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proxima-writes · 7 months

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𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4.1k

summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, no defined reader age or physical appearance besides outfits, alcohol use, joel getting slapped, tommy is a little shit, first date anxiety, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, girl on top, couch sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, deep throating, more men whimpering and begging 2k23. let me know if any warnings are missing!

author’s note: look, i know i’m in the middle of my spooky specials but i saw two very specific tik toks that left me with the need to write this 😵‍💫 also this post layout is inspired by @bits-and-babs, whose works and aesthetic are chef’s kiss.

“Why did you pick this place?” Joel grumbles, hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. People keep jostling him as they squeeze past, forcing him to keep his elbow tight to his side to avoid having his beer be collateral damage.

“You’ll see,” Tommy says with a cryptic wink. Joel rolls his eyes.

Tommy has dragged him out to a saloon style bar, complete with swinging wooden doors and longhorn skulls decorating the walls. Everything is shiny dark wood and western motif, down to the saddle style barstools. Most of the patrons have leaned into the theme, too — tassels, leather, cowboys hats, and ostentatious belt buckles.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice calls out over the speakers. “The show is about to begin!”

“Show?” Joel asks dubiously. Tommy only grins at him, dragging him by the arm towards the back of the bar.

He weaves through the crowd until they’re only behind a few rows of people that have gathered around a mechanical bull riding ring, of all things. The floor of the ring is inflatable and in the middle sits the brown bull figure. Joel catches his first glimpse of you, a gorgeous woman in denim cut offs standing beside the bull. Your black leather halter top plunges low to expose your cleavage and stops short of the waist of your shorts, a tantalizing strip of your stomach on display. The black leather of the top matches your black leather boots and the cuffs snapped around your wrists.

“One of Salty Saloon’s very own has stepped up to take the bull by the horns tonight!”

You lift a hand to wave, bright smile on your face as you take in the crowd. Your eyes land on Joel and for a brief moment he swears he stops breathing. He can’t hear anything the emcee is saying, all the noise around him just a dull buzz as he watches you swing yourself up onto the back of the bull.

“Alright, alright, alright! Our rider’s goal is to stay on for one minute using only one hand! If she falls before the buzzer, y’all get nothin’. But if she makes it, shots are half off for the rest of the night!”

A cacophony of cheers erupts around Joel and you straighten your spine, holding your hand out with a thumbs up. The music starts, some pop song he’s heard on the radio in the morning when he’s taking Sarah to school, and the mechanical bull turns in a slow circle. You have one hand twisted in a leather strap, the other raised above your head as the bull bucks and swings, your hips moving smoothly with the machine.

“Goddamn,” someone says from behind Joel. “I ain’t ever wanted to be a bull so bad in my life.”

Me, too, he thinks.

Your thighs press tight against the sides of the bull as it swings around, turning you to face the section of crowd Joel stands in. You release the hand grip, both hands in the air now as you rely solely on your legs and core to keep you up on the machine. When the machine turns again, you manage to lift your body and swing your legs around to reverse your position, now seated facing the back of the bull.

“Alright, ten more seconds!” The emcee calls out. The crowd starts to cheer your name and Joel can’t help but join in, eyes glued to you as you continue to swing and sway like all the movements are nothing but second nature to you.

“Three! Two! One!”

A cowbell goes off, signaling the end of your ride. The bull slows to a stop and you sit there for a moment to catch your breath, waving at the crowd. The bar owner, Johnny, comes out onto the crash pad with a huge grin on his face.

“Great job up there, kid. Now go sell some half priced shots,” he says with a good natured pat on your shoulder.

You return to the bar, where the other two bartenders scheduled tonight field the after-show rush, lining up shot glasses and filling them in quick succession with the requested liquor. When you get behind the bar, a familiar head of curly hair catches your eye.

“Tommy!” You call, excited to see one of you favorite regulars. He shouts your name as you stop in front of him.

“This is my brother, Joel!” He says, slapping the back of the man beside him. You’d seen him in the crowd, a handsome guy with broad shoulders stretching a dark blue t-shirt, warm tan skin, and messy curls that speak to the family resemblance between him and Tommy. You reach a hand across the bar, Joel’s calloused fingers dragging against your palm as you greet the man.

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel. Can I get y’all anything?” You ask. Tommy grins.

“Let me get this man a slap shot!” He yells.

You glance at Joel. “That okay with you?” You ask.

His eyes are comically wide as he nods. You step back to ring the bell behind the bar, your fellow bartenders whooping and cheering, a chant of “SLAP SHOT! SLAP SHOT!” echoing around you.

Haley sets a glass of water on the bar for you and you grab a pint glass, filling it with ice and two ounces of Jim Beam and amaretto. You smack the steel shaker on top, grabbing both glasses and shaking them vigorously over your shoulder.

You strain the contents of the shaker into a shot glass, amber liquid flowing to the brim. When you’ve got everything ready, you leave the back of the bar and squeeze your way through the crowd until you’re in front of the two brothers and can hoist yourself up onto the bar.

“Alright, Joel, are you ready?” You shout. He looks a little confused, brows pinched tight over kind brown eyes, but he nods anyway, holding his hand out for the shot glass. Tommy watches with a shit eating grin. “Three! Two! One!”

Joel takes the shot and you follow it with a glass of water to his face and a slap across his jaw in quick succession. Tommy is howling with laughter and Joel’s face is one of pure shock, red blooming across the skin of his cheek. He turns to his brother.

“Tommy, what the fuck!” Joel shouts. His hand wraps into the neck of Tommy’s shirt. “You little fuckin’ shit!”

You have the sinking realization that Joel wasn’t prepared for what a slap shot entails. You had just assumed this was something Tommy had told him about, having been to the bar so much the last few months.

Joel looks mad as hell, his shoulders tense and you worry he may actually throw a punch at Tommy. You hop from the bar and get between the two men, pressing a hand to their chests and pushing them apart.

"You, come with me," you say, pointing to Joel. "And you," -- you jab a finger into Tommy's chest -- "are on my shit list."

You take Joel by the hand and guide him to the back office, shutting the door and muffling the noises of the bar beyond it. His face is still dripping wet and the water dripping from his chin has gathered into a sizeable spot on the collar of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry," you start, rifling through the storage cabinet for a bar towel. You hold it out to him, avoiding his gaze. "Tommy comes here so much that I just thought he'd told you about what a slap shot was. I should have told you, oh my god."

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't mad at you," Joel says, running the towel over his damp face. "Tommy, though. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' ass later."

"Still," you mumble, twisting your hands together nervously. "I'm sorry. Is your cheek okay?"

He rubs the towel over his head to dry his hair a bit, the action leaving him adorable mussed, curly strands sticking up in every direction. You're staring at him, maybe a little too much, but who can blame you? The man is hot.

"Yeah, trust me. I've had worse," Joel replies with a laugh.

"You get slapped by women often?" You tease.

"The number of times ain't just one."

"Oh, a bad boy. Mama warned me about guys like you."

He laughs again, long and low, running a hand through his hair. "Well, thank you for the towel."

"Right. And your next drink is on me. As an apology," you tell him.

"I'd rather get your number," he says. "You know, as an apology."

You raise your eyebrows at him before turning to the manager's desk, grabbing a marker and tugging the cap off with your teeth. You slide a hand down his arm, lifting his forearm up so that you can write down your number across the smooth, tan skin.

"I'm off next weekend," you comment when you've recapped the marker.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joel replies with a grin.

Joel's nervous as he waits outside of your apartment building in his truck, fingers tapping a nameless tune against the steering wheel. It's Saturday night and he's here to pick you up for dinner at a restaurant in downtown Austin, one that required he dig out the old black button down he keeps shoved in the back of his closet for parent-teacher conferences and funerals.

The front door to your building opens and you emerge, dressed in a pretty red wrap dress and black heels. Joel gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to open the door for you and he's surprised when you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," you say in greeting, climbing into the truck and settling into the passenger seat, your purse on your lap. Joel can't help the dopey grin that's surely stretched across his face.

“Hey, yourself. You look nice,” he replies. He shuts the door and jogs around the the driver’s side.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tell him as he starts the truck up. He can feel his cheeks get warm and he hopes that you can’t see him the proof of his nerves in the dark cab.

At the restaurant, the host leads you both to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, pristine white tablecloth topped with a small vase of flowers and a flickering votive candle. A waiter in a white button down comes by to take your drink orders before disappearing the the kitchen, leaving the two of you regarding each other in silence.

“Look, I gotta be honest about somethin’,” Joel says, leg bouncing beneath the table. “I’ve got a kid. Sarah, she’s thirteen. Light of my life, you know?” He takes a deep breath before finishing with, “And I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since she’s been born, so this is just…a little new to me.”

