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wroteclassicaly · 3 years

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Waves of Blue (Andy Dolan x Reader)

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hair pulling, face slapping, slight choking, mentions of drug usage, & angst.

A/N : AAAAAAHHHHH! I have found the post that teaches you how to add a read more on mobile! Shoutout to the person who told me about that! You know who you are! ^_^ Anyways, I am so gonna be posting more, even if it’s harder because I have to write the fics on my phone, versus my laptop, lol. I stumbled across the song Waves of Blue by Majid Jordan, and my ass was emotional af (I have included some of the lyrics here in blue!) I obviously don’t own the song/lyrics!

The song was the kick one of my drafts needed for extra inspiration! And so, I bring you the start of this mini fic! It won’t be very many chapters. And I will probably re-visit for a prequel, to write out how the reader and Andy first hooked up. But I wanted to try something different and start my fic with their relationship already ongoing. Hopefully it doesn’t suck, haha.?

I haven’t felt this inspired for a Cody character since Michael Langdon! I adore Andy’s traumatic, cocky, angsty, hot mess ass! And I really wanna explore the creativity he’s bringing me! Lemme know what y’all think? And give the song a listen - I’m in in love with it!

Forgive me if there’s some mistakes, loves! I’m nervous about how I’ve written Andy, and how the smut is. Hope y’all enjoy anyways!

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The rain is a glittering array of shimmering moisture as its presence is pouring down on the roof of your apartment. Your knees are knocked tightly together, jean fabric digging into flesh. Your phone is perched face down atop your legs, vibrating messages you don’t care to read. They’re not the ones that you want to see. You tilt your head back, the tears redirecting themselves down the sides of your cheeks. You turn your gazing direction to that silk robe atop your bed - a reminder.

“It’s just a fling, love.”

But it can’t be, can it?

You have to laugh at yourself. Isn’t this what every girl asks themselves when they’re dumped? Rare is an exception who steals the other person’s heart and changes that exterior they carry. Your phone vibrates again and that raging anger to match the ruby red color on his robe that rests on your bedroom sheets - it charges your energy like a violent strike of lightening! Your hand launches your phone into the hallway outside your bedroom door before you can stop yourself.

“There’s your fucking fling, dumbass Andy Dolan!”

You try to hum to fight off the incoming intrusive thoughts, to ignore your ringing phone in the distance, but it’s to no avail. You’re getting more overwhelmed with the pain by every agonizing second. Your fists clench into the leather armrests below. It’s too much, you can’t bear another second of this shit. It doesn’t matter that it’s raining, it doesn’t matter that you have over fifteen unanswered recent calls from Andy since you threw your phone - unbeknownst to you.

You snatch the stupid silk robe from its place and begin your knowing journey with the excruciatingly expensive item, having already made up your mind. A quick removal of your keys from the hooks beside your front room door and your bare feet seem to lead you - heart first - into the downpour. Your clothing is soaked the instant you step outside. Mumbling all the way to your SUV and clutching Andy’s silk garment becomes your saving grace to help anchor your focus. If one can be focused in bare feet during a thunderstorm, erratically throwing her car into reverse.

The drive to his place of privacy - his sanctuary - the cold place you once used to help him warm. It doesn’t take you long. With your tires grinding against soaking asphalt, country beach roads whipping past you, and your angry windshield wipers struggling to keep up with your car’s pace - Andy’s gates come into your sights. You’re trembling, too upset and geared to go for a turn around now. Andy didn’t change the security, so you let yourself in, abandoning your car just inside, doors open and interior carelessly being soaked.

It doesn’t matter. I just have to tell him this.

That’s your mantra for continuous approach. You round the long expanse of beautiful greenery, waves crashing violently in the distance, a love affair to collide with this storm. Your simple outfit of blue jeans and a baby blue tank top are beyond recognition, weighted down by the sopping wet summer. The shivering begins to thrum along to an invisible, but very present humming inside you. It’s that feeling, the one you know all too well.

Andy Dolan.

Like when you first met, you begin to tremble, letting your limbs move you accordingly. Making sense is last on the priority list. Normally, you would have a thousand conversational scenarios laid out, but that’s not the case. Rushed on purely raw need to tell him - no - inform him, that is what is in charge here. The soft grass is squishy between your toes, a tickle from each freshly mowed blade, water in the distance smelling like salt and flowing freedom.

Every sense is heightened for you right now. Your limbs are heavy, yet your footfalls are light, carrying you with a quick grace. You don’t bother with the front door, opting for his usual back door hang out. It’s a few more minutes before your destination is reached. That’s when you hear him screaming, his voice in high distress, hard and rough against the accent. Your chest heaves to cage hammering heartbeats that you can’t keep up with.

“Motherfucking ANSWER ME!” He shouts, ripping the phone from his ear to redial.

You rolls your eyes, assuming it’s a dealer, or whomever he would rather be with than you. After all, he’s the one who said he just needed an ideal situation, not a relationship.

“Y/N... come on, don’t be a fucking cunt! I need to tell you something, please!”

Almost on cue the song drops loud on his fancy speakers in the house, freezing you to your spot.

I wanna hold you close

Don't wanna let you go

Be with you night and day

'Cause I've been feeling so low

Don't have to ask me twice

You really take me there

I wanna touch your light

I wanna breathe in your air

Andy angrily taps at his phone again, almost growling, reminding you of a wild animal. That’s when you’re snapped into your remaining senses, moving up and onto his deck, standing just feet from him. It takes him a few seconds to look up and see you through the rain. You can’t bring yourself to go any closer, afraid to let go right away. That’s how it is with Andy, you always give in.

You cut him off before he even gets a chance.

“Fuck you, Andy.”

Damn, was that really what you worked up the courage to dangerously drive yourself here to confess?

His lips purse a popping a noise, eyes widening in surprise at your word choices.

“I really fucking hate you.” Is what you give him, finding it easier to take steps now.

He still doesn’t speak as you approach, almost as if he’s recoiling. That wild animal within Andy Dolan. He’s not used to this. You can barely see through the rain, feeling like a moron. The movies make it look so dramatic, but you feel like you’re a wet dog on the verge of catching a cold.

It does good at numbing you though, almost shielding you from those haunting blue eyes. You swipe a hand across your face to clear your vision, and take that final step onto the deck with him, now just on the other side of where he stands in the doorway. That’s when he decides to speak, his voice softer than you’ve heard. It echoes his exhaustion, his surprise.

“You’re not the only one that feels that way, Y/N.”

You shake your head in disbelief, both of you not daring to make that closing gap. You would douse his body with yours; wet and cold. You’d be lying if you denied the shiver that attacked you, drawing your body in like a magnet - helpless to its every move.

“Don’t give me this kicked puppy front. We’re all human beings, Andy. And I didn’t fucking deserve you cutting your baggage open and just... dumping out whatever you felt like on me and then letting me go.”

Fuck.

He inhales sharply, head tilting in this sadness you seem to understand within the moment. It steals your breath, a pain punching your ribcage, causing your heartbeat to skip a few. Your jaw twitches as you turn away to gather your bearings, starting back down into the yard.

Why the fuck did I come here?

I'll be holding you tight

When the night is through

Andy takes a deep inhalation behind you and that catches you, dragging you right back. Before you know which end is up you’re turning back around and striding across the pool deck and right into your former lover. Andy meets you in the harsh rains, his hands cupping your neck so possessively, that you can’t remember a time where this hot mess of a man wasn’t bull dozing your life apart. You grasp his face in your palms, that unshaven stubble prickling your flesh. Your mouth meets his, his phone becoming ruined and forgotten as he lets it fall to the ground beside him.

His strong arms path down to encircle your waist, pulling you in from the weather, bunching your t-shirt up until it’s pooling around your tattered bra. You raise your arms to help him discard it, the heavy wet noise it makes when it collides with a nearby pool chair is enough to make Andy gain his surroundings.

“Stop, stop. Are you fucking high?” He asks you, a cautious pause.

You shake your head. “Aren’t you?”

This is when he scares you with a solemn silence you weren’t aware he could possess.

“Andy...” You push your fingers through his damp curls.

“No, I’m not. I was just about to... when you didn’t answer.”

Almost as if he can’t take revealing that bit of truth, he thumbs a bra strap down your shoulder - deliberately slow. Your skin stings with the line of goosebumps that it brings, your own hands struggling to push that stupid ass identical robe off his broad chest.

“I should fucking rip this.” You say, causing a smile to come from him.

“Rip it and I’ll put you on your knees.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” A challenging look presses your features, but Andy intercepts, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling your hair back. You feel the ache crack from the tips of your toes, hot wired into your cunt - direct express.

“You need more marks from me.” His mouth caresses your jawline, stubble catching the underside when his lips find your neck, a stimulation that you have become accustomed to craving.

His teeth bite down, a few seconds more where you feel him cleaning his evidence with a light set of kisses.

“There we go.” He scrapes his milky white teeth across your ear with a whisper so hot that you bow into him; knees weak.

Your bra is the next thing to fall somewhere, your jeans following. Andy doesn’t wait for you to even kick them off, his fingers sliding into your lace panties to see how much you still need him. He licks his lips, eyes closing in pleasure, a familiar stroking rhythm unraveling from the tips of his fingers.

“Shit, that’s a good girl. Even when you hate me you still need me, don’t you?”

The cockiness makes your wrist snap and palm collide with his cheek. You’re riled up, he’s riled up. Something you know he likes. “Like you fucking needed that?” Is your retort.

He groans out, a honey wet dip in his tone. “Only you can fucking touch me like that, Y/N.”

Lightening flashes through the darkened midnight skies, rain pounding across the surface of the pool to create a special beat. Andy finds your mouth in desperation once more, working your underwear down in a frustrated jerk. His fingers part your slick folds and ease into you without any warning. You look down to watch his strong forearm flex in its working marathon, back and forth between your thighs.

We'll be riding the tide in the sky so alive

On waves of blue (waves of blue)

I'm in love with the thought of being in love

In love with you (love with you)

You can bring me along for the rest of your life

If you wanted to (wanted to)

You let go and give into him, not daring to question why you came here in the first place. You know why. Andy has stopped his touches, watching you with that lowered stare he gives. His body is glowing from the neon lighting his home harbors, his creamy skin glistening with rain water. He’s hard through those silk pants, nothing left to the imagination.

“Take them off. Now.” You command him.

He can’t hide the greedy smirk that appears on his lips, not taking his eyes off you as his pants and boxers disappear in one go. He is gloriously hard and thick. You almost want to laugh at your cliche salivating tongue. Andy brushes your wet hair off your temple, his hands moving down your body in a tapping massage - reaching their target to hook behind your thighs.

He lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist. He’s panting rapidly, nosing your neck. He grips himself, teasingly stroking your cunt to gather your arousal. You stutter on an exhale, unable to breathe out properly. It’s jagged and broken, much like your rationality.

You stop him when he attempts to press inside you. “Tell me again,” You plead. He looks at you in confusion. “Say I’m just a fling.” You finish.

“Y/N...” He struggles.

“Before you fuck me, I want you to tell me what I mean to you, Andy.”

It’s hard not to just fucking forget this and let go, let him take you, both of you get what you want and not have to deal with anything else. But you need to hear it. You want to know how much you’re not worth anything to him. You need to hear it more than you need to find out how much you mean to him. That’s what you came here for...

His enriching ocean eyes are glossy with desire, with something else you can’t place. They pin you into a set of shakes. You grip the hair at his neck’s nape.

“Everything.” He says it all at once, bringing your hand down atop his to help him line up, as he fucks himself into your cunt, stretching you with that delicious drowning burn.

You're no good for me

You got what I need

I just wanna be with you

You cry out, vision sprinkled with an array of floating shapes. Andy drives you against the door, hips slamming so hard you know you’ll be bruised before the night is through. You keep one arm around his neck, lowering the other to encourage him to hurt you deeper, nails clawing at his lower back, shredding the skin. His face stays buried in your neck, stubble adding to each motion he makes inside. You cling tight, using all your strength.

It’s slippery, it’s unstable, you can barely hold onto one another, but you manage. And that moment when you finally can’t keep yourself up, Andy lets you slide down, bringing you into the floor of the doorway, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, pressing in so hard you can’t contain the tears that roll from the corner of your eyes, coasting. He’s familiarized himself with how you come undone, even before you knew.

“You’re drenching my cock, baby. You need to let it go?”

You don’t answer, causing him to grip your throat.

“When I ask you something I expect an answer. You remember how this works, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes! Please, Andy!” You don’t pride yourself now.

He guides a hand across you, as if he’s tuning a fine instrument. Your stomach quivers with a passing of his fingertips, engaging in a butterfly filled stomach clench. You’re tensing up, anticipating. Desiring.

“Fucking do it! Show me how much you still need this...” He trails off, dropping to rest his chest against your breasts.

“Even if you don’t need me.” It’s a counter thought to your need to hear him say he doesn’t want you.

“I’ll always need you.” You push him onto his back with newfound strength, and pin his hands above his head, your hips bouncing so hard that you can feel his firm structure beneath. That’s right, this is exactly what you have to have.

He’s damn near whining now, squeezing your fingers tightly. “Y/N.”

It’s a warning you don’t need. You lean down to steal a kiss, leaving him further winded, nudging his nose with your own, breasts smashed to between you two. Andy gives a silent agreement, dropping a hand down to quickly rub your clit. Your heartbeat is so out of control that you can’t hear anything but your own cries as you cum all over Andy’s cock. He follows with you, holding himself, keeping you there.

He’s shaking when it’s over. You can’t find coherent speech capabilities.

I'll be holding you tight

I'll wait this through

You stay resting on top of him, still keeping him inside. You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you know that there’s no going back now.

This is just another beginning...

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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Okay so you already wrote me an AMAZING prompt fill, so feel free to disregard this for any reason and I promise I won’t be offended in the slightest, but if you’re still looking for prompts would you mind doing something for #10 with hurt Obi-Wan + a character of your choice?

Ahhhh of course!! I’m glad you liked the first one and I hope this one meets expectations oh lordy

From this various prompts list.

(Prompts are currently closed.)

Obi-Wan ducked his head as a tank blasted the cliff wall behind his back, raining debris in all directions.

“Obi-Wan, are you all right?” Anakin shouted over the comms.

Obi-Wan waited a moment longer, sliding down between two large rocks and covering his head with one arm. “Yes, I’m fine,” he answered. “Nobody else was in range?”

“No, just you,” confirmed Anakin. “I still don’t like this plan.”

“We’ve been through this,” Obi-Wan replied with a sigh that crackled over the comm line. “Ventress and Dooku have both taken too much of an interest in you recently. Your mech hand still isn’t fully repaired. It doesn’t make sense for you to—”

“To break into a hopefully abandoned Sith Temple all alone?” Anakin retorted. “Nobody should be doing that! You could’ve at least taken Cody.”

“I’m faster alone,” Obi-Wan said patiently, looking around to check that the cliff wall wasn’t about to crumble as he prepared to leave his hiding place. “The rest of you are the distraction. You think I’m pleased that you’re down there fighting while I’m up here?”

“I don’t know, old man, seems like you’re skipping out,” Anakin said sarcastically.

“Hey, now, there’s no need for—”

There was a warning thrum in the Force around him, a desperate call for his attention, but it was much too late. There was an arm locked around his throat, and he had stood up too soon, or too late, and Obi-Wan gasped as the arm constricted, cutting off his voice. Another arm reached and yanked his lightsaber from his hand. There was a clattering sound as it was hurled away, far out of reach, and before Obi-Wan could focus enough to summon it back the arm returned, wrapping around his chest and pinioning his arms to his sides.

“Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan!” Anakin was shouting, but he couldn’t focus on that, not when he couldn’t even breathe.

The person holding him snarled in his ear as he thrashed, almost breaking loose.

Obi-Wan was dragged backwards across the uneven stones of the mountainside, and his legs were kicked out from beneath him. Obi-Wan slammed into the ground and his attacker was suddenly above him, using his weakness and the advantage of gravity to keep him still, one arm still pressed over his throat.

Maul.

Red and black and eyes filled with manic fire, sharp teeth bared in a triumphant grin.

Obi-Wan struggled, panic starting to flood his veins, but Maul only snarled, his grip like iron. “No,” he hissed. “Not this time. This time you’ll stay put long enough to truly suffer.”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin screamed again.

Maul swung one of his mechanized legs forward and stamped on the comm unit, breaking it and Obi-Wan’s wrist and radius in one brutal move. Obi-Wan would have screamed if he had the air, but even as he struggled again, his vision began to flicker, and the world went dark.

At first, Obi-Wan had believed he could endure pain. Not forever, he knew, but for awhile — he could bear it —

—he could outlast it —

(Not forever.)

Maul took his time.

Maul had studied pain, his own, others’, knew how to trigger terror and agony with only a light touch after just a few days, just a few —

(How long?)

He thought he could depend on his mind, on logic to carry him through — he had been dragged into a Sith Temple, watched the doors swing shut, felt the Darkness clawing at his mind while Maul clawed at his body — but — only —

Qui-Gon was dead.

He was dead.

(How long had he been dead?)

It was Obi-Wan’s fault, he knew that. He knew that.

When would someone open the doors? Anakin was coming for him, he knew he was. Must be.

(Might not be?)

Bruck was dead and Cerasi was dead and he was not good enough to be a Jedi and he tried, and he tried, and he tried and tried and tried tried tried but Qui-Gon was dead, and he had not slain a Sith —

It was so dark.

So Dark.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t feel his

limbs

did he still have hands?

when would —

Anakin was dead.

He didn’t know how he knew but he knew.

He knew.

He knew and knew and knew and it was so dark and he couldn’t breathe and everything hurt and why was it so dark what had he done when and where and why and what was he supposed

to do —

— and what was his name?

please open the door

Anakin thought he must surely die on the spot, standing here looking at Obi-Wan and feeling the weight of his failure and the expanse of Obi-Wan’s anguish strike him.

He was surprised his heart did not give out. His legs did, though, and he stumbled and fell next to his Master, what was left of him.

Emaciated, bloodless, burned and cut and half-crazed, electrical scars like the pale veins on the inside of leaves marking his arms, his legs, the side of his face.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes.

They were so blue, even bloodshot and squinted against him, shockingly blue in the midst of all the blood and ruin.

“O-Obi-Wan-n-n,” Anakin stammered. “Obi…Obi-Wan, hey…” unthinkingly, he reached up and stroked the hair plastered to the pale forehead with blood and sweat, brushing it gently aside with shaking fingers.

Obi-Wan did not look at him. He was squinting directly into the light, through the doors Anakin had rent apart in a burst of uncontrollable power driven by a week’s worth of rage and fear.

“Light,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Did… d-did som-meone… op…open… the doors?”

“Yes,” Anakin said, drawing in a shaking breath. And then another, and another, desperately fighting not to burst into tears, to crumble like a child. “Yeah, I opened the doors, Obi-Wan.”

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan looked at him, now, and something lit up in his eyes.

“Oh,” he said. “It’s you.” And he smiled.

“It’s me,” Anakin promised, and he went back to stroking the creased forehead, heedless of the filth and grime.

“That’s good,” said Obi-Wan. He blinked slowly, refocusing on the light, seemingly unable to see the people rushing all around him, not processing it when the medics began to arrive.

“But,” said Obi-Wan, still gazing into the light. “Who am I?”

Anakin’s heart constricted to the point of physical pain, robbing him of breath. He shuddered. The hand on Obi-Wan’s forehead paused, but with supreme effort, Anakin managed to hold himself together long enough to say, “Shhhh. Don’t… don’t worry about that right now. Just hold on. We’re going to get you out of here.”

“Oh,” murmured the shell of Obi-Wan Kenobi trustingly. “Okay.”

Anakin waited until the medics had carried him safely away and the troops had cleared out before he staggered to his feet, clutching the broken comm unit he had discovered all those days ago. Then he slammed his fist against the ruined altar, breaking bones in his hand, and screamed.

The walls of the Sith Temple shuddered.

#don’t mind me #just beating the hell out of my beloved #star wars #my writing #writing prompts #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan and anakin #darth maul #tw torture #tw blood #tw electrocution #tw broken bones #tw memory loss

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sergeantgoggles · 2 years

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I am going to be very predictable and ask for Codex ❤️

There just isn't enough Codex these days. Let's kick it back to the OG gay clones, shall we?

1. What’s a random headcanon you have about either of the characters, and how does it play into their relationship?

Cody loves the stars. He can name each of them in every system and the stories behind every single constellation in the galaxy. When Cody needs time alone to sort things out in his head, Rex can always find him on the observation deck on the Negotiator, sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and looking out at the stars as they go by.

2. Do they have nicknames for each other?

Cody calls Rex “cyar’ika”, and Rex, despite being the younger of the two of them, calls Cody “Cod’ika.”

3. What song(s) fit this pairing the best?

“Far Too Young To Die” by Panic! At the Disco

4. If you were to take these characters and plop them into another fandom, what fandom would you put them in and why?

Ooh, I do have my share of AUs with them, but maybe a Final Fantasy, specifically Final Fantasy IX, considering the cloning aspect of the game’s plot. Ooh, yeah that’s fun to play with…

5. What tattoos do they have? (Canon or not canon)

Cody has “Kote” written in arubesh from his chest to his naval. Rex has jaig eyes flanking his naval and over his hips.

6. How does one react to finding out the other is dead?

Neither would take it well. They would both hide it inwardly, and Rex might shed a tear or two in front of his General, but behind closed doors both of them would scream and fall apart. It would be absolute agony for them.

Cody would blame himself for not being there, go over everything over and over again to find the flaw in the plan.

As for Rex, I feel like he’d abandon the GAR. Without Cody, he has nothing to fight for anymore. He doesn’t want to fight for a galaxy that Cody isn’t in.

7. How often do they stare lovingly at the other?

As often as time will allow them. They’re so stupidly in love and giddy about it.

8. Do they send the other loving/cutesy messages?

All. The. Time. Rex is a sap and sends Cody little messages anytime he has some free time and they’re apart. Cody pretends like it annoys him, but it really makes his heart skip a beat reading Rex’s messages.

9. How do they make the other laugh?

They often recount battle tails and stupid shenanigans their men get up to. Rex always has the best stories when it comes to Torrent Company, It’s secretly why Cody hasn’t given them a proper reprimand in over a year. His source of entertainment would be gone.

10. What does a date look like between these two?

Any time that they can get alone is ideal. Preferably with a hot meal and a bed, so splurging on a hotel room for a night while they’re on leave together isn’t unheard of. They’re both simple men, so a quiet walk in a park on Coruscant hand in hand or Cody taking Rex to see a bar to watch a sports game is enough for them.

11. What is their preference in position?

Rex lifted in Cody’s arms, back pressed to the wall, and legs spread. Cody likes to prove he’s still got the strength and stamina to hold Rex and fuck him senseless.

12. Do they have a particularly favorite kink they like to explore?

I’ve toyed with a lot of ideas with them, but I think my favorite is public sex, anywhere where someone can watch them. They both get off on breaking that “untouchable” vibe they give off as higher-ranking officers.

13. Which one of these two is louder?

Cody, actually, though Rex is pretty loud, too. Cody gets so into it that he can’t help the moans that tear from his throat, especially if Rex is taking control.

14. Who initiates intimacy more often?

Rex, but Cody answers in kind almost every single time.

15. What kind of intimacy is preferred between these two?

Slow and sensual sex that makes their toes curl and their loins burn with desire. Bodies pressed intimately together, skin gliding over skin, hot breath mingling as they kiss.

#codex #cody/rex #commander cody #captain rex #star wars: the clone wars #clone wars #sw: tcw #clonecest #clone/clone #cloneshipping #headcanons #headcanon ask #maplerosekisses #antis block and dni thnx

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inkformyblood · 3 years

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i will wake in the morning

Cody doesn’t want the chance to hurt Obi-Wan after the man steals him away from the Empire, but the Jedi still hasn’t learnt to keep hold of his lightsaber. And old habits die hard…

Pairing: Codywan

Day 03 Prompt Lightsaber (Post-Order 66)

@codywanweek

“Cody!”

The man beneath Obi-Wan shudders and jerks but doesn’t wake, his hands stretching up to push at the Jedi’s hips in a futile attempt to move him away. His eyes are open and as black as the void of space, a harsh cry tearing from his throat as his back bowed, the bones of his spine cracking in a biting melody.

“Mhi kyr’amu… Mhi kyr’amu cuun Jetii. Ni kyr’amu—“

Obi-Wan’s heart shattered in his chest, already broken and barely healed from the previous night, but he pressed it down. He had known that this would likely happen when he stole Cody back from the Empire, unable to see the man he loved put through further pain when he could stop it, but it still hurt to see him like this, trembling in his arms and fighting a battle Obi-Wan couldn’t help him with.

He couldn’t afford his weakness to hurt Cody further, so forced himself to focus, stretching out a tentative hand to draw a thread of the Force to them, honed to a sharp point like a scalpel.

It was clouded around them, a swirling miasma that danced with the frequent sandstorms that Obi-Wan found himself shrinking away from when he previously would have curled into its embrace. Despite the darkness, however, Cody shone.

He was brilliant, the soft blush of a Coruscanti sunrise mixed with the vibrant oranges of his armour. Obi-Wan reached for the blight in Cody’s mind, felt the man pull against his hold, and Obi-Wan curled forward, drawing him into kov’nyn and pulling at the remains of the chip in the same motion.

Cody gasped, the noise catching in his throat like he had been shot, and he went limp against Obi-Wan, his head falling backwards and his hands falling away from Obi-Wan’s hips. For a moment, Obi-Wan couldn’t breathe, the sudden silence ringing in his ears before he became aware of the slow rise and fall of Cody’s chest.

Tears burned at his eyes, overwhelming relief flooding through him, and Obi-Wan bowed his head, resting for a moment as he listened to the reverberation of Cody’s heartbeat. His skin was tacky with sweat, and a dull ache radiated through his hips, bringing with it the promise of vibrant purple bruises, but none of it mattered.

Cody was radiant in the pale light of the three moons that spilled through the small window, and he moved to curl around Obi-Wan as the man slipped from his hips without a moment’s pause.

They were both burning, their skin sticking where they pressed together, but Cody only clung tighter. His curls brushed against the soft underside of Obi-Wan’s throat, his beard rasping against Cody’s skull when he moved closer. One leg was thrown over his hip, and Obi-Wan followed the curve of his thigh with his hand, settling on Cody’s waist.

Sleep came quickly, blanketing them both with the hope of a gentler tomorrow.

Morning brought with it the gentle patter of a rare rainstorm and, for a moment, Obi-Wan could believe he was in his room at the Jedi temple on Coruscant with a small flock of birds balanced on his windowsill as they ate from the feeders, seeds scattering onto the cool stone. Reality broke with the familiar scent of sweet fruit, and Obi-Wan’s mouth watered, his stomach growling in a reminder that he had skipped the evening meal last night in favour of meditation.

His clothes were carefully folded on the small chest in the corner, and Cody’s were noticeably absent. Instead, the linen trousers he wore at night were in their place, the heavy dark stitches at the ankles lined up with mechanical precision. Obi-Wan got dressed quickly, leaving the collar of his shirt open before stepping into the main room and pausing.

Cody had tied his loose shirt just below his ribs, his elbow brushing against the knot at his side as he swayed while he cooked. A small plate of fruit rested on the countertop, the flesh already carefully exposed and the skins placed on a separate plate for the bantha’s, and Obi-Wan thought he could not love Cody more. It was overwhelming and terrifying and eternal in a way he had never dared to imagine before.

“I know you say I don’t need to thank you for being there, but thank you,” Cody said, glancing over his shoulder as a warm smile unfurled across his face. He was beautiful, and Obi-Wan crossed the floor in an instant, wrapping his arms around Cody’s waist to kiss him, tasting the sweet stickiness on his lips, swallowing down his laugh when Cody leant back against him.

“You are worth the effort to take care of,” Obi-Wan promised, lightly bumping his nose against Cody’s. This close, he could see the new lines at the corners of Cody’s eyes and at the corners of his mouth, and he moved to kiss them, Cody’s eyelashes brushing against his cheek.

“You are forgetting something though, Obi-Wan.” Cody spoke his name like a prayer, hesitant and filled with awe that didn’t detract from the note of amusement coiled through it.

Obi-Wan hummed a questioning noise, distracted from answering properly by kissing down Cody’s shoulder. Scars littered the man’s skin, some only able to be felt as he ghosted his lips over them and some shining silver through his half-lidded observation.

Cody raised his shoulder, a silent obstacle in his path and lightly bumped his head to Obi-Wan’s. It wasn’t a new habit they had fallen into since coming here; the casual touch of a hand when the fall of Obi-Wan’s robes covered the gesture, tapping their shoulders together when it could be mistaken as the swaying of the ship, but it felt different now.

It was different now.

“Have a look and tell me.” Cody’s voice had fallen into the same cadence he used with the newer troopers, a gentle encouragement mixed with expectation, and Obi-Wan sighed, grief threading through his heart at what could have been. This wasn’t the life he had pictured for them in the rare moments he let himself look beyond tomorrow.

Turning, Obi-Wan’s gaze darted over the interior of their home. It was small but functional, barely larger than four strides between the walls. Above where Cody was cooking, cupboards had been cut into the walls, yellowing plants hanging between the packaged spices. A low table — the surface worn and twisted by an ocean that hadn’t existed in centuries — sat in front of a small couch, the fabric worn and stained. In one corner, two metal chests sat, one a faded orange and the other a bright silver, but remnants of the sterile black coating still lingered around the bolts. On the far wall, the door to the fresher was tightly closed while the door to their bedroom hung ajar. Nothing was out of place.

“My dear, I’m not seeing what you’re talking about.”

Cody laughed, a deep chuckle that rumbled through them both like a tremor. His hand was warm as he reached to twine his fingers through Obi-Wan’s. The skin on his palm was hardened, but there were patches of softness in between.

“This.” Cody raised their joined hands and pressed them into the side of his thigh where Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hung. “You forgot it out here. Again.”

Obi-Wan nodded, forcing himself to breathe slowly, willing the frantic fluttering of his heart to calm.

“I’m a soldier who can’t shoot.” Cody’s voice was flat, closed off, and his grip tightened on the knife as he cut through the end of the piece of fruit with a harsh snap. He had whispered to Obi-Wan weeks ago, surrounded by the twisted remains of his blaster, his hands trembling, that whenever he tried to shoot, he saw Obi-Wan through his scope, trusting and loving and unsuspecting of the danger. “I can’t protect you like I used to. But I can still do this, and I can still love you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me, Cody. Just having you here with me, knowing that you love me and I love you, that’s enough.”

Obi-Wan paused. Even without looking, he could sense the frown on Cody’s face, the words he wanted to say getting tangled in his throat.

“I know we spoke about it before… But I would like to train you to fight with a lightsaber.”

Cody froze for a moment before forcing himself back into motion, pulling one breath in through clenched teeth and then another. Obi-Wan could remember every moment Cody picked up his lightsaber, the Force singing in exaltation, but he had only wielded it truly once: a single swipe, his teeth bared and blood trickling from a fresh cut in his head. He had been glorious.

“I’d like that, cyare.”

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scatter-the-stars · 3 years

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Hi! I have a prompt. Kurt and Blaine hate each other but somehow can't stop having sex.

They’re not fuck buddies. Fuck buddies would imply that they like each other. And liking each other would mean being civil in any way to one another. No, what they are is fuck enemies. They are two people who hate each other’s guts, but seem to keep falling into bed and having the hottest hate sex that is born from, not from fighting, but from despising each other. That anger and hatred they have for each other fueling their intense, hot fucking.

If he could change things, make it to where he doesn’t come the hardest because of Blaine Anderson’s cock, he would. Because the last person he wants to give him the kind of pleasure he’s been experiencing this past year shouldn’t be at the hands of the guy whose life he would happily watch fall apart.

This wasn’t even meant to happen. It was a stupid fucking drunken mistake he made last year at a Fourth of July party. Only an inebriated him would let Blaine bend him over the arm of their friend’s couch in the pool house and fuck him until he screamed so hard he went hoarse and ruined the material of the couch. Never would a sober him spread his legs for someone like Blaine.

That’s what he thought. What he wanted to believe.

Until a two weeks after that first time when he let Blaine fuck him up against his front door while he was perfectly clear-headed and thinking straight. That moment was born of weakness, and being horny. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Blaine had fucked him. Couldn’t stop his traitorous body from being affected and remembering the way Blaine made him feel. How his cock felt inside him.

Blaine knew too. Knew what he wanted as he watched him with a knowing smirk the entire night they spent with their friends having a small get together.

He tried to deny it. Not only to Blaine, but to himself. Tried to buy the lie he told Blaine when he confronted him in his kitchen and said You want my cock again with a grin on his sinful lips.

His reply of Fuck you was said with such seething vehemence, that for a moment he believed the anger he put into the words. Believed he could forget what Blaine gave him. But his body betrayed him when Blaine roughly grabbed his chin and yanked him close until he could smell the cologne on his skin and the red wine on his breath.

Blaine’s fingers on his chin roughly dug in without a thought or care to the pain he was causing. He saw the enjoyment in Blaine’s eyes when he let out a little whimper when he squeezed hard enough to elicit a sharp stinging pain. He hated him for causing him pain. But hated himself even more for enjoying it; for wanting more.

The words I can make you moan like a whore again harshly spoken with cocky pride into his ear had him seeing red. Not at the spoken words of truth. But at his body instantly reacting and desperately wanting just that. At his stomach clenching and cock throbbing.

He was proud of himself for managing to say I don’t want shit from you without skipping a beat, or with a shaky voice.

Blaine saw through his bullshit, though. Pushed him up against his front door with no resistance after all their friends had left and fucked him until he came around his cock twice.

That night, Blaine fucked him to six Earth-shattering orgams that left him angrily sated. And pissed off that he wanted more from the guy he loathed completely.

That night started what they share now.

They fuck. That’s all it is. All they want from the other. Barely show any civility to the other while it’s happening. It’s only about getting off. About scratching that itch the other seems to be the only one that knows how to perfectly scratch.

Wild animals in heat is how he would describe it. How he sees what they share. There’s no deeper meaning to when they fuck other than to achieve what they want.

No one knows. None of their friends or family. Not even the guys they both tried dating in the past year. Both of whom who were quickly dismissed from their lives when they realized they couldn’t get from those guys what the other gave them.

He can still remember the proud and smug smile on Blaine’s lips when he showed up at his door two months into being with James. Glared at him while stepping into his place. Bit and clawed at his skin to show his anger while he fucked him so good that he screamed out his release in a way James never came close to making him do.

Blaine fucked him five times that night. Smacked his ass in such a rough way that it seemed as if he was punishing him for attempting to try and find what he knew only he could give him. Filthily whispered into his ear Only my cock can make you feel this good while ramming inside him.

He broke up with James a week later.

The proud smugness that Blaine wore in that encounter was returned in kind when he saw him try to attempt to be with a guy called Cody. Wore it without guilt when Blaine showed up on his doorstep a few weeks into his relationship. Growled into his ear My ass is the only one that squeezes your cock perfectly while he angrily fucked him.

He wasn’t entirely sure what Blaine was angry about. Didn’t really care. Assumed he hated that his relationship with Cody wasn’t going to work out. Whatever the reason, he gladly took the punishment Blaine doled out on his ass repeatedly that night. Enjoyed every orgasm Blaine gave him.

They fuck. It’s nothing more and nothing less.

Currently gripping two rungs of his staircase as Blaine fucks him, ass already sore from the two other times earlier, he lets out an obscene moan when Blaine sinks his teeth into his shoulder and roughly bites down on his flesh. His ass grips Blaine’s cock as pain shoots through him.

Sweat dampens and beads over his skin. His heart pounds and lungs try to take in breathfuls of air. His body aches from the two times they’ve already fucked. But hungers for the orgasm Blaine is working him up to. Chases after it like a dog chasing a fox; desperate to catch it and bask in the joy of catching it.

Blaine covers his hands on the rungs. Squeezes tight as he rolls and grinds his hips into his ass. Gently bites along his shoulder to his ear. Nips at the lobe. Growls, “This ass missed my cock.”

Kurt turns his head and glares at Blaine. “I haven’t missed shit from you.”

Blaine smirks and chuckles. “Then why did you come so fucking quick the first time I fucked you?”

“Fuck you!” No way will he ever admit that he missed Blaine in any capacity.

Kurt cries out when Blaine slams inside him so hard there’s a hint of pain that follows the movement.

“You’re a mouthy little shit, you know that?” Blaine grabs a handful of his hair and yanks his head back. Drags his teeth along the exposed column of his throat. Bites at his jaw. Growls in an angry voice, “Maybe I should shove my cock into your mouth to shut you the fuck up.”

He narrows his eyes at the guy he simultaneously wants to punch and beg to fuck him harder.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he snarls in reply.

Blaine lowers his mouth to his. Not to kiss him. But to bite his lower lip. Sinks his teeth into his soft flesh deep and hard enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste that hits his tongue when he runs it along his abused lip thrills and excites him in a way he would never have anticipated before he started screwing Blaine.

He clenches around Blaine at the taste.

Eyes screw shut and he holds in a moan when Blaine runs his tongue along his lip; licks away the drop of blood gathered there.

For a brief moment he imagines what it would be like if Blaine covered his mouth for a kiss. How would it feel? How would it taste? Would Blaine’s mouth fit perfectly against his own the way his cock fits perfectly in his ass? Would it feel as good as when Blaine fucks him?

He lets himself wonder for a few seconds before dismissing those ridiculous thoughts.

He doesn’t need Blaine’s kisses. Doesn’t need those questions answered. All he ever needs or wants from him is what he’s already getting.

They don’t kiss. Never have and never will. Because kissing is intimate and personal in a way they don’t want to include in the fucking they do. Kissing is crossing a line they don’t need to cross.

Blaine’s other hand drops and wraps around his aching, throbbing cock. Grips it tight and strokes the hard flesh in the way he loves.

Kurt shoves into his tight fist. Continues to chase that release he so desperately wants. Grips the rungs of the staircase harder as he chases and chases and chases. His hands ache and body thrums. His cocks throbs hard and balls pull tight.

Just like a band pulled too taut, his body snaps. He screams as his release slams into him. Thick, hot jets of cum erupt from his cock and coat Blaine’s fist. Paint the wall in front of him. Pleasure ripples through him until it’s all he knows for several minutes.

After, after Blaine comes and pulls out of him, after he gets rid of the used condom and does up his jeans, he pulls on the robe he was wearing when Blaine knocked on his door. Walks to his kitchen for something to drink while Blaine finishes putting himself together.

There’s no small talk or formalities. They don’t thank the other for a good time. They go their separate ways like they always do.

By the time he leaves the kitchen a minute later Blaine is gone.

****

“Blaine is coming.”

Kurt glares at Owen, his best friend, three days later at that news. “Why?”

“Because he said he wasn’t doing anything tonight. So I invited him.”

He lets out a huff of indignation.

Owen just rolls his eyes. “I still don’t get why you two hate each other? Didn’t you two go to the same high school?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?” Owen curiously inquires for what seems like the millionth time in the four years since Blaine and him met up again.

“He’s an asshole is what happened,” he replies before downing the rest of his drink.

Blaine joins them twenty minutes later. Kurt takes one look at him and walks away. Ignores his amused chuckle.

Instead of thinking about the guy who ruined his life in high school, he drinks and dances the night away with the cute guy who catches his eye. Lets him pull him close and roam his hands all over his body.

The guy’s touch in no way affects him. There’s no thrill or pleasure. Only a blank nothingness.

Although he wants to go home with the guy, he already knows who he’s going to go home with. Knows who he’s going to pick. Like it’s a choice to begin with.

That’s how a few hours later he finds himself at Blaine’s place sinking down around his cock.

“Knew you wanted this cock.” The corner of Blaine’s mouth tips up in a cocky grin.

“Fuck you!”

As he looks at the face of the man who betrayed him all those years ago, Kurt finds himself wondering, not for the first time, how different things could have been if Blaine wasn’t such an asshole and a coward when he was younger.

Would they have actually liked each other? Would they have been more than the friends they once were? Would they be in love?

He grimaces at the idea of being in love with Blaine Anderson. Hates even the thought of it. Never in his life would he ever lower himself to having any kind of feelings for Blaine outside of hatred.

Hips lift and lower. He repeatedly slams himself down on Blaine’s cock. Rocks and grinds down on it. Grips the back of the couch and increases the force. Shudders when he manages to hit his prostate.

Big, strong hands roam down his back and grab at his ass. Blaine plants his feet on the table in front of him and roughly thrusts up into him. Shoves himself as deep and as hard as he can over and over again.

Hazel eyes blown wide with pleasure stare up at him. He hates those eyes. Hates the pain-filled memories they bring up every time he looks into them. Hates that they haunted his dreams for years. But really fucking hates that those are the eyes he has to look into to get the pleasure he wants.

“I fucking hate you,” he says with every ounce of truth to the words.

“Fine,” Blaine replies, the least bit affected by his words. “Hate me while you finish riding my cock.”

He rides Blaine until he’s crying out with his release. Until he’s spasming around his cock.

They don’t say a word to each other after. Only sit there and wait until the other is ready to go again. Go upstairs to Blaine’s bedroom and fuck their continued anger and hatred for each other out on the other.

*****

They continue on like that for weeks. Have angry, hate-fueled sex to get that fix they need. Barely speak to each other in their normal lives.

Until it all comes to a head in the last days of summer. And the hidden truths of everything is revealed.

At the beach party Owen is throwing, bottle of beer in hand, Kurt scowls when he sees Blaine walk out of the house and towards the small group that has formed around the bonfire Owen started.

“What’s with the pinched face?” Vince asks when he notices his angry look.

“Owen invited that asshole.” He tips the bottle in the direction of Blaine.

Everyone looks to where Blaine makes his way closer to them.

“You ever going to tell us why you two hate each other so much?” Claire asks. “What the fuck happened to cause such animosity and anger?”

Kurt waits until Blaine is close enough to hear him before he answers. “Blaine took upon himself to humiliate me in high school.”

He looks to Blaine and sees the guilt fill his features as realization dawns on him what is going on.

“How?” someone asks.

He looks away from him and back to his group of friends. “He asked me to prom. Which was a big deal for me because Blaine was the most popular guy in high school. And I was a nobody. The outcast because I was the only out gay kid. You get the gist.” His friends nod their heads. “Anyways, I think nothing of it because Blaine and me are somewhat friends. And I thought, Hey, maybe he’s been hiding who he was and wants to come out.” He looks to Blaine and glares. “I was wrong.”

“What happened?”

Kurt never looks away from Blaine as he says, “Before prom, I went to Blaine’s house because he said he wanted to take pictures. Imagine my confusion when I get to his place and all his friends and half the school is there. I stood on his walkway and had red paint poured over me by him.” He looks back to his friends, who all now look at Blaine with their own anger. “He fucking Carrie-d me. Laughed while saying Did you actually think I wanted a faggot like you?”

“Kurt-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” He moves his arm before Blaine can grab it. His anger for Blaine renewed in a way that feels as if he’s that gullible eighteen year old on Blaine’s parents’ walkway.

Before anyone can say or do anything, he turns and bolts for the house. Inside, he runs up the stairs and into one of the empty bedrooms. Shuts the door before sitting on the other side of the bed; hidden from anyone who may come looking for him.

Knees hugged to his chest, he cries through his hurt and anger. Cries for that young boy whose life was ruined. Who was traumatized to the point of missing the rest of his senior year of high school. The young boy who truly thought he was wanted by the guy he was secretly in love with.

He snorts now thinking about how ridiculous he was for thinking he ever loved Blaine. Because when he looks back on what he felt for him, it wasn’t love. It was a deep attraction and nothing else. A strong lust that felt like love to his teenage self.

He was stupid then. But not now. Now, he knows better. Knows not to fall for any of Blaine’s charms or looks. Only sees the guy he uses to get off.

When the door opens some time later, he knows who it is without having to look. Isn’t sure if he wants him there or not. Feels a mixture of anger and desire swirling inside him. Because no matter how much he hates Blaine, he still wants him. His traitorous body still craves his.

“Kurt…”

He hears the bed dip. Doesn’t look. Keeps his eyes on the view outside the window in front of him.

The silence between them stretches on for minutes that feels like hours.

Blaine finally speaks. “I have to tell you something.”

“I don’t care for anything you have to say,” he replies, infuriated. “Go away.”

Feet hit the floor. He thinks Blaine has left only to be surprised when he steps in front of him a moment later. He glares up at him.

“Go away,” he repeats.

“No.” Blaine drops down in front of him. Determination on his face. “You’ll hear what I need to tell you.”

Rather than fight Blaine on this, too tired to do so, he looks at the wall and waits for whatever Blaine wants to tell him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for what I did to you in high school,” Blaine says, guilt and regret in his voice. “There is no excuse for what I did. For how deeply I hurt you. I was an asshole back then. And I was so fucking scared of who I truly was and what I felt for you that I did anything to hide those feelings. I did what I thought was necessary to protect myself from anyone possibly figuring out who I really was.”

Kurt looks at him and snorts. “Scared, pathetic jock. How fucking original,” he sarcastically states. “So fucking scared of what everyone else would say or think. Tell me? Was Daddy part of the reason you hid?” When Blaine looks down, he knows he has his answer. “Of course.”

“We all aren’t you, Kurt. We don’t always get the great dad who understands,” Blaine defends.

“Don’t fucking put this on me. You could have done things differently. But you chose the cowards way out.”

“Yes, I did. And I regret that choice every fucking day. I regret…” Blaine takes a breath. Sits back on his ass. “I regret that it took you away from me. That I never got to tell you how I felt about you.”

Curiosity gets the best of him. “How do you feel about me?”

“Kurt…” Blaine licks his lips as a hint of nerves shows in his features. “I’ve been in love with you since we were seventeen. Since that first night I gave you a ride home from work.”

Kurt thinks back to that night. To the fear of walking home alone in the dark that was quickly replaced with relief and a sense of safety when Blaine pulled up beside him and happily offered to drive him home. Remembers how his heart raced and skin flushed at the sexy, popular jock taking notice of him in any way.

“You hate me,” he says in a soft, confused voice.

Blaine lets out a low chuckle. “I don’t. I never did. I didn’t want you knowing how I truly felt because I knew you would chew my heart to pieces.”

“You’re right.” That’s the truth. If he knew how Blaine really felt about him, he would have never allowed what they do to have happened. Would have purposely ripped his heart to shreds to return the pain he had inflicted on him.

A loud silence follows Blaine’s confession. They sit there just breathing and not saying a word. Kurt listens to the distant sound of waves crashing to shore and his friends' laughter.

Blaine is the one to break the silence. Asks, “What now?”

What now? That is the big question. What happens now that the entire truth has just been laid bare at his feet.

Some part of him wants to stomp all over that truth. To do what Blaine feared he would do and break his heart. But another part wants to be a grownup about this. To take time to think things through.

“I… I don’t know,” he replies in a small voice. “You hurt me in the worst way possible, Blaine. I can’t easily forgive you for that. I still carry this hatred inside me. It won’t go away anytime soon.”

Blaine gets up onto his knees and moves close to him. Grabs his chin and says in a soft, honest voice, “You want me to wait for you? Then I’ll wait. I’ll wait years for you to forgive me. To give me a chance. I’ll do whatever it takes. I want you and you alone, Kurt. I’ll wait forever for you.”

When lips crash to his, every instinct he has is telling him to shove Blaine away. To stop this most intimate thing they’ve ever done. But when he lays his hands on his strong, defined chest, he finds his fingers curling against the material of his shirt and pulling him closer.

The kiss is explosive and gentle. It’s tender and sweet. Sends a shiver through him. Has him softly gasping and whimpering.

He parts his lips for Blaine’s tongue when he teases it at the seam of his mouth. Moans at the sharp jolt that runs through him when he thrusts their tongues together. Forgets about his anger and hatred and lets himself fall into the wonderful pleasure.

Both of them are gasping when Blaine pulls away after several minutes. Kurt eyes his kiss-swollen, red lips. Suddenly finds himself wondering what they would feel like learning his body.

But as he sits there, his anger begins to seep back in. The guy in front of him slowly goes back to being the person who humiliated him. Who ruined his life. He lets it take hold of him. Lets it pull him back into his hatred.

“I hate you,” he says with raw honesty.

One confession and a great kiss will not change that.

Blaine sadly smiles. “I know.” He kisses him again. This time, before he pulls away, Kurt bites him. Takes great pleasure in hurting Blaine when he sees the blood on his lip.

Blaine touches a finger to the small cut. Grins with pride. “I’ll wait,” is all he says before standing and walking away.

Kurt is left there alone to wonder if he will actually truly forgive Blaine and give him the chance he wants. Wonders if he’ll leave Blaine waiting forever. Doesn’t see a problem with that if it should happen.

****

It takes time.

It doesn’t happen overnight. Or in a couple of weeks or months.

It takes time.

Months and months pass before his hatred begins to diminish. Until he can look at Blaine and not feel anger toward him. Then more months pass before he is able to hangout with Blaine as a friend. After that, weeks pass before he lets Blaine pull him close and kiss him after their first date.

Then weeks pass before they sleep together again. And for the first time, instead of fucking, they make love.

A little over two years after first sleeping together is when Kurt realizes he’s in love with Blaine. He almost hates himself for it. Would if he wasn’t so fucking happy.

He figures people are right; there is a thin love between love and hate.

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colonel-insomniac · 3 years

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Symphony

Hey geeks, this is my first time writing for miraculous ladybug, but i think this is a good debut piece. This was written to the song “I Hear a Symphony” by Cody Fry, so do with that what you will. Anyways, this is dedicated to @pawsomelybuggy. Onwards friends.

TW: CHARACTER ILLNESS AND TERMINAL ILLNESS

“I used to hear a simple song…”

Sure, Luka was considered a “villain,” but he felt it was a classic “right reason executed in the wrong way” sort of thing. He wasn’t a villain because he wanted the Earth to shatter and crumble. And if people knew how guilty he genuinely felt when he stole the snake miraculous behind Ladybug’s back, their opinion on him might change.

He shoved his hands in his pocket, head downcast as the grey sky above released its crystal drops. Luka scoffs, because why should the universe even be surprised at this point? He would assume that the universe was detached from all the second chancing he’s done as Viperion. He hates the black suit he’s currently wearing, and the uncomfortable pointy shoes he walks the streets of Paris in. But for Adrien Agreste, he would do anything. Basically almost has done everything. Nothing’s worked.

Adrien had been sick for a while. At first, no one was sure what was wrong, not even Adrien, who brushed it off as a cold. But things progressively got worse, to the point where he was consistently fatigued and weak. He became a shell of what was the model of good health, frail and bony. It all came to a head when he was at the Couffaine residence, practicing in Kitty Section, when tiny red spots covered his skin, bruises littering the spaces in between. No one should be able to bruise that much unless something severe was going on. Everyone had thought maybe Mr. Agreste had overstepped a boundary and gotten physical in some fit of rage, so no one was prepared for the verdict they got.

“Leukemia.” The doctor said. Instantly, Luka felt as though the air was knocked out of him, and would have fallen to his knees if it weren’t for Marinette and Alya standing on either side of him.

He had both wanted to see Adrien, and desperately wanted to turn around and run, jump in the Seine, hide in his room. Something so that he wouldn’t have to face the fact that Adrien had this terrible sickness. Luka had resurfaced to hear the grim news—Adrien hadn’t been diagnosed in time to stop it. The doctor’s said the most they could do would be to make what time he had left comfortable.

Then came the one time Gabriel Agreste has probably ever been kind to his child. He immediately abandoned his work to come to the hospital, his face still stone cold and blank as he threatened the hospital if they didn’t at least try to help Adrien.

He thinks back to when Adrien started losing his hair. He had been so upset that he wouldn’t let anyone in the room, had his bodyguard see to it that that stayed true. Luka still doesn’t understand how he’d managed to get in that day, but he remembers walking in quietly, seeing the side of Adrien’s head, his hair nearly gone. A look of desperation was etched on his face, with a mixture of hopelessness as he stared out the window.

“That was until you came along…”

He’d been mad at first, and Luka had felt guilty about disrespecting Adrien’s wishes. But he knew, more than anything, that being alone was worse than disobeying what the boy wanted. Luka had given him his first beanie that day, the first of many to come. He’d also given Adrien a rose, white with a black ribbon.

Long after the rose had wilted and been thrown out, Adrien had kept the black ribbon, and had it tied to his wrist like a bracelet. The gesture had made Luka’s heart skip a beat, and so he kept bringing Adrien roses, if only to bring a smile to the boy’s face.

Through this, no one had seen Chat Noir, which on a whole was not an issue, Hawkmoth hadn’t really created any new akumas. Mostly, they had seen the return of Mr. Pigeon, who was an easy person to best, someone Ladybug could defeat on her own. Chat had attempted to show up the first couple times, but upon seeing his pale tone and unatural sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, Ladybug had promptly told him to go home and rest. He’d had to be pushed off the scene, but after the third or fourth time, had stopped showing up. Ladybug had voiced her concern to Alya as the author of the Ladyblog, but no one had seen any trace of the cat themed superhero.

“Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…”

Luka numbly walked on, not paying attention to his surroundings. There was no point, in all honesty, not when he knew where he was heading. It played out this way dozens of times now, so he figures he can afford to be absorbed by his thoughts, at least until he reaches… he shakily inhales, unable to admit even to himself where he was headed. The rain fell faster, the universe seemingly weeping with him, mourning the loss of a soul that definitely did not deserve their allotted fate.

Luka was barely able to bite back sobs, his brisk pace halting to a complete stop as he hugged his sides. The world felt permanently grey, endless and hopeless.

Those last days with Adrien the first time were the worst. They were cast in a golden glow, the spark that had always lived in Adrien’s eyes had dimmed. He seemed tired, but scared. Luka stayed by him practically 24/7, the boy leaning into the warmth that Luka’s body provided. “I’m scared.” He whispered, and Luka bit his lip hard enough to bleed. What were you supposed to say to someone who’s dying? “It’ll all be okay, except that it won’t because you won’t be here?” Absolutely not, instead he opted for “I’m scared too.” Days later, and Adrien would succumb to the cancer, leaving Luka in what felt like a vacuum devoid of all happiness.

Much to Luka’s torment, the boy had passed while Luka was asleep, and assumingly was asleep as well. At least, that’s what Luka had convinced himself so he could find some sort of peace. He had woken up to a voice, pleading for Adrien to not be gone, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see anyone. He’d soon find out that Adrien was Chat Noir, and it was Plagg who had been begging for Adrien.

“With simple songs, I wanted more, perfection is so quick to bore…”

Plagg had loved the boy dearly, it was evident in the way he didn’t want to part with the boy, and would have rather been buried with Adrien over getting a new holder, Luka, having been Viperion previously, knew exactly what Plagg was, and scooped him in his hands, gingerly slipping Adrien’s ring off as nurses rushed in to try and resuscitate Adrien. Soon, Luka found his way to the roof, and sat dangling his legs off the roof, silently crying and sharing the pain with possibly the only other being to understand what fully loving Adrien felt like.

That’s where he first had gotten the idea to go rogue and steal Sass to save Adrien. Plagg was quick to discourage the idea, but his hesitance was enough to push Luka in the opposite direction. Getting Sass was easier than he thought it’d be, and that was when he rewound time for the first time. He was back to holding Adrien, and quickly rewound again, to get to a couple days before. This is where he’d start again.

For the first hundred times, he quickly realized he was dancing on a thin line of morality. Attended Adrien’s funeral about a hundred times. Rewound time dozens more. Nothing changed besides Ladybug realizing the missing miraculous and declaring Viperion an enemy. People grew to hate him time and time again, and not once had he bothered to try and clear his name, he just took it. Over and over again, publicly fighting Ladybug at one point and barely hanging onto his sanity through the fight.

“You are my beautiful, by far, our flaws are who we really are…”

And now he walks again, failed again, Plagg and Sass peeking out of his breast pocket with sad eyes. By this time, he’d told Adrien several times that he was in love with him, kissed his cheek dozens of times, and just held the boy to comfort him many more times. Nothing ever changed and Luka was getting to a point in his frustration where he wanted to throw something, and being a generally mellow person, that was saying something.

Getting lightheaded at the thought of being in that field again, he sat down, putting his head in his hands and trying to regulate his breathing. Luka glanced at his wrist, at the snake miraculous ready to pull him back again whenever he decides to. Normally, he’d rather stand and get through this feeling, but he simply just does not care anymore. If it’s going to rain on him let it rain. The only thing that matters anymore is saving Adrien. And that’s all he can think of doing anymore.

He can’t make it to the funeral, he knows that now. He might have forced himself through the torture of it several times before, but it’s worn him down. Luka looks down at the kwamis, mutters a monotonous “sorry,” and pulls the bracelet.

“I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along…”

The feeling of light ripping through his body is impossible to get used to, but he soon opens his eyes to find himself in the middle of a hospital courtyard dappled in sunlight falling through the trees. Adrien sits beside him, had begged Luka to let him sit in the grass and not the wheelchair, so now the both sit in the grass. The blonde haired boy leans against the tree behind him, eyes closed and a peaceful smile gracing his face. It brought Luka a hollow joy to see his love smile, if only for a little.

“Luka.” Adrien cracks open an eye, a hint of a mischievous glint residing in them. He patiently waits for Luka to muster the courage to respond. When he does, Adrien swiftly pulls two blades of grass to his lips and blows, creating a piercing whistle. Luka jumps, startled, but mulls over the resonating melody that it creates in the world. Perfectly descriptive of Adrien as always, and that never ceases to baffle Luka.

Adrien laughs, the sound pulling a smile from Luka. Later, he gets scolded for giving into Adriens pleas to sit in the grass. “What harm can it do,” he snaps. “He’s dying and we all know it. Why shouldn’t he be able to enjoy what little time he has left.” That gets the nurse to stop and nod. Maybe it’s just the tears in Luka’s eyes coupled with the desperation and sorrow in his voice.

Adrien holds Luka’s hand in his after the blue haired boy convinces Adrien to eat some food. Luka has some bright green nail polish on the bed tray per request of Adrien, who had conveyed to Luka he at least wanted to be rebellious in his dying moments a couple days prior. Luka had withdrawn after, much to Adrien’s displeasure, and had then found how affected Luka was from all this. Breaking out of his trance, Luka feels the weight of Adrien’s head on his shoulder, and Luka turns to press his cheek against his head.

Luka stares at the bottle of green polish before raising his knee to put Adrien’s hand on it. “Hold still so I don’t mess up,” he warns Adrien, but has a feeling the other boy will do something to mess him up anyways.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Adrien responds, just minutes before he jerks his hand, resulting in a bright green streak across his hand.

“You took my broken melody, and now, I hear a symphony…”

Days later, and the outcome doesn’t change. Luka resets time again.

Adrien cups Luka’s cheek in his hand, his cool palm causing a stir in Luka, who subconsciously leaned into the embrace. “You look tired, dear.” Adrien mumbled. Luka squeezed his eyes tight so Adrien wouldn’t have to see him cry.

With a shaky inhale, Luka leaned down, resting his head against Adrien’s shoulder. ‘I’m so tired. Please, stay with me this time.” He pleads, knowing it’s not up to Adrien to decide.

“I promise I won’t.” Adrien whispers, wrapping his arms around Luka.

Many times later, and the doctors finally find a viable solution.

“And now, I hear a symphony.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #prompts #rena rouge #nino lahiffe #does it hurt #please #feedback #Yknow #I #lukadrien

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hockeysweetheart · 4 years

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Katniss lost her husband 3 years ago in this Part this is the first day she comes back home to 12 after living in 2 for 14 years and they had 3 kids together. This one was hard to write it’s pretty heartwrenching But this is the only first Part of this. There is plenty of More If you read the first part I posted before feel free to skip ahead to the read more..

Part 1 The first day here without Him…

It’s been 3 years since his death. I don’t have the heart to take off my wedding ring. I feel like he wouldn’t like it plus it feels like a part of him is with me… We are on a train ride to start our new journey in District 12. My children and I Ella is 5 she doesn’t remember her father as much she was so young when I got the call that he was in a horrible accident at work… Noah is 7 he looks so much like his father he asks me where he is often. Aubrey is 12 she still wakes up calling for her father telling him to run.. Who would I be without my children… As much as I want to break down I see these 3 faces watching me. I try to put on a brave face for them but it’s not been easy. But we make it though. Each one of them remind me of their father. Ella she’s got her fathers will to fight, Noah he’s just looks like him, Aubrey she’s got her fathers mouth… I carry around a picture of him as well… District 12 used to be my home then I married him and started a life in District 2…. So much grief and pain there. As well as 12. But in 12 it has my Sister Prim my mother and my father… Ella asks “Mamma are we almost at grandpas and grandmas house”… I tell her “ Soon My darling just go to sleep and we should be their when we wake up”… I look at my ring and Aubrey comes and sits next to me and says “ thinking about dad” I look at her and put my hand on her cheek and say “Never stopped”… Noah is quiet then I hear weeping. And I give him a hug. It’s everything for me not to break down as well. I said to Noah “ Hey listen in District 12 we will start a new life there we will have grandma grandpa your Aunt Prim Also your fathers family will be there too and a few other friends of mine”… We arrived at district 12 and my Family is waiting at the train station.. They hug me and say “ Welcome home Katniss”… My children are overjoyed to see them. They get big hugs… and we are off to their house in District 12…

We get to the house. Prim is there with her Husband Drew and hugs me… I instant break down crying Prim calms me down she says “ Katniss I know how hard it’s been since Gales Death 3 years ago”… I tell her “I wake up every day and Find there is no point in waking up in this nightmare”… Prim puts her arm on my shoulder and says “ Katniss you have 3 beautiful children who remind you of him everyday I think Gale would want you to be happy He would want you here with Family He would be doing the same thing if it was you.”… I sigh and says “Prim Every waking moment since his death I realized how afraid I am”. My father walks in with Ella on his back and Noah wrapped around his legs. Aubrey comes in with my mother shorty after… I smile as I look at them. I See the quality’s of my family in my children. Like Ella’s blonde hair and blue eyes she might of looked out of place between Gale and I but she looks like she belongs. My mother says “ Katniss your welcome to stay here as long as you like It not much but it’s filled with people who love you”.. I hug my mother and say “ It’s good to be home”. My mother says “ Oh I almost forgot Hazzel and Posy and Vick are coming over for dinner… Rory sends his regrets but is busy at work”… I tell here “ That would be nice for the Children to see them”… My mother says to my children “ Now who wants fresh baked cookies” all 3 of them say me and hurry off into the kitchen I call after and say “ Don’t spoil them too much”… My mother says “ I am their grandma it’s my job to spoil them” I grin and roll my eyes. And Turn to my father.. I ask him “ You okay they are not to heavy for you”… He puts a hand on my chin and says “ Katniss they Make me feel younger then ever”…

Hazzel and Posy and Vick come over and give me hugs. I am holding back tears but it’s hard.. Hazzel asks “ Now where are my beautiful grandchildren” I tell her “ Oh mother is Stuffing them with Cookies as we speak”. Prim , Drew , Vick and Posy and I all sit in the living area. Posy grabs my hand and says “ It’s good to have you back Katniss”… I tell her “ I am grateful to have such a loving family but I wish it was different”. Vick say’s “ We know” … There is a long silence well not really we can hear my children and the grandparents in the kitchen. But I break it and say “ So where is Rory working these days”. Vick Answers “ Oh he works down at the bakery”. I say “ Oh how did he get a job there” Posy says “ Oh the Mellarks needed some help there he was looking for a job and they hired him”…

I heard that Peeta left the District shortly after I did. He married and has kids of his own…

I can’t help feel them all looking at me.. So all I say “ Well that’s nice for the Mellarks”. The last thing I need them thinking is I am thinking about my ex while grieving my dead husband. But When They mention the Bakery I can’t help but blush a little… They all relax when I say that tho…. Drew says to Vick “why don’t we see if they need Help in the Kitchen”… They go and Posy Turns to me and says “ Katniss It’s okay to Be thinking about Peeta. during this time he’s been back in 12 for a 4 years now” She sure didn’t miss a beat like Gale would. I say “ I feel like I will be betraying Gale in a way” Prim puts a hand on my shoulder “ Katniss Gale would want this for you” Posy Chimes in “ Yes he would he would it’s been 3 years”. Then I say “ But Peeta is Married and Has kids”…. Prim says “ Well there is more fish in the sea like Asher Coel He’s single”… I tell her “ Also way younger then me”. Posy says “ There is Grant Hold he’s got kids of his own to” Looking at the year book… I tell her “Grant served time”… Prim says “ Oh there is Steve Coste he’s single” I look at her “ Prim That’s Drews Brother”… Posy says looking though my year book “ Well there’s Codi Linkon” … I say “ Posy Codi died years ago” Prim says “ Hey What about William Hayes” I look at the picture I have to admit he’s cute “ I tell her yeah maybe but I have no idea what happened to him after school”. Prim says “ William Hayes works at the hospital with ma and I”… I look at them and say “ If I do this no more talk about boys okay I can raise them fine without a man I’ve been doing it for 3 years now”. Posy says “ Katniss that's not what we meant we want you to go out give your self time” I look at them and say “ I know I guess it would be nice to go and do something for me once” Prim says “ Doing it alone is fine until its not anymore. And your kids deserve a mother and a father”

My mother peaks in and says it’s time to eat. We sit in the dinning room. No one says it but We all look at the Empty seat. I break the silence and say “ Can you pass the cheese buns please”… The rest of the dinner is a blur… I can’t help by notice the stares at me from my family. I Say “ Ella eat your dinner it’s going to get cold its good”… Ella says “ Okay fine”… My Mother says “ Oh Katniss Tomorrow I am going into town Wondering if you and girls would like to come with me?”… Noah says “ What about me.” My father says “ I was thinking I would take you hunting with me tomorrow if that’s alright with your mother”. Noah says “ Cool can I mom”. I say “ Sure thing it will be nice for you and grandpa time” I mouth “ Thank you” to my father as he’s taken the death the hardest…. I tell my mother “ It will be lovely to go to town, You girls up for that” They both look at me and nod their heads excited…. “ Now eat up its getting cold” I say…

After Dinner I help my mother make up the rooms they gave to us… I Tell her “ You don’t have to do this”… She says “ Katniss as your mother and their grandmother I’d do it all over again”… I tell her “I was hoping to find a place on our own. They need to know that even tho their dad is gone I can stand on my two feet”… My mother stops what she is doing and hugs me.. and motions me to sit down staying Silent and listening.. “ I feel like I am failing doing this on my own that they will suffer from it. That this is taking away from me showing how strong I am.” I tell her Stated tearing up. “ Katniss those 3 beautiful children are not failing because they are here any place they go they are well loved well cared for from a strong independent women”

Before their bed The kids are looking though a chest of my old stuff with My mother father and Drew. while I have tea with Prim watching them Prim informs me that William Hayes would love to go on a date this Friday.… She says “ Do they ever grow up” Nodding to Drew who has one of clothing times on his head from there.. I smile and say “ Guess not”. Aubrey pulls out a book and asks “ Whats this”… I get up and Grab it “ Oh it’s something we keep our noses out of it’s personal”… one of the pictures falls out and Ella picks it up and “asks who’s that”… To a picture of Peeta “ An old friend I tell her I think it’s time we go to bed it’s getting Late okay”. They all start to object but “ I say we have a big day tomorrow”…

I get them in bed and come back downstairs “ They went to sleep fast” My father says “ Well they have been on a long journey”. And he yawns and says “ Well I am getting tired to Honey ready to go to bed”… My mother looks at him and says “ I’ll be their in a minute”. Once he’s gone its just us 3. my mother looks at me and says “ So Katniss Prim told me your going on a date with William Hayes he’s a nice boy.”… I tell her “ Prim and Posy are setting this up who wouldn’t want free childcare for an evening I am getting tired too”… My mother tells me “ Just let us know if you need anything sleep well ” I tell her “ Thanks for everything” And head off to bed.

My Sleep everything But peaceful. I have the same nightmare that appears almost nightly of the day Gale died. It was on a Saturday the day before he had off. That morning started off Normal. He Left with Aubrey Bringing her to school and then went off to work. He gave us all goodbye kisses. As I was home with a Toddler and Preschooler on that day they were eating Lunch when I got a phone call that the building Gale was working was on fire. I dropped the phone and got Aubrey from school and hurried over to the sight… Burnt victims came out but not many. They tried it all they could…. It was to dangerous for any fire fighter to go in… I remember hanging onto my children their eyes looking at me for answers I don’t have. The Peacekeeper who was keeping us back Pulls me aside… and says “ Katniss Hawthorne I am sorry to say this but your husband didn’t make it..” I broke down after that… Then I looked at my children and promised myself no matter how hard it gets I’ll do it for them… We all cried in a ball next to the taped off area… I Wake up I know I’ve been sweating.. Shortly after Ella comes in saying “ Mommy I can’t sleep I had a bad dream” I say “ Come here you can sleep with me tonight” A few minutes Later Noah and Aubrey come in and Noah says.. “mom” I say “ Bad dream okay come on in we can all fit”… Aubrey looks at me and asks “ Did you have a bad dream too”… I tell her “ Yes Some day you’ll understand why they never go away but here is safe”… we all fall asleep after that into a sleep with no nightmares…

#fan fic #unnamed #thg #fanfic #The Hunger Games #Hunger Games #CatchingFire #catching fire #cf #mockingjay #part 1 #katniss everdeen #Katniss #gale hawthorne #gale #Primrose #prim everdeen #story time #chapter 1

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wondersbeyondcompare · 4 years

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Some stuff

About Kodi and Majid’s parents that I was thinking about while making lunch the other day! Really, this is just a poor attempt on expanding on the bois in general, but oh well! Thought it would be easier to put these thoughts in a separate post instead of adding to their profiles since this wasn’t directly relevant to them (・・;)ゞ I guess?? dshgfjhdsf Honestly, I think this is more for me just so I can get some stuff straightened out. I’m pretty bad w/ consistency after all...

Majid’s Parents

EDIT (06/13/2021): Drew up some new headshots for Majid and Kodi’s parents! Hopefully they look a bit better than before!

Past me writing Majid’s bio: Yeah, keep the part about his parents vague;;; Idek what to do about that

Me on Monday rolling up some embutido for lunch: Hey, y’know what-

- Mother: Lara (won’t reveal her last name; when asked for it by Majid’s father, she jokingly suggested she take his last name instead) - Father: Kadir Ansari - Compared to Kodi’s parents, these 2 have much more info behind them b/c I have to explain both of their disappearances, so (・_・;) get comfy - Kadir---> Simple businessman in the Land of the Hot Sands; Made and sold jewelry for a living; Had a fairly small shop dedicated to his craft - Lara---> Runaway criminal from a land up north (if you ask me to clarify which country it is, I will cry;;; what does the Twst world even look like in the 1st place??)

Didn’t kill anyone, but rather a string of robberies and prison escapes up her sleeve; had a large family that she had to provide for, unfortunately this landed her in a lot of trouble

- Lara snuck into Kadir’s place late at night by climbing in through his window

She was immediately asked to leave

Kadir eventually relented since she had nowhere to go/he already had a long day at work and didn’t want to argue

- Once Lara explained her situation to Kadir in the morning, she was asked to leave again.

After breakfast ofc

Use the shower if you want to, but don’t use up all the hot water

And he would give her some money and other basic necessities to use on the way, but (￣ヘ￣) that was it

She really needed to go, tho; Kadir didn’t want to charged w/ harboring a criminal

- Lara begged to stay w/ Kadir, telling him in tears that she would do anything for him so long as he gave her a place to stay for the time being

Well... it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra help in his shop... and it would be heartless to kick a crying woman back on the streets, especially in broad daylight...

Fine. She can stay. But only for a little while, okay?

- When it comes to personality, Kadir is often seen as a serious man. He can become surprisingly raucous and joking w/ his friends and frequent customers, but otherwise, he was all business.

Has a fairly straightforward way of speaking; like Majid, he might come off as a little rude sometimes

His resting face makes him seem unapproachable at first, but he’s a pretty reliable guy

- Compared to Kadir, Lara has a more easygoing demeanor; fairly sly as well

Develops a habit of teasing Kadir once she warms up to him, either through her words or by constantly sticking close to him (this is probably where Majid got some of his clinginess from ngl); she wanted to see what exactly was behind that ever so serious facade

Kadir tries to brush her off most of the time, saying it’s not appropriate, especially in front of the customers; slowly becomes fond of it as time goes on

Tends to beat around the bush when she speaks; she won’t lie, but she won’t give you all the truth either

Oh! Yeah, and she’s pretty good at sleight of hand tricks too! :D These tricks seem to be a little more than just mere illusions at times, tho...

- Both of them are unbelievably stubborn (ah, yes, this trait comes from both sides of the family)

- They tend to butt heads a lot at the beginning; enemies to lovers 30k

- Speaking of tropes, these 2 probably become involved in a fake marriage thing so Kadir’s reputation doesn’t suffer when people see him bringing a strange woman into his house every night after work (*exchanging rings* “This doesn’t mean anything, okay? I just can’t have any more rumors.” “>:3c Okay, Habibi~” “... And don’t ever call me that in public, or I’ll pretend to not know you.”)

- It’s also a bit difficult for Lara to work at the shop at first

Kadir can be really picky when it comes to quality, and he certainly won’t lighten up on any of his wokers, regardless if they’re newbies or not

That and Lara can be heavy handed at times; knocking over display cases as she gestures to them and accidentally breaking parts of jewelry

I would love to say that she eventually gets the hand of everything, but :/ she really doesn’t; she’s entertaining to watch, though lol

- Once Kadir and Lara actually start falling for each other, they try to flirt in subtle ways, trying to get a reaction out of the other; or, at least, they think it’s subtle; oh gosh, their poor, poor coworkers ( ; ω ; )

- Lara might have had to wear some form of head covering/head scarf while working or out in public in general; her blonde hair and pale complexion makes her stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd, and she can’t risk getting recognized and taken back to jail again

- Majid... was an accident.

His parents were excited for his arrival nevertheless; Kadir would’ve bought a bunch of stuff beforehand like the worried father he was; Lara is happily spoiled w/ the amount of food she gets to eat during pregnancy (girl loves her food)

Once Majid was born, you bet he was coddled over; was often called Lara’s “little treasure”; Kadir was tempted to make Majid kind of like a mascot for his business, but decided that wasn’t professional (he really wanted to tho;;; thinks about it everytime he sees his son’s cute pudgy face)

- Lara was eventually caught and arrested; sent back to her home country for trial a few years after Majid had been born

Kadir leaves Majid w/ a trusted friend of his in order to attend Lara’s trial

He... doesn’t come back

The friend couldn’t afford to take care of Majid on his own, so he drops him off at an orphanage, promising to come back for the child once he had enough money to support them both

This man in particular works hard to set up his own appraisal/curio shop in the future and ohoho >:3c things are really coming together now

- Majid spent some time in the orphanage before escaping; he didn’t like how strictly everything was run

escaped enough times that the staff members soon gave up on him and let him roam free

surprisingly, no one (w/ a few exceptions) remembers baby Majid nor his parents; the Ansari jewelry shop was closed down and set up for lease the day Kadir disappeared; what happened in Lara’s trial was essentially a mystery, but perhaps the consequences of it could explain these odd events...

Kodi’s Parents

A bit shorter b/c these 2 literally had one (1) summer to themselves before creating the child, so there’s no slow burn here

- Mother: Colette Sepiama (Maiden name: Roussel; took father’s last name in remembrance of him)

- Father: Dimitri Sepiama

- Co+Di= Codi (but, like, with a “K”)

- 1st meeting was a bit odd

- Colette was having a beach vacation, chilling as she collected seashells along the shore

And then some naked guy approached her, asking for help while sobbing his heart out

Didn’t want to find out what kind of “help” he needed, so she tried to power walk away, but he ended up tripping while following after her

Stared at the sad scene of a butt naked man crying into the wet sand for a couple of moments before wrapping him into a towel and paying a visit to the nearest souvenir store

He eventually calmed down enough to explain himself once he got the Hawaiian touristy shirt and khakis on (oh, gosh, now I’m getting Crowley flashbacks (;;;*_*) make it stop-)

- Dimitri was part of a little “experiment” a friend of his was conducting, testing out various potions on him at any opportunity

Yea, they were a pretty messed up friend; at the very least, they made sure none of their potions would kill him outright

One of the potions gave him human legs (since he was a cuttlefish merman beforehand)

The trouble was: How does he turn back?

- They were the kind of couple who shares one braincell, spending the entire summer working together trying to figure out a solution to his predicament

Also, Colette lowkey thought Dimitri was lying about the whole cuttlefish merman thing, but since she thought he was kinda cute, she agreed to help him out

- I mentioned this before in Kodi’s profile, but I guess I’ll mention it again; Kodi’s pre-contract self was basically a male version of his mom

Basically, she was the type to always keep her emotions in check (well, it’s not as if she had a choice; she was awful at trying to show her emotions)

The type of person whose angry face and happy face were exactly the same

But she was kind enough and didn’t discriminate, even if the person she was dealing w/ claimed to be a mermaid from the deep sea

- In contrast to Colette, Dimitri is more like Kodi’s post-contract self

He cries;;; a lot

He’s just in a new and frightening situation, okay?? (╥﹏╥) And his human body was significantly shorter than his merman body, so everything is gigantic to the now smol boi; he often follows behind Colette because, even tho she’s taller than him, he finds her reassuring

Colette finds his personality cute; she likes being relied upon

- ahsghj I can imagine these 2 going on library dates, flipping through books and maybe falling asleep at some point as the setting sun casts an amber glow over them through the dusty windows, and it’s honestly the cutest thing

- Also, neither of them have magical abilities, but Colette’s grandmother did; it basically skipped a generation

This is why Kodi’s magic is weaker than others’, but he works hard to improve himself

- At the end of the summer, Dimitri is turned back

Turns out the potion only lasts for a certain amount of time :/ wow

They probably had some sort of tearful parting at the beach, w/ this time Colette breaking into tears instead of Dimitri

- Couple weeks after the vacation :D Colette finds out she’s pregnant

Realizes her relatives probably wouldn’t believe her if she told them the truth, so she fabricated a story about a simple meeting w/ a cute guy on vacation she hooked up with

I mean, she wasn’t technically lying about that

Bonus! Berenice’s Parents

A perfectly normal, perfectly boring family

- Cassidy is on the left and Argos is on the right!

- Since Berenice was based off the spirits in the whirlpool as well as the river Styx itself/herself, I searched up the parents of the goddess aaanndd

- Kind of?? Based them off Tethys and Oceanus??? Tho they are both of fairy descent; Cassidy is half and so is Argos, so maybe (´･_･`) that would work out? In terms of making a child of their own??? I didn’t want to go against the set fairy lore in stuff like Pixie Hollow, so-

- I always covered the tops of Berenice’s ears to avoid raising any suspicion of her true background, but, yea, they are slightly pointed as well. Much smaller than her parents, maybe abnormally so, but they are there (side note: if you saw me accidentally draw berenice w/ human ears (*⁰▿⁰*) no you didnt)

- They lived with Berenice in an area just outside of the Valley of Thorns called the Land of Lotuses, so there was a large fairy population here too.

- As such, Berenice never thought to question if the life she was living was considered “normal” in the eyes of outsiders. So you’ll often hear her describe her past life as boring and ordinary, both to make a person lose interest and just b/c she truly thought she lived such a life.

- I described Berenice as being an only child, but I never go into detail on what happened with her family after she died 🧐 Did she perhaps unknowingly gain another sibling? Or two? Or three???

- lol wait I just remembered I described them as getting up there in age. Maybe in human standards they were, but they were still considered like??? Middle aged??? When it came to fairies???

- They had no prominent influence in the Valley of Thorns nor in the Land of Lotuses, but they were both considered a respectable people involved in an overseas trade business when living in their old coastal town.

- Both settled down in the Land of Lotuses to raise Berenice and also to hide away from a scandal that ended up bankrupting their company but shshhhh

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An Ending Within--Ch. 3

Chapter 3

“Dollface!”

Relief. A deep-seated sense of home and frenetic energy. I couldn’t stop myself from rushing straight into his open arms. He looked different—his gingery hair cut a little closer to his head and more bulk to his frame.

He was still my Dean.

Well… Jon now.

He swept me up into a warm, vice-like hug. It was just like the old days.

“You look good,” I said, beaming from ear to ear.

He grinned in return, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So do you, dollface. How’s my girl?”

Dean put his arm around my shoulder and led me down a hallway toward Cody’s office. “She’s getting bigger every day. It’s hard to believe she’s almost a year old now.”

“I need to come see her more. Both of you.” There was sadness in his voice when he said it. “There’s no excuse.”

I sighed and slung an arm around his waist. It reminded me of our Lunatic Llane days and limping up the ramp together after a match. “I understand. Seth doesn’t make it easy lately.”

We walked in silence for a moment. The door at the end of the hall opened up and a platinum blond head poked around the frame. “Jon! Right on time.” The man came fully out into the hallway, a smile on his face, as he rolled his sleeves up his forearms. He held out a hand. “Cody Rhodes, and you must be Llane Black.”

“Until August. Then, I guess it’s just Sofie Lopez,” I said, shaking his hand firmly.

He smiled a little broader. “Maybe we can do something about that,” he said gesturing us into the office.

There wasn’t much to the room, just a table with chairs gathered around it. Papers were strewn all over the top, stacks here and there. I recognized proofs for merchandise and the outline of an upcoming card. It took a moment for me to recognize that there was someone else in the room.

“Llane—Sofie…” Cody said with a grin, “this is Kenny Omega. He’s in charge of the women’s division here.”

Kenny stood up and extended his hand. He had a wide smile and two-toned hair. “Jon’s told us a lot about you.”

“Most of it lies, I’m sure,” I said, shaking his hand. Cody gestured for us to sit.

Dean sank into a chair on the side of the table opposite Kenny then pushed a chair back for me. I tucked my leg beneath me as I sat, feeling relieved that Dean was nearby. It had been so long since we’d been able to hang out together, and it made me think of those days on the road in that horrible SUV.

The first half hour or so was Cody and Kenny talking about the things they were doing in AEW or the things they wanted to do. They talked about how they were doing things differently than just about any other company in the business. I had to admit, the schedule sounded fantastic. They had a small roster of incredibly talented people.

And Dean was there. I missed him more than I’d been willing to admit.

“We’ve done a lot of the talking. I know it’s a lot, but I know Jon’s been going back and forth with you about it too,” Cody said smoothly. “And none of us expect you to make a decision on the spot.”

I leaned back, tucking my sweater more tightly around me. “I’ve been watching the show when I can. And I have to tell you, it’s amazing what you guys are doing around here. This one seems pretty happy.” I jerked my thumb at Dean.

“Damn right, dollface,” he said with a grin.

Kenny stood up. “If you’ve got some time, I can introduce you around. Meeting some of the others might help you make a decision.” He held up both hands, grinning. “Not right now of course.”

I looked back at Dean. He took my hand and squeezed my fingers reassuringly. There was something playful in his eyes when he tilted his head toward Kenny, gesturing for me to follow along behind him.

“You might run into a few old faces,” Dean said playfully. When I raised a brow at his insistence that I go, he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not making plans for you without you around. I know enough to not do that.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked him in the shoulder. “Don’t give Seth another reason to be a baby about this. Please.”

Dean scoffed but held up his hands in surrender. “I just want you to be happy, dollface.”

Dropping a sisterly kiss on his forehead, I turned and followed Kenny out of the office and into the hallway. Almost as soon as we were out of earshot, Kenny started talking.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Jon that animated since he showed up here.” Kenny shortened his stride to walk next to me, and I couldn’t help but recognize the snap of energy that buzzed around him. It made me feel like I’d known him for years.

“Count yourself lucky then,” I replied, grinning.

Kenny lead the way out of the carpeted corridor and into the back halls of the arena. Being surrounded by cinder block walls and rolling equipment cases put me quickly at ease. Other people milled about, not quite paying attention as we passed by.

I’d just slipped past someone when their face registered. “Jericho?”

The man turned, cockiness slipping into his features. It disappeared when he recognized me. “Llane?” He reached out and pulled me into a hug. “What are you doing here?”

I grinned. “What do you think?”

“No shit. I knew Cody wanted to get you here, but I didn’t think you’d bite. Not with Rollins and Reigns still around.” Chris glanced between me and Kenny and back again. “Sorry, Ken. I helped train this kid when she left the Performance Center. Does Jon know she’s here?”

Chris’ eyes went wide, a grin spreading over his face. “Does Jon know you’re here?”

“He’s back with Cody. Kenny here was just showing me around.” I pointed a finger in his face, already seeing Chris rubbing his hands together with glee. “This is a look-see, not a contract signing. Don’t get too excited.”

He reached out and gave me a bump on the shoulder. “You’ll be here before you know it, kid. I’ve already got some great ideas for you.”

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“So, what d’you think?” Dean asked as we walked back toward the parking lot.

I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to get the words right. “It’s different.”

He slipped in front of me, walking backwards. “That’s the thing about it. This is wrestling, Llane. Not like that shit Vince has you doing. You’re good, think about how great you could be here. Talent alone you could be running this division in a month.”

“That’s not what I want, and you know it. Chris got the big title because he’s the draw. I get that. And you’re in the picture because you’re amazing. The other guys—honestly, I’d love to see what you and Seth could do against the Bucks. That would be amazing.” I took a deep breath. “If I come here, it’s on my own terms. You know that, right?”

Dean skidded to a stop, causing me to run headlong into his chest. “You always do things on your own terms, dollface. And whatever you decide, I’m gonna be right there behind you.”

I grinned up at him before slipping my arms around him. He gathered me up in one of his warm hugs. He crackled with energy.

I’d forgotten how much I missed the feeling.

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“I’m taking the contract,” I said calmly, watching my husband’s face for any reaction. Sefina slept soundly in her rocking seat at my feet. I hoped she’d stay that way. “At least, I’d like to.”

Seth stiffened. I watched his jaw bunch as he clenched his teeth. I blinked, afraid of what was about to happen.

“Okay,” he said after a moment. The gruffness of his voice made it clear it hurt him to agree.

My heart skipped. Vertigo slipped in. I couldn’t believe I’d heard correctly. “Okay?”

Silence, heavy and thick. Yet a lightness as if all the air had been removed. I felt giddy. Sick.

“If this is what you want, then I’m behind you,” Seth replied. He turned toward me, smiling a little even though there was hurt in his chocolate eyes. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. For you to be safe and happy.”

A sudden sting. Heat rushing through my face. I blinked back tears. “Seth…”

His fingers slipped around my wrist, drawing me close. He tipped my face up, our eyes meeting. Sometimes I forgot how young he could seem when the cockiness and weight of his reputation fell away.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he whispered. “I may have reasons for not wanting you to take the contract with them, but most of them have nothing to do with you. They’re about me. I don’t want to have to travel without you. I don’t want to work without you. And I still get jealous over how close you and Dean are.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he held his fingers to my lips to stop the words.

“Let me say this,” Seth murmured. “If you want to go to AEW, if that is what’s going to make you happy, then I’ll get over how I feel about it. As long as you’re happy, I can be happy. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

I reached up, cradled his face in my hands. “I’m not doing anything stupid. Not when I have you and Sefina to worry about. And you know as well as I do… it doesn’t matter what company I’m at. There’s always that chance. But I can promise you that I’ll do everything I can do come back to you both in one piece. Every night.”

Seth may not have liked it, but it seemed that we finally, somehow, understood each other.

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Clone Wars Fic Day Three

Today in the pointless modern au: Obi-Wan goes skating! And then he goes to a hospital! A fun Friday night for everyone. (also listen sometimes Easter falls in March) Part One

Part Two

Obi-Wan goes to the Starbucks team building mandatory fun skating night with full intentions of being present just long enough to cement his willing and enthusiastic participation. He can think of minimally six better things to be doing with his time on a Friday night, and he's only going because their manager had overheard Quinlan mocking the whole production and Obi-Wan had been caught in the fallout.

"Don't worry," Quin says, yanking the laces on his rented skates tight with a grunt, "I'll catch you if you fall."

"I'm perfectly capable of skating, thank you," Obi-Wan says primly. He's brought a pair of skates that he'd found in Qui-Gon's storage room, and wishing fervently that he had just spent the money to rent. The skates are stiff and rusted and slightly too small.

"Hey, I have actually been skating in the past six years and I'm not confident in my ability to stay on my feet," Quin says. "I'm just saying, there's no shame in falling."

Obi-Wan stares at him. Quin sighs. "Ok, there's a little shame. This is what I get for trying to be a supportive friend."

Obi-Wan gets out on the ice with only a slight wobble, and he and Quin take to one of the trails leading away from the main rink to attempt to distance themselves from the rest of their coworkers, all of whom have clearly pregamed with no thought to the consequences.

There are fairy lights strung up in the trees, and aggressively upbeat pop music being piped in from somewhere. Obi-Wan focuses on keeping himself poised and steady, only swerving to avoid the occasional small child. He hasn't skated since he was a teenager, and it doesn't so much come back to him as he watches the people around him, emulates what they do, and doesn't fall down.

"Probably," Quin puffs out from ahead of him, "this is supposed to be romantic or charming or peaceful."

Obi-Wan, who can already feel his feet aching and is currently passing through a swarm of yelling children and their equally loud parents, says "You simply have no appreciation for the subtler, more sophisticated pleasures in life."

They make it down the trail, back up, across the rink, through smalltalk with the other staff, and to the edge of the rink before Obi-Wan's luck and/or skill fail him. An elderly man steps out onto the ice and teeters alarmingly, one arm flailing out to keep his balance. Obi-Wan's hands go forward to help and his head jerks back to avoid the waving limbs and suddenly he's staring up at the night sky and gasping for breath and his ankle is twisted up under his body in a way that shouldn't be physically possible. He uses the snowbank along the edge of the rink to haul himself first to kneeling, then, cautiously, to standing. Nothing feels particularly stabbed, so he thinks it's safe to say that he managed not to land directly on his blade. His ankle, on the other hand, stabs a bolt of pain up through his whole leg so sharp that he feels his stomach lurch. He stumbles onto the snow, and then over to a bench, swearing mentally because there are really just an unnecessary number of children about.

"Shit," Quin says, clearly less concerned with strangers' disapproval. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Obi-Wan says. "But I think that's quite enough skating for one night."

"Yeah," Quin says. "I'll get our boots. I needed to head out anyway."

"Thank you," Obi-Wan says, uncharacteristically willing to accept the unnecessary kindness. He undoes his skates and pokes gingerly at his ankle. The pain when he touches it is white hot and sharp, but nothing looks blatantly out of place, which is better than he was expecting.

Quin drops his boots and guards in front of him, already wearing his own, skates obviously returned. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says, waving him off.

Quin looks unconvinced, but at Obi-Wan's reassuring smile he relaxes. "Ok. Well, I'm off to get fucked up with some old ladies for Easter Bingo, wish me luck."

Obi-Wan stares. "I'm really not sure *what* to wish you for this occasion."

Quin winces. "Yeah, I honestly have no idea what I'm walking in to, but I've been assured there'll be sherry and at least one other person under seventy. And how could I possibly refuse an offer like that?"

Obi-Wan chuckles. "Please do feel free to send updates as your evening progresses."

He waits until Quin is gone to stand up, just in case, and is glad he did when he has to catch himself on the back of the bench, shifting all his weight onto his uninjured ankle quickly.

"Well," he says under his breath. "This is inconvenient." He forces himself away from the rink, glad as he gets further away from the lights and crowd as he staggers along, swearing no longer kept inside his head. The footpath to the parking lot is slippery, and he almost falls again. Once he's gotten across the parking lot it's only a block to the bus stop. Practically nothing. Walking it off is probably the best thing he can do, anyway.

He's almost through the parking lot when he slips and has to catch himself on the back of someone's truck. Headlights flare in the dark behind him, and he hears a group of people coming up from the path, jovial and loud. He braces himself for his next step, sucking in air between his teeth.

"Obi-Wan?"

He freezes. It's not anyone he works with, but the voice is still definitely familiar.

"Obi-Wan! I wasn't sure if it was you, sorry. Were you skating?"

It's Rex's brother Cody standing behind him, all bundled up in a sensible parka and gloves, bright green hat tucked down over his ears and skates slung over his shoulder. He looks unforgivably happy.

"Yes, hello, I was," Obi-Wan says. His own skates are jammed awkwardly into his backpack along with his tablet and travel mug and three books and a bag of clementines he keeps forgetting to take out, and the weight is doing his balance no favours. He attempts to straighten up and has to bite down hard on his lip to stifle a gasp of pain. Even the brief moment of stillness has somehow made moving newly painful.

"Are you alright?" Cody asks, sharply.

"Fine, yes, just had a bit of a fall on the ice," Obi-Wan says, projecting gentle self-effacing amusement as hard as he can. "A bit of a sore ankle I've been walking off."

Cody frowns. "That seems like the exact opposite of what you should be doing with a hurt ankle. Can I help you to your car, at least?"

Obi-Wan waves him off, and forces himself to stand up straight. "I'm just going to the bus stop down the way," he says. "It's very close, I'm quite alright."

"I can drive you to whatever clinic you're going to," Cody says.

"That's very kind, but I'm quite alright. A good night's sleep and I'm sure it won't even hurt." He means to illustrate this by walking calmly away, but instead he stumbles over a chunk of ice that's fallen off the nearby truck and in catching his balance puts all his weight down hard on the offending ankle. The edges of his vision go hazy for a moment, and suddenly Cody is there, arm going around him to support his weight and steady him.

"Yeah, you definitely seem fine," he says. "If you don't want me to drive you, is there someone I can call? Qui-Gon?"

"Good God, absolutely not," Obi-Wan says, aghast. "I really am fine, just a bit of a stumble--"

"Oy! Codes, what're you doing over there? It's bloody cold out here!" a young voice shouts from across the parking lot.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're suffering," Cody calls back. "Listen, Boba, can you get a ride with dad? I've just met up with a friend and I'm going to give him a lift."

"That's fine," another voice joins in. "I'd be happy to drive forty-five minutes out of my way, thanks for volunteering me, son, you were always my favourite. Don't mind me, just a tired old man..."

"Cheers," Cody says, sunnily, and begins hustling obi-wan down the row of cars to a tiny Prius.

"Truly, there's no need for a clinic," Obi-Wan says, half falling into the car.

"mmhm," says Cody, texting intently with one finger. It's possibly more painful than the ankle having to watch his slow progress.

The phone vibrates a few seconds later, and Cody nods. "Kix says you should get a doctor to take a look."

"Fucking pardon me?"

Cody shrugs, tosses his phone in the cup holder, and starts the car.

They get stuck waiting a good two hours before anyone will see Obi-Wan, but he takes a few Tylenol and pulls out his tablet when it becomes clear Cody doesn't plan on forcing smalltalk.

About an hour in to their wait, his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, hoping for ridiculous photos from Quin, but it's Anakin's name that graces his lock screen.

'did you seriously break your ankle'

"Really?!" Obi-Wan hisses, then types back

'It's not broken, Anakin. Sprained, at the most. How did you find out?'

'Rex told me', Anakin says, and then, 'don't worry I texted qui-gon'.

'You absolutely did not.', obi-Wan responds, a pit opening up in his stomach. Before Anakin responds, a different thread pops up on his screen. It's Tahl, this time.

'Obi-Wan! Which clinic are you at? Have you been seen yet?'

Furious, Obi-Wan types back. 'I AM FINE, DO NOT BLOODY COME TO THE Clinic I ASSURE YOU I AM AN ADULT.' He sends it in capslock because he knows she's at a library fundraiser dinner and will be using her braille display to text under the table instead of the screenreader on her phone, so the full effect of his rage will be appropriately communicated.

beside him, Cody says "You're not secretly on the run from your family, right?"

"Excuse me?"

"Rex may have... gotten ahead of himself in sharing information."

"I'm already aware," Obi-Wan sighs. "If Qui-Gon's wife skips out on work to come sit in a chair beside me in a waiting room I'll never hear the end of it, but no, I have no serious problem with them knowing. And calling them my family may be a bit of a stretch."

"I'm just going to let that one pass," Cody says, briskly. Obi-Wan's name gets called, finally, and Cody stands to offer support before Obi-Wan can stop him. Deciding his dignity will take a harder hit if he has to stumble his way across the room, he accepts Cody's assistance. The nurse doesn't seem interested in offering her own help, nor does she seem concerned that Cody is accompanying Obi-Wan into the exam room.

Obi-Wan scrambles, undignified, onto the bed, paper crinkling under him. Cody glances around uncertainly, shifts towards the door, then shakes his head, straightens his back, and sits down in one of the two extra chairs in the corner. Obi-Wan thinks perhaps it would be rude to ask him to leave, and there's no particular reason to do so. Perhaps it will even be helpful if Cody hears from a medical professional that he hasn't fucking broken his ankle.

"It's a hairline fracture," the doctor says. Cody arches an eyebrow. Obi-Wan glares. "Keep weight off of it for a few days, then slowly start increasing use. Nothing intense for the next two months, and if you even suspect the pain is getting worse or something doesn't feel right, come back right away. This isn't serious, but it could be if you don't take care of it right."

Cody's eyebrow, unencumbered by the laws of physics, gets higher. Obi-Wan is going to break his face and nobody will believe him when he explains that it was justified.

Humiliatingly, the doctor gives the proscription and care instructions to Cody.

Back in Cody's car, Cody says "We can drop this off at the pharmacy and pick up a few ice packs while we're there."

"Oh, no, no, you don't need to worry about-- what makes you think I don't have icepacks? Or at least ice. Frozen vegetables. I am an adult, contrary to what everyone this evening seems to think."

Cody pulls out of the parking stall and clicks the dial to connect his phone to the car's bluetooth. "Well, do you?"

Obi-Wan glares. "There's plenty of snow and ice built up on my balcony, and I have a plastic bag full of plastic bags like any respectable human."

"what's your address?" Cody says.

Obi-Wan says, "I'm fine, honestly--"

Cody coasts to a stop at a red light and types out a text so quickly Obi-Wan wonders for a moment if he'd imagined it. "Never mind, I'm asking Anakin," Cody says. Obi-Wan slumps in his seat.

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Commander cody #Codywan #tumblrfic tag #star wars why?

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Rules and Regulations - Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun Imagine

Paring: Dad!Tyler x Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Josh x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 2,434

Warnings: Terrible mother, F slur, mentions of tattoos (?)

Authors Note: Okay so the reader in this story is LGBT, and it is quite an important part of the story, so if you don’t feel comfortable reading that please feel free to skip this one. This is all around a really cute fic and I might turn it into a series if you guys want. The time skips are really inconsistent in this though, they’ll go from being a few minutes to being a few months. I might go back and add dates for those though. Anyways enjoy.

“Jenna, Caroline spilled her cereal!” I called upstairs.

“Just give me one second and I’ll clean it up!” She yelled from Hannah’s bedroom.

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Just a couple more days and I’ll be able to see Dad and Uncle Josh...” I muttered to myself.

“Y/N?” I looked down to see Caroline tugging at my leg. “Can I have more cereal?”

I looked to the table covered in Cheerio’s then looked at the clock on the stove. “How about I just make you a sandwich instead. It’s lunchtime anyways.”

She nodded excitedly. “Ham and mayo please.” She beamed.

“Of course.” I let out a little laugh while grabbing the jar of mayonnaise. “Alexa... Play Twenty One Pilots.”

“Playing songs by Twenty One Pilots.” Soon after Stressed Out came on.

“I love this song!” Caroline quickly jumped out of her seat, running over to me. “Will you sing with me?”

I let out a little laugh and started to sing the chorus.

“What’s this? Daddy’s music? Whose idea was that?”Jenna appeared in the kitchen, holding Hannah in her arms. Caroline quickly pointed to me. “Should have known.” Jenna let out a quick laugh.

“What can I say I’m a daddy’s girl.“ Laughing a bit at the nickname given to me.

Soon everyone had their lunch and we were all sat at the table. “When is daddy coming home?” Carolina asked breaking the silence.

“Two more months sweetie but we’re going to visit him soon.” Jenna smiled at her daughter, but the disappointment was obvious. Everyone missed seeing dad, I’m glad I get to finish tour with him and Uncle Josh though.

“You excited for school tomorrow?” I asked changing the subject. Jenna sent me a look, silently thanking me.

“No, not really. On Friday my friends dared me to kiss a boy.” Caroline shot her head up. “I said no because obviously, boys have cooties!”

“That’s good, you’re not allowed to kiss any boys until you’re 16.” Jenna gave her a stern look, laughing shortly after.

“Daddy said I can’t kiss any boy’s until I’m married.”

“Is that so?” I laughed

“When are you allowed to kiss boys Y/N?” Caroline asked.

“I don’t have any rules on when I can kiss boys.” I shrugged.

“Really? That’s not fare.” She huffed crossing her arms.

“Well I think boys are gross so Daddy and Uncle Josh didn’t set any rules.”

“Why did Uncle Josh get to have a say. I bet he would say I could kiss boys younger...” She muttered the last part to herself.

“Because Uncle Josh is like a second dad to Y/N.” Jenna intervened, noticing how I had become uncomfortable.

“I’ll explain it to you later, okay Caroline?” She nodded in response, going back to her sandwich.

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“Y/N?” A small voice came from my door.

“Caroline? What are you doing up?” I asked looking at my clock. It may not be a school night but a six year old should not be up at eleven o’clock at night.

“I can’t sleep...” She looked off the to side.

“You wanna sleep with me?” She nodded, climbing onto the bed. “What’s got you up Tiny?”

“I was thinking about how close you are to Uncle Josh... Why is that?”

I sighed. “When I was your age I didn’t have anyone other than Daddy and Uncle Josh.” She squirmed in my arms a little. “So when it came to raising me, Uncle Josh helped Daddy out.”

“He’s always been there for me, sometimes more than Daddy has. Meaning all those rules and regulations that Daddy and Jenna set up for you, were set up by Daddy and Uncle Josh for me.”

“Regulations?” She looked up.

“Guide lines.”

She nodded her head. “I’m gonna miss you when you go with Daddy and Uncle Josh...”

“I’ll call you every night.”

“But who’s going to make me ham and mayo sandwiches?”

“You’re mom is capable of making them.”

“It won’t be the same...” She mumbled.

“How about this, I’ll make you lunch after you go to church on Sunday and I’ll make you sandwiches to bring to school for the rest of the week?” She nodded.

The conversation ended and Caroline fell asleep.

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Monday came quickly and it was time for me to fly to Charlotte to join Dad and Uncle Josh on tour. I waved goodbye to Jenna, Caroline, and Hannah. Caroline was very visibly crying while holding onto the Build-A-Bear I made more her the day prior, mine tucked safely into my bag.

“Traveling alone?” The barista at the cafe asked.

I nodded. “I’m meeting my dad and uncle in Charlotte.”

“That’s cool, I would never be able to go to school that far away from my parents.” She laughed.

“It’s not like that. They travel a lot and I’m flying in to travel with them, around the country actually.”

“They on a road trip or something?”

“You could say that I guess, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“They’re on tour, they’re uh in a band.”

“What band maybe I’ve heard of them.”

“Uh Twenty One Pilots? They just released a new album”

“Wait their the one’s who made that Stressed Out song right?”

“Yeah that’s them. That songs from their new album.”

“Cool, not really my style but I do really like that song. What’s the new album called?”

“Blurryface.”

“Codi! Stop talking and get back to work!”

“Sorry, here’s your coffee.” I smiled at her walking out of the cafe.

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“Uncle Josh!” I yelled, smiling.

“Y/N! What’s my favorite niece been up to? Don’t tell Caroline and Hannah I said that.” We both laughed.

“Not much, although this new hair place opened and I think I might get my tips done to match yours.” I said pointing to his bright red hair.

“Nope absolutely not!” A voice was heard from behind me. I turned around and smiled.

“Dad!” I wrapped my arms around him.

“Well hello to you to Kiddo.” He laughed wrapping his arms around me.

I let go of him and turned around to pick up my bags, only to see Josh had grabbed them already. “Why do you have this tiny bag?” He asked, holding up a medium sized backpack.

“Dad told me to bring my uke.” I shrugged grabbing both it and my regular backpack.

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“Bye dad!” I shut the front door walking to my car. As I got in my phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hey cutie!” A voice could be heard over my speakers, indicating my phone had connected to the Bluetooth.

“Hey Codi.” I laughed. “I’m on my way.”

“You better be, I can’t wait to see what you’re doing to your hair.”

“I thought I told you?”

“Nope.”

“Whatever you’ll see soon enough.”

We talked for a little while longer until I pulled into her drive way. Codi bolted outside and into my car. “Well hello to you to Dakota.” She laughed a little as well, kissing my cheek.

The drive to the place was fairly quick. Codi had been blasting music the whole ride, but turned it off when I pulled onto North High Street.

“Here it is.” We both looked up to the sign. The word Bishops could be read in white, with an orange-red back ground.

“Hey! How can I help you two lovely woman?” A girl with brightly colored hair smiled.

“Uh I have an appointment, it should be under as Y/N Joseph?”

“Right, here you are.” She smiled looking up. “You’re dying your tips red, right?”

“You’re dying your tips? I though you’re dad said no?” Codi remarked from behind me.

“Yes, but Uncle Josh said yes. As long as I got red.” I smirked knowing that what Josh says, goes.

The girl laughed. “Well my names Max, I’ll be doing you’re hair.” She lead me to a chair. “So red huh? Is that your uncles favorite color or something?”

“His hair’s red, it’s been a joke since I was young that I should always be matching with him.”

“I’m assuming you’re really close then.”

“Yeah, he’s like a second dad to me.” I smiled.

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“All done.” Max turned the chair around so I could see it.

“It looks amazing! Thank you so much!”

“Looking good, cutie.” Codi laughed wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“Just come in when you need a touch up or you want to switch the color.” I nodded paying.

“Thanks again Max!” I said walking out of the shop.

“You’re dad is so gonna kill you.” Codi laughed

“Oh definitely.” I smiled getting into my car.

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“What did you do to your hair!?”

“Dyed it.” I shrugged looking at Dad.

“Was this Josh’s idea?”

“No it was Zack’s. Yes it was my idea Tyler.” Josh laughed.

Dad gave a quick disapproving look to Josh. “You’re lucky I love you too much.”

“Y/N your hair looks great I’m glad it came out the way you wanted.” Jenna smiled as she walked in.

“Thanks Jenna!”

“You knew about this as well?!”

“Well yeah, she double checked that it was okay with me.”

“Y/N!”

“Well would you look at the time, I’ve got a date with Codi. I love you daddy.” I smiled kissing his and Josh’s cheeks.

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“So you have no interest in seeing your mom?” Codi asked.

“She had 17 years to come and visit me. She left me on my dads front door and said she never wanted to see me again.” I sighed, not taking my eye’s off the road. “She doesn’t have any right to see me. And its not like she could say she’s obligated to see me, I’m 18 and even if I wasn’t, her and my dad never fought for custody.”

I turned into Codi’s neighborhood and she promptly ended the conversation. As the car sat in the driveway, I turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow Codes.” She kissed my cheek and left the car.

I sighed backing the car out of the driveway. “This is the right thing to do Y/N. She doesn’t care about you.” I muttered to myself on my way home.

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“Y/N! Someone’s here to see you!” Caroline yelled as she ran into my room.

“Who?”

“I’m not sure but Mommy told me to come get you and then go to my room.”

“Okay thanks C.” I stood from my seat and started walking downstairs. “Jenna? Who’s here to see me?”

In front of me stood Jenna, Dad, Uncle Josh, and two people I didn’t recognize.

Uncle Josh was the one to break the silence. “Y/N why don’t you sit down?” I quietly sat down between him and Dad.

“I-I’m confused, what’s happening?” I turned towards Dad.

“Sweetie don’t you recognize me?” The women spoke. I shook my head.

“Y/N this is your mother.” Something about the way that Dad said mother didn’t feel right. He said it as if I should have known who she is. As if she didn’t ditch me when I was one.

“I thought is was right time we saw each other again.”

“I’m sorry what? Saw each other again? You left me with Dad when I was a baby! You never cared about me so right now I’m confused on why you’re here!”

“I wanted to see my baby again.” She retorted faking politeness.

“You had 17 years to do that. Why are you here now?” Silence fell over everyone. Jenna went upstairs to make sure the girls wouldn’t come downstairs.

The front door closing and footsteps broke that silence. “Hey Joseph’s I’m here for-” Codi spoke unaware of what was happening in the living room. “Y/N...”

“Codi, can we reschedule? Maybe to any other day in my life. Clearly something must be happening today since she’s here.”

“But Y/N, today’s our movie date.” She playfully whined.

“I’m sorry date?” A sharp voice came from behind me.

“Yes a date? Is there an issue with that?” Codi questioned staring at the unfamiliar women.

“No daughter of mine is a fag!” Silence fell again.

“Get out.” Uncle Josh’s voice broke through.

“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“I said get out. I will not tolerate anyone insulting Y/N or her girlfriend. Especially someone as vial as you.” He spat standing up from his chair.

“This is not you’re household nor family.” She scoffed. “Tyler you allow this man to be near our child-”

“My child.” Dad finally spoke.

“Excuse me?”

“My child. You never once even asked about Y/N. You have no right to call her your child.”

“I would never think a man of God like yourself would allow someone as disgusting as her,” She quickly pointed at me. “To live in your house.”

She grabbed the arm of the man with her and dragged him out of the house. “I’m sorry N/N.” Dad said wrapping me in a hug.

“It’s fine Dad.” I replied. Another pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

“Josh?” Dad laughed.

“What? I wanted to be apart of the moment!” He laughed.

“Group hug!” Codi yelled grabbing onto me as well. Dad and Uncle Josh readjusted to fit her in.

“Did someone say group hug?” Caroline’s voice could be heard as she ran int group of people.

I picked her up as Jenna walked downstairs with Hannah in her hands. “Yeah someone said group hug.” I smiled as Codi wrapped her arms around me again.

----

“Okay you’re dad couldn’t handle you dying your hair and now you’re getting a tattoo?” Codi laughed.

“Hey! I have permission this time.” I playfully shoved her as I pulled into the parking lot of the tattoo parlor.

“What are you getting anyways?” Codi asked as I sat down in the chair. I explained it too her and finished right as the tattoo artist finished putting the base on my arm.

----

“Y/N I swear if you got anything stupid or inappropriate-” Dad cut himself off seeing seeing the tattoo. “Y-You got one of my lyrics tattooed on you?”

“Okay either you’re blind or full of yourself.” I laughed looking at the tattoo on my arm. I was a tree house set on fire and had the lyrics from Forest around it. “Anyways of course I did. I wanted my first tattoo to have a special meaning.”

“I got one as well!” Codi proudly showed off the small band wrapped around her wrist. “Dad’s prolly get get emotion once he asks what it means though...”

“Well I’m glad you both got things that mean something to you.”

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queennicoleinboots · 5 years

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I Hate This Planet, part 2

She shrugged. "Thank you. I have to make arrangements for Jamie's care while I am off this planet," she said as she left the room.

Jasper laughed. "Great! We have a deal. Now let me get back to work," he said.

Will do," I said as I chuckled and hung up the phone.

"Please do. Jamie drives me fucking nuts!" Godiva said as she walked away.

"Jamie drives me fucking nuts, too!!! Always has ever since I was fucking conceived. There hasn't been one goddamn day of my life that he hasn't irked me in some shape or form. FUCK," Peter said as he slapped his monitor. "I'd like to throw this computer out of the window of the ship as soon as I leave this PIECE OF SHIT PLANET!!!!!" He sung the word, "planet."

"Would you like to design the website before or after you leave the planet?" I asked.

"AFTER," Peter said with a smile. "But not before my novel drives me completely bat shit CRAZY! Who knew a Wizard of Oz spoof would be so hard to write! What the fuck?!"

"As you yell randomly every day of your life, Peter, writing is hard man!" I answered.

"You got that right. Damn it all to hell. Nothing ever goes as you plan it. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" Peter yelled as he threw his hands in the air repeatedly.

I agreed with that statement more than ever. So I said "Fuck it," finished my job there, and attempted to see Mr. Williamson.

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I was trying to figure how I was going to ask him to join us on our intergalactic journey the fuck out of here. I had to tell him that Pain-in-the-ass Peter, Joke-ridden Joebear, and Jaded Jasper were going to be on the ship with me. I also had to tell him about the animals and Gentle Godiva.

I heard a car coming up his driveway. All seemed normal until I heard Mr. Williamson yelling, "Yes! I can carry a leaning tower of food! I'm not weak. I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM!!!!"

My ears perked up before I saw Jewel, his angry wife, walk past me to and try to find her house keys.

"Hey Zara. How are you? I'm sorry. Today has been too much. My husband assumed I was picking on him. I'm just trying to help," she said as she was exasperated.

"I know the feeling. My husband AND my pain in the ass boss treat me the same way," I said.

"Hey, Mr. Williamson, do you need help with the food. It's leaning over," Ted the Alligator asked.

"No! I don't need help! I know it's leaning. I can feel it's leaning! I've been carrying food all my life! I can walk, run, jump, skip, carry food, AND do math!" Mr. Williamson yelled as he carried the food without assistance with no trouble at all.

I cracked up and held my abdomen.

"Oh dear, here we go," Jewel said as she rolled her brown eyes behind square-framed glasses as she struggled to find the house keys.

Mr. Williamson was walking toward us. "I have a vision problem! I have a vision problem! I don't have a mental problem! I don't have a physical problem! I can lift weights, move objects, carry 100 pounds, I've been carrying food all my life! NO I DON'T Need help carrying my food!" he continued to rant.

I continued to laugh hysterically and began rocking back and forth. Among Jasper, Joebear, Peter, and Mr. Williamson, I lost five pounds while laughing that day. Jewel turned her head to the side and grinned as she tried not to laugh. Ted was cracking up as he followed Mr. Williamson.

"I could do more than you can!" Mr. Williamson yelled as he walked toward the front door. "I'll even open the front door! I can do that! I can withstand the wind! I'm not going to get knocked over if someone tries to push me over. I use my cane because I have a VISION problem!!!!"

Ted rolled on the ground and laughed. Jack the Crocodile came around the corner and looked confused.

"What's going on?" Jack the Crocodile asked.

"I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM! And I could open the front door if I had the keys. Jewel, the keys should be in the left pocket of your purse! I can remember things. I'm not disabled! I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM!!!!" Mr. Williamson ranted.

"Answers my question," Jack said as he laughed.

Jewel fished through her purse and found her keys. "There they are! You're right, Brandon," she said with a smile as she handed him the keys.

He took the keys and unlocked the door. "Good Jesus! I can use keys to open doors. Hell, I can HOLD THE DOOR OPEN for you, too!" He continued to rant.

I continued to laugh as I walked in the door. "Thank you, Mr. Williamson."

"I'm not going to fall if someone SHOVES ME!" He continued before acting like he was falling. "I can stand on my own two feet!"

Jewel walked through the door and cracked up.

He closed the door behind us and continued, "I'm sorry. It's just overwhelming dealing with people asking me if I need help all the time."

"I can imagine," I said with a laugh.

"Anyway, how are you?" he asked.

"Ugh. Stressed out about Peter as usual. He is such a spoiled brat. But Jasper is building a space ship to get my small group of friends off of this planet. The problem is, Peter wants off the planet because he is stressed out about his dad. So, Peter is paying $200 to Jasper to get on the ship while he is tied up. Joebear is also coming along because he is stressed out about the government shutdown. Would you like to come along?" I said.

"YES! I'm stressed out about people THINKING I'M DISABLED!" he yelled.

Ted burst through the door. "Can we come? I'm stressed out about Cody, my arch nemesis?"

Jack followed him and said, "Please? I'm stressed out the Democratic party not letting Trump build a wall to keep out Mexicans who can't climb."

"Sure! It would be fun to torture Peter. You guys can bite Peter's toes and fingers," I said.

Mr. Williamson laughed. "Hey Jewel. I'm leaving Earth soon. Want to join?"

"Are you crazy?! I ain't leaving Earth. You can go, but I'm staying here. Send a post card," she answered.

"Okay, I will, dear," Mr. Williamson said.

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After I finished my job with Mr. Williamson, I went to see Jasper. Jasper was banging on the gigantic space ship he was building in his backyard. He was grunting and pounding the metal.

"Fuck you, Wynona! Even when you're dead, you're a pain in my ass! I can't delete evidence that you existed. Thirty-five years of torture! What a waste! Bullshit!" he screamed as he built his space ship.

Wynona was his wife for 35 years of agony. This was the same woman who sung "Where the fuck is the corn?" in Publix a year ago before a disgruntled mail carrier ran her over in her own living room. Many bad memories were revolved around her and her living room.

Murphee, Jasper's black lab, Irish setter, and chow mix, sung opera to alert Jasper of my coming. "Figaro Figaro Figaro! She is here, Jasper!"

"Thank you, Murphee," he said as he continued to beat the metal into submission. "Get the fuck on there, you piece of shit. I have to get the fuck out if here!"

"Hello Jasper," I said as I cracked up.

"Hey Xara. Can you hand me that drill? I can't get this screw into this hole. Always some bullshit," Jasper spoke.

I handed him the drill. "I appreciate this, Jasper," I said.

"Well, as much as I'd like to be myself, I figured I'd make some space bucks by having you and your friends come along. If it were just you and me, it would be free, but I know how much you like having other assholes around," he said before he drilled the screw into the metal.

"True. My life would feel empty if I weren't causing pain and suffering to others," I said as I observed Jasper building the chassis for the space ship.

"That's true," he said. "Your friends are fucked up. At least all I would have to deal with is your friends. Not the rest of assholes."

"My friends are the biggest assholes in the world. You're a complete asshole. Peter is a total asshole. Joebear has his asshole moments. Mr. Williamson can be an asshole at times. Ted and Jack are assholes, too," I said.

"Who the fuck are Ted and Jack?" he asked as he was playing blacksmith with one of the metal panels of the ship.

"An alligator and a crocodile, respectively," I said.

"What?! Why am I letting an alligator and a crocodile on my space ship?" Jasper asked with an exasperated sigh. "That's suicide!"

"Nah. They are civil to everyone except Peter," I said.

"Fuck Peter. Let them on for free!" Jasper said loudly.

Murphee walked over to us and started talking, "What? Dad! You can't let large reptilian beasts on our ship! That's ridiculous! We're trying to get away from dumb shit like that!" He growled.

"The hell I can't. If Peter is coming along, so are they!" Jasper said.

"Damn. I guess they are coming. I can't resist Peter's sexy smell. I don't know how Tug doesn't constantly hump his legs," Murphee said.

"At least I get to see Peter get tortured by swamp beasts," Jasper said.

"Always a pleasure to see," I said.

Jasper laughed. "Any time Peter is being tormented, I'm a happy guy!" he said as he was building the ship and grinning widely.

All of a sudden, one of the parts of ship broke off into a million pieces.

He walked over and just stared at it. All of a sudden, he let out a blood-curdling scream.

I jumped back.

"I have to reorder the part! I have to reorder the part! Okay! Okay! Okay!" Jasper stared at the pieces with wide eyes and was hyper ventilating. "It was an expensive part, too."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry. I take it the venture off this planet will be delayed?" I asked.

"YES!!!!! It's always something!!!!" Jasper yelled. "You know what?! I'm going to go to my computer and order that part again. Then once I order the part, I am going to destroy my already rotting pool deck." Jasper had a frustrated grin on his face as he went to his computer.

We searched for the part online. Jasper kept saying, "Nope!" and shaking his head because he couldn't find the right part. Murphee barked and panted periodically. I pet Murphee and playbeat him.

While Jasper was saying "Nopenopenopenope!!!" and slamming his fist into the computer desk periodically, Murphee and I playfully wrestled.

When Jasper finally found the part, he said, "Son of a bitch! Only the Czech Republic makes these parts!!! I GUESS I'LL ORDER FROM THERE!!!!"

As he was ordering, he was saying, "Okay! Okay! Okay!' repeatedly.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"Two fucking weeks! I gotta wait two fucking weeks! Okay! Let's order this goddamn part!" he said as he ordered the part.

When he finished the order, he turned off his computer and had a frustrated smile plastered on his face. "I'm going to chop holes into my pool deck now so that I don't go on a murdering spree!" he announced.

"And I'll just do my job..." I said.

At that point, Jasper and I went our separate ways and were hoping we could get off this planet sooner than later.

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oneletteredwondered · 6 years

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Uuuhhhh sanders sides mental hospital au with a bunch of cliches that literally no one asked for but it's also a soulmate au????

uhh warnings for disorder talk, suicide mention, swearing?

Polyamsanders mostly

Main story line?

When Virgil was a kid his parents were nice and all, but they did punish him for seemingly random things

They had him do chores a very specific way and if it wasn't done that way, he had to do it again and again to make sure it was proper

It resulted in him having a very high anxiety disorder, both socially and in general

He found he couldn't talk to a lot of people afraid to mess up, and over thinking how he messed up

Especially when it came to his soulmates

Had never written to them, refused to look at their notes, didn't think he would be able to keep them with how he is

Does not do well in messy environments, not necessarily OCD, but close

When he managed to move out his anxiety left his home foodless, and he couldn't talk to get food, so he went hungry

Ended up a cycle and punishment system for himself

Can't talk so can't eat, couldn't talk don't deserve to eat

Someone found him passed out in the laundry room of his apartment complex

Doctors found him extremely malnourished and unable to communicate, so they sent him to the mental hospital to get better

Virgil had the absolute worst time adjusting, had multiple panic attacks every day for like a week straight

He wouldn't talk to anyone and could barely be forced out of bed to join group sessions or meal times

Barely ate anything and almost passed out again

After two weeks of straight up anxiety and no food exhaustion, he finally got tired enough to actually talk to his therapist

Dr Picani is wonderful, says things light hearted and never tries to pry. The kind of therapist to make a small joke or reference to make sure his clients aren't having huge breakdowns

Virgil does open up to him, they decide to tackle the anorexia first

It's difficult to convince Virgil he’s worthy of eating and that food should never under any circumstances be used negatively

But they manages to get him to at least eat something and that's a start

The first time Picani asks about virgil’s soulmate, Virgil has a panic attack

And every time after as well

Come to find out the word 'soulmate' is triggering to him

Sudden flashes of hunger pains and a blinding feeling he's not worth it

They start using the word heartbound

Virgil starts trying to hang out and talk to some of the other residents

Has a panic attack before he can say hi, but the others walk him back to his room and invite him to hang out later

He does, and its good for his recovery

It takes some time to get virgil proper anxiety medication, his body rejects the first two, throwing up and feeling too tired

Virgil wants to stop feeling helpless and so scared all the time, wants to start getting better

They get him on a small dose of one kind, and it works for a while

Picani convinces Virgil that even if he wants to get better on his own, his heartbounds deserve to know he exists, that Virgil shouldn't be afraid to do so

So Virgil does, with overwhelming support from people he doesn't know

He doesn't talk to them, but he no longer hides their notes from himself

Visiting/progress update day is coming up, and with Picani there to tell him it's okay, Virgil writes the address of the hospital asking them to come

He gets confirmation and is able to calm himself out of an attack before it can really start

It's a good day

They carefully raise his dosage till he can be more personable, more himself

He's shaking visiting day, a message on his arm that his heartbounds will be wearing black, blue, and red respectively

So when three people walk in, one in a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, another in a blue tee with a design on it that looks like it could be a grandma sweater, and another in a red shirt with white sleeves and heeled boots, Virgil almost faints

There's a lot going for him and it's hard to handle

So the one in the blue sweater is the first to notice Virgil staring bugeyed at them and just knows

So they all go over to him and Virgil stands in a daze and just falls into their arms, clinging to each of them with all he has

They whisper words of encouragement and love and someone is kissing his head and hands and gosh there's a lot going on

The actual session is good, Picani tells virgil’s heartbounds his progress (eating more, anxiety medication getting to the right spot, self confidence boosted) and they are so happy and proud!!!!

Almost a panic attack when they mention 'soulmate', Virgil manages to coax himself out of it while Picani carefully explains triggers

It's a tearful and loving goodbye and Virgil is sure he might just explode because his mind had thought about this moment before and it's never been this good and this is real and oh god hes crying and now the other ones are crying and hugging him and it's a lot

He's damn exhausted at the end of the day

But he has his heartbound now, and it's okay

Eventually he does get out, better, happier, healthier, and his heartbound are 170% so ready to have him in their lives

Other character notes

Picani and Logan are brothers, Picani is older by 6 years

Picani has cute art all over his session room, also a bunch of blankets

Always has candy

Studied psychology because of his soulmate, wanted to help them get better

Turns out you can't be your soulmates therapist so oops

He likes his job a lot anyways

Logan is a history professor

He's also on the autistic spectrum

Very sound sensitive

Doesn't understand social cues a lot, not sure how to properly small talk, and ends up leaving out information that might be important

Such as telling his brother Picani that he has another soulmate who is in therapy who finally talked to him, the day Virgil writes to his soulmates for the first time

He doesn't understand why he's being teased for this

Gets in the habit of telling Virgil "this is a comfortable silence for me" because sometimes Logan will just stop and think and its.. very quiet

He also says obvious things, because honestly, it's nice for Virgil

"I find your company an enjoyable addition to my life" "this conversation is pleasant, I am just done talking now"

Hyperfixation on space and stars and history

Stims upset but clenching and unclenching his hands, happy stims by tapping

Patton works at a daycare center

Has adhd

It's hard for him to sit still and focus, can't remember a lot of things no matter how often hes been told

Has every single fidget product ever

Works best when he has three things to do at once

When he gets into hyperfocus, it's really difficult to get him out of it

Ends up skipping meals and other daily activities because of it

Wet himself once because he knew that if he moved from his spot he would never get back into the same groove

He's very embarrassed by this fact

Hyperfixates on dog and cat breeds

Roman does a bunch of shit

Acts, dances, designs, creates, anything that involves doing and 'art' has doing it

Has manic depressive bipolar disorder

His room is atrocious and there are half finished projects everywhere

He can never seem to complete anything, and when he does he hates it

His depressive episodes come about after finishing things or having not finished something in a long time

He feels worthless and that he can't do anything

His lows are not often, but they hit hard.

He's very dead to the world in such a state, likes it when Logan reads to him

Was treated by Picani too

They have all been living together for three years before getting their first message from virgil

Patton FLIPPED OUT, Roman screamed, and Logan kind of just went 'oh' but they could tell he was happy because he kept tapping his hands to his legs

At the hospital virgil made friends with the following people:

Elliot is one of the first to welcome Virgil and always invited Virgil to hang with the rest of them, no matter how many times Virgil said no

Virgil walks past the hang out room, he calls to ask if he wants to hang out, virgil shakes his head hard and runs. every day for like a month until virgil says yes.

Got really happy when Virgil said yes

In the hospital to get over trauma from an abusive relationship, flinches a lot

Declan, is, an asshole

He's also a pathological liar

has scratches down the side of his face from when one of his parents threw a vase at him

No one knows what is real name is, said is was felio, fabian, Damien, declan, dimitri, dolos, lionel, loki, belial, cody, and on one momentous occasion, Samantha

Most of the names he give a start with d, so most just call him Dee or declan, its the name he gives out most

Sometimes hell ask to be called a certain name for a day, everyone just rolls with it

Declan learned to lie and lie well due to overly strict and picky parents, it was to protect himself from them and even protect his older brother who was a lot softer than him

older brother, who is actually called fabian, is there for him on visiting day.

Will say something, wince, take a deep breath, then say the truth with a lot of effort

Writing is so much easier for him

Has insane trust issues, his name being one of them, only his family really know it

Has only told his soulmate his name

Picani knows his name, won’t tell anyone

Remy

Is also an asshole but like in a nice way?

Fucking loud to compensate for how tired he really is

In his own words, ‘has insomnia and is depressed A-F’

Wanted to kill himself

Will claim Starbucks saved his life to be dramatic, only few people know why, declan virgil and picani know

Remy is the kind of depressed where he wouldn’t kill himself because of 'future obligation’

'My parents aren’t home I could easily do it but I told them I would feed the cats and they wont get fed if i do it now’ or 'i have so much time but I told my friend i would edit their essay and I need to do that first’

Went out with friends to just dick around, got a stupid fancy drink at Starbucks, and told his mom about it when he got home

Decided he would kill himself tomorrow, he gave his friends one last good memory, told his mom he loved her, he was ready

Next day his mom give a him a 50$ gift card to starbucks, told him it’s for him and his friends because that’s the happiest she’s seen him in so long

He fucking broke down because he can’t kill himself now, he can’t waste her money or her kindness but he’s so fucking tired and so done and he can’t do it anymore

She supports him as best she can and gets him to the hospital

During visiting day she brings his friends, all wearing matching sunglasses, and a coffee carrier with like five different drinks all for him

They all scream at each other happily and they talk about how much better he looks, how much happier

His friends are the slowmo super heroes and sun and moon

No one in the hospital knows his soulmate or if he even has one

uhh taadaa! do with this what you will

#polyamsanders #virgil sanders #emile picani #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #sympathetic deceit #fic #my post

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