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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Six: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, NONCON (somno), mask kink (Ghostface), sex toys, knife, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, forced oral, forced orgasm, drugging [Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is such a good 👻 even without all the stabbing. He’s getting cocky with us. Some bitch tries to flirt.[diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 12th

I feel alittle bit bad… but not really, for lying to you. I don’t actually have work tonight. It just seemed like the most logical thing to say you know? So… apologies baby, that wasn’t very nice of me.

To make up for the lie I was about to tell you, I slipped a pair of your panties from your laundry basket, you were awfully dazed after I used that little line I stole from one of your books. It was really, really cute how you fawned like that. Those big beautiful doe eyes looking up at me like I’d just told you that you won the lottery.

I guess you kind of did, or at least my version of it. I had a lot planned for you tonight and tomorrow night. You’re getting your reward and then some.

So with your pretty little lacy panties in my pocket I went upstairs and immediately got to work. Now, I know this probably sounds just a smidgen gross but I promise I’ve tried it out on some of my own clothes until I got it right. You won’t even notice.

It’ll be just like your pillow okay? That small, harmless piece of me helps you sleep at night and, well, I want you to feel that secure all the time. No matter where you are. I want you to have a piece of me.

So, you know that strange little extra bit of fabric in the crotch of all your panties? That no one really knows the purpose of? Well I’ve discovered the perfect purpose.

With a small flat paint brush I’m going to dot my cum along the seam on the inside of that pocket.

Like I said, I’ve tried it out. You won’t even notice, it won’t get all crusty and gross like you might think okay? It’ll only be alittle teeny, tiny, bit of it.

So, I’ve tested it on my things, but not yours. I didn’t want to test it on the dirty pairs I’d borrowed from you because well… those are mine and they won’t be going back into your drawer. Ever.

That’s why I snatched up this pair. To test it on the real thing. And when I tell you this is the best idea I’ve had in a while I mean it. It’s perfect. I’ve already got everything set up.

Those dirty panties are really gonna help me out while I pump my cum out into your favorite new coffee mug.

The second you leave for work I’m headed over there to carefully apply my love to every pair of undies you’ve got. I just know how much you enjoy it, I mean you only ever use the pillow I keep fucking, so I’m doing something right… right?

You little freak. Needing my cum in your panties so you can feel safe and comfy even without me there to hold your hand. We’re not quite there yet and that’s okay, because we have these subtle ways of loving each other don’t we?

Date: July 12th

If the little bell above the door chimes *one more time* and it’s not Anakin, you might scream. It’s 7:20, doesn’t he have to clock-in at 8:00ish? What if he didn’t actually mean it? Was he just being nice? Have you read this situation completely wrong? Have you-

**ting-ting-ting**

You could’ve gotten whiplash from the speed at which you swiveled your head toward the entryway. A flood of relief rushed over you when you saw the familiar bright face that belonged to your dreamy eyed neighbor.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said, his voice low and smooth. He didn’t hide the way he drank in your appearance, or at least what was visible behind the counter.

“Anakin!” You squeaked, blush dusting across the bridge of your nose.

“What’s a guy gotta do for a slice of butterscotch pie?” He crooned, hopping up on the red and chrome barstool nearest to you.

“Say please.” You smirked.

“Please princess, may I have a slice of pie?” He grinned.

You produced a pre-cut slice in a small to-go container from the icebox behind the counter. Sliding it across the counter to him with a fork laid across the top, you missed the small frown on his lips when you were startled by the bell again.

“Sorry. I’ll be right back.” You said hurriedly.

You rushed to the booth where an older man, one of your regulars, slid into place. He always ordered the same thing. Coffee and the daily special, so you were back in front of Anakin in no time at all.

“Hi.” You smiled, letting out a rushed breath.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said, his eyes soft and warm. “Tryin’ to get rid of me already?” He teased, tapping the to-go box with the fork.

“What? N-no of you course not.” You shook your head vehemently. “No, I just wasn’t sure if you were coming and I thought-“

“Wait,” he stopped you, plucking the pen that was still tightly gripped in your palm and replacing it with his fingers. “You thought I wasn’t coming?” He asked.

He looked hurt, deeply hurt, at the notion that you would think he would miss a single second of being in your presence. His hand cradled yours in the way that gentleman in movies held the hands of women they fancied, right before they bring their knuckles to their lips for a kiss.

“Well, it’s just- it was later than I thought.” You said anxiously, feeling silly that you’d doubted him, beginning to quickly over explain yourself. “I just know you’ve gotta be at work at 8:00 or something and I was worried you were running late and wouldn’t make it and I was gonna take it home to give you tomorrow or…”

You stopped, seeing a big grin gracing his pretty face.

“Shh, s’alright darlin’.” He chuckled, “take a breath.”

You blushed, how does he always make you so flustered? He must think you need coddling. Maybe that’s why he’s so sweet to you. He’s seen how utterly hopeless you are and he just feels the need to coddle you.

“Sorry.” You said quietly.

“Baby, look up here.” He commanded in a gentle but firm voice, snapping his fingers twice and you immediately met his gaze. “Atta girl.”

“Now listen to me.” He said softly. “Don’t you ever doubt that I will show up for you. Okay? I’m a man of my word, always.”

“Okay.” You nodded, your head practically empty as a dizzy feeling wracked your brain.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now. Tell me how you know what time I go to work.” He smirked.

“What?” You squeaked, not even realizing you’d said that aloud. “Oh my god I’m sorry, I just… just a lucky guess- I mean I see you leave pretty often around that time so I just assumed…”

“Pretty girl, you’ve been creepin’ on me haven’t you?” He teased, his smile only growing as he watched your face pale and reheat within seconds.

“No! No, god no Anakin!” You squealed grabbing both his hands. “Jesus, you must think I’m crazy. It’s- I sit next to my window to read around that time and I’ve just noticed you walk past.”

“Well I’ll make sure I start waving in your direction okay, princess?” He chirped, his face seemed to boast that he was absolutely giddy at this new information.

“I promise I haven’t been- god that sounded so weird I’m sorry.” You whispered, utterly embarrassed by your own admission. He’d never speak to you again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He chuckled, squeezing both your hands. “I’m just teasing sweetheart. You know that don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.” You nodded, internally trying not to scream at yourself.

“Sorry.” You whispered, pulling your hands away because your palms started to feel clammy.

“Shh. Don’t worry about it.” He said softly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just thought it was cute that’s all.” He smiled.

“Cute?” You repeated, your face reddened to the point that you began to feel hives sneaking up your neck.

He shrugged in response, lifting both hands up as well. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned over the counter and snatched your order pad from your apron pocket.

“There’s a table in the corner that’s been glaring at you for the past minute and a half.” He tilted his head in their direction. “Go take a minute for yourself. I’ll get it.”

“Wait but you-“

“I’ll get it.” He interrupted.

“Anakin-“

“What did I just say?” He said sternly.

“You’ll get it.” You responded quietly, eyes wide at his response… and the swirling storm of heat that pooled in your lower stomach.

“Good girl. Go.” He gestured dismissing you with a wave of his hand before turning on his heel.

Diary Entry: July 12th

Oh my sweet, sweet little girl.

I just love you so much I want to scoop you up and tuck you in my pocket.

You’ve been watching me. You little sneak. I purposefully don’t look up at your window when I leave and come home from work. I know you’re sitting there, I just didn’t know you were aware of me walking past. I don’t like to look up there because, well, I’m me. I’d get distracted. Horribly distracted and terribly late to work.

That’s why my head is always down, eyes scorching holes into my phone screen as I watch you, watching me.

You are so much like me. So much.

You’re just perfect for me princess. I’ve never found someone or even dreamed of finding someone who could appreciate me like I would appreciate them. That must be why it took me so long to find you, good things come to those who wait.

Waiting for you has become one of my favorite things.

I waited and waited and waited. I researched, gathered and collected, stored, filed and tucked away every minuscule detail of your life I could get my hands on. All before I let myself step foot in your apartment.

Then I waited some more. Waited until I could move in next door. Waited until I could finally let you see me.

Now I needed to wait for tomorrow.

For you to get your little drink and watch me like I watched you at the diner. Then when you get home, you’ll crawl in bed. All snuggled up in your comfy new sheets.

And it’ll be your turn to wait.

Ps. Did you know that Amazon sells pill moulds? I forgot to mention it earlier. Your SleepyTime tea won’t be enough, for this visit. I’m really lucky they have one that looks almost identical to Tylenol. I’m also really lucky that you’re oblivious enough not to question how ‘your’ bottle of Tylenol got placed conveniently next to your birth control to encourage you to take it.

I’ll make the quick switch and I’ll change them back asap.

Don’t worry, I’m not mixing drugs that shouldn’t be mixed. It’s perfectly safe to take your SleepyTime Trazodone Tea and Estazolam. I would never put you in danger. I even accounted for the fact that you always take two.

It’s real handy that I’ll have a whole bottle of ‘Tylenol’ just in case I need to pull out this trick again.

Date: July 12th

The moment you got home you practically sprinted to the shower. Not because you felt icky from work. Not because it was hair wash day. Not because you just needed to get clean.

You needed a good cold shock to your system.

The icy water pelted you like hail. If it weren’t for the chattering of your teeth and the blood rushing to your ears you swear you’d be able to hear the water sizzle and evaporate against your scorching hot skin.

Anakin had ruined you. Absolutely ruined you.

You hardly know him. How can he make you feel like this and you’ve only spoken to him for maybe an hour in total. That’s insane. You’ve interacted with him for maybe an hour or two if you take into account the times you’ve passed each other in the hall and said hello.

It’s like he knows you down to your very soul.

He acts like he was put on earth to serve you; like it’s his only reason for existing. If you were told that every thing he does, he does for you… you’d believe it wholeheartedly.

He speaks to you like he needs you to hear every syllable and know deep in your heart that he is very fucking serious about everything he says. His voice is tailored to fit your needs perfectly. He can be soft spoken and comforting. Kind and understanding. He can be firm and unwavering, serious, stern.

His voice can also be deep, rough, gravely. It can grip your attention and hold you under his thumb in a way that no man has ever done before. It’s sinful really.

He touches you like you are a precious, fragile relic meant to be coveted and kept safe. Handles you like the finest silk, like he knows each and every thread you’re woven with. Those hands, they feel so familiar.

‘He’s loved me in a past life.’ You thought to yourself. ‘That’s the only explanation.’

How else could your body light up in recognition at the firm but gentle caress of his guitar-calloused fingertips along your arms?

He looks at you and sees you.

He sees what you’ve kept locked away from everyone, maybe even the things you yourself can’t see.

You let yourself ponder over the very real possibility that you’ve gone insane. This is crazy. You’re acting like you’ve lost your last marble and you can’t catch it before it rolls under the fridge to be lost forever.

What if it’s all in your head?

What if none of these feelings are reciprocated and you’ve imagined it all? Could you really be that daft?

You shook your head and turned the shower off, stepping out and wrapping yourself in a big fluffy robe. Letting yourself drip-dry in front of the mirror while you desperately try to warm yourself back up. All the while still being painfully aware of the ache between your legs that never fully goes away. Not since the first time you felt it in his presence.

It wanes when you’re away from him. It barely dwindles to a quiet lull when you try to fix it yourself. It’s become an itch that you simply cannot scratch. It’s an incessant nagging reminder that Anakin is slowly consuming you and that he’s completely unaware of it.

It’s gotten to the point that sometimes when you wake up in the morning, it feels like you’ve been toyed with. You’ll wake up with panties soaked with arousal, so much so that the fabric sticks to you. Your nipples feel sensitive and raw. You swear you can feel the ghost of warm hands much larger than your own exploring your flesh.

You’ve come to the conclusion that your body is begging for you to give it what it needs.

You’ve all but given up on masturbation. You’re certain that nothing, not even the most luxe toy on the market could give you what Anakin could.

His cock is the only thing that can sate that horrible tug of desperate hunger you feel in your core.

Until you can have him it seems that you’ll be going to bed hungry and waking up starving.

Diary Entry: July 13th

I should win an award. I have worked so fucking hard on self control and god damn you tested me last night.

I was gnawing off my own fingers trying to quiet myself enough to hear your soft desperate pleas for release. You poor thing, if it hurts me so badly to wait that long to cum… I can only imagine what it feels like for you.

Almost an hour of it.

I could hear it baby. How wet you were for me, the sound your delicate little fingers made when you slid them down beneath your panties and as deeply into your needy little hole as you could.

It just wasn’t deep enough was it, princess?

Twice tonight you’ve tried and failed to give yourself an ounce of relief. If anything you’ve made it worse.

I walked home from ‘work’ (aka the 7/11 because I needed a snack and for you to see me now that I knew you were watching) and listened to your first try, I promise I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy like that. That’s the whole reason there’s no visual to the camera installed in your room. Audio only.

Audio that I always make a point to survey, along with footage from the other cameras, on my way home from work. Gotta keep updated you know? See what I’ve missed.

Anyway, that time you gave up relatively quickly. Must’ve decided to wait for me to get back huh? I saw you. Sitting in the window, watching me watch you through the screen.

Funny that a few minutes after I’d locked my front door I got the notification that your bedroom door had been shut. And I suppose it could’ve been a coincidence that when I pulled up the live audio I just so happened to catch the rustling of your sheets and the soft sigh escaping your lips as you starting in on your second attempt to pleasure yourself.

Of course I couldn’t let you do it alone. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t join my little princess in the bedroom any chance I got?

The pitiful noises you made broke my heart.

You tried so hard didn’t you sweetheart? All that work and you didn’t even cum. It made me hurt for you. I felt ashamed that I finished and you didn’t.

I provided solid, albeit silent and unseen, support while you worked. I wanted nothing more than to burst through your door and help you. To let you take what you needed from me.

I could be your toy. I’d be still, I’d be good. I’d let you use me until you’ve gotten your fill.

You deserve it after all the selfish teasing.

I’m sorry that you’ve been left so needy.

I’m not sorry that I did it though. How could I be sorry for the way I can make you squirm even in your sleep?

Remember what I said about killing two birds with one stone? Well, let’s make that a quad-kill okay doll?

Date: July 13th

You were giddy with excitement, you woke up in the best mood. You flitted to the kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee in your brand new favorite Hello Kitty mug, then plopped onto the couch to call Luke.

“What are you doing tonight?” You asked the second you heard the call connect.

“What I don’t even get a hello? A goodmorning?” He scoffed.

“Hello, Goodmorning. What are you doing tonight?” You asked, meaning to sound sarcastic but you were too blissfully happy to sell it.

“Probably me.” You heard a gruff, sleepy voice crackle from a distance on Luke’s end of the line. Han.

“Jesus what’s wrong with you?” Luke snapped in a hushed whisper.

“What?” Han asked as though he truly didn’t understand what Luke was referring to.

“Sorry. Anyway.” Luke cleared his throat and you swear you heard Han chuckled and the rustling of sheets along with a dull thud and groan coming from Han.

“Lukey don’t kick your boyfriend.” You sighed, “now both of you shut up.”

“I need you to come to the bar with me tonight. You know for moral support.” You said, a giggle slipping through. “Anakin came to the restaurant for pie yesterday and he wants me to come get a drink at The Cerulean tonight.”

“So, he asked you out?” Luke questioned skeptically.

“Well no,” you said slowly. “Not exactly. He’s gonna be working… he just wanted me to come say hello cause he came to the restaurant…” you trailed off.

“We saw each other at the laundromat yesterday.” You started to explain. “And we realized we never told each other where we worked, and then we both realized we’d actually been to each other’s work… he even served me a drink at the bar. I finally remembered where I knew his face from! I thought he looked familiar.” You said proudly.

“So, you saw him at the laundromat. Invited him to the Bluebird for pie, he’s returning the favor by asking you to come see him at the bar?” Luke repeated.

“Yep. So you’ll come with me?” You asked, a grin spreading across your lips.

“Fuckin’…” He groaned. “Of course I’m coming with you are you stupid? You think I’m letting you go to a bar alone?”

“Oh I just love you.” You cooed, so so relieved he’d agreed.

“You better.”

🖤🖤🖤

With your hair pulled back in a loosely curled bun, you slipped into a cute little lilac slip dress that fit you just right. Some heels to match hastily strapped on you timidly walked into your living room and did a little spin for your best friend and his pet leech Han.