“You have a kid?” You ask. For a moment Joel worries that he may have ended this before it could even get a chance to begin, but then your face lights up with a sweet smile and you ask, “Will you tell me about her?”

Joel does. In between ordering and eating your delicious meals, you and Joel discuss anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah and his contracting work, while you tell him about your full time job as a pharmacy technician, the gig at the bar a part time thing on some weekends. He nearly makes you snort your water out of your nose with a story about rescuing Tommy from the bathroom of the girl he’d been seeing when her long distance boyfriend, who Tommy didn’t know existed, showed up at her apartment.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim breathlessly. “And he just jumped out of the bathroom window?”

“To be fair, she had a first floor unit,” Joel confirms. “His royal pain in the ass still made me take him to urgent care because he thought he broke his ankle.”

“You’re a good brother,” you say with a smile. Joel feels the warmth of it in his veins.

After dinner, the ride back to your place is quiet, the comfortable silence filled with the low music from the radio. In a moment of bravery, Joel reaches over and lays a hand on your low thigh, just above your knee as he drives. He refuses to look over at you, but from the corner of his eye he sees you look down at his hand before looking back out the window.

He counts that as a win.

He pulls up the curb outside your apartment and kills the engine. You speak before he has a chance to agonize over what to say.

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask.

He feels relief and anxiety in one fell swoop. He agonizes internally over whether to kiss you goodnight as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, the buzzing in his brain momentarily silenced while he watches your hips sway as you climb the steps.

You stop on the second floor, guiding him down a long hallway to a door marked with a black metal number three. You turn to face him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“This is me,” you murmur. Joel swallows nervously.

“Right. I, uh…I had a really great time tonight,” he says.

“Would you…want to come inside?”

Joel’s brain short circuits. “Would I—? Yeah.”

You turn to unlock the door, pushing into your apartment and Joel follows you inside. The apartment is dark but you quickly turn on the lights as you move further inside, illuminating an open living room with a dining nook. There’s a door off to the right that he assumes is your bedroom and an open kitchen to the left. It’s small, but it’s cozy, bursting with colors and fabrics and mismatched furniture.

“Well, this is home,” you say with a shrug. You set your purse down on the small circular dining table. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve got beer, some liquor on the bar cart over there if you want to have a look.”

“Beer is fine,” Joel says, taking a seat on the comfy looking couch. You return with a bottle of beer, passing it to him before settling in beside him, kicking off your heels and drawing your legs up beneath you.

He takes a sip, fortifying his nerves. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a long time since he’s been on a date, but even sex has been a distant thought for the last year or so. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

“So,” you start, your elbow pressed into the back couch cushion while you lean your face into the palm of your hand. “You wanna know what I think?”

“‘Bout what?” Joel asks.

“You.”

“You got a report card ready for me already?”

“I think” — you take the beer bottle from his hand, setting it on the coffee table — “you’ve spent a long time being a caretaker. Right? You’ve got Tommy, who was already a handful. Your daughter, who’s obviously priority number one. You’ve got a business to worry about, workers to care for.” You shuffle closer on your knees, swinging a leg over his and settling yourself onto his lap. “This okay?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he replies, probably a bit too enthusiastically. His fingers curl into the couch cushions and he wants to reach up to wrap his hands around your waist but he’s not sure if he should.

You play with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think about having someone take care of you for a change?”

Joel’s stomach flips, cock jumping in interest as the blood in his brain rushes south and leaves him only capable of responding with a mumbled, “Oh?”

“I just think you deserve someone treating you real nice,” you say with a shrug. Deft fingers work at undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when I was so mean when we met, slapping you across the face like I did.”

“Told you not to worry ‘bout that,” he replies, head dropping against the back cushions. “S’not like I didn’t like it.”

“You like to be roughed up a little, Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe.”

Your grin is wicked as you drag your nails down the now exposed skin of his chest. He hisses at the sting of it.

“Interesting,” you murmur. You lean close, chest pressed against his, hands coming up to frame his face. Your nails scratch through his beard now and he groans his appreciation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. “Please?”

You respond by pressing your lips to his, chaste as first. Your mouths move together slowly, feeling each other out. It’s you that takes it deeper, tracing your tongue over his bottom lip and dipping it inside to tangle with his. He wraps his arms around your low back, holding you tightly in his lap as he consumes you, drunk on the feeling of your breath in his lungs.

You drags yours lips away from his with a slick sound, trailing them along his jaw and towards his ear. You nip at his earlobe, teeth gentle and breath hot before whispering, “Can I suck your cock, Joel?”

A whimper claws it’s way up Joel’s throat as he nods, already unable to form words. He’s no stranger to turning into a puddle for a pretty woman but he’s certain this must be a new record.

You slip from his lap and kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart so that you can settle in between them. Your hands reach for his belt, tugging on the buckle and pulling it loose so that you can pop the button of his jeans and tug the zipper down, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room.

Your fingers curl into the waist of his jeans and Joel lifts his hips a bit to aid you in tugging them halfway down his thighs. His cock tents his boxers in an obscene way, a wet spot already staining the fabric. You run your palms up his thighs before bracketing his member between your hands, lightly running your thumbs up his length.

“Christ,” Joel says, teeth digging into his lip.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh huh.”

You smile beatifically before leaning forward, warm breath on his covered cock as you press gentle kisses through the fabric. Joel’s hips twitch and he lets out a deep groan.

You tug the elastic of his boxers over his length, tucking it beneath his balls. He’s practically vibrating with need but you continue to take your sweet time, pressing more kisses along his shaft, tracing the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein.

“You have a pretty cock, Joel,” you say, wrapping your hand around the base of him to hold him steady. It’s a struggle to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your tongue lapping at the bead of precum gathered on his flushed tip, or the way your own eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of appreciation.

You wrap your lips around his cock, taking him inch by agonizing inch into your warm mouth and Joel feels any semblance of sanity disappear from his lust clouded brain. Your eyes stay fixed on him as take him in as far as you can, throat fluttering around the sensitive head when you swallow before pulling up, twirling your tongue around the tip, and plunging back down.

“Christ,” Joel groans, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You look so goddamn good like that.”

You lift off his cock and take it in your hand, moving it across your lips as you ask, “Like what?”

“Chokin’ on my cock, sweetheart,” he growls.

“That was nothing.”

Joel’s about to ask what you mean when you lower your mouth over his length once more. He can feel you flatten your tongue, your throat and jaw relaxing enough to take him to the very base, your nose tickling the wiry curls on his pelvis. He moans as you swallow around him, breathing through your nose and holding yourself there for a moment before coming up with a gasp, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and spit making your chin shiny in the low light.

“So…I could keep doing this,” you tell him, “or…”

“Or?” He asks.

“Or…you could let me make us both feel good.”

You stand up, your hands untying the knot that holds your dress together so you can push it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You push your panties down your legs and unhook your bra, leaving you gloriously naked in front him, every inch of you like a piece of art meant to be admired. Joel’s hands, greedy and unfulfilled up until now, reach up to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy hot and wet against his cock. He lets his hands wander over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the way your ass fits in his palms and the way you hiss when his thumb caresses a tight nipple.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moans, his lips against your rapid pulse, teeth ghosting the thin skin of your neck. “Need you so bad, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies to hold his throbbing cock steady, notching it at your soaked entrance and beginning a slow slide down.

Joel is panting against your sweat slick chest, mumbling desperate words into your skin as you take him inside of you as slowly as you can, thighs burning with the effort. When you’ve finally seated yourself on his lap, his head drops back to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut tightly and fingers nearly bruising on your thighs.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.”

Where he’s desperate for you to stay still, you’re already desperate to move. His cock is perfect, thick and long with a slight upward curve, pressing up against your g-spot with stunning accuracy. You’re certain this won’t last long for either of you.

You rock slowly, forward and back, little movements of your hips. Joel lifts his head, looking down at where your bodies are connected with dark eyes. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug that has him hissing your name.

You start to move more quickly, rolling your body in smooth waves over his. He’s panting as he looks up at you, sweat gathering at his temple, and his hands grip your ass and follow your movement reverently.

“So fuckin’ good,” he moans, “you’re gonna make me come, baby, goddamn.”

You speed up, bouncing on his lap now. Your couch creaks the slightest bit, protesting your movements, but you don’t care — all you care about is the man beneath you and the desperate little noises spilling from his lips as you make good on your promise to take care of him.

“Touch me,” you command. “I’m so close, Joel, please.”

