorry” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Could we please get a photo with you?” She asks nicely with her beaming up at you.

“Of course” you say and stand next to all the girls while your best friend offers to take the photo.

“Do you know the 5sos boys?” one of the girls asks you and you feel your cheeks begin to grow warm.

Before you could answer another one spits out “OMG was wildflower about you??” She questions you and you feel everyones attention placed on you.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m just here for the show, I love their music” you let out.

The girls nod, not fully believing you. One of them tries to ask another question but your friend pulls your arm and you look back at the girls. “Sorry girls I have to go, lovely meeting you” you let out.

The girls all say a cheerful bye and one girl yells out something about Calum that you couldn’t understand.

Your best friend takes you through the door to get to backstage that everyone thinks is a fire escape. Luckily they didn’t suspect that you’re going backstage you thought to yourself.

You walked backstage in search for the boys dressing room as you started to feel more nervous. Everyone is going to know soon you think. What is everyone going to say? Are their fans going to be angry? Is everyone going to be mean? You start to feel anxious and your best friend notices.

“Y/n whats wrong?” She asks you as she turns to face you putting both hands on your cheeks cupping your face.

“Nothing” you mumble, “I just need some water”.

She nods as she asks the closest staff member for directions and he leads you two to the catering area.

You drown yourself in a cup of water and you start to feel a bit better almost automatically. Your nerves didn’t fully settle though until you heard your name come from your favourite voice.

“Y/n” Calum yelled from across the room as he did a little jog over to you and embraced you in a big hug, his tatted arms warming your whole body.

“Hey lovey, did you like the show” He mumbled to you as he angled his face to look down at you.

“M’loved it” you mumbled into his chest.

Calum chuckled a little bit because he knows how much you love his hugs.

But you pull out abruptly and face him giving him a frown.

Calum’s face turned into a frown as he looks at your expression. “What’s wrong?” He asks confused.

“What was that stunt you pulled?” You asked, mouth turning into a grin and so does his as he realises you’re joking.

Calum laughs “Did ya like it?” He smiled at you, his beautiful smile.

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “I loved it Cal, but you do know everyone is going to be asking so many questions” you mumble out of the kiss.

“Let them.” Calum whispers as he brings you back into the kiss holding your waist and pressing your body tightly against his.

You realised that it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, as long as you have him.

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fallen420 · 4 years

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Rebel Spy - Chapter 12: The Trio

After all the chaos that happened with the ice planet, the frog lady, the baby eating her eggs, landing the practically destroyed crest, reuniting the frog lady with her husband, we finally seem to catch a break. These Quarrens know where other Mandalorians are and agreed to take us to them on their boat.

The baby's pod floats in between me and Din as we look out onto the ocean breathing in the salty air.

“You ever see a mamacore eat?” A Quarren says to us, “Quite a sight.” When neither of us responds the Quarren speaks again,” Child might take an interest. You should take a look. Come on over here.”

We follow the Quarren to the middle of the ship where there's a huge hole covered by a cage. We stand at the edge of it and we watch as the Quarren open the cage and drop fish inside. The Quarren is talking some more but I don’t listen.

I watch as the water begins to bubble and before either of us can react the Quarren pushed the baby's pod into the water right above the mamacore.

“No!” Din and I yell at the same time. Next thing I know I’m also being pushed in.

I hold my breath as I try to look around but it's no use in the murky water. I hear a splash and I know it's Din jumping in after us.

Din and I swim up to the top, grabbing onto the bars, coughing as we attempt to catch our breaths. The Quarrens above us hit our hands making us let go of the bars.

I take a deep breath and I sink back down once more. Din seems to be having more trouble than me as he goes back up for air sooner.

Once the burning in my lungs becomes too much I go back up with Din just in time to see a blue Mandalorian land and attack the Quarrens. Din continues to cough as we see two more Mandalorians land helping the first one.

I only get a glimpse of the first ones helmet but I immediately remember that day the first and only time I ever met her before today.

The cage opens again and I grab onto the edge holding myself up. Bo kneels down in front of the water and puts her hand out in front of me. I shake my head, “Him first.” She puts her hand out in front of Din and he takes it, “Theres a creature,” I say through ragged breaths, “Has my kid.”

As one Mandalorian helps me out the other jumps in to get the kid. Bo sits Din and the Mandalorian sits me next to him. “The Child help the child,” Din begs Bo, his voice strained from all the coughing.

“Don’t worry brother. We’ve got this.”

Din places a hand on my thigh and squeezes as we both try to catch our breaths.

After a few agonizing moments, the Mandalorian jumps out with the pod in her hands. She kneels down next to us and rips off the lid of his pod.

She takes him out and hands him to me. I make sure he's alright and I hold him close to my side. Din reaches over to brush his ear before looking back at the Mandalorians, “Thank you. I’ve been searching for more of our kind.”

“Well, lucky we found you first,” Bo says.

“We’ve been quested to deliver this child I was hoping that…” Din stops speaking when they take off their helmets

Oh no

Din stands up getting in defensive mode, “Where did you get that armor?”

“This armor has been in my family for three generations.”

“You do not cover your face. You are not Mandalorian.”

“Mando,” I say, stepping closer to him, “This is Bo-Katan, she was the leader of Mandalore. Last I knew of at least.” I know he's wondering how I know her but he decides to ask later.

“He's one of them,” the man says

“One of what?” Din asks.

“She's right, I’m of clan Kryze. I was born in Mandalore. I fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line. And you are a Child of the Watch.”

“The Watch?”

“Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society/ Their goal was to re-establish the ancient way.”

“There is only one way. The way of the Mandalore.”

Din walks over to the edge of the boat before I follow I whisper, “I’m sorry,” to Bo.

Din grabs on to me tightly, he turns on the jetpack, and we fly away.

“What do you mean it makes sense?!” Din practically runs ahead of me with the baby in his hands. We walk through the doc trying to get back to our ship. It's dark and both of us are very irritable after the past few horrible days we’ve been having.

“I mean it makes sense.”

“Would you care to explain?” he stops walking and turns around.

“I told you I knew another Mandalorian for some time. She had her helmet off most of the time. When I met you I figured you had older views.” He just huffs and turns around, “Just because your way is different than theirs doesn’t make you or them any less of a Mandalorian.”

“How is it that you know everybody?” He decides to take this argument in a different direction.

“You meet a lot of important people when you fight in a rebellion,” but that answer isn't good enough for him, “Look for a while I hung out with a crew and we went on a mission to save one of the members' fathers. Bo came in as reinforcements that's all.”

He turns around and keeps walking, “Look I can’t imagine what it's to know that something you’ve been told your entire life is not the complete truth. I’ll never know. But aren't you slightly open to the idea that there's another way?”

If he was planning on responding he doesn’t get to because Quarren comes out of the dark corner. “Hey!”

“Oh come on,” I whisper angrily at the fact that we have to deal with yet another problem.

The Quarren steps closer to us, “You killed my brother.” More Quarrens come out of the darkness.

“Let us pass,” Din says.

“I don't think you understand.” Din and I both notice the Quarren charging their weapons, “You killed my brother. And now I’m going to kill your pet.” My hand hovers above my blaster as he gets closer to us.

Luckily, Bo and the others come down to help us.

“They didn’t kill your brother,” Bo says, “I did.” Bo shoots and we all take that as a queue to shot the rest. Which we do. In just a few seconds all the Quarren are dead.

“Can we at least buy you a drink?” Bo asks.

“Please.” Is all I say before walking towards the nearest Cantina.

“Trask is a black market port,” Bo says. We all sit around at a table. The baby sits in between me and Bo. Dins hand finds my thigh again probably his way of apologizing for snapping at me earlier. “They’re staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our homeworld. Once we do that we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne.”

“That planet is cursed. Anyone who goes there dies. Once the Empire knew they couldn’t control it, they made sure no one else could either.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear. They wanna separate us. Mandalorians are stronger together.”

“That's not apart of our plan. I’ve been requested to take this child to the Jedi.”

“What do you know of the Jedi?”

“Nothing. Only what Auroras told me.”

“We were also hoping you could help,” I say, “I lost all contact with the ones I knew.”

“I can lead you to one of their kind, but first we need your help on our mission.”

Why is there always a mission?

“You see that Imperial Gozanti freighter?” Bo asks us. We stand on a broken ship in a junkyard of some type, looking at the freighter that is sitting on a doc, “It's being loaded with weapons as we speak. “According to the ports manifest, its scheduled to depart at first light.”

They explain how they scan for life forms before taking off which means that we have to fly up there once it takes off.

After discussing the plan Din and I drop the kid off with the frog lady where he will be safe. Both of us make sure to tell him not to eat any more of her eggs.

Before Din and I can even land, Bo and Koska take out the stormtroopers guarding the doors to the ship.

Axe uses a splicer to open the door. When it opens Bo runs inside killing the three stormtroopers that were waiting for us. The rest of us follow in behind her. Din and I stay further back and I’m slightly behind him since I don’t have beskar protecting me.

In front of us, doors open revealing more stormtroopers. We use the sides to take cover. Each of us shoots at the troopers as we slowly inch forward.

Lucky for us troopers have bad aim and we don’t so we take them out easily. We walk over the troopers' bodies and we carry on onto the next room.

We take an elevator into the cargo bay where the weapons are. Again we are met by stormtroopers. We take out the troopers in the hall but before we can enter the cargo bay the doors closed.

Without saying anything I walk over to the panels in front of us. I press a few buttons and the screaming confirms that the doors to the cargo bay opened making all the imps in there fly out.

I close the doors and I open the ones in front of us so we can get the weapons.

The Mandalorians start opening the boxes and admire all the weapons.

Bo talks on the comlink to one of the imperial officers "Oh, We’re not jettisoning anything. We’re taking the entire ship.”

“Huh?” I say in confusion.

“What?” Din also questions.

“Put some tea on we’ll be up in a minute,” She puts the comlink down and Din and I walk up to her.

“Bo, this is more than we signed up for,” I tell her.

“There is something I need to rule Mandalore. Something that was once mine. You were there when I first go it, Aurora.”

“You lost the darksaber?”

“I was stolen from me,” she says defensively, “Look they know where it is. Regardless, we are taking the ship for the battles ahead.

“I got you your weapons,” Din says, “We have to return to our ship with the foundling.”

“If you want my help finding the Jedi, you will help me take this ship.”

“You’re changing the terms of the deal.”

“This is the way,” she says almost mockingly.

She walks out and the other two follow leaving me and Din alone.

“The faster we do this, the sooner we can be back on the crest with the kid.” He just nods his head before following the others.

We start to make our way towards the front of the ship where the cockpit is. The ship moves suddenly and we all fall to the sides. Din grabs my hand as we hold on to the walls. The pilot is taking the ship down to try and get us off of here.

“Let's move!” Bo says. Din lets go of my hands and we both pull out our blasters, “There’s the bridge. Come on!”

There are more stormtroopers waiting for us and we take cover on either side of the doors.

“How many troopers?” Bo asks.

“Sit to ten. Two with heavy repeating blasters,” Axe answers her.

“We need to move now.”

“They have too much firepower!”

“Were still dropping,” Koska reminds us.

Din puts his hand in mine and he squeezes which means he's about to do something stupid. He lets go and he takes two charges out of his utility belt, “Be careful.” I tell him and he nods.

“Cover me!” Is all he says before running out into the trooper's blasts. All of the blasts bounce off his armor. I see him lay down before throwing the chargers where the stormtroopers stand.

I cover my face as fire and smoke begin to fill the area. Once it clears we run out and Din is already standing up, running towards the cockpit not giving me the chance to even ask if he's okay.

We open the door to the cockpit. Din grabs the pilot and throws him out of the chair. Din sits on the pilot's seat while I sit in the co-pilots.

