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afterglowkatie · 12 days

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everything will be okay | l.w.

leah williamson x reader | 1.6k | leah takes care of you after you tear your acl

ˏˋ°•*⁀acl mentions :( i had the base of this written when i was out from basketball for a long time with an injury so it seemed fitting to turn it into a leah fic

Leah couldn’t help but feel bad as she watched you struggle to get around on crutches. She knew how it felt and couldn’t help but feel like she was responsible for you ending up like this. You and Leah were at training, running through your usual drills when you had been running after the ball trying to stop Leah from reaching it when she gave you a little bump. That little bump where you had lost your footing slightly was all it took for a sudden sharp pain to tear through your leg from your knee. You cried out collapsing to the ground while holding your knee. Having gone through this already Leah’s stomach dropped and she was quick to get you help.

Leah was there by your side the entire time, refusing to leave no matter who it was trying to tell her that she didn’t need to be there. You were grateful to have Leah there holding your hand through every scan and test that needed to happen. Leah was there to hold you and wipe away your tears while your heart sunk and the world became a blur when you were told you had torn your acl. Leah kept you grounded

This last year you had seen many of your teammates go through this injury, and with helping Leah through it, you knew how the next year was going to go for you. Though nothing could prepare you for how it actually felt to go through it. It had been about four months since having torn your acl and nothing was getting any easier. You were convinced everything was getting harder, if that was even possible.

You hated having to rely on those around you, even if they constantly reassured you that it was fine and they were happy to help you. And to top it all off you still hadn’t figured out how to properly use the crutches you were given. Your frustrations towards your injury kept growing but Leah was doing everything she could to take care of you and make sure you were okay. You were sure that she had stopped going out as much and seeing her friends just so she could stay home to take care of you and make sure your recovery went as smoothly as possible.

It only added to the frustration and guilt you felt. You weren’t used to being so dependent on others. Though you never complained and never wanted to seem ungrateful because you were immensely grateful for Leah’s help. Just by being her and being around you it would make each day so much better. She was the only thing that could bring you happiness in your current state.

Today was another day that drained even more of your already quite low energy and mental strength. Another day of rehab and physio and another week of being told your recovery wasn’t moving along as fast as you had hoped. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn’t help to compare yourself to the others that had already gone through this. Comparing your recovery to theirs and wondering what more you could be doing to be at the same place they were around this time.

In your rational mind you knew that everyone’s bodies were different and everyone took different times to repair and recover. It still didn’t stop you from feeling like you were falling behind. Every time your potential return to even just running again got pushed back it took a big toll on you mentally. Afraid everyone was going to give up on you the longer it took for you to recover, afraid that you would get replaced and not have a spot in the team to come back to. It was bound to happen soon that you would also give up on yourself.

‘Here let me,’ Leah got out of the car once you had returned to your apartment, going around to your side to help you out of the car. Taken back when you pushed her hand off of you, not used to you refusing any help.

‘I can do it,’ Your words came out more harsh than anticipated. It was the first time you had spoken to Leah since your session and her training had ended. Leah wasn’t hurt at your tone, just surprised. After all, she knew better than anyone what you were going through. She understood how hard this sort of injury can be mentally, especially on a player at the peak of their career just like you were. Finally having made your way into being a regular in the starting eleven, to have an injury to this extent where you would have to eventually prove yourself worthy of that starting line up once again.

Leah watched as you struggled to get out of the car and inside the apartment, taking a step back knowing a little bit of space is what you needed. Though she desperately wanted to help you and make your life easier. You let out a frustrated groan as you sat on the edge of your bed, haphazardly throwing your crutches down on the floor next to you before dropping your head to rest in your hands.

‘Baby,’ Leah whispered out softly while she slowly approached you, ‘talk to me, please’ Leah was concerned. You could tell and hear the desperation that laced her voice while she gently took your hands in hers and pulled them away from your face. She had been there the whole time, seeing how you had recently started to withdraw from everyone around you. Your arsenal teammates asking Leah how you were doing since they had stopped hearing from you. Leah knew you were struggling. You didn’t want to confide in anyone, feeling like you were already enough of a burden having to rely on someone now.

You knew that Leah understood how you were feeling and it should be easy to confide in her, but somehow that made it all harder for you. You shook your head and closed your eyes tight, refusing to look in front of you. Leah sighed softly, standing up to sit next to you on the bed, wrapping her arms around you and gently pulling you into her side, ‘I’m here for you,’ You didn’t know why but hearing Leah utter those words had you breaking down instantly.

‘Le,’ You cried out softly, tears pricking your eyes as you remembered what you had been told earlier that day, ‘It’s going to take longer than we thought,’ Your voice was barely above a whisper. Dropping your head so it was laying against Leah’s shoulder looking down where she was absentmindedly playing with your fingers. The softness of her hands against yours had started to calm you down, though it didn’t stop the thoughts racing around in your mind, ‘What if I never fully recover. I don’t think I can handle never stepping onto the pitch again, never getting to be back with the team,’

‘Oh baby,’ Leah sighed out, a sad smile on her face, thankful that you were finally talking to her about how you were feeling, ‘You’re so strong, stronger than you think. You are going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Don’t think too much about the future and try to take each day as they come,’

‘I’m scared, Le. I don’t want to lose all of this. I don’t want to lose the team and I don’t want to lose you,’ Your teammates at arsenal and Leah were some of the most important people in your life. You dedicated most of your life towards football and if it suddenly disappeared from you, you didn’t know what you’d do without it. What good were you to your friends if you couldn’t play again.

‘You won’t lose any of this, any of us. You’re smart babe, if you can’t return as a player I’m sure there will be another way you can still be involved in football,’ Leah smiled while holding you close to her. Her hands giving yours a little squeeze, ‘And you definitely won’t lose me,’ Leah leaned close to give you a small kiss on your cheek, one that had your frown turning into an almost instant small smile.

‘How can you be so sure?’ Turning your head to look up at Leah, feeling your cheeks heat up seeing how softly she was looking at you. Your smile takes over more of your face the longer you both look at each other. Leah was happy to be seeing the smile she loved so much again.

‘Love, arsenal we’re like a family and you know that. Families don’t just throw each other away just because we’re injured. You aren’t the exception, everyone loves you. Though I obviously love you the most,’ Leah gave you a soft kiss on your lips, ‘You couldn’t get rid of me babes, even if you tried,’ Leah playfully squeezed your sides while you let out a small chuckle at her words already feeling a lot better than you previously had been.

You stayed wrapped in Leah’s embrace, enjoying the way she felt comforting and safe. The day had taken a lot out of you, so much you had forgotten to eat until your stomach loudly reminded you. Leah laughing and lightly poking at your stomach, ‘How does some food sound?’

‘As long as you’re not the one cooking it,’ Leah feigned hurt at your words before you both fell into an uncontrollable laughter.

‘Don’t worry, I have my personal chef on speed dial,’ Leah held up her phone showing your favourite restaurant's name already up on her screen. You just shook your head at her, burying yourself even more into her side. As long as you had Leah there by your side you felt as though you could more willingly accept the help that Leah and your friends gave you. You’d learn that you aren’t a burden to anyone. And most importantly, no matter where you were at with recovery even if you were to never fully recover, you would be okay. Everything will be okay.

#leah williamson x you #leah williamson fluff #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #awfc #woso one shot #woso community #woso fanfics #woso soccer #arsenal women #woso x reader #woso imagine

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inthelittlewood · 11 months

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absolutely loved the freezer commercial, its been a hot second since a minecraft video has so COMPLETELY taken me out. do you have any trivia about creating that?

Main piece of trivia is I had absolutely no idea that Phil had pre existing fridge lore LOL - what are the bloody chances?

Already DMed him to make him aware that I had no idea, otherwise it would've looked either incredibly fan boyish or like I was trying to insert myself in to someone else's joke

The only reason I went for the Phil pun in the first place is because his name rhymes with Freezer and there's the ongoing comparison between the two of us, so it felt primed

Other than that, I nearly put a new line in to the commercial based on Timmy's reaction to it, he said he was expecting a "OH YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE?!" at some point, which I nearly slipped in before the Xbox section

And as much as I make Minecraft Legends the butt of a joke in the ad, that game is actually fine, it just didn't have the longevity people anticipated which was more what I was alluding to

Then finally, the most painful piece of trivia is that I blew my voice out doing that character. I had to SCREAM, and I mean scream, like a blood curdling bellow to hit that vocal tone and thank god I got it all in one take. It was only 90 seconds or so, but it put me out for a day or so haha

Edit - WAIT! ONE MORE!

This was the original image in the fan art slot on the fridge:

I'd literally come on to tumblr to find a piece to feature / test, I opened up my questions before going to tags and saw this. Just threw it straight in

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shnargo · 3 months

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shoop-ing

pairings: john hancock x reader warnings: sexual innuendoes?? a little?? word count: 564 a/n: i have fallen desperately for this man, and i am very disappointed to find there aren't that many fics for him >:( so i'm adding to the pool. also sorry for disappearing, char.ai held me hostage for a long time and i'm actually finding inspo for writing again

"You're staring you know." The ghoul finally speaks after taking another hit of jet, tossing the now empty canister into a nearby bin that's similarly filled with various used chems and needles alike. All the trash bins in Goodneighbor were like that, a common vice shared by its residents. "You gonna share why or are you just gonna keep enjoying the view? Not that I mind, a'course." He ends with a rumbly chuckle.

"How does one exactly kiss you?" The words come out before your brain can catch up, and you watch as he manages to look surprised by you for once. You blame the old wine you picked up earlier, it was a gamble in drinking it to see how potent it really was. Your eyes end up drifting toward his nasal cavity as you try to sort the idea out in your head. "Wouldn't the noses just.. shoop?" You pair your improvised sound effect with a hand gesture that's a lot more sexual in retrospect.

Hancock barks out a full laugh at that, the sound resounding in his office room that you're sure that Fahrenheit can hear it loud and clear from the other room. You would manage to feel embarrassed at yourself were you any less piss drunk. "You got a thing for nose-on-nose action or what?" He asks, onyx eyes sparkling with humor as he sees the frown his words bring to your lips. "I'm serious, Hancock."

"How about you make yourself a scientist and test that theory of yours, then?" It's far less forward than any of the other comments he's thrown your way in the past, but whether it's the buzz warming your skin or how his hand creeps toward your side of the couch as he tries getting closer to you, he seems serious this time. Lifting yourself from your laying position, you figure it's good enough to try calling his bluff. And if he's actually serious about it?

Well, you wouldn't be complaining either way.

He doesn't shift much himself, but his gaze is intent on your every action. By the time your hands are on his chest, his find their place on your back. Respectful, but firm in making its presence known to you. As you raise your head in meeting his lips, you can catch the way his breath hitches, giving away his nervousness that he has about this situation no matter how well he tries to hide it.

It's mostly his nose bridge, or rather, the nasal ridge that juts out barely enough to keep your still flesh-covered one from dipping into the cavity nearby. Though you find yourself distracted by his chapped lips already working yours, that are no less chapped. Lip balm wasn't accessible in the apocalypse after all. But saliva is exchanged, smoothing the process in more ways than one as his other hand comes up to the back of your neck to edge you closer to him.

Once you mutually pull away, the next few deepened breaths are found in sync. Hancock's fingers play with the hair by the base of your neck, he was never a man to keep still for long. "How unfortunate." He finally rasps, lips quirking up as his gaze is held in yours. "I guess you didn't have your "shoop"-ing after all."

You grab the rim of his hat and shove it over his face.

#john hancock x reader #john hancock fo4 x reader #fallout x reader #fallout 4 fanfic #john hancock/reader #john hancock fallout 4 x reader #shnargo writes

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olomaya · 8 months

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My Sims are getting political! After so many months, I'm going back to finish up my Politics/Community Activist mod. This is actually what my Student Council mod is based on (it's basically a baby version of the Poltiics mod.) My current Sim, Arie Wang (I forgot where I downloaded this sim from but she's lovely and perfect for this storyline I'm playing out!) is in the Community Organizer career which is an Active career (like Firefighter or Stylist) and right now is working hard to push a new law in that will increase University scholarships and grants for all students.

Arie is a member of the New Earth party, one of the 4 political parties I created. New Earthers are all about the environment and focus on pushing forward environmental policies but as a mom, education is something that Arie cares about so she's been out there trying to encourage people to vote and hoping to sway voters before election day.