He’s a good listener, your Joel, his thumb immediately finding your clit and circling it with messy movements that drive you wild, that tension in your muscles coiling tighter. Joel’s hips flex into yours with each drop down his length, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spill from both of you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. He wraps his arms around you, really thrusting into you now as your own movements falter and you collapse forward, head buried against his neck as you come, trembling with the strength of it.

It’s not long after that he goes still, cock pulsing inside of you as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. You stay slumped against each other, catching your breaths and waiting for your racing hearts to come back down to earth.

“That was…,” Joel says with a breathless laugh that shakes his chest. His fingers play up and down your back, soothing and gentle. “Goddamn, that was amazin’.”

“Yeah?” You ask, lifting your head. You smooth his messy hair back from his forehead. “You weren’t so bad either.”

He nips at your neck in retaliation, making you laugh and squirm away from him.

“Do you have to get going?” You ask.

“No,” he replies. “Tommy’s watchin’ Sarah for me tonight. He owes me one. Besides, I’m ain’t done with you yet.”

“No?”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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shot through the heart |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: eddie and you make a bet playing darts one night at the hideout. loser gives the other head.

contains: sexual themes 18+ MINORS DNI. oral male rec, a little fem rec at the end. overall filth.

Eddie sat at the bar, still in black but not in his usual work attire. Joey had agreed to let Corroded Coffin play tonight, a Thursday night slot, but the crowd was bigger than the usual Tuesday. Drunk teenagers with their fakes screaming and dancing over pitchers of beer, to drunk middle aged couples dancing on the sticky dance floor- Eddie wasn't quite sure why they were two stepping to his metal music, but he was fine with it. At least they were engaged and having fun, no pity claps or eye rolls like the Tuesday crowd gave him.

And the best part? There behind the wooden half circle bar, slinging beers, peanuts, collecting tips and taking orders, stood you. In your hair pulled back to he could see your pretty face. He could see you blush when he pointed at you, singing a vulgar, suggestive lyric into the mic. He'd be lying if he said his song writing skills hadn't gotten better since being with you, you were the main inspiration for the crowd favorite original song 'Super Soaker'.

Joey had given them the stage until midnight, when all the shows ended and the bar started to settle until last call. Eddie finished twenty minutes after, an encore from the middle aged woman who kept shoveling tips in jar and screaming out more requests. How could Eddie deny her?

He packed his things in the van, joining his band mates at the bar, where you had pulled up high chairs to the end, just for them. "VIP section, right this way, rockstar." You purred, a dazzling smile that had Eddie weak at his knees, when you pointed to the end.

You brought them rounds of beers and celebratory shots, talent was always on the house. "You guys did so good!" You cheered, setting down the shots of Jameson in front of them.

"Thanks, baby," Eddie grinned. "Couldn't have done it without my main muse." He winked, the guys snickering around him.

You rolled your eyes despite the blush that heated your cheeks. "Well, let me know if I can get you anything, ok? I'll make sure my service is up to your superstar standards." You quipped, brow raising teasingly,

Eddie's eyes trailed on the sway of your hips, dick jumping at the thought. He felt electrified, buzzing and jittery with post show adrenaline. The last time he'd played, he'd told you to go on your break, fucking you outside on the back wall, leaving you to go back to work on shaky legs, panties filled with his release for the rest of your shift.

The boys recounted their night, desperate girls crowding them, eyes wide and sugary sweet compliments that had Jeff nervous laughing, flustered and melting at the attention.

Not Eddie, he was too busy watching you, thinking about all the ways he'd have you when you got off. "For song inspiration, of course, baby." He'd always say, like he had to convince you anyways. You'd do anything he wanted.

The bar died down before last call around two, everyone drunk and tired, fumbling out to hook up or pass out. Eddie looked over, Gareth and Jeff had moved into the corner booth with two girls, desperately trying to woo them. Eddie scoffed, shaking his head, pressing the bottle to his lips.

You wiped down the bar, smiling and thanking a leaving customer with your perfect, polite tone. No wonder the Hideout thought you were their golden girl, you were. You were Eddie's too, the closest he'd get to a garden of Eden he was sure.

"Can I get you anything else, rockstar?" You grinned, elbows pressing against the bar, leaning across the sticky wood towards him. His eyes trailed down to your low cut Hideout shirt, a t-shirt you'd cut to make sexier- better for tips.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. "Hey, Ellen," He called to the manager behind the bar, picking up receipts. "Can I borrow this one for a sec?"

Ellen shrugged, looking at Valerie, the other bartender. Valerie smiled at you, waving her hand. "I got it," She reassured, motioning to the two stragglers at the bar, hunched over their booze and dazing off.

You thanked her, pushing through the low side door of the bar. "Just call for me if you need anything, Val." You said, looking at Eddie expectantly. "How can I be of service?" You asked playfully, low, batting your eyes up at him.

Eddie's cock lurched, tight and uncomfortable against his ripped jeans. He smirked, tongue rolling over the inside of his cheek.

Eddie nodded over to the dart board. "You played before?" He asked, but he knew the answer.

Of course you'd played before, you and him rotated from the pool tables to the dart boards on slow nights when it was just the two of you.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. "No, never," You said sarcastically, bumping your hip to his. "Will you show me?" You flirted.

Eddie grit his teeth, salacious grin looking down at you. "C'mon," He slipped his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, smirking at your squeal. "Let's play a few rounds."

The two of you took turns throwing the arrows towards the worn and battered bullseye. You extended your arm, lining it up down the top fin, just like Eddie taught you. His chest swelled with pride when he watched you, nose scrunched in concentration, one eye shut before sending it sailing, flying towards the center.

Eddie clapped, smiling at you. "Good throw," He said, picking up his own darts. He was red, you were green; always.

"Wanna make this more interesting?" Eddie asked, looking around carefully, his voice dropping as he lined up his own shot.

You smirked, leaning against the table with already stacked chairs. "Yeah?"

"Let's make a little wager, how's that sound?" Eddie asked smugly, sending his own dart sailing and sticking against the black outer ring of the bullseye. "You up for a little challenge?"

You scoffed, air blowing out your nose with a shake of your head. "What're you thinking? Gonna bet all my tips or something?" You teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Like I would ever." He muttered, sending another dart sailing, then eyes locking with you. "Just a little bet to make things interesting, hm?"

You lifted a brow, waiting for his proposition. Eddie took a step closer to you, crowding you. "Three rounds. Loser gives the other head." His eyes were dark, shining in a way that had a cold tingle spilling up your spine, thighs clenching.

Your lips twisted, biting back a grin, but you knew he saw it anyways. "Hm, I guess I could afford to bet that much." You matched his playful banter. You picked up your green darts, the tips brown and rusted. "You first?"

Eddie shook his head, bowing dramatically in front of the worn and faded black duct tape 'x' on the ground. "Never. Ladies first."

You stepped on the mark, right foot forward, shifting your weight from your back leg to your front as you lined up your shot, sending it flying, landing on the cushiony material of the target on the second ring, the black slice under the 'twelve'.

You grinned smugly, spinning and stepping out of the way to record your score on the napkin while Eddie lined up his own. Round after round went by, you won the first one with ease- Eddie blamed the shots you'd given him. Eddie won the second by just a few points, grinning smugly.

Ellen and Valerie had gathered by you two, leaning over the rail and watching you intently play. The bar had cleared out before last call, just the sound of the buzzing equipment and the soft playing of the jukebox.

"Oh!" Valerie and Ellen cheered when you landed on the outer ring of the bullseye, dangerously close to the center.

"Wow, not looking good Munson." Ellen joked with a grin. "Hope you didn't wager anything too big."

Eddie's eyes flashed to your knowingly, your skin blistering under his gaze. "Nah, nothing too bad." He smirked, lining up his own shot, heavy boots on the mark.

You drooled as his shirt rode up, showing his inked tummy, hips, the outline of his boxers. He'd discarded his leather jacket, torn and covered in badges, earlier into the game. He knew you liked watching his muscles flex, veins protruding in his forearms under the sketched skin

His tongue poked out in concentration, looking down the slope of his nose before the dart went sailing, landing on the board with a solid 'thud!' and sinking into the worn foam. Eddie turned, smug smile on his face that he was trying to hide, twisting his lips to the side, but you saw how his eyes lit up. Your eyes flickering from his back to the board, red marked dart right in the middle; bullseye.

"Motherfucker..." You muttered, hands on your hips as Valerie and Ellen howled in laughter, clapping and cheering.

"Oh! That was too good!" Valerie cackled. "Time to pay up, girl. Hope it wasn't all your tips from tonight." She winked at Eddie.

You pouted playfully, exaggeratedly to Eddie. "I don't know how but you cheated." You pointed a finger at him.