We both grab on to the control wheels in front of us. Both of us pull up trying our hardest to stop this ship from plummeting into the ocean.

“Easy, easy,” Din says his voice strained from using all his strength to get this ship up

After a few moments of pulling up, we feel the ship start to go up in the air again. We both let go and start to catch our breaths.

“No!” Bo yells and as we turn around the imperial officer is on the ground.

“Look we have to go, he sent a distress signal,” I tell her.

Din and I stand up and Koska takes his spot.

“Are you sure you won’t join us?” Bo asks.

“There’s something I need to do,” Din says.

“The offer stands if you change your mind.”

“Where can we find the Jedi?” I ask her.

“Take the foundling to the city of Calodan on the forest plant of Corvus. There you will find Ahsoka Tano. Tell her you were sent by Bo-Katan. And thank you. The both of you. Your bravery will not be forgotten. This is the way.”

“This is the way,” Din repeats.

We get the kid back from the frog lady and her husband. We finally sit on the falling apart razor crest the kid seated in my lab as Din starts the ship.

Once he gets the ship in the air I ask, “Are you good?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he doesn’t turn around to face me like he normally would.

“I mean with everything Bo said. Don't you wanna talk about it?”

“There's nothing to talk about Aurora.”

“Right, it’s always nothing isn’t it.”

#Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x oc #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x oc #bo katan kryze #bo katan #baby yoda #agent whiskey #Frankie Morales #oberyn martell x reader #agent whiskey x reader #pero tovar #dave york

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captainrexisboo · 4 years

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In A Single Night Chp 3

HEY Y’ALL! Flashback Chapter. Theres actually going to be a few of these, so strap in!! Y’all are gonna learn all about this au whether you want to or not. Onwards!!!

Warnings: wound description. family angst.

Chp 2 if you missed it ❤️

Tag list in the replies! Let me know if you would like to be tagged! All Comments Are Welcome!!! HERE WE GO-

EDIT: CHAPTER 4!!!

“Where is he?” Cody burst through the door to the doctor’s ward with explosive force, slamming the thick slab of oak into a thankfully sturdy table, clanging sterilized metals in their glass containers and having the overused hinges make a terrible scream. The two doctors in the room had just sat down from stitching their patient, long coats blotted with still wet red stains, and were jumping right on their feet again to the young soldier’s frantic scrambling, “What in the nine hells happened, he was just on patrol, just outside the wall-”

“Cody, Cody-” his cousin, an assistant to the surgeon, came up to him while hurriedly removing his working gloves, tossing them onto the stool he had sat on. He shushed Cody gently, placing clean, steadying hands on his shoulders and gently putting their foreheads together, “It’s alright, he’ll be okay.”

“Kix, where’s Rex?” The young Sergeant had a fearful glaze in his eyes, hands grasping onto Kix’s wrists as if to anchor himself to reality, swallowing the thick lump in his throat, not allowing one anxious tear to fall from his dark sepia stare. Kix squeezed his hold on Cody’s shoulders, keeping calming eye contact with a matching gaze, both in concern and color, before letting up and nodding in the direction to follow.

“Be quiet now, Codes. He’s asleep for the time being, as soon as he wakes up he’ll be in a world of pain,” Kix nearly pulled back the separating curtain, before his shoulders raised, turning to eye his older cousin, “It’s pretty bad...by soldier standards, it’s not anything we can’t handle, but...just brace yourself. It’s still rather grisly.”

Cody could feel the grave undertone in Kix’s voice, causing him to hold onto his breath. He gave Cody a single, slow nod, chin coming back up to point. A silent word to continue pulling the curtain back. Kix obliged, not before taking in a breath himself, the curtain pulling back with a shrill sound to rival the hinges of the medical ward’s doors.

Well. It was certainly Rex. The same shock of blond hair, heavens knows where that trait came from, but with the seemingly signature Fett jawline and nose they all seemed to carry...except that his nose had been uncentered from some brutish force, cracked back into place by the medics and turning a sickly puce, matching a bruise as big as Cody’s fist on the soft underside of his jaw. A bright red swell that was violet towards the center nearly shut his right eye, and there was thick stitching across his chin. Above the neck, Kix was right, nothing worse than an unsupervised sparring match with a bad partner. It was Rex’s shoulders and torso that had Cody turning ashen. Skin was torn and ripped, showing vulnerable muscle underneath, twitching with every strained breath Rex took in his sleeping form. Where there was skin left, Kix and the head doctor stitched together what looked like deep claw marks. Deep bruises and various scratches littered Rex’s form, but the worst damage was definitely the mauled gashes on his right chest, and left stomach.

“What… what bite is that?” Cody pointed to Rex’s left shoulder, clearing the hoarseness of terror from his throat. This was his Corporal, his twin, looking half dead on the thin cot before him. What the hell had happened?

“Well,” Kix looked down, a little sheepish, and for the briefest distraction Cody let himself wonder how his cousin could look so embarrassed in this situation, “The doc says...he says bear attack.”

“... Bear attack?”

“Uh,” Kix looked back up, only to shoot his gaze right back down to Rex’s tightly wrapped up ankle, “Y-yeah.”

“Look at that,” Cody pointed to the giant, odd shape, in something he can only think of like a squared off crescent, voice pitching near menacingly low, “You’re a Fett, Kix. We’ve been hunting since we could toddle, does that look like a bear bite?”

“What else could it be?” Kix spat, his stress from working on close family punching through his words, “You’re ‘the great Jango’s son’, why don’t you tell me? Have you seen that kind of a bite before?”

“I’ll start calling Jango my father when he starts acting like it,” Cody snarled back, looking off and raking his nails through his hair. He brought his fingers down to pinch the bridge of his nose, breathing deep and shutting his eyes tight. He let out a ragged breath, “I’m sorry, Kix, I just…”

“I know,” Kix paralleled Cody’s breathing, “It’s family.”

The moment grew heavy, the two of them finding some small, bitter comfort in the shared understanding that was their closely interwoven family. Cody clapped a hand to Kix’s shoulder, pulling him in to press their temples together, continuing to look at Rex’s resting form. He pointed vaguely to the wrapped ankle, the bandages down there free of any blood spots, a wordless question passing through the action.

“Bad sprain,” Kix mumbled, wiping a hand over his face as if to rid the dread from his expression in a single action, “We think he was running and tripped, that’s the only spot below his stomach that’s been wounded.”

Cody pushed off of Kix’s head, a wry puff of what could have been laughter breathing past his lips. If Rex was running, it couldn’t be a bear. You don’t run from bears, any hunter, Fett or not, knows that. Instead of lighting the fighting flame again, Cody sighed low, squeezing Kix’s shoulder, “And did anyone see this bear? The bear that happened to come up near the wall, a solid four hundred meters from the forest perimeter, and attack my brother who kriffin’ decided to run away-”

Oh, Cody was going to lose it. Nothing was adding up, nothing was making sense, and his mind was getting more muddled the longer he spent looking at Rex.

“Were there tracks, anything like that, anything else that confirms that this was a bear attack?”

Kix fell silent, looking back at the sprained ankle. Cody had his answer; no. They were making an assumption based on the singular fact that they don’t know what else it could’ve been- it was the best they could do until Rex woke back up.

“I guess a bear?”

Cody could only stare. He was ready to rip his hair out, match Rex’s closely cropped cut, “Really? A… are you sure?”

Rex shrugged, hissing a bit at the movement on his shoulder. He was bandaged up now, the salve the doctor and Kix had tenderly soothed over him as a disinfectant finally dry. He cleared his throat, voice still weary from his extended sleep, “I don’t know what else it could’ve been, Cody. It was covered in thick fur, had massive claws, and stood upright-”

“Did you run from it?” Cody cut in. He had to know, just for this to make a lick of sense.

“I…” Rex took a pause, blinking to himself, biting his lip, “...I don’t remember. I was just startled, and then I fell, when the thing…it...”

He trailed off, shaking his head, “No, that can’t be right.”

“What?” Cody pushed, near teetering at the edge of his seat, not bothering to hide his desperation, “Rex, just tell me, whatever you were going to say.”

His blond twin lifted a questioning brow, starkly dark compared to his fair hair atop his head, “Why, Codes? It’s not that important-”

“Rex. Please.”

Cody kept at his pleading stare, and Rex faltered. Cody ordered, he was their squad’s staff sergeant, he never begged. He looked at people with hardened fire in his glare and a stern scowl, not eyes as wide as dinner plates and a pathetic pout. Rex was so shaken at this demeanor, he couldn’t do much else other than comply, “...well, like I said it stood upright. I… it felt like whatever it was locked eyes with me, and then… it started sprinting. Like a man.”

Cody refused to talk about the beast that attacked his brother after he heard what Rex had to say. It was clear no one truly knew, and no one would ever truly know, so he certainly wasn’t going to beat himself up over it. Rex had healed amazingly quick, tender yet sturdy scar tissue forming after about two days of changing bandages- while happy to spend some time with Kix, was elated to leave the medical ward so quick. He was let into training again a week later, like nothing had happened, and after a week more, the incident was nearly gone from Cody’s mind until he saw the gruesome scars that decorated Rex’s form when in the showers, or changing in the barracks. All was well.

Until Rex went missing a full month after the attack.

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smegdwarf · 3 years

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But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 9

A/N: 3 chapters in 3 days holy crapoly!

Warnings: This chapter does get a little tense (Rimmer has a breakdown) and I guess some implied smut 😏

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves :p

"What do you want me to do?" Rimmer shouted after you as he chased you down the corridor.

"Well for a start you need to tell Lister what you've done with Kochanski's disc?" You stood with your arms crossed.

"I can't tell him, he'll flush me out of an airlock" Rimmer was full of panic about possibly losing you "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I understand why you did it but you need to tell him!" You spoke sternly as you walked off, turning back after a few steps "and until you do ...I'm off limits"

Despite telling him not to worry about you he quite clearly was, it also wasn't long before the others picked up on the tension between you two, hoping that distancing yourself from him would make him act quicker.

"Morning!" You smiled as you walked into Starbug's cockpit, standing next to Rimmer's chair as he looked at you a little upset that you weren't being your usual self, leaning against his chair.

"Krytes found a derelict on the scanner, thought we'd check it out before we head home" Lister smiled, clearly Rimmer hadn't told him yet.

"Sleep well?" Rimmer tried to spark conversation.

"Yeah fine thanks" You didn't even look at him as you sat down in Cat's seat, the feline must've already been on his second nap of the day, after all he has prepare for his main snooze.

"Is everyting ok ma'am?" Kryten asked as you turned to smile at him.

"Ooh trouble in paradise?" Lister smirked as Rimmer squirmed in his seat.

"No we're fine aren't we Arnie?" You smiled at Rimmer who was completely confused by your behaviour.

"Sure" He gave you a half hearted smile.

"Right bring her in Listy, I'll go wake up Cat" You patted Lister on the shoulder.

"Good luck!" Lister laughed.

"I don't need luck Listy!" You smirked as you left.

Before long you were all on the derelict, creeping quietly through the ship as the scanner in your hands lit up.

"Hmm theres life signs" You grumbled, Kryten peering over your shoulder to look at the scanner.

"Suggest we split into two groups" Kryten suggested "We're more of a target together"

"Kryten lets go!" Rimmer turned to leave as you shot your arm out in front of him.

"Krytes take Cat and Lister ...goalpost head is with me" You replied straight faced as the others walked off.

"I don't think the name calling was necessary?" Rimmer grumbled as you walked on.

It didn't take long for Rimmer to get frustrated with the silent treatment as you continued to walk round quietly, consistently monitoring the scanner in your hand.

"I know you're angry that I lied about Kochanski's disc and that you're off limits but you could at least talk to me" Rimmer finally broke the tension.