Different political parties have issues that they are either strong in favor of or against. If a party is against the policy, it's near impossible to sway them to vote for it so it's best to target people who are neutral and could vote either way.

I'm happy with how this customized ITF layout is coming out though I still need to make more tweaks and edits and also figure out why the active Sim's photo isn't showing (as below). Maybe also changing the title (Local Political Scanner??)

After probably doing about 40 fundraising cold calls she finally got someone to donate money. And boy did they! She's at the point in her career though when she doesn't need to be doing calls so I'm going to have her get some volunteers to do the grunt work so she can focus on making friends in City Hall to build further influence.

Once a ballot measure is put up for vote, you have 5 days to campaign before voting day. Arie has been hitting the streets every day to canvas for votes, doing campaign calls and also raising money for the party to pay for advertising (TV, radio, online, print) which is the most effective way to sway voters.

Yesterday, I added in a VFX to show when a Sim has been successfully influenced either for or against the ballot measure in question and in testing it out, I saw that Arie has actually been campaigning AGAINST the measure this whole time! Oops!

I clearly messed up with a bool somewhere but at least the influence system is working as intended.

With 7 hours until the Election period begins, and all the time and money I've spent on campaign ads, it looks like I've just accidentally doomed my town to expensive education until I can repeal the law. The Free Llamas are not going to be happy.

Also, shout out to Stable Diffusion which I used to create the Political Party Icons. I'm obsessed with this tool and loved how they turned out.

#wip #political activism mod

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icyblogs · 13 days

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god bless u for the 141/fallout post i’ve been going feral thinking about a fallout au where simon is a pre-war ghoul who fought in the great war and still wears his power armor to hide that fact 🙏🙏 better yet even simon/reader fallout au where they were married before the bombs fell, and being a military wife she was lucky enough to get a space in a vault but ended up in cryo-freeze while he became a ghoul and they meet again 200 years later

Fallout!AU Ghoul!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader WC: 1.2K words Note: Hi anon! I had to do a little research about how exactly ghouls and cryo-freeze functioned, sorry for getting back to you so late! (does it still functionally make sense no but shh its fine) Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (:

Ghost who was already in the process of becoming a ghoul before the Great War! Already a renowned soldier; one of which was elected for a new experimental drug. For the sake of humanity he was told, after all, doing this will guarantee a spot in the vaults for him and his precious little wife! Doesn’t he want you to be safe? Though he might not have necessarily agreed with the means, don’t the rewards outweigh the consequences? Doesn’t he want to live out the rest of his days in peace with you? For a good vault- wanting the best for you.

These tests, these experiments.. would end up taking a toll eventually. Too late for you to ever see of course. Well, by the time the great war actually starts, it’s far too late to see the effects of it at all. The experiments required him to stay on base- very seldom ever actually seeing you. “Just a few more weeks.” You were constantly told, and of course full heartedly you’d believe him. Why would he have any reason to lie? So when the first bomb drops.. And then the next. It was no surprise when you were forced to go into a vault without your husband, so scared. All alone without him. ):

The experiments therefore spiraled, the results becoming null, nothing necessarily coming from them- too many variables being added. And with the radiation from all the bombs well.. He was no longer a ghost but a ghoul.

He’d be similar to ‘The Ghoul’ in the show in my opinion! Fighting his way through the wasteland, killing, maiming- adapting. Becoming the monster that was always sort of lingering beneath the skin, going back to baser instincts. Everything he did was for his vows. For you. See, I'd imagine that he would wear a power-suit at first, especially when his skin starts to sort of stretch and shrivel, like a burn— eye sockets sinking, nose concaving. If he had found you, he didn’t want you to see what he was becoming; his humanity unraveling faster than he could keep the spool pulled taut.

Though.. the first year passes. Then the first decade. A century. Two.

Eventually time slows to a lull; without direction nor guidance. Always sort of be bordering on turning feral, one mishap away from just totally snapping. Enough for life itself to become a constant loop of just sort of.. apathy. Life wasn’t kind enough to people like him, never allowing anything good to stay in their lives. So why would it in this hellscape as well? Going through this so-called life like it was nothing more than a hindrance. Traveling through the land, taking on dead man’s jobs; not caring for the consequences at this point. Because what really was the point without you by his side? Never forming attachments, after all, why bother? He’d outlive them anyway.

Throughout the years, settlements pop up left and right- factions forming, most dying out faster than he could blink. These days, vaults come to the surface- trying to rebuild, kind to any poor soul or raider that they come across, like sheep walking right into the maws of a wolf. Then.. a new community sprouts up.

Groups of thousands coming up to the surface, building a town- starting a new life. It really wasn’t anything new; Ghost had seen it and experienced it before. Would be a year or two at most of having a bed, having a steady access to food and drink- the meals always tasted like ash, if he thinks hard enough he might’ve remembered how your cooking tasted. He could blink and he was back in his home, watching you sway to some music on the radio, donned in a frilly apron, and you’d turn around and he could swear he could smell what you had in your hands. His imagination always ended up the same way; his eyes would eventually lead up to where your face was; blurry and being forgotten- he’d startle back to the reality at hand, mood darkening.

So this new community. It wasn’t really a question of whether he was to make his way there, if not to stay for a brief moment of peace then to swindle them out of some supplies. Because at the end of the day they were vaulters. Nothing in the grand scheme of things: would probably die to some raiders anyway. They were always so eager to please, to see the good in people, and they were just so welcoming and hospitable.

And then he saw.. you.

The dreams, his imagination- the fog seemed to clear the moment he saw you again; even from a distance.. It was just how he had remembered you- his wife. You look like you haven't aged a day, donned in a blue clad jumpsuit. Simon watches with a dry mouth as you provide a kind smile to one of the people next to you, nodding your head as the pair of you attempt to cultivate the soil. He sees the way you jolt when the man’s hand brushes over your own as if he had shocked you- and his own eyes narrow at the sight, staring unblinkingly as if he might miss something.

A mirage, it was easy to think. A trick of the light even- the radiation boiling his brain enough to fuck with his head, to give him some twisted hope about something that should not be possible. You.. should be dead. Long gone and yet- why were you in front of him? A phantom? Another way to mock him?

The more he looked he knew it was not the case. He could hear your voice- the cadence, all sounding just as how he's remembered it for the last eon. It made him wonder however- why were you smiling? Why.. were you laughing? He wasn’t with you- so why did you seem so happy then?

There was something about a corpse yearning for someone full of life even still; for someone who was unburdened by centuries of an unforgiving and cruel world. He felt like Icarus, wanting to get closer; to see if he would melt if he got too close to the warmth. He’d be willing to burn if it meant that you were within reach again. His left hand felt heavy as he flexed it to try and release some tension, gold band digging into his skin. And with how sweet you looked, it only made his teeth ache and fingers twitch over the handle of his gun, longing to be with only you. Would your skin be as soft as he remembered? His throat felt dry, taking a step forward, aching to herd you back to where you belonged. Would your body still sing for him, even as your husband has turned into a monster, even as the stench of death and rot seems to follow him everywhere he goes?

Would you still remember him? ..Did that matter at this point? He’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After all, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Fallout!AU #Ghoul!Ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #dark fic #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #x reader

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lover-of-mine · 2 months

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Me? Wanting to talk about the locker room scene in comparison to the cemetery scene to make a point no one asked about? Raise your hand if you saw this is coming 🙋‍♀️

Anyway, this is madness written by a gifmaker/video editor who hates coloring the cemetery scene with a burning passion and who spent the better part of the past 2 days trying to make a coloring work for the locker room scene, who also did some asking around with other editors who also seem to be having issues with the scene, and who spends way too much time thinking about Buck and death (someone drown that man, please).

I'm gonna start this off by saying that I don't really believe the cemetery scene will be directly addressed on the show no matter how much I wish it would. But something about the cemetery scene besides the actual content of the scene that keeps me up at night and had me writing multiple fics dealing with it, is the fact that the sky is only blue behind Eddie.

Why is that relevant in any way, shape, or form? The colors when the focus is on Buck or both of them have this almost yellowish tone that the focus on Eddie doesn't have. The sky and colors strongly imply that they added a filter to it in post-production to ensure the colors looked like that, along with the fact that it is a scene that's really weird to color something that happens when they go too hard on the filters *cough* crossover *cough* pilot *cough*. What does that have to do with the locker room? The locker room also has this almost yellowish tone that makes it hell to color. But based on my 2 days of testing different colorings and techniques, it seems to be a hell of a lot worse when the shot has that wall over there where the sun is hitting as a background.

That suggests that they wanted the scenes to have a specific lighting that they achieved later. Considering the way that the tendency of the cemetery is that the colors get muted or weirdly blended together and that the locker room goes YELLOW, I am assuming that they messed with the colors on the cemetery to make the colors look faded, giving it that gloomy feeling, which in turn made the sky almost white, and that they needed that sunlight reflecting on the wall to look that bright, which made the scene look a lot more yellow than it should. Seriously, trying to work this out I legit make it look like Buck is a Simpsons character.

Okay, but Anna, why did you make this particular connection? Well, the word is muted when Buck is talking about starting to date Natalia and then the sun gets brighter when he talks about them breaking up? COME ON. He's calling the relationship boring and the word literally gets brighter as he says it, madness.

Buck talking about dating Natalia -> Buck talking about breaking up with Natalia (please don't judge the gifs I don't want the stress of coloring them combined right now lol)

But that's the same reaction. Dude is smiling going in, he's smiling going out.

And considering Buck's relationship with his own death and the way I strongly believe that what drew him to Natalia was the fact that she didn't think his death was a tragedy and he wasn't ready to deal with the reality of had happened to him yet, to get him to the point where death is boring is progress. Makes me fear for my Buck breakdown wishes, but it is progress for that particular aspect of Buck, considering he has a very intricate relationship with death down to the fact he was born as a hail mary to prevent it. We have multiple near-death experiences, we have him saving the lives of people loves multiple times, the first time we see him he's saving a kid who drowned, his first big conflict is the fact that he's not handling not being able to save someone's life all that well, I can keep going, but you see my point, right?

The arc with Natalia, even though we didn't see the originally planned conclusion since the actress couldn't come back, had this point of Buck looking at what happened to him through the eyes of someone who didn't know him before and was actually excited about that happening, so he could distance himself from what happened and look at it from a "safe" distance. That distance also allowed him to ignore the very important "I need to do this for myself" thing from the coma dream because Buck is terrified of being alone, and that definitely includes the fear of finding out who he is by himself. Buck is bad at being alone, from meaningless sex, to hanging on to Abby too long, to hanging on to Taylor too long, to jumping in with Natalia, the first pretty girl who looked his way, it all makes this part of him very clear (parenthesis because I just had a thought, yes, Buck latches on to Taylor out of fear of being alone triggered by Eddie almost dying, but he thought he could have died himself considering the crane and everything about it and also the way he could very much have been shot at the same time as Eddie, he latched on to Natalia because he did die, he also almost died on his first date with Abby and Abby actually reached out to him when he was feeling all sorts of bad over someone dying, and he is held at gunpoint and watched a death that deeply affected him before he started dating Ali, so we have death as a connection here too, if that makes sense, I might have to come back to this thought later).

But the thing is, when you look at 6a for Buck considering the fact that Buck is passively suicidal, in a very I'm not trying to get killed but I don't think I don't care if I do die way, and how he probably thought he was going to die in a blaze of glory saving someone, and how he actually died in a pretty run-of-the-mill call, by something no one has any control over it, Buck's relationship with what he thought death was and would be for him changed. For one, Buck was not ready for how much it affected everyone around him, he never considered what the grief of losing him would do to the people he loves, but also, Buck's main excuse for his near-death experiences/impulsive behavior that puts him in mortal danger was "but I didn't actually die" like with the blood clots or "I didn't get the worst of it" like with the shooting, I think even the tsunami a little bit with how he felt about losing Chris. But he did actually die, and considering the fact that he went up that ladder when Chimney was ready to go up and Eddie also got hit by the lightning, he also got the worst of it. So he lost his own coping mechanism.

So he arrived at a point where death is boring and he is smiling like an idiot at Eddie welcoming him "back to the world of the living" and that could have fun implications going forward. Because, one, he still hasn't dealt with a big emotion in a healthy way, and two, Bobby is in mortal danger. Considering his reaction to Bobby being dead in his coma world and the fact that he has no coping mechanism left when it comes to death anymore along with his own relationship with water and danger we could have some fun reactions to these types of triggers for him there.

And thinking about the way Oliver keeps talking about Buck learning more about himself and also about Buck leaning on Eddie, someone who had his own journey dealing with multiple layers of his relationship with death, they have a fun space to play with there, with Buck's relationship with death, Eddie's relationship with Buck's death, and everything else that could happen with Eddie fully dealing with Shannon's death, and Buck dealing with anything really, Daniel, his own death, his fear of being alone, all as someone who actually wants to live, who's not just moving because he's alive and has no other alternative.

That's it for today, as always, if you reached this I love you 💜

#im going to bed now #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #buck

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ya-boi-haru · 3 months

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You know what, I like you, let me share my headcannons/thoughts on an AU I recently mentioned...

Fable smp Coffee Shop AU...

• Sherb runs a 24/hr (or late opened) Cafe, The Alchemist Brew. They specialise is mixing different coffee flavours to create a new taste and can even create one for a persons specific need or even mood.

The people that have often come in say it was exactly what they needed; students coming in to study found they work best with Icarus' creations - jokes that they put a focusing chemical drug in it. People on first dates say they added an ingredient that was a big ice breaker for them to bond over. A few cases come in home sick and the drinks taste like home somehow.

• Rae runs another cafe in a different part of town. It's a more traditional place, more old fashioned, rustic aesthetic.

Rae got to take over this place a lot sooner than he thought.

His mother went missing when he was young and his step-dad, Fable, left a few years ago. Icarus' was supposed to take over the buisness but they wanted to do their own thing, especially since Rae and Icarus had different ideas on how they should run the place.

So Rae runs the Gilded Cafe. While keeping the more traditional things on the menu, Rae also explores the history with Coffee. Makes ones how they would make it 30, 50, 100 years ago and happily, shares it with their customers.

• Athena is learning how to open their own bakery (Flour Garden) with Jamie. They offer their goods as a trial to both Gilded and Alchemist Brew Cafe. This way they get to try new foods and have people taste test them and both Cafes get a unique item on their menus each week. The feedback from customers is always appreciated and it sparks new ideas for foods and types of foods.

• Momboo runs a flower and tea shop, The Pink Tulip, both as a seperate transaction but has a talent for getting sweet tastes out of nature's prettiest petals

• Which is a dramatic comparison to her sister, Ocie/Kai, who runs a bar, Sea Dragon, iconicly known for its underwater sailor/pirate aesthetic and strong drinks to match

• Wolf is a business analyst and has helped with the businesses as well as a few others around town

• His partner, Centross, helps manage the Sea Dragon. A couple years ago, he tried to start a buisness with Icarus and Easton (who is a real estate agent), but it crashed and burned real quick. Wolf talked to Kai and she was generous enough to help Centross get back on his feet and they ended up working really well together.

• Aax works in the Gilded Cafe with Rae. He came to Rae looking for work - one in a new town with no connection to the Telchin company. They were awful, treated their employees terribly, and they would use special artificial chemicals in their drinks to make it taste like flavours (Hazlenut, vanilla etc), never the real thing, even their machines were designed to cut corners with brewing.

• Ulysses is still with Telchin, casual, but is still in the town with his Partner. He used to be able to do beautiful coffee powder art, but since the accident in the shop he can't even hold a cup steady.

• Will runs little a Cafe - The Traveller - based on flavours around the world, some places he's been lucky to actually travel to. Seven helps him run the place and really good with machines so they never have to worry about things breaking.

• Now all these businesses have their challenges, but Icarus feels they have an extra one...

A night club across the street 2 doors down, "The World Port". It's an exclusive place and Icarus had heard a few things about it.

It's a jack of all trades types of place, has accommodation for any events, Bachelor party's, birthdays, buisness meetings, heck even wakes.

Icarus' problem is that - for some reason - the owner recommendeds The Alchemist Brew to their customers as a place to sober up. Which would be fine if that didn't mean nights of drunks coming in, making a mess and passing out. They somehow get their mail mixed up as well, and The World Port is loud and makes it hard to focus on work.

• The World Ports concept is to be a place for everyone. It's main area is a bar with a dance floor and great music. They have sectioned off rooms, identified by colour, each room can accommodate for certain events. You could hold 3 different events in once.

• Smaller Headcannons/Notes:

• Caspian comes into the Gilded Cafe as a place to write his stories. He started going there for the nice coffee and cozy vibes, but the manager seems really nice and passionate about his work, so he kept coming in and is now a regular. And the Barista working there is cute nice to talk to as well

• Rae grew to appreciate the small talks with Capsian while on shift. He's even made it into a few pages of Raes sketch book - that will never see the light of day - but that has nothing to do with anything! Rae always draws random customers for practice! Despite Aax pointing out that he draws Caspian more.

• Aax and Rae are dating and are peeking interest in Caspian.

• Wolf and Centross are dating, though Centross is showing interest in Kai. He would deny it to hell and back even though everyone can see it.

• Icarus gets new ingredients/inspiration from their friends. Athena and Jamie's creations, Momboos flowers etc

• During the business Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to run, Icarus made a purple drink that turned out to have an addicting side effect. Part of the reason thee business failed.

• Since the World Port is exclusive, Icarus can't get in to talk to the owner. However, there have been times when they've come into the Alchemist Brew, and Icarus has just not been in there at the right time to see them.

• If they don't want to deal with maintenance companies, the other owners ask Seven to come over and fix their equipment, especially if it should be a simple fix.

• Galahad works at The Traveller and suggested their own mix of a spicier blend

Feel free to add onto or suggest things!

#i kinda wanna cosplay from this-#partially cause i cant draw #itd be cool #fable smp #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fsmp #fable smp au #fable smp coffe shop au #coffee shop au

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Hi Aly! I love your writing so much! Can I request Arisu, Karube, and Chishiya headcannons with a smart significant other? Only if you feel writing it of course :) Thank you if you do - I look forward to seeing what you write next!!

y'all i finished revenge of others and i am OBSESSED with seok jaebum... anyways! i added kyuma and banda as characters i'll write for, so in the future feel free to request for them<3

there are a lot of different types of smarts in life (book smarts, street smarts, emotional intelligence, etc.) so i just had s/o written out as a combination of all of them. here you go nonnie!

warnings: none :)

arisu, chishiya, and karube with a smart s/o

arisu ryohei

arisu is so boyfriend material haha, he's always sooo impressed with you.

he knew you had a decent amount of intelligence based off of the test scores you showed him from university, but the first time you were fully able to show it off was during a game

it was a diamonds game, which wasn't exactly his strong suit (literally)

arisu is actually pretty smart himself, but he couldn't keep up with you during the game. your mind was working so fast and figuring things out at lightning speed

the group managed to finish the game with barely any casualties thanks to your quick mind and brilliant strategies. naturally, arisu had to bring it up in conversation

this boy showers you in compliments! he's so so sweet

he's your biggest fan, always bragging about you and rambling on about how amazing it was that you were able to do something so quick

you're the first person he'll come to if he needs anything at all.

he truly does trust your intuition more than his own. if you have a bad feeling about something, he makes sure to look at it through your viewpoint to try and understand what he's missing

more often than not, your warnings come in handy and he dodges a bullet. when he doesn't listen, he tends to notice things usually go bad

arisu also has smarts, so when the two of you start talking about whatever, those specific talks can go on for hours and hours

you both bring up new perspectives and different opinions and it's just so great

he's really really thoughtful and it makes the two of you super compatible :)

before he dropped out of university, you two were definitely study partners.

sometimes he would get a little too reliant on your knowledge and found himself basically dumping his entire homework load onto you

you never really noticed though, and you managed to help him solve the problems with such ease that it didn't really feel like homework at all

this benefitted both of you greatly though, because each time he solved a problem with your help he got a kiss as a reward

oh, plus cuddle breaks in between

and if he managed to solve three problems in a row without much of your help? you basically pampered him with kisses all over his face

his family absolutely loves you

kind of sad, but his dad and brother really like you because they believe you have the potential they think arisu lacks

you never treat them disrespectfully, but you definitely talk shit about them behind closed doors with arisu

cause how dare they talk about your precious bf like that?

you're kind of a mediator for him, karube, and chota though

hate to say it, but putting these three together inevitably causes stupid ideas to come up

you try to be the voice of reason. sometimes they listen to you, sometimes they don't

karube will playfully call you a 'buzzkill' because you shoot down their dangerous adventures, but it's all with good intent

when you're not around them, karube and chota will definitely hype you up to arisu though

"how did you even manage to pull someone so smart arisu?"

"his dad must be paying her, huh chota?"

on the other side though, sometimes the two of you clash.

arisu undeniably thinks with his heart most of the time. especially outside of games

you tend to stick with your brains and rely on them to get you through tough situations. this can lead to some tough arguments

you think of things logically and he comes at it emotionally, so sometimes it's hard to see eye-to-eye

you both love each other a lot though, so you always figure something out at the end of the day

you trust in your head so you tend to be stubborn and need time to yourself, but he will always rely on his feelings for you to get through these types of things

overall...

expect a lot of praise and reliance from him

he finds you super trustworthy and levelheaded, so your his go-to for anything at anytime

chishiya shuntaro

oh boy, i don't even know where to start with him? let's just say... things can get intense

chishiya is highly intelligent. you are also highly intelligent. this is where you both struggle

you can pick his brain a little too good for his liking and sometimes it bothers him. he can't really get anything past you, and the same goes the other way around

he can tend to get manipulative when things go south, and you match his energy

things that work on anybody else don't work on you, and it kind of freaks him out lol

he likes to be in control of everything around him, which includes the feelings of other people. you don't give him the chance to do this

this leads to a lot of passive aggressiveness and tension

but the tension is honestly the best part of your relationship

there is so much teasing and banter between the two of you

you both play the high-stakes game of 'who can get a smart remark past the other one first' and it makes things really fun

affection can get really exciting between the two of you because of this. after a day full of teasing it's quite interesting to see who breaks first in terms of relationship things

honestly? most of the time it's you, but when you decide to get stubborn and hold out, chishiya gets a little touchy and you find it cute

when you both have a common goal you make a great team

it's very true that two heads are greater than one

when one person makes the plan, the other will go over it and quickly catch any mistakes or holes that are missing

anything that you both work on together is almost unsettlingly perfect

while your smarts can sometimes lead to incompatibility, there are certain things that the two of you understand about each other that no one else does

you both can have really great conversations with each other. you don't have to hold back any of your thoughts because you know chishiya will always understand them, and it's great

you and him look at things objectively all the time, so emotions don't tend to get in the way of things you place higher priority over

both of you need your alone time, so codependency is never an issue

finally, you understand chishiya like nobody else does. you know how his brain works and you know how he views things. the best part about it? you send him no judgement

chishiya doesn't think of you as a chore because he's aware that you're probably the smartest person in a room full of people. he doesn't have to take care of you which is bliss for him

you guys have a lot of inside jokes as well, things so deeply exclusive to only you two that nobody dares to understand

you're a very intimidating couple

it's kind of difficult to make couple friends due to this intimidation factor, so double dates are off the table

chishiya was never much of a people person anyway, so it doesn't bother him

you're perfectly content mentally stimulating each other. things never get boring around him

overall...

you're able to perform the crazy feat of being seen as an equal by the one and only chishiya!

he's clever, but so are you. as much as it can be an annoyance, he actually finds you very entertaining

there's definitely a lot of trust between you two simply because you're one in the same. you know the saying 'don't do anything i wouldn't do'? basically your relationship in a nutshell

karube daikichi

karube is such a showoff LMAO

as a bartender, he comes across a lot of aggressive drunk dudes that aren't afraid to diss him and the things he holds dear to him. his family, his friends, and you as well

as childish as it is, his favorite thing to hit them with is "i bet my s/o is smarter than yours"

he just absolutely loves to use you as bragging rights and it's great

he's constantly learning from you and is extremely interested in anything you say

karube didn't graduate high school. he will absolutely eat up any fact you tell him and loves to learn things from you

he thinks the way that you talk is so captivating and will continuously ask you to repeat yourself just so he can hear you speak

he shares the facts you told him with arisu and chota and feels so smart

when they ask him where he learned that, he will proudly tell them that he got it from you

he doesn't feel inferior to you at all lol, he absolutely worships you

at first you were a bit hesitant to accept how much praise he would give you, but you eased up to it

similar to arisu, compliments compliments compliments

they're all over the place

he will brag about you to anything that breathes, especially when you're around

he actually finds that talking about you to other people is more fun than talking about himself. you're truly his gem and he finds you so special

he really likes to see you in your element and could watch you for hours

whether it's math, science, art, or whatever you're good at

when you start to really get into something, you focus on it entirely and he finds it super interesting to watch

he likes to watch the little habits you do. the only one he's pointed out to you is how you tap your thumb on the pads of your other fingers back and forth

he likes to hear you get logical

he sometimes tells you about the people that come into the bar and spill their life stories

when he does this, he will purposefully ask you to break down your thoughts so he can get an understanding of what your brain is thinking

"well obviously the reason his wife is asking him to clean up the dishes is because she's trying hard to get a promotion at work and comes home tired everyday! how can he not see that? she's not working hard for nothing..."

"really, babe? i didn't think of it that way"

he especially enjoys it when you start to criticize people and get a little snarky with them. he witnessed it once when someone was giving you attitude and he thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

you basically broke down their emotions for them and matched their tone, but did it in such a cool way lol his heart was pounding

overall...

karube thinks your smarts are such an amazing feature

he can't match them but he's totally okay with it, because now he has a smart s/o that is totally better than anybody else's

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endless-summer-soldier · 5 months

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cruel to be kind - chapter six

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

warnings: alcohol use, cursing

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Y/N sat on a baja blanket, staring out into the ocean, wondering if he would come. Sam confirmed he was able to sneak Bucky the mixtape, but Y/N wasn’t sure that he had decoded her message. On the tracklist, she underlined different letters and numbers that read “Sat 2PM 7th St Beach.” It was subtle, which was her style, but she wasn’t even sure he would figure it out. Hell, he might not even have noticed the pattern. In her mind, it was almost like a test. If he didn’t decode the message, then things weren’t meant to be.

She eyed the book sitting in her lap, willing herself to at least try to read to distract her mind. But everytime she finished a page, she checked her watch to see what time it was. It was now 1:56 and the weight residing in her stomach grew heavier. Who was she kidding, he wasn’t going to show up. This whole thing was stupid and she was kicking herself for ever thinking it was a good idea. She hated this feeling. This was why she pushed people away. Being vulnerable was the easiest way to get hurt.

And now a tear was falling down her cheek. She was so in her head about things that she was crying. She quickly wiped the single tear off her cheek and laid back on the blanket, placing the open book over her face. She had to get her shit together. She would not be the girl crying over a guy. Y/N took in a deep inhale and breathed out of her mouth, calming her nervous system. The oxygen was all she needed to clear her head. Her decision was made.

She stood in the sand and tossed her book in her bag. She folded up her blanket and collected her sandals, trudging through the sand to the boardwalk.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already. I’m only a few minutes late, and for good reason.” Bucky stood in front of her, in his signature leather jacket, with two cups of coffee in his hands.

“What are you doing here,” she stated more than asked, adding a few more bricks to the wall that was guarding her heart.

“I got your message,” he smiled. He walked closer towards her and handed her a cup of coffee. “Figured we had some catching up to do,” he added.

She stood there, still processing this. He came. He figured out the message and he showed up. He passed the test. She hadn’t really thought through what would actually happen if he came. And now here he was, standing in front of her.

Before she could respond, Bucky stepped closer, taking the blanket out of her hands and splaying it out over the sand.

“Come on,” he urged her. She didn’t object, sitting down next to him as they looked out onto the ocean.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet before. You usually have a biting remark queued up as soon as you see me.”

“I do not,” she argued.

“See, that’s better already,” he joked, giving her shoulder a light nudge.

“I didn’t think you would come,” she admitted.

“You didn’t think I would come or you didn’t think I would decode your message?”

“The latter is probably a bit more accurate,” she said sheepishly.

“I know it may seem like I’m just a pretty face, but I’ve been known to have clever thoughts every so often.”

His attempts at getting her to loosen up were moderately successful, but she still wasn’t willing to open up just yet. Luckily, Bucky had planned for this. He knew this conversation would take some work.

“Are you happy to see me here?” he asked.

She let out a sigh, “I am. I hate to admit this, but I missed you these past few weeks.”

Bucky placed a hand over his heart, “You missed me?”

She hit his bicep with the back of her hand, “Don’t make me say it again.”

“I missed you too. And all I wanted was to talk to you and explain things. So thank you for giving me the opportunity to do that.”

She merely nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“So let me start by admitting that I am a complete idiot and I probably don’t even deserve a second chance, but I appreciate you giving me a chance to redeem myself.”

“Good start,” she commented.

“I agreed to the dare just to get Zemo to shut up. And I think the only reason I really went for it is because you intrigued me. I always found you attractive but I never pursued you because…well honestly you don’t come across as very friendly.”

Y/N chuckled and he continued.

“And then when I first talked to you, it was like I had this need for you to like me. I wanted to figure out what made you tick, and the more time I spent with you, the more I liked you. I need you to know that everything I said was true and that the person you spent all that time with was the real me. The dare just gave me a reason to talk to you. These past few weeks I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I haven’t been eating, I’ve barely slept, knowing that I hurt you has been killing me. I can promise you, I will never hurt you again. I think I might be in love with you, and this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way so I’m still figuring it all out, but I will do anything to win you back. I’ll bring you breakfast every morning, I will carry all your books and walk you to class every day, I will give you my car. Whatever you need, I’ll do it. Just please, give me another chance.”

She was quiet for a second, processing his words.

“Could you, like, say something?” he asked nervously, struggling to read her expression.

“I’m thinking,” she responded. “Did you rehearse that?”

He was confused by her question, but answered anyway. “I mean I had points I wanted to hit on. I think I may have strayed a little bit towards the middle but I think I ended strong.”

She gave him a small smile, “Do you really mean it all or are you just telling me what I want to hear?”

He took her hand, “Y/N, I’m not here to bullshit you. I mean every single word. You are the world to me.”

“You used the l-word,” she commented. Bucky found it cute that she couldn’t say love.

“Yeah I wasn’t planning on saying that, but it’s true. I do love you.” He ran his thumb up and down the back of her hand. She was quiet again, thinking through her response. She never took this long to respond, usually she went with whatever popped into her head. Bucky took her hand and placed it to his chest. “Do you feel that? How fast my heart is beating? It gets like that every time I’m around you. And my stomach always feels like there’s a million butterflies fluttering around in there. You do that to me.”

“I love you too.” It fell off her lips so easily, Bucky thought he must have misheard.

“You do?” he asked in disbelief. She bit her bottom lip and shyly nodded her head, trying to hide the smile on her lips. He lost control. He lunged at her, essentially tackling her down onto the blanket as he squeezed her into a tight hug. When he pulled away ever so slightly, his face hovered above hers.

“Are you gonna let me kiss you?” he asked. She simply nodded and his lips were on hers, making up for their lost time. It almost scared her, how easily she fell back into the kiss. Her hand found his jaw as she held him close, not wanting him to leave her vicinity. This was the moment she’d been waiting for and it didn’t disappoint. The spark was there, the longing was there, the love was there. And in that moment she knew that she never wanted to be without him.

They kissed and cuddled for a while and then they sat there together and watched the sunset. Y/N leaned back into Bucky’s arms as he kept her warm from the crisp autumn air. They talked about nothing and everything, trying to catch up on the weeks they had missed. And in that moment she knew she would never grow tired of this. He had somehow managed to thaw her frozen exterior and taught her that love was worth the risk of pain.

As it started to get darker, they packed up their spot on the beach and headed back to the boardwalk. She knew she wasn’t leaving his side tonight. She’d spent too much time away from him and she wasn’t ready to separate just yet.

“Keys please,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Oh are you driving?” he asked skeptically.

“Well yeah, it is my car now,” she replied easily.

Bucky leaned his head back, “Of course, how could I forget.” He placed the keys in her open hand, before wrapping his strong arm over her shoulder and pulling her in close to kiss her temple.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes college au

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flock-talk · 1 year

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Transparency With Parrot Food Manufacturers

There's been a significant rise in the expectation of transparency between pet food manufacturers and the general public. Dog food manufacturers, for example; have AAFCO, feeding trials, and an array of nutrient digestibility charts, base nutrient expectations, and sanitary guidelines to follow which a lot of brands then openly share with the public. These standards help pet parents make more active choices in what they feed their pets, tailor their pets diet to meet their individual needs, trust that their food meets a base line of nutrition, and that the food was produced in a sanitary manner. The dog food industry is far from perfect and even these regulations have their flaws and the tests aren't without fault but it is a good base for us to compare to when we're trying to sort out what we want from other pet food manufacturers. In this case I'm focusing on parrot pellet manufacturers.

I had a few different goals heading in to this.

I wanted to see how transparent pellet manufacturers would be with sharing information that is common to ask dog food manufacturers (information is not confidential, revealing formulas, secrets, etc.)

The availability of nutrient analysis charts (breakdowns of how much of each nutrient is in their pellets)

What standards parrot food manufacturers held themselves to

If any feeding trials were performed on their pellets

And to preface this with my own bias, I am pro-pellet, I currently feed pellets.

Before we get too deep in to this let's break things down a bit.

As it stands there really aren't any regulating bodies above parrot food manufacturers as far as I could find. There doesn't seem to be much of any standards when it comes to their sanitization or product quality, the best you get is the FDA/ CFIA which basically just make sure a food isn't outright toxic. As it stands there haven't been enough studies done on parrot nutrition for there to be a governing body stating what the minimum nutrient requirements are for parrot food, we simply do not actually know what those requirements are yet so there cannot be a set standard for it. This unfortunately leaves us open to a lot of problems, if there's no nutritional requirements and no standardized testing then we're really just putting a lot of trust in to a company that wants to turn a profit. We're hoping that the food that says it's nutritionally complete is what it says with no evidence to show for it, and no science to confirm it.

So with that said no parrot food can actually claim to be "100% nutritionally complete", we do not know what nutritionally complete looks like for parrots, there is no science to back up those claims.

So I set out and emailed every parrot pellet manufacturer I could think of and asked them the some questions.

"Does your company do feeding trials? If so, is that data available to the public anywhere?"

"Do you have a nutrient profile available?"

Feeding trials are very simply a test where you feed a set of animals exclusively one diet and then monitor them to see if the food is capable of providing the base essential nutrients needed to live. Usually they do blood work, urine and fecal alongside regular physical exams to monitor things like nutritional deficiency, ailments, and nutrient digestibility. This helps show that a food is capable of providing what the target animal needs to survive without causing health problems and provides vital information on what amount of vitamins/ minerals in the produced food are actually being digested and absorbed. These tests are common among well-known dog food companies and most are more than willing to share that data to give their consumers peace of mind with easy transparency.

And let me tell you I am beyond disappointed at what happened when I asked parrot food manufacturers the exact same thing.

TOPs: No nutrient profile listed on the website, does have a detailed breakdown of why every single ingredient was added though. Happily discloses that parrot nutritional science doesn't have all the data to claim any food as 100% nutritionally complete and advises for the feeding of fresh foods in addition to their food, didn't specify exactly how much of each to maintain optimal nutrition.

I emailed them three times and never got a response back from any of them.

Harrisons: Does say you can feed 20% vegetables by weight while the pellet should be 75%, has an easily available nutrient analysis on their website.

also emailed three times with no response back.

Caitec: no nutritional analysis listed on their main website, website did not state how they want their product to be fed, product packaging states that veggies should be a treat/ addition and lists the pellet as a "complete diet".

emailed three times with no response back.

Lafeber: Primarily promotes mixed seed and pellet formulas, doesn't state any risks of parrot's selective consumption (study on that problem), does promote the feeding of fresh produce in conjunction with their formulas at 20% of the diet, no nutrient analysis on their website.

emailed three times with no response back.

Zupreem (Compana Pet Brands): did respond back but they phrased their response in a way to dance around the subject, after some pushing they confirmed they do not do feeding trials. Encourages use of fresh foods with their formula, at least 60% pelleted diet recommended. Had an extremely small nutrient profile that just skipped over the important nutrient requirements like the Ca:Ph. I asked for a nutrient profile which they did not want to provide but were able to tell me that the naturals pellets have 0.59% calcium

Roudybush: Says fresh foods can be fed but "as a minor part of the diet", does say that science doesn't have enough information to make a product tailored to each species of bird, did make changes to their formula recently to remove menadione in favour of alfalfa due to it's potential toxicity. does seem to be evolving as science progresses. Ingredients list wasn't listed on the website, nor was a nutrient profile.

did not reply to any emails.

Tropican (HARI): I was hopeful for this one by the way their website boasts about their feeding trials and research. So so hopeful.

Talks about doing feeding trials openly on their website, recommends 70% pellet to 30% fresh foods (by caloric content not weight) but mentioned that their birds eat 100% pellets. Easily accessible albeit basic nutrient profile but it covers the main things.

After my email Mr. Hagen actually ended up calling me and what I was hoping would be a motivating call ended up being very hostile. Whenever I asked questions about data or results of a feeding trial I was immediately shut down, the topic was changed, I was interrupted mid-sentence over and over again. I was able to get small tidbits of info that were as vague as "we've fed multiple generations of birds on this food" and "we do annual weigh-ins". He would casually mention data from a study he had done but then dart away if I asked for the name of the study so I could read it later. It was an extremely off-putting phone call. Completely unwilling to say how many birds were in a trial, how many years the trial went on for, if there was bloodwork or nutrient digestibility charts, nothing at all. He also casually mentioned that once the birds are old enough they get sold to stores which was very unnerving to me.

So I guess they maybe do legitimate feeding trials but they will under no circumstances offer that data to the public? I don't know. They wouldn’t provide any published articles or data to actually prove that the trials exist and I will definitely not be contacting them again to find out. They suggested I was trying to steal their formula and lying about my identity. I'm not going to try to get a simple answer out of them again.

Mazuri: recommends 20% fresh foods 75% pellets, nutrient profile available on the website.

did not reply to any emails.

Pretty Bird: Does not do feeding trials, prompt to reply, at least knew what a feeding trial was. Couldn't find feeding recommendations on the website, no nutrient profile aside from the generic guaranteed analysis having a few add-ons but still skipping on the important nutrients you'd want to know about.

Kaytee: Did not know what a Feeding Trial was. Thought I wanted samples and offered me a coupon. I had to explain to this animal food manufacturer what a feeding trial was. Unsurprisingly they do not do feeding trials. Website had no listing of a nutrient analysis. Recommended 70-90% pellets to some fresh foods. In their own published article they went over how damaging seed diets are for parrots but then they also sell seed-only diets with the ingredients they were specifically bashing in their own article. When I asked for a nutrient profile this is what I was given:

"Nutrient levels are calculated based on ingredient data, feed compendium tables and direct diet analysis. Actual levels may vary slightly due to ingredient and analytical variation."

Kaytee exact naturals cockatiel pellet:

"0.4% Calcium 0.2% Available Phosphorus (non-phytate P) 0.1% Magnesium 120 ppm Zinc 140 ppm Iron 700 IU/kg Vitamin D3"

and that's just extremely limited information. I'm glad they were willing to provide something but in comparison to some of the others it's just not a lot of data.

Psittacus: advises for the use of grit in parrots, recommends 100% pellets but says you can feed a minimum of 70% to make room for fresh foods. Their response to feeding trails was really vague: "our products have been evaluated and tested in our centre as well as collaborating centres. This information is for internal use and it is not published anywhere". Wouldn't say what tests were done or elaborate further than that in any way. I then inquired for a detailed nutrient analysis chart saying that Mia's calcium has been a bit of a struggle (since it has been), curious if their brand may have more calcium than the ones Im using now to help her out to which they replied with "our food contains the calcium levels appropriate for him/her". (you literally cannot say that, you haven't run tests on my bird, you haven't worked with my vet regarding my bird, you cannot guarantee a blanket statement like that.). They did offer me a link to this catalogue which has more detailed info on their pellets production and a more thorough nutrient analysis chart.

I am shocked by the responses I received. I am disappointed in parrot food manufacturers. I am frustrated with parrot food regulations.

I knew I wouldn't get much out of these emails since the standards for parrot food are so low but the amount of companies that just pretended not to get my emails or didn't even know what a feeding trial was is ridiculous. The amount of companies that were making claims that science can't back up, or making claims that science actually disagrees with is astounding.

The complete lack of transparency is terrifying.

#I am never doing this again #don’t ask questions to pet food companies they will try to throw you in jail #dude straight up was like WHAT WILL YOU DO WI THE THAT INFO YOURE NOT A VET???#HUH?????#feed my birds a diet that’s confirmed to be healthy for them……..#bring the data tm my vet and ask if this looks like a good option for my pets……#I will now be rethinking their diets entirely #thank you for coming to my ted talk #pellets #science

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adam-sadmon · 6 months

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So to supplement by last post wherein I made an Armored Core AC based around Makoto (and might do some more for the Thieves) it's alternatively funny to instead imagine AC's not built by design aesthetics or combat styles/characteristics of the Thieves but literally made BY the Thieves, so here's how I imagine each Thief would build their AC if sat down in front of Armored Core 6:

Ryuji: Easy. Tank legs, dual miniguns and dual missile launchers on the shoulders. He hasn't optimised it whatsoever and with a build like that honestly he doesn't need to, he's Tokyo drifting at mach 10 turning the atmosphere into 90% lead. He will absolutely drive Futaba insane over how stupid his build is and how terrifyingly effective it is, especially when he turns her fully optimised meta build into a tin can.

Futaba: Futaba is a Gamer TM, and a toxic meta-slave at that, so she's running dual Zimmermans and Songbirds, at least when she's playing online. She likes to challenge herself in the campaign (which she's played though about 10 times now) and loves to flex on the rest of the Thieves in the Arena, usually by only equipping a single bazooka and turning on manual aiming to practise her Quake/TF2 rockets. OH, and she has in fact bugged Yusuke into making some waifu decals for her which she stickerbombs her AC with.

Yusuke: At first Yusuke was literally just using the first AC you play as during the first mission of the game since he spent a 100% of his time creating decals and re-colouring his AC, until eventually he started changing the AC parts to compliment his decals and aesthetic, and finally he actually went into the test range to fight... So he could spend 110% of his time in photo mode.

Makoto: Makoto, much to the fear and surprise of Futaba, is ruthlessly efficient when it comes to her AC build and approaches weapon and part stats the way she would an exam, going out of her way to build an energy-weapon based medium-weight AC, having ran the numbers on the various energy generators and the sheer DPS on quad-pulse guns, and much to her surprise has even beat Futaba on multiple occasions, even against her meta-slave build. Though nobody knows and she wouldn't hasten to tell anybody Makoto has secretly spent an inordinate amount of time away from studying to make Buchimaru decals for when she plays alone in the campaign.

Ann: Having little frame of reference as far as mecha go Ann failed upwards, instead trying to emulate herself in the metaverse by running with dual Ludlow SMG's and even adding the whip-like plasma thrower to her build and, inspired by the sleek femme-fatale villainesses of her childhood shows, built herself especially light with reverse-joint legs, not for the added jump distance or decrease in weight but because they look like high heels. She has accidentally outed Makoto's dark secret by telling Mako-Chan that she and her should hang out and make some more Buchi emblems and makes Futaba question her existence when she victory dances after turning her AC into Swiss cheese.

Haru: As bloodthirsty in AC6 as she is in the Metaverse Haru gets noticeably too into Arena fights especially when landing a fully revved chainsaw or by going wide eyed and shallow-breathed when flying 300 metres up in the air on hovering tetrapod legs while raining down 40 missiles at once, usually on Ryuji who can't reach her with his stubby little tank legs and who refuses to change his AC. She's attempted to make a lighter weight, more aesthetically pleasing and eloquent AC's but says fuck it when she realises she can't equip the chainsaw without being overburdened.

Morgana: Morgana doesn't have thumbs, however when hanging around Futaba he backseats and has gotten her to make a gentlemanly, lightweight AC with quad-handguns painted all black and white to emulate his stylish masculinity, which he then got to see melted by Sulla. He hasn't even got to Balteus yet.

#Persona #Persona 5 #P5 #Haru Okumura #Ryuji Sakamoto #Futaba Sakura #Yusuke Kitagawa #Makoto Niijima #Ann Takamaki #Morgana #Mona #Armored Core #Armored Core 6 #AC6

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years

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Roleplaying - Oh My Girl Arin

This is a “sequel” for Penpals

"How've you been?" Daddy's voice rumbles against Arin's back, the two of them settled comfortably in the hot tub. Part 1 of their little tryst was done, and Arin is feeling comfortably stretched, the warm water bringing relief to her sore muscles.

"Good, I’ve been busy with my comeback!"

"Comeback? What do you mean?" Shit, right, he didn't know who she was, of course, about her being an idol. Arin curses herself under the mask.

"Oh, I meant, um, coming back to the office. Now that things are opening up again."

"Oh okay, speaking of comebacks, my new favorite group is doing a comeback!"

"Which one?”

"Oh My Girl!” Arin freezes, before forcing herself to relax against him.

"Oh, I’ve... heard of them, they’re quite popular now.”

"They are!”

"Who’s your favorite member?”

"Their maknae, she’s so cute, Arin? I think.” Arin's heart skips a beat, and so does a shot of arousal, as something very naughty strikes her.

"Really? She's cute?"

"Yeah, she doesn't like to do aegyo, but she's so cute!"

"What about pretty?"

"Hm? I mean of course! She's pretty!"

The actual maknae of Oh My Girl tilts her head back, kissing his jaw.

"What about sexy, do you think she’s sexy?”

"I umm...”

"Show me what she looks like.” Arin asks daringly, dangerously testing if he would recognize her from behind the mask. He reaches for his phone and pulls up a picture of her. Annoyingly he pulls up the tamest ones, and Arin takes the phone from him, adding the word "sexy" to the search term. She finds one that is much more suggestive, her skirt flying up in the air—her safety shorts left nothing to imagination.

"Look at those thighs, that body, don’t tell me you don’t fantasize about her.”

"I don't! I-I wouldn’t!”

"Are you really trying to pretend to be innocent now?” Arin asks witheringly-they’ve always shared every kink, every fantasy.

"Fine, I would.

"Good, let’s roleplay. I’ll be Arin, you can do whatever you want to Oh My Girl’s maknae, Daddy." Her hands sink beneath the water surface—one goes to her own breast, gently squeezing her chest for his benefit. The other goes down between his legs, stroking him, also for his benefit.

"Do you think she's a dom, or a sub?" she whispers sensually into his ear. "Is she going to ride you until you can't get it up anymore?" She grabs his cock firmly, almost painfully. Then she trails a finger tip from head to base, caressing him. "Or is she going to want you take her however you want, fuck her senseless like an animal, absolutely ruin her..." With him definitely rock hard, Arin smiles underneath her mask, kisses his quivering jaw, and gets up slowly, making sure his eyes are glued to her figure as she steps out of the hot tub.

"I'll be waiting." The water trails off her body, and one particularly rivulet seems to disappear between her butt cheeks before reappearing on the cusp of her lower lips. His vision darkens, seeming to zoom in on that droplet. He watches the droplet grow, aided by her slick, and it hits critical mass, detaching from Arin and hitting the floor.

She never makes it to the door.

"Mmm!" Arin's breath is taken away as he slams her against the door, his chest pressing against her back.

"Fuck Mommy, you can't just do that."

Arin is slightly put out that he isn't doing the roleplay yet, but very turned on by his sudden roughness.

"Call me Arin."

"A-Arin?"

"Mmhmm, I want you to fuck Arin, not Mommy." He sucks his breath in, as if still trying to resist his urges, many lewd fantasies suddenly surfacing in his mind. "I'll be whatever you want Arin to be." He stays silent, and Arin eggs him on.

"She looked quite cheeky in those pics, ever want to hot dog her? Here." She reaches for her own butt, raising her hips slightly to make sure his cock is right between her cheeks. Her hands squeeze them together as she moves up and down slightly.

"Looks like a hot dog doesn't it? Go ahead, it needs your dressing." He groans as his shaft slides in between Arin's smooth cheeks, and his own hands join hers, pushing her cheeks together with more pressure. "That's it, keep going, imagine how it'll feel sliding in and out of Arin's pussy."

Soon he is moaning and actively thrusting between her cheeks. His reluctance melts away every time his tip pokes out from her ass, and he announces his limit quickly.

"Fuck Arin, I'm going to cum!"

"That's it Daddy, cum for Arin, cum all over me!" She purrs in satisfaction as his hot cum lands all over her back, in time with the throbbing of his cock between her cheeks. His chin rests on her shoulder, and he breathes heavily into her ear while he recovers, almost using her to stay standing. Without a care his thumbs wipes the cum off her back as he runs his hands up and down her midriff, and he buries his face in her neck, asking her a question.

"Are you sure?"

Arin is mildly surprised at his question, that he still isn't fully into the idea, but from the shakiness of his voice she knows he is barely holding on. His follow up statement though—that gets Arin wet beyond any shower or hot tub could do.

"I kinda like you as you though."

She turns her head and locks him in a kiss, their masks jostling slightly in how fiercely they are suddenly kissing, as if she wanted to plunge her tongue straight down his throat.

"Are you going to give Arin her reward?" Breathlessly she breaks the kiss and asks coquettishly, and finally he gives in.

"How does Arin want her reward?"

"Whatever makes me feel good Daddy," she sighs as he immediately begins planting kisses along her shoulders. He slides down her body, his hands smearing a trail of his earlier cum down her sides. To her surprise he sits down, slipping his head between Arin and the door. With his hands back on her ass, he manipulates her so that she is basically on his face, and Arin ends up half sitting on him and half pinning his face against the door.

"Oh fuck, you eat me so well!" His nose brushes against her clit over and over as Arin rides him, face-fucking him into the door. He tongues her rapidly, tracing laps around her slit before dipping in for a taste, and her juices start to spill down his chin.

The door starts to rattle from Arin's thrusts, and his head is gently knocking against the door every time, but neither of them cared. The whole time his hands have stayed planted on her butt, and as she begins to move more wildly he slips a finger between her cheeks, gently playing with her puckered ring. The sensation drives Arin mad, and when a bit of his finger slips in her shout echoes in the bathroom.

"Ahh oh god!" Arin covers his face in slick, and it spills down his body, covering his front much like he had covered her back. Her knees go weak, and he has to catch her, make sure she doesn't slip. One hand on the door and another hand in his hair, Arin braces herself through her climax, shaking off all the drops of water and slick still on her gorgeous figure. She slowly slides her pussy down his face and body, landing in his lap.

"Did Arin enjoy her reward?" he asks huskily. Face-to-face with him once more, Arin fears for a second that he recognizes her, but then she remembers the masks they always wore, and she reassures herself, using her second mask, her job as Arin the idol, to titillate him further.

"Yes she did, and she can't wait to have more fun with you." She gets up off his lap and leads him to the shower. A quick tantalizing shower later, their impromptu mess is cleaned and Arin wraps herself in a tower and whispers in his ear.

"Get dressed and wait in your room, Arin wants to strip you herself."

Thrilled, Daddy Long Leg stews in his room, turning on the TV but unable to concentrate at all. He puts on and takes off clothes again and again, unable to decide how "dressed" he should be. He keeps his arousal at a bubble point, pulling up some of Arin's racier fancams, letting his imagination run wild. A mere knock pushes his arousal to a boiling point, and when Arin enters the door he is steaming.

She is dressed in a white blouse and a red checkered skirt, the split going right in front, across her body and held up by a belt, like a present to unwrap.

"What are you looking at?" He tries to put his phone away, but Arin is too quick, stealing it from him with a giggle. "Oh, were you watching me? What were you expecting from me?" she asks, teasing him. She pretends to examine the fancam, as if studying the moves, but really, she knew it by heart.

"That show was for my fans, how about a private show for my biggest fan?" Arin drags a chair over and sits in it before pressing play on the fancam. The phone blasts the music in the hotel room, and even though he had just watched the video, it does not compare to the show she is putting on now.

A part of him marvels at how well Mommy Red Cheeks is able to imitate Arin's moves on such short notice—little does he know that she has spent hours practicing, and her body moves with the music on its own. A smaller yet much harder part of him notices far too keenly Arin's lack of safety shorts as she pulls her leg up and over the chair.

The chair slides gratingly across the floor, but neither of them care as Arin mounts him, taking the performance into his lap. A finger tracing the outline of his mask, her hand is almost gentle as she runs it along his cheek, before cupping it and pulling him in for a fevered kiss. His hands find their way to her slim waist and pull her further into him, her skirt riding higher and higher up until her clothed heat touches his pant-shielded length. Arin squirms and grinds against him, her mouth hanging open as she focuses on both the pleasure and the performance—this was a performance done for no one else but themselves.

"Do you want me?" she asks in a low voice.

"Yes, fuck yes..." he rasps back.

"Say my name!"

"I want you so much Arin!" God, the way he says it, it makes Arin's pussy clench on nothingness, she needed him inside her! Shakily her fingers play with his shirt buttons, and he does the same, fumbling with her blouse. He throbs even harder in his pants—even though he had seen Mommy's perky breasts many times, seeing Arin’s curves peeking through the soon-to-be-removed blouse is driving him mad. He unbuckles her belt, and Arin's blouse and skirt are wide open for the taking.

He slips his hands underneath the thin top as Arin slips hers under his undone shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The performance is all but forgotten by the both of them, and it is timely as the fancam has finished—time to move on to the real show.

"Strip me..." Daddy follows her command eagerly, almost ripping her blouse as he tears it off her lithe figure, flinging it to his bed. He tugs on the skirt, but it is not so easy to remove. Laughing slightly Arin gets off him, putting on a show as she pulls down on the hidden side zipper, and the skirt falls from her body.

"Your turn." Playfully Arin reaches for his pants, undoing them quickly and pulling it clean off, along with his boxers. Daddy's shirt joins Arin's blouse, forgotten somewhere on the bed behind them.

"So, how do you think Arin fucks?" she asks.

"That sounds so wrong..." He can't suppress his moan when Arin kneels between his legs, taking his cock in her hands.

"You're right, how do you imagine Arin fucks? Maybe she likes to suck it first, get it nice and sloppy?" Teasing him, Arin let’s his cock slip out of her mouth, and it slaps against her cheek wetly. When she puts it back in his fingers dig into her hair, pushing her mouth further down on his shaft. She keeps at it, bobbing her head up and down. She wanted to ask him if he thinks Arin would be this skilled with her mouth, but it is currently occupied by his pulsing shaft.

Arin let's him go when he starts producing precum, and his final moan is one of disappointment, but she has other plans. As much as she liked him blowing in her mouth and rocking his world, right now Arin needed her world rocked too.

"How was that?"

"Good, amazing," he mutters breathlessly.

"Great, now imagine Arin— mmm..." she sinks down into his lap, the sloppy blowjob allowing her to take him all the way. "Imagine Arin just sinking onto your cock, it stretches her so fucking well."

"Fuck!" Daddy moans his agreement. "So tight!"

"She is isn't she? Mmm god she's so naughty, taking your dick raw. Bouncing on you, when you could cum in her unprotected pussy at any time..." He throbs harder inside her, as if wanting nothing more than to do exactly that. "Mm you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" he groans into her neck.

Arin knew just how to tease him. "Hold on for me Daddy, you can do that right?" She bucks her hips strongly into him, and he grits his teeth and moans agreement. Arin nibbles his earlobe as a reward.

"Good, I'm going to ride you until you forget what it feels like to have Arin's tight pussy not stretched around you!"

Her arms wrap around his neck, and Arin goes on the ride of her life. Knees planted into the bed, she humps him slowly at first, cooing at his kisses along her collarbone. The whole roleplay arguably turns Arin on more than Daddy Long Leg, the idea that he's having sex with her and not "Mommy Red Cheeks" sending a warm flush through her body. It surprises Arin too, and soon with a yelp she's announcing her climax.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!"

The rhythmic contractions of Arin's pussy gives way to erratic squeezes, and he shuts his eyes to not have to look at Arin in the throes of her orgasm—just the feel of her slick sliding down his shaft is almost enough to send him off the edge, but he manages to hold on—he has to.

"Can you keep going? I still remember what it feels like to not have you wrapped around me," he teases her.

"Shut, up..." Arin moans airily before riding him again. This time she rides him more wildly, and she mashes her lips on his, reveling in his large hands on her, caressing her back and shoulders. Her chest rubs against him, and he hugs her closely, feeling her stiff nipples drag up and down on him as she jackhammers herself on top.

Arin feels short all of a sudden, as if every sink of her hips is sending his cock straight to her head, and she fucking loves it. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, and she's a drooling mess on his neck as she uses all her core strength, her tummy flexing and twitching as she bounces herself silly on his rod.

"Ah... ah... mmm, nngh... fuck!" The noises she makes are absolutely unbecoming of a human, but Arin's too far gone to care, slamming herself down one last time before she seizes up, her body shuddering through one of the more intense orgasms she's given herself.

"Ow, fuck..." The sting of Arin biting into his shoulder thankfully pulls him out of his pre-orgasm ascent, and Daddy Long Leg holds on to her suddenly limp form—the only muscle still working in Arin is the one that is wrapped around his shaft. The orgasm seems to squeeze both him and Arin, draining the latter of all her juices, if the sheer wetness in his lap is any indication. He stays quiet, focusing on backing himself away from the edge, as her sexy whines and random contractions around him threaten to push him too far.

"Have you forgotten yet?" she asks him, trying to be teasing, but also clearly drained, panting between each word.

"No, but I don't think I can forget you wrapped around me either." He makes to lay her down on the bed, but hurriedly she stops him.

"You haven't cum yet have you? I'm going to ride you till you cum."

"Mommy, you don't have—"

"Arin!" she reminds him.

"Arin, you don't have to."

"But I want to!" She presses her forehead against his, making herself grind down into him. "I've been using Daddy Dildo a lot, just imagining your cum in me!"

"Oh god," he remembers the custom toy he made for Mommy, and the idea of Arin using it instead puts him back on the path to climax.

"I want the real thing, and when I get off you, I want nothing to come out, it's going to stay sealed in me." He moans at the image, and his hands go to Arin's waist, helping her move sinuously on top of him. It starts off slow, her soft tired moans filling his ears, but soon Arin's flexing her walls, squeezing his shaft with every downward drop of her hips, urging him to orgasm.

"Cum for me," she whispers, almost begging him.

"Almost, I'm so close!" he moans. Arin bites his bottom lip needily before finishing him off with a cutesy whisper.

"Arin-ie wants your cum." The contrast of her cute tone and squelching squeeze of her pussy, the sheer sinfulness of everything—it sends him flying over the edge. He jams her down into his lap, and with a loud groan into her neck he explodes.

"Oh god yes..." Arin whimpers as rope after rope of thick seed is fired straight into her, splattering her walls. Layer upon layer of it coats her pussy, and unconsciously her thighs around him close tightly, as if to extract more cum from him. A primal rush overtakes her, not quite an orgasm, but almost as satisfying, and she is cooing with him, the two of them stuck together like two perilla leaves. His hands move up and down her back, caressing her, calming himself down from his peak.

"Sorry, I left a mark." Arin winces as he kisses her neck, and she realizes that he had sucked quite harshly on her skin.

"It's okay, I did it too." Her fingers run gently over his shoulder, where she had bitten down on him..

"Fair enough, fuck that was amazing." Arin kisses him again before getting off, and their eyes are glued to her pussy. As soon as she is unplugged, a flood of white leaks out of her, making a mess of the bed. Arin rolls off him, and he assumed that she was going to the bathroom to clean up, but to his surprise and utter delight, she crawls past him, further up the bed.

"Oh no, I'm leaking all of your cum, don't you want to stuff more in me?" She curls a finger at him, drawing him in. "Your turn. Arin fucked you good, now are you going to fuck Arin even better or not?"

His cock can't quite rise to the challenge yet, but his fingers can. Arin squirms and whimpers as he plunges two fingers into her creamy warmth.

"Ah... what are you doing?"

"Cleaning you out, going to give you a fresh load." Daddy Long Leg is very thorough in his "cleaning", and soon Arin washes his load out with slick of her own, her legs twisting and trapping his arm as she moans into his chest. Vaguely he recognizes the fabric Arin is ruining with her climax—it was his shirt, but he didn't care, he'd wear it out of the hotel anyways, complete with DNA evidence.

He breaks out of her quivering embrace, and with two fingers still plugged in her, he settles between her thighs, her legs dangling over his shoulders.

"Wait, oh!" Arin squeals when his teeth lightly graze her clit, the engorged bud suddenly the focus of his attention. He licks up on her clit while his finger curl upwards, right onto her sweet spot, and Arin turns her head, biting into his shirt to stifle the outright scream she almost lets out. Her senses are overloaded with pleasure, and her nostrils are filled with the scent of his shirt, of him, and it sends her spiraling into the abyss.

Her eyes rolling in her head occasionally, and with tears leaking out of them constantly, Arin's legs kick and straighten uselessly in the air as she is overstimulated to one peak after another, her thighs crushing his head. Every curl of his fingers makes her core twitch and flex, and she responds by trying to sit up, her hands pushing his face deeper between her legs. When he then licks her clit, she crashes back down on the bed with a cry, lifting her hips off the sheets to further press herself into his face.

Over and over the ecstatic cycle repeats, and when Daddy finally stops, Arin is a sweaty mess, her skin glistening from her rapturous exertions. He fares little better of course, his face covered in a sheen of her juices, not to mention red from Arin's thighs squeezing him repeatedly.

Yet still she manages to surprise him again. Weakly she flips over on her front, and with her face still buried in his shirt she slowly gets on her knees, lifting her gorgeous ass to a fuckable height.

"Come on Daddy, time for you to finally fuck me."

Daddy Long Leg couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to wait any longer, and so with the slightest of pauses to savor the heat of her pussy on his tip, he leans over Arin and plunges into her.

"Fuck yes!"

Arin almost throws her hips forward to get away from him, the sudden stretch making her dizzy, but she stills herself, not shying away from how damn full he makes her feel. She delights at his harsh pants in her ear, happy at the effect she has on him. He growls in her ear, and part of her knows she'll regret it the next day—no, week, but right now, she looks forward to it.

"I'm going to fuck you until your pussy forgets what it's like to not be stuffed."

"Say my, nnngh!" He gives her one test thrust. "Say my name!"

"Arin!" He grits his teeth, admitting to his desires once more—not Mommy, but Arin. She turns to face him, sloppily plunging her tongue between his lips.

"Say you'll fuck me!"

"I'm going to fuck you Arin!" he moans as he starts moving, starting with steady thrusts. As he thrusts he follows the curve of Arin's delectable back, kissing up and down her spine as best he could.

"Mmm! Oh god, tell me how you're going to fuck me!"

"I'm going to rail you into tomorrow Arin, you'll be dripping my cum for days!"

"Yes, do whatever you want!" He pins her upper body to the bed, smearing her makeup all over his shirt, and Arin screams into it as he ups the pace, using gravity to drive his cock straight through her. Every pound of his cock into Arin seems to create a new g-spot in her, and she cries out loudly as every slam feels better than the last.

Each touch of his hands on her seems to land on an erogenous zone, and his sweat and scent drives her mad with lust. He makes good on her ask, ravaging her, ruining her and her pussy for anyone else—again and again he plunges his shaft past her pussy lips, so much so that they are red and sore and loose, as if they would be permanently gaped by his cock.

Arin doesn't care, she's reduced to groans and shouts, animalistic in her cries for more. She pushes back against him, and each thrust drives ever deeper into her. It only eggs him to go faster, and soon Arin can only keep her ass aloft, unable to keep up with his frantic rhythm, highlighted by loud claps of flesh.

"Fuck Arin!" There's no point calling out his climax, no need for Arin to tell him where to cum—he is going to finish in her. So with a simple shout he pushes his hips down on Arin and fills her up. Gravity sends his seed straight into her womb, and Arin whimpers at the burst of warmth. Daddy Long Leg goes limp, and Arin's strength similarly gives out, the two of the collapsing on the bed. His heartbeat hammers into her back, throbbing like his cock inside her a few moments ago.

Just the thought makes her want it again.

"M-More..." Arin mumbles mindlessly, and with renewed bestial strength he hooks his arms under her shoulders, pulling his mate off the bed and sitting back on his heels. She settles in his lap, and though he slips out of her, neither of them cared—he would be back in her whenever he was ready.

Supporting her tired body, his hands roam her trembling figure, kneading her breast, skimming over her tummy. Her hand reaches for his chin, and he grabs her jaw in return, turning her to face him. Her tongue licks his lips, but instead of kissing him, she breaks away, leaning further back into his shoulder.

"More, I want more..." she sighs, reaching backwards to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Okay." He wasn't fully hard yet, but that was fine. With an "oof" they land back on the bed, and he admires Arin's prone body once more, his hands automatically going to her perky cheeks. Arin's mind is still blank from pleasure—all she thinks about is giving him what he wants, since that gives her more pleasure.

"Take my ass, if you want it..." His hands pause on her butt, and Arin wriggles her hips, begging him to keep going with his hands. His weight descends on her, his body flush against hers. She can feel his full erection now.

"What did you say?"

"If you like Arin's ass so much, fuck it, cum in it, make me feel good!" He's amazed by her dedication to the roleplay, but more than anything, he can't get enough of her, getting everything he wants from her, and giving her everything she wants. He pushes into her pussy again, giving her a few thrusts to lubricate himself thoroughly. Once he's in though, he didn't feel like pulling out. He withdraws almost completely, until his tip is at her entrance.

"Wha— Ooh!" Arin yelps as he pushes back into her unexpectedly, his tip rubbing right across her spot.

"Sorry, maybe next time, I like your ass, but I love your pussy."

"If you say so, I don't mind." Arin turns around and pulls him back down, not minding his weight on her. "Finger my ass, lick it, I don't care, but Daddy's cock belongs in my pussy."

"Yes it does." He buries his length fully in her, and for a while he just lays on top of her, kissing the back of her sweaty neck.

"Are you going to move?"

"Later, my little Arin feels good as a cockwarmer too."

"Yeah? I'll come by every night, keep you and your cock warm and hard, ready for fucking whenever you want it."

"And whenever you want it."

"Right, I'll ride you whenever I want, and you can plow me whenever, and—oh fuck!" He takes her by surprise, his one pump taking her breath away. "Yes just like that, keep going!"

The passionate dirty talk suddenly turns wild as he pins Arin to the bed prone. The bed becomes a third participant, noisily creaking as it pushes against his thrusts—it allows Daddy Long Leg to almost bounce in and out of Arin, spearing her silky walls open with grunts and moans. Arin is forced to take ownership of his shirt, biting, tearing, and ripping into it. He yanks on her hair, ravishing her as she screams out her pleasure.

"Oh yes, right there, oppa do me everyday, I want this all the time—mmph!" He tears the mask off her and captures her lips in a feral kiss, licking all over her face. It didn't matter who she really was, how she really looked, who she roleplayed as, he wanted her, everything else be damned.

Arin doesn't even notice the mask coming off, she's too engrossed in the pleasure, in the kiss. She's running out of oxygen, unable to even pant fast enough to keep up. His hand around her neck, supposedly to tilt her head up to him, unconsciously tenses and closes around her throat as he nears his own orgasm. Arin tightens and contracts around him as her vision gets a little blurred, either from lack of oxygen, or from the tears of pleasure spilling from her eyes.

Oh fuck—

Oh god—

Their thoughts simultaneously end as they crash into the bed, bodies convulsing together in silent yet deafening climax. They lose all track of sense and time, tiredly humping each other as nature intended. They croon their necks to the ceiling, groaning satisfyingly as he pushes her hips down into the bed, dumping everything into her and filling her to the brim. When they both recover, the first thing they feel is euphoria, hands wandering on bodies with loving, lustful touches; and then reality hits—stickiness all over, but they were too sore to care.

Daddy Long Leg is utterly drained, and in his place Arin almost feels bloated, as if he had just plugged her up with thick seed. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, and when his weight on top of her suddenly traps her hand against her belly, Arin whimpers, feeling herself essentially spurt his load from between her legs—just how much did he cum in her?

Blindly his hand wanders over Arin's head, finding her face, and too tired to even open his eyes, he leans in to kiss her.

"You're amazing, fuck I love you." Arin's too tired to think, and in the moment she answers honestly.

"Love you too oppa."

Daddy Long Leg opens his eyes the next morning to the annoying ring of the room phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi sir, we note that you missed your checkout time, and we received several noise complaints yesterday, and you did not answer the door—"

"Yeah yeah whatever, put it on my bill." He hangs up. But through the connected toilet he could hear the phone ringing from Mommy Red Cheeks' room too. Too sore to sit up, he lays back down on the bed as he tries to shake her awake.

"Hey, they're calling you in your room, you should go pick it up. We overstayed, I'll cover the bill."

"Hm? Oh, it stopped." True to her words the ringing has thankfully died down.

"Mm, good." He sleepily turns to face her, draping his arm across her. Through half-open eyes he suddenly realizes that Mommy Red Cheeks is not wearing a mask, and to his great shock he recognizes who she is.

"What?! Arin?" No no no, fuck no, no fucking way!

"What did you say? How did you—" Arin reaches up to her face, and she yelps too when she realizes she's not wearing a mask, her hands immediately covering her face. Still, there's no covering up what had just happened.

"No no no, fuck!" Arin dashes through their connected bathroom, and the door slams shut on the other side. Hurriedly he throws off the covers, running towards her before thinking better of it and stopping to put on some clothes first.

"Hey, let's talk! I'm sorry I took off your mask, it happened in the heat of the moment, I wasn't thinking," he calls out, knocking on the door. No response, and light sniffles. "Look, Arin—I mean, Mommy, no, I mean—whatever! You have my word, I won't go to the media, and I won't do anything you don't want me to. If you never want to meet me again, that's fine. Even if you never want to see me again I won't go to the media, what you do is your business."

More silence, guess that's that.

"I—I enjoyed our time together, but it was good, in a way, to finally meet the person behind the mask. If you're curious too, I'll be in my room, packing up. I'll check out, and I’ll cover your bill too. It was, umm, nice knowing you."

With no further response, he sighs and goes back to his room to clean up and pack. Everything goes into his suitcase, everything except Arin's blouse, tossed away thoughtlessly a few hours ago. It made a lot more sense now, how she was so good at mimicking the performance, and how into the roleplay she was. He shrugs and folds it up neatly—maybe he'll leave it at her door.

While he is engrossed in his thoughts, there is a knock coming from the front door of his room. Why are they so impatient?

"I'm checking out right—" he stops in his tracks when he realizes it isn't housekeeping in front of him, but Arin, Mommy Red Cheeks.

"Can I come in?"

"Um yes, of course." She sits down on the side of the bed, the bed where she screamed in pure pleasure just hours ago. It is similar to many other beds, on which they have done many unspeakable things to one another before today. Yet now everything has changed.

"It is nice to meet you finally," she mumbles quietly, blushing ruby red.

"You too... you're very pretty! Oh, umm, your blouse," he finishes lamely, handing her the folded top.

"Oh, thank you. Sorry about your shirt, I think."

"It's okay, I'll get a new one."

The silence that descends on the room is just as deafening as their combined orgasm earlier. The smell of sex still reeks in the air.

"What will you do now?" Arin asks.

"About?"

"About me."

"Nothing? There's nothing to 'do'. Like I said I'm keeping my mouth shut."

"You're not disappointed?"

"About what?"

"About your favorite idol doing, you know, stuff like this?"

"No I mean, it's hot, but not something I've thought of exactly. Not that I ever fantasized about you, of course."

"Before last night?" she teases him, chuckling softly.

"Right, and that's mostly your fault," he fires back.

"Fair enough, I should take responsibility then, hm?" Arin mulls thoughtfully.

"What?"

"I guess we need to continue doing this, now that you've started fantasizing about me."

He can hardly believe his ears.

"You want to continue doing this? With me?"

"I mean, you're cute enough under the mask, and we are... compatible." Arin blushes as she says that last word, but she powers through her shyness. "Plus it'd be good to not have to wear the masks, they get kinda uncomfortable after a while."

That he could agree with, the sweat and scratchiness of the mask became irritating after some of their more intense sessions, but still, he had to ask.

"You're sure about this? I'm not going to do anything even if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this." Arin shushes him, going up to him and pecking him on the lips, chastely.

"I want to do this too, where else am I going to find another ‘penpal’?"

"Right, that's more than fine with me."

"Great, I'll see you next time then!"

The two of them enter the elevator, putting on the regular surgical masks as required by the authorities. Checkout was a swift affair, albeit with some blushing on both their parts—their necks were lined with love bites from each other, of many shapes and sizes. The clerk hems and haws, delicately trying to broach the issue of noise complaints and the very late checkout.

"I apologize, and I'll pay the bill for the extra night, and any penalty fees incurred for either room in full." Daddy Long Leg nips the issue in the bud, and with a polite but red-faced bow the two of them thank the clerk for their discretion.

At the exit, they turn to the other to say good bye, but words fail them, an awkward dance taking place as they shuffle their feet.

"So umm, see you next—" Arin begins.

"Do you want to go on a date?" The words spill out of him, following his heart.

"What?"

"I know you're an idol, but maybe we can do it in secret? We've done everything couples do, probably more than what most couples do, and we even said 'I love you' already," he mutters, and Arin heats up under her mask, both in embarrassment and no small amount of joy.

"Um sure, I would like that."

"Great, I have your number already, I'll text you, maybe sometime next week?" She nods, and as he almost skips away in happiness Arin grabs his wrist, pulling him back.

"Wait! Give me your phone." Puzzled, he obediently hands her his phone.

"My name is Choi Yewon," she says, handing it back to him—where it once said "Mommy Red Cheeks", the contact now read "Choi Yewon". She pushes her phone into his palm.

"What's your name?"

A/N: As you can see, this took forever to piece together, it still references a comeback :P but I made good use of their fanmeeting outfits, that was so hot. It’s almost a cliche now, but I managed to fluff it up at the end heh. The idea of Arin roleplaying as “Arin” was too hot, but it just took a while to flesh everything out, so hope it works out and isn’t too confusing between the Mommy and the Arin. Thanks for reading!

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Happy Together Part 2

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be NSFW. Summary: Time for Wrecker's Date! Word Count: 2501 Note: So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. See notes on my master page or part 1 of this fic.

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“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Crosshair said, annoyed at Wrecker’s pacing. “He actually can not, he possibly could wear a hole in the covering, or the pad beneath, but the durasteel beneath would take approximately …”Tech began. “No one asked, Tech,” Wrecker snapped. “Who broke Wrecker?” Fives poked his head into the room before entering with Echo and Hardcase behind him. “He’s anxious about his imminent …”Tech began again. “It’s a date,” Crosshair said,”why can’t you say Wrecker’s date,” “It’s important to be precise,” Tech held his finger up, “he is anxious about meeting his intended partner, not about the actual event. Moreover, I …” “I think I’m going to be sick,” Wrecker moaned. “Statistically improbable, you have vomited exactly two times after you passed infancy. Both involved viruses contracted on other planets. As we have not been off planet in two standard months, I highly doubt that is the case,” Tech pointed out. “I think I’m going to be sick after that,” Hardcase said, staring at Tech. “We are here as moral support,” Fives announced. “Oh, goodie,” Crosshair drawled from his bunk, “I’m going to the range before this becomes much more… supportive” with a nod to Wrecker, he left the room. “Heard you were nervous,”Echo said. “Thought we should come and support our vod’ika” “You have nothing to worry about!” Fives chimed in. “What if she doesn’t like me?” Wrecker asked, still pacing. “Why wouldn’t someone like you, Wrecker?” Hardcase asked. “You’re fun!” “And they are very good at what they do,” Echo said. “They are quite thorough in their questions,” Tech added,”and their success rate is interestingly high,” “If they can find someone for Hardcase, fairly sure they can for anyone,”Fives pointed out. Hardcase shrugged, unconcerned. “What if I kark it up and say something stupid?” Wrecker asked. “I mean… Fives…”Hardcase began. “Don’t start that,” Fives interrupted. “Wait, you guys aren’t…” Wrecker said. “No, Rex got Fox to make sure our patrol got changed to the same time. Something about being tired of our ‘shenanigans’” Fives said, and indeed all three were in their full kit as opposed to just pieces as they did waiting around on call.

“I'm supposed to report back to Rex with any funny business,” Hardcase said, clearly happy at being a current favorite. “Anyways, you got this. But they match based on you, don't try to do anything unnatural to try and impress,”

“Hardcase, giving good advice?” Fives asked. “What did you do with the real Hardcase?”

Wrecker threw his arm around Hardcase, “Awe, leave him alone.”

“Wrecker, if you want to arrive on time you should leave,” Tech said, engrossed in his datapad.

“Oh, see you guys later,” Wrecker said, immediately heading for the door.

“I'll walk you to the lift, vod,” Hardcase said, going along with him.

Once the door closed behind them, Echo looked over at Tech. “Mission status?”

“The test run is going smoothly as of the moment. I will update you as the night progresses,” Tech answered. “There may be some adjustments that will need made for the intended target. I am making note of them,”

he massive series of squares spread out beyond full of light, music, the scents of hundreds of different types of food, and laughter.

You sat on the bench that had been pointed out for you to meet him at, fidgeting the hem of your floral dress. Was it even the right thing to wear?

You kept fighting the long list of things that you could do wrong your thoughts as you watched the crowd. Reminding yourself if something as little as a nervous mistake now could put him off, this wouldn't work out in the long run anyways.

Just on time you saw him walking down the street towards where you were. He was smiling and greeting those he passed while scanning the people on the street looking for you.

Without thinking you were on your feet walking towards him. He was easily the largest human you had ever seen, which should have made him intimidating. Instead he seemed welcoming.

“There you are! Hello!” Wrecker called out, his smile brightening, as soon as he spotted you. You smiled and gave a little wave in return.

“Wow, you are pretty,” he said when you were closer.

Blushing you look down, “Thank you,”

“Uh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm a little nervous,”

You nod and answer, “So am I,”

Wrecker's smile returned, he held out a hand, “Maybe it won't be so bad if we are nervous together?”

You couldn't help but giggle as you took his hand, “Sounds like a good plan,”

“Great!” he answered, “How about we go see what's going on, it sounds like fun.”

“It smells delicious,too,” you answer.

“It sure does,” he agrees, as you two head for the festival lights.

Being on the taller end of average, you didn’t have the tendency to feel absolutely tiny before. But you did now. At the same time he had quickly put you at ease. You were as comfortable in his presence as if you had known him for a long time.

“Have you come to this festival before?” You ask him.

“No, didn’t have much time before” he answered. “But it sounds interesting. Like some of the Best parts of visiting a planet. Have you?”

“Every year, as many times as I can,” you answer. “Since it’s your first time, you pick what we try first”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded, “Your first time, what do you want to try first?”

Flames erupted from a grilling pit nearby, catching Wrecker’s attention.

“How about that?” He gestured in the direction of the flames.

“They weren’t here last year,” you tell him, “let’s go see!” You pull his hand a bit and he follows you over to the booth.

“Ronto Wraps, Batuu” he read. “Outer Rim?”

“You would know better than me, I’ve never been off planet,” you tell him.

“Never off planet?” He asked, surprised “we’ll have to fix that”

“That would be fun,” you smile up at him. Then to the man running the booth, “one please!”

Faster than you, Wrecker dropped the credits in the man’s hand.

“I picked, I pay,” he said before you could complain.

“Okay, next time I pick, I pay,” you respond.

“Maybe,” he grinned, but he was watching intently as they assembled the food.

Deciding to drop the subject for the moment, you take the container handed to you and he thanked the man.

Wrecker found an empty bench for you to share while you tried the food.

He looked disconcerted when you only cut a third of the wrap off for yourself.

Before he could ask you say, “if I eat much more than this, I won’t make it more than a few things. I’d like to try a bunch tonight, that’s why it’s always better to do this with someone else.”

“I have some brothers who would really love this” Wrecker agreed.

After you tasted the savory wrap you told him, “good choice! This is really good!”

“It is!” He said,”I didn’t even know food could taste different ways until we left Kamino. It was okay, just not much variety,”

“Do you like to cook?” You ask him.

“Don’t know how,” he answered. “Thought about taking classes, but haven’t done it yet,”

“I could show you, if you would like,” you offer.

“Really?” He asks, very excited.

“I’m a bit better at baking, but yeah, I could,” you smile up at his excitement. “It could be fun,”

Next you picked a drink, Dorian Passion Fruit Ice, and paid for both before Wrecker could pull the credits from his

pocket.

So he led you to the next booth where there were several Wookiees. You almost spilled your drink when he greeted them, briefly wondering if he was just making an approximation of their language. But when the Wookiees responded enthusiastically, you changed your mind.

Wrecker shook his head, responding, but made a gesture to mean a little.

A further exchange and he had a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs in hand.

“Might want to grab some napkins, sweetheart,” he said, cheerfully “these can get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get any on your pretty dress,”

You grabbed a handful and followed him to a tiny table. “What was that?” You ask.

Wrecker laughed, “I can only manage a few words. It’s kinda hard, and I can’t do it too much. But I understand almost all of it. We spent some time on Kashyyyk working with the Wookiees. They are great people, also really good food,” he motioned to the plate.

Next the two of you headed towards some music, while you asked him more about Kashyyyk.

When you stopped to watch a performance of dancers from Duvun he put his arm around you and you lean into him, wondering where your anxiety has gone.

When the performance ends he looks down at you and asks, “Where to next?”

You honestly wanted to say nowhere, not wanting to move from your new found favorite spot. But, restraining yourself from jumping in too fast, you scan the booths nearby.

You see a booth of bantha burgers with interesting buns that you would like to try, but also a nearby booth of flowers.

“I was thinking the bantha burger, but do you mind if we look at the flowers first?” You ask, still leaning into him.

Wrecker squeezed you a bit closer and said,”of course not, let’s go!”

He kept his arm around you as you headed towards the booth that was overflowing with flowers.

You were admiring the blooms when he said quietly, “I’ll be right back,” with a light squeeze to your shoulder.

Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t hang around for something you were interested in, you got into a conversation with one of the owners about the varieties they carried and about the smaller potted plants they had.

Just as you had gotten the location of their permanent shop so you could get some of the potted plants without carrying them around on your date, Wrecker reappeared. He was holding a crown of flowers that matched your dress and grinning.

“For you, sweetheart,” he said, setting it on your head.

Struck speechless for a minute, you pull on his shoulder enough that he gets the idea and leans down.

You kiss him, then throw your arms around him in a hug, pressing your cheek to his. “Thank you!” You finally manage to utter.

Your feet leave the floor briefly as he hugs you tightly in return. “Will I get hugs and kisses every time I get you

flowers?” He laughed.

You kiss his cheek and answer “yes, absolutely,”

He sets you back on your feet and gives you a gentle kiss before turning his attention to the man you had been speaking to.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

“It was my pleasure, trooper” the man grinned, as you realized he had been keeping you distracted.

Wrecker smiled back, wrapping his arm around you once again leading you towards the bantha burger booth.

Your questions about the ingredients of the roll the burger was on when purchasing inspired Wrecker to ask you more about your profession.

“My grandmother taught my cousin and I to bake when we were so small I can’t remember the first time,” you explained. “She left the two of us the bakery,”

You didn’t know whether it was him trying to keep the conversation positive, or because he didn’t relate to things like parents, but he didn’t ask about yours yet. Which you were grateful for.

“We have a few friends that work with us,” you add, “but we are one of the rare bakeries that doesn’t have droids.”

“No droids?” He asked, “why?”

“I suppose now it’s novelty for most customers,” you answer. “But I guess tradition for my family? Our main recipes are ones that have been handed down generations from before our family came to Coruscant,”

“Would you show me some of those too?” He asked.

“Of course!” You smile up at him.

You two continue through the festival, trying foods, watching performances, looking at art displays, craft booths, talking about your families and friends.

His laugh was contagious and he kept you as close as possible. Now, less tentative about putting his arm around you, hugging you randomly and giving you gentle kisses.

When the festival was ending for the night you brought him to the best overlook you had found for watching the firework display over the skyline.

“Bet you have made prettier ones,” you say as together you head for the hover tram that will bring you back to your neighborhood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “Bigger, for sure! Haven’t

synchronized them to music yet. Hardcase and I have been working on a project like that. But it’s taking forever because Rex insists that someone be there to supervise us. Something about blowing up the building, but both of us know how much of what to use,”

You giggle, judging by his fairly carefree attitude and his description of one of his closest friends their elder brother was probably concerned they’d toe the line for a bigger boom. Also, he sounded protective.

Wrecker went on to describe different effects they were trying to accomplish, making it fairly easy to follow along. But it was clear that it was just surface level of the vast amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

As you neared your home you felt conflicted. You absolutely did not want him to let go of you, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so comfortable without even the background hum of anxiety. At the same time you didn't know if you were becoming attached too quickly.

It was terribly late, but you had the day off tomorrow. You also had a batch of cookies you had anxiety baked before leaving for the festival.

Wrecker noticed you being quieter. ”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, “Tired?”

“I'm good, great actually,” you tell him. “I was just thinking,”

“What about?” he asked.

You took a deep breath, looking at the ground, and unfortunately rambled, “I know we just ate all of that food at the festival and it's really late and I don't know what you have to do tomorrow, but I baked some cookies this afternoon, I thought maybe you would like to come in for some...”

Wrecker stopped walking and tilted your head up with a slight stroke of his finger under your chin. With a laugh, quieter than before, he told you, “Sweetheart, I'm never going to say no to cookies.”

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