Eddie laughed. "How?" He shook his head, curly tendrils bouncing with the movement. "Don't be a sore-loser, baby. You lost." He grabbed your waist, making you whine and squirm against his fingers, desperate to hide your smile and keep up your pouty facade.

"Don't you know you're supposed to let the pretty girls beat you, Munson?" Ellen shook her head playfully.

Eddie scoffed. "Where's the fun in that?" He grinned, smacking a kiss to the side of your head. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't count my winnings here. We can settle up back at home." He winked at you, leaving you throbbing and dizzy with what's to come.

Eddie stayed to walk the three of you out, opening the door to his van, smacking your ass playfully when you passed him to climb in. Eddie ducked in, kissing you hard, sloppy and needy. You could taste the whiskey on his breath still.

Eddie started the van, hand on your headrest when he pulled out, snaking his hand down to squeeze your cheeks together. "You ready to pay up when we get home?" Eddie smirked.

You blushed, turning your head to hide how flustered he made you, but he didn't miss the way your thighs squeezed shut at his words. "I still think you cheated." You jested, eyes rolling over to him.

Eddie scoffed, hand on your thigh, running his hand up the soft denim of your jeans, pinky trailing dangerously close to your core, leaving you shivering. "Psh, I won fair and square, sweetheart." He looked at you knowingly.

Twenty minutes later you were on your knees at Eddie's trailer, scratchy, green carpet rubbing uncomfortably against your knees. Eddie stripped you the second you walked in, clothes scattered and thrown in all directions, until you were naked, bare in front of him.

He sat on the couch, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, thick thighs spread with his cock angry and flushed against his belly, tip leaking and smearing onto his happy trail.

"Pay up, baby." Eddie grinned, taking a rather long exhale, embers crackling and falling from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours, stroking himself lazily.

He reached out for your hand, spitting a fat glob onto your palm, before leaning back, nodding towards his throbbing cock. You pumped him slow at first, squeezing his shaft with just the right amount of pressure, spreading his spit all over his cock. Thumb spreading and rubbing small circles over his head, gathering the leaking release to spread down his cock with every flick of your wrist.

Eddie watched you through heavy, half lidded eyes, flicking his ash into the tray, free hand reaching to wrap around your ponytail, falling and messy from your shift. You looked at him when you shimmied forward, eyes locking with him while you licked a strip on the underside of his cock, swirling your little tongue around his head.

Eddie swallowed hard, trapped moan in his throat, clenching his thighs and hips to keep from bucking at the sensation, especially when you cupped his sac, squeezing it just right, his cock throbbing and lurching when you swallowed him.

Your eyes stayed on him, trained to his face- just like he taught you. How he liked it. Eddie wanted to kiss you, cover you in sweet kisses and praises, and he would've if you weren't making him feel so good. He would later, when he worked you open with his tongue until you cried, pathetic and whiny at his mercy.

"Fuck, baby, yes, just like that," Eddie rasped, bumming the cigarette into the tray. His free hand cupped your hollowed cheek, eyes lust blown and meeting yours. "Good girl. Such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

You moaned at his praise, vibrations sending electricity through his cock straight to his tummy where the pleasure had been building. Eddie sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, jaw gritting to keep from thrusting into the back of your throat.

"Go a little further. Yeah, sit up just a little higher, and- oh!" Eddie groaned, loud and head falling back. The kind of moans that you only heard in the X-rated films he'd rent and the two of you would watch together. Exaggerated, deep, and encouraging, leaving you blushing and determined. You wanted to hear that again, and again, and again for the rest of your life; make him feel good for the rest of your life.

You could feel your slick spreading between your thighs, achy and desperate for relief, to be touched. You clenched, shifting the heel of your foot as best as you could towards your throbbing center, rubbing and rocking on it for some relief.

Normally, Eddie would reprimand you for such a thing, but he was too wrapped up in the way your mouth felt around him. Your free hand squeezing and flicking your wrist up his shaft, tongue swirling and giving kitten licks to his head, other hand squeezing his balls.

You rocked lightly, eye lids fluttering when your heel brushed against your clit, Eddie's hand wrapping around your ponytail while you bobbed up and down, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth and leaving strings attached to his cock.

You could feel his abs clench, finger tightening around your hair, scalp tingling and burning with the pull. You felt his balls tighten, pulling up, cock twitching in your mouth. You looked back up at him, eyes round, awaiting his instructions.

Eddie's eyes were fluttered close, head tilted back, hips raising while his broken, breathy moans filled the room. Your jaw ached but you continued to suck him, squeezing his shaft harder and suckling against the head until hot spurts fell onto your tongue, gathering and filling with every shuddering breath he took.

Eddie's chest heaved, looking down at you through glazed eyes, shadowed by his thick, dark lashes. "Fuck, baby, s'good. Was s'good." He rasped, hands tightening out of your hair, feather light touch traveling down to your jaw, tilting your chin up to him.

"You didn't swallow did you?" You shook your head obediently, and Eddie beamed. "Good girl. Open up, show me."

You opened slowly, filling his thick, creamy release slide back your throat, lifting your tongue to stop it. Eddie grinned, mouth full of him, slobbering and dribbling down your chin. He nodded. "Swallow. Good girl. Very good." He purred, watching your gulp him down before his lips were on yours.

You shifted up into his kiss, hands on his hair thigh, pressed do closely to him as you could, dizzy with his praises and the way his mouth was exploring yours. He could tase himself, salty and bitter on your tongue. It made his limp cock lurch, hot pleasure still pulsating in his lower belly.

Eddie pulled you up gently by the back of your neck, his lips still on yours, hands on your waist, walking you in a clumsy sort of waltz back to his room. You fell on the bed with a small sigh, Eddie's hands strong and gripping your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

He kept his eyes on yours, pushing his hair behind his ear before kneeling down onto the mattress, your knees by his ears over his shoulders, body raised off the bed steadied by his hands that gripped your hips and held you in place.

Eddie was salivating, licking his lips as he looked at your puffy lips, glistening and already coating the inside of your thighs with your arousal. Eddie placed a kiss to your mound, right above your clit. You shimmied your hips closer, whining and mewling for more, uncomfortable with the angle he had you in, but you wouldn't dare complain. Not when he was about to use his tongue on you.

"I think it's only fair that I show good sportsmanship, don't you?" Eddie teased wickedly, his breath tickling your sopping folds, sending shivers down your spine.

"Your turn, baby." He grinned salaciously, eyes narrowed and dark on you before his tongue was working you open, sucking and licking you until you were screaming, crying, and begging for more.

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Prompt 8 - Headphones

@jegulus-microfic February 8 Word count 940

Previous part First part

CW- Blood, cuts, the aftermath of torture.

Time slowed as they descended the stairs. Each step took an age. By the time he reached the bottom and stood at the door to the cellar, he was certain that an hour had gone by. In reality, it had been less than a minute.

Sirius reached around him and opened the door.

“Come on, James. He needs us.” Sirius urged him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. James nodded and walked through the door.

He was immediately hit by a strong, metallic smell—Iron—Blood! It was too dark to see clearly, but he could make out a figure slouched on a chair in the middle of the room.

Sirius muttered a charm. A floating orb appeared, illuminating the small room.

James gasped at the sight before him. Regulus’s head was lolling back, his face swollen and bruised. His body was covered in thin slashes, slowly oozing blood. James looked down at the pool of red collecting on the floor around the chair and grimaced.

This was his fault. Regulus suffered because of him.

He rushed forward, determined to help him. He yanked at the ropes, binding Regulus to the chair. Regulus groaned weakly at the movement.

“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you.” He murmured into Regulus’s ear. Sirius had pulled open the slim cupboard in the corner and started rummaging through the collection of glass vials.

“What do we need?” He shot over his shoulder at James.

James looked Regulus over again.

“Blood replenisher, pain potion and dittany if they have it.” James heard the clatter of vials being moved aside, and then Sirius was beside him, ripping the stoppers out with his teeth.

“Reg, sweetheart, I need you to open your mouth so we can give you the potions.” He carefully lifted Regulus’s head upright and tried to pry his jaws apart. But Regulus chomped down, refusing to cooperate.

“Regulus you absolute prat. Open your damn mouth, and let us help you!” Sirius butted in, taking a different approach to James.

James stared in wonder as the younger man shot daggers at his brother but opened his mouth just wide enough for the potions to be poured in.

“That’s the blood replenisher. The next one’s a pain killer, okay, Reggie. You’ll start feeling better in a minute.” Sirius assured his brother as he tipped the second vial into his mouth.

James started using the basic healing charms that he knew. At least nothing seemed to be broken. He could heal cuts and bruises alright, but bones were another matter.