"You still haven't told him have you?" You asked not taking your eyes away from the scanner.

"I will tell him, but I want you to stop ignoring me" Rimmer replied as you stopped him at the end of the corridor buzzed.

"Can we talk about this later?" You whispered.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" He asked.

"Shh" You shushed him as you brought your finger to your lips.

"Y/N?" With a swift swing of your arm your hand was plastered over Rimmer's mouth.

"Take this and keep that" You whispered as pointed to his mouth and handed him the scanner "quiet!"

Your hand over his mouth was the only touch he had received from you since he confessed about the holo disc and while it wasn't exactly what he wanted ...it was still something and if it weren't for you holding a loaded bazookoid he would've had you against the wall with his lips firmly against yours. Those thoughts were knocked straight out of his mind by the sound of you firing the bazookoid although he was shocked to see the life form you had been tracking frozen in its tracks instead dead in a heap on the floor.

"How did you...? The bazookoids can't..." Rimmer couldn't quite finish a full sentence.

"I'm an engineer and we're 3 million years into deep space ...I get bored alright" You grumbled as you went over to the frozen creature "Niiice"

"I only asked" Rimmer muttered "What is it?"

"Some sort of transforming mutant" You pondered over it, resisting the urge to poke and prod it. For all you knew it could be poisonous or toxic.

"Polymorph?" Rimmer asked.

"A polymorph transforms into to different objects to blend with its surroundings" You looked at the mutant curiously "This simply turns itself invisible"

"Well what does it do?" Rimmer was growing impatient.

"I think I know" You smiled "But I'll need to Kryten to confirm"

"Meanwhile we're going to stay here with this thing ...how long will it stay frozen for?" Rimmer was starting to panic at the thought of hanging around an unknown mutant.

"Hey Krytes we've found the life form, we're at the end of B deck" You spoke into your watch.

"On our way ma'am" Kryten's voice replied through the watch.

With the derelict not even being a quarter of the size of the dwarf it didn't take long for the other 3 to find you. Rimmer was sat on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs stretched out sulking while you were completely fascinated by the creature you had frozen.

"Is that it?" Lister asked as he spotted that it was frozen "Have you been modifying things again?"

"So what if i have? shoot me" You smiled as Lister chuckled "What do you think Kryten?

Before Kryten could answer the frozen mutant broke free, transforming into a huge green skinny monster, spitting as it hissed at you all.

"It's a psy-mutant" Kryten could just about be heard over the screeching.

"What the hell is a psy-mutant?" Lister shouted.

"Much like a psy-moon, a psy-mutant feeds of a persons pysche and transforms into their strongest negative emotion" Kryten explained.

"So who's it feeding of?" Rimmer asked as everyone locked and loaded their bazookoids.

"You sir!" Kryten answered as everyone sighed and rolled their eyes ...of course it was.

"Arnie ...thats your jealousy!" You looked at Rimmer and you could've sworn that had he been alive and had a heart you would've seen it drop to the floor, he never meant for this, he knew his jealousy was a problem but he never meant for it to become everyone else's problem.

"What have you got to be jealous about?" Lister growled as Rimmer became paralysed by the fear and guilt of being confronted by his jealousy.

"Should we shoot?" Cat asked.

"The bazookoids won't touch it" You sighed "The only way to defeat this thing is if you let it out"

"Let it out?" Rimmer looked at you a little confused but mostly terrified.

"If you keep this all bottled up, that thing will keep munching on it and we wont stand a chance but if you just say whats on your mind, let everything out thats causing your jealousy it wont have anything to feed on and we can kill it" You explained "I know its difficult Arnie but its the only way"

"I c..can't" Rimmer stuttered, the both of you knew it wasn't just his jealousy it was feeding on, it was slurping up his guilt too.

"Rimmer you need to tell him now" You looked at him, your eyes glistening over as you knew that what was about to happen was going to torture him "You'll feel so much better Arnie I promise"

"I'm so sorry" Rimmer looked at you with so much guilt and sorrow in his eyes as tears fell down his cheek.

"Don't worry about me, its Lister you need to talk to" You had almost forgot about the others watching you "Tell him Arnie"

"Tell me what?" Lister grew concerned.

"I..I ...I flushed Kochanski's disc out of an airlock" Rimmer stuttered as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, the jealousy monster letting out a loud screech as it took a hit.

"Ah ...this is awkward" Lister looked at the floor.

"What do you mean?" You asked as you anticipated his answer, he already knew and had already plotted his revenge unbeknown to anyone else.

"I already knew about that ...and in retaliation ...I might have flushed your revision time tables" Lister replied as a small smile formed on Rimmer's face.

"I suppose thats fair" Rimmer sighed.

"Ok I'm glad thats all sorted but that green gooey thing is still here" Cat reminded them.

"I said everything why is it still here?" Rimmer asked.

"Because thats not everything is it Arnie?" You spoke softly "Maybe it would be easier if you three gave us a moment"

"Are you sure?" Lister asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry I'll kick its arse if I need too" You smiled as he nodded and lead the others away "Arnie you can do this"

"I don't want to think about it" Rimmer scrunched his eyes closed.

"Arnie you can do this" You spoke softly and calmly.

"No I can't" He shook his head as he fought back the tears.

"Yes you can" You smiled as you turned him away from the creature, cupping his face in your hands "I know you can"

"Why are you with me?" Rimmer started to break down.

"Because I love you" You could feel the tears fighting to escape your own eyes.

"I'm out of my mind, I'm a jealous good for nothing waste of space" Rimmer sniffed as you let his forehead rest against yours "If I didn't have such a problem with getting the breaks, if I didn't get jealous every time someone else was happy, if I just shut myself away from the world maybe this wouldn't have happened, I'm not supposed to be happy, things aren't meant to go my way. I don't deserve anything"

"You know thats not true" You sobbed as you heart ached listening to Rimmer completely breakdown.

"Even my own parents didn't like me or my brothers" Rimmer kept his eyes shut tight.

"None of the way you're feeling right now is your fault Arnie" You kept your voice quiet so only he could hear you "It's not your fault you were treated so poorly, you do deserve to be happy ...more than anyone"

"Then why does everyone treat me so badly?" Rimmer sobbed, it felt strangely relieving for him to be so open and vulnerable and not be shot down further, his legs began to give way underneath him as he fell to the floor. Dropping down beside him and wrapping him up in your arms, gently rocking him back and forth as he cried. He hadn't even noticed the mutant had gone.

"Unfortunately some people are just awful" You spoke softly in his ear before placing a much awaited kiss next to the 'h' on his forehead "and those people don't deserve you in their lives"

"Please never leave me" Rimmer looked up at you, his eyes glossy and his cheeks puffy and red.

"That never even crossed my mind Arnie" You smiled as Rimmer's lips started to curl.

"I love you" Rimmer sniffed as his hand found its way to your cheek.

"I love you too Arnie" You smiled as you helped him up off the floor "Lets get you back to Starbug"

"The mutant's gone?" It was only now that Rimmer remembered why they were there.

"You defeated it!" You grinned as he chuckled "Come on lets get out of here"

Once back on Starbug with the others Rimmer opted to go to bed, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

"I'll wake you up when we're back on the dwarf alright" You smiled sweetly as you leant down to kiss him on the cheek before turning off the lights and going back to the rest of crew.

Thankfully you weren't that far away so it wasn't long before you were back home. You assumed Rimmer had gone to his bunk to go back to sleep as you curled up in yours to read, so when he suddenly appeared in your door way at 3am you were a little surprised.

"I thought you were sleeping" You smiled as he stood in the doorway with his hands behind his back.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep" Rimmer spoke quietly.

"Lister not up? It's not his bedtime yet?" You asked "Are you coming in?"

"He's happily munching on a curry I brought up for him" Rimmer looked down at the floor "And I didn't want to over step boundaries"

"Are you ok?" You looked at him a little concerned " Come in I won't bite ...not this time"

"Its nothing, just feeling a little bad about what happened and I know he flushed my timetables but I wanted to do something to say sorry" Rimmer blushed as he walked into your quarters "I mean he is my friend after all"

"Are you sure you're ok?" You laughed as Rimmer chuckled "Don't worry I won't tell him you called him your friend"

"Thanks" Rimmer smiled, revealing the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back "These are for you"

"Where on io did you get these from?" You grinned as he handed them to you "They're gorgeous!"

"Kryten has been working in the botanical gardens, he let me take some flowers to make you a bouquet ...I should show you some time you'll love it" Rimmer was babbling, pleased to see you smiling.

"Thank you Arnie!" You smiled at him as you filled an empty red plastic cup with water to put the flowers in.

"Thank you for putting up with me" Rimmer mumbled.

"What are you muttering about?" You laughed a little as you raised your eyebrow at him.

"After what I put you through over the last couple of weeks, you're still here" Rimmer had gone back to the nervous, innocent person when you first started dating.

"You don't give up on someone you love" You gently took his hand in yours.

"Even if they're as messed up as me?" Rimmer's eyes finally met yours.

"I love you no matter what, you know that" You smiled as you stared into the chocolate brown eyes staring back at you.

"I really don't deserve you" Rimmer eyes lit up as he smiled.

"Hey no more putting yourself down ok?" You gently squeezed his hand "Promise?"

"Promise!" Rimmer chuckled.

"Now are you going to kiss me or not?" You smirked as Rimmer took off his jacket and threw it to the side of the room, after a little over two weeks of not being able to touch, hold or kiss you he was definitely a little touch starved.

"I thought you'd never ask" Rimmer grinned as he held your face in his hands, feeling his body press against yours as he brought you into the most passionate kiss he had ever given you or anyone for that matter, his arms dropping to your waist, sitting perfectly at the bottom of your back as you let your hands rest on his chest, feeling each other smile between kisses "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"I already assumed you would" You laughed as you brought him into another kiss.

"I love you" Rimmer replied softly as he took your hand in his and walked you over to the bed as you both sat down.

"I love you too Arnold Judas Rimmer" You smiled sweetly, his face lighting up like a child on christmas as you said the words. Delicately tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his fingertips he leant in to kiss you again, his arm around your waist as you both slowly fell down onto your bunk.

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A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 2)¤ ¤ ¤

The morning came with silence and silence came with Raditz banging on Calamatta’s pod.

“Wake up! we need to get our pods to the ship in the upper atmosphere then we start the terraforming process! Got it?” SHe stretches and gives the long haired Saiyan a lazy thumbs up. Confirming she heard him loud and clear. Rubbing her eyes she punched in the coordinates to the ship and off the four pods flew to the ship in the higher atmosphere, slotting their pods into the mothership.

The four took their time to leave 2 by 2 to the planet and scour the planet to completely terraform it, with expertise and precision. Cracking open the planet enough to let the oceans flow forth, for several hours they did this until they returned to the ship. Calamatta entered the ship last and was greeted with a crisp clap to the back from Nappa. “Good job, lil lady!” He bellowed as she rubbed the back of her head. “T-thanks Nappa, now im just worried.”

Raditz raised his hand and shook his head, “Ahhh calm down, we're going to give him an honest review of you then you will be moved to our quarters, you get your first pay and then you should be good. Settle down.” He brushes past her and makes his way to Frieza’s Hall. Vegeta followed behind, throwing a glance at the female Saiyan as she sat on a chair, he can tell she was nervous by the frequency of her bouncing leg. They didnt like bending to Frieza’s whim, but they werent about to just go against him out right.. And with one more saiyan with them to train and get stronger they could be unstoppable. Its just the matter of pandering to Lord Frieza until then and making sure they dont get killed.

Lord Friezas chambers had only Zarbon blocking their way, the annoying green haired former prince with no shame. Dodoria, the brainless ruffian was nowhere in sight. “Monkeys.. Im assuming its about the release of Friezas little ape?” Zarbon said very condescendingly to the three, very annoyed Saiyans. Vegeta tightened his fist and grit his teeth at the comparison to apes so blatantly to his face.

“Zarbon thats quite enough. Ive been expecting them.” Friezas voice piped up waving the three Saiyans in. “Y-yes, Lord Frieza.” He obeyed and moved out of their ways. “You are excused Zarbon, your services arent needed this evening.” Frieza rotated fully in his seat and swirled a full goblet of wine within it.

The three took bended knee to Frieza begrudgingly and raised up at the same time. “Were here to confirm our Terraforming a rousing success.” Frieza smirked and paid attention to Nappa. “Indeed. It was to be a 4 to 5 day excursion and you done it in 2 and a half days? My my, you 4 are persistent!” He chided and pointed to Nappa first. Everyone is fully aware of Frieza’s death beam so Nappa winced. Causing Frieza to visibly inflate like an egomaniac. “Now what is your report about my favorite little monkey, Ms. Calamatta” He sipped his wine and let it hover mid air rotating it and lacing his fingers together and letting his long worm like tail wag lightly. Nappa took one step forward and spoke up, light sweat on his brow as he made eye contact with deadly bright vermillion eyes.

“Calamatta’s first time out with primary race extermination was exquisite. Effective and heartless. If she continues with us you should expect the same, Lord Frieza!” He did a full bow and stepped back for Raditz, The long haired teenage Saiyan cleared his voice and spoke up, starting with an embarrassing voice crack. “She took orders for sequences of events and how to lay waist to entire cities fairly quickly. I'd prefer her with us simply because she has a job to do and she seems to enjoy it.” Frieza slowly nods, eyes closed and speaks softly. “Mhmm. mmhmmm. You two are dismissed. Vegeta… you stay.”

Frieza took his goblet and took a sip from it as the Prince narrowed his eyes and approached, puffing up his chest. “What do you think about the pretty little simian? Shes quite interesting… obedient and has grown to be a lovely young woman, shapely i think your repugnant species would call her... You are aware her father appointed her to me when she was a child, I'd assume Vegeta…?” He lets the wine glass levitate again, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed and brow raised. “Yes, Im aware...What is this about.” Frieza clicked his nails about on his seat and smiled softly.

“Her father did not trust his only daughter with the likes of the Kings eldest boy… Not after their fight… so she was appointed as my little monkey butler, a nice little piece of arm candy… if only she wasnt a Saiyan. Anyway… Enough with my little flights of fantasy…” He gestured to the confused Saiyan Prince, his lips lined straight and unmoving. “About Calamatta… How was she.. Your word I take higher then anyone else.” He preened upon saying her name, it was borderline perverted but with a sinister meaning behind it.

“Shes the missed opportunity id like to get my hands on. A perfect Saiyan through and through. If she werent by your side so often id have taken her by my side YEARS ago, Frieza…” He stated as a matter of factly, Friezas dark little smile returned “How disgustingly romantic... Zarbon! Summon Calamatta for me.” He snaps his fingers and trot like tapping faded down the hallway. Zarbon was waiting outside, like a good little brainless lackey.

Calamatta was tapping on the table she waited at, tail flicking nervously about behind her. She was snapped from her stupor of nervous leg bouncing and hair twirling to Zarbon slapping his hand down firm onto the table. “Calamatta, Lord Frieza is requesting your return asap.” SHe nodded and fixed her hair abit standing up and wrapping her tail around her waist. Shes known Zarbon longer then shes known Dodoria.

The kinship Zarbon developed for her was astounding, a favorable friendship when she felt immense discomfort in her teens on. It weirds her out and flatters her nonetheless. “Yes, Zarbon.. Right away.” She walks along side Zarbon and even passes Nappa and Raditz on their way back. “Ill have you know for the duration of time that I have known you; you are not like the others… youre charismatic and maybe the most tolerable, of the 4 of you...your still nothing more than a monkey butler though.” She sneered and returned her gaze fixed forward, down then away. The moment she turned the corner she went wide eyed to see Vegeta.

She stopped in her tracks and was given a push from Zarbon, Frieza chirped upon her entry. “Welcome back, Calamatta! I have some good news for you…” “Lord Frieza..” She bowed at the waist obediently she stood next to Vegeta and Zarbon once again excused himself.

“I trust that your first day terraforming was a success and that you had a splendid time, did you dear?” Calamatta stood up straight and let her tail unwind from her waist. “Y-Yes! I actually liked it alot!” She chirped and gulped abit, Vegeta scoffed and closed his eyes, only for Frieza to speak. “Oh, well you are not out of the woods yet my dear...no no.. You have one more task to prove to me before i let you do anything with the male populace for you to shake your pretty little tail at.”

He makes a face and a screen pops up on the window behind him. A massive green, blue and red planet popped up on the screen encircled by 2 rings and 2 moons. “You and Vegeta are to Terraform this planet on your own. I will give you a month to do it because this planet has highly hostile inhabitants.” Vegetas eyes snapped open and stared at the planet then to frieza. “You cant be serious? Why not just send me on my own then i can do it 3 weeks without the likes of a newbie.. No offence Calamatta but its just facts.” He crossed his arms. “Do this the both of you for me in a months worth of time and your pretty little primate will be out of my hands and in yours. Indefinitely. But if not i will be forced to use my own hand… and you dont want that Vegeta..” He grinned widely. His pointer finger extended toward the female Saiyan and she gulped upon seeing the beam charge at the tip of his digit.

Vegeta stepped infront of the female Saiyan and narrowed his eyes, his move was more instinctual than out of emotion. Calamatta never thought the prince would ever put himself in a position like this but here he was, his solid back to her front she peaked over his caped shoulder and looked at the tyrant who tilted his head. "Hehehe.. it seems ive struck a chord in you Vegeta.." "Not at all.. she's done nothing for you to raise that finger at her. I've made the decision and well go…" he clenches his fists, the material of his gloves made a noise. Calamatta could feel the princes frustration from how close he was to her… "to that planet… and well wipe it before the month even finishes.."

Frieza chuckled, "Good… i know you will fulfill your promise.. Calamatta you stay, dear.. Vegeta…" Calamatta straightened her back and tightened her tail around her waist. "You are dismissed.. i have a few things to discuss with her." Vegeta turned around and made eye contact with Calamatta, with a pitiful look in his eye.. like he knew she shouldn't be in this situation. "Bye, Vegeta." She said softly, causing the Emperor to briefly narrow his eyes, she kept her head forward. Vegeta said nothing as the door slid shut behind her. Leaving without a word and kind of making her heart sink abit. He grit his teeth and stormed down the hallway to a perplexed Raditz and Nappa.

“Calamatta, come little primate.” Frieza beckoned to her and snapped for one of his little cronies to bring something to him. Folded up in the hands of Dodoria himself. “Hello little Matta, hope you enjoy this little costume change.” She nodded to him and took the body suit and armor. “When would i expect to go to this planet?” SHe tilted her head and held the new suit, noticing theres not much too it, which made her really wary. “Ah ah, first things first alittle bit of information is more useful about the planet then when you and the simian prince will go.” Frieza quips looking at his shiny black claws. “The planets name is To-Rot, it is a giant habitable planet that im sure would be able to line your pockets quite nicely.”

Dodoria crossed his arms and quirked a brow at her, “Lord Frieza told you about the type of inhabitants to that planet right? Its not a walk in the park and I certainly wouldnt go alone... “ Calamatta gulped. “Now now, Dodoria. Do not frighten the girl. Who knows she could be the best of the 4 remaining Saiyans. We will see..” He gets out of his pod like seat and uses his tail to tip her chin up, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Run along and change and you may turn in for the evening… you both leave in 20 hours, when we arrive to the nearest solar system. From there you and Vegeta will go To-Rot.” Frieza chuckles to himself. “Fitting name dont you think? Ohohohohohoooo !!” He laughs and Calamatta turns and bows walking back to the saiyan chambers to change.

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#A Planet To Conquer Fic #vegeta #Calamatta~#dbz fanfiction #Pre Saiyan Saga #Frieza

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cheswirls · 3 years

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i had that surgery between posting abt tokrev and now n took a break from reading and so the first half of tenjiku arc is fuzzy BUT i did finish it today so heres an update, ~190 chapters in

ive been vague b4 but this one will DEF have spoilers im talking openly abt so if you havent finished tenjiku arc dont read anymoreeee

i think i started last time abt the emma ch so to start off this one w the emma ch bc. damn. i think besides being absolutely heartbreaking this cemented kisaki as not necessary the enemy, but as someone who has done wrong. kisaki has been the main villain this entire time, but i mentioned this last time, its different being told someone has done something vs seeing it. besides him n hanma beating up chifuyu, everything kisaki has done hasnt had any proof to it. even when he says something akin to ‘damn my plan is foiled’ its less admission when theres nothing to back it.

but emma changes that. now theres a homicide associated w kisaki. now theres a bad thing hes done right in front of the mc, and for all the viewers/readers to see. now hes equivocated w the death of emma.

i think emmas death matters for two reasons, and one more than the other. the first is the impact it has on mikey. its shown a few times now what death will do to him, like w shinichirou and baji, but w emma it hits different. im gonna contrast her and baji on both points, not to take away from baji’s death, but to add to emmas.

if im not mistaken a majority of baji scenes were only shown after his death. i think it worked and the valhalla arc was rly well structured, but what this left in turn was a sort of emptiness associated w baji dying. the readers didnt rly know him at all compared to some of the other toman captains, and it rly hadnt been shown yet wwhat his relationship w mikey was like. we see the effect it has in his rage towards kazu, and none of his grieving. even when at bajis grave, its chifuyu that gets a bigger focus than mikey. but w emma, it actively tears mikey up. he struggles to carry her to the hospital, hes visibly shaken when he tells takemichi shes grown cold, and hes absolutely dead inside when hina is crying at emmas corpse and drakon is yelling at him asking why he let it happen. it hits hard, and it shows, and it makes the impact that much harder, that she died in the past and theres no way tofix it. and the realization takemichi has right before, of ‘o yeah ive never seen grown emma come to think abt it’ then bam.

the second and much bigger point is the emotional impact is has on the reader. baji appears and is instantly a source of conflict. he outs himself from toman, he joins the enemy, he denounces chifuyu when questioned abt investigating kisaki. theres no reason to trust him n no reason to think he’ll turn back, and then only thing there is mikey saying he wants baji back.

emma had that amazing chapter not long before, and shes had a few focal points previously, like on her birthday, and on new years, etc. we’ve seen her as an individual first, then as mikey’s sister, and that makes a difference. seeing her even admitting izana was her brother rly hit different bc its emma, the emma that grew up w shin and mikey but had another life before that. that was the connection i kept making, even as izana explained he had more relation w shinichirou, bc it was mentioned by emma first, bc emma remembered him, after all those years. knowing izana was involved w her death made it hit harder. it hits harder in general bc its emma, someone whos been around since the beginning, and been explored more in depth. i felt sad when baji died, but i was destroyed and heartbroken when emma died.

which, going back, makes kisaki in turn absolutely despicable. deplorable. abhorrent. unforgivable. even more so when he shoots kaku, and then izana, thrice, and then izana dies. i still rly didnt. get? izanas motivations, but i started to feel for him thru mikey, when he realized it was izana shin meant when he asked abt a second older brother. kaku getting shot was unexpected and almost worse than emma in the moment, bc kisaki had a gun and even knives were kinda taboo weapons, guns were completely off the table, and he shot five times andinjured three people w every shot. im glad the tenjiku members that stayed behind told police abt kisaki bc the entire time he was running i was like um??? and even B4 that i was like hey no mikey you dont need to stay, yall jus nee to beat kisaki into submission n have him confess bc the gun is right there, the bullets are there, cmon now.

but then kisaki dies/????? the way its set up made me go crazy, thinkin someone did it purposely, but then the driver was a nobody, and then hes still alive after impact???? big surprise honestly. but then his arm n leg are emessed up, n he says he cant get up, n it took me a sec to realize he prolly lost coordination n not jus bc of one leg, like he prolly couldnt sit up at all, then he up n died rightthere.

b4 thattho, was the confirmation. i completely always thought kisaki wasnt a timeleaper, i thought takemichi made atheory but it was baseless, i didnt rly like it, and then the scene during the vs tenjiku when he says future stuff n kisakis like what?? are yiu talking abt??? BUT THEN then have their standoff in the same parking lot n kisaki says you are a timeleaper and i was like what? he can also??? but then he coudnt! he admitted, was like no in ever could, which means someone else is pulling strings if there is another timeleaper, andmy moneys on hanma, the only other one whos been around the whole time. maybe ill b surprised but i f its not him then theres not another one, imo.

kisaki dying caught me off guard. his whole ten year plan was absolutely nuts, ic ant believe he thought he could go up to hina n straight propose n she would say yes, like honestly would she even remember him at that point? regardless i knew from the cram school chapters that there was some connection there, but i didnt think hina dying was some jealousy-fueled hate revenge plot. wild. but now the “main” villain is dead so what goes from here? we willn see.

i am rly glad kaku made it out. tallying 3 deaths in the kanto incident was so confusing w emma being one of them but the reveal that kaku was alive was rly something. i hope more comes from him!! the setup between him n takemichi was rly rly nice!!!! i wanna see more

i am kinda sad abt coco, bc thesetup of takemichi protecting him from div5 was great, n inui is a permanant fixture in div1 now, so to see coco decide to split was kinda sad. hope he doesnt go down the wrong path. kinda expected to see more knowing how popular him n inui are?? but nontheless

and smiley and angry were so good!! souta and kawata are amazing and souta was not like what i was expecting at all, n now knowing that he cares a lot n is not rly a fighter but iss till in toman jus. rly speaks a lot abt mikeys judge of character n kawatas older brotherschtich that they would let him be vice of div4. seeing what kawata and mitsuya both did during tenjiku arc was rly nice.

and then hina telling drakon andmikey!!! surprised they believed, but it rly will mak things move now. for ex the gun scene where hes abt to shoot kisaki, rly ready to end it, but then hina n mikey rush in. i rly like that knowing that they both know this takemici is from the future, bc they panic but their faith in him isnt lost ,y’know? like they see him desperate, n drakon has a great line abt takemichi’s desperation, theyre not seeing their friend abt toshoot someone n freaking, n they wont judge his sense of character off of that,instead theyre seeing the desperation of someone who wants things to change, and know they can talk him out of it, or if not that then at least ,like, its not going to change what they think abt him. iunno jus. nice little detail i loved while reading that.

#i think thats it?#cant wait ot see whats next!#entering the current arc i think if theres around 210 chapters out now #ill post a final thoughts when im caught up !#ps if theres mistakes its bc my hand is giving out ignore them pls

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age regression ask: baby joohyun has separation anxiety and completely breaks down when wendy is away. it makes her think wendy doesn’t want her anymore and the thought of being alone absolutely terrified the poor baby. Wendy has to leave for a schedule overseas and the members try to make the baby feel better by dressing her in Wendy’s t shirts and letting her sleep in Wendy’s bed but nothing works until wendy comes home

oh, but writing this hurt me too.

the day of seungwan’s overseas schedule, joohyun wakes up to an empty bed, her last memory being of a lingering kiss to her forehead in the dark hours before sunrise. theres a dull ache that seems to squeeze her ribcage just the slightest bit, but joohyun decidedly ignores it as she drags herself out of bed, getting ready for her own day’s activities.

she’s quiet the whole morning, quieter than usual, and although no one says it out loud, the reason is obvious to everyone. though her members do it when she isn’t looking, joohyun can still feel the concerned glances they sneak at her, and it makes her all the more sullen, all the more tighter in her chest.

everyone goes their own ways for their separate schedules. joohyun is with seulgi for today, just a brief photoshoot that joohyun gets through with gritted teeth and a professionally blank mask contoured with heavy makeup. sensing her mood, seulgi takes over as the main speaker for the both of them, at the same time making sure to keep an arm wrapped around her when she can, as if she’s afraid joohyun will completely slip away without an anchor.

it doesn’t make her feel better. by the time they get home, joohyun is wrung out, feeling like she’s been slowly suffocating the entire day. she disappears down the hallway and her door shuts with a faint click. seulgi can only give sooyoung and yerim a small, helpless shrug at their worried looks.

around time for dinner, it’s almost unsurprising that joohyun doesn’t emerge from her room. the three of them exchange glances with one another around the table before sooyoung silently stands and goes to check on her.

she knocks once, twice, tentatively calls joohyun’s name, but theres no answer. finally, with a resigned “unnie, i’m coming in,” sooyoung slowly opens the door.

light from the hallway floods into the dark of the room, but its in the reflected colors from the projector against the adjacent wall that sooyoung makes out a small, familiar figure curled up at the foot of the bed, half-lidded eyes fixated on the film that’s playing.

sooyoung opens her mouth, but then closes it again, uncertain. taking care not to make any sudden movements, sooyoung slowly sits down against the bed, thigh brushing joohyun’s knee.

for a few minutes, neither of them move, and sooyoung stares at the film even though she isn’t really watching it. she isn’t sure what to say. she can hear joohyun’s quiet breathing next to her.

but eventually, her patience is rewarded, and the bed dips with movement before sooyoung feels joohyun climbing into her lap. her arms automatically wrap around the smaller girl as she tucks her head underneath sooyoung’s chin, and theres a shaky sigh against the side of her neck as joohyun slumps limply against her.

just to confirm it, sooyoung softly whispers an inquiring, “hyunnie?” as she cards her fingers through joohyuns hair. theres an answering noise muffled into her skin that causes sooyoung to soften and tighten her protective hold.

sooyoung rocks her quietly for a bit, rubbing soothing circles against joohyun’s back while her gaze rests on the projector screen. now that joohyun has ended up regressing, she knows the next few days aren’t going to be easy for four of them. she just isn’t sure what exactly to expect. or what any of them can really do besides waiting for seungwan to return.

sooyoung takes a breath, shutting off the projector with the nearby remote. “come on, hyunnie, lets go eat dinner,” she murmurs, and she stands from the bed with joohyun securely in her arms, who whimpers in weak protest against her. sooyoung doesnt stop moving even when she feels joohyun petulantly kicking her feet. “i know you’re not hungry, but you can’t skip, baby.”

by the time sooyoung returns to the dining room, joohyun is slumped against her shoulder in defeat, sucking on her thumb for comfort as yerim dashes to fill another bowl with food and seulgi clears a spot at the table for the two of them. sooyoung sits them both down in the chair seulgi pulls out for her, then carefully lifts joohyun up to situate her with her back against sooyoung’s chest.

it’s a lot of movement. joohyun looks a little overwhelmed for a second, but they’re all familiar people to her, and so she only makes a soft, anxious noise that seulgi is quick to soothe with gentle murmurs of reassurance. sooyoung bounces her in her lap until she settles down.

yerim, seated next to them, holds out a spoonful of soup toward joohyun. “hyunnie, can you open your mouth for me?” she asks softly, but joohyun lets out a small whine, shaking her head and turning her face into sooyoung’s shirt.

there’s guilt in all of them from having to force her to do things, but concern overpowers it all. sooyoung knows joohyun isn’t in the right state of mind to be rational, which means they all have to be for her.

“hyun,” sooyoung whispers, giving her hand a small squeeze. “you have to eat at least a little. seungwannie would get worried if you didn’t.”

its the right motivation. but joohyun’s eyes still water with the mention of the only missing person, even as she reluctantly opens her mouth. the dinner table is quiet as yerim feeds her and sooyoung and seulgi watch on with careful attention.

after she’s fed the last spoonful, joohyun sticks her thumb back in her mouth and closes her eyes. her shoulders tremble as she begins to cry quietly.

“i’ve got her,” yerim quickly says, taking joohyun into her arms from sooyoung’s lap. she tucks joohyuns head against her shoulder as joohyun sniffles weakly against her neck, cheeks wet with tears. then she gets up, moving away from the dining table to go rock her to sleep.

seulgi and sooyoung watch her leave before beginning to clean up.

—

for the next few days, seulgi is in charge of keeping seungwan up to date on joohyun through text. it’s mostly seungwan badgering her with question upon question over how joohyun’s doing or if she’s eaten or if she’s sleeping well, all of which seulgi tries her best to patiently answer.

seungwan also sends her photos, videos, and voice messages of herself which she says are for joohyun, but when she had tried showing joohyun one of them, it had done the complete opposite of what it was intended to do.

“why did she start crying again?” seulgi asks, bewildered and anguished, as yerim bounces an anxiously whimpering joohyun in her arms, softly cooing and dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue.

sooyoung pats seulgi on the shoulder reassuringly, her other hand pinching her nose as she furrows her eyebrows in contemplation. “i don’t think she understands why she can see seungwan-unnie on a screen, but she isn’t here in front of her,” she eventually guesses with a sigh.

the three of them spend practically all of their time at home, taking turns caring for joohyun as they wait for seungwan to finish the last red velvet schedule before their official break. joohyun has never been a difficult little to handle, but the complications of this particular dilemma cause her regressed quirks to become especially complex in a way they haven’t been before.

for one, joohyun is even quieter than when she’s big. she cries silently, to the point where, after a particularly bad accident a few years ago, the members know she can end up choking on her tears if no one is there to pay attention. she’s too small to even talk. most of her time awake is spent suckling on her paci as she’s cuddled against one of the members, too anxious and tired to be fully conscious.

its worrying, this time around. its as if joohyun is just being pulled deeper into her regressed state the longer she goes without seungwan.

“lets let her sleep in seungwan-unnie’s room,” yerim proposes the next day, after a fitful night spent struggling to soothe joohyun to sleep in her own bed. sooyoung readily agrees as seulgi’s face lights up with an idea, and she dashes off down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with an armload of items that evidently belong to seungwan.

“manen,” sooyoung grins as she takes the stuffed animal from seulgi’s arms, and joohyun peeks at it from where her face is tucked against yerim’s neck.

there’s a muffled noise that comes from behind her paci as she makes a grabby hand toward the familiar cartoon squirrel. sooyoung coos, acquising and bringing manen close enough so joohyun can hug it with one arm, pressing her face into the soft fur and seeming to breathe in its scent. the sight makes all three of them immediately soften; even regressed, joohyun still has the same odd, yet endearing characteristics.

“wannie’s clothes too,” seulgi finally says, drawing sooyoung and yerim’s attention back to the bundle of stuff in her arms. “we can change hyunnie into one of her shirts and wrap her in wannie’s other things. stuff that smells like her.”

“that’s a good idea,” yerim says. “sooyoung-unnie, help me change her?”

and really, for a while it does seem to work. joohyun makes soft gurgling noises from behind her paci as she brings the sleeve of seungwan’s hoodie up to her nose, eyelashes fluttering in contentment. her feet kick lazily for a bit as she rests against seulgi’s chest, quiet and subdued as seulgi begins humming her to sleep.

but she still wakes up a few hours later, feebly shaking her head and hiccuping with quiet cries as her nose runs. and she still whimpers pitifully while her tiny body is wracked with harsh sobs, trembling despite whose arms she’s gently cradled in.

it hurts to watch, to feel so powerless to help soothe her. seungwan’s texts come in fits and bursts that are obviously made in the sparse minutes between her busy schedule, and seulgi can feel the pure, growing distress in each of them that is mirrored by the members at home—by joohyun the most.

“she’s going to get sick if she keeps this up,” yerim whispers worriedly to seulgi, after joohyun has cried herself to sleep again in sooyoung’s arms. “she doesn’t do anything but cry and sleep. and she’s hardly eating.”

“what else is there to do,” seulgi says helplessly, pressing her hands against her eyes until they ache. “she only wants wannie.”

the worst thing, though, is that joohyun doesn’t throw fits. she doesn’t thrash around or throw a tantrum like most small children. joohyun tips past her breaking point quietly.

she just gives up.

by the third day, they know something has changed overnight. joohyun is silent in seulgi’s arms like usual, but she’s also a paler, feverish shade, and her half-lidded eyes are dull and glazed over. she slumps lifelessly against seulgi’s chest, barely moving save for her shallow breaths. when her chest is suddenly wracked by a harsh coughing fit and her paci almost falls from her mouth, seulgi frantically calls for sooyoung and yerim, who both come rushing into the living room.

they feed her some medicine. joohyun is too tired at this point to even try putting up a fight.

when seulgi bathes her that night, joohyun is woozy with exhaustion as she leans tiredly into her touch. the water is lukewarm against her clammy, sickly warm skin. its only once seulgi is about to pull her out of the water and wrap her in a towel that she realizes joohyun has fallen asleep.

—

on the fourth day, joohyun sleeps throughout the entire morning and past noon.

“its been over twelve hours, we need to wake up her up and let her eat something,” yerim murmurs. she sits down against the side of seungwan’s bed, gently cupping joohyun’s cheek with a small smile. “hyunnie?”

when joohyun doesn’t stir, yerim lightly tickles her neck, then taps her shoulder and gives it a small shake. but there’s no reaction. and the smile slowly slips off yerim’s face.

“she’s not waking up,” yerim whispers nervously, before sooyoung quickly appears by her side, shaking joohyun’s shoulder a little rougher and calling her name in a louder, frantic voice. seulgi bites down on her tongue and tastes a hint of blood in her mouth, frozen to the spot and unable to look away.

its after a few tense seconds of increased shaking and eerie stillness that joohyun finally lets out a small cough, head lolling to the side. her eyes flutter open just the slightest bit, foggy and disoriented; she’s barely conscious.

“oh, oh jeez,” yerim wheezes in relief as sooyoung hurriedly moves forward to hoist joohyun up into her arms. seulgi steps out of the room to wipe at her eyes as they fill with tears.

“we can’t tell seungwan-unnie,” is all sooyoung says in a tight, choked voice, lightly thumping against joohyun’s back to help her cough, help her breathe. “she’d panic.”

—

seulgi wakes up from her fitful nap in the late evening, sitting up from the couch as her hand automatically reaches for her phone, only to remember that she left it in her room. when she fetches it from beside her bed, her mouth is open in a tired yawn as she opens her notifications, only to freeze with wide eyes at the text messages and several missed calls on her screen.

“oh,” seulgi says in a stunned voice, and as if on cue, she hears the front door being unlocked and sliding open. when she scrambles out into the living room, she sees seungwan shrugging her coat off in the same move to kick off her shoes, hair disheveled and face flushed from exertion.

her gaze swings toward seulgi, eyes wild and frantic, and seulgi swallows heavily. “where’s she,” seungwan asks in a low voice.

they both turn at the sound from the hallway. yerim is standing there with joohyun cradled against her chest.

it takes a few moments, but when joohyun’s half-lidded eyes finally begin to recognize what she’s seeing, they quickly water and spill over with tears, and joohyun’s mouth finally opens in the loudest cry in days.

seungwan doesn’t waste a second longer. her demeanor completely flips as she takes her from an all-too-eager yerim, cooing soft reassurances as she bounces joohyun up and down in her arms. “i’ve got you, hyunnie, wannie’s here now. wannie’s got you.”

joohyun’s cries are loud and heart-wrenching, but in comparison to the frightening state of silence of these past few days, it’s honestly a welcoming sound. seulgi rubs at her eyes as sooyoung slings a comforting arm around her shoulders.

there’s a strangled noise as joohyun chokes on a sob and almost dry heaves, clutching desperately onto seungwan as she noses against her skin. seungwan remains calm and composed, continues to hold joohyun through it all. “its okay, let it out, hyunnie,” seungwan gently murmurs, planting a soft kiss against the side of her head.

sooyoung tugs yerim closer to her, then guides the three of them toward the front door. “lets give them some space,” she murmurs. “besides, we haven’t been outside the dorm in ages.”

the last image they see before the door closes is of seungwan slowly rocking joohyun in her arms around the living room as joohyun breathes tiredly into her neck, finally at ease.

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hardyshoe · 4 years

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benefits- a roger Taylor series

part four

warnings- pregnancy and language

a/n; another chapter? yes indeed, I have far too much time on my hands and I enjoy writing this series even though its not any good.

*phone ringing*

“hello, is this miss y/l/n?”

“yes it it”

“just calling to confirm your appointment today at 2.”

“uh yeah thats good”

“wonderful we’ll se you later then”

you'd been waiting for the call for the last week, no earlier appointments were available. so in the meantime you'd been alone, well not quite you had the company of the baby but judging by your guesses it could only be about 6 ish weeks old. it felt funny knowing there was a little thing inside of you and found your hands resting on your still flat stomach from time to time.

mary had promised to come with you to the doctors, she’d been wonderful the last few days and stayed true to her promise of not telling anyone. she came around one thirty to pick you up and the two of you made your way the the hospital on the tube.

it took everything in you not to hurl at the smell of the cheese and onion crisps the man next to you was eating. your stomach had been awful, not letting you keep a thing down other than plain popcorn and celery. this caused you to loose a bit of weight and you'd fainted the day prior from hunger. it wasn't good for you or the baby but you couldnt keep throwing up four times a day.

the waiting room of the clinic was full of women with their husbands cradling round stomachs and ultrasound pictures, your heart longed to be like that with roger. you had to stop thinking like that it wasn't doing you any good. a little boy ran up to you and Mary wanting to show off his action figures and you'd normally have played along but for some reason the exited look in his eye made you want to cry. the boys mother came and took him away and apologised to you just as your name was called.

“miss y/l/n please.”

smoothing your shirt as you stood up you began to walk over to the exam room where everything would be 100% confirmed, no doubt.

“good afternoon miss, I'm doctor Maria. how are you?” she had a smile on her gentle face which calmed you down a little.

“im not great if I'm being honest, I can't keep any food down and I've never Benn more restless”

“well thats very common, the sickness should subside at about 12 weeks. and is the father here?”

that question. you knew it would come at some point but you didn't know how to answer. thankfully Mary saw the pained look in your eyes and stepped in, “he actually doesn't know and its not a good time to tell him unfortunately”

“thats alright, no worries. now y/n when was your last period?”

“oh um I actually don't know, id not really keep track. maybe a couple moths ago”

“well we can probably get a good idea from the scan so take a seat and we’ll take a look”

you were a little reluctant in your movements but soon eased into the exam table, happy to rest for a bit.

“cold gel alright?” you nodded and hissed at the coolness on your abdomen.

it was silent at first but after a minute a sound like a train ripping past filled the room, and a blurry grey image popped up on the monitor. you couldn't tell what was meant to be what and for a while no one said anything, the doctor looked like she was seeing something that neither you or Mary were.

Mary could see you were panicking a bit and asked the doctor what was wrong “is everything alright? you look worried”

“oh yes everything’s alright, y/n how far along do you think you are?”

“um 6 weeks maybe?” you were going solely of when you and roger last fucked and you'd read somewhere it takes a week or so for the egg to get fertilised and settle, though really you had no idea.

“ right well your actually about 11 weeks along”

“what!?” that seemed impossible. if that were true then you had been pregnant nearly three months and roger had knocked you up a while before he left.

“yeah I'm surprised you haven't started to show yet”

this confused you as you were under the impression women didn't normally start showing until the second trimester. Mary spoke up and seconded your thoughts.

“well yes that is normally the case but if you look here,” she moves the scanner on your stomach and pointed to something unrecognisable on the screen. “theres actually two babies in there”

you went blank at her words. sure you could handle one baby on your own, it was an even match but two? there was so much going on in your head. if roger wouldn't accept one how the hell would he want two. how would you afford two babies on your small income. where would two babies and their things fit in you tiny one bedroom flat? and how on earth wo-

“y/n? did you hear me?”

“huh? no I'm sorry I zoned out” your throat was dry and you wanted to cry again.

“I said its too early to tell the genders but they are both healthy and keep eating as much as you can. you should start showing in a few weeks and I’ve booked you in for an appointment at 20 weeks so ill see you then”

that was it, you left the doctors office and went home on the tube with Mary. neither of you said anything, there was nothing to be said. the whole situation just got a hell of a lot more intense; not only were you basically at the end of your first trimester but you were having twins, and roger didn't even know you were pregnant. fuck why couldn't you just stop thinking about him, he didn't care, probably hadn't even crossed his mind.

-a few weeks later-

the doctor was right, you did start showing and rather rapidly. you'd had to go buy new cloths already and sleeping was getting more uncomfortable. on the bright side though your morning sickness had subsided and you'd even felt a few kicks from the babies at about 16 weeks. you were 19 weeks along now and nearing the next appointment, you'd find out the genders of the babies you actually gotten very attached to. you were careful with what you ate and avoided anything dangerous to yourself, this included lifting heavy things so despite the want you couldn't rearrange your flat to make it more homely.

roger still hadn't called, you resented him for it. he didn't know of course how could he? but you longed to pick up the phone to him cheeky voice again. the radio no longer got played in your flat because every time you turned it on one go queens would play and you'd start crying. they were over half way through the tour and when they got back you be coming up to seven months along, the thought made you shudder. you were already big and by then you be huge. but if everything went to plan he'd still have no idea.

through it all Mary had been a saint, she brought you groceries and cloths when you continued to outgrow the new ones. you didn't want to leave the house for fear of bumping into someone, having the conversation about the father and how far along you were was just a bit too much, god back on roger again.

it was all a bit much to be honest and soon enough you'd start nesting and then all of what little savings you had would be gone on baby things. in two days you'd be 20 weeks, halfway through and it seemed like you'd never make it. not with the amount of times you doubted yourself or told yourself you wouldn't be a good mother or that you mess up and wouldn't be able to handle it. the time was going a little too fast for you to keep up.

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor series #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor #queen band #brian may #john deacon #Fred Mercury

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years

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Baby Love - Part 5

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

The car was silent as i sat staring at the scan photo, i had just come out from seeing my doctor and having everything confirmed. Chris and i had both cried when we saw the image on the screen and then we heard the heart beat!

"You okay?" Chris asked reaching out and taking hold of one of my hands.

"Yeah I'm good" i smiled giving his hand a reassuring squeeze "just taking it all in you know..... this is our baby!"

"Our perfect little bean" he grinned brigig my hand up to place a kiss on the back of my hand.

"Sure is"

"So i was thinking, we should tell people"

"What.... who?"

"Well my family for starters, anyone you wanna tell?"

"You know i dont talk to my family Chris, i not telling them anything. Aint we supposed to wait for 3 months before blabbing?"

"Says who?"

"Everyone! Theres more risk of things going wrong in the first 12 weeks"

"Well your already at 8 and the doctor said everything looks great"

"That doesn't mean things cant go wrong! Chris your family don't even know we're more than friends! We cant just drop this on them"

"Ok so we'll go visit, we'll tell them we're together now and then in a few weeks we'll tell them about the baby. Sound good?"

2 days later i was sat at the kitchen table in the Evans family home talking to Chris's mom Lisa, Chris had been constantly fussing over me causing Lisa to look at us suspiciously.

"Okay, whats going on with you two?"

"Nothing...."

"Christopher dont lie to me"

"im not!" he said quickly before laughing nervously, for an actor he sure wasnt being very convincing!

"oh my god Evans just tell her already, your not fooling anyone with that nervous laughter of yours" i rolled my eyes playfully.

"tell me what?? Whats going on?"

"Y/N's pregnant" he blurted out making me freeze all movements, i swear i stopped breathing for a second..... did he really just do that?!!

"What?? Oh my god sweetheart thats great news!" Lisa beamed getting up from her chair and wrapping her arms around me "congratulations"

"I cant believe you just said that....." i mumbled looking at Chris who finally realised i had meant for him to tell his mom we were dating not that i was pregnant!

"I didnt even know you were seeing anyone"

"See thats the thing Lisa...."

"Its mine mom" Chris spoke up, Lisa let go of me and turned to face her son looking very confused.

"You got Y/N pregnant?...."

"Yeah, we're together now. Have been for a while"

"But you never said anything....."

"We wanted to make sure it was gonna work out before telling anyone, then when i was away filming Y/N got sick"

"Thought it was flu, turns out im pregnant" i shrugged like it wasnt a big thing.

"When you were filming.... but that was months ago" Lisa looked at Chris with wide eyes, he was nodding with a smile plastered on his face.

"Im about 8 weeks along, we only got it confirmed with the doctor 2 days ago. I was convinced the test was wrong.... but here, this is your grandchild" i said taking the scan photo from my bag and handing it to her. Lisa held a hand over her mouth as her eyes filled with tears, i looked at Chris nervously.... were these good tears or was she upset that her son got me pregnant??

"Mom you okay?" Chris asked

"Yeah. Im just..... this is such good news. I always said you two should be together, i told your sisters and Scott hundreds of times that Y/N was perfect for you" she gushed "they said it would never happen, that Y/N already put up with you enough" she laughed.

"That is true" i nodded before laughing along with her.

"hey!" he whined pouting like a sulking child that just made me laugh even more.

"awww i didnt mean it, i love spending time with you"

"I dont believe you now"

"What, the fact i spend most of my time with you when your not away filming isnt proof enough huh?"

"Fair point" he laughed pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the forehead.

"you two are so cute"

"Oh mom please stop, dont make this weird"

"Im sorry, im just so happy for you both. You wait until the others hear about this! Your dad will be over the moon Chris and your sisters and Scott.... when are you going to tell them?"

"Um i dont know..... we kinda wanted to wait for the 3 months to pass before we anounced anything"

"You can tell your family babe, i just dont want it being public knowledge yet. Im not ready to deal with that stress, its not good for the baby and you know im gonna get hate from some of your fans"

"Oh sweetie im sure it wont be that bad..." Lisa started to say until i scoffed

"I got so much hate online when i first got spotted out with Chris, until it became public knowledge that i was just his best friend. Can you imagine the reaction me being pregnant will get?? The thought of it actually terrifies me"

"Maybe we can try to keep it under wraps, no one ever has to know"

"Thats crazy mom, how am i going to do that? We cant keep Y/N locked away for the next 7 months, she's not gonna be able to hide it for much longer and Im eventually going to be seen out with my kid"

"I know honey, its just times like this i wish you werent famous. I want you to be able to enjoy this time..... both of you"

"We're gonna do our best do that".

As i walked out of the bathroom wearing one of Chris's t-shirts he smiled instantly.

"What?"

"Your wearing one of my shirts again?"

"So?.... your shirts are comfy" i shrugged getting into bed beside him.

"Im not going to have any clean shirts the rate your going sweetheart"

"Maybe its part of my plan, if you don't have clean shirts then you'll have to go without"

"Oh right is that what it is?" He chuckled pulling me into his arms so that my back was to his chest.

"Maybe a little" i laughed quietly "so today went well..."

"Yeah my mom was over the moon" he agreed pressing kisses to my neck "im sorry i blurted out about the baby, i honestly thought thats what you meant"

"Its fine"

"So your not mad?"

"Of course not" i replied stroking his arm that was wrapped around my waist "now go to sleep, im exhausted" we both chuckled and kissed goodnight.

After a few moments of silence i felt Chris shifting around, he usually did this when something was on his mind.

"What is it?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Nothing, go to sleep sweetheart"

"Evans i cant sleep when you keep fidgeting, spill it.... whats on your mind?" I turned around in his arms so that i was facing him.

"You know i have that Charity Event next week?"

"Yeah..."

"Would you come with me?....not just as my best friend, i want people to know that your my girlfriend".

Baby love tags:

@jennmurawski13 @mybabyboytony

@ms-betsy-fangirl @vampgirl1997

@ajosieface @afuckingshituniverse

@chmedic @esoltis280 @southerngracela

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #babylove #friendstolovers #steve rogers

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sophiet-x · 4 years

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Theres only one word left to sing, Goodbye.

So, as I stated in the ooc blog, I’ve been dealing with this ever since the Sophie pregnancy rumors started. I don’t want Sophie to have any children, at least not for now, because my Sophie is not in a mentally stable place to have any kids, so I’m always very sure to mention the fact that she’s on contraception if it ever comes up, because that’s just the way I wanted her to go.

This is gonna get long, so go grab yourself a cup of coffee or a can of diet Coke, some snacks and read along if you can even be assed to.

I was approached by the main when I made a joke of it to please not talk about it until they decided what they wanted to do about the rule of making people keep or not keep their babies. Let it be known that there’s a person in this roleplay who, a while back, had this same situation where her real life celebrity became pregnant and asked the main if she could keep the baby, and was told no because it would be unfair to all the people who had been waiting for baby plots. When I brought this up, they said it was their mistake at the time, and that they were now enforcing it as a rule and had denied the request plenty of times. So this isn’t something that’s been going on for ages, it’s been only a couple of months back. So I waited, staying off the topic unless it was brought up, until I was told very quickly that I’d be forced to keep the baby because it was disrespectful to the celebrity and the baby and that it was in the rules of the group. I tried exploring options (adoptions, pregnancy complications and others I won’t mention because even though they’re real things that really happen, they may be triggering), but was told that none of them would work, that I’d have to keep the baby, and the baby would have to be Joe’s (not an NPC) because if in the future we ever had a Joe, it would be disrespectful and complicated to work around it. I respected their decision, because I’ve always been nothing but accommodating to whatever the main says because I understand this is their group, and if I’m in it, I have to follow the rules. It’s something I accepted and it’s something I understand as a person. I was offered the chance to switch and swap storylines with someone else, which was nice of them because until November I think I’m out of switches, but I declined because Sophie is my baby, and I wasn’t gonna do anything until the pregnancy was either confirmed or dismissed.

I chose to keep playing Sophie as she was, ignoring the pregnancy because it hadn’t been officially announced, and just playing her out like I was. But nobody was saying anything from her team, and pictures that came out kept hinting towards the fact that she was undoubtably pregnant, so it came to a point where I’m having stress dreams and panic induced anxiety attacks because I don’t know where my own character may be going. I’ve talked it over with people, I’ve gotten plenty of opinions, so last night I sent the main a message listing all the reasons why I saw that this new disposition of making me keep the baby was not only disrespectful to me and to my whole character development, but it was also godmodding me and other people in my storyline when forced to “get creative” and accommodate the new child into Sophie’s storyline. I sent this in hopes that all my reasons would make them see, but I got a reply today basically saying that it’s an extension to the rules that exist today about not eliminating any real life children, that it was implied from the beginning and that they understood that it was changing my storyline, but they said that there’s many celebrities that don’t show their children and that’s not saying they’re bad parents (so if Sophie were to have the baby and send it off to Joe and never mention it and act as if the baby didn’t happen, she’s clearly not a bad parent, she just ignores her child and doesn’t even reference it, spends all her time away from it and doesn’t recognize it exists), but in the end, they’d be happy to allow me the creativity I need to make sure I can fit this into my storyline but sticking to their terms and conditions. That they hadn’t changed their decision and hoped I respected it. Which I do.

Granted, this now meant that the whole plot I’d been working on with Faith, our Aaron, was now rendered useless, because they’ve been talking for the better part of three months now, Sophie hadn’t had sex with anyone beforehand and even if she had and had fallen pregnant, she wouldn’t have kept it a secret from Aaron, and if Aaron had found out, he wouldn’t have gotten with Sophie. So this either meant that if I wanted to keep my that had been developing organically, I had to force Aaron to be the baby’s father, or I had to make Sophie a liar and destroy both our characters in the making. Easy to say, Faith said no to this, which I not only accept but understand and share, so that would be three months of my character development down the drain. (this has all been cleared by Faith, I’m not putting any words into anyone’s mouth).

So after all of this and a lot of thinking, I’ve decided I can no longer stay in a group where I don’t have control of my characters. Even though they are based on real people, we’re not playing them. We’re not controlling them, we don’t claim to be them or act on their behalf, they’re just characters with their faces and names. If you don’t like seeing it that way, then I respect you, but that’s just what I see them. Shells of people we admire to fill up with a storyline that makes us happy, keeping it as close as possible when we can but also being respectful of all the time we’ve put into them.

I’ve learned that groups are like countries, with bodies that make decisions and people who live in them. As much as we’re consulted on some things to vote, big decisions are made in a small round table between a few people who vote and decide on what to do by themselves, which is a respectable way of living in a democratic order and not chaos, and we get no say in them. And as a person living in that country, you can either stick to the rules, ask nicely for them to be changed if you don’t agree or move along. I’ve stuck to all of the rules, I’ve asked nicely for them to be changed when I don’t agree with something, and upon receiving an answer I’m not comfortable with, I’m moving aside. Roleplays are supposed to be a fun, stress free place, and with this new rule, I find myself not being comfortable, so I’m simply moving along to a place where I do feel comfortable and where I feel like rules are more fair.

As is said on the ooc blog, to the handfuls of people I love dearly here, you all know who you are and I won’t name names, I hope life can make us find each other again, either on roleplays or in real life, I’ve learned so much about you and am so happy to call some of you close and dear friends who I’ve shared more of my life than most of the people I see on a daily basis. I’m always available on Discord, my personal or WhatsApp, where I’ll happily tell you where you can find me most often and hopefully see you very soon.

And to all the people with characters here who are getting near the age bracket of having a baby in real life (because if this rule applies to women, it better apply to men too), here’s to hoping they don’t get pregnant if you don’t want to, because you’ll be having to flex your creative muscles to help life find a way.

With so much love and affection,

Charlie.

PS: I’m leaving my small/not message on how I think it’s a lack of respect that the main was making me keep Sophie’s baby down there, because I think it’s something that adds to the tale. If anyone wants any of my messages, let me know and I’ll happily share them. I won’t share any screenshots of the mains responses out of respect for them.

Hi guys, So, I’ve been thinking a lot about the whole pregnancy situation with Sophie, and since it hasn’t been announced yet (and knowing how private Joe and Sophie are they may not even announce it until they have to, which could be after the quarantine and we don’t even know when that will end), I just wanted to ask you again, to please reconsider the previous decision you’d made about making me keep Sophie’s baby.

Firstly, I understand how you’re trying to respect the celebrity and the child, but I think as much as you’re respecting them in their real life, you’re disrespecting me and all the work and development I’ve put Sophie through. She’s been here since the start, almost two years, where she’s been through so long, made so many connections and had so many points that have turned her into who she is today with all of her decisions, her life choices and what she wants and doesn’t want from life. This is my Sophie, much like each of your own characters is your own, and you’ve shaped them through time in what they like, don’t like, want and don’t want.

Secondly, making me do this would be godmodding my character into doing something I don’t want. I know it’s not a character that would be doing the godmodding, but it’s having a God figure magically implanting something into my character that I don’t want. I thought this roleplay was born to avoid stuff like that, to have a fun place to feel safe and not pressured by anyone.

Thirdly, it would be inconsistent with the timeline Sophie has, especially with the whole Coronavirus situation that the group is following. Sophie hasn’t been with anyone for a long time, and for the past couple of months, she’s been with Aaron, not officially but with feelings, so she hasn’t exactly been sleeping around. And seeing as COVID will probably keep everything on lockdown at least until August or September, it won’t be realistic because Aaron would be the only option for a father. Faith and I have already talked about it, and that’s not a direction she wants to take Aaron in, so I won’t force her to have the baby be Aaron’s. But it still doesn’t make sense for her to magically fall pregnant of a one night stand she had with Joe or anyone else, because that would alter her personality and the storyline I have now, and again, that’s godmodding and that’s unfair to me and disrespectful to me and my character. Plus, since we don’t know when this will be announced, we may be writing all of their character and relationship development for nothing, because we would just have to erase it to make the whole new storyline of the baby fit, which I don’t want to do.

This has been filling me with anxiety, I’ve literally been having anxiety attacks and haven’t been able to sleep just thinking about the future because as much as I wanna keep writing Sophie like the fun spirit she is and everyone seems to like writing with, and being in this group, because I love it and I love being here, I can’t keep developing a character that from one day to another, will change drastically if the pregnancy gets announced and I’m forced to keep the baby.

I really hope this helps you rethink the choice you’ve made a few months back, because Sophie is my favorite character here, I love her and the connections she’s made, and I’d hate to have to erase everything and change her whole demeanor just for one new rule.

Thanks for reading,

Charlie.

#ooc is ooc #a goodbye note and some explanations as to why i've made my decisions <3

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petertingle-yipyip · 5 years

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Hybrids Pt. 2 - Tyler Lockwood/Klaus Mikaelson

//Requested: OMG! i loved 'hybrids' so much and i really want part two, i loved it, you are da best😎 // - // @cinthias-corner : May I request a part 2?//

//Part One//

//Pairings: Klaroline, Stelena mention, Tyler x Reader. Warnings: Language and soft Tyler :) Tag List : @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss //

More or less than a month had passed since you had confessed your love for Tyler. Your heart had dropped when he said exactly what you were afraid of, what he knew you were afraid of.. That everything would change.

You figured he didn’t say it on purpose to hurt you or anything. But your mind and your heart didn’t want to give him the chance. You began avoiding Tyler after that. It was obvious and you knew it. He had your whole heart in his hands and that was too much for you to handle. You felt all too vulnerable around him. Which was why you weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t face either of them, really.

Things with Klaus weren’t the easiest either. Now that you were avoiding Tyler, Klaus saw it as his best opportunity to swoop in and mend your broken heart. It was more for your benefit than his, but it was still hard considering you weren't hesitant to shut him down. But the thing was... your heart wasn’t exactly broken. Not yet at least, thanks to your newfound fear of facing Tyler.

The decade dance. It was the 20's and Klaus intended to be there, with you and Tyler in tow. As hesitant as you were, you knew you could escape and be with the girls for most of the night. Klaus had laid out clothes for the both of you, insisting that you would have no idea how to appropriately match the timeframe.

As soon as the three of you entered the school, you slipped into the crowd and found your friends. They instantly picked up on your emotions and carefully asked you questions in regards to Tyler.

"And he laughed, believe it or not." You said in annoyance. It was like a weight was lifted, finally being able to talk about what had been nagging in the forefront of your mind. "It wasn't a bust a gut laugh, more of a chuckle, but still."

"He laughed!?" Caroline exclaimed in shock. "What an ass.. God, why did I ever date him?" She laughed.

"You're telling me.." You agreed, ignoring the pain in your chest when she mentioned their past. It didn't necessarily bother you that she had dated Tyler in that few months between Tyler becoming a hybrid and you becoming a hybrid. They were both happy, and that's all you could ask for, but it stung a little that she had been with him, knowing your feelings for him.

"Obviously, I didn't mean to say it. I'd been hiding that from him forever and it just kind of came out. I was just trying to take a cheap shot at Klaus." You continued.

"Did Tyler actually say anything about it or was the laugh it?" Elena asked, probably loving being involved in relationship drama other than her own.

"He said that it changes everything." You winced for effect.

"Everything?" They asked in unison.

"Everything." You confirmed.

"Excuse me, ladies." You heard Klaus say from over your shoulder. You turned and sighed internally. So much for escaping with the girls. "Caroline, would you like to dance?"

She tried to hide her smile but you all saw it. She nodded slightly, faking a sigh of annoyance, and stepped around the table to take Klaus' outstretched hand.

"And Y/N.." Klaus said before whisking Caroline away. "Keep him out of trouble, would you?"

Once they walked away, Tyler walked up to you. With a deep sigh, you greeted him with a tight smile. Glancing to the side, you saw Elena and Bonnie slip away, motioning for you to talk to him.

"Hey, Y/N." He said softly, standing in the now open spot next to you.

"Hey, Ty." You replied with an awkward nod.

"I guess what you said a while back really knocked Klaus down a peg." He commented.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned.

"That." He pointed to Klaus and Caroline dancing. "He's backed off you completely."

"Oh that!" You exclaimed in realization. "Yeah, but I think it was more to annoy us than any real substance. But let's admit it. I'm amazing." You teased, trying to be normal around him after a month of distance. "Plus Caroline would never admit it but she does like him. A lot, actually." You chuckled.

"You're alright." He teased in return, nudging you slightly. "Besides, she's probably the only woman on earth that does." He joked.

"Honestly!" You laughed. "His own sister can barely stand him!"

He laughed with you and everything felt like it did a month ago. No life changing confessions. Neither of us avoiding the other. It felt the way it should being with him, it was light and normal. It was comfortable.. It was everything you had been missing.

"This was a whole set up, wasn't it?" You asked, still amused at the jokes you made at Klaus' expense. "Luring the girls away so I would have to talk to you? And you even managed to get Klaus in on it."

"Well, how else was I supposed to talk to you?" He challenged with a smile. "It was actually his idea since you've been avoiding me for a month."

"Yikes... That obvious, huh?" You laughed a little, knowing it was.

"Just a little, yeah." He replied.

"Huh." You muttered in realization. "Y'know, I didn't think everything would change, after that day.. But it did. And maybe it only changed because I made it change." You said out loud. "I forced exactly what I didn't want."

"No, Y/N. It wasn't fair for me to say that, especially since you had told me that's what you were afraid of." Tyler argued gently.

"Oh, I said that out loud." You nodded a little. "No, in all seriousness Lockwood, I freaked out. I wasn't ready to tell you for multiple reasons and I-"

"Wait, what reasons?" He interjected.

"What?" You asked, not registering what he had said.

He chuckled before responding. "Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"Oh.. Well, first off, you're you. I mean, you're Tyler Lockwood, the football star. The popular kid. I've known you since we were kids, even if you didn’t know me. And then high school came and somehow you and I became really good friends. Things were great before and I let my stupid feelings get in the way.” You confessed. "And then everything with Caroline. You seemed genuinely happy with her and I wasn't going to mess that up for you. No matter how that hurt..."

“Y/N/N... Things weren’t great. I was hiding something from you too.” He said carefully. "And sure, I liked being with Caroline but it wasn't the same as when I'm with you."

“Oh no.” You groaned. “Please don’t tell me you have a kid roaming around somewhere..” You tried to joke. It drew a small laugh from him which made things a little easier.

“When we were kids, you thought I didn’t know you... But I did. I noticed everything about you before I even knew I was noticing it, hell before I started noticing girls at all. The way you wore pigtails every Friday, even through high school. You had something blue everyday, whether it be your jewelry, your clothes, or even your hair ties. You had this tendency to hum songs while you were coloring and then as you got older as you were writing.” He gushed.

You gently placed your hand on his shoulder as you realized he was getting a bit flustered. A gentle pink flush had settled on his face and neck. His complexion had nearly matched his tie. He sighed heavily, visibly giving in to your touch. Could it be that he was confessing something like what you had told him a month ago? Is it possible that Tyler Lockwood, the boy that brought you to the clouds and through hell, was harboring feelings for you?

“Ty...” You smiled softly. You couldn’t help but smile. Growing up, you had always been in your own world. Of course, the girls were there but there were things that were just part of you. Like the humming, the blue, the pigtails. Those were all minuscule things that you had hardly even noticed yourself doing. But all this time, Tyler had noticed. “I still wear something blue..” You commented, flashing the soft blue bracelet you added before leaving earlier that night.

“I know.” He said with a small smile. “Look all I’m trying to say is that things changed after last month. There’s no denying or arguing. But they changed in a way they shouldn’t have.”

“How should they have changed then?” You asked with a small, confused laugh as you took your hand away, letting it join the other that rested on the table. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. At first, it seemed like your relationship with Tyler could be salvaged and rebuilt into something new but now, now it seemed like it was nothing but rubble. You two would be downgraded to being coworkers for Klaus. Simple head nods of acknowledgment when passing. “Sorry, I’m just really lost here, Tyler. You mean a lot to me, you know that. And I can't lose you. Not with everything still being so new.”

He stared at you for a second, processing your words. You saw the recognition light up his eyes as his eyebrows raised and he began to shake his head. "Oh no no no. Not like that. Not like that at all. Y/N, I- I- I like you, a lot actually. And I didn't want to say anything before because Klaus was always around."

You realized he was about to go on another rant. One thing that most people didn't see in Tyler, was his lack of eloquence in his speech. When he had a lot to say or had something important to say, sometimes he got tripped up or he would talk too much. He would say more than he needed to, which would lead to him saying the wrong thing.

In an effort to silence him, you closed the distance between you two, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He tensed for a moment before melting into your embrace. His arms came around you just as tight. You nuzzled your face against his chest slightly and you felt him rest his head on top yours.

"You were about to ramble." You mumbled your explanation against him. His chest shook with laughter, drawing a wide smile that he couldn't seep

to come from you. You realized how warm a hug from Tyler was. It felt safe, like you weren't tied up in supernatural nonsense. Like you weren't fighting for a family you didn't know. Like you hadn't lost everything in a war you didn't want. It felt like you were just a kid in love.

"Y/N." He said quietly, as if your name was only his to say.

"Yeah, Tyler?" You replied, stepping back slightly to meet his eyes. His eyes were soft as they met yours, full of admiration and love.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked with a sly smirk.

You realized a slow song had begun. You glanced around, seeing Elena with Stefan and Caroline still with Klaus. You knew if you stepped onto that dance floor with Tyler, the questions would never stop. But really, who cared?

You took one of Tyler's hands in yours and pulled him to the dance floor. You linked your fingers together and he gently pulled you close. His hand was on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him.

"So where do we go from here?" You asked quietly as you two gently swayed to the music.

"Wherever you want." He replied with a small shrug. "I love you, Y/N. And I can wait. This probably seems really sudden so if you need some time to decide if this is really what you want, I can wait. "

You smiled widely, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, Tyler. I have for a while, obviously, which means I've been waiting for just as long. I don't need time. I know what I want and I want you."

"So you're my girl then?" He questioned with a proud smile.

"It's about damn time, Lockwood." You teased, completely over the moon and head over heels for the boy in front of you.

The next day, the girls came over while you and Tyler were on the couch watching a random movie. Your head was on his chest while his arm was around your waist. You were absent-mindedly toying with the fingers of his other hand, tracing his name with your index finger against his palm. They burst through the doors, shouting your name and demanding an explanation, especially when they saw how you two were laying on the couch. So together, you and Tyler gave them the basic explanation.

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