“How’s this?” You asked, gesturing to your outfit Vanna White style.

“Perfect.” Luke said with a grin. “Hot.”

“Really?” You asked as a small shy smile crossed your mouth.

“Have I ever lied to you?” He asked seriously.

“No.” You giggled.

“You look gorgeous. Now take me to meet this little boy-toy of yours.” He said, standing up from the couch as Han dutifully follow behind.

“He’s not little. He’s actually pretty tall.” You said nonchalantly.

“Do you have to have an answer to everything?” He scoffed.

“For you? Yes.”

🖤🖤🖤

You walked up to the bar, Han and Luke trailing closely behind you. You didn’t see Anakin. When you turned around to pout to your friends you were surprised to see Anakin standing behind you with his hands in his barkeep’s apron.

Luke watched the exchange with narrowed eyes and his lips pulled up in a “hmm” position. Like he was scrutinizing every last movement and word said. Maybe he was wrong about this guy. Maybe you were right and he really was all you’d painted him to be.

“Boo.” He grinned.

“Ani!” You said excitedly clapping, not even realizing you’d dropped a nickname for him.

But he noticed. He noticed and it almost brought him to his knees. Though instead of passing out and throwing up like he felt that he was going to, his hand came up to your bicep to glide down the back of your arm and bring your hand to his lips. Brushing those plump pink lips across your knuckles, all while deeply, intensely, staring into your eyes.

“Hey princess.” He smiled, then broke eye contact to address your friends and leave you to buffer.

Your turn to faint.

“You guys with her?” He asked politely, giving them a once over know that he was in front of them, up close.

“Mhm.” Luke answered. A polite smile on his lips as he stuck out his hand. “Yeah I’m Luke, this is Han.” He nodded toward him and Anakin introduced himself in return, shaking their hands.

“Look, I told Trev I’d be taking a little break to hang out with you all for a bit.” Anakin said, pointing at his work friend. “He’s happy to oblige until he gets sick of handling it by himself.” He grinned.

Conversation flowed between the three of them easily and you thoroughly enjoyed watching it play out. No one you’d ever crushed on had ever won Luke over, but Anakin was definitely cracking the concrete wall Luke built in his head to protect you.

You didn’t even feel the need to speak, you were comfortable and content just to listen. Anakin made you feel included even if he wasn’t speaking directly to you. Every so often he would tap his sneaker against the side of your heel, he’d be talking in depth about something with Luke or Han but staring at you like you were the only person in the room.

You wished he would grab you and pull you closer. But he was too respectful, too… traditional? Was that the right word? What else would you call someone who you’ve come to believe is practically courting you.

That’s what this is. You know it. You’ve seen it, read it, consumed it in enough forms of media to know that he is testing the waters and waiting for you to accept his offer.

This is the modern version of a promenade about the park.

The sweet words. Gentle touches. Occasional obvious flirts. Cutesy nicknames. Only meeting you in public, allowing you to oblige it on your terms. Offering his help in anyway he could. Not asking you out on a date, a proper one. He hadn’t even given you his phone number.

It all translates.

Sweet nothings whispered in the parlor. Comments that would’ve had you hiding your blush with a silk fan. Princess, Baby, Sweetheart; Precious, My Love, My Sweet. He even called you darlin’.

Courting means publicly inviting you to take his hand. Respectfully requesting you to allow him to steal away a piece of your heart. The gentlemanly way.

Offering his help with the groceries, gifting you the book. You’d accepted both and you only had one more until you’d be giving him silent permission to ask you to be his.

Yet you hadn’t even realized it until right now. Wait… did carrying your laundry count? No. Surely not. No. The others were extremely memorable. The third would be even more so, you were sure of it.

“Sweet girl.” Anakin cooed, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’ve gotta go back behind the counter. What do you want to drink? On me, alright baby?”

“Oh,” you stuck out your bottom lip slightly and quirked up the corner of your mouth in thought, “Um just surprise me.” You smiled.

“Sure thing.” He grinned, a gentle thumb graced your cheekbone before he turned on his heel and headed back where he was needed.

“I’m so sorry for doubting you.” Luke said in a low and serious tone. “Like truly I’m baffled.”

“I know.” You agreed, wide eyed at Luke’s approval.

“The woman was too stunned to speak.” Han said, trying not to smirk.

“Do not quote memes to me right now.” You giggled.

You heard the double snap of Anakin’s fingers and spun around like the obedient little thing you were. Happily taking the two small steps to lean on the bar and accept your drink from Anakin.

“Margarita?” He asked, sliding it toward you.

“Yummy.” You nodded, “thank you.” You blushed.

“Oh, ‘course.” He grinned. “Anytime doll.”

“Beer for the boys.” He said, nodding at them behind you and producing two tall foamy mugs.

“Oh thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” Han said, taking a swig.

“No big deal.” Anakin shrugged, turning back to you. “Go have fun. Find me before you leave alright?”

“Uh huh.” You giggled, “I will.”

“I know.” He patted the counter near your hand and winked before turning to take someone else’s order.

“Oh you’ve got it bad.” Han let out a rumbling laugh.

“Uh huh.” You agreed enthusiastically, knowing it was true and not caring enough to pretend it wasn’t obvious.

The rest of the night was more of the same, your friends teasing you. Stealing a glance toward the bar to see that Anakin was already staring at you with the intensity of a burning star.

“You ready to go home?” Luke asked Han.

“Mmm.” He grunted in agreement and looked at Luke expectantly.

“Go on.” Luke shooed you toward the bar to tell Anakin you were leaving. They walked toward the door to wait for you, giving you just a hair of privacy.

As you walked up to the bar, Anakin was speaking to a girl who was very obliviously trying to flirt with him.

“What’ll you have?” He asked flatly.

“What’s your favorite?” She smiled, leaning on the counter and pushing her tits together.

“If you want a recommendation go to Jess.” He pointed to another coworker who was currently mixing a drink. “She’ll help.”

“What? You think I can’t handle whatever whiskey it is that you like best?” She giggled, clearly unfazed by his lack of interest.

It made your heart swell, he was acting this way and he didn’t even realize you were within earshot. He was so busy wiping down the counter to avoid eye contact with this girl, he hadn’t looked up once.

“I don’t drink.” He said.

“A bartender who doesn’t drink?” She laughed and it sounded like a fucking cackle, you saw Anakin suck in his cheeks and turn his head to tuck his chin into the shoulder farther from her to ensure he wouldn’t burst into laughter at her.

He cleared his throat and finally looked up. The eyes you know as warm and comforting looked cast from frozen steel.

“That’s what I said isn’t it?” Anakin’s voice was cold in a way that you’d never heard before and it scared you… but also kind of excited you? Like the cold wave you’d felt from his gaze once before it was gone in an instant.

Once again he’d surprised you. Just like every other time you’d been in his company. The girl scoffed and muttered something under her breath but Anakin had already left the one sided conversation and his face softened, the blue of his eyes being swallowed by the pools of black that spilled over every time he looked at you.

“There’s my princess.” He cooed. Proving without you even asking, that he had eyes only for you.

“I came to say I’m headed home.” You smiled bashfully, your hands clasped together in front of you as you rocked from your toes to your heels.

“Your body guards are walking with you right?” He asked, concern creeping in to his gentle voice.

“Of course.” You nodded, it was so sweet that he worried about you like this.

“Good.” He smiled, holding out his hand and using two fingers to beckon you closer.

You stepped forward and gave him what he wanted, your hand to squeeze gently.

“Be safe okay? I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes you’ll see me soon.”

“Thats my girl.” He flashed a bright smile, taking your one hand in both of his and kissing your knuckles. Rubbing his across your skin his thumbs creating a heart on the back of your hand when he pulled away.

“Bye Ani.” You said, making a quick escape with one last look over your shoulder before running to Luke and Han.

🖤🖤🖤

After they returned you safely to your home you went about your nightly routine. Boil water, make tea, take birth control, and oh look at that you even had the forethought to set Tylenol out as well. Pop two of those and then shower quickly, settle in for bed and before you know it, you’re so asleep that you can’t hear your front door unlock.

Anakin intently listened to the audio of your bedroom intently on his way home. From the way you were snoring Anakin knew you were deep, deep, deep in sleep. Even so, he needed to be careful, so after he showered at his apartment he crept silently into yours with a small bag in tow.

He tested your level of unconsciousness via sound before even attempting to enter your room. Just like every other time he’d snuck in. No response.

So he opened your bedroom door and gently shooed the cat out of the room. She was very unhappy about this considering Anakin usually let her snuggle in his lap when he came to watch you sleep. But he wasn’t here to watch or to get a quick fix, not even for a little bit of teasing.

He was here to play.

Armed with the necessary tools he laid them neatly on the foot of the bed after slipping on his Ghostface mask. Cliché sure, but he knew your little secret. If you happened to wake up, which was highly unlikely, he’d be anonymous and you’d think it was another wet dream.

He pushed up the sleeves of his solid black hoodie, carefully took off his sneakers, followed by his leather gloves. He hated having to take the extra measure to hide his identity just in case but it’s his own fault for having so many tattoos.

Once finished he picked up your wrist and dropped it, watching it fall clumsily at your side. Perfect. Now he could get to the fun stuff.

He peeled back the covers and took a moment to soak in your image, you were spoon feeding him pure beauty and didn’t even know it.

He’d done this before. He couldn’t help but sneak the occasional picture, but he’d never taken a picture of you completely bare before.

Tenderly he pushed your thin nightie up and over your soft breasts, taking his sweet time to caress and care for you like always, but this time he let himself touch your chest sans fabric barrier. It was something so unforgettable, seeing the peaks of your breasts rise and pebble up under his thumb. Even more so the soft sleepy sigh you let out when he lifted his mask to suck and twirl his tongue around them. Tugging lightly before letting it fall back into place so he could watch them jiggle.

His hands traveled to your hips and slid your panties down partially. He posed you, one hand on your breast, the other he placed between your legs under your panties. He stood over you and took several pictures from different angles.

Deciding his jeans were much to restricting and horribly tight across his swelling cock, he got rid of them.

Once he was more comfortable he slid your panties farther down and placed them aside. He kneeled, getting eye level with your cunt.

The most sacred part of you. Where he so badly wanted to bury his cock, but he refrained. That could wait until you were conscious and willing.

“Look at you.” He groaned, biting his lip before getting back to the task at hand.

For now, he would slide your own fingers past your slick folds, into your greedy pussy. Holding your wrist in place so that your limp hand wouldn’t fall away. He even let you have a little taste of yourself, of course capturing that on film as well.

Now that he had some gorgeous new material for the visual to go along with the pretty little noises you make when you think no one is listening… he had some new ideas to try out.

Ideas like tilting your head to the side and slipping just the head of his precum coated dick past your plump lips. His hand trembled as he clicked record, the bright white light of the flash illuminating your face. You didn’t even flinch. Your eyelids didn’t twitch, your mouth didn’t move.

The longer he rubbed his cockhead over your tongue and traced your lips till they were shiny with precum and saliva, the more confident he grew.

“Tastes good doesn’t sweetheart? Shame you can’t lick those pretty lips isn’t it?” He snickered, tapping your cheek with his cockhead to leave a sticky trail behind.

He wasn’t worried in the slightest that you’d wake up now, so he allowed himself to go just a bit further.

Pinching the tip of your tongue and opening your jaw alittle wider, he removed his cock completely. Making sure to get a good shot of untouched throat, he’d need a before picture to refer to later.

He slowly pushed back in, stopping when he hit the back of your throat. The only bad thing about you being unconscious was that you couldn’t tell him if his fat cock was choking you. So he’d have to settle for his hand covering what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

He sat his phone aside, he needed both hands for this. If he wanted to feel you moan around his cock, he’d have to give you something to moan about.

Hiking up one leg of yours and letting it fall to your side, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you were letting him treat you like a noodle. You were practically boneless… it crossed his mind to put you in the Piledriver, see how far he could fold you, but once again: you’re unconscious and you can’t tell him if you’re uncomfortable.

He had morals, lines he wouldn’t cross, rules he wouldn’t erase… maybe bend them, but not wholly change them either.

So he settled for rubbing circles around your puffy clit, already wet and needy little pussy. His hand on the back of your head to keep you still, he couldn’t have your poor brain rattling around your skull while he fucked your mouth. He loved you too much to give you whiplash via mouthful of dick.

“Oh you like that don’t you baby? Yeah you do, I can feel it.” He moaned, letting himself get lost in listening to the combined sounds of his cock in your mouth and his fingers toying with your wetness.

He slid his fingers down your slit and back up again; that’s when you made a bit of noise for him and holy shit.

His hand left your cunt immediately to keep your jaw pried open and held still while his other pumped his shaft wildly. He’d been at this more maybe two minutes tops and the vibration from that one gorgeous moan was enough to draw up his balls and scrunch his face.

He whimpered, removing his hand from your jaw, he let go of his cock and almost cried from how painfully close to cumming he was. But he couldn’t not get the first time he came in your mouth on camera. So he grabbed you by your hair and propped up your head to keep your mouth open. Straddling your chest he kneeled over you and watched through his phone screen as rope after rope of white, hot, love coated your tongue and throat.

He could’ve shed a tear at how outrageously beautiful you looked, how messy your mouth was, the drip of his semen down the back of your throat.

Anakin quickly switched over to taking photos again, he desperately needed a clear picture of your cum coated throat and god did he get the perfect image. He’d make it his screensaver if he could.

Once again tossing his phone aside he leaned over you, spitting a glob of saliva to help wash his essence down when he squeezed beneath your jaw to make you swallow.

“Perfect. Good job baby.” He whispered. “Took it like a champ.”

He squeezed both cheeks in one hand to squish your lips together. Smiling at the way you looked. Eyelids half raised from all the movement, face flushed, swollen lips.

“S’fucking cute.” He laughed, smacking your cheek twice, gently of course. Just a little love tap.

He extricated himself from you and shuffled back down to the end of the bed, between your legs where he belonged. Spreading your legs nice and wide, he took a second to just enjoy the view.

“Pretty little thing aren’t you?” He splayed his two large hands across your stomach and slowly snaked it down your abdomen, across your mound, trailing to your inner thighs to finally hook beneath your knees and lift your legs.

He needed you in the butterfly position if he were to properly pleasure you this time around. He wouldn’t tease you tonight and make you writhe and moan and hump his hand but never cum.

He’d turned you into a needy whore just like he wanted to, but you deserved a reward, he reminded himself. Because it was oh so tempting to continue that little game he loved.

“What do you think doll? Dildo or vibrator?” He asked, laying the toys one after the other between your legs to snap at photo of.

“Ah who am I kidding, you want the vibrator don’t you?” He asked rhetorically. “Here princess, get it wet for me.”

He brought the toy to your lips and rubbed it across your tongue, grinning when he pulled it away and saw the shiny string of saliva connecting to your tongue.

“Sorry you can’t have my cock sweetheart.” He said, sounding a bit mournful as he dragged the tip of the vibrator down your throat and through the midline of your body, stopping just above your clit.

“I’d love to fuck you but… I can’t do that to you.” He sighed. “You’ll just have to wait. It’ll make it more special huh?” He smiled, turning the toy onto the lowest setting.

He teased your entrance with the very tip, barely ghosting it around and around. When he finally saw your hole clench around nothing he sucked in a sharp breath and chuckled, he couldn’t help it, it was comical how badly you needed him.

Slowly, frustratingly slowly he inserted the tip and twisted. Gently thrusting it deeper and deeper until it was fully seated in your cunt. He left it there to watch for a moment, untouched and unmoved, you dripped arousal down onto the sheets below you. A beautiful little pool of sex he’d get to take home as a trophy.

“More?” He asked softly. “I think you need more don’t you sweetheart?”

He switched the setting higher, about halfway to full power and sat back on his heels watching your hips buck and your stomach tighten. A beautiful strangled moan left your swollen lips and Anakin couldn’t help himself.

“Gotta kiss that sweet mouth baby, lemme see that tongue.” He groaned, sliding the mask up just enough to suction his lips to yours to suck and pull and lick to his heart’s content.