Soon, Regulus’s face looked almost back to normal. The bruises would fade completely in the next day or two.

James decided it would be easier for Regulus and themselves if he laid down, so he transfigured the chair into a cot and helped Sirius to lie him down flat.

Sirius pulled out his headphones and carefully placed them over his brother’s head.

“What the fuck have you just put on me.” Regulus’s hoarse voice croaked. He seemed more alert, so the potions must be helping.

“Headphones,” He said as he pressed play on his walkman. “Brand new muggle technology. Thought it might help you relax while we fix the rest of you.” James had already started healing the cuts along one of his arms.

“Ugh, fine. Who’s singing?” Regulus didn’t have the energy to fight his brother, and the music blocked the sound of his healing skin.

“Bowie,” Sirius answered simply.

“Bowies shit,” Regulus complained through gritted teeth.

“Only because you’re a heathen. Bowie is magical. Do not dis, Bowie!” It took James a few frustrated moments to realise that Sirius was deliberately bickering with Regulus to keep his mind off what they were doing to him.

He healed the last cut on Regulus’s left arm. His fingers brushed against the ugly black brand on his forearm. How different their lives could have been if Regulus hadn’t joined Voldemort. He drew his eyes away from the mark and started healing the next section.

They healed every cut, and Sirius had the bright idea to add the essence of dittany into his body cream to make it easier to get it on all of Regulus’s sore body.

When they were finished, Regulus cracked open an eye.

“Can I go to sleep now?” He asked quietly. James and Sirius looked at each other, knowing they needed to get something from him, or Moody would come straight back down here, and they wouldn’t be allowed back down again.

Not yet, love. We need some information. Something important that we can give to Moody.” He stroked his cheek delicately with the backs of his fingers.

“Was this the plan all along? Bad Auror Moody, and then you two come in all, ‘let us save you, Reggie.’” He looked hurt like they were playing with him.

“What? No, of course not. We had to plead with Mad-Eye just to be allowed to come down here.—”

“We’re trying to help you, you git. Do you really think James would try and trick you like that?” Sirius butted in, trying his more direct tactic again.

Regulus looked up at James sadly and nodded.

“Okay. I’ve got something. But I get to keep these things.” He pointed at the headphones. Sirius looked outraged.

“I’ve only just got them. Plus, you don’t even like Bowie.” Regulus gave him a small smirk.

“He’s growing on me.”

“Gah. Fine. Keep them. Now tell us the information you have.” Sirius gave in quickly. This was more important than a walkman. Regulus swallowed hard and stared into James’s eyes as he told them.

“He’s going to attack the Ministry.”

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Cody's Little Sister

“It’s really quiet huh?”

Cody may have been tempted to keep his eyes closed longer, but he could already hear Rex begging Cody to answer his honorary little sister with something comforting. Anything really.

“Probably more the lack of people being shot than actual quiet.”

Well. Maybe anything but that.

But Ahsoka offered up a morbid laugh anyhow. And Cody decided she had been fighting too long.

Currently, the two were a bit… lost. Though not of their own accord. The planet was mostly marsh, temperate and soggy, and though they had come prepared for that there was no preparing for a section of a natural water dam to be destroyed and flood their forward route. Thankfully Cody was pretty sure most everyone was out of the direct path of the flood, but oh so lucky for Ahsoka, she had been in the middle of the river crossing. Cody, a few feet behind her, cursed Jedi and their non-armor-wearing ways as he leaped forward. The wave hit him hard enough that truthfully he only remembered dark and choking until he was coughing up slime on their island. Everything to communicate had been damaged by the sediment, and Ahsoka was currently tinkering at Cody’s helmet to give them a chance.

“How far do you think we went?”

Cody took another careful breath, chest aching horribly. But a bit more determined this time to be encouraging he started mapping the stars that had come out. “Based on where the sun is setting and what I remember of the briefing, we probably made it a few clicks down The Serpent's Back. Surprised we didn’t drown truthfully.”

He really is trying. Seriously, Rex, it’s hard when everything is always getting worse by the minute.

“Thanks for the credit,” Ahsoka sniffed. “That armor doesn’t make you any lighter you know.”

Ok, now Cody’s eyes were open. “You pulled me out with you?”

Ahsoka glared at him a bit, as if what he said was absurd. “Of course. I wasn’t going to let you drown.” Then in the fading light, Cody caught something much sadder in her eyes. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you protecting me from the water and trees in the first place. It isn’t at all your job to protect me, but you did it anyway.”

Cody swallowed. He may be out of his depth but even he could very much tell that ‘your life is more important than mine because I’m replaceable property’ was not the right follow-up here. So he went with something more honest, the white and blue of her montrals making it a bit easier. “Any time Commander.”

Ahsoka chuckled a bit again. “And same for you, Commander.”

The silence that fell now didn’t feel nearly as awkward as Cody had expected. He was propped against a low tree comfortably enough. The moss made it just about as lovely as those new pods the Kaminoans were putting cadets in. Ashoka didn’t seem to mind either, sitting a few feet away to try and get the last rays of light to work by.

It was when they were finally without almost any light source that Cody became overly paranoid again. Any small noise and he was tending for some separatist gang or some Togruta-eating beast to come barreling down on them. It also didn’t help that his chest twinged every time he shifted, and Ahsoka was better at reading people than he thought.

“Here,” she whispered as the nightlife began making odd noises. The familiar noise of a lightsaber soon drowned them out and their little island was lit in its eerie green glow.

Cody was about to thank her when the light flashed across something moving through the water behind Ahsoka. It moved slowly but purposefully, turning as if it could see-

“Turn it off!” Cody hissed as loud as he dared.

The lightsaber winked out and Cody had no time to even ponder whether the creature could hunt some other way before Ahsoka's trembling voice cut him off.

“I’m sorry, I-I thought it would help you relax.”

Cody couldn’t help in the slightest. “No, I’m sorry to snap that way Commander. I just think, as nice as the light is, it makes us a rather large target.”

Ahsoka nodded, giving one last look at the fading helmet and then curling in on herself. Again they fell to silence, the sound of water moving now making Cody even jumpier. The fog and pain in his head weren’t helping either. He had to focus on something else.

“Do you… mind me talking with you?” Cody asked in a slight whisper. “Would help me keep my head clear.”

He managed to make out Ahsoka turning to look at him (really, was this planet one big fresher bowl because of its weak ass moon?), though he wasn’t quite expecting the surprise. “Are you asking for… permission to talk to me? In order to help you?”

“Sorry Commander,” he answered in reflex. “I won’t-“

“Stop, Cody,” Ahsoka now sounded even more upset and Cody was sure Rex was somehow glaring at him. “You don’t have to ask. I know we aren’t alone like this, ever, but nobody needs permission to talk to me. Especially not you, or Rex, or any of you. Unless you’d like me to ask permission to speak?”

“No,” Cody answered immediately, though his mind was still processing her words. “No, never.”

Ahsoka has a small smile, even though she figured Cody couldn’t see it. “Then I suppose we don’t have much else to do until master Obi-Wan finds us.”

Cody took another pained breath. “Shouldn’t be long. I imagine General Skywalker is having a fit about him losing you.”

Finally, Ahsoka gave him a quiet laugh. Small victories. “They both worry too much. You had everything under control.”

“Yeah well, someone should remind them of that next time they decide to test how flightless humans are.”

That laugh felt more genuine, and Cody relaxed just a tad more. “I’ll try to remember, but I can’t promise I won’t be doing it too.”

“Oh, you will be,” Cody grunted. “Rex too, the di’kut.”

“What’s that mean anyway?”

Cody hadn’t even realized he had his eyes closed. Blinking he shifted slowly against the tree to wake himself a bit more. “Someone who forgets to put their pants on.”

Ahsoka’s quiet laughter did a better job than the moving. She covered her mouth to stifle the sound but Cody felt his spirits lift regardless. “You two sound much closer than Captain and Commander,” she said, though with a hint of something that made Cody suspect she knew the answer.

Yet, Cody oddly enough found himself smiling as he answered. “Yeah, you could say that. I’ve known Rex since he was a little shit. And now he’s a big shit, but he’s still my little brother.”

Ahsoka laid her head on her arms, crossed on her pulled-up knees. “You sound just like Master Obi-Wan and Anakin. Maybe that’s why our battalions work so well.”

“Because the general and I are both calling your battalion idiots?”

“I’d think I could earn a little more faith,” Ahsoka smiled. “But no. I think it’s more because you both say it out of love for your little brothers. You understand something more about each other, just like Anakin and Rex can.”

Cody knew it had been a while since he last laughed, and even though it was quiet, he found it quite nice. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“I usually am, but no one listens to me either. Especially Skyguy when he’s flying.”

They were now both laughing, the soft noises blending into the living environment around them. For how much pain he was in, and the fact it was becoming quite cold, Cody found this was a vacation compared to his normal life. “You’re just like them.”

“Who?”

Cody hadn’t realized he said it out loud, but he wasn’t feeling as reserved as usual. “Rex. And General Skywalker. You’re probably all feeding off each other’s crazy. Whoever partnered you all up must have been just as nuts.”

Ashoka snickered again. “Well I think it was Obi-Wan, so don’t think you're oh-so-good Mr. 212th.”

The sentence was suddenly so informal Cody had to cough another laugh. “If anything that just proves I’m the only one with sense!”

“Didn’t you break a foot once kicking a droid?”

“Details.”

Ashoka was now burying her face to try and be quiet. “No, you’re one of us. Disaster lineage is what Master Windu says.“

“Pft,” Cody started to shake his head before it spun and he stopped. “Rex and my batch mates would probably agree, even though they’re just as bad.”

“Batch mates?”

“Like, well, brothers,” Cody chewed his lip. “Closer than the overall vod though. More like a nat-born sibling. Decanted together and then trained from day one together.”

“Oh! I think I know what you mean,” Ahsoka said. “Some of us Padawan are much closer than others. I guess we aren’t that different, brought to the temple really young and then growing up together.”

“Heh, yeah, and look at us now,” Cody chuffed. “Practically twins.”

Ahsoka's laugh was softer this time, and Cody could just make her out as she began to shiver badly. Kriff, he had his armor and thermals, and even soaking wet he hadn’t realized he was probably much better off than Ahsoka with the chill. She looked like a shiny, trying to hold everything together. Cody then found himself leaning forward despite the pain, undoing the clasps on his armor.

“What are you doing?” Ahsoka was now all concerned. “Is something wrong? Is your chest getting worse? Are you-“

“I’m fine Commander,” Cody halted her panic. “You made sure of that. Just thought it’d be warmer without some of the armor.” Finally, he had managed to undo the breastplate and plied it and the plackart to the side. He then tapped the mossy ground and raised his arm, careful to hide as much pain as possible. “You’re not going to survive all of this only to die of a cold on my watch.”

Ahsoka barely even hesitated, which surprised Cody some. But as she curled carefully into his side he figured Rex called her little sister for a reason. And soon enough the shivering stopped and Cody found the contact quite comforting, as much as he thought it was gonna be awkward.

“He told me I could go to you.”

Kriff, he had to stop closing his eyes. “Huh?” Yeah, he must be concussed.

“Rex,” Ahsoka spoke a bit clearer. “He found me once crying in a supply closet. I didn’t want any of the men to see. I’m supposed to be a Jedi, supposed to be able to lead them. But when Rex found me I couldn’t even try to fake it.”

Cody found himself thrown suddenly back into his memories, the moment he found Rex, hiding and crying. It was like some odd twist of fate, to be hearing this. And it only stung him more as Ahsoka continued.

“He helped me. Told me if no one else he’d be there when I needed him. And then he promised me that if he couldn’t be there,” her breath caught a bit, the unsaid being heard clearly. “Then you’d be there. If I couldn’t find anyone else, I should find you. And I guess I just accepted it was the same as with any of you. But Anakin once said something similar about Obi-Wan, and you never even hesitated to protect me today. So now I get it,” Cody didn’t even feel any pain as her montrals pressed against his side. “You’re my big brother too.”

Cody wasn’t lucky. No, luck wasn’t on the side of any clone. There was only training and fighting and suffering tooth and nail for one more day of miserable existence. And yet, here he was, thinking fond memories of a small blond mischief maker and how a family really was made, not born. After everything that had happened to them all, he was here now, doing what he actually did best: being a big brother.

And when the entire sky suddenly lit up in dancing green and blue lights, he figured he should rethink the miserable existence part of his thoughts.

“What is that?” Ahsoka gasped, mesmerized as the lights started changing colors, purples and reds shooting through like tendrils. Everything around them was bathed in it, and Cody couldn’t help a breath of relief as it revealed familiar white and gold armor and a very scared-looking master Jedi a few dozen yards down the river.

“I’d say hope,” he answered. “but I’m not quite that concussed.”

Ahsoka's laughter rang a bit different now, and her smile was definitely brighter as she too caught sight of Obi-Wan and started waving. Rex was right. Cody would be there whenever she needed him, they both would.

That’s what big brothers are for.

#found family #is best family #this has been in my drafts for over a month #I have been enabled #ahsoka tano #clone commander cody #star wars #clone wars #fanart #my art #my writing #I just wanted to write it damn it

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layce2015 · 10 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Fresh Blood

Masterlist

The boys and I make our way into a building to find a man lying bleeding but conscious on the ground. We crouch down over him and noticed he had been bitten in the neck. "Hey, hey. don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam said to the man as I pull out of a napkin and placed it over the wound.

"Where is she? Where'd she go?!" Dean asked the man and he gestures vaguely down the alley. Sam and I stay with the man as Dean runs off in that direction. "Stay with us. Stay with us." I said to the man. Then we hear Dean shouting and i look over at Sam, who nods at me.

I run over to another open section and see the vampire right on Dean but he sticks a syringe in her neck. She convulses and falls to the ground, unconscious. Dean let's out breath and looks over at me as I frown at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?" I said to him.

"Ah, that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?" Dean said and I scoff and shake my head.

We brought the vampire to our motel room, which is a dingier room than what we usually occupy; old mattresses line the walls, blocking out all external light. The vampire is tied to a chair in the middle of the room; Sam, Dean and I circle her.

"You with us?" Dean asked she wakes up fully, then struggles against her bonds. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere." I said to her as she looks up at us in fear.

"Where's your nest?" Sam asked her. "What?" She said, confused. "Your nest...where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out." Dean said. "I don't know what you're talking about. Please! I don't feel good." She pleads to us. "Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." Dean threatens her.

"Just let me go." She cries. "Yeah, you know we can't do that." I said. "I'm telling you the truth. I'm just...I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!" She said, panicked.

"You took something?" Sam asked. "Yes! I can't...come down. I just want to come down." She said, freaking out.

"What's your name?" I asked her. "Lucy." She replied then she looks around at us. "Please, just let me go." Lucy pleads. "All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go." Sam said.

"You will?" She asked then she looks at Dean, who nods, then shoots me and Sam a confused look over her head. "Uh, I don't really...um, it's not that clear. I was at Spider." She explains.

"Spider?" Sam asked. "The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy...he was buying me drinks." Lucy said. "This guy...what's he look like?" I asked her. "He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket...Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer...he had something for me." She explained.

"Something?" Sam asked. "Something new. Better than anything you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink." She said. "Was the drug red and thick?" Dean asked her and she nods. "Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with." Dean said.

"What?" She asked. "You just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there." Dean said. "You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No...The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry." Lucy said.

"So you busted out?" I asked and she nods. "But it won't wear off...whatever he gave me?" She said. "Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?" Dean asked. "Yeah...And smells. And I can...hear blood pumping." Lucy said. "I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again." Dean said to her.

"Not mine...yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop." She said, her voice breaking. "It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people...almost three." I tell her. "No, I couldn't. I was hallucinating!" She exclaims. "You killed them, all right? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you." Dean said, firmly, as he leans closer to her. "No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!" She exclaims.

Sam jerks his head at us and we get up to leave. "No, no." She pleads as we go to the next room. "Poor girl." Sam said and I nod slightly. Even though she is a blood sucking monster, i feel sorry for her. She didn't ask for this.

"We don't have a choice." Dean said and Sam and I nod. Dean takes his machete and heads back in the room. "No...please!" She screams and as Dean decapitates her, Sam and I flinch at this.

"That was a big, fat waste of time." Dean growls as we walk out of the Spider, the club Lucy mentioned. "Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground." Sam said just as, across the way, I see a 30-something man duck into an alley with his arm around a young blonde. "Uh, boys." I said as I pointed them out to Sam and Dean.

We make it to the alley and see that the girl has her mouth open and had her tongue sticking out. Just so to catch the drops from the dropped, which was full of thick red liquid.

Before any can fall in, Dean grabs the man's arm, pulls it down, and clocks him in the face. Sam and I pull the girl away and shove her towards the mouth of the alley. "Get out of here. Go! go!" Sam shouts as the vampire hurls Dean into a brick wall. I go after him but he shoves me away then takes off at a run.

Sam goes over and helps us up. "Guys!" Sam said. "I'm good." Dena and I said as we get back up. "Come on." I shout and we take off after the vampire.

As we hurtle around the corner, the vampire is nowhere in sight but facing us, guns at their sides, are Gordon and Kubrick. "Son of a bitch." I said, shocked, then Gordon raises his gun and he starts firing.

The boys and I dive behind parked cars and manage to entirely avoid getting shot. We duck behind a wall and crouch, waiting. "All right. Run. I'll draw them off." Dean said to me and Sam. "What?!" Sam said, shocked. "You're crazy!" I exclaimed. Ignoring us, Dean darts out into the line of fire, leaps on top of a car and uses it to get over a second-story parking lot entrance.

Kubrick follows him and Sam grabs my hand and we make our way out of the alleyway. Then we make our way back to the hotel.

Later, Sam is pacing around, worried, while I sit on the edge of a bed. I wring my hands and my right leg bounce from nerves until Dean enters. "There you are!" Sam said. "Where the hell were you?" I asked him, angrily, as I stand up. "Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice." Dean replied, unconcerned, as he pats his stomach.

"Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons." Sam said to him. "Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass." Dean said as he continues to ignore mine and Sam's worry-face.

"So, I guess Gordon's out of jail." Dean said. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." Sam scoffs. "You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?" I asked him and Dean comes to a realization. "That bitch." He growls and he pulls out his cell phone and dials. "Hi, Bela. Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?" He asked and I scoffed.

"Excuse me?" Dean said, angrily, and Sam and I share a look. "I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by! He tried to kill us!" Dean shouts.

"There were two of them. Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you." He growls into the phone. "Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." He said and he hangs up. "Should've shot her when I had the chance." I grumbled and Dean nods slightly.

Later, Dean sharpens his machete on a sharpening stone while Sam and I clean our guns beside him. "That vampire's still out there, Dean." I said to him. "First things first." He said and we look over at him. "Gordon." Sam and I said and Dean nods.

"About that. When we find him, or if he finds us...I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options." Dean said. "Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him." Sam said, calmly, and Dean gives him a shocked look. "Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like..." Dean said then he changes into a mocking tone. "No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong." He said, mockingly.

"No, I'm done. Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead...or till he is." Sam said. I nod at this just as Dean's cell phone rings; he looks at it, scowls, and picks up angrily. "What?!" He growls and I knew it must be Bela again. "You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you..." he starts to say but stops.

"And?" He asked and he listens again. "Thanks." Dean said then he listens into the phone for a moment then hangs up.

Apparently, Dean's threat scared Bela so bad she was able to track down where Gordon is. So we immediately make our way to the address and creep down the steps into a room.

There we see the bodies of two girls hanging by their wrists but both of them were headless, and the vampire, Dixon, was kneeling in front of them. Dean takes a knife from the table and approaches him slowly. "Go ahead. Do it. Kill me." Dixon said to us, not looking at us.

"What happened here?" I asked as I look at the two Headless bodies. "Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just...I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid...exposing him to my family." Dixon said. "Oh, yeah, you're such a family man." Dean said, sarcastically.

"You don't understand." Dixon said. "I don't want to understand, you son of--" Dean growls and Dixon turns to him, tears running down his face. "I was desperate. You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?" He asked us.

"Well, there's Hell." I pointed out and Dixon scoffs. "I wasn't thinking. I just, I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like...it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it." Dixon said as Sam inspects the headless bodies. "Guys." Sam said and we look up at him.

"Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off. With someone's bare hands." Sam said and we look over at Dixon, who looks down in guilt and shame. "Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?" I asked him and he looks up at us then let's out a sigh. And he said something that made my blood turn cold.

Dixon had turned Gordon into a vampire.

The next morning, Dean and I enter the hotel room, frustrated, then he removes his jacket. Sam was seated at the table, poring over maps. "Man, (y/n) and I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses." Dean said. "Yeah, me too. Big city." Sam said as Dean goes to the sink and washed his face.

"It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down." I said. "Yeah, he'll be unstoppable." Sam said then he looks over at us. "Hey, give me your phones." He said.

"What for?" Dean and I asked as we hand him our phones. "Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers he can use the cell signal to track us down." Sam said as he takes the SIMS card out of our phones. "Oh, yeah, thanks." Dean said as Sam stomps on both phones then stomps on his as Dean looks out the curtains. Then he walks back with a sense of purpose.

"Guys, stay here." He said. "What? Where you going now?" I asked him as Dean pulls the Colt out of his bag and checks it. "I'm going after Gordon." He said. "What?" Sam and I said, shocked.

"You heard me." He said. "Not alone, you're not." Sam said. "Sam, I don't need you or (y/n) to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after both of you, not me, and he's turbocharged. I want you two to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it." He said and he starts to turn but I step forward and grab his arm.

"You're not going by yourself, you're gonna get killed." I said to him. "Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office." Dean said and I scoff. "So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?" I asked, annoyed, quoting Dixon.

"If the shoe fits." He said, unconcerned.

"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip." Sam said, angrily. "Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja." said Dean. "That's not funny." I remarked. "It's a little funny." He said. "No, it's not." Sam and I said.

"What do you want me to do, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with shut up, guys?" Dean exclaims.

"Dam it, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid." I said, angrily. "I'm not!" Dean shouts. "You're lying." I spat at him. "She's right. You may as well drop it 'cause we can see right through you." Sam said.

"You got no idea what you're talking about." Dean growls and I give a look of disbelief towards him. "Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked." Sam said.

"And how do you know that?" Dean asked him. "Because I know you!" Sam yells. "Really?" Dean said, disbelief. "Yeah, I've been following you around our entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world, (y/n) would be a close second. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just..." Sam said then he stops and I just stand there, silently agreeing with Sam.

"What?" Dean asked. "I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. 'Cause...just 'cause." Sam said and Dean stares at him then over at me. "You don't have to act tough, Dean. It's okay if you're scared. We're here for you." I said and Dean looks down for a moment. "All right, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here." He said and we nod.

Later, Dean and I barricade the doors and windows as Sam lights incense. Dean looks over at me and I turn to him then he takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I give him a small smile and squeeze his hand back before I bring his hand up and kiss it. He gives me a smirk then we let go and go back to barricading the doors and windows.

Sometime later, Dean's phone rings and we look at him. "You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asked him. "Nobody." Dean said and he picks up the phone. "Hello?" He answers then he stops. "How'd you get this number?" Dean asked and Sam and I exchange worried look, it had to be Gordon.

"I guess you'll just have to find us. What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!" Dean said then his eyes widen in fear and he looks over at us. "Gordon, let the girl go. Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter." Dean yells in the phone but then he pulls the phone away and looks up at us, fearfully.

We make it to the warehouse and find the hostage then we go to untie her. "Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here." I said as Sam helps her up. "Get up. Watch your head. Watch your head." Sam said as the girl sobs and can barely walk, so Dean slings her arm over his shoulders and picks her up. "Guys, stay close." Dean said to us.

Sam and I follow Dean and the girl closely, but not closely enough as a mechanized door suddenly slides down in front of me and Sam, cutting us off from the others. We pound and kick at the door, to no avail. "(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean's voice shouts. "Dean!" Sam and I said, panicked.

"Damn it, guys!" Dean shouts as Sam pounds the door one last time in frustration, then he and I turn and walk away from the door, my eyes darting around and I'm sure Sam's eyes were doing the same.

Then the lights go out.

Sam and I freeze and bring our machetes up, and start creeping around with our arms held out blindly. "Gordon...you got me and (y/n) where you want us. You might as well come out and fight!" Sam yells.

"I'm right here, Sam." Gordon said, which sounded like it was behind us. I turned around but see nothing. "What's the matter, kiddos?" Gordon asked, mockingly.

"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?" I called out to him. "Damn right I do. You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the two most dangerous things I ever hunted. You two are not human." Gordon said.

"Look who's talking." Sam spat as we continue to cautiously walk around the room. "You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer." Gordon said. "Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice." I said. "I don't." Gordon replied. "Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl." I pointed out. "No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse." Gordon said and Sam and I walked on then we stood in the middle of the room and stood back to back against each other.

And I realized what he meant, he turned that girl.

Dean, please be careful. I thought as I looked around at the darkness.

"I got to hand it to you, guys. You two got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, all three of us. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you guys won't do the right thing and kill yourself." Gordon said then I looked ahead and saw a figure some feet in front of us.

"I'm gonna...as soon as I'm done with you two. Three last good deeds. Killing you two, and killing myself." Gordon said then he attacks us, sending all three of us flying through the wall separating us from Dean. We struggle on the ground and Gordon knocks away our machete.

Gordon picks Sam and flings him across the room then he grabs me around the neck. Dean comes up from behind and points the Colt at Gordon's head, but Gordon is too fast for him. He throws me to the side and he stops Dean's gun-arm, then flings him across the room.

I groan and shake my head as Gordon pins Dean against the wall and sinks his teeth into Dean's neck. "No!" I screamed and I charge at Gordon and clock him across the back of the neck. Gordon turns away from Dean and knocks me down, then slams me across a worktable. I grunt in pain and Gordon goes to loom over me.

Then a razor wire wraps around Gordon's neck and he was pulled away from me. I look over and see that Sam was the one who wrapped the wire around Gordon's neck and he begins to pull. Gordon begins to choke out a death-rattle breath, and I glare at him then nod at Sam, who grits his teeth and pulls harder.

Blood drips from his hands where the razor wire is cutting in, and yet he pulls harder, until he cuts all the way through Gordon's neck and sends his head tumbling. Sam pants from the effort, and we stare down at Gordon's head on the ground, then Sam examines his bloody hands.

I let out a heavy sigh then go over to Dean, who staggers to his feet, clutching his neck in pain and still holding the Colt. "Dean, you okay?" I asked him and he nods at me.

He looks down in surprise at the headless Gordon, then back up at Sam, who shrugs. We stumble off together, neither of us moving very well. "You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?" Dean asked Sam, who shrugs again, then we head out.

Next morning, Dean is under the hood of the Impala, poking at something, while Sam opens a cooler and pulls out three beers, then shuts the lid and sits on it. He opens one bottle and passes it to Dean then opens the other and hands it to me.

"Figure out what's making that rattle?" I asked Dean. "Not yet." Dean said as he looks over. "Give me a box wrench, would you, Sam?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said and he goes to the toolbox and pulls out a wrench.

"There you go." He said as he holds the wrench out to him. "Thanks." Dean said then he takes the wrench, then he has a thoughtful look on his face. "Sam." He calls out and Sam looks over at him.

"Wrong one?" Sam asked. "No, come here for a second." Dean said. Sam looks over at me and I shrug then he gets up and leans over the hood with Dean.

"Yeah." Sam said as I stand up and stand next to him. "This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb." Dean explains as he gestures towards the engine. "Okay." Sam said, confused. "All right, see this thing? It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench." Dean said and Sam does.

"All right, you with me so far?" He asked. "Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads." Sam said and Dean smiles and I smile as well as I realized what Dean was doing. "Very good. This is your intake manifold, and on top of it?" Dean asked and Sam smiles fondly, like he's remembering something.

"It's, uh, a carburetor." Sam said and Dean nods, smiling proudly. "Carburetor...very good." He said.

"What's with the auto shop?" Sam asked and Dean holds out the socket wrench. "You don't mean you want..." Sam said shocked. "Yeah, I do. You fix it." Dean said. "Dean, you barely let me drive this thing." said Sam.

"Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future. And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?" Dean asked and Sam nods and takes the wrench, leans in and starts unscrewing.

Dean walks away and goes towards the cooler but I stop him as I take his hand. He looks at me and I smile at him. He smiles back then leans down and kiss me, lightly.

Once we break the kiss, he goes and sits on the cooler and turns slightly to watch Sam. "Put your shoulder into it." He tells Sam and I chuckle as Sam continues to work on the car.

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DEAD OF NIGHT • SOAP X CIVILIAN!READER PART 2

SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him.

you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...

**told in y/n pov**

By the time I got into town, the sun was just cresting over the mountains and illuminating the sky. I kept glancing to my phone to see if Moira send a text back on meeting me, but I didn't see anything yet. So, I opted to go buy new clothes for Soap since he was filthy and covered in blood. He could probably use a shower too so i'll get him his own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

I parked at the front of the small store and got out of my car, eyeing the open sign and sighing in relief. I'm never in town often since I come once or twice a month to get things I need. I just don't like people, so living alone was great.

Until Soap came into your life, a small part of me grumbled. I couldn't agree more, but I couldn't let him die. I'm not that heartless.

I walked into the store and waved to the cashier. He waved back before going on his phone again, completely engulfed in whatever he was doing. I made my way to the men's section and grabbed anything that would suit Soap. I grabbed t-shirts, henley shirts, sweatpants, sweatshirts, wool socks, underwear—anything to keep him comfortable. I didn't know what size he was, but I took a guess with a large or extra large, then moved on to toiletries. I grabbed travel sized items then went to the medical area to get bandages, ointments, and more ibuprofen and melatonin. If he's going to be with me for awhile, might as well give him a supply of his own.

I noticed a woman staring at me as I grabbed a couple bottles of men's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. She then eyed my cart full of clothes and other medical items.

"My brother's an idiot. Forgot all his clothes at home and then had the audacity to cut himself with a kitchen knife while cooking." I grumbled at her and she walked away. I wasn't in the mood for that.

Once I got what Soap needed, I pushed my cart to the snack aisle. I grabbed three boxes of poptarts, some chips, and a jar of Tostitos queso.

My phone buzzed on my pocket and I pulled it out, seeing a text from my pharmacist friend, Moira. I had explained to her VERY vaguely that I needed stronger medication for Soap without mentioning him, but judging from her text message, she wasn't going to give me any. I tried to convince her again, but she just told me to buy Tylenol, ibuprofen, and make sure to keep him elevated enough. After that, she completely ignored my text messages and I was left in my problems yet again.

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I started to head in the direction of the checkout. As I walked closer, I noticed a group of armed men enter the store and the few of us in here started to panic. I stayed where I was and ducked behind the cart as if it would protect me.

"Stay calm, everyone!" One of the men shouted, his Spanish accent heavy as he looked at everyone around him. The cashier I waved to earlier glanced to me and tried to come over. Gun shots went off and everyone screamed. The cashier fell to the ground, bullet wounds littering his body and his eyes stared at mine.

I stood up completely when the armed men glanced at everyone.

"We're from the Las Almas cartel, and we're looking for someone who has info about our leader, El Sin Nombre. He's Special Forces—goes by the call sign Soap."

I kept my face void of emotion but I was screaming inwardly. How the hell was I going to get out of this situation alive? More importantly, why are cartel members so far up here? Like I thought before, I knew it wasn't impossible, but it was weird to me. I always thought of them as staying by the border..... I don't know if that's stereotypical or not....

"My men last saw him around this area. This is a small town. Someone must have seen a tactical-armed hombre with a stupid little mohawk?"

I almost cracked a smile and laughed at his statement, but I stayed silent. One of the men walked amongst the other terrified customers, his eyes looking over the groceries and items they had. I stared back at him when he approached me, his eyes looking at the mens clothing and toiletries in my cart.

He shouted in Spanish at me before he aimed his gun at my head. I didn't even flinch or scream when he did that, but rather stared with a bored look at my face. How was I doing this shit emotionlessly?!

"I have a name, y'know."

"You've seen him. Where?"

"I haven't seen him, you idiot. I'm buying clothes for my brother because he's a dumbass and forgot to bring his entire duffel bag to visit me."

I kept my gaze steady on the cartel member in front of me, my heart pounding against my chest and my head getting light. I kept my hands on my pockets to keep them from shaking, but I also dialed 911 by triple-pressing my lock button.

"You don't come clean, we'll kill you!"

"Even if I kept the guy you're hunting for under my watch, you don't have evidence to prove it!"

He grabbed the front of my shirt and hit the end of his gun to my temple. He got in my face, his hot breath hitting my skin and I resisted the urge to gag from how it smelled.

"We'll kill everyone here if you don't tell us."

"Just tell them!" A bystander shouted from her cart.

"Tell them! I can't die!"

"Save us!"

"Don't kill us, please! I have a baby at home!"

I looked at the innocents around me, strategizing a way to bargain and even get everyone out alive. I didn't care what happened to me. If I died, that would insure Soap's secrecy and safety.

But who would take care of Nic?

I sighed and nodded my head, telling them I would concede....not that I'm actually going to tell them where I live....

"Before I tell you, I want to strike a deal: everyone here gets to leave unharmed and not threatened. They remain anonymous. Second, if I tell you, I get to go free as well. Whether I'm unharmed or not, I get to go."

I happened to see something flicker from the back of a truck, then I saw someone duck down behind my car. The realization of who they were hit me and I decided now would be a good time to get out of the way.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. How good are your reflexes?" I threw a box of poptarts at hm before diving behind a cash register. That's when all the bullets came through and the cartel members either dropped dead or scattered.

I tried to crawl toward one of the aisles but I was grabbed my the ankles. A remaining cartel member yanked me back, clawing at my legs and getting on top of me.

"Everyone run to the emergency exits!" