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lovelybeesthings · 5 months

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Thorn in my way

Coriolanus snow x fem reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Kinda smut doesn't go that great I tried 😭

Summary: C. Snow soon finds out he has completion with someone one equally cruel and to reach to the top no matter the cost leading him to drive ti the top or second.

As Coriolanus Snow soon heard of how the academy would be giving out a scholarship to the mentor of the winner of the Hunger Games which had made him both nervous and cocky thinking of this as his chance as he had been an amazing student a good one at that and no one could compare to his level and devotion to winning or so he thought..

Coriolanus was soon assigned to a girl from distract 12 was one of the worst distracts and she wasn't in the best shape that she could perform which was good to make people like her but it was hard to work with he soon tried to think of ideas to help her odds for his win he was sure that with his smart brain, he'd sure to accomplish this task at hand. During his time with Lucy Grey, he quickly develops feelings for his tribute with this set in mind it just moves him even more restored in using cheating techniques. “Well if it isn't my competition~” he heard a voice from the back of him he tried to recognize it but failed to and was confused with their words who were in the same league as him.

He turns his head to see a beautiful girl in the academy uniform her hair was long he hair was surely beautiful and the color was like (what ur hair color resembles) her beauty was amazing he doesn't know it but his heart beast a bit faster than usual more then it does for Lucy but all Coriolanus can think about is who is this girl? Why hasn't he seen her before if she says she's his competition and her beauty would surely attract him “Y/n Impala, I'm the mentor of your little songbird teammate Reaper, well I'd like to say that you shouldn't fall in love with that girl I mean if you're trying to achieve the same goal I become the head game maker with the scholarship or are you just stupid Coriolanus” Y/n bold words give a complete shock to Coriolanus he is amazed and feels the need to win more than ever this girl has remained him of what he needs to accomplish but still he doesn't respond instead his piercing blue eyes look at her girl shorter then him recognizing her as a threat.

The girl blinks as she notices the handkerchief in his pocket and smiles as she leaps in for a hug surprising the boy with blond moppy color hair that is in long curls and his handsome complexion as she carefully takes his handkerchief with lucy greys tears after I while she lets goes and hums holding the handkerchief under her jacket.

Dr. Volumnias lab

As Coriolanus sneaks in time he smirks as his plan is coming together all he has to do is give the snake Lucy's handkerchief years right in his- sudden chills run down his back as he can't find it where could he possibly put it? He soon realizes y/n had taken it when she hugged him out of nowhere he feels anger and wants to show her not to mess with him as he will give her the consequences of her actions, he walks the halls of the Academy with an angry face as he looks for the girl he turns his head seeing the girl in the garden of the Academy her arm was bleeding straight clean cuts he looks closely to the root of the problem seeing her dig in a rose bush.

“What are you doing?” his stern deep voice says causing y/n to face him “Nothing” she replies he can tell she's lying and just asks her angrily “Where's the handkerchief? Don't deny it I know you have it” She looks back at him smiling as her arm bleeds* “Why would I give it to you? I mean give me a fair trade and I'll hand it to you not like you can force me to do it I could tell the board you're using shady tactics to cheat” he clenches his fist This girl was truly a thorn in his goal she wasn't lying about he being his match his perfect rival.

He sees long bunny ears come out of the Bush as she holds a bunny that surprisingly didn't get hurt from the thorn Bush y/n bloody arms holds the rabbit smiling and starts to walk away leaving him shocked and a bit amazed at this girl.

Knock at the door

Around 2 am y/n gets a sudden knock at her dorm door as she opens it in her long nightgown her hair is in bubble braids with ribbon in them “Which idiot woke me up in my sleep” As she takes her candle up she sees blond locks and smirks “Goldilocks” Coriolanus's face appears in front of her candlelight “I know to offer you in return for the handkerchief” *she's a bit curious to know what it is “And that is Goldilocks?” she says looking a Him with siren eyes as he pushes into her dorm putting the candle down and kissing her lips she responds with a kiss and hops on him wrapping her legs around his waist and he holds her tightly kissing her* “Mmh” *he breaks out of this kiss smirking and soon pushes her to her bed.

After a while, he takes off her nightgown and unhooking her bra he takes a moment huffing looking at her fully round breasts and her nipples (n/c) he stares at her breast and looks up at her for her consent, his eyes pleading with lust and her cheeks rosy and nods with her willingness he begins to cup her breast in his hand as and brings one to his mouth sucking on it as he plays with the other one with his hand leading her pleading “ahh~” she bites her lips holding in her moan.

After I while he takes off his shirt and pants leaving him in his trousers he kisses her lips then her jaw then her chest her stomach and stops at her clothed clit taking off her pink panties as he sees her clit he smiles at her eyes peaking at him blushing like crazy he starts to lick her clit with thick licks driving her crazy moaning to his tongue after a while she soon cums in his mouth and he smiles and began to fit his fingers in her clit making her meow like a cat in her moans.

“More-e..ahH~!” y/n says in a moan as he finger fucks her making her drunk on just his fingers “Is my rose petal losing it with just my hands~?” he teases as she nods after I big later his budget is clearly showing in his trousers and slides them down showing his 7inch cock he alines his cock right to my cliff and slowly rims in “fuck-k y/n~” (time skip I'm tired and I suck at writing smut)

As Coriolanus lays down and y/n rests her silky soft hair on his chest falling asleep he stares at her for a few moments together as she thinks about his feelings about Lucy Grey he believes he loved that girl but whenever he competes with y/n his heart beats like crazy…his face expression changes into a devilish one y/n is someone who is a capitol elite like him her by his side he could rule the caption and kissed her head soon his eyes fall on their own.

As Coriolanus's eyes slowly open from the sun shining down on his face he notices that y/n isn’t on them anymore and looks for them in the room spotting them putting on a new pair of panties and bra as she puts on her academic uniform and applies her makeup “Oh hey good morning” *she says sweetly and hands him his uniform ironed and filed nicely with the handkerchief, surprising him a bit at her act like a wife to her husband “Thanks” she fixes her hair and smiles “you can go if you’d like you don’t have to stay you know” *he smiles she hears in her voice how’d she like him to stay and starts to put on his uniform he tries to fix his long nippy blond hair but the y/n brushes it out for him leaving him blushing and smiling at the size difference him having to kneel a bit* “there you go now your so handsome” she says making him smile “we should get going the games are going to start soon”.

(jump skip to when he comes back to the Capitol after murdering 3 people including Lucy 😭)

As Coriolanus breath the capitol's air again he smirked to himself devilishly he soon entered the halls once again knowing where he stood and how he'd make a name for himself but one thing he forgot was his little rose petal y/n passed by him not noticing him as she looks even more beautiful than their last meeting she walks with bandages on her arm and a bunny in her arms “you need to stop I can keep putting my arms in Rose busses to keep getting you out of them”

He smirks at her and quickly grabs her by her waist surprising her she's about to fight whoever is touching her but realizes it's Coriolanus “OMG!” she hugs him tightly as tears slip out of her tears “I thought you were distracted 12th with that girl Lucy Grey” she says as he wipes her tears “I remembered what I wanted in my life and that includes a life with you” she closes her eyes as he holds her close smirking he was foolish to think he wanted a life with Lucy grey when he can build his empire and he's already found his wife.

The end 😭

#coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games #president snow #tom blyth x resder #coriolanus snow #reader #smut #fanfic #the hunger games

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neon-junkie · 9 months

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Chef!Crosshair x Server!Reader Headcanons

This has been stuck in my drafts for a while, so I figured I'd tidy it up, and hit post. Reader is gender-neutral. 2k words. I think Crosshair would deffo be a chef in a modern setting! A little self indulgent as I'm a bartender/server... hehehehe...

Crosshair isn't quite the top dog, but second in line. Still, he runs the kitchen, and Maker forbids anybody to step out of line when Crosshair is on shift.

Or in general, for that matter. Crosshair has no problem breaking one of his chefs down to tears if they forget one simple task, like day dotting food stock, or ensuring that the fridges are at the correct temperature.

"A baby could do this job better than you. Why can't you pull your karking socks up, and get some sense through your thick skull?!"

Crosshair is a big meanie, to put it blankly. He has respect for those who do their job right, but if you're acting like an idiot in his kitchen, then all hell will break loose.

He's snappy to the front of house staff, too. Including the servers. Didn't scrape the plates enough? That deserves a telling off. Rushing him for orders? Fuck off. And if you dare steal a chip? Might as well die.

Crosshair doesn't like mess, clutter, or laziness, and everybody knows damn well how much it irritates him. Just don't be stupid, essentially.

Anyway, you've applied to this popular street food style restaurant. It's not posh, far from it. The food is fatty and filling, the perfect hangover cure, and you're guilty of being a regular.

The Manager, Hunter, doesn't seem surprised when you apply, and your interview is essentially a chit-chat, getting to know each other, seeing as you've already met from coming in on the regular.

It's finally time for you to put your uniform on, and be introduced to the rest of the staff. Everybody is lovely, to say the least, as you've met them before from being a customer.

Then you go into the back of house, and meet those who have blessed your stomach time and time again.

Hunter's eyes trail the kitchen before he asks, "where's Cross?" and another staff member shrugs whilst replying, "out the back."

Hunter, after letting out a grumble, leads you to the back entrance, explaining that this is the staff smoking area. Just as he's about to step outside, the door opens, and a tired-looking man in pristine chef's whites stands in the doorway.

He lets out another puff of his cigarette before discarding it, only to choke on the smoke as his eyes meet yours. His hand comes up to clear his throat, and you notice the tattoos and burn marks scattered over his toned arms. He's clear of jewellery, but you instantly know he's the type to wear rings and chains when he's off shift.

"Cross, I want to introduce you to our new server," Hunter pulls his gaze from yours, and after saying your name, Crosshair fails to make eye contact with you.

Only now do you notice his face tattoo, darkly contrasting against his silver hair. Is it dyed? Or is he really this stressed out from his job?

"Nice to meet you," Crosshair mutters as he extends his hand, and shakes yours. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have stock to count."

And with that, he's pushing past you and Hunter, disappearing into the kitchen.

Hunter turns back to you with a sigh, "he doesn't talk much. Not a fan of strangers, but I'm sure he'll warm up to you."

Oh, how right Hunter is.

Your first week went well, and you're slowly starting to establish a place for yourself within your new work environment.

Today is your usual weekday shift. Not too busy, but not slow paced either. The lunch rush has finished, and you're tasked with cleaning up tables. Another stack of plates is brought into the kitchen, and you're going through them one by one, scraping the leftovers into the bin before stacking them on the shelves for the pot washer to clean, when he's back from his cigarette break.

You can feel somebody's eyes on the back of your head, practically burning a hole through your skull. Curious, you peer over your shoulder, and lock eyes with Crosshair.

He's attempting to prep some vegetables, and narrowly misses his finger whilst chopping them, his gaze fixated elsewhere. Only, once your eyes meet his, Crosshair looks back to his task, acting as if he wasn't just staring at you.

So, you turn away, only to look back at him when his voice fills the air.

"It's nice to have some competence around here," Crosshair comments. You let out a soft "hm?" so Crosshair continues. "Most of the other servers leave their plates a mess, barely scraped, stacked in the wrong order. It's nice to have a server who knows how to do their job."

"It's not like it's hard," you say with a shrug.

"Exactly," Crosshair looks back up at you, and you notice the upwards turn to his lips.

You return to your task after matching his smile, and you're both content with the silence in the air.

Once finished, it's time for your break. Whilst you would usually ring your staff food through without a second thought, you decide to ask Crosshairs permission first.

"Hey, I know you're doing prep, but do you mind if I ring my food through? I can wait if-"

"-What would you like, Sweetheart?" Crosshair asks, wiping his hands clean as he makes his way over to the grill.

"Uhm… a burger?" your mind falls blank, mostly because you're not used to having a chef seem this happy with cooking.

"Is that it?" Crosshair raises his brow. "Come on, you can come up with something more creative than that. Tell me what toppings you like."

Before you know it, you're going into depth about exactly how you like your burgers. All the while, Crosshair is nodding in agreement, and even chimes in with comments here and there. You soon ring your order up, and whilst waiting for it to cook, you return to cleaning your tables, all whilst your heart is pounding with butterflies in your chest.

Back in the kitchen, Crosshair catches himself smiling as he cooks your meal. He doesn't even realise how sappy he's being until he squirts the burger sauce onto the bun in the shape of a heart, soon to be hidden by a patty cooked to your liking.

"What's got you all cheery?" Hunter questions as he peers in the kitchen, bewildered at Crosshairs content expression.

Crosshair slips his emotional mask back on as he meets his brother's eyes, "just excited for my cigarette break."

One month into your new job, and you're more than happy here. The customers are nice, your coworkers are great, and the food is to die for!

Sure, you're in the honeymoon phase, but you'll enjoy it whilst it lasts.

Crosshair is slowly opening up to you, but he's been the toughest egg to crack. Whilst everybody else has no issue with jumping straight into conversation, Crosshair tends to keep his mouth shut, minus the odd hum and one-word reply here and there.

Only, you've seen him speak to others. Well, not speak… scream! Crosshair has no issue with shouting at his cooks over the smallest of things. He's even barked at the other servers, too. You know that he's overall disliked within the workplace, but sometimes, you can understand Crosshairs point of view.

He's right. It's not hard to do your job right, keep your area tidy, and be efficient. Maker knows how your co-workers manage to screw the smallest of things up, and sure, you've made mistakes here and there, and always bent over backwards to fix them.

But despite Crosshair's tough demeanour, deep down, he's a real sap. Or at least, he is towards you.

You've noticed that you can get away with certain things, such as nibbling on a few leftover chips whilst waiting for orders to be plated up, or using different abbreviations when ringing up orders.

You didn't even realise that wasn't the norm, until a fellow coworker commented, "Crosshair lets you eat the leftover fries? He swatted my hand away when I tried to do that, just like everybody else."

Maybe it's because you bring Crosshair a cup of coffee to his liking at the start of every shift? Or because you always let out comments here and there about how good the food is presented?

Maybe it's just because Crosshair has a thing for you, as much as he denies it. You are his favourite server, but Maker forbid that anybody knows, despite it being painfully obvious.

Obvious to everyone, but you.

You finally catch on during one stressful shift. A customer, as cursed as they are, broke you down to tears. You remained stiff lipped whilst taking a beating, but the second you entered the back of house, tears started rolling down your cheeks.

Hunter takes the burden of the customer off your shoulders, and orders you to go and take a moment to yourself out back.

The fire exit door swings open, and you storm out, holding back a choked sob as you take a seat on one of the many empty crates resting against the building.

Your head falls into your hands, elbows resting on your knees, and finally alone, you begin to cry.

Only, you're not alone. Crosshair is on the other side of the door, back resting against the wall with a forgotten cigarette pressed between his fingers. He can hear you crying, and after swallowing his feelings, and allowing them to settle in his uneasy stomach, he discards his cigarette and decides to approach you.

"Customers, huh?" Crosshair questions as he takes a seat beside you, not bothering to ask if you need a friend. He knows damn well that you do.

A series of incoherent words fall from your lips, but Crosshair can piece them together. You're venting about what just happened, mumbling and babbling away, blowing off steam with your favourite chef by your side.

In the midst of offloading your anger, Crosshair decides to weave his arm around your shoulders, and gently pull you into his grasp.

He doesn't even realise what he's done until your head comes to rest on his shoulder, lashes fluttering against his sensitive Adams apple, still venting away whilst a hand caresses your shoulder and back.

"And you wonder why I work in the kitchen," Crosshair comments, earning a laugh from you.

"Maybe I should switch, and start working in the kitchen with you," you say with a light chuckle.

Despite his stomach turning at the idea, Crosshair puts on a smile as he replies, "that wouldn't be so bad. I'm sure I could put up with you."

"Put up with me?" you repeat with a gasp, straightening your back to meet his eyes. All Crosshair does is give you a shrug, with a cheeky grin on his lips. "Phfft, I'd be the one putting up with you. I've seen how you bark at your chefs," you continue.

"I don't bark," Crosshair says with a playful glare. "I bite."

You can't help but let out a laugh, soon returning your head to his shoulder. "You wouldn't bite me," you boast.

Crosshair allows his cheek to rest against the top of your head. "I might do," he says eagerly, "but only if you waste stock."

"Oh, I'd definitely burn a burger or two," you admit, knowing damn-well that you're a riot in the kitchen.

In the midst of your nattering, Hunter makes his way through the back of house to find you, knowing that you're taking a breather outside.

Only he stops once he overhears your voice, and a certain chef talking to you.

Smiling to himself, Hunter decides that you don't need him - you have somebody else to take care of you, somebody who has been eager to talk to you, but is far more timid than he lets on.

Hunter's little plan is going smoothly, now that Crosshair is finally speaking to you, rather than keeping to himself in the kitchen.

After all, Crosshair is the main reason why you were hired. It's his own fault, drunkenly admitting that he thought a certain regular customer was attractive, and definitely his type.

Fate took its course, and Hunter found your CV in his pile only a few days later.

You were beyond perfect for the job, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be even better for a certain chef.

#tbbwriting #tbb #the bad batch #chef!crosshair #crosshair #line cook!crosshair #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #bad batch #tbb fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #headcanon #sfw

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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May I have a yandere overblot Jamil Viper x reader please

Yes you may

(Sorry if the ending is unsatisfying, I couldn't find a good way to end it)

Warning(s): fem reader, mind control, forced kissing (bc of the mind control)

"You can do this, (Y/N)!" Kalim whisper-yelled, giving you encouragement. "And remember! If you need back up, we're right behind you!"

The plan was quite simple. You enter the main building of Scarabia dorm as bait, everyone else is hiding behind cover, unnoticed by Jamil. Jamil attempts to use Snake Charmer on you, but it is counteracted by Floyd casting Bind The Heart just a second before. You act as if you're being mind controlled, doing whatever Jamil asks you to. While Jamil is distracted, Kalim will use Oasis Maker to flood the dorm, getting the rest of the mind controlled students out of there. And by the time Jamil realizes something is wrong, the six of you are already attacking him.

Yes, this plan is very similar to the one you pulled off earlier, when Azul was pretending to be mind controlled... but the beauty of using basically the same plan twice is that Jamil will obviously think "There's no way they're dumb enough to do the same thing twice."

You're the crux of the plan.

But there's a sinking feeling in your gut... something in the back of your mind telling you this isn't going to end well.

As Jamil was praised by his subjects, you made yourself known. You didn't have to do much to make yourself known, though, you stuck out like a sore thumb among the black and red the rest of the Scarabia students were wearing- the outfit you were wearing was a short blue dress, and a crown of jasmine flowers on your head. Kalim made it for you with his magic, and though you appreciated the effort, it felt embarrassing to stand out this much.

"(Y/N), is that you? Jamil asked. What good timing you have, we were just about to begin our celebration. And thank you ever so much for allowing me to become king of Scarabia. I'm more competent than Kalim ever was, this is truly better for everyone."

"Yes, it is, Jamil." You responded, already trying to get him to gain your trust.

"(Y/N), come closer." Jamil told you. You did as asked. "The one you behold is your master. You shall answer when you are asked, and you shall obey when you are ordered."

With that, the plan was fully set in motion.

Maybe that feeling you had was wrong. Maybe everything would turn out well!

"Just so you know, (Y/N)... I'm aware your pathetic friends are here." Jamil told you. Everyone was carried out of their hiding spots by the possessed Scarabia students. "It seems I was careless, allowing all of you to keep your magic pens. Though I am surprised Kalim's party trick was useful for something other than filling a pool."

The possessed Scarabia students stole everyone's magic pens, and the staffs of Kalim and Azul, making sure none of them could use magic. And yet again, Jamil shot everybody away from here, to the edge of the desert as he did before. Everyone except for you.

"Now (Y/N)... Snake Charmer." Jamil whispered to you.

It was an indescribable pain in your head.

"(Y/N), tell me. Who is your master?"

"My master... is..." You couldn't bare the throbbing pain in your head. And then, all at once, it subsided. It was like a wave of static washed over you. Your mind was no longer your own. "My master is you, Jamil."

"Praise me."

"Your greatness knows no bounds, master Jamil. You are fit to rule Scarabia, you are fit to even rule the Land of Scalding Sands. You are a perfect leader. You excel in every class you have. Your unique magic is much more powerful than anyone else's."

"A king needs his queen, and that will be you, (Y/N)." Jamil told you. "Kiss me."

Without hesitation, you did exactly as Jamil commanded.

He enjoyed it.

You could feel his weird hair snakes sinking their fangs into you.

...

They won't be able to get back.

It was freezing at the edge of the desert, the river Kalim made has probably frozen over by now.

And without his golden cobra staff, you doubt he'd be able to use Oasis Maker again.

The only way for them to get back would be to walk.

With how long a walk it will be, Kalim will certainly freeze to death.

And Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Grim will shortly after. Even though those four have some natural resistance to the cold, they aren't completely invulnerable...

Maybe Ace and Deuce could get here in time, but you're not sure if they even saw your message.

What can you do?

What can you do to get yourself out of this situation?

Well... it seems nothing.

You very well can't get out of Jamil's mind control on your own, not unless he deactivates it, and let's be real- that isn't happening any time soon.

So what do you do?

What do you do?

What

You

Do?

...

What do you do?

The simplest answer is correct.

Accept it.

Play along.

Let it happen.

Until you find a solution, that's your only option.

#jamil viper #overblot jamil #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere jamil viper #yandere jamil x reader #yandere jamil viper x reader #yandere jamil #did u like how the flower crown u were wearing was made of jasmine flowers?#y'know cause of princess jasmine

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stereopticons · 3 months

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Random but I'm curious! What are your favorite moments from Schitt’s Creek?

Thanks, anon. I hope you've got lots of time because there are just SO MANY.

In no particular order (i.e., in the order in which they occur to me):

The Grad Night kiss. Perfection, all around.

2. Speaking of kisses, the forehead/bicep kiss moment from Moira Rose. I think I've made it clear that I'm very weak for forehead kisses. (There are SO many good moments from that episode honestly).

3. The whole Open Mic through Olive Branch arc. It's my emotional support television arc lmao. I mean we go from this:

to this:

TO THIS:

Bookended by simply the best????

4. Speaking of the Barbecue -- the best friend moment with Stevie in the Jazzaguy

5. And also Start Spreading the News. I think the conversation that David and Stevie had on the car was SO IMPORTANT and I don't think it's something he could have had with Patrick. There are several fics about how things go horribly wrong when this conversation doesn't happen (my only quibble with this moment is that David would NEVER sit on Stevie's dirty ass car in white jeans)

6. Just like, the whole of the housewarming party. Amazing. Hilarious. but also Patrick (and David!! because that isn't talked about enough) getting to have all the queer high school experiences he never got to have!

7. All of Singles Week, but especially this conversation:

8. The whole Cabaret arc. I can (and HAVE) gone on extensive rants about how Moira knew what she was doing casting Patrick in a role that is nearly always played queer when he was auditioning for the "straight"/closeted character. What it MEANS for Patrick and Stevie both to get to play these roles. The impact of Patrick in the Cabaret finale given that David is both queer and Jewish??? I know these things are mostly only hinted at and only really if you know Cabaret but it's one of my very favorite musicals (NOT movies though, good god) and I have like, a lot of feelings about it? man, I should work on that community theatre au again

9. The end of Happy Anniversary

10. "Out................side." (getting railed)

I'm going to stop at 10 because I could go on until I've listed the whole series (minus Roadkill) and OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT MEET THE PARENTS??? Just like. The whole thing???

Anyway have these bonus moments that make me go HANNNDSSSSS

(I can't find the gif from the wedding I was looking for but BLESS THE GIF MAKERS)

Anyway I hope that's what you were looking for, anon, I have to post this now because I've already remembered like 19 more that I can't believe I didn't list

#thanks for asking!#schitt's creek

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Love, Sex, and Magic

Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x Jedi!F Reader

Summary: You and Jesse try to take down Maul at one of his exhibitionist parties. He catches onto the two of you and makes you step out of your comfort zones.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Just a heads up, THIS ISN'T FOR EVERYONE. If this isn't your sort of thing, DO NOT read it. Exhibitionism, Public sex, fingering, p in v unprotected (wrap it up friends), angst

WC: 4.3k

A/N: I'm serious. If you don't approve of this kind of thing, just keep scrolling please and thanks! I don't know how I've gone this long without writing for this man? But he's completely taken over my brain lately. (Pictures of the shirt and dress that I had in my brain shown)

Of course I made a playlist, that you can find HERE

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“Jesse… I don’t know about this…” You murmur, looking up at the large stone palace that Maul’s having this “party” in. “I have a weird feeling.”

“Like a bad feeling?” He asks, stopping to look at you and you shrug.

Jesse can’t admit it out loud, but the way that you look in this less than elegant dress is doing things to him that he knows are wrong. You’re definitely looking the part in your open backed black dress that has sparkled tassels down one of your legs. It’s driving him a little crazy and he thinks that you’re able to pick up on that.

“If you get to a point where you want us to leave, we will.” Jesse tells you. “Zero questions asked.”

You nod, smiling up at him. “Alright.”

You’ve never trusted anyone the way that you trust the man standing in front of you, looking incredible. You’ve been in love with him from the moment that you met, but knowing that if you said anything, it’d be putting the both of you in danger. Not to mention, it’s against the Jedi code to form an attachment to anyone, let alone a clone.

Unable to shake the weird feeling, you start to chalk it up to just being uncomfortable in this dress and heels. You’ve never worn something so… revealing… Something that makes you feel incredibly vulnerable.

Jesse starts to walk toward the entrance but you stop him and he turns back around toward you, confused.

“Is… is the dress too much?” You ask him.

He smirks. “Of course it is. But that’s kind of the point, right?”

With an eye roll, you walk ahead of him, hearing him chuckle behind you. But the moment he sees your back, looking so soft, his mouth nearly dries up as he tries to resist the urge to touch you.

As you open the door, you stop immediately and Jesse runs into you, looking above you at the activities going on around the room.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t bring Fives instead, I guess.” You chuckle, nervously, trying to keep some light humor about the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll say…” Jesse coughs.

Around you, couples, groups, individuals of different species are all indulging in their sexual fantasies, groping, tasting, and sharing each other. You may be the most dressed in the room. It’s enough to make you go warm in the face. Your mission is to seduce Maul if you have to before bringing him down.

“Wow.” Jesse murmurs behind you. “Maybe you should have left the dress on the ship.”

“Shut up.” You smirk, feeling your whole body go warm at the thought of being even more exposed in front of Jesse.

He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you over to an open couch. Your skin feels like it’s on fire whenever he touches you, leaving behind a wildfire down your spine.

“You remember the plan?” He asks.

You nod, realizing as you look around at all the other people, the two of you definitely stand out, being the only two people in the room, not touching each other.

“Jess?” You whisper, looking at him.

He’s much closer to your face than you’d been anticipating and you can’t help but look down at his perfect lips. Since he’d become an arc trooper, you’d hardly seen his face in the last couple months. Maker, you’ve missed it.

“Should we try to… ahem… fit in?” You chuckle, nervously.

“What?” He asks, confused at first, and then as if a lightbulb goes off, “Oh. Um, yeah, probably.”

Unsure where to go from here, you take his hand and he smiles at you… Should you climb into his lap? You really don’t want him to do anything he’s not comfortable with.

Jesse says your name and you look up into his eyes, waiting for him to take the lead. Although, you’re the commander. Maybe he’s waiting for you to take the lead.

As if he can read your mind, he guides you by your hips into his lap and as you settle, you feel his growing length harden underneath your barely clothed warmth almost instantly.

Of course, that would be a natural reaction. It’s not for you and it probably never will be.

Jesse lets out a soft groan as you lean around him, trying to see if you can find Maul anywhere.

“Sorry.” You whisper.

His grip on your hips tighten as you shift again and the groan he lets out this time is unmistakable.

“It’s okay… it just… feels good. I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“It does?” You raise your eyebrows.

He grins at you. “Obviously.”

Unable to help but grin back at him, you rest your forehead against his, letting the tension drain from your body, relaxing against him. He seems to do the same as he pulls you more against him, like he’s protecting you.

“You look way too good in this dress, cyar’ika.” Jesse murmurs, his lips so close to yours, they just barely brush against yours. “Fucking irresistible.”

With burning cheeks, a fluttering sensation fills your stomach and you try desperately to ignore it.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You look down between you at the iridescent mesh collared shirt that Fives let him borrow.

He looks beautiful in it, his tattoos and scars showing elegantly through the mesh. It’s intoxicating, looking at him like this.

“Think I should keep the shirt?” He chuckles, noticing your stare.

“It definitely suits you.” You run your hand down it, feeling the mesh, and his warm skin underneath.

He takes your hand, holding it over his pec. Are all the clones this fit? Geez, how have you never noticed? And stars, does he smell good…

“Did you just sniff me?” He teases.

“Shut up. You smell good.” You roll your eyes, starting to pull away.

“You do.” He brings you back down into his lap and the incredibly hard bulge in his pants is undeniable at this point.

Both of you let out sharp gasps, almost against each other’s lips. You can’t let yourself enjoy this, right? You could get in trouble. You could get Jesse in trouble.

But it’s just the two of you…

“Cyar’ika…” He groans, closing his eyes.

“Jesse…” You whisper, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

All of a sudden, a booming voice rips you from each other’s focus as you realize who’s talking. You pull away slightly, looking toward the small stage set up in the center of the ballroom, where Maul stands proudly, shirtless and grinning.

“Hello, everyone. I hope you’re having the most fun, indulging in each other. I just wanted to tell you all that the entertainment is about to begin.” He smirks. “You know the rules. No touching the entertainment and no finishing before they do.”

The lights go even more dim around the room, a spotlight hits the stage as two female Twi’leks and a male Rodian take the stage. Your gaze stays on Maul as he takes his throne at the head of the room.

“Should I…?” You nod toward Maul.

“Oh… yeah. Go.” He nods, subtly trying to situate himself. “Send me the signal if you need me. I’m watching.”

That shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but hey… maybe it’s just the mood of the room, influencing yours.

Getting up out of Jesse’s lap, and making your way toward Maul, you shove your nerves to the side, knowing that the Sith lord would be able to pick up on them.

“My lord?” You smile ever so slightly, bowing as you approach the dangerous Dathomirian. “Yes, lady?” He smirks down at you.

“May I?” You ask for permission to approach.

He looks up at the “entertainment” once more before nodding, accepting your request by gesturing for you to approach him. Walking up the couple of steps before kneeling down in front of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, young Jedi?” He asks, leaning forward toward you.

Your head snaps up toward him. Kriff. You weren’t expecting him to know who you are.

“My lord-” You start but he silences you.

He grins, widely. “No need to worry, I care not who joins us in these halls. As long as you pose no threat.”

“Thank you… Lord Maul.” You force a smile.

You glance back at Jesse ever so slightly, to make sure he’s alright. He has a hardened look on his face that you don’t know. Is it fear? Anger?

“Please, sit.” He gestures toward his lap.

“Oh, I-” You start, quietly.

“Sit.” It wasn’t a question.

You nod, taking his thigh, sitting so that you’re facing the room full of people. Some glance your way. Others are still watching the stage. Maul’s warm hand finds its way up your thigh and you look up at Jesse in time to see his nostrils flare.

Anger it is…

“I’m sensing jealousy across the room…” Maul whispers warmly in your ear. “Most of it is jealousy directed toward you. Many want to sit where you sit now.”

“Is that so?” You mumble.

His grip on your thigh tightens with one hand as his other hand tilts your chin toward his face. Running his thumb up and across your lip, he smirks.

“But there’s one in particular who seems to be jealous of me.” Maul chuckles.

Is he talking about Jesse?

“Respectfully, I’m sure you’re mistaken, my lord.” You murmur.

“No, no. He’s the handsome clone glaring at me now, is he not?” Maul nods in the direction that Jesse sits and you stare at the arc trooper, nervous and wide-eyed.

Jesse stands up, ready for a fight. You shake your head, hoping that Jesse backs down. Unfortunately, that’s not Jesse’s style. He starts toward Maul but Maul holds up one of his hands and it’s as if Jesse can’t move, even though he’s clearly trying.

“Such a pretty man, isn’t he? I see why you want him.” Maul purrs. “What would he do if I had my way with you right here in front of him?”

Maul teases the end of your dress, chuckling darkly but you just keep your eyes on Jesse, who in turn keeps his horror-stricken eyes on you.

“He’d kill you after.” You tell him.

“Is that right?” Maul releases Jesse and he slumps to the ground, about to get up but Maul lightly pushes you up off his lap to stand. Everything seems to stop. The couples and groups around you, and the three people up on the stage.

The light comes back up slightly and now everyone has their eyes on you and Jesse and Maul.

“It’s cute that the Republic thinks that a young Jedi and a single clone could bring me down.” He smirks as you return to Jesse, turning to glare back at Maul.

“What makes you think we’re alone?” Jesse speaks up, subtly checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Because I don’t sense anyone else around. It’s just you two.” Maul starts toward you, but Jesse steps in front of you.

It’s actually not true. Rex, Anakin, and Fives are a couple kliks away, if push really comes to shove. It’s endearing how protective Jesse is of you. It’s not necessary, though. He knows you can hold your own.

You don’t cower in front of Maul when he circles you and Jesse, pulling out his lightsaber.

“What did you think would happen, little Jedi? You could seduce me and bring me down by yourself?” Maul muses, as if he could read your inner thoughts.

“You really like to listen to yourself talk, huh?” Jesse scowls, stepping closer to you.

Maul grins, bringing his lightsaber up toward Jesse but you pull him away.

“It’s a good thing I’m in a good mood tonight. I’ll spare you.” Maul backs away toward his throne. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” You ask, annoyed.

“If you admit your desire for each other and do something about it, here for all of us to enjoy. I’ll let you go.” Maul shrugs.

“You’re sick.” Jesse starts back toward Maul, but you stop him.

“And if we don’t?” You ask Maul, angrily.

Maul beckons someone over and all of a sudden, ten Dathomirian guards even bigger than himself, step out of the shadows, ready to kill you. Okay… so that’s how this is gonna go…

You look at Jesse and he pulls his pistols out from his back, raising them toward Maul and you realize that you’ve lost this round.

“She knows you don’t stand a chance, clone. Put your blasters down.” Maul waves the guards away and they slink back into the shadows.

“Stand down, Jesse…” You murmur, quietly.

Jesse reluctantly lowers his blasters and you stand there and stare at Maul. “So, what? You want me to tell him I find him attractive? Because I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“It is?” Jesse murmurs.

You turn around to look up at him. “The way we look at each other… it’s more than a commander and an arc trooper… isn’t it?”

He steps closer to you, taking your hands. “Of course it is, mesh’la.”

Despite the things going on around you, Jesse smiles down at you.

“I hope you can forgive me for being so oblivious.” He murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You nod, smiling up at him. “Of course I can.”

Turning around to face Maul again. “Happy now?”

Maul props one knee up on his throne, lounging as he gestures toward the stage. “On with the entertainment now, please.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. How could Maul be so ruthless…? You look at Jesse and he’s watching a few maids come and put a bed on the stage. The bed is dressed in satin red sheets with a few matching pillows. You can sense desire in Jesse, along with nervousness and anger.

Leading him over to the bed, you whisper softly. “We could probably make a run for it.”

“Do you see the size of those guards? If we had Fives with us… we could probably take them…” He murmurs, glancing at the guards before looking back down at you.

“I don’t ever want you to do something you don’t want to do.” You tell him, cradling his face softly.

“Trust me… I want to… Maker, do I want to.” He lets out a humorless laugh, squeezing your hand and you can’t help but grin.

“But?” You look up at him through your lashes.

“But not like this…” He shrugs.

You nod, understanding.

“Not even to save your beloved’s life?” Maul calls out, looking bored on that stupid throne of his.

Jesse shoots him a glare and your heart breaks for a moment, realizing he truly wants you like you want him. You sense the conflict within him.

Maul stands back up, bringing his lightsaber to life and you look back at Jesse, nervously. You had given yourself a foolish false confidence in thinking you were ready to take down this Sith Lord.

“I can return her to the Republic in pieces, if you wish.” Maul smirks at him, gesturing toward the bed.

You start to fire back an insult at the Dathomirian, but Jesse turns toward you, pulling you into his arms and crushing his lips to yours. Moaning desperately into the kiss, you instantly crave more as it starts to feel like you two are the only ones in the room.

“You’re sure?” You whisper against his lips when he pulls away.

You don’t think you could live with yourself if Jesse did something he didn’t want to. But stars… that kiss… You’re going to think about it for the rest of your life.

“I am. Are you?” He gives you a reassuring smile.

Trembling slightly from nerves, you nod, smiling back up at him, hoping to the Maker that the expression you’re carrying is that of need for this man. He gently pushes you back on the bed so that you’re looking up at him as he starts to slowly unbutton his shirt, his tattoos becoming more visible. Time seems to come to a standstill as he slides his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

The lights around you go down so that you can no longer see all the people who inevitably are watching you and Jesse.

“Should I?” You start to reach your zipper in the back.

“Leave it.” He insists, his voice low as he places his pistols on the bed next to each other, and then your lightsaber in between them.

It’s obvious, he doesn’t want to give people more access to you… to your body. You nod and he starts to lean over you. You slide your hands up his chiseled torso, appreciating just how warm he is. It matches his personality perfectly.

“We’re the only two people here.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you again.

The soft whimper that escapes you is accidental and he can’t help but smile against your lips. His lips are like him. Warm. Inviting. Perfect. How you’ve gone this long without each other, you don’t think you’ll ever know.

“Maker, you’re so fucking pretty.” He gently guides you back further on the bed so he can join you. “I should have told you that sooner.”

“You did. Earlier.”

“I meant a year ago. The moment I saw you. The moment we met.”

You look up at him with a sense of ardor and pull him back to you so that you can kiss him again, melding your lips against his as he pulls you against him, still shielding you from everyone.

“I’m going to make you cum…” He whispers hotly, sending a wild blaze down to your core. “And I’m going to protect you so that if you don’t want them to see you come apart underneath me, they won’t see a thing.”

“Jesse…” You whimper, closing your eyes as he trails his fingers down to your thigh, placing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“And when we get back to Coruscant… I’m going to take you back to my barracks and have my way with you. Or you can have your way with me. Whatever you want, cyar’ika.” He promises you.

The warmth in your core only intensifies as you think about what he could have in mind.

“Both.” You smile up at him.

“Both it is.” He grins before kissing you again.

Jesse’s fingers trail up to your clothed warmth and you let your legs fall open more for him. When he rubs against the fabric, you let out a soft sigh, clutching his muscular arm so that you might be able to ground yourself.

“I should’ve known you’d make the most perfect sounds.” He rasps. “All for me.”

You nod in agreement, letting out another soft moan as he hooks his finger around the band of your underwear, pulling them down and dropping them with his shirt.

“Tell me.” He whispers as his fingers return to your pussy. “Tell me this is only for me.”

“Only for you, Jess. I swear.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck when he swipes a digit through your drenched folds, making you let out a sharp breath.

“That’s right, cyar’ika.” He kisses your hair and rests his head against yours. “All for me.”

Jesse starts teasing your clit, causing your back to arch up off the bed and he holds you down with his thigh over yours. The gasp that comes from you almost sounds pathetic, but not to him. No, to him you sound like a fucking angel. He’ll even bet you cum like one too.

The bulge in Jesse’s pants makes itself obvious all over again and when your hand finds its way down to it, he groans softly in your ear, his voice low and rough with need. He’s just as desperate for you as you are him and all of a sudden, you don’t give a fuck who’s around. You need him.

“Jesse…” You whimper. “I want you. All of you.”

“You’re sure?” He kisses you again and you nod against him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

How could he say no to those eyes?

“Keep those eyes on me. Got it?” He nods.

You smile with a nod and push him over on his back so that you’re straddling him. His hands find your hips again and grip you tightly, forcing you to grind yourself over his clothed length. Both of you let out a sharp, needy gasp.

“That’s right, cyar’ika. Just like that.” He roams his hands up your body and you suddenly wish that you were more naked so that you could really feel his hands on you.

You want to keep that just for him, though.

“May I?” You smile down at him as you start toward his belt.

“Please.” He nods, grinning up at you.

Undoing his belt, you pull his pants down enough so that his thick length springs to attention and you make a mental note to appreciate it properly when it’s just the two of you back in his barracks later. You sit back on his thighs lightly so that you can spit on his cock, running your hand down it, pumping it a few times, making Jesse jerk slightly.

His eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck.”

“Feel good?” You murmur.

“You have… no fucking idea.” He groans with a soft chuckle, running a hand down his face as if he’s trying to get himself to focus.

“Keep your eyes on me.” You repeat his words back to him and he instantly finds your eyes as you confidently sink down onto him.

The groan that leaves him is downright sinful. The most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard in your life. A sound that you caused. A sound that you’d do anything to hear again.

When you start to grind your hips against his, his grip on you tightens even more and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut or take over.

“Come here.” You pull him up so that you’re seated in his lap and he’s eye level with you.

Resting your forehead against his, your hands find his neck and you can feel the heat absolutely radiating off of his body. With your dress bunched up around your waist, you’re hit with a slight cold chill. Jesse understands right away and wraps his arms around your bare back, helping guide you up and down on his cock. You don’t know where your moan ends and his starts as your mouths collide hotly against each other, desperation for each other completely evident.

“You feel like the heavens.” Jesse gasps as you clench around him. “Better than anything I’ve ever dreamt of.”

“You dream of me?” You smirk.

“Every… night.” He groans loudly and you start to hear the murmurs around you.

He glances away from you for only a second but comes back and flips you over onto your back.

“That’s enough of a show for them.” He shields your body with his again and starts to thrust deeply into you, making you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

Tucking your head into his neck again, feeling protected, you allow yourself to moan for him, so that only he can hear you. His fingers snake down between the two of you, finding your clit again and start to rub firmly enough that you know you’re absolutely going to cum for him. You weren’t sure earlier, but now, feeling safe underneath him, you allow yourself to really fall apart.

“That’s right. I can feel how close you’re getting for me. You’re doing so good.” Jesse praises you and you clench around him again.

“Ah. You like to hear how good you are, huh?” He smirks. “How perfectly you fit around my cock? How the sounds you make were crafted by the gods themselves?”

“Jesse…” You moan loudly, being flung over your edge as you cum for him, shuddering underneath him.

“I knew it.” He kisses you on the head.

“Knew what?” You pant, looking up at him, smiling softly.

“That you’d cum like an angel.” He squeezes your hip once more.

Rolling your eyes at him, amused, you push him off of you and sit up, pulling your dress back down and grabbing your underwear, handing them to Jesse to put in his pocket. He picks up his shirt after tucking the weapons back into the back of his pants, buttoning it as the two of you stand, facing Maul.

“Are we free to leave now? Or do you plan to break your promise?” You ask him.

“I am a man of my word. Surely, you must know this.” Maul grins with a slight nod. “Just know, you’re welcome here anytime, Lady… Trooper.”

Jesse resists the urge to flip the Sith Lord off as he wraps his arm around you protectively, guiding you toward the door. The guards allow you to leave freely and you quietly make your way back to your starship, where Rex, Anakin, and Fives are waiting. Jesse releases you right before you come into view of the ship.

“Well, clearly that was not a win.” Anakin crosses his arms.

Before you can say anything, Jesse cuts in.

“We were outnumbered, sir.” Jesse stands at attention.

“Right.” Anakin doesn’t look even slightly convinced, but looks at you. “We’ll talk later.”

You nod your head, looking down at the floor. Rex and Fives join Anakin in the cockpit and you look at Jesse who relaxes again.

“Oh, you didn’t get to finish…” You murmur softly.

He carefully looks up into the cockpit, making sure no one is watching, and then leans toward you, backing you up against the cool durasteel wall, gripping your hip with one hand and then pulling your underwear out of his pocket with the other.

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika. I’m not even close to being done with you tonight.” He brushes his lips over yours gently and then joins his brothers.

You stand there watching him as he smoothly sticks your panties back into his pocket, biting your lip, praying to the maker that this ride back to Coruscant is quick.

Part Two

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generalkenobee · 10 months

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Can we ever get a Luke skywalker mommy kink smut fic? Please your amazing thank you for all you do

IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WANTED, IF NOT JUST MESSAGE ME AND ILL FIX IT😭

Why does he look so buff in that GIF?

A little overstim, brat Luke, reader is a little mean, reader puts her hand on Luke's throat but doesn't apply much pressure, name calling, degrading

The request basically has the summary down sooo

Luke's voice always got so so high pitched and whiny when he was about to cum "oh mommy-"

"no. I already said no so I don't know why you keep being a brat" you responded wrapping you hand around his throat applying just the right amount of pressure making him toss his head back bucking his hips up into your hand moaning

"oh yeah I know you love being choked" you said fighting your grip and moving your hand up and down, pumping him a little faster now.

"Mommy- Mommy! Please p-please stop I'm gonna- auhh" your boyfriends eyes rolled back while white spurts of cum shot up onto his toned chest. Luke's whole body relaxed and he was in a state of complete euphoria. However his perfect nirvana was crushed when he remembered..

His eyes shot open looking at you pleadingly

"mommy please I didn't mean to, i-it was an accident I tried to warn you mommy please don't - aughh!! Fuck!"

Your hand continued pumping faster now.

"oh your wanna cum you pathetic slut? Cum then! Cum all you want. Your body is going to give me as much as it can till you can't remember your own name."

Your tone was harsh and even slightly mean

"and also, since when are you aloud to say 'fuck'?" You questioned. Luke looked up at you and was scared to answer, he knew his voice was going to break and he also knew he wasn't thinking straight "ne-nev" but he was interrupted by his own moans

"what was that slut?" Your hand squeezed his base tighter while you slapped his swollen pretty cock head.

"never!" You said while tears started to pool in his eyes

"aww you're crying baby boy? You wanna cum more?" Your hand sped up.

"mommy mommy mommy! I- oh maker I love you so fucking much mommy!" It was like your boyfriend was chanting while he came more on your hand

"oh..I love you too baby boy"

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine Queen Ramonda comforting you when she founds out your parents kicked you out

Warnings: Some homophobia

They weren't supposed to find out that way, well honestly if it was up to you. Your parents wouldn't have found out either way. But how were you supposed to know they were going to be at that restaurant. Why did they have to sitting in the table right in front of your booth. Giving them a perfect line of vision of you and your date sitting on the same side talking and laughing. At first they just watched to see if what they thought was going on was really happening. After all the last thing they wanted to do was make a scene over a misunderstanding. It was when you leaned in pressing a kiss to her cheek while she took a picture. Your father lost it and shot out of his chair yelling your name. You pulled away from your date so fast eyes widening in fear at the sound of his voice.

You slid out of the booth knowing he wouldn’t have a problem dragging you himself. It was your mother who placed herself between you and him as your father closed the distance. By now all eyes were on the three of you, and your family had a reputation to uphold. Which is why your father was so upset about you going on a date with another girl. It was only three days ago he was chatting up a Merchant solider who's eye you had caught. He intended on sending you out with the man the next day. You lied and told him you couldn't because Okoye wanted you to do overnight guarding at the palace. It was only half a lie you were still in training to be a Dora Milaje, and wanted to show your dedication. So you offered to do some overnight guarding not to mention you would get to spend some extra time with your real crush. A fellow Dora Milaje trainee who had been bonding with for sometime now.

"Is this a joke" Your father growled angrily.

"Dad we can talk about this at home this isn't the place" You insisted.

"Home" He scoffed. "You think you have a home with us after this blasphemy. You're a disgrace to the family name."

It was as if his words turned into a spear and was driven into your heart. As you took a step back with a look of disbelief. "Father you can't be serious."

"I'm not your father anymore." He said with a dead look in his eyes before turning around to leave.

"Mother don't let him do this" You pleaded with the reasonable parent.

Your mother lifted her head with sorrow in her eyes. She was stuck between her love for her daughter and her loyalty to her husband. You reached forward grabbing both of her shoulders. "I have nowhere else to go. I'm your child for Bast's sake."

"I know honey I know" she whispered bringing a hand up to your face.

"Yeah" You nodded leaning into her touch, but she pulled her hand back.

"But your father is the decision maker, so just end this ridiculous facade with this young woman here. Then we can talk him down" Your mother demanded.

Your head swiveled back and forth between your date and your mother. Until finally your eyes settled on your date who looked away with tears in her eyes. She was scared not for only for you, but of being embarrassed in front of everyone in this restaurant. The whole city knew who you were and your family name. If you made her out to be a fool right now, she would be an outcast. She knew it, you knew it, and most importantly your mother knew it.

You turned back to your mother with a scowl on your face. It caught her off guard, and she shrunk back. "You know what that man might decide your life, but he doesn't decide mine. You can leave I'm staying right here with my love" You said.

"Y/N don't be stu-" Your mother paused her protest watching as you slid back into the booth next to your date, and took her hands in yours.

Eventually your mother left the restaurant as well, and you finished your date even though it was a bit awkward. Afterwards when it was time for you two to go your separate ways. She asked if you wanted to crash with her for the night. You turned her offer down not because you didn't want to, but because it was hard for you to accept help from others. You were use to always having your parents to turn to whenever you needed anything. They were the only ones who got to see you vulnerable, but now you didn't have them anymore.

You walked her home and kissed her goodbye. She shot you a worried look over her shoulder as she went inside her house. You put on a brave face blowing her kiss goodnight before turning away, and walking down the street. You wandered for a good thirty minutes but as the night drew on, the cold started to settle in more. At some point you started shivering with only your leather jacket to keep you warm. Without realizing it you had walked all the way to the palace.

Even at night the massive building was quite the sight to behold. You knew that they were still people on the inside active. It wasn't super late plus the Princess had a habit of pulling all-nighters. No doubt she had a few guards stationed in the lab where it would be nice and warm.

"Y/N" a voice called out your name filled with confusion.

You looked to the side to see Okoye and Ayo walking up both in their armor, and wielding their spear. There was a look of concern on both of their faces, as both of them knew of your plans tonight. After all it was Ayo who gave your date the courage to ask you out. Okoye made sure you had tonight and tomorrow morning off for training to be able to enjoy your time with her. Ayo pestered her about it for days reminding her that when the two of you graduated. That those moments would be so far and few in between.

"Child what are you doing here so late?" Okoye asked.

You shrugged your shoulders unable to come up with a good enough lie. You surely weren't about to tell either of them the truth. But it was the pained look in your eyes that gave you away.

Ayo and Okoye looked at each other knowing something was wrong, but neither of them wanted to push you on the subject.

"I should probably just go" You whispered turning to walk away.

"No it's late why don't go inside there's a resting area for the Doras who have overnight duties." Okoye suggested catching by the arm with a firm grip.

"Okoye its okay I'll be fine" You insisted trying to pull your arm free, but her grip was iron.

"Y/N come inside." This time she wasn't asking it was an order.

You had no other choice but to comply and followed the General and Ayo into the palace. They lead you to a long stretch of hallway filled with doors on each side. "Just pick any empty room, and you can spend the night here. You already know where you can wash up, and there should be a pair of changing clothes as well." Okoye told you.

"Thank you General and Ayo" You said.

"If you need to talk y/n remember we are here for you" Ayo replied.

You nodded and descended down the hallway stopping at the fifth door on the left. You took a peek of the inside through the small circular window on the door. The room was empty, and so that was the one you picked. It was bigger than the standard size room with a queen size bed pushed up against the wall in the far right corner. The bed was lined with golden sheets and a white comforter matching the color tone of the room. Indeed on the bottom of the bed was a pair of slacks and a long sleeved shirt. You were too tired and stressed out for the night to feel embarrassed about this whole thing. So you gathered up the clothes in your arms making the trip to the locker room for the Dora Milaje, to shower.

But even after a nice long and hot shower you couldn't bring yourself to just go crawl into the cozy bed and sleep. Your mind was replaying the argument with your parents in the restaurant over and over again. They really disowned you for who you loved. All your life all you ever did was try to make them proud. No matter how unrealistic the expectations were you met them and sometimes rose above them. How could they just abandon you like that? Instead of going back to the room to rest you ended up in the training room. Where you took your frustrations out on multiple practice dummies. But it wasn't enough, so you moved onto to the wooden statue. Slamming your fists into it till the wood started to splinter away. It didn't even cross your mind to wrap your hands, you just overlooked the bloodied knuckles.

It was when you threw a too hard of a strike that the pain flared up badly embedding small wooden pieces into your already injured hand. You let out a cry of pain clucthing your hand to your chest. The cry turned into a howl of frustration you twisted your body around to kick at the platform.

"Don't you think that's enough trainee."

The voice came from the entrance to the training room, and you would know it anywhere. You stopped your foot just short of connecting with the wooden statue. Breathing hard you brought your leg down and turned around to see if you were dreaming or not.

It was no dream the Queen of Wakanda stood in the doorway dressed in a beautiful white gown with a top head piece to go with it. You dropped down to one knee and crossed your arms over each other forming an x over your chest.

"Your highness did I disturb you?" You asked nervously.

"As you were y/n" Queen Ramonda said.

Your eyes widened in surprise when your name left her mouth, but you got back to your feet. Unsure of what to do as you had only ever seen the Queen in passing, and never had direct contact with her. You just stood there fiddling with your fingers wincing in pain every now and then.

"Okoye told me there would be an off-guard duty resting here tonight. It doesn't look like you're resting to me" She said. Her eyes looking you up and down settling on your hands. "Child" she breathed walking over to you.

"I was just a little restless" You murmured looking away. You stiffened when Queen Ramonda took your hands in hers to examine the damage.

"You did quite the number on yourself don't you think." She scolded you but her eyes softened.

"I was lost in my own frustrations I'm fine my Queen" You tried to reassure her. But she wasn't buying it.

"Come with me and let's get these knuckles of yours patched up" Queen Ramonda told you.

You shook your head. "Your highness you don't hav-"

Queen Ramonda silenced you with a stern look leaving no room for discussion. "I thought to never question the royal family would've been Okoye's first lesson for you."

"It was" You admitted.

"Then come my child and no more questions" she ordered.

You followed the Queen out of the training room to the infirmary that was only a few doors down. She motioned for you to take a seat on one of the beds, and you watched as she went through the cabinets. Pulling out all the material to bandage up your bruised knuckles. You were in awe at not only being in the presence of the Queen of Wakanda herself, but the fact that she was taking care of you. It was a surprise to you that she even knew how to patch you up.

"Don't be so shocked child my son is the Black Panther, and has always been reckless from a young age. Who do you think took care of his small injuries." Queen Ramonda said laying out all the materials beside her before taking a seat beside you.

"I don't know a nurse maybe" You answered quietly.

"Well we did have one of those but what kind of mother can't take of her children's cuts and bruises?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Maybe the kind of mother who abandons her child over love" You mumbled under your breath.

Queen Ramonda couldn't make out your words, but could tell you were directing them at someone else. You placed your hands in her lap without her asking. She got to work on cleaning them first and for a while there was just silence.

You let out a hiss of pain when she picked out the splinters, but other than that you stayed quiet.

"Tell me what troubles you" Queen Romanda said as she wiped the blood away. "And don't tell me you're fine y/n I have two children who can't seem to stay out of trouble. I know when you're lying."

You didn't want to share your problems with The Queen, but she wasn't leaving you much of a choice. "My parents and I had a argument."

"Well you are the age where they might have a hard time letting you go to become your own person."

"Oh trust me they had no problem letting me go when they found out who I really was. No problem at all that's why I'm here tonight" You said without thinking. The disdain in your voice was evident as well as the pain.

"And exactly who are you?" she asked softly

You shook your head turning away to look at the wall. Would the Queen give you the same look as disgust as your father did? You didn't feel like finding out.

Queen Ramonda finished wrapping your hands up, and gripped your chin bringing your face back around to face her. "Tell me who you are y/n after all it's only fair I know who's going to be in charge of my family's safety.

"I like girls okay they weren't happy about that, and decided that I just wasn't their daughter anymore." You managed to get out before squeezing your eyes shut in order to contain the tears. The whole night you fought off the urge to cry, but right now in this moment. After admitting the truth there was no more fighting. You bit your lip so hard blood coated your tongue.

The Queen wrapped her arms around you pulling you into a hug. You wanted to pull away and insist this wasn't appropriate, but she was the Queen. Who were you to fight her?

"Y/N there is nothing wrong with who you are no matter what your parents tell you, and their love does not define you" she whispered.

You gave a meek nod.

She pulled you back to wipe your tears away. "You are Wakandan no matter what and you will always have a home here in the palace. I can get you a permanent room if you need it."

"No my Queen that's too much it one night here is enough, I'll figure it out tomorrow" You protested.

She raised an eyebrow. "How about a week?"

You opened your mouth to protest again, but she held up a single finger. "You're having a hard time not questioning me aren't you?" The teasing smile let you know she wasn't serious, but still you looked away slightly ashamed.

"I guess a week here won't be so bad" You agreed.

"Good now why don't you go get some sleep?" Queen Ramonda suggested. "There will be no training for you tomorrow it'll give those knuckles time to recover."

You were taken back by that. Worser injuries had been suffered in sparring matches, and still you trained. "Your highness I'm fully able to train."

Queen Ramonda shook her head. "No my daughter needs someone to accompany her to the city tomorrow. She complains that Okoye and Ayo are too paranoid and no fun. I think you can fulfill that position unless you're not up to it."

Guarding the Princess of Wakanda out in public was a duty reserved specially for seasoned Doras. To be trusted with such a task and by the Queen herself was a huge honor.

"Yes my Queen I can do it" You said with a small smile.

She nodded at you. "Good then go get some rest.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther #queen ramonda x reader #queen ramonda imagine #okoye #ayo

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Rebecca x reader celebrating their anniversary?

Thanks so much for the request!! 💕

This has been inspired by recent events ie I've been sick for the last like 4 days and am in the mood for a cute/fluffy fic! I'm still not 100% so I'm sorry if this one isn't stellar 😅😷

"Yes, a reservation for Saturday. . . 7pm please . . . that works . . . yes just for two . . . great, thank you so much!"

You hang up the phone and Keeley walks into your office.

"Oi, hot date this weekend?" She says with a wink.

"Why yes actually" you say playfully. "It's our anniversary this weekend."

"Wow already?! That went by so fast! I feel like you two were pitifully flirting with each other like two weeks ago!" She says.

"Oh my god Keels it was not pitiful!"

"It kind if was!" She says and you both laugh. "So, what do you have planned?! Something fun? Romantic? Incredibly sexy?!"

"Well I just got a reservation at her favorite restaurant Saturday night, and I have a spa day booked for us during the day. Then on Sunday I was thinking of doing brunch and then maybe head out to a winery or something for the afternoon!"

"Oh la la! That sounds like a fantastic anniversary weekend!"

"I'm very excited, I want this weekend to be perfect."

"And what are the two of you trouble makers up to?"

You look over and see Rebecca walking into your office.

"Hi babe!" You say.

"Oh nothing, y/n is just telling me about her super secret anniversary plans for the both of you."

"Ah, is she now?" She playfully raises an eyebrow at you.

"Yes she is" you say "and no you can't know about any of it." You get up out of your chair and walk up to Rebecca, wrapping your arms around her waist. "You're just going to have to wait and see."

Rebecca gives you a pouty face as she wraps her arms around you.

"You're precious, but no I'm not telling you anything." You look over a Keeley "And Keeley isn't going to tell you anything either! Right?"

"Right!"

You look back up at Rebecca and smile at her, getting lost in her eyes. She smiles back and leans in and gives you a quick kiss.

"Fine." She says rolling her eyes.

You computer dings and you sigh, reluctantly pulling away from your girlfriend and sit back down at your desk.

"Who's that?" Rebecca asks.

"Just Higgins, wanted an update on some numbers," it dings again "and wants to know if I know of a place where he can rescue senior cats?" You begin to laugh and feel a tickle in your chest, you let out a cough that rattles your lungs.

"Are you getting sick?" Rebecca asks.

"No, I'm not," you cough again "I just had a tickle in my throat."

You take a sip from your water bottle and look over at Rebecca and Keeley, neither of them convinced.

"I'm fine! I promise."

Rebecca gives you a look and you wave her off.

"Baby I'm fine, we're going to have an amazing anniversary weekend!"

"Okay, if you say so." She says with a smile.

Rebecca and Keeley leave and another cough rattles your chest.

"Shit." You think to yourself. "Nope, I'm not getting sick. I'm fine."

You finish the rest of the day and head home with Rebecca. The two of you chat about your day as you're making dinner, Rebecca talks about something Ted did and you laugh, a few more lung-rattling coughs escape as you laugh and Rebecca looks at you.

"I'm fine, I promise! It's just allergies or something."

"Okay, I'm just saying, it's okay if we just relax this weekend and do something small for our anniversary."

"I know, but I want this to be special! I'm fine, we're going to have a great time this weekend."

Rebecca smiles at you and kisses you on the head and you lean into her. Later that night you're laying in bed next to her, both of you cuddled together under the duvet. You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear as you lay facing her, both of you smiling, looking into each others eyes.

"I can't wait for this weekend." You say quietly.

"Me either, I'm excited to see what you planned."

"I hope you like it." You say furrowing your eyebrows. You want this weekend to be special and you want her to enjoy every second of it. You've second guessed every single thing that you've planned more than once, wondering if she would enjoy it or not.

"I'm going to love whatever it is, as long as I get to be with you." She pulls you into her and kisses you. You relax into her as you feel her warm lips on yours. Your lips part and you lay into her chest, wrapping your arms around her. Another tickle rises in your chest and you turn away and cough, the vibration rattles your ribcage, you feel a warm hand on your back.

"Honey you don't sound good." Rebecca says, you see a worried look on her face as you turn back towards her.

"I'm okay baby, I promise." You say with a smile.

"If that gets any worse you have to go to the doctor okay?"

"Alright, but I'm not sick."

She shakes her head at you and pulls you into her once more.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You kiss goodnight and drift off to sleep in each others arms. Your alarm goes off in the morning and you roll over and shut it off. Your throat feels dry and you realize how congested you got overnight, barely able to breathe out of your nose. You feel Rebecca shift and you roll over, you see a pair of beautiful green eyes peaking out from under the duvet.

"Good morning." You say with a smile as you lower yourself back under the covers.

"Good morning love. How did you sleep?"

"I slept well, how about you?"

"I slept really well." You say with a smile.

"I'm kind of surprised." She says.

"Why?"

"Because of how much you were snoring." She gives you a knowing look.

"Oh noo I'm sorry baby, did I keep you up?" You know you only snore either when you're exhausted, or sick.

"No," she says with a smile "they were cute little snores actually."

You let out a little sigh of relief, at least you didn't keep her up all night.

"But, as much as you'd like to deny it, I think you're getting sick."

"I'm fine! It's just allergies or something, nothing is going to keep us from having the best anniversary weekend ever!"

She kisses you on your forehead.

"I am very excited for this weekend, but I want to make sure you're okay."

"I am, I promise."

You smile at her and she kisses you. Her soft lips on yours make you feel like you're floating, but you take notice of how difficult it is to breathe out of your nose.

Your morning routine is accompanied by a little sore throat, a few coughs, sniffles and tissues, trying to clear your sinuses. Rebecca gives you looks but doesn't say anything. "I'm not sick." You think to yourself. "I can't be." The ride to work was quiet, you begin to feel the pressure in your sinuses build, hoping it will go away soon. After you and Rebecca part ways you get yourself settled at your desk, the tickle in your chest returns and you go into a small coughing fit, you grab a tissue and realize the mucus you coughed up was yellow. "Fuck." You say quietly to yourself. All of the coughing made you a little light headed so you stay sitting for a minute before getting up and heading to your morning meeting, you stuff some tissues into your pocket before you leave.

The meeting was uneventful as usual, you notice Rebecca glancing over at you more often than usual as you try to hide the fact that you're starting to feel like you have a head cold. Back in your office your sinus pressure increases, you feel like you're wearing earmuffs and your voice is starting to get a rasp to it. As the morning drags on you feel yourself slowing down, your head feels clouded in a fog and your cough starts to become consistent. You drink from your water bottle, the cold water soothing your sore throat, it's definitely gotten worse since this morning. You try to power through the day, tomorrow is your anniversary and you want everything to be perfect. After what felt like hours of work you look up at the clock and realize only an hour has passed by. Rebecca texts you asking you if you want to go to lunch and you tell her you'll meet her by the doors.

You grab your stuff and make your way to your meeting place, sniffling and coughing the whole way there. You see Rebecca down the hall and try to keep your coughs and sniffles to a minimum, although it doesn't really work. You feel like you've ran a mile by the time you get down the hallway, your body is exhausted.

"Hi baby," she says pulling you into a hug "are you sure you're alright? You don't look so good." She kisses your forehead and lingers for a few more seconds. "Honey you feel warm," she says and puts the back of her hand to your head. She cups her hands around your flushed cheeks and looks into your eyes. "y/n, are you sure you're okay?"

You see the worry in her eyes, every ounce of you wants to deny that you're sick and that you're fine, but you don't have it in you. You shake your head "no" and lean into her.

"I think I'm sick." You say, your face buried in her shirt.

"Oh honey," she says with a little laugh and wraps her arms around you. "Come on, lets get you home."

She leads you into the car and you get in, she wraps her arms around you and you fall asleep with your head on her shoulder. She gently wakes you when you get home and brings you inside, she guides you to the couch and helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"I can't be sick!" You say. "We have so much to do tomorrow!"

She smiles and you hear a knock at the door.

"Who's that?" You ask.

"I called my doctor, he's coming over to take a look at you." She says as she walks to the door.

The doctor walks in and introduces himself, he takes your temperature, checks your ears, nose, throat, listens to your chest and takes your blood pressure.

"It sounds like an upper raspatory infection, as well as a sinus infection. I'll send antibiotics to the pharmacy for you to take, you should be good to go in a few days. In the meantime, take this, he hands Rebecca two pills, it should help you feel a little better." He says.

"Thank you." Rebecca says as you let out a small groan.

Rebecca walks him out and heads back to you with a glass of water and gives you the medicine.

"Come on love, lets get you in bed."

Defeated, you take the pills and walk with her up the stairs into the bedroom. She grabs pajamas out of your dresser and helps you with the zipper on your dress. You change into your pajamas and get into bed. You're not sure if it's because you feel like shit, or the disappointment, or maybe a combination of both, but a few tears fall from your eyes onto the pillowcase.

"Oh baby what's wrong?" She says with concern in her voice, stroking your hair.

"I'm sorry." You say quietly.

"What are you sorry for?" She lays down next to you and wraps her arms around you.

"I had such a great plan for our anniversary this weekend and now we can't do any of it and I feel so bad." You start to cry a little more.

"Aw honey, it's okay." She says as she kisses your head. "We can always do it another weekend, what's more important to me is that you're healthy. Okay?" She looks lovingly into your eyes and you nod your head, after a moment you snuggle into her again.

"It was going to be so much fun." You pout.

"So what was this wonderful plan?"

You sigh.

"I had a spa day booked for us tomorrow, and then dinner at your favorite restaurant. Then on Sunday I was going to take you to brunch and then out to one of the wineries."

You feel her smile as she pulls you in closer to her.

"I love you." She says.

"I love you too." You wrap your arms around her.

You drift off to sleep in her arms, dreams swirl in your mind, you dream that Rebecca is walking into the restaurant and you're falling behind, trying to catch up. You try to run but can't move any faster, Rebecca is looking for you, wondering where you are, you try and call out for her but no sound comes out. She looks disappointed as she walks into the restaurant alone, you try to scream for her again but again, no sound comes out. You try and run faster but can't, suddenly you feel like you're falling, you're jolted awake before you hit the ground, you try and catch your breath between coughs as you sit up, you feel yourself covered in sweat and you peel the duvet off of you.

You look around the room and realize its nighttime, you get out of bed and jump into the shower, the cool water feels soothing on your burning skin, the steam helps clear out your sinuses a little bit. You get out of the shower and put on a clean pair of pajamas, you pull a sweatshirt over your head and walk downstairs. It's quiet in the house, everything seems so still. The only light on is the one in the kitchen, on the counter you see a pill bottle and a note.

Y/n, I got your prescription from the pharmacy. I had to run back into the office to finish a few things. I'll pick up dinner on my way home, I should be home around 6:30. Drink water and relax, I love you. XX Rebecca

You smile at the note, your heart filling with love. You think to yourself how lucky you are to love and to be loved by someone so genuine, someone with such a big heart. It's little things like this that make you fall in love with her all over again.

You hear the door open and you walk into the hall and see Rebecca walking in.

"Good morning love." She says with a smile as she puts the bags in her hands on the table next to her.

"Hi baby."

You wrap your arms around each other and hold each other in a warm embrace.

"How are you feeling? I hope you haven't been waiting too long for me, I'm sorry I'm a little late."

"I'm feeling better, I think my fever broke, I woke up in a cold sweat. But no it's okay, I've only been awake for like five minutes."

"Oh good, you feel a lot cooler." She says as she puts her cheek against your forehead. "And good, I'm glad you were able to rest for a while." She places a hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead. She takes a deep breath and relaxes into you as she exhales.

"Are you okay?" You ask pulling away a little.

"Yeah, I was just worried about you, I've never seen you that sick before."

"I'm okay, I promise."

You get up on your tiptoes and place your lips on hers, she leans down a little, she towers over you when she's in heels. You part with smiles on your face.

"You hungry? I got dinner."

"Yes I'm starving!"

Rebecca kicks off her shoes and takes off her jacket, she grabs the takeout bags and places them on the coffee table. You both sit on the floor with your backs against the couch and enjoy your meal. You two laugh and chat while you eat, she gives you some of her dinner and you give her some of yours. By the time you're done, the both of you are stuffed and tired. You lay your head on her shoulder as you both sit on the floor and she rests her head on yours. You sit in silence for a minute, just enjoying each others company, enjoying just being with one another.

"I could sit here forever if my ass wasn't killing me right now." You say, breaking the silence.

Rebecca lets out a laugh and looks down at you and kisses you.

"Come on." She says as she starts to get up.

You clean up and head upstairs.

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?" You ask.

"I'm not sure, lets see how you feel and we'll go from there."

"Okay." You can't hide the disappointment in your voice, you were so excited for the plans you made.

Rebecca changes into pajamas and you both crawl into bed. You lay your head on the pillow facing her, her thumb gently caressing your cheek you close your eyes, trying to soak up every second that passes. A tickle forms in your lungs and you roll over and let out another lung rattling cough, you try and take a deep breath and feel a ripple in your lungs, like somethings stuck and you go into a small coughing fit trying to loosen whatever is trapped. Rebecca places her hand on your back and gently rubs it as you cough.

"Aw love." She says.

The coughing subsides, leaving you with a headache. You roll back over and snuggle into Rebecca, she wraps her arms around you, gently making small circles on your back.

"I hate this." You groan.

"I know." She says, placing a kiss on your head.

"I'm sorry I ruined our anniversary." You say, sighing into her.

"Honey you didn't ruin anything, plus it's not like you got sick on purpose. It's okay, we'll have a great day tomorrow." She pulls away and cups your face in her hands, gazing into your tired eyes. "The only way it could really be ruined is if we wouldn't be together at all. Sure those plans you made would have been a lot of fun, but as long as I get to spend the day with you, it doesn't matter what we do."

You look back into her eyes, they're filled with so much love, sometimes you can't imagine why of all people, she looks at you like that. You both frequently argue over which one of you is luckier.

"I love you."

You lean in and your lips meet hers, her skin so soft and warm against yours, you feel the whole world melt away. You try and breathe in through your nose and you feel the ripple in your lungs again, you pull away and break out into another small coughing fit. You groan as you turn back, nuzzling into her neck.

"I love you too baby." She says back, wrapping her arms around you.

You both drift off into a deep sleep, you wake yourself up coughing a few times throughout the night. The memories are fuzzy but you swore that every time you sat up coughing, you felt Rebecca's hand on your back comforting you.

You wake up the next morning to the sun shining through the window, you look over at the clock and realize it's still early. You roll back over towards Rebecca, whose back is turned to you and you wrap your arms around her and cuddle into her. You bury your face into her neck, her blond curls scattered across the pillow. The smell of her skin, her shampoo, it relaxes you as you close your eyes. You hear her let out a small hum as she gently holds onto you and sticks her feet under yours under the covers. You didn't even realize you dozed back off until you feel Rebecca slip out of your arms as she gets out of bed. You open your eyes and look up at her with a smile on your face, she turns and looks at you and leans down and kisses you.

"Go back to sleep love." She gently says.

"No I'm awake, just cozy. Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it, stay here. I'll come get you in a minute."

"Okay."

You curl up under the covers as you hear her walking back and fourth, you have no idea what she's doing, but your eyes are too tired to stay open to watch. After a few minutes you feel her gently nudge you.

"Come on, I have a surprise for you."

You get out of bed and Rebecca holds her hands over your eyes and leads you away from the bed. You feel the temperature change under your feet when you walk onto the cool tile in the bathroom. You take a few more steps before Rebecca takes her hands away from your eyes.

As your eyes adjust to the dim light you see the tub filled, bubbles scattered across the surface, a few candles burning and hear a playlist of romantic songs playing softly in the background.

"What is this?" You say softly surprised.

"I know how disappointed you were that we couldn't do everything you planned, so I decided to bring some of it to you."

You turn and look at Rebecca, who has a smile across her face. You feel your heart melt as you wrap your arms around her.

"Thank you baby. I love you."

"I love you too," she says, leaning down and gently kissing you. "Come on, lets get in before the water gets cold."

She lifts your shirt over your head and pulls her own off. You both pull off the rest of your clothes and step into the tub, you sit down between her legs and lean back into her, your head resting on her chest. She wraps her arms around your waist and you lay your arms on hers, holding her hands. The warm water soothes you as the steams helps you to breath a little easier. You close your eyes and relax against Rebecca while she gently sings along to the music. You're not sure how long you both were laying there for, but you slowly feel the waters temperature drop, you pull your hand out from below the surface and notice that your fingers are pruney. You lay your head back and look up at Rebecca, her eyes are closed while she hums to the music, her arms wrapped around your waist. She opens her eyes and looks down at you with a smile on her face. You reach your hand up to her face and guide her down towards you, your lips meet and you feel a warmth in your belly. She holds you tighter as you continue to kiss her, completely forgetting about the temperature of the cold water for a minute. Your lips part and she rests her cheek against your head, both of you completely at peace. She begins to notice the change in temperature and she looks down at you again.

"Come on, lets get you warmed up."

You take a deep breath and let out a few more coughs, she gently rubs your back as you cough. You sigh and you both get out of the tub and change into sweatpants and sweatshirts, you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen. You take a seat at the counter and Rebecca turns the kettle on. She starts taking out eggs, pancake mix and a few other things.

"What are you doing?" You ask amused, she usually doesn't cook.

"I'm going to make you breakfast." She says with a smile.

"Let me help," you say getting out of the chair.

"No, no, I got this."

"Oh come on,"

"No! You sit your sick little butt down."

Knowing you aren't going to win the argument you reluctantly sit back down. Watching Rebecca cook is equally as entertaining as it is frustrating, she knows her way around the kitchen well enough, but there are definitely times where you had to stop yourself from jumping in. You both laugh and talk as she cooks, you mostly poke fun at her and she teases you back. By the time everything is done your stomach is growling and the kitchen smells wonderful. She puts everything out on the table and you both sit and eat.

"Not bad, maybe you do know how to cook after all." You tease.

"Just because you're sick doesn't mean you get to be a little prat." She playfully replies.

You finish breakfast and the two of you head into the living room. Rebecca lays on the couch and pulls you on top of her, you lay your head on her chest and she pulls a blanket over the two of you. She grabs the remote and puts something on the tv and she runs her fingers through your hair. Before you know it you're drifting off to sleep again in her arms, you're not sure how long you're asleep for, but you wake up when you feel Rebecca shift under you. You look up at her and she kisses your head.

"I'm sorry did I wake you up?" She asks.

"No, I'm sorry I didn't even realize I fell asleep on you."

"I dozed off too, it's okay." She says, wrapping her arms around you again.

"What time is it?" You ask looking around.

Rebecca picks up her phone, you shield your eyes from the light.

"Almost time for dinner actually, wow we really slept the whole day away."

You chuckle and nuzzle into her.

"Whoops."

"I'm going to order delivery, okay?" She says.

"Yeah that's fine."

You hear her nails tapping on her phone as she orders, after a minute she puts her phone down and wraps her arms around you again.

"Okay, should be here in a little bit."

You both lay together while you wait for the food to be delivered, just chatting and flipping through channels on the television. After a little bit you hear a knock on the door and you both get up. Rebecca walks to the door and answers, she hands the delivery man some cash and takes the bags inside. You follow her into the kitchen when you notice the name of the restaurant on the takeout bags, your favorite restaurant.

"Did you order from-"

"Yes I did, happy anniversary my love." She says as she pulls you into a hug.

"You didn't have to, you're the best. Happy anniversary baby." You get on your tiptoes and she leans down and kisses you, you bring your hand to her cheek and she runs her fingers through your hair. You feel her smile into the kiss and you can't help but do the same. Your lips part and she starts pulling the food out of the bags.

"I got you your favorite, plus a little surprise," she pulls another container out of the bag and hands it to you.

You open the container and realize she ordered your favorite dessert. Your face lights up and you look up at her, she seems pleased with herself.

"You're the best." You say as you kiss her again.

You both sit at the table and enjoy your anniversary dinner, you laugh and reminisce about how you both would flirt with each other before you started dating, how Keeley helped wingman the both of you, how you tried to keep the relationship secret from everyone at work but everyone seemed to know immediately anyway. You both talk about how you're the happiest you've ever been since you got together, what you both felt when you realized you were falling in love with each other, how scared you were to tell her, only to find out she was just as scared to tell you too. As you finish dessert you rest your chin on your hand and just watch her as she finishes eating.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing, you're just insanely beautiful."

"I literally look like shit right now" she says with a laugh.

"Not worse than me!" You laugh. "But you really don't, even when you look like this, you're still so gorgeous. I'm so lucky because not only are you insanely fucking hot, you have the biggest and best heart of anyone I've ever met."

She puts her hand over yours and strokes it with the back of your hand.

"I love you Rebecca."

"I love you too y/n."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"I'd love to."

You both get up and head back to the couch, you sit next to Rebecca and throw the blanket over the both of you. She wraps one arm around you as she finds a movie and you lay your head on her shoulder. As much as it sucks being sick, and as disappointed as you were that you couldn't do any of the things you planned for your anniversary, you almost wish that this day would never end.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #willalove75 #wlw fanfic

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Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch1 Fated Encounter

When the shadowed moon turns to a full eclipse that blocks out even the stars, the monster comes out to claim the maiden. The wound Cupid's arrow caused by piercing his dark heart bleeds out for her, so he would seek what his body needed to heal. The waning desire pangs him so.

This is a semi rewrite for In The Moon's Shadow/ Eclipsed Starshine. I wasn't very happy with how either turned out so I'm reediting the old chapters to be better and adding new ones and getting rid of some completely. With new plot points added in and a few other things. Again there's a few things that you need to know about so please read the points below!

1. This is a Yandere-ish story. I in NO way support any of that kind of relationship in real life!

2. This is a story with Demons from Demon Slayer so expect there to be some fighting, cussing, blood, mentioned killing, and other such things. Although they WILL be way toned down.

3. Kokushibo isn't going to be much of a yandere and more of having no idea how human relationships work but that's because Im not used to writing full blown yanderes. So the relationship will be non-toxic.

4. This IS an AU. So barely anything will be cannon.

5. If any chapters have warnings please read and heed them.

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant.

EDIT: Fixed previous spelling errors plus added one or two details.)

To say the least you had a pretty consistent, normal life.

....

......

No. Really. You did. There really wasn't anything else to describe it. Just that. Normal. Plain. Average. But calm and quiet. A normal every run of the mill life. As simple as that. Your life wasn't too different than the other average woman's. There wasn't anything that stood you out from another person.

And that's EXACTLY what you loved about it.

For as long as you could remember it had always been pretty peaceful. You were raised by a kind older couple along with many other children they took in. You had a happy normal childhood, and when you turned fourteen you were offered an apprenticeship by your tiny village's local fragrance maker. It wasn't the most exciting life but as you grew older into adulthood you learnt to appreciate the calm and quiet of your job. Learning from your tutor to carve the carefully crafted hand made soups and candles into different shapes, learning the best ways to store incense, and slowly learning how to make perfumes. Although you hadn't gotten a hand for the liquid scent sprays yet. But you didn't mind. You were always surrounded by delightful fragrances.

Overall your life as an adult was everything you could've asked for. A peaceful village with plenty of good people. A calm life away from waring clans and big crime. A job that pays well. And a small home you could call your own. There wasn't much for you to really worry yourself over except for the stares. You couldn't pretend that you didn't get many stares from the men in the town. Many offers of marriage declined. And many more people becoming angry but only a select few had gotten violently aggressive and they were all taken cared of one way or another. So there really wasn't anything much else in your town to worry about-

"The fighting has gotten worse to the east of here."

The sounds of broom bristles sweeping across the floor stopped in their actions. Your hands paused in their task of cleaning the shop entrance to look up and over. The small shop was quiet again today. There was hardly any customers in at all other than sweet old Mrs.Tenshi whom had stopped by to by a few rose scented candles for her study. Not a sound to be heard except for your body stepping around to sweep the floors and the wind chimes hung just right outside of your boss's shop. You figured today was a perfect day to sweep and mop the store front and dust the shelves to keep the store looking clean and enticing to customers. But hearing the words of the older woman sitting just in front of a small table had made you pause and turn to her.

"What?"

Her wrinkled face frowned harder in a scowl aimed at nothing in particular but clearly upset very much at something troubling her. "The fighting to the east of here has gotten worse. The peace talks between the warlords hasn't provided anything. Soon their fighting will continue on."

That's right. The war. You nearly forgotten about that. Two of the biggest nations there was around here had been fighting for almost three years now. Wars were full of death and misery and destruction and chaos. However your little village nestled away in the hills and forests had remained entirely unaffected by anything the two nations had done being just outside of both. Far away enough to escape any negative side effects but close enough to still hear news of what was going on with the wars. Sometimes you'd even see soldiers walk through town to buy supplies or sake from the local markets before leaving. Their armor and swords clanking heavily. Their bodies usually covered in scars and healing wounds. And their powerful war horses stomping down the paths. You've always made it a habit to avoid interaction with those men as much as possible even if most of them had been actually quite friendly to who they spoke to. You just didn't want any trouble with anyone. So you always played it safe. But even the soldiers visiting was a pretty rare occurrence. You hadn't seen any for the last year now even. So you were never really too concerned about what what those men did miles and miles away from you. It wasn't affecting you so you didn't see any reasons for concern.

"Oh my. That is awful. Those poor men must be very tired by now."

"It is not the men who concern me." The older woman rose a shaking hand out to place down a small bar of lavender scented soap she'd been mindlessly fiddling with for the past ten minutes as her mind wondered off on its own. "A human I can have no qualms against but it's the beasts that make me feel concerned."

"Beasts?" Was she perhaps referring to the soilders? You heard these warriors could be ruthless in battle and blood thirsty enough to rival a bear's appetite.

Her eyes flashed dangerously at you. "Demons you naive girl! Demons! The blood lusting animals that dare walk amongst us and act like we are equals when they are nothing but mindless savages!"

You had nothing to say against that. Mostly because you didn't know what to say to that.

Demons.

Yes. Yes you've heard of such people. People who were not human. Beings with horns like dragons, fangs like a wolf, multiple eyes and arms like spiders, and all kinds of other rumors. Everyone always pointed at demons for things that went bump in the night. Rumors said that they were supposed to be nothing but bad news for anyone. Blood thirsty and being able to harness dangerous powers. But you'd never met one before. Oh you knew they existed alright. How did you know? Well you never saw a demon before but you HAD seen a man that claimed to have demon heritage. He had the truth written all over his face..Or quite plainly his forehead where a third eyeball had been stationed in the traveler's face. All three very much real moving and blinking at everyone. The town's people hadn't taken too fondly of the traveler with most of your village giving him stares or out right ignoring the man asking about any inns nearby. He had gotten the unwelcoming hint and left before nightfall. You felt bad for the poor man but never spoke to him since you both hadn't interacted one on one. That was the closest thing to excitement you had gotten around here. The closest thing you'd ever seen to a real demon. And you weren't sure you actually wanted to meet one.

"It's rumored that one of those warlords are paying for the beasts to be mercenaries for war!," she spat continuing on with her disdain for the demons.

"Well that's only rumored right?" You changed the subject politely not wishing to continue listening to her ramble on her hatred. "You shouldn't believe gossip about something like that if there's no real proof. Otherwise you'll be worrying about nothing."

You turned back to the hardwood floor and started up your broom again making your boss scoff at your words. "Rumors or not you'll soon learn that being vigilant about these things can and will save you later on in life. It's how I survived for so long."

"I'm sure it is," you politely said back not in the mood to argue about such things.

It was stupid to argue with someone so bullheaded anyways. The old were stuck in their ways and would die on their hill before admitting defeat. Energy was better spent in productivity and getting work done now rather then letting it build up later.

Days of beautiful cloudy skies and warm weather transitioned to warm nights with the moon shining brightly in the dark. Blissfully life went on. Peaceful. Hard working. Serene. And safe from any harm that might've been taking place mere miles away and hopefully it would stay like that. The thoughts of danger and of Demons wasn't too concerning but it always looked in the back of your mind like a pesky fly not willing to buzz off but as always life goes on. Summer was in full swing, and the enjoyable warm weather would not be wasted on worrying about what ifs or possible scenarios that might not even come to pass. The warm weather should be taken advantage of. To be enjoyed to the fullest. To be appreciated and enjoyed.

"Will you be going night fishing again tonight?"

The smell of lavender fragrance filled the air as your hands carefully guided a small carving tool over a purple hunk of soap. The hands holding it currently in the process of carving the small soap hunk into the shape of a flower, to be placed on the shelf later for a customer to buy and take hone. Your eyes blinked up at the older woman. She was already grabbing a few previously carved soaps in different shapes, patterns, and forms up in her arms to place on the shelves as you finished up the one you were currently holding. But you had stopped to look up at her as she spoke.

"Yes. It's less crowded that way." Your eyes followed her form as she slowly stood up and walked over to a nearby shelf her older form shuffling along slowly. "The waters are always crowded with men and boys during the day. It's a favorite past time for them....and not many of them appreciate a woman intruding into their 'territory.'"

The elder hummed. "It's a dangerous thing to do, walking around at night by yourself. Especially for a girl."

"I only do it when the nights are clear and warm." You smiled widely at her back before the hands continued their task of carving. "I'll be safe near the village. A few good meals of fish will be worth losing a few hours of sleep."

She hummed placing a cat shaped soap bar on the shelf. "I still say it's foolish...but if you're insisting on going out tonight, pick up some wild basil for me. I'm starting to run low."

Your lips smiled wider. "I will. There's some near a small pond not too far outside of the village."

"Hm. I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I'll be alright. You'll see."

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You should have heeded the warnings.

Warm blue skies faded to make way for her dark sister to claim for night. The sun kissing the horizon good night as it's last few rays of light disappeared from sight. Mothers called their children inside their warm houses to sleep in their cozy beds safe and sound until the next morning. The silence was peaceful on the warm summer night breezes. The calmness soothing the crickets to sing their lullabies to the dimming lights of the homes. Lantern lights being put to sleep after a long usage. The bustling town settling down and falling asleep soundly.

Your door opened quietly and you stepped out of your house and into the quiet, barren streets. The moonlight shining down and kissing your form. A shiver running down your spine from a warm breeze ghosting over your form. It would be a good night to fish. The door closed softly as you started walking towards the woods outside the village, fishing line curled up within your right hand. The moon shown down upon the forests illuminating the night bright enough for you to see and watch as the trees swayed im the warm breezes and hear the peaceful rustling of their leaves and lullabies of the crickets. It was just so beautiful and lively. You always loved doing this. Free from crowds of people and being able to peacefully just live in these moments.

The sweet smells of flowers and grass were encouraging your lungs. Combined with the warmth of the summer air warming your muscles and urging them on. Both made you feel as light as a feather on your mere feet and the ground felt soft under you. You were smiling. Arms out splayed against the wind blowing around your hair like crazy and cooling your body against the warm heat beaming down on you. Step after step. Faster and faster. You joyously started to run through the pathways and around a corner of a house as soft dirt pathways turned into grassy floors of forests as you excitedly entered the beckoning woods. The moonlight being blocked out a bit because of the swaying trees and branches but you could still see perfectly fine. The small pond so many people liked to fish at during summer wasn't too far from where you entered. It was just nearly a quarter of a mile into the woods. You loved coming out during these warm months and gathering the natural resources the forest provides your small village. It really was a perfect place to live being so abundant in resources and stationed within such a secluded and safe location. The way you found the decently sized pond was walking through a bush and having to blink when a flurry of sparkling lights glared your eyes for a second.

Blinking your eyes adjusted to the beautiful and wonderful sight of a dark beautiful pond reflecting the moon on its surface and sparkling as if the reflection had its own stars and consolations within its ripples. Completely untouched and waiting for you to touch its soft silence. Soft footsteps approached the gleaming water and a carbon copy of a woman appeared in the gleaming reflections. She smiled up at the original mirroring the actions of the woman above. The woman's fiddled with her line and the small contacts she brought along with her. A hook with a big, juicy worm stabbed on the end of it dangled over the woman in the dark reflection before dropping into the water and rippling the reflection woman away back into the darkness of the waters.

The night was a beautiful thing if you needed it to be, or if you wanted to make it become that way. And in a way, it was both to you in the end. The sweet smells of flowers and grass filling your lungs. Combined with the warmth of the summer season warming your smaller body as you walked along the forest back towards your small home. Tonight was the perfect night to go fishing within the woods as it was warm, full of food, and a wide variety of other items that you could harvest. Wild berries to be picked. Old fruit trees long forgotten. A small pond with plenty of fish that only you knew. It was perfect for someone like you who loved these nights. Even taking time to pick up a few stems of basil and what fruits were left by the hoards of hungry men who flocked through here during the day. You could just harvest and hunt whatever you needed even if you lost track of time and it was fairly dark now. It shouldn't take you too long to get back to your village, but even then it'll be darker and later before you got back anyways. Not that you were too worried about still being in the woods when night fell, after all there wasn't really anything dangerous like bears or tigers where you lived. They usually didn't go near human settlements. The most dangerous predator in these woods was the hawks and owls with the occasional fox here and there. You doubt a bird or tiny fox would even want to bother you, you were much bigger compared to them and it wouldn't be worth the fight for the food you carried when they could easily hunt their own. So no. You weren't worried at all. And it was beautiful outside tonight, a warm breeze in summer and the moonlight being your companions for the long trip back home.

You had nearly made it out when a curiosity caught your eye. A light within the darkness ahead of you. One that wasn't the moon or stars in the sky and it certainly wasn't the fireflies. A flickering dancing light that was blocked by a wall of tall bushes. That... wasn't supposed to be there. It had caught you so off guard that you nearly dropped the few fish you caught on your line in your hands. The bold brightness of the light was mysterious but... enticing. Enough to get you walking forward towards the wall of bushes. Hand slowly reaching out to grab a handful of soft leaves on the bush to pull back. You were expecting perhaps a start of a forest fire or perhaps a hunter camping out here enjoying the warm weather like you were.

However you were not expecting seeing was a fluttering purple and black haori coat moving with the cool breeze or the man who was using the fire as his companion for the night. The woman's body ran cold as she realized he was standing just a few inches away from her own face and loomed above her form and it took you longer to figure out one thing. He had been staring in your direction this entire time. It took you off guard once the realization hit you, and it caused you to pause staring back at the still chest of the man. For a long time there was nothing but silence not even the crickets dung. Only the fire behind the dark figure, the wind, and the rustling of leaves to save you from total silence.

"A woman."

You flinched at the Deep monotone voice above you. There was a clicking sound in the dark that had your eyes darting to the right in search of the source, and ice flooded your veins when realization struck you. Two strong looking hands had let go of the familiar sight of a sword tied to the side of the flowing purple and black checkered haori. This man, whomever he was, had been gripping onto that weapon with intent to strike. The clicking noise had been him resheathing his sword.

Dark fear enveloped in your mind as your eyes darted away and back to the middle of the man, one hand still clutching onto the hilt of the weapon. "I-Im sorry. I-I had no idea s-s-someone else was out here. I didn't m-mean to scare you."

You couldn't make out his face entirely, the fire was too small to produce enough light and he stood mostly in darkness so you couldn't make out exactly what color the eyes that looked back at you were, not that you could anyways refusing to look up at his face. But you could tell he was young, maybe mid or late twenties by the sounds of his voice.

"A weak thing like you did not scare me." You flinched at his blunt, harsh words. "Who are you?"

"I'm from the village. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here hunting," you somehow managed to stutter out from the intense atmosphere this man radiated.

"I am not hunting." His head tilted slightly and bore into the sight of the line of fish still strung in her hands. "Is that what you were doing?"

"N-No ..I-I was fishing."

"Fishing?" You nodded. And finally the other hand slowly dropped from his sword much to your relief. "A woman should not be in the forest late at night."

"I-Im ok. I d-dont live too far from here. H-honestly I didn't know another hunter w-was out here."

"I am not hunting."

"But if you're not hunting, what are you doing all alone out here?"

"That is none of your business." Again you fell silent from his blunt tone that left no room for arguing but he did seem to pause taking in the sight of the woman before him. "...Is there a town nearby here then? Or does your family live out here alone?"

"T-There's a town," you squeaked out.

"With businesses?" You nodded quickly and silently making the man above you hum. "... Excellent."

He spoke strangely. Very slow and with pauses between his words. Strange. Maybe he was tired from traveling. It was turning night after all.

"Oh. Well I won't disturb you then-" A gurgling growling noise stopped you in your tracks from backing away as the man stiffened up. You both stood there. You slowly blinked and your eyes lowered to his mid section. "....Have you eaten anything?"

"No."

"Then here." The man seemed surprised when you reached out to the line you were holding, snapping off one of the fish, and held it out to the darkened figure. "It's not much, but traveling on an empty stomach isn't good for your strength. Take this and make some food out of it...Wait. You do know how to cook fish, right?"

You finally looked up at his face and.... couldn't make out a single feature of his face. It was too dark and the hat he wore blocked out even more light cloaking it further from view, although you could make out long hair poking out from his hat and pool near his neck. Bangs maybe?

The stranger remained silent for a long moment just looking at the fish dangling from your hand seeming to contemplate for a long moment. "No and I Don't need it but I will take it since you offered." A hand reached out and grabbed it from the darkness. You noted how much larger they were compared to yours and the strange pointed nails but didn't comment as the hand pulled it back into the darkness and away from your sight. The man's head turning away downwards to you assumed to look at the food you had offered him. "...This will suffice for now." He then turned back to you. "What will you do now?"

"Go home of course." Your head nodded further up into the woods back towards your village and his head turned following your direction. "Wait. Did you just say you couldn't cook fish?"

"It is unnecessary-"

"No it's not!" Your rise in volume made him turn back to you, not surprised or anything but his brow rose at your frown. "Don't you know eating raw meat isn't good for your body? Or are you trying to save it for later?"

"I will reserve my hunger for later travel-"

"By then the meat will be bad and unsuitable for consumption. That'll just make you even more sick regardless if it's cooked or not!" You wanted to facepalm this stranger despite your earlier fear. It was instead replaced with a ridiculous feeling at this situation. You didn't know him at all, but he wasn't the brightest it seemed, or being tired and hungry is clouding his judgement. You extended your hand. "Here. Give it to me. I'll cook it for you then."

The darkened face tilted more at you. "YOU will cook for me?"

"Yes. Because I gave you the fish, if you refuse to eat it properly then it'll be on me if you get sick. There's a fire here and plenty of sticks from the trees, so I'll be able to cook it for you the same way I cook it for myself."

He didn't say anything, but after a couple seconds, a hand slowly held out the fish back out to you and you took it back, only to drop your small bag and other fish to the ground and wonder off towards the woods still carrying the fish in one hand. All the while his head followed your every movement from your form walking into the darkness, to your hand picking up a stick and jabbing it into the fish, to you walking back and just placing the entire thing into the fire with a part of the long stick safely out of the way of flames. And then the silence resumed for what seemed like hours as he just watched your actions which included using the stick to flip the fish over onto the other side after a long while. After a long while more, you completely pulled the now fully brown fish from the fire and held it out to him with a smile.

"Here. It should be good to eat now, and don't try to save it for too long or else it'll go bad." There was another pause from the man who just stared at the food you offered before the same hand reached over and took it from you once again. Seeing it as your job being done here, you quickly grabbed your things, thanked the gods for a chance to leave, and turned away from him. "Will you be leaving soon?"

"That is none of your business and neither is my travels."

Ah. So another traveler heading up there. There was a few in your limited years of living here and they all traveled past your village on their way over the mountains ...Although it was a bit strange this stranger was armed. He might've been another soldier and that thought frightened you. It was best if you distanced yourself. Either way it was none of your business. Your business was to get home now and get some sleep before you had to work again tomorrow. But still....he seemed hungry.

"Is your destination far? You might need some more food if you're stomach is growling."

"I will be fine."

That was a no then. You contemplated something in your head and picked up your remaining fish and bag only to toss it at his feet with a thud. He looked at it, then up at your face in obvious question. "It's full of wild fruits and vegetables. They might taste a little bitter, but they'll last you a couple days. I can just come back and get more for myself. And if you need more, you'll find some around the pond back there-" you pointed back from where you first came from. "-if the men hadn't all gotten it first." He didn't say anything, not that you were expecting him to, but you took that as your cue to leave, so your body bowed at the waist. "May you have a safe journey."

With that you turned and began walking back off towards the direction of your village, with less food for your hungry self, but you could always come back and get more. Right now you wanted to do nothing more than to get home and put distance between yourself and the man. The strange man watched your form until it disappeared from his sight and slowly turned back to the fish in his hand....And taking a rather large bite with his inhuman fangs.

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Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 11: “Big Time Jobs”

I remember this one being one of my favorite episodes. Excited to rewatch it!

Highlights: The boys set out to make some dough. Also: Mirror Realm Alter Egos, the worst sign-spinners on the planet, and sentient coffee makers.

We begin with the guys preparing for the "Palm Woods 500 Invitational All-Terrain Decathlon Classic." The first one to run around the building and ring the bell at the front desk wins a large homemade trophy made of boxes covered with shiny wrapping paper with a colander on top. Very fancy.

Also, Kendall doesn't pronounce "decathlon" correctly. He says "discathlon," which, as far as I've been able to tell from briefly looking it up, isn't a real word. I mean, it's something you could chalk up to in-universe as a term the boys made up on their own, but this is probably just Kendall Schmidt flubbing the line.

The race goes about as well as you'd expect.

Carlos is declared the winner!

An enraged Bitters then tells the boys that they have to pay for all the damage they've caused, which amounts to $2,000 (and 30¢). Gustavo is NOT happy that his dogs have gotten themselves into so much trouble. He's sick of them breaking things, which leads us into a montage of some of the things around the studio they've broken in the last several months. Shout out to my favorite part of the montage:

Because like...why. Why is James singing a taunting song about having a smoothie? Why does this make Kendall so upset that he feels the need to smack it straight outta James's hand? There's missing context here. James and Kendall were definitely just not getting along that day, and this was the final straw.

Anyway, Gustavo tells them that they have to pay him his $2,000 back, and until they do, they're not allowed in the Palm Woods pool. In order to come up with $500 each, they're going to need to get jobs. This is horrifying news to our boys.

Carlos gets stuck being Gustavo's production assistant, and James Kendall, and Logan return to the Palm Woods to do some job searching. After reading through a listing of horrible jobs, Kendall and Logan set out to become sign spinners, and James finds an ad for "the new face of Cuda." Obviously, he thinks this is the perfect job for him.

This leads into that bizarre but delightful scene where he talks to himself in the mirror, but it's like...some sort of alter-ego with a slightly deeper voice??

Mirror James: "Look at yourself! Who's handsomer than you?"

James: "No one!"

Mirror James: "Who's got more style than you?"

James: "No one!"

Mirror James: "Who's smarter than you?"

James: "Well, lots of people. But that has nothing to do with being a model."

I mean...he's right. What a himbo. Katie appoints herself as James's manager, and the two of them set out to take the fashion world by storm.

Meanwhile, at Kendall and Logan's sign-spinning job:

Yeah, they get fired pretty quickly. Also, can I point out that one of my first thoughts upon watching the above moment was how close they came to possibly being hit by cars?? If either one of them had fallen to the street instead, they would have died. And it would have been in the stupidest way possible. Cause of death? SIGN SPINNING.

And we're not even too far into this episode yet, but I'm enjoying this Kendall and Logan storyline. I don't think there have been many moments thus far in the series where it's just been the two of them paired up ("Big Time Crib" is the only one that comes to mind), and I like seeing them teamed up for some shenanigans. I've always had a soft spot for the Kendall and Logan dynamic, especially when it comes to Kendall's ability to help Logan let loose. I feel like...Logan feels the most secure with Kendall? Which makes sense because Kendall is the leader, but still. It's nice to see Logan come out of his shell a bit, and seeing him act all goofy and over the top with Kendall as they (horribly) spin those signs is one of those moments.

Onto Carlos's story! He's been told to get a coffee for Gustavo, and can I just say how much I love the "Carlos does battle with a coffee maker" plot? This boy is given such a simple task: get coffee, and this machine proceeds to make his life miserable for the rest of the episode.

I'm not sure how many people currently in the fandom were also on Tumblr back when the series was on, but there was this popular BTR blog that consisted of posting beautiful, aesthetic pictures with ridiculous quotes from the show on them. That was the whole blog, and the fandom loved it. There are two specific ones I remember, and I've recreated them here so those who didn't get the original experience can see what I'm talking about.

The BTR fandom sure was something. Wish I could remember what the blog was called (though I'm not sure it'd even still be up).

While Carlos fights for his life at Rocque Records, Kendall and Logan return to 2J to try to find new jobs. After reading off a series of ridiculous options, Kendall has his own idea

Before Kendall can drag Logan off to the nearest hospital to have their kidney's extracted, there's a knock at the door. A woman has come to ask if Mrs. Knight is home and can watch her son, and Kendall agrees to do it (she'll pay them $20 an hour). This gives the guys the idea to offer a babysitting service in order to earn the money they need. They quickly have lots of eager parents lined up to take advantage of their convenient service.

Over at James's modeling job, he quickly realizes that he ain't the only pretty face in town.

They have a brief "face-off," but James is no match for all the handsome in the room, and he just like. Passes out.

Over at Kendall and Logan Babysitting Services Incorporated, things quickly fall apart. Unable to handle the energy of eight kids, Kendall and Logan end up tied to chairs. Mama Knight comes to rescue them, but she quickly flees the premises after.

We return to Carlos for a moment to check on how he's doing, which is Not Well. The room is being filled with foam, and unplugging the coffee maker does nothing since it has a "reserve power" mode. Carlos also causes it to activate its "self-defense" mode when he smacks it several times.

Down at the Palm Woods lobby, a depressed James is sipping a smoothie. He sadly tells Katie, "In Minnesota, I was 'The Face.' Now, I'm just 'A Face.' I'm just a handsome grain of sand on an extremely beautiful beach."

Yeah, so he's doing great.

Meanwhile, Kendall and Logan are having a day

They decide to put the kids' energy to good use and have them run a car-washing service while they sit back and collect the money.

Back at Rocque Records, (wow, this episode is busy) Kelly discovers the catastrophe unfolding in the break room and freaks out. When Carlos says they have to destroy the machine, she protests. That is, until things get personal.

"Kelly is dumb. Women are weak," the coffee machine says (it also calls her "cupcake"), to which she and Carlos promptly charge into the room to attack it with a bat and microphone stand. Together, they defeat C.A.L.

Katie gets James another modeling gig for Cuda—an elbow model for chapped elbow cream. James is not happy. He angrily model-walks away.

However, he's stopped in his tracks by none other than Mirror James, who tells him to embrace the job and his beautiful elbow so they can get back to the pool. James agrees and returns to the photoshoot.

I cannot get over the Mirror James stuff. Does this happen in any other episodes?? I can't remember. What is WRONG with him?

We then go to wrap up the babysitting plot. All the parents come to pick up their kids while Kendall and Logan happily take the payment owed them after a day of such suffering.

And with that, the guys have earned all the money needed to pay Gustavo back! It took them less than a day, lol. But they only have a few seconds to celebrate before an angry mob descends upon them demanding pay for all the additional chaos caused in their money-making attempts. Among the charges are a fine from the city for running an illegal daycare, destroying that coffee maker (an $8,000 prototype), and the cost of James's wardrobe from his modeling gig. So, when all is said and done, they've paid Gustavo back the $2,000.30, but now they owe him $14,089.

Gustavo flips his lid, starts destroying things around the studio, and gets caught by Griffin, who tells Gustavo he has to pay him back all that money. We end the episode with Kelly, Gustavo, and the guys all running a car wash at the Palm Woods.

There's so much to love about this episode. Disaster follows these boys wherever they go. They cannot have a normal day if they tried.

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and-claudia · 1 year

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His Heir pt. 31 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

This one is short but.... well I'll just let y'all see for yourself. A/N at the end too ;D

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I was laying with my head in Maul's lap.

"What do you want to name him?" I asked, looking at the scans we just got of him.

Now, at twenty-two weeks, we were over halfway there, and we weren’t even in the ballpark of finding a name for him and it was starting to stress me out.

He thought for a moment, "I haven’t thought about any specific names if I am being honest. Do you have any ideas?"

"I’ve thought about what type of name we should go with but I haven’t been sure on what would work best. If I am being honest he is kind of a mess of cultures…”

“What do you mean?” Maul asked.

“Well I am a Mandalorian. You’re Dathomirian. You are also a Sith Lord and Nightbrother. I am Human. You’re a Zabrak. There are just so many routes we could go. Or we don’t even have to go down one of those paths for his name, we could just go with a name in Galatic Basic. I just don’t know what to do Maul. I’ve thought about it so much that my feels like it’s going to explode…”

Maul looked at me oddly for a moment. I could tell he was probing at my mind through the force. I didn’t mind though, he knew that I could feel him digging around my thoughts and if I truly didn’t want him there I would block him out. I let him in, but I only allowed him to see what I wanted him to see.

“You have a name picked out already… why didn’t you say something?” He asked gently.

I pushed myself to sit up, with some help from him, and turned around to face him.

“Because I really want him to have a name like the Nightbrothers…” "Are you sure? We could go with a more traditional name." Maul offered.

I shook my head.

"Maybe a traditional middle name, perhaps even a Mandalorian one, then he could have a little piece of both of us. But I really want him to have a Nightbrothers name. My only issue is they’re hard to come up with. Like your name isn’t hard, it’s Maul, you say it the same way as the word maul, like some mauled by an animal.”

Maul laughed at my explanation but nodded for me to continue.

“But… um… But other names like…like…” I trailed off, not sure how he would feel about bringing up his brother.

“Like Savage.” He said for me and i nodded before continuing.

“Like Savage,” I agreed, “I’ve played around with a few words… and I just know.”

“Let me hear them.” He said.

“I like Riot, and just leave it as Riot.” I said, watching him to judge his reaction.

“I like that. What else do you have?”

“Okay bear with me on this one, the word lethal, but pronounce it Lee-thal.”

“Hm… I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before. It’s different.” He said.

“You hate it don’t you?” I asked.

“No. Not at all, I’ve just never heard it. I like it actually.” He said, easing my worries.

“Okay, I have one more, vicious but make the ‘i’ a long ‘i’ so it’d be Vīkous… thoughts?”

“If I am being honest, I like all of them. I think any of them would be perfect for our son. Is there a particular one you are leaning towards?” He asked.

“Not really honestly. I’ve thought about maybe just waiting until he’s born to pick one. Get a good look at him, decide what name fits him best.”

“I like that idea.” Maul agreed with a smile, bringing his hand to rest on the side of my belly.

Maker, his smile could make me melt on the spot.

"What about a last name? I know we’ve talked about it some, but I just really don't want him to take mine." I said.

"I know, but I don't have a last name,” Maul began, “... well actually I suppose I may... my lineage isn't exactly certain. I was taken by Sidious so early that I don't know anything from my early life besides training in the ways of the dark side."

I grabbed the hand that he had resting on my stomach and brought it to my lips to press a kiss to his knuckles while muttering, "I'm sorry." Against his tattooed skin. I knew he didn’t like talking about his childhood.

“I've thought about that too actually… your last name.

“Oh?”

"What if you took the name Oppress?" I suggested gently.

"Fr- From my brother?"

I nodded.

“I think he would be honored to have you and his nephew take on the name Opress. Maul Opress, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Maul smiled once again, “I suppose it does. What about the names you suggested, how do they sound?” He asked.

“Let’s find out. First, Riot Opress… I actually really like that if I am being honest.”

“Agreed, it sounds powerful. Okay how does, Lethal (lee-thal) Oppress sound? I like that one as well.”

I gasped a little, “Okay I love that one too… last is Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress…” I cringed slightly and I could tell by the look on his face Maul wasn’t a fan either.

“I think Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress is off the table. I’m not loving it like I did the other two.” I said.

Maul nodded, “I agree.”

“Okay so, this,” I placed my hands on my stomach, “is either little Riot or Lethal (Lee-thal) Oppress.” I said before looking up at Maul with a mischievous smile on my lips. I took my hands off my belly and placed them on his cheeks, “And this is not-so-little Maul Opress.” I said, smiling widely as he smiled at his name.

He shook his head slightly at my antics before bringing his hands up to replace where mine just were on my stomach.

“The Opress Family… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” He asked, not looking at me.

“Well, I’m not an Opress.” I said.

Maul was silent for a moment, before looking up at me.

“I know…” He swallowed hard and it was making me nervous, “But would you like to be?”

A/n: Y’all THOUGHT you were going to get the baby’s name in this one but I threw a curve ball there at the end!!!!! 😉😉 Anyways which name do you think it’s going to be??

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Bad Batch x f!Reader – Spicy HC's 2

Smut 18 + /Oral Sex

Oral male recieving / soft/ rough /messy all in there I guess/ Dirty Talk/ FiV/ Dry Humping/filthy

Was in the mood and thought about how to go down on the boys. Yeah a dirty mind is so much fun! :D

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Hunter: When it comes to blowjobs, Hunter likes it messy. He lets you set the pace and likes to be pleasured, preferably sitting on a chair or the edge of his bunk while you kneel between his legs and look up at him.

He will reach into your hair but only to make contact, he won't push you or shove his cock down your throat, he actually finds that quite a turn off when he feels like he is forcing himself on you. How deep you let him in your mouth is entirely up to you, he finds anyway stunning how you look with his cock in your mouth, your lips and tongue feel great.

What he likes though is when you take breaks in between, he can see you drooling on his cock and use your hand to give him a few hearty pumps.

He'll warn you when he's about to cum, partly out of politeness and partly because he doesn't want to cum in your mouth at all, if you let him, he'll prefer to come on your face or your breasts while pressing his cock onto your skin, preferably vertically over your mouth, so he can feel your hot breath when he's spilling his seed. Provided you let him, he likes it, as previously said somewhat messy, but only with your consent.

Echo: Is in seventh heaven when ever you go down on him. He loves to caress your face while you do it and shower you with praises. Echo is smitten with you and he loves to show it.

"Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth"

"You're doing great Mesh'la, feels so good"

"Such a pretty girl, so talented"

"Yeah, just like that, good girl"

"You gonna make me cum so hard"

"Look at those lips, perfect"

Very similar to Hunter, he also lets you set the pace and how far you want to go. The look with which he gazes at you, this downright adoration, is always worth taking care of his pleasure with full zeal.

Echo will warn you before he cums, basically he doesn't care where he is going to cum, but if you allow him to cum in your mouth, the thought alone will drive him crazy. You should see his face when you swallow his cum too, absolutely priceless.

Wrecker: knows he's huge and because he wants to spare your jaw and actually isn't that into blowjobs (there are men who find other things sexier) he asks you to do other things.

He's a humper. Yes you read that right, Wrecker is a humper. He loves to rub his meaty cock at your thighs. But what he likes even more is when he lies behind you as a big spoon and can hump his hard length between your buns. One of his hands will reach between your legs to play with your pearl and he'll fuck you with his thick fingers, his other hand will gently rest on your neck while he rubs his thick cock between your buns.

He will whisper dirty but loving things to you.

"Such a soft, wet, perfect little pussy. I love touching you like this. Does that feel good sweetie?"

He's going to cum where he's at, between your buns and on your back. Be prepared for a little mess and for you to have to make the bed fresh right after. Wrecker is one of the very few men who can cum several times in a row.

Tech: if you want to make him happy when you go down on him, fondle his balls softly with one hand, gently squeeze the base of his cock with the other hand and suck on his tip. It will drive him so crazy, he will moan uninhibitedly and his thighs will tremble with aroused tension.

Other than moans and gasps, you won't hear much from him apart from, "Oh maker...." and then later, "Cyare.... I'm close...."

There are two things he loves when he cums after you suck him off. He'll let you know just beforehand and do the rest of the stimulation himself by hand. One thing he loves is when you bend over and let him cum on your naked buns (yes he is an ass man). The other is when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out at him and he comes right on your tongue. Both sights he finds absolutely irresistible. You don't have to swollow, he doesn't really care about that.

He is very tender and affectionate when he cleans you up afterwards and ready to return the favor very gladly every time you let him, Tech is at least as skilled with his tongue as he is with his fingers.

Crosshair: Instead of a safeword, you have agreed on a hand signal for this occasion. If you let him he has at least one hand on the back of your head in your hair, he sets a wild pace, the deeper you can take him the better, physically it doesn't do much but it looks fantastic. He loves it when your eyes water and you make little gag noises when he fucks your throat and your drool runs down his cock and your chin.

He will praise you, but in a dirty way, his praise will be hard bordering on insulting.

"Hmmm, Mesh'la, you're doing better than any whore I've had so far, perfect, good girl".

You can't let that get to you, even now he can't help wanting to provoke you in some way.

He will cum in your throat if you let him, Crosshair will push his seed deep inside, letting you gag. Right after that he will grab your chin.

"Be a good girl and swallow".

Of course, he is only rough like that with your consent and right after that he is unexpectedly sweet and soft while aftercare. He actually takes you in his arms and praises you, this time with much sweeter words: "That was fantastic, Cyare, I'm the luckiest bastard in this galaxy", kissing your neck.

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piglet26 · 4 months

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Rey...A Mary Sue?

When it comes to the Star Wars fanbase.....Disney is the maker of many of their own problems. Disney has blown things out of proportion. They've attacked their own fanbase and then hidden behind that very slander to avoid criticism. They haven't honored the very audience they seek to make a lot of money from, not to mention the franchise. They've bounced around between visions trying to please everyone and then pleased no one.

However, the Star Wars fanbase is also to blame for many of their quarrels, grips and dissatisfactions with the franchise. Oh, you don't like the corporatized Disney sequels? Well I remember you didn't like the prequels which George Lucas actually did them. Disney sequels are too comedic? The movies would've been better if there was less humor? Well the prequels were too whiny, political and serious.

It's not enough that Disney films are more diverse, have a female lead and have more females on the production side..... unless those characters are saying, doing and being portrayed exactly how the fanbase would like.......then Disney is still misogynistic and racist.

Carrie Fisher, The Princess, faced sexism, ageism and body shaming from both Disney and the Star Wars fandom prior to returning for The Force Awakens. Since he passing obviously many people would like to forget about this or flat out bury it.

Carrie Fisher tells British Good Housekeeping that she was pressured to lose more than 35 pounds to reprise Princess Leia in The Force Awakens: “They don’t want to hire all of me — only about three-quarters! Nothing changes, it’s an appearance-driven thing. I’m in a business where the only thing that matters is weight and appearance."

She first donned that golden slave bikini when she was 27. Thirty years later, Carrie Fisher’s back as Leia in “Star Wars,” but apparently some viewers thought she’d look exactly the same. The 59-year-old actor was the unfortunate recipient of a barrage of hateful tweets from critics who felt the need to tell her she’s aged badly in the past three decades. She Tweeted, "Men don't age better than women, they're just allowed to age." Meanwhile, Harrison Ford looked old and Mark Hamill looked liked a drunk.

All of this is to say the question of whether or nor Rey is a Mary Sue isn't a simple one. While Disney LucasFilm didn't develop the character as well as they could have.... the audience largely had double standards. Rey, as a woman, had more work to do to win over an audience already suspicious of the feminization of Star Wars.

Let's address the criticism

Why does Rey seem so skilled?

Rey works for Unkar Plott scavenging. It would make sense she understands engineering and mechanics. She has to understand how things work, which parts are valuable and understand that about multiple forms of machinery. How does she fly? Just fly, not even combat fly. If in her introduction she was shown to be flying commercially maybe people would've let it go, I'm not sure. Luke and Anakin by contrast turn out to be expert pilots who fight in combat..... no one questioned a thing and one of them is a child. When she initially flies the Falcon she does an alright job and in the three sequels films we never see her fly in combat. Finn never learned how to fly!!!! He famously needed a pilot, yet, got a crash course in The Last Jedi enough to fly at the end against the First Order. She speaks droid, but all our protagonist in Star Wars do. Someone has to be able to understand them.

Rey has no flaws and she's so perfect.

No, actually she's not. Rey is extremely vulnerable, lonely and requires validation. She fears she's gonna be an old woman cleaning gear on Jakku, but she doesn't leave. The only character she really relates and connects to.... is the villain. Yes, she's likable and she's suppose to be because she's our protagonist. Who the hell finds fault with either the character or the production team for trying to make their main character likeable?! Other characters are attracted to her. It's important to note that most force users come off as charismatic, magical and attractive.

Does Rey have a personality?

Yes. Many people get held up on the fact that Rey seems to be bubbly and happy despite growing up in isolation in a tough environment. Initially, with Finn, she comes off pretty hostile and untrusting. It was only when she assumed he was resistance (something safe) and he went along with the assumption that she relaxed a bit. She responded with anger at him just grabbing her hand, but when he showed concern for her then she reciprocated. Neither Finn nor Rey have proper social development which explains why they latch onto one another. Not to mention both are outsiders thrown into pivotal roles without much concept on how to deal with those roles.

Rey is also very childlike. It's something Kylo Ren tries to push her out of. She waits around for her family for years. She licks plates and plays with the resistance helmet. She latches onto people. She latches onto Finn once she trust him. She latches onto Han perceiving him as an ideal father figure. When she forms a connection to Kylo Ren she latches onto him. She's loyal to the people and things she cares about. There were things that could have helped Rey become a fuller developed character. Rey can fight but we never learned WHY she learned how to fight. Has she been stolen from a lot? Has she been attacked? Was she trained? Rey was taken at a young age, what schooling did she receive? Did she just learn trade work? In the novels, her character is obviously developed more, but Lord! People really act like any oversight of character development was a feminist statement about perfection. In reality, it was a film trying to balance multiple characters in a 2.5 hour film.

Rey doesn't have any training and yet is so magical with the Force.

Rey is assisted by The Force. Force users can use the force with very little understanding of it or training. Anakin as a 9 year old is just winging it. So there's that. Now the first time she encounters Kylo Ren, she's terrified and running/shooting for her life. When he force freezes her she's helpless. When he puts her to sleep with the force, she has to be rescued by men.

Now this is the most important. Her bond with Kylo Ren is one of the reasons she's able to access more of and learn about the force. "A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was when two Force-sensitive beings had a unique Force-bond—that was unbreakable—that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space."

They don't play this up enough in the movies. In the novels it's clear that their minds bridge. She's able to access Kylo's mind from understanding how he accessed her mind. Their bond boost both of their strengths in the force. It's important to note that Rey's abilities actually terrify her.

Rey knows more about the Falcon than Han Solo.

She explained that Unkar Plott installed a compressor which Rey was aware of and both Han and Rey agreed put stress on the hyperdrive. After her assistance bypassing the compressor Han is firming in control of The Falcon.

She beat Kylo Ren at the end of the Force Awakens despite never holding a light saber.

Well, I agree with this one. Kylo Ren wasn't trying to kill her. He was sparring with him and testing her talents. If he wanted to kill her, there was a convenient cliff he could've pushed her over. He wants to train her and he wants her.

Daisy Ridley is a talented and charismatic actress.... she just isn't recognized for it. The fandom looks for flaws, weaknesses and reasons to complain. I don't want to take away anything from the males in Star Wars. I want them to be great. Honestly A Song of Fire and Ice is how I'd like to see more men and women written. Some are good, some are bad, some are great, some are horrific and all are flawed.

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