“Fuck your mouth… tastes so good.” He whined, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling, watching it snap back into place with a wet pop.

Just as he was about to go in for another kiss he heard you take a deep inhale. He pulled the mask back into place and backed away, watching you closely for any sign that you were being roused awake.

“Don’t fucking scare me like that.” He mumbled, turning up the vibrator again.

“If you wanna cum so bad then ask for it.” He grinned.

He thrust the toy back and forth in time with his hand on his cock, loving the way your body tried to so hard to wake up your mind so you could enjoy it fully.

“Poor thing. Squirming for me.” He panted, scooting closer and seating the vibrator back into your cunt fully. “I’ll let you cum this time okay? You need it don’t you sweet girl?”

Anakin brushed his thumb across your clit quickly and beamed at the way your idle hands tried to grip the sheets beneath you.

“So close baby girl, so fucking close.” He whispered, flicking your clit just to see you jump.

He snickered and settled his thumb solidly against your puffy red button and rubbed firmly. Jacking his cock in time with his ministrations on you.

“Gonna cum…” he whined, noting the way your legs were lifting slightly from the bed.

“Yeah. Yeah, c’mon baby, fuck.” He grunted, fucking up into his fist as he tilted his head back. Spilling his cum onto the quivering canvas of your spent folds.

He slowly milked the rest of his seed out onto you and pulled the vibrator from your depths, scooping up his cum and shoving it into your greedy hole to massage into your gummy walls where it belongs.

He stroked your front wall carefully, pressing up against the sweet spongy spot that made your toes curl. The second he pressed the vibrator down on your clit your cunt spasmed around his fingers and he got to see you come undone for the first time.

“Oh shit.” He breathed out, his voice shaky as he watched that puddle beneath you become a lake as your squirt dripped over his hand and onto the fabric.

“Fucking hell.” He moaned, shoving his hand beneath his mask to slurp your juices from every centimeter of his skin.

He was too busy loosing himself in the taste of you to notice you finally fluttering your eyes open just slightly, moaning in overstimulation from the toy he’d left buzzing between your pussy lips.

“Goddamnit.” He swore, shoving his still hard cock back into his boxers and switching off the toy.

He waited, waited a painfully long time to make sure you were still stuck in dreamland before moving again. It was time to high-tail it out of there.

He clumsily shoved his things into his bag and tugged on his pants and belt. Cursing himself for getting carried away like that, for not paying attention, for almost waking you up.

Slipping into his sneakers and tugging his sleeves back down he fumbled in his pockets to find his gloves and hastily shoved his hands in them.

He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at the mess he’d helped you make on your sheets. Great. Now he really couldn’t just leave his own set of sheets beneath your mattress to change later when you were gone.

He had to do it now.

He pulled your comforter fully off the bed, your extra pillows and stuffed animals as well. The top sheet was used to quickly and carefully wipe the mess off your skin before he folded it and shoved it down into the bag.

Thinking ahead he laid the clean top sheet over the comforter so he could put both on at the same time, save a few seconds. Now came the hard part.

He popped up one corner of the fitted sheet and replaced it with the new one, doing the same to two of the other sides. He kneeled on the bed with his feet hanging off the side, careful not to get his sneakers on the clean sheets.

He gingerly laid your arms at your sides and oh so slowly rolled you over until you were flat on your back again.

Anakin held his breath and tried his very best not to laugh because of the fact that he had quite literally rolled you like a log and you didn’t even budge. He walked around to the other side and finished taking off the sheet and fitting the new one over the last edge.

After the sheet was folded and carefully tucked into his bag he tossed it over his shoulder and went to your bedroom door to allow your cat back into the room with you, she’d always snuggle under the covers beside you and you’d be awfully confused if you woke up and realized she had somehow gotten out of your room without the help of opposable thumbs.

Anakin surveyed the room and smacked himself internally. He almost left you panty-less.

“Idiot. All tore up from one little thing.” He scoffed. “Can’t believe I almost-“

He shook his head and told himself to shut his mouth, he could shit talk himself later. Right now he needed to carefully slide your panties back into place and cover you back up, maybe give you alittle goodnight kiss too.

Finally everything was in place as it should be, he marked everything off in his internal to-do list and checked his watch. He’d kept it under two hours just like planned, everything was fine, so fine in fact that he didn’t bother to be careful with his foot-falls.

The high-pitched shriek of pain Boogie let out when he put his full weight onto the tip of her tail was more than enough to wake the dead. Anakin froze, smacking the button on the side of his neck, attached to the box that would alter his voice in case he needed to speak.

“Boogs?” You sat up slowly, your body not in tune with your mind in any capacity. Funny how he could fuck you with a vibrator but an ear piercing cat wail could wake you up. Weird.

You didn’t even have your eyes open, poor thing. Anakin laughed before he realized he was making any noise at all.

If your eyes were sewn shut with sleep before they were stretched wide with terror now. You scanned the room and were horrified to see a tall, imposing figure in a… Ghostface mask?

Hot. Wait- no. You shook your head and flipped on your bedside lamp.

“Don’t fucking move.” He growled, producing a butterfly knife from his pocket and spinning it to flip it open.

You squealed but complied and shrunk back. There wasn’t much you could do anyway, you could barely hold your eyes open and your head up.

“Good.” He nodded, walking up to you basking in the knowledge that you’d be obedient in this type of situation.

“What’d you want?” You asked quietly.

“Just came to say hello to a pretty little thing that’s all.” He cooed and sat down on the side of the bed.

You whimpered and moved sluggishly away, finding it difficult to support your weight with your arms.

“Hold real still.” He soothed and for some reason you did.

You didn’t flinch or fight him when he used the tip of the knife to push your hair away from your eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He stated calmly. “Cross my heart, hope to die.”

You could practically hear the smirk in his filtered voice as he slashed the flat side of the knife in an X across the center of chest. In one fluid motion that was much more attractive than you’d ever willingly admit, he flipped out one of the dual knife handles and somehow swung it closed in the open palm of his hand by twitching his wrist quickly.

He showed you that he was putting it into the locked position, pushing the small rod at the bottom of one of the handles with his thumb until it clicked.

“You’re safe I promise.” He said. “I’ll let you hold it if you want.” He offered it in his open, flat palm but you denied it, shaking your head and quickly realizing that made you very dizzy.

“Brave one, huh?” He chuckled, pocketing the knife again.

He saw your eyes flit toward your phone and tsk’d audibly.

“Hey, I said I’m not gonna hurt you.” He reassured you. “Don’t try it okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, bottom lip trembling.

“Like I said. I just wanted to say hello.” He shrugged. “And maybe remind you that you should remember to lock your windows.” He hated to lie, but he couldn’t say he just unlocked your front door could he?

At that moment your cat jumped up and settled in his lap. He carefully inspected her tail and gave her gentle chin scratches.

“Sorry bud. Didn’t mean to step on you.” He whispered.

“What the fuck.” You whispered, unbelievable. What the hell was happening?

“Hmm? Oh yeah, we’re good friends aren’t we?” He said, patting her head. “Now, go to your mommy m’kay?” He scooped her up and put her in your arms.

“She’s had a bit of a fright.” He told your cat. “Best to keep her company.”

“Now. I’m gonna leave okay?” He said, standing up slowy, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. “Count to 100.”

“What?”

“Count to 100 before you get up or try to call anyone. Got it?” He said, his tone even through the filter suggested that you should’ve just known what he meant.

“Yeah.” You nodded, your eyes feeling heavy and droopy again.

“Good.” He had to try extremely hard not to use pet names with you. He was certain you’d be suspicious immediately if he did.

“I’m going to leave through your front door, after I lock your window for you. Understand?” He said while slowly backing out of your room.

You blinked, mouth agape, still so very confused. What is this? Is this some strange and vivid dream? Maybe you should ask?

“Am I- this a dream?” You questioned, feeling stupid as soon as it left your lips.

He tilted his head and clasped his hands in front him, leaning his back against your bedroom door frame.

“Do you want it to be?” He asked in a teasing way that sounded too familiar for your comfort.

“What?” Your voice shook, you were suddenly aware of how pathetically helpless you were.

A stranger with a knife is in your bedroom and you’re just speaking to him like this is the fucking checkout line at Kroger.

He chuckled, scratching the side of his mask as if it were his cheek. “Pink book. Right bottom corner under the mattress.” Anakin nodded toward your bed.

“You- wait.” You felt sick, your diary? He was talking about your diary? How long was he in here?

“Mhm.” He nodded.

He waited for you to speak again, relaxing again the the doorframe. He let his head tilt back and knock against the wood while he crossed his legs at the ankle and unclasped his hands. Cracking his knuckles with his fingers laced together.

“Well?” He asked, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“Well what?”

“Do you want it to be a dream?” He repeated firmly, leaning forward just a bit.

Why did you want to say yes?

“I’m not hearing a no.” He raised a hand in the form of a question from where it was tucked underneath his arm.

“No.” You shook your head, watching the room spin. “D-did you drug me?” You whispered rubbing your eyes as dancing lights flashed across your eyelids.

“Yep.” He answered nonchalantly. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”

“Huh.” You breathed out. If this was real life and a stranger broke into your house and somehow drugged you… why wasn’t he trying to hurt you?

It must be a dream. Sure. Yes. A dream.

“What’ll it be?” He asked “should I stay? Or should I go?”

“What do you want to do?” You wondered aloud and immediately regretted not thinking before you spoke.

“Oh you don’t wanna know.” He snickered.

“Then why’re you here?”

“You’re peaceful when you sleep.” He said casually. “I like to watch you.”

“You what?” You squeaked. “You’ve been here before?”

“How about this.” He proposed, walking back to your bed and fishing your diary out from under the mattress. “You have questions for me, I’ll answer them. Write ‘em down.”

He tossed it on the edge of the bed and reached out to you. “C’mere.”

“Why?”

“Just do it okay?” He sighed and watched you scoot closer.

He gingerly reached out as if you might bite him, you probably should. But for whatever reason you didn’t want to. He kind of felt… familiar. He didn’t scream ‘psycho killer’ instead he radiated comfort.

His leathered fingers scratched the top of your head in soothing circles. Why were you allowing this? Why were you not terrified?

“Go back to sleep.” He said softly. “I’m leaving now.”

“Why?”

“Do you want me to stay?” He laughed.

“What? N-no?” You shook your head, denying it vehemently. “Of course not.”

“Sure.” He teased. “G’night.” He straightened up and patted your head.

You watched him leave, heard him walk through your living room and kitchen and leave your apartment.

You didn’t move. You didn’t jump up and run. You didn’t grab your phone and call the cops or Luke or anyone else.

You didn’t feel scared, you thought maybe your strange acceptance of the situation was a survival instinct that would go away when the threat did. But you weren’t scared. If anything… you felt alittle lonely now that he was gone.

Part Seven

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cawsceries · 16 days

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your ocs 🔫 tell me everything and anything you wanna share

HI CRYPT i have a lot :]

so i have four main guys with an actual storyline (avry arlo rass rocks). technically five but the fifth doesn't have a name yet so we're not talking about her. and then i have funky little guys (moth, some other clones who i havent posted, and my newest guys cobra and lio!!)

avry is in her early twenties! she was knighted roughly a month before the clone wars began and wasn't supposed to lead a battalion at first. the jedi master who was going to lead the 409th battalion was several weeks away from kamino as the clone wars started, though, and avry was temporarily assigned to the 409th because she's closer and there isn't time to wait.

this temporary assignment is when she first met arlo, who at the time was a captain. in their third or fourth battle, the LAAT/i that was carrying arlo was shot down and his helmet was knocked off in the crash. avry lifted the rubble of the LAAT/i off of the survivors of the crash using the force-- if she hadn't been there, arlo probably would've bled out from his head injury before anyone managed to get to him.

shortly after this, the jedi master in charge of the 409th finally arrives! she's an older rodian training her second padawan, rass. she and avry's master are padawan siblings. avry leaves the 409th in the jedi master's capable hands and is assigned on several small relief missions.

of course, a few months later the 409th has an encounter with general grievous. the jedi master does not survive, but she does make sure rass will make it out alive.

avry is in the area, so she returns to the 409th. rass is supposed to go back to the jedi temple but they can't fathom leaving all of the clones they've befriended and fought beside-- they've already lost their master. so avry (impulsively) offers to take rass on as her own padawan.

and. well. this solves some problems. this also creates more problems. avry is already absolutely terrified about being responsible for a battalion. now she's also responsible for rass as well, who's basically her little sibling. she's not prepared for either of these things, but she's good enough at faking it so she's not going to think about it too much because she might break down and there isn't time for that. she can process everything when the war is over and everything goes back to normal.

she's very good at convincing herself that things will go back to normal.

arlo is doing better overall-- he's been promoted to commander (the original commander died a few weeks after avry left). he has a lot of confidence in avry. between avry saving his life early on, and the jedi master's competence and poise, he's a little ridiculously loyal to the jedi.

he's also a little bit blind to avry's flaws.

hold on. about arlo's pronouns: she is not thinking about her gender in universe until pretty late in the clone wars. i swap between she and he because she will end up using she/he pronouns.

rass meets rocks when their first master is still alive, while scouting out a droid factory. rass is leading rocks' squad and there are droids coming their direction. rass asks the clones if any of them have something that rass can throw to distract the droids. rocks hands over a rock. a few minutes later rass asks for another object. rocks hands over another rock. he has at least ten more.

rass nearly compromises the mission by laughing at the fifth rock produced. after this rass and rocks are inseparable. rocks, who is about an inch and a half shorter than the average clone, is delighted that he's no longer the shortest person he knows.

rass and rocks are my beloveds i love them dearly.

i also have a fair amount of info about avry here and some assorted info about all of these guys here

beyond my "main" four, i have moth (can be summed up by this and this) and cobra (very new guy. hes living his best life. having an affair with lio.) and lio (full name lio veniid. senator. a bit pretentious. not very significant politically. extremely disappointed by cobra's lack of appreciation for wine, has made it his goal in life to change this. its not working very well so far but they're both having a great time)

also fun fact: i have a curse in which i am incapable of drawing arlo's scar correct on any full piece. it's on the left side of her head. (forgot it) (flipped the canvas too many times)

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dojunie · 1 year

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MESSENGER; HRJ [PT 4: COFFEE VS TEA]

➥ PART 4 OF MESSENGER; a small smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

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a/n: first written bit! lets see if i like this formatting in an hour and if not pretend you dont see me changing shit around 💪

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THE LINE RINGS FOR ABOUT TWO ENTIRE SECONDS BEFORE EVERYTHING GOES VERY, VERY QUIET— And it’s only within that silence that you seem to realize that you might’ve just done something… weird.

Thoughtlessness was what had you pressing that call button (or maybe there was thought behind it; just the type that tired, sleep deprived, stupid people would have). Regret hits you like a brick when all your brain's neurons finally seem to reconnect. What the hell are you doing? You don’t know this guy! You don’t even know his name— not to mention that he doesn’t know yours! And somehow, before common sense caught up to you, you thought it was the logical next step to call him?

You’re stood in front of your desk with your headphones in your ears probably looking crazy as you stare at the screen, thoughts in sudden overdrive trying to figure out how to ‘Oops, butt dial!' your way out this— when it stops ringing.

Now connecting, Duck Boy.

“…Hello?”

Oh.

Your spine stiffens nearly upright at the sound of his voice. His... voice. Him. Duck Boy. Who once only existed in your mind as a selfie and a few bossy-yet-endearing texts, and now you’ve got a selfie, some texts, and a voice.

Christ, why is your mind spinning like you’ve just unearthed some sort of incredible clue? It’s not like there’s anything stopping you from just asking him to meet up or something since this stupid mystery game is really only being perpetuated by you— but still, you find yourself overanalyzing the single word, the surprisingly low drawl of his tone (his voice is much, much deeper than you thought it would be), even the clarity of his speech and diction.

However. Again—and you can’t even blame the exhaustion for this because you feel wide awake now— you do something weird.

Too busy marveling over how he sounds, you completely forget to respond.

“Mystery girl…?” Duck Boy says again, startling you. “If you’re doing this to keep me awake, I’ve got to say— still kind of falling asleep over here.”

“M’was— Headphones,” you blurt. A lie. Your headphones have been in your ears for about two hours now as you worked on your architecture project, but he did not need to know that. “Was putting in my headphones. Hi.”

“…Hi.”

A shuffling on the line, like he's sitting up or shifting or something, and then he laughs a little bit in the ensuing silence. “You called me and broke your coveted mystique just to tell me hi?”

“No. I’m distracted. I'm... making tea. You don’t appreciate my hello?”

God. Three more lies. At least it’s not for long because this, plus the slight embarrassment washing under your skin, jumpstarts you into turning on your heel and darting into the kitchen.

“I didn’t say that,” he hums. “You sure like putting words in my mouth. I meant, because you called me all gung-ho like, I was expecting a little more than a greeting. A quiz, or something. A game plan.”

“I have a plan.”

Holy shit, in the span of fifteen seconds you’ve turned into the biggest liar in the world. What plan? You hadn’t even fully recognized you were calling him until he picked up! “It’s twenty questions. The ultimate stay-awake game. I’ll ask such thoughtful questions that your brain will start to steam in that airport.”

This seems to catch him off guard; He snorts a laugh, a loud, pretty sound that you assume is immediately muffled because he’s in public. You’d been in the middle of setting a kettle on the stove when you heard it, and couldn’t help but smile a little widely in triumph. You made him laugh. Cool.

“Is that so?” he snickers.

Slightly loosened up now, you shrug. “Of course. Let’s open it up with something easy. Coffee— or tea? There is a right answer.”

“How is there a right answer if you’re asking me what I like?”

“Between coffee and tea, of course there’s a right answer. One is good, crafted from nature and angels and all that is pure; a perfectly warm drink that soothes illness and brings joy to those young and old. And the other one is bitter and evil and rhymes with moffy.”

He laughs again. Shit. Should you consider becoming a comedian? Is this weird giddiness how they all feel when they get people to laugh?

“I’m sure you’ve probably just never had good coffee,” he tries, “It’s not all bitter—“

“Are you putting forth your vote? Coffee? The devil’s choice of beverage?”

“No! You’re annoying. I like both.”

“That’s not the question I asked you, Duck Boy.”

You don’t even realize you’ve called him the name you refer to him as in your head. It slips out easily, a product of ease and amusement and familiarity— which is surprising to say when you’ve only been talking to this guy for a few minutes— but he doesn’t even seem to phase himself, only groaning as you badger him for an answer.

“Is it illegal to like both?” he asks finally, feigning hastiness. “Different occasions. Coffee to wake me up, tea to cool me down. Next question.”

“Don’t get too hasty, because the next question is in the same vein. What do you eat with your tea or coffee? Snack wise?”

“I would say I like bread with both,” he says confidently. “Like croissants? I really like croissants.”

“Something must be wrong with you.”

“What—“ You almost hear how he sits up, immediately affronted. “Hey!”

“Bread? Like just… straight bread? Yeast and egg and flour? With something as bitter as coffee, you’re not even going to have a donut or something? Lord, not even a muffin?”

“I don’t care for sweets! What do you like then, since you’re apparently the chooser of everything good?”

You lean against the counter, absentmindedly watching your kettle as you sigh theatrically, stretching like someone would before they run a marathon or swim a thousand meters. “You’re asking the wrong person this question,” you warn. “I could spend the next hour talking about snack combinations. Chamomile tea and banana nut muffins, a slice of frosted lemon cake with a taaaaall mug of double-steeped Earl Gray. I’m something of a savant in my field, you know. I might have to make you sign an NDA to protect my trade secrets.”

Duck Boy scoffs but you’re pleased to hear what sounds like a hidden smile— maybe even a grin.

“Consider it signed,” he says. There’s another shift, a sound like fabric rustling, and then he sighs as if he’s just made himself comfortable; which, in an airport terminal seat, must be a fruitless effort. “I have nothing but time, Mystery Girl.”

Your tea was pretty great, all things considered. A London Fog with two teabags instead of one, a capful of vanilla essence to sweeten, milk and sugar— the perfect wind-down drink. It was no wonder then, when you returned to your room and found yourself heading for your bed instead of returning to the desk to continue your insidious diorama floor plan project, that your eyelids started to get a little heavy about fifteen minutes into twirling your finger around the headphone wire while talking with Duck Boy. You have been up for the last day after all, class and practice and studying, and tea at this hour always ends up knocking you on your ass after about half an hour.

The sudden onset tiredness isn’t helped by the fact that talking to him is so easy, either.

It’s effortless. Who would have thought that the guy who routinely scolds you through text, periods and capitals and perfect grammar everywhere, could actually crack a few good jokes? It’s his dry humor that gets you, a deadpan delivery that had nearly made you spill hot tea on yourself three times; but you made him bark a laugh so loud at one point that he got the evil-eye from an airline attendant, so the scoreboard’s still in your favor.

Whether or not he can hear the sleepy lull in your voice through the phone, you’re not sure. He does seem to take the reins on question-asking though. Little things like your favorite color, musical genre, if you’re a homebody or the type to always be out and about. It’s a lot of good information (more than you ever thought you’d learn about some guy you dialed on a whim three weeks ago) which is why you’re a little salty that you had to go and fall asleep in the middle of all of it.

The last question you remembered had been after a small quiet, a breath of time where your eyes had been closed and he’d been humming, contemplating what to ask next.

Your tea was finished. Your laptop had timed out a long time ago which meant your room was only being lit by the kitchen light outside, a small sliver of warm white light.

“Do you— Do you do any extracurriculars? On campus?”

“Mystery breach,” you’d mumbled belatedly, attempting and failing to blink the bleariness from your eyes. “Look at you, trying to sneak that question in there. You already got to see me first. Now you want to know where to find me on campus, too?”

Immediately he flustered, stumbling for a response like you’d somehow managed to hit the nail on the head, but in your state you didn’t think to look further into it. “I’m kidding. At this point I’d probably give you my SSN if you asked for it. I play volleyball for the school, if that counts? I was on debate club in freshman year but I got kicked out for agreeing with my opponents too much.”

A beat, like he was mulling over this information, and then, “You? Agree with someone? That’s interesting, considering how much it seems you like to argue with me...”

“You’re different,” you yawned. “Very different. Being forced to debate with people I barely know on topics I don’t care about kind of sucks. But I actually like talking to you.”

“Oh,” he said. “…Is that so?”

"Right," you laughed and closed your eyes one last time. “I would never lie to my dickpic buddy.”

[A LITTLE WHILE LATER]

a/n: pls leave a like if you enjoyed! it motivates me to work on this every time i see a notification about it LOL

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lepusrufus · 2 months

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Info dump on your latest art when ?

You want?? Info dump?? About my wet rat of a bbygorl??? Oh Nonnie I love you I'm kissing you gently on the forehead also you've made a horrendous mistake <3

I'm so sorry to all my friends I never took seriously about dnd I get it now.

So like. Triell.

This cranky pants here? She's my beloved death domain cleric of Ilmater which I know sounds counterintuitive but hold on. She's part of this small sect of the church that's seen very poorly by both the regular person and fellow worshippers of Ilmater because they got the oh so great fortune of communicating with their god via receiving directions to where disasters are about to happen (be it wars or natural disasters or anything in between) so they can offer aid. So people tend to assume they cause these as opposed to simply going there to warn and help.

They're also all for necromancy (hence the domain), which probably doesn't help the reputation, and make a very strict distinction between the living and the dead. Their logic is a bit callous to be honest, saying that they're heading somewhere where there are about to be quite a few corpses laying around so they might as well use them to protect the living. It's fine and dandy until they resurrect a dead parent to act as a meat shield for their still living child you know. But I mean. It's efficient. Still not a good look tho. (You can probably imagine that Kelemvor and his worshippers hate these guys' guts lol)

But I could make a whole post about beliefs and rites of the sect so anyway.

Triell. She's originally from Menzo but eventually got out of there only to be captured by some particularly nasty duergar for a decade or two, which left her with an incredible disdain for shackles and being locked up and ever returning to the Underdark really. In comes Bellra, already a member of the sect, sent there to warn about what would soon be the collapse of a mine that would have a pretty devastating domino effect on that whole community, but she did manage to get a few people out of there, Triell included, who ended up joining her on her travels.

Yeah they want each other. No they refuse to act on it bc their whole purpose is continuing to walk into situations that might as well become their graves. Yes they're disasters.

At this point Triell is a pretty decent cleric on her own and travels to wherever she's sent, but unlike Bellra who's definitely the more likable and charming of the two, Triell tends to be pretty cynical and angry about being seen as the cause of something she actually wants to try and prevent or at least mitigate to the best of her abilities.

Also her most favorite food is mushroom stew

I guess you can take the drow out of the Underdark but you can't take the Underdark out of the drow

Anyway I'm forever rotating them in my head like a microwave and I can't wait to actually put her in a campaign I even bought a set of dice (my first set of dice!) to match her aesthetic aaaa

And a huge hug to @thehomelybadger and @zabouncer for sitting in a call with me while I was creating her and helping me out with ideas truly the best enablers xD

#i love her dearly your honor #I'm still ironing out details but yeah #dnd #my art #asks

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jackiebrackettt · 1 year

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BITB Lab AU Fic (1.3k words)

[this is going to be a tumblr special since i don't plan on doing more with it but i did want to share it anyway! if you like the concept feel free to ask me for more info ^_^ i have alot of backstory surrounding this in mind. alsoo if you would like to write something inspired by it pls reference me/this fic and also tag me! i'd love to see it :] anyway reblogs appreciated as always - fic time]

Rand’s starting to think that no job might be better than a job if the job is this one. Because this job has made him sign several NDAs and has run him through a ridiculous amount of “worst case scenarios” - all increasingly absurd.

He needs a job, though. Or his parents are going to do something drastic like kick him out for a week. And this is the only place that’ll accept him with absolutely nothing on his resume at thirty three years old.

“Basically… just don’t be like the last intern, okay?” The scientist in front of him says as they finish up their spiel.

“What happened to the last intern?”

“Got too close and now he has to stay here while we monitor his situation.”

“Oh.”

Maybe no job is better than this one.

He signs the last NDA anyway.

His job is essentially to keep an eye on a trio of… aliens? Monsters? One of whom is the intern before him - and contact the scientists and doctors if anything weird happens.

He’s also there to keep them company, get them things they want - as long as he runs it past a scientist first - and give them shit like food and water. Easy. He could probably even sneak some weed in and pass the time smoking.

“Just stay here by the entrance.” The scientist instructs. “I’m going to go check on Rolan real quick.”

They dip into a side door at the end of the hallway and disappear.

Rand is totally content to not fuck up the first instruction he’s been given. At least until he spots someone staring at him from the window in the first door on the right.

He’s got long blonde hair, and a pretty face. Kian Stone.

“‘Sup, dude!” Kian’s voice is muffled. “You must be the new intern!”

After a moment of hesitation, Rand wanders closer.

“Yeah.”

Kian sticks his hand out for a handshake, the tips of his fingers pressing against the glass. Rand isn’t sure how he’s expected to respond.

“I was the last one.” Kian states cheerily. “Name’s Kian Stone. Nice to meet you, man.”

“Nice to meet you.” Rand echoes. “I’m, uh, Rand.”

The offered handshake turns into a finger pointing at the name tag on his shirt.

“Tim?”

“Call me Rand.”

“Fuck yeah, dude, I can dig that.” Kian drops his hand. “Hey, man, do you think you can swing me a guitar? I’m bored as fuck.”

He remembers the brief. It clearly said that he shouldn’t give this guy any instruments.

“I, uh… don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”

Kian leans in closer to the window and grins wickedly.

“I could make it worth your while.” His voice is low. Rand’s cheeks feel warm.

“Well, uh, considering what they told me about why you’re in here, I think I’ll have to, like, pass. Sorry, man.”

“Becky’s harmless, dude.” Kian scoffs. “They just hate true love.”

Rand just shrugs. He’s not really sure he wants to argue.

“What about… Rolan? That’s the other guy, right?” Kian nods. “What’s he like?”

“Mostly keeps to himself. Real quiet and all that. If you went into his room he’d probably back himself into a corner and freak out about hurting you.” Kian hums, thinking. “That’s what he did with me, at least. Don’t tell the big guys, though. They’re pissed enough at me for the whole Becky thing.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Rand mimes zipping his lips. “Secret’s safe.”

“It’s totally different, though, dude, because, like… Becky is dangerous. Rolan isn’t.”

“Didn’t you say she was harmless earlier?”

“Oh.” Kian blinks. “Did I? Tell that to my mostly melted body over there, dude.”

Kian jerks a thumb behind him. Rand angles to look and immediately wishes he didn’t. He feels sick.

“Fuck, man!”

Kian laughs. “Shoulda warned you that it’s kinda gnarly, huh?”

Technically, Rand knew that’s what happened to Kian. But reading about it on paper is nothing compared to seeing it in person.

“They just fucking left that there?“

“It’s mine.”

“I mean… I guess, but… you just want it around?” He takes another cautious look at the mess of flesh in the corner of the room. Another wave of nausea rolls through him. “Isn’t it, like… weird?”

“It’s mine.” Kian repeats. Then he shrugs. “Plus, it’s kinda fun. If I touch it I can feel it both ways.” He waggles his eyebrows, and that grin from earlier is back. “Neat, right?”

“Gross.” Rand grimaces. “Too much information, man.”

“I’m just messing with you, dude.” Kian laughs. “It hurts like a bitch, actually. I try not to feel it.”

“Tim!”

The scientist is walking back down the hallway towards him. They don’t seem upset that he disobeyed his first instruction. Maybe that one was more of a suggestion.

He looks back to Kian’s eyes fixated on his name badge.

“You could just tell them you prefer to be called Rand, you know?” Kian says.

“I’ll do it later.”

He’s not sure why he hasn’t yet. Something about professionalism. But there’s no time to think through that train of thought now.

The scientist stops next to him. Looks at Kian through the glass and sighs.

“Kian.”

“They’re still pretty mad at me.” Kian explains to Rand with an unbothered smile on his face. Then he shifts to address the scientist. “So, no guitar?”

“Not yet.” Another sigh. “Later, hopefully.”

“Radical.” Kian presses a book up to the window. “This shit sucks. I’m not a fucking nerd, dude.”

The scientist rolls their eyes. “Graduated practically top of your classes.”

Top of his classes? Shit. They really downgraded with Rand.

Kian pouts. “Hey, man, don’t say that kinda stuff around the new guy, yeah?”

“Well,” the scientist claps Rand on the shoulder and ushers him away, “you’ve met Kian. Let’s meet the other two.“

“See ya later, dude.”

Kian holds one hand up in a wave and Rand clumsily waves back, mumbling out his own goodbye.

Kian’s whole… attitude has thrown him off completely. He figured the other two would be chill - not the guy who literally died about a week back.

A couple of rooms down is Becky’s. Rand wonders why they’re so spread out.

She approaches the window when they knock. Her gaze flicks over them with hope before settling into disappointment.

“Hey, Becky.” The scientist gestures to Rand. “I want you to meet Tim - the new intern.”

Rand waves. She doesn’t even look at him.

“Is Kian okay?” Her voice is soft. “I really didn’t mean to kill him, man.”

“He’s doing better.”

This conversation is fucking absurd. What a world Rand lives in now.

“Well, you know how this works - let Tim know if you need anything. We’ll go meet Rolan, now.“

“Sure.” Her eyes catch on his. She looks sad. “Nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

Meeting Rolan goes worse than meeting Becky.

Rolan’s tucked away in a corner, looking like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. If Rand thought Kian was lying about Rolan, he’d cast all doubts from his mind now. Rolan doesn’t even look up when the scientist knocks on the door.

“He’s been in a mood ever since the incident with Kian.” The scientist explains. “Hey, Rolan! New guy’s name is Tim.”

Rolan just barely lifts a hand in acknowledgment.

“Now, don’t be surprised if you see them out of their rooms. I don’t know if you saw, but there’s a door at the back that leads to other rooms. We’re keeping Kian away from them at the moment to monitor his situation, but it all links up back there.”

“Okay.”

“There’s testing most days, but for the most part they just do whatever. And you can, too, as long as you fulfil the job requirements.”

“Sounds good, man.” Oh, yeah, he could definitely smuggle some weed in here. And maybe he’ll try and rope them all into a game of dnd. He’s not exactly sure how it’ll work when they’re so spread out, but he’ll think of something.

#brackett.writes.

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She woke up from the sound of her phone going off. Grabbing her phone she saw several missed calls from Ryota. She figured it'd be best to call back so he doesn't do anything drastic under the impression she's in trouble. "N-Nanami-san! Oh thank god you're okay I've been trying to call you for ages! I was just about ready to send a search team for you! A-are you okay? Where are you? Do you need help? Should I send someone your way? H-how did it go with the Remnants? D-did you find them? Oh please tell me they didn't hurt you I'm so sorry I never should've given you that info this is all my fau-"

"Mitarai-kun. Relax. I'm okay, there's no need to worry. I'm not hurt, just exhausted is all. Sorry for taking so long to reply, I was asleep and didn't hear my phone ring until now." She spoke softly and tried to calm him down. His worry was understandable, but unnecessary. "...And about the Remnants, I found both of them. The one lurking around the Reserve Course department was Koizumi-san, the Ultimate Photographer. Sadly, I didn't have much luck when talking with her and had to run away."

"O-oh, I see... A-at least you didn't get hurt..." When he next spoke he was noticably calmer, having been assured of her safety and well-being. "...W-what about the other one? Who was it?" Just as she prepared to reply, the door opened and Nagito and Izuru walked in. Nagito was about to say his greetings when Izuru put his hand over his mouth and shushed him. He got the memo and kept quiet, realizing she was in a phone call and was not to be disturbed. She paid them a quick glance before turning her attention back to her phone.

"...It was Komaeda-kun, the guy who was with me when we found you in the hidden room, if you remember him?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man in question slightly tilt his head, confused at being the subject of conversation. "Komaeda-kun... Ah, right! The guy that got shot... So he's a Remnant too... I-I guess I shouldn't be surprised..." He trailed off, sounding somewhat... disappointed? "...Yeah, but he's surprisingly friendly for a Remnant. He actually helped me when I... got cornered by a mob of Enoshima-san's followers." Technically not a lie, she did get cornered by a mob. She'll simply... not mention what happened to said mob afterwards.

"...I-I see... that's good- Ah! I-I'm sorry but I gotta cut out conversation short! I've got work to do, I'll talk to you later bye-!" He hastily ended the call, apparently getting some urgent work that needed doing. ...Ah, that reminds me. I should probably get going soon... If I'm gone too long the Future Foundation will start getting suspicious... "...Hey hey, Komaeda-kun, Kamukura-kun... When can I leave? I need to get back to work soon or the Future Foundation will get suspicious."

"You may leave whenever you wish. We never intended to trap you." Izurus voice was as dull and monotone as ever. "Ah, you're leaving already? What a shame... But I suppose we shouldn't hold you up any more than we already have. However, I think it would be a good idea to eat something first, no? Traveling on an empty stomach isn't any good, you know..." As he said that, Chiaki felt her stomach grumble. Now that she thinks about it, she hasn't eaten in a while... "...Ah, okay. Let's eat and then I'll go on my way."

She went downstairs with the two men and sat down by the dinner table. Izuru went to the kitchen to make food, so she was left alone with Nagito. They decided to make idle chatter, pointedly avoiding any topics relating to Future Foundation, Junko or despair. When Izuru returned with the food, they quietly ate their fill. Chiaki noticed that Izuru seemed to be paying close attention to Nagito, who was eating a rather small portion. I wonder if he's monitoring the amount Komaeda-kun eats... He is pretty thin. Maybe Kamukura-kun is making sure he eats enough?

After they were done eating, Chiaki got herself ready and went to head out the door. Before she could walk out however, Nagito hugged her from behind and rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I will miss you, Nanami-san... I do enjoy your company quite a bit. Ah, but far be it for me to keep you from your duties! A lowly servant like me doesn't deserve to do such selfish things." He hugged her tighter. "I wish you luck on your journey... May you birth a new, shining ray of hope for this despair-infested world we live in... Goodbye. For now..."

Finally, he let her go and she waved them goodbye as she walked out the door.

#bye bye boys! (for now)#chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #remnant searcher chiaki au #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #art #my art #xanders art #xanders haunting art #digital art #fan art #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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YOOOOOO whenever i see your meta posts or analysis or posts i go fucking wild. Youare like Tomatograter's type of successor u just rose from the deep darks of the fandom and decided it was ur turn . i mean this, of course, in a psotiive way

I love your writing so much, you get their points so right and also you feed the pumpkin patch fandom very well and we really appreciate it, sheesh!!!!!

i would love to say more about how i love ur thinking but thats the thing, cant put it in words!!!

since im here already, i was wondering, do you think they would ever marry ? (and/or divorce lmao)

Thankyou!!! I had to sit down for a moment.. being compared to such a legend.. *shakes my head* my ego has been stroked, the fire is blazing, and ten children have died in the blaze.

At least i hope i am. I'm touched, i just suddenly appeared and started talking and all you funny people crawled out of the woodworks and started following me like little pikmin. That's a funny image in my head. Ok i took a break to draw it out and it is funny. It is really funny haha.

Tbh i just talk a lot to myself and i decided to put it somewhere other than the walls of my own room for once and captchalogue the lot because i talk a lot. To myself. Most of the time i look back and i think to myself "what was even the point i didnt even make a conclusion im going to fail my english major" but then i remember im not in school anymore so teachers can shove it.

I love dirkjake i'm actually pretty insane about it but i think that's obvious. I'm one snickers away from insane posting about them conciously and only the influx of voices i get about it staves me from putting it on my keyboard. I so get the feeling of not being able to put it in words. But anyways I've talked enough and i drew all of you guys as pikmin so as i was saying.

The only marriage i can see for Dirkjake is either one where they buy rings and then have icecream in 7/11 and then immediately forget about it until sometime they laugh about how they had that nonlegal marriage that one time. Maybe an exchange of vows but they really don't seem like wedding guys. The other option is one where one of them tricks the other into signing marriage nuptials which is really funny to me.

HOWEVER WITH THAT IN MIND. Im a BIG fan of them divorcing as many times per their whims. I think it should be a fucking bit. Like the divorce office has an entire department because they're like regulars at a goddamn bar they can't stop divorcing each other. Addiction is a terrible thing.

dirk texts roxy "Jake and I are eloping to the Bahamas." and then approximately ten minutes later "Jake and I are getting divorced in the Bahamas."

the way their friends know theyve divorced again is when dirk starts posting grindr screenshots making fun of the ppl he talks to on there. He has a priv account and he meets trashy guys and posts their credit card info on his priv for jane and roxy to freely use.

jane and roxy are out for brunch and jane gets a message asking about commissioning a cake and jane excitedly opens it, then loudly sighs and puts her phone screen-down on the table and roxy goes "divorce again?" and jane says "divorce again."

every time they get a cake from jane they ask her to write some funny joke about divorce on it but eventually she starts writing "get your shit together" instead.

jake says something kinda stupid and dirk says "i want a divorce" and everyone in the room laughs but dirk is dead fucking serious.

They're this one video from danny gonzalez. Holy shit do i have so much to say about divorce. Take a photo of me and my boyfriend.

#asks #dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #homestuck #homestuck meta #oh boy this is a long one #im funny i swear #borzoi talks #borzoi meta

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whatisthismeow · 1 year

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Hey guys, is there a reason we haven’t done a Laywright bakery/cafe AU? Is it because we technically got one in the game? I haven’t seen one anyway.

Seriously though, what if after getting disbarred and all the backlash, Phoenix decides he and Trucy just need to move. He didn’t plan on getting his own cafe, but he did pretty well in home economics in school and he has experience as a barista to help pay for law school. Plus it keeps his daughter fed so win win.

Then this British kid starts showing up, having tried all over town to find a proper cup of tea. “Please tell me you have something, Mr. Wright!” He doesn’t, but he knows Maya and Pearly sent him a bunch of herb to celebrate his new job. So go nuts, kid. And that’s how Luke Triton becomes his first employee. Kind of. The kid has a habit of getting involved in local mysteries and just disappearing for awhile. At least there’s an influx of customers to see ‘Detective Luke’.

Of course something really weird starts happening and Luke writes a letter to his friend and mentor back in England to see if he’ll come help.

Featuring potential moments such as:

“Professor, this is my boss, Mr. Wright.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wright.”

“Nice to meet you too. Luke’s mention you a lot so it’s good to finally be able to put a face to the name.”

“Ah, all exaggerations I assure you.”

“If you insist.”(Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not going to push. The less I know you, the less likely you’ll be accused of murder.)

———

Luke running out on work to solve some puzzles

“Luke wait! I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Wright. I do hope this isn’t a regular occurrence.”

“He’s still a kid. I can’t blame him for having a life outside of work. At least we don’t get a lot of customers so he never leaves me short handed.” (Judging by the way you’re suddenly refusing to make eye contact, I can guess where he got that habit from.)

———

Layton and Luke getting cornered when Trucy shows up to help them escape.

“Me and Papa thought you might be getting in over your head, but don’t tell him I was here. He told me not to do anything dangerous or get arrested since he’s tired of dealing with both or those things.”

———

Phoenix using his magatama to get info when a goon refuses to talk even after solving their puzzle

“I must say Mr. Wright, you are rather adept in prying information from a person.”

“Yeah, I’ve had some practice.”

“Former law enforcement I presume?”

“Defense attorney actually, but it definitely felt like I was doing their job too.”

———

Luke complaining about the detective blocking their investigation

(That kind of sounds like Gumshoe…)

“You know these two, pal?”

“Yeah. Luke here works for me.”

“Hey, you started your firm again? That’s great! Wait until Mr. Edgeworth hears.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“So that must make you an attorney.”

“Does he look old enough to be a lawyer? He’s like ten, Gumshoe.”

Offended Luke noises

“Perhaps it’s best not to dissuade him from his misconception, Mr. Wright.”

#laywright #phoenix wright #professor layton #plvsaa #plvspw #professor layton vs phoenix wright #cafe au #bakery au #Aren’t cafe AUs usually fluffy?#I’m not sure why my ideas end up on the dramatic side #ace attorney #hershel layton

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In your fanfictions, How would you describe Chris/Leon relationship?

lmao idk, read and find out? :'D

nah but the thing that personally attracted me to the pairing was how they're so equal. they've both been in the whole BOW-mess pretty much from the beginning, they've both been fighting the same fight for so long, and there's something so compelling in how they have that shared experience to bond over. especially since they're both so similar and yet so different.

like, excluding re1, Chris has pretty much had more freedom and more leeway to what he's doing, he works with teams and partners, wherein Leon has been on a pretty tight leash and mostly sent in solo. that already creates a difference in circumstance, even though they are both on the same side in the fight, technically.

at the same time, their personalities are very different. they're both good guys, they both wanna help, but how they do so is very different. Chris is more act-before-thinking while Leon bides his time and collects info until he acts (and because someone will purposefully misinterpret this, I'm gonna add; No, I'm not saying Chris is stupid, I'm saying he's impulsive, he needs to get rid of the big bad as fast as possible so he does). and Chris is very single-minded (again, not stupid) and he focuses on the big goal (end the big bad ASAP, to eradicate the threat and save people) not seeing anything else, while Leon gets distracted by every single living soul in need of help on his way to do the same thing. is one of them better than the other? of course not. they're just different personalities.

and I think that's so interesting about them, how they're on the same side, how they're fighting the same fight, but at the same time how their personalities show in how they do it. and not only personalities, but also Chris's militaristic background and Leon's more ...solo-approach (do whatever works :'D). there's such a good dynamic there, how they clearly respect each other and trust each other despite those differences in how they take action. and in fic, that translates to so many things, how Chris is so direct while Leon seems to need to withdraw and mull things over before anything else, if he can (he is also quick on his feet to make decisions if he has to, but it doesn't seem to be how he prefers to do things).

also, not gonna lie, that scene in RE6 where Chris immediately recognizes Leon while he hasn't recognized literally anyone else in his amnesia-riddled mind?? how can you not be moved by that?

of course, you've got to keep in mind that I'm just some random person who likes the pairing. the Chris/Leon fandom is not a monolith, and a lot of other people see the appeal in them differently than I do. if I've learned anything in my time in fandom, then it's that people have very, very different views to how their dynamic works and how their personalities are. to the point i sometimes question if we saw the same source material at all :'D there are a lot of prevalent tropes in the fandom that are not for me, at all, and a lot of characterizations I can't vibe with. there's a reason I feel like I'm outside looking in more often than not lmao.

so. what I'm trying to say, find the thing that works for you. there's a lot of fic out there, find the ones that you like, find the people who make your fandom experience the best possible one, and have fun!

I do hope this ramble at least made sense and helped some, I just woke up so no guarantees on coherency :'D

if anyone wants to add their own thoughts on Chris/Leon to this for anon, feel free to chime in.

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Breaking Dean Winchester

I've run into some who call "On the Head of a Pin" (S4:E16) "boring" — complaining that Dean seems detached throughout the torture of Alastair — or who dismiss the torture scenes as "gratuitous," a clumsy device to artificially ramp up tension with no other purpose besides distracting from an info-dump about the first seal. I believe these viewers are overlooking or misinterpreting crucial scenes, so I wanted to describe what I see happening in this episode & how it fits in Dean's larger character arc in seasons 4 & 5. [TL;DR at the end]

Start by recalling Dean's confessions in S4:E10 & E11. In E10, a distraught Dean admits that he broke under torture in Hell & started torturing other souls. Then, in E11, we get a separate scene where Dean goes a step further & confesses — with evident self-loathing — that he enjoyed it. He compares himself to the feral children living in the walls of the house in Ep 11 & says that he was worse than them, that decades of torture had warped him into something sadistic — that when he eventually picked up the knife in Hell, he liked torturing others: “All those years, all that pain… Finally getting to deal some out yourself? I didn’t care who they put in front of me.” He describes himself as torturing after that for the “sheer pleasure” of it. And it’s this that makes him feel like he’s unalterably tainted: “No matter how many people I save, I can’t change that.”

So when the angels ask him to torture Alastair, Dean's initial response is a harsh refusal: he's drawn a firm line between the things he did (and who he was) in Hell & who he is now. Nonetheless, we can intuit that he wants revenge on Alastair pretty badly — it’s not a far leap to imagine he’s spent considerable time fantasizing about it. After all, Alastair tortured him for decades, and Dean wasn’t exactly an “I don’t hold a grudge” kind of guy before that.

But Dean is stubborn, and his moral code is stronger than his desire to rip Alastair to pieces. So he says, “No.” And then he says, “No” yet again after being physically snatched from his motel & taken to Alastair. But then he lets Cas talk him into doing it anyway.

Why? Does Cas actually convince Dean that this torture is necessary? Objectively speaking, Cas doesn't make much of a case: he simply reiterates that Heaven says it's necessary & he's been told that Dean needs to be the one to do it. But Dean hasn't found "Heaven says you have to do this" to be a persuasive argument before.

Is it because it's Cas who's asking? While Dean respects Cas and is clearly developing a relationship with him, it's hard to imagine that the strength of that relationship alone would be enough to persuade him to engage in what he sees as dirty work. Cas has not yet aided Dean in circumventing prophecy (using Chuck's archangel protector to drive Lilith away from Sam's motel room), not yet tried to warn him about the angels' plans for him (only to get "dragged off to Bible camp," as Dean puts it), or not yet defied the other angels to free him from the "green room" in an attempt to avert the breaking of the last seal. Their primary bonding moment up until this point was Cas's confession in "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester" that he had questions & doubts about his orders, that he didn't know if Dean's choice was the "right" course of action, and that (despite his lack of knowledge) his personal preference regarding the town aligned strongly with Dean's choice.

Their most recent interactions, however, saw Cas trying to kill Anna Milton and, later (in "Death Takes a Holiday"), impersonating Bobby over the phone, which he acknowledges that he does because his own word does not seem to hold much weight with Dean: "Whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite." Dean clearly trusts & respects Castiel more than Uriel, but ultimately, there's little to suggest that Dean would (at this point in their relationship, at least, if ever) substitute Cas's judgment for his own.

So, why does Dean accept Cas's argument here? It doesn't seem far-fetched to imagine that he's deceiving himself about his own motivations — that he tells himself he's doing it for Heaven, or for Cas. Dean asks to speak to Cas alone in part because he doesn't want to show vulnerability discussing such a sensitive subject in front of Uriel. But perhaps it's also because he knows his pride won't let him capitulate in front of Uriel, and he wants to surrender to his desire for revenge. He wants the excuse to do everything he’s dreamed of to Alastair.

How else can you explain it? After all, he fought the angels a lot harder on many other occasions where they argued that it was necessary to do a bad thing so a worse thing wouldn’t happen. In "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester," Dean was prepared to defend his perspective over the Will of Heaven to the death. He told Cas & Uriel that their choices were to do it his way or kill him, but he wasn’t going to let them destroy the town — and he was completely unmoved by Heaven's claim that the destruction was necessary to avoid the risk of Hell on Earth. Why are things different now? He didn't believe then about Samhain. Why does he believe them about Alastair? Well, for one, Dean seems a lot more world-weary now: they’re losing the fight to keep the seals from breaking, he's just buried another friend, & his relationship with Sam is horribly strained. It's possible that he's just tired of battling things out with the angels. But I suspect that the biggest difference is that, deep down, Dean is hungry to get his hands on Alastair. That’s why the famously-intractable Dean Winchester is open to persuasion here. That's why he tells Cas, “You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out.” Because he’s afraid to become the person he was in Hell, and he knows it's a real risk here, because he knows he can’t be objective doing this. He wants to torture Alastair far too badly for that.

This tracks with the next scene: Alastair guesses immediately that Dean is there to torture him and that he’s afraid of what torturing will awaken in himself, and he’s delighted to reunite Dean with the sadistic streak he discovered in Hell (and suppressed upon his return to Earth). Meanwhile, Dean is trying to convince himself that he can stay detached. Ergo, the following exchange:

Dean: Answer the question.

Alastair: Or what? You’ll work me over? But then, maybe you don’t want to. Maybe you’re a-scared to?

Dean: I’m here, aren’t I?

Alastair: Not entirely. You left part of yourself back in the Pit. Let’s see if we can get the two of you back together again, shall we?

Dean does his best to project cool detachment, telling Alastair that he’s going to be disappointed, to which Alastair replies, “You have not disappointed me so far” and then attempts to provoke him, saying that surely Dean wants revenge for “all the pokes and prods” Alastair inflicted on him in Hell. When that doesn’t seem to penetrate Dean’s composure — this is obviously an expected line of attack — Alastair follows up with, “Well, then. How about for all the things I did to your daddy?” The camera pulls focus back to where Dean raises his head, stung. Alastair has struck the first successful blow.

We cut to Sam talking to Ruby and find out that he's not afraid of Dean becoming the “torture master” he was in Hell. Instead, he simply doesn’t think Dean has the steely nerves that Sam thinks he’d need to break Alastair with traditional methods, so Sam expects he’ll need to come to the rescue with the use of his powers.

Cut to Dean: Dean’s mask is back in place. Alastair is continuing to taunt him. Dean tells Alastair, “You can’t stall forever,” but it’s clear that Dean is the one who’s stalling, arranging the various tools on his cart, taking off & folding his jacket carefully, trying to work himself up to this. Alastair sighs wistfully over the impossibility of breaking John Winchester (even after a hundred years!) and muses that, afterwards, he expected Dean to be just as difficult to break. He gets a sly smile on his face, reminiscing that, instead, “Daddy’s little girl” broke in a fraction of that time. Dean opens a bottle of whiskey and drinks straight from the bottle, clearly lost in dark memories. His head is down and he’s practically radiating shame as Alastair coos, “Just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?”

Dean is good at turning shame into anger, though, and he sets the bottle back down a little harder than is necessary. His hands are moving with intention among his instruments now — no more stalling. Alastair crows, “Now… now we’re getting somewhere!” Then he scoffs at Dean for starting with holy water: “Grasshopper, you’re gonna have to get creative to impress me.”

This gets Dean’s attention. He looks straight at Alastair for the first time since we came back to this scene, his eyes alight, and says, “You know something, Alastair? I could still dream, even in Hell. And, over and over and over, you know what I dreamt?” Cut to Alastair, his face twitching in a nervous reaction. Back to Dean, who says sincerely — fervently — “I dreamt of this moment.” Cut to Alastair: The corners of his mouth are turned down; apprehension lurks in his eyes. Cut to Dean: “And believe me…” his lips curl up into a brief smile as he screws together the pieces of the syringe, voice practically dripping with a lust for cruelty, “I got a few ideas.”

We cut between the syringe filling with holy water & Alastair’s face. His expression is fully apprehensive now. As excited as he is to lead Dean down an evil path, Alastair is not actually eager to experience his student's mastery of the art from this end. Dean flicks the syringe a couple times and tests the flow, his mouth dropping open slightly as holy water squirts from the tip. We don’t get the sense that he’s stalling now, though. Now, when he takes his time, it’s because he’s savoring the moment. He walks up to Alastair, rakes his eyes up Alastair’s body, and says – with the syringe held high and the ghost of a smile on his face – “Let’s get started.”

Cut to Cas, who looks disturbed at the sounds coming from the room. (Note: Cuts during the torture sequences allow for the passage of time. It could be minutes or hours before we cut back.) When we come back to the makeshift cell, Dean is now — for the first time — the one taunting Alastair: “Let me know if you want some more... There’s plenty left.” Alastair snarls, “Go directly to hell. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.” Dean looks down, chuckling slightly, smiles to himself. It’s clear he’s past just doing a job that needs done and well into indulging in sadism. He's not even asking Alastair questions anymore — the only thing he's thinking about is his desire to cause Alastair pain.

Thus, we see the first 2 steps in breaking Dean Winchester achieved: 1) getting Dean to agree to begin torturing again & 2) provoking him into letting loose & indulging in the sadism of that torture, which he finds to be as bad as (or worse than) the torture itself.

TL;DR Rather than being unemotional, Dean is in fact deeply emotionally-invested in torturing the one who tortured him for decades. He wants to torture Alastair & he derives great pleasure from causing him pain. However, Dean's also deeply ashamed of that pleasure & disgusted by the sadistic streak cultivated in him in Hell. (Prior to season 4, we see him express similar disgust for sadism in others — most notably, Gordon.) This episode pits Dean's morality against his desire for revenge, with the angels tipping the scales against him & giving Dean just enough rope to hang himself with.

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Sorry not sorry you NEED to info dump me on prapapski I need to be convinced to watch this show. Im on the edge of getting into it, but im feeling lazy LOL. Push me into the void! Im ready!! Im immune to spoilers, just lay it on me XD

Well, you asked for it. Haha XD Putting it under a cut because this is long! sorry not sorry

First of all, PrapaiSky has, in my opinion, god tier relationship development. Prapai starts off as a total fuckboy, who is creepy to say the least, who becomes just the best boyfriend one could ask for to his Sky. I’ve described Sky before as a traumatized little bumblebee and I think it holds up. He can be prickly, standoffish and even downright mean, but he is also funny, fierce and an extremely loyal friend. He actually goes through the trouble and trauma of calling his ex to find out where the illegal street race is supposed to be taking place because Rain wanted to break in so he could fuck some shit up for Phayu. Sky, underneath it all, just wants someone who will love and cherish him. He has so much fear and anxiety and even depression linked to his romantic past. The way he acts is helpful in deterring most people, but Pai is not most people. XD

They start as a one night stand, that only happens because Prapai makes a bad (semi) joke/proposition after Sky chases Rain into the illegal race track. Sky needs to be able to leave without security taking him away and, it is implied, doing him physical harm/possibly killing him. Pai says he can get Sky out of the race but Sky has to do something for him. Implying but never outrightly stating that what he wants is sex, to which Sky agrees because he doesn’t want security to get him. This in itself does boarder on sexual cocertion, which is a big ass yikes, though it is clear through context clues that while Sky might not be happy to be put in this position, he definitely enjoys the sex, though he does not have a high opinion of Pai afterward. Which honestly, would anyone? I know I wouldn’t haha. Of course we realize later than even if Sky had said no to Pai, Pai would have gotten him out anyway because Pai is a lot of things but he is not that kind of asshole.

Ngl, Prapai is pretty creepy towards the beginning of his persuit of Sky. Like the first episode or so of their story (ep8 for the series as a whole), I want to smack Pai across the head and tell Sky to run very far away. But that does not last long and as soon as Sky realizes that Pai is just your home grown, organic, garden variety fuckboy rather than the actual scum of the earth that his ex is, he is more open to at least spending time with him, since Pai is so persistent in his persuit.

You see Sky is a domestic violence and sexual assault survivor, a fact he has told literally no one since it happened. Not Rain, not any of his friends, not even his dad. It’s often why he acts the way he does. He is very afraid to let anyone, including his friends, get to close to him emotionally. Prapai blatantly doesn’t listen to any of this, and keeps pursuing Sky because he genuinely wants to know Sky and wants to be with him. He is so tight lipped about it that he hasn’t even told Rain his ex is a guy. He doesn’t tell Pai about his past until the last episode, after Sky’s ex attempts to sexual assault him.

It’s around the time that Sky gets sick that you really start to see the kind of couple they will become. Sky gets sick due to his trauma. Sky begins to have nightmares around this time, which starts to cause panic attacks as well as insomnia. It is in part because of Pai insisting he be allowed to woo Sky. Pai still does not know about Sky’s trauma and thus thinks that Sky is just a tough nut to crack but if he keeps going he can do it. His smile is just so adorable that you mostly forgive him for his crimes, though I did side eye him a lot during these first few episodes.

One of the things I love about this part though is that, if you pay attention to what Sky is thinking about the whole situation, it ultimately isn’t even really about Pai, more the idea of history repeating itself. Sky’s self esteem and self worth, understandably, takes a pretty big nose dive in the wake of what happened to him and the things that Sky says to himself point to him not believing that someone like Pai could actually have feels for him, that there is no way Pai is serious about all of this. He just wants to have fun and get some sex out of the deal. Which is a big problem for Sky, because he, a) already knows exactly how good at sex Pai is and (I think anyway) would definitely be down for a repeat performance and b) is actually starting to really like Pai. He likes that Pai had an easy going guy who, on the surface at least (not just on the surface Sky), just wants to get to know Sky and have fun with him. He likes that Pai doesn’t react when Sky is mean to him, just teases Sky about it. He likes that Pai tries to bring him meals because he knows Sky is a college student in a really competitive faculty. He is terrified that he will get in too deep and fall in love again only to have the rug ripped out from under him and be left more broken and more damaged and more unloveable than he already believes he is.

Sky ends up fainting in class, which freaks the hell out of his friends, which are another friend group that I love, though they do not have enough development in my opinion. The problem is, because they are all in the same faculty, they have a lot of responsibilities in terms of school work and getting everything they need done. Sky can be excused because of his illness but the rest of them can’t. Rain ends up calling Pai to come and take care of Sky because someone needs to stay with him and Sky’s father doesn’t live close enough to Bangkok to come and Rain has too much school work that he won’t be able to finish if he tries leaving to get it and coming back. To Rain, Pai seems like the more logical option, since Prapai isn’t in school and thus doesn’t have those responsibilities. As well, Sky knows Pai and Rain thinks (only somewhat incorrectly) that they are close enough that Pai is an ideal choice to be Sky’s caretaker.

Pai gladly agrees and proceeds to take the best care of Sky he knows how to provide. Dude literally googles how to take care of sick people at home and even calls his mother because he doesn’t want to fuck anything up. The sick montage is so fucking adorable. As Sky starts to get better and better, the two spend more and more time together. Like Pai actually calls the president/CEO of his company (aka his dad because of course haha) about needing time off and ends up doing a whole bunch of work at Sky’s dorm so he doesn’t fall behind but also doesn’t want to leave Sky. The man dotes on Sky like Sky is the more perfect being in the universe (as he should!). Sky, for his part, starts to realize that Pai isn’t like his ex. That Pai is much better than his ex. He’s still not sure how much he’s willing to believe but oh boy is Sky falling even harder than he was before. It is definitely a “Prapai fell first but Sky fell harder” situation going on. It’s the best! At one point, Sky wakes up in the middle of the night to see that Pai has fallen asleep next to him on the bed, laptop open, papers everywhere, because Sky was holding his hand (because nightmares) and he didn’t want to go anywhere. Sky goes to touch Pai and ends up accidentally waking him up. Pai realizes the way he fell asleep and goes to clean up his work papers, only for Sky (who was pretending to still be asleep) to grab his arm and pretend to be having another nightmare so Pai wouldn’t leave. Don’t try and tell me my boy isn’t already completely gone over Pai, because you would be wrong! Boy wants to be close to Pai, but at this point, doesn’t have the words or courage to ask for the kind of physical and emotional closeness that he craves. With Pai caring for him though, he is slowly starting to find the words/build up the courage.

The funny thing is that Pai basically ends up a squatter in Sky’s dorm. He ends up there all of the time. To hang out with Sky, to eat with Sky, even just to sleep (which Sky makes him do on the floor haha). At one point, he manages to get Sky to agree to go out on a date with him and they still end up back at Sky’s dorm after. This also leads to one of the best of their romantic scenes. Prapai tries to draw wind on a piece of paper, and later Sky’s hand, but can’t because he was a business major, not an art student. He doesn’t know anything about art (Prapai’s brother, even makes a comment to him about how Pai would skip art class when he was in high school). Sky ends up also drawing an image of wind on Pai’s hand and Pai literally traces an image of it and gets his brother to make him a lapel pin of it. Boy is so fucking corny that when Sky sees it for the first time, Pai tells him it’s so everyone will know who Pai belongs too. Corny, but effective I suppose because while playfully embarrassed, it is VERY clear how much Sky loves the idea. Boy even shows up at Sky’s school during the end ceremony for the freshmen week, just because he heard from Phayu that it was going to go on all night and he was worried about Sky getting sick again because he is still recovering (which to be fair, literally all of Sky’s friends are worried about the same thing).

Even the rare time he ends up actually going home, Pai still ends up at Sky’s dorm. Granted it was because he thought something bad was happening to Sky…well he wasn’t wrong, just not the kind of bad that Pai was expecting. Sky got an extra assignment that day that was due the next day and that he will definitely not finish in time if he doesn’t have help…so he calls Pai, who races over because he thinks Sky’s hurt or dying and yeah no, he’s neither of those things. It’s also the first time we see him get angry with Sky and even then, boy manages to keep an absolute lid on the whole thing. It’s easy to tell he’s angry, but he keeps calm and explains to Sky that Sky needs to explain better when he panicking and he calls Pai. You know, cause Pai is very glad that Sky would think to call him and will definitely come no matter what, but god damnit don’t scare him like that next time Sky! Haha. Healthy communication! That’s the way to do it. And of course because your boy is a simp, he still helps Sky’s complete his assignment and even drives him to school the next day.

According to Pai, the whole thing is worth it because Sky kisses him. It’s a really cute scene where Sky asks what he can do to make up for making Pai panic and Pai jokes that as punishment, Sky should kiss him. He very clearly does not expect Sky to do anything of the sort, which leads to an adorably shocked expression when Sky actually does kiss him, pictured below. Boy even manages to score some more points when Sky tells that a single kiss, especially from Sky, sounds like a shitty rewards for helping him. Pai tells him that different people put different value on stuff and Sky is priceless to him. 👍👍 You go Pai, you win over your boy with corny lines and earnestness.

All of this happens around episode 10, which along with episode 11 are two of my favourite episodes of the series. These two episodes are, for the most part, the two of them existing in their little love bubble, getting to know each other and learning how they fit together. We get to see them develop their communication skills with each other a lot more, though it definitely isn’t perfect. In episode 11, Sky makes his last ditch effort to drive Pai away…by making him clean the bathroom in Sky’s dorm XD. Despite not really knowing how to clean a bathroom, Pai does it anyway, and then, on Sky’s orders, tidies up Sky’s entire dorm room. Pai wants to prove that he committed to Sky. But honestly who wouldn’t be, Sky is fucking amazing. Pai is committed to showing Sky that he’s in for the long haul, that he isn’t going anywhere any time soon, no matter how much Sky tries to push him away. He wants to be around Sky for as long as Sky is willing to let him be. It’s to the point where he almost refuses Sky when Sky finally says he’s giving in and is willing to have sex with Pai.

Sky literally gets on top of him and takes off his shirt and ya boy Pai is still trying to explain that he doesn’t want just sex from Sky. He wants Sky’s everything. He gives in though and the two of them have sex (read make love) because of course they do. Pai might be a lot of things, but he is not going to turn down sex with Sky, ever, for any reason. If his Sky wants sexy times, sexy times they shall have. This is also the nc scene where my icon comes from. It’s my favourite shot in this entire show. Fort and Peat act their asses off and you can really feel about much they love each other even if Sky is not ready to admit that he loves Pai just yet…and all they do is stare into each other’s eyes. I’m an deceased, bury me now, I am so gone for them it’s insane. I have no rational mind left. Leave me in this second, to stare at them as they looking into each other’s eyes. So much love unspoken but both know it’s there, even if they aren’t ready to fully talk about it. (I am in a glass case of emotion!!)

Episode 12 is…a wild ride. There are happy times, blow jobs if you watch the extended box set version of the episode but there is also the final test of their relationship which is literally Pai’s fuckboy past coming back to haunt him and Sky trying desperately to detect himself from Pai as a result. It all in the end leads to the endgame of the episode, which is Sky (after breaking up with Pai earlier in the episode) going back to his dorm for the first time in days, to find Pai has somehow got in (my money is on Joy, the dorm manager and grade a gossip who has been enabling Pai since day one, though Pai says he ‘found a key’ 😒), waiting for him. Turns out, yeah he found Sky’s journal and ends up reading out loud.

It’s a scene that I love because it completely lays bare what Sky has been thinking the entire time. How much he loves Pai, even though he doesn’t have the courage to say it out loud. I also hate it because it is completely heart breaking as Sky spends so much of it desperate for Pai to stop reading it out loud because he doesn’t want to be reminded of what he was thinking when he dared to be happy with Pai. Poor boy believes himself to be so unloveable that he genuinely questions if there is even a way for him to get Pai to only pay attention to him, to not get bored of him, to only love him. Like he could almost believe Pai was before he saw Pai seemingly cuddling close to someone on a couch at a party they had gone too. It was definitely a bone head move on Pai’s part, to allow his old hook up to get that close to him, but he also spends the entire scene attempting to gently disengage the other boy from himself so he can get back to Sky. Pai might have a master’s degree but he is also dumb as hell sometimes and is often nice to a fault and doesn’t want to be rude to the other boy. But remember, Sky is very traumatized little bumblebee who jumps to conclusions because his trauma takes over…trauma Pai still doesn’t even know he has!!! (Seriously, at this point the only thing Pai knows is that Sky dated someone in high school, that that boy is responsible for the nipple piercing that Sky no longer has in and that the relationship between Sky and his ex ended badly…that’s it!) (Side note, Pai is just obsessed with Sky’s nipples. This never goes away, not that Sky seems to have much of a problem with it beyond token protests lol).

This is also their “I love you” scene. After he finished reading the journal, Pai tells Sky that he loves him, after faking him out by saying he doesn’t like him anymore. (Seriously what is it with Pai and Phayu. Both used this tactic when telling Sky and Rain that they liked him. Rain almost cries, Sky actually cries.) Despite it all, I can’t get too mad at Pai for this. Again, Pai is many things, but his patients is not infinite and a little petty revenge when he’s still angry enough to say it, well I get that. After he confesses, he asks Sky how Sky feels about him, to which Sky, still kind of sobbing, though in relief at this point I think, admits he is also in love with Pai. Such a happy scene but even then, it still does break my heart a little as Sky also begs Pai not to leave him. Pai answers that he never will, and we as the audience definitely knows that’s true but it is still sad to hear Sky say it. Pai is a simp, there is no other word for him. Boy exists only to love Sky at this point…well he also works for his dad’s company and loves motorcycle racing but really that’s all secondary to just how much he wants to shower love and affection on Sky.

The two talk it out. Love to see them engaging in that healthy honest communication (takes notes Kim!). Sky might not be over his trauma, but even if Pai doesn’t know about it to reassure him and help him tackle it head on, Sky knows that he’ll be able to get through it as long as he has Pai and as long as he knows Pai is committed to him and loves him. Pai is never not going to be committed to you Sky, you have nothing to worry about.

We even get a shining example in episode 13 when after having another nightmare, Sky calls Pai and asks if he can come over. Pai literally drops everything (he was racing that night and if I recall correctly, doesn’t do a race because of Sky’s call. Not a big deal, but it definitely shocks Phayu) and races over (hehe). This show actually has one of the only real aftercare scenes I can remember seeing in a bl, as Pai help Sky to clean up after they have sex. Score another point for Pai over the asshole ex, as the ex never did this for Sky ever and always made him do it himself.

Look at the smile on those boys faces! They are so blissfully in love, it’s rotting my teeth as we speak! Of course this means that something else has to come in a fuck shit up and boy does the asshole ex ever fuck shit up. The first time Sky wants to go an watch Pai race, he runs into the asshole ex (who’s name is technically Gun, but I’m sticking with asshole ex). We get lots of flashbacks about their relationship and we get the full picture and turns out that not only is the ex an asshole, he also could be considered a groomer…As he was a fully grown ass man when they met, while Sky was 15-16. I think the asshole ex is about the same age as Pai and Phayu. The ages in this whole show are funny but if we assume that Pai is about 24-25 in present, than the asshole ex can’t be older than that, but is likely around the same age…which means he was at least 21-22 to Sky’s 15-16 when they ‘dated’. (The ages in this show really are fucky. We know Rain is 19 at the beginning of the series, but we never find out if Sky is older or younger than Rain. I’m inclined to say older but who the hell knows but they were likely born the same year. That puts Sky at 19, but also time has pasted since the start of the series, and they’re in their second year of uni now but no birthdays have been mentioned so ahhhhh! This is also one of those times we can’t use the actors ages as Fort, despite playing the older Pai was 21 when they filmed this series while Peat, playing Sky, was 25).

Long story short, the asshole ex all but kidnaps Sky. He comes up with an extremely convoluted plan to get Sky away from Pai, by tricking Rain into believe Pai is asking him via security guard, to take Sky back to his condo as Sky was saying he wasn’t feeling well (which after seeing the asshole ex, I would have said the same thing). Rain goes back to the race and Pai, being the absolutely amazing attentive boyfriend he is, realizes that someone lied to Rain in an effort to get Sky alone and together with Phayu and Rain, races to condo to save Sky.

There is a heavy trigger warning for abuse/IPV and sexual assault in this episode. While what happens in episode 8 is mild and could be considered either way depending on how you interpret Pai’s intentions and Sky’s reaction/actions, there is no such confusion with this episode. The ex gets Sky alone with the express purpose of fucking with him and assaulting him because he really is just that horrible of a person. Despite saying he “threw Sky away because he was bored of him” he still wants to continue to ruin Sky’s life because Sky finally felt safe enough to begin the long process of moving on. There isn’t any actual assault, the weather boys manage to get there before anything happens and stop him. With Pai almost beating the asshole ex to death. The only reason he doesn’t it because Phayu begs him not too. (You should have just done it Pai, the fucker deserves it.) There is however a flashback where we see the beginning of when the asshole ex’s friends (yes plural) assault Sky while asshole ex watched. It is difficult to watch, so proceed with caution.

Sky has gone kind of catatonic and Pai is the one who manages to get him to respond. He also takes Sky home, like to his family home, not to Sky’s dorm, where Sky is finally able to be honest with Pai about what happened to him. It’s a heart break but also heart warming scene. Listening to Sky explain in his own words what happened is heart breaking (like I cried the first time I watched this scene), but Pai’s response is heartwarming. Sky spends a lot of time insult himself and I absolutely love that Pai never tries to tell him he’s wrong. Like Pai knows Sky is wrong about the way he sees himself. He knows Sky isn’t broken or trash or any other awful thing he might call himself, but Pai also knows that just saying “no Sky you’re wrong, you are not those things” isn’t going to help in that moment. Sky will not respond well to being told that. So instead he is quiet and he listens. Really listens and affirms that he is there for Sky, that he isn’t going anywhere, that Pai loves him and Sky can love Pai. That Pai is the only one who gets to have Sky while they are together. (Another trauma by the asshole ex is that the ex tells Sky, right before he’s about to be sexually assaulted, is that he is bored of Sky and so he is letting his friends have his now broken toy…I really hate this man so much. Side note though, the actor who plays the asshole ex does such a good job. I really want to see him in more things, though hopefully not in a villainous role this time haha).

It’s a really amazing scene and once again Fort and Peat (especially Peat) brings their absolute a game. You really feel for Sky. Like I always wanted Sky to have nice things the whole time, for him to be able to move on, but after that scene. It increases tenfold, especially when you realize that while Sky’s life is not magically going to get better, he is not going to just wake up tomorrow and not be traumatized, he is going to be able to move forward. He finally has the support, space and feeling of safety he needs to truly be able to move on, not just for Pai or his father or his friends, but for himself. He wants to get better for himself and Pai is committed to making sure he is there every step of the way. Pai is committed to making sure that Sky knows that “the wind will always protect the sky” (not sure if that’s the direct quote from the show, but I’m pretty sure it’s pretty close).

(Actually footage of me approximately 30 seconds into episode 8.)

I really honestly love both couples in this series, but something about PrapaiSky has me in a chokehold. The growth the two of them have, not just personal growth but the growth of their relationship. They go from being this couple where one doesn’t know if he actually even wants to have sex with the other/wants to have him around/feeling like he needs to push him away to protect himself and the other is pushy and only barely respects the others boundary to a couple that understands each other and are there for each other. They figure out how to communicate with each other in a healthy way. They learn about each other, to respect each other. They confide in each other. While PhayuRain seems to be aware of some details of Sky’s past in the special episode, I definitely get the feeling that Sky never really tells them the whole truth about what happened to him. They know the broad strokes but nothing in detail while means that for better or worse, the only person Sky ever tells everything too is Pai. I know that Sky will have the courage one day to tell his father, and probably Rain as well, but that day hasn’t happened yet.

Prapai actually does a pre-proposal to Sky in the special episode. Telling him that he wants to marry Sky one day, really marry him. Pai really hopes that same sex marriage will be legalized in Thailand soon because he wants to be married to Sky in the eyes of the law too. Partly to get married but also partly to make sure he can continue to take care of Sky in the future, the way any legally married couple can. Pai also tells Sky that he is completely willing to wait until Sky is ready. Whether it’s after Sky graduates from school, or after he gets his first job or builds his first house, he doesn’t know, but when Sky is ready, he’s going to proposal for real. The thing that endears me to it even more, is that Sky even asks what will happen if he’s never ready. Pai just tells him that that’s okay because he’s going to take care of Sky forever.

Pai makes it clear from day one that he wants to be with Sky. By his own admission, it was mostly about sex at first. Sky was that one night stand that he couldn’t forget, but Pai realizes very quickly that he doesn’t just want sex from Sky. He wants anything and everything that Sky is willing to give him. It might take Sky a little while longer to really admit that he feels the same, but he does get there.

Pai is, in my opinion, in a lot of ways, the perfect match for Sky. He is pushy, but Sky needs someone who is pushy sometimes, to force him to confront things he knows he needs too, but would rather ignore. He needs someone who reminds him to take care of himself, to make sure he eats when he’s working and sleeps when he’s tired, even if he is in a time crunch for an assignment. Sky needs someone who will occasionally worship the ground he walks on, to remind him that the things he tells himself in the darkest parts of his mind aren’t true. That he has people who love him. That Pai loves him unconditionally and will not hesitate to show him.

Sky conversely is also perfect for Pai. Pai needs someone who is willing to call him out, who is doesn’t put up with his bullshit but can also be equally as playful and daring as he is. (I’m looking at you board room sex from the special episode and the implication that Sky planned and prepped for the whole thing.) Pai needs someone who forces him to mature a lot, to develop the kind of good communication skills you need if you want a working relationship. Pai needs someone to worship. He needs someone who will take charge occasionally, someone who knows who Pai is and knows how to interact with him better than he knows himself.

I am so not normal about PrapaiSky haha. They are just so good and while they may not be everyone’s cup of tea (and that’s okay) they definitely are mine. Both Fort and Peat do such a good job with these characters and are able to make me believe in these two in a way I don’t think other actors could. I’m going to be rewatching Love In The Air for a long time, and obsessing over PrapaiSky for equally as well haha, and I’m definitely okay with that

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hooked-on-elvis · 4 months

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[PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, almost nothing factual here, so feel free to skip it] I just had the cutest dream! Paul McCartney talking about EP 💭⚡

Disclaimer: This has barely nothing to do with real life, except for real life events and something about male hairstyles fashion trends in the 70s. I just found it a cute thing to have dreamed about this and wanted to share with you.

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So... I've just dreamed Sir Paul McCartney had shared a post on his Instagram account about Elvis. 😅🥹 That's one of those "out of the blue" dreams I wonder "how in the world my mind figured dreaming something like this tonight?" but anyway... In my dream, I was reading what Paul wrote. Those were the words:

"Much of my 70s look come from this magazine [he shared the cover of it, but I didn't see it clearly] I bought up before meeting Elvis in 1965. He shown me how to do it [the hairstyles] from the top to the neck. He was a very kind man." — (Paul McCartney in my head, just tonight *lol*)

That was it. It really sounds like Paul, doesn't it? LOL. I found it so cute! It doesn't make much sense a magazine from the mid 60s having info on what would be trending on male hairstyles in the 70s, at least not for me... maybe if it was 1969 it would make more sense. Still... that would've been such a cute to share about EP!

On male hairstyles from the 70s, well... it was pretty much overgrown time, either with the shaggy, blow-dried, mullets hairstyles and so on, serving hair was the word! also there was lots of facial hair, like those mutton chops and big mustaches, and the thing Elvis loved, made it trending and immortalized in history: the sideburns - ever so present with him since the 50s (except during the army years) and which grew bigger as he got older. So what could Elvis have had possibly teach Paul McCartney on 70s hairstyles? I wonder. EP was much about shaggy hair that time.

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Paul in 1969 and sometime around the 70s.

EP, 1969 and throughout the 70s.

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Now, back to talking about the dream... I saw pictures of Paul McCartney in my dream (which one I don't remember now), one picture he shared on this Instagram post, showing his 70s hairstyle, and I also heard his voice in my head while I was reading his words, but I didn't see or listen to Elvis at all. Many dreams I have about him are something like this. Either I see someone looking quite like him, and I know it's him in my mind, but I can't see the face clearly, or I hear the songs he sang but he never speaks to me directly, or I only face mentions of his name but none Elvis image or voice. I've never dreamed about EP in a clear way, it's either mentions or blurred images of him, things my mind knows but my mind doesn't show me. At least up until now - except this one time I had this moment I thought I heard EP talking directly to me - it wasn't a dream, but I couldn't see his face either. What a boomer! Maybe one day.

Anyway... I thought about sharing this just because it was a cute dream, to me, like I said. That Elvis/Beatles meeting at Elvis' home at 525 Perugia Way, Bel Air, Los Angeles, on 27 August 1965, remains a thing to our imaginary to try to figure out how it happened. Of course, we have some recollections about that night on books, some interviews with Paul too, but the details are important and those we'll probably never know. Can you imagine THIS ELVIS below teaching 70s hairstyle to Paul McCartney that 1965 night? 😅 He was indeed a guy that didn't hold back what he had, so I can understand how my mind figured Elvis would have teach Paul anything he said he was interested in, considering Elvis knew something about it. EP was a generous guy. I can understand too how my mind portrayed EP as a visionary. He was in fact quite one.

Elvis on movie set Frankie and Johnny June 10, 1965. | The Beatles. Press conference. Performance in Genoa June 26, 1965

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Side note: Yes, my mind reaaally figured out the year of that meeting correctly, 1965. Paul actually mentions the year in his "Instagram post" I dreamed. Now, fully awake as I write this down (I have this thing about writing all my interesting dreams), I couldn't say if the year was precisely 1965 so I had to Google it to be sure I had the accurate info before I shared this with you. My mind didn't give the details on day/month or address, clearly because in real life Paul wouldn't share this on Instagram, not on this kind of post at least. He was just sharing a curiosity about him that involved Elvis somehow, so the exact info didn't matter, but still... the exact year my subconscious mind knew about... when my conscious mind wasn't sure. I find it SO amazing how our brains works.

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What about you? Do you have any fun/cute dream about Elvis you want to share?

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#dream about EP #elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis #personal experience time

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lediableblancdotcom · 8 months

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I need some help! I am pretty sure I know the answer to this question, but I need someone to confirm or deny. Has anyone seen this set of trading cards in real life? They are said to be "Marvel Ultimate" released in 2019, 120 cards in the set, and are in Spanish language. There are only two sellers that have sold these cards, single or by set, and I am beginning to believe they are the same person. I think they are fake AF, but I could be wrong, them being released in another country from my own and all. I have seen slightly different images for the same card and the names are not consistent throughout the set (Gambit on the front, Gambito on the backs). I am about to scrap them, but if they are confirmed real, I would like to add them to the database. Anyone know? Update:

So I asked the guy selling these straight up if they were real or not and he told me they were distributed through the Peruvian newspaper El Comercio. He said they did several sets in the 2019 time period.

I am still skeptical.....

Now, El Comercio newspaper is the biggest newspaper in Peru and has released Marvel Books and materials, but those were all copyrighted and produced through DK. So you would think the cards would have some markings. Still searching with this "new information" NO ONE on the internet has heard of these cards EXCEPT for this one guy. Peru is a big country and El Comerico is a big newspaper, so you would think someone out there other than this guy would know about or be selling these cards. Also, Peruvian cards, especially Marvel, are released under Pepsi Cards....so you would think they would have a hand in something they have copyrights to.

I am still thinking these are SUS....I am going to hold on to them and not put them up on the database until I have some confirmation.

Update Update:

I talked to a few card dealers that know their shit and none of them have ever heard of this set and doing more research with the info I have pulled from the ONE person that has the set (the dealer selling them) I can find NOTHING that is outside his own auctions. There are not even images on google of this set that do not tie back directly to this ONE seller. So I am going to deem these card fakes made by the dealer or at least bootleg release. Either way they are not going on the site as legit cards. I will save the images and info I have collected, just in case something else pops up later that confirms there authenticity, but for now, no go.

FINAL UPDATE!!!!

Yes, they have been confirmed as really good bootleg cards! A wonderful man named David gave me the skinny on these cards. They are unlicensed, but good ones (which is surprising they put this much effort into bootlegs). They were released in Peru through newstands in card packs of 30, and marked Vol 1-4, making the 120 card set when finished. There was also a set of DC cards that was released the same way. So, all those that are unbothered by buying unlicensed goods, buy them if you want, but being unlicensed they will not be making up onto the lediableblanc database. Mystery solved!

#gambit #trading cards #x-men #marvel #bootleg

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luckyshotwrites · 9 months

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Ch. 81 // Can your hear me? // Day 55

Contents (Warnings): Lynette gets to go back to work (slight angst and teasing, g/t, blood mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,600 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Could not find one, because the tonal shifts. Sorry! If you have a suggestion though, I am all ears!

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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Alexander

It's bad enough when she's her normal height. Alexander perfectly pictured her barely at his chest. But now she's pretty much the size of an actual shrimp.

His hunger started to take hold because of how easy it would be to pluck Lynette off the table and swallow her. Her smell gave him that familiar giddy rush, so sweet and saliva-inducing. At least, that's the reaction his body always provided, and it'd never settle until he satisfied it.

What's stopping me? It's lunch. His hand lifted from the table, reaching toward her, then stopped before his fingers grazed her back.

Right.

He turned his head and yelled, "HEY, DRAKE, ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GET YOUR GAME OR WHAT?!" His eyes refused to leave her. Then he smirked and snapped back from the sass Drake dished out. Glad you're back to your asshole self.

"And you say I stare a lot." He heard her voice whisper.

Alexander rolled his eyes, "You're tiny, you know how te-"

"I don't need an explanation!"

You brought it up. Alexander thought, rolling his eyes.

"Do you know what we are playing?" June lowered himself down to the table's curved edge. His eyes were the only thing visible, as well as his fingers tapping at the surface of the wood.

"Drake didn't mention what game it was." Lynette said, "I don't even know if it's something I can play."

Probably not. He has nothing to gain if you lose.

Alexander slid his eyes over to look at June, who was on his left side. "What are you betting?"

June popped up, "Betting?" It took him a second. "I forgot you guys make silly bets!"

"Silly," A hushed grumble escaped her. "I'm sure they'd call it fun."

He tipped his head to the side and rested his thumb on his right temple, "you mean annoying."

"What else am I supposed to-" She shut her lips and moved her eyes elsewhere, "you guys just get some weird kick out of torturing me."

His smile ticked up, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He leaned over the table, closer to her, "If anything, flaunting your damn scent everywhere and not letting me eat you is torture."

"I don't want to get eaten, Xander!" Her squeaky statement popped from her vocals. She still lacked the necessary knack for yelling.

"Then quit."

She flicked in his direction again. Her tongue pressed at the inside of her cheek. She looked to Claudia, then back to him. A flame of stubbornness in her eyes. "I'm not going to quit."

"Then don't complain about it, I have to eat, and you're convenient."

She shivered, "you don't have to."

"I do; why else would I eat people. For fun? That's fucking stupid."

He saw her expression drop into confusion. He rewound the words he said in his head. Why are you looking at me like that?

"What?"

June spoke first, "I don't think eating people for fun is stupid; you can keep them close inside you. Like a big hug."

Lynette's lip quivered, "that's one way to see it."

"Your friends sound weird," Alexander said.

Claudia came over next to Alexander, "I sometimes eat people for that strange sensation inside."

"Course you would," Alexander said. He eyed the black-haired male who approached the table, "Are you about to tell me you got some weird ass reason to eat people too or what?"

Drake put the rectangular white box with no lettering down on the table. "No." He put two hands on either side of it. "I drink from people when I need it...or if they deserve it."

The second part made Alexander chuckle, "deserve it." He took another glance at the tiny human in the giant breakroom.

Lynette met his stormy blue hue. She backed up closer to June and stammered, "I've done nothing to deserve it!"

Alexander smirked, "never said you did, shrimp."

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Lynette

It was the first round of Jenga.

"You asshole!" Alexander cursed. The tower toppled over when he grabbed his first piece.

Lynette fought to contain her laughter. He's going to get me back worse tomorrow if I laugh.

Drake, however, didn't hold his back. He cackled and even added, "Mind fixing that for us?"

Alexander mimicked the request mockingly. Lynette watched the black wooden blocks stack back in place.

"You're fingers are too fat to grab the pieces." Claudia further teased, standing next to him. She quickly plucked one of them out effortlessly.

"I'll use these fatass fingers to choke you, you little demon," he uttered, carrying a scowl.

Claudia stuck her tongue and placed her piece at the top.

It was Lynette's turn. She stepped closer to the tower. Given her size, she couldn't reach past the fourth row.

She put her hands out to press at a piece but was quickly scooped up from behind. She yelped.

"I can help you, Lynette. Which piece do you-"

Drake interrupted June's chime-in, "if you make an error pulling it out, it would be on you, not her. So, she has to do it."

June gently lowered her back onto the table. "I didn't think of that, sorry Lynette."

She felt relieved to be on solid ground again.

She turned and smiled at June, "Thank you anyway, June."

She studied every piece at her eye level or below and walked around the tower until she locked onto one. She dropped down to her hands and knees and wormed her way into the bottom middle piece.

It slid out easily. It was a good thing for Lynette, too, as one of the rules was as soon as you touched a piece, you'd have to take it out.

Drake put it on top for her and continued to his turn.

Lynette made sure to step back in case it fell.

The redhead thought she had a chance until she noticed Claudia taking from the bottom rows too. Purposefully.

So, unfortunately, Lynette couldn't grab anything higher and had to admit defeat.

She pouted and sat with her back on the empty chair across from Alexander. Glad to see you back to your regular shenanigans, Claudia. Lynette said in her head, wearing a pouty expression.

And not the next round after; Claudia was out too.

She walked to the chair behind Lynette. Claudia dropped her chin on the table, "that piece looked loose."

"It's Karma for taking my pieces." She said, feeling relieved to see June and Drake against each other. Neither of them would eat me.

Claudia's slightly pursed lips slacked her speech, "ib bus bun knee-" She lifted her chin to correct the problem, "It was funny to see you reach for the higher pieces."

I guess being friends with you doesn't necessarily mean we're on the same side, huh? Not that Lynette didn't expect that. Her lungs released a little levity, "at least Xander's out too."

The suntouched fae snickered, "Yeah." Then her shoulders raised, and she gasped, "oh-oh-OH!"

She plucked at the back of her shirt and brought Lynette back dangerously close to her face.

"Claudia-"

"I'm waiting for them to approve some of the things I left at my old house," Claudia whispered to Lynette. "That includes the thingie I was working on for Mr. Meanie."

Lynette's struggle died down. The redhead peered across the way at him. She chose to ignore all the times he took glances at her. He's more focused on the game right now.

"Thingie?"

Claudia bobbed her head like a fishing bobber in water, "you think I fully forgave him for wasting that siren potion? No way." She poked Lynette's abdomen with her free hand, "If I get the item back, you can make a bet with him, and when you win, he can't eat you or anyone for a little while."

Lynette glanced back, "R-really?"

"Yeah! You just have to pick a bet you'd win...and speaking of bets." She put her cheek to Lynette's tiny body, "When is it going to be my turn?"

Lynette answered without hesitation. "If you come on Monday, that'll work." The tiny human didn't want another day with one of Lev's games.

The suntouched fae let go of Lynette and hopped in her seat. It startled Drake, and he accidentally toppled the tower.

His head slowly turned to Claudia.

Claudia nervously chuckled, "...sorry, Drake."

...

Lynette rode in June's pocket after that. He had asked her if she wanted to be eaten, which she politely declined. Much like before, and to her relief, he didn't try to eat her anyway.

I know Xander would never let go, but the morning crew would be perfect, besides Beatrice.

Lynette did recall the bit of unease she had with Zane. He openly admitted to eating humans.

I'm sure it'd be scary if he had his focus on you, especially if he's as cunning as Zilla.

She heard June's voice from above. He was no longer swaying, so Lynette figured he had finished sweeping.

"I just realized I never asked how have you been, Lynette?" June pulled open the pocket slightly to peek down at me.

Her forest green eyes met the slime's bright blue. A lot has happened since I last saw you. She felt like she had been gone for at least a year.

Each memory held the sting of a freshly opened wound, some at which she still left the dagger inside. There are things she hadn't mentioned to Wicks, specifically Ace, or how fast she was sliding down a hole of distrust.

She even felt ashamed of her thoughts when she held Kalin back. She didn't want that to be the last time she saw her family.

Claudia deserved a chance.

And her mind refused to unpack the whole situation with Lev. Lev, not so much. She knew that wasn't entirely true, she wouldn't treat him with any malice or hate. Just ignore him when possible.

After noticing June's gleam, Lynette realized her lack of response and replied quickly.

"Uh," she cracked a fresh, crisp smile. "A little hectic but fine; how about you, June?"

He took a second, almost like he picked up the very subtle trembles in her voice. He cheerfully smiled, "Great so far! And it will be even better next weekend. I'm going on a trip with Elliot to see some of his family!"

Lynette smiled, "that's sweet." June's joy brought upon her own.

I should strive to be the same. Then Lynette remembered her situation and sighed. But it's not like I can fully relax being here. She let out a yawn. If I'm staying, I have to prove that I can.

Lynette heard her ringtone, and June let go of the pocket. He was on the move again, retrieved her from the pocket, and put the phone next to her on the counter. It was right near the dishwashing station where Drake was.

She went to swipe and answered it the best she could. Oh no, it's Wicks.

...

Drake

He eyed Lynette from behind his bangs. He watched her fail to swipe once. He went to dry a hand on his pants to help her, but she had it.

He immediately recognized the voice she put on speaker. "Lentils." The bean?

"hey, Wicks..." Her nervous sputter told Drake that she had some guilt.

"I haven't received an update yet."

Lynette pressed at her phone case, "I forgot and remembered when you called."

"I didn't." The uptight anxiousness flicked with each word, "If you're going to be hanging out with those Monsters, I want to make sure you're okay."

Those monsters. Drake grumbled in his head. However, upon further evaluation, he couldn't help agreeing.

He honestly wanted to blame it on Lev and Alexander and call himself a saint. That's bullshit. If she didn't remind me of... His head dropped. The suds below his fingertips occasionally popped.

The sounds around him, conversations, whirling of items, and anything else were repelled from his ears.

A disgusting frustration crawled up his vocal cords. It tried to pry open his lips.

"Drake."

He swallowed back the taste of those bitter words, and his wine-red eyes floated from the suds to her face. How long was she talking to me?

"Yeah?"

The melody of her unsteady beats played in his ears. Nothing irregular about them except for her unease.

"Hey, Bat Boy!" Alexander's voice rang from beyond the kitchen door rim.

Drake flicked back with annoyance, "What did you just-"

"I was calling you," Alexander studied both Drake and tiny Lynette near the sinks. "What's-"

Drake held his discontent and sighed, "What did you want?"

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It took a little while for Drake and Lynette to get to his house. He had gotten the cage from Alexander earlier. He was surprised Alexander even kept it and remembered to bring it.

He hadn't gone on a hunt like Alexander, either. He went straight home, got dressed for bed, and, much like before, sat wide awake in bed. He wanted to sleep but felt too restless. He tossed and turned, every so often glancing at the cage. He couldn't silence his thoughts. He even considered going to his hidden room in the mansion.

I could imagine the ridicule if Lynette knew what was in there. He placed all his pillows in a pile, wrapped his blanket over his head, and every pillow he could reach on top of it. It didn't do much, but his body eventually passed out after two hours of that method.

...

The room was dark, with what he believed to be mannequins scattered about. Though every one of them had been struck with heavy Gaussian blur.

He kept his distance at what seemed to be the center of the room. He assumed they were all facing away from him.

"Heya, flawless." The sound came from his left.

His anger sizzled like a few drops of water on a bonfire. He whipped his head in that direction—nothing moved.

"Over here~" The voice cooed now to his right.

Drake's nose scrunched. He flicked in that direction. "You suck at this, don't you? I bet short fuse would have caught me already."

"Shut up."

They whispered near Drake's ear, "What, still haven't accepted how weak you are?"

Drake swatted at the side where the whisper came from.

"That's why everyone doesn't even see you as a threat." It sounded like it came from everywhere.

Drake searched and searched. The abandoned room with torn wallpaper felt like it was spinning. He managed to strike a few of the mannequins in the room.

Their supply seemed endless.

He huffed, about to yell for the curly-haired blight to show himself, but then he felt a finger stroke past his hair at his neck. "no one will take you seriously unless you can kill me.~"

Drake let out a harsh bursting hiss, "then-STOP-MOVING!"

His claws extended out and struck the person behind him. He twisted them inside their chest with a sick satisfaction.

Though foul-smelling, their blood was something he had been waiting to see. His eyes flicked up to their face. He wanted to see the terrified pain they felt.

Then, his body froze. The only thing that moved was his smile. He was the one shock had struck.

He didn't even flinch as they coughed up blood onto his face.

"Al...Alex-" His throat locked up.

His best friend fell backward from his clawed hand. Drake couldn't hear his heartbeat.

"GOOD JOB," his enemy came from behind too fast and pieced into Drake from behind with what looked to be a sword. "Flawless." They said.

Drake gripped at the blade that tore into his throat. Once his blood fell, the mannequins were no longer blurred. They all turned in his direction to watch it.

"Now that he's out of the way, let's give the people what they want, shall we?"

The laughter boomed as the sword was brought up his neck and split his head in half.

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Hey, you, thank you so much for reading. I'm glad I put out a story that people can enjoy! I hope you continue to enjoy it as WE have a LOT more to go! YOU BETTER KEEP PROSPERING! (Nonnegotiable, as always~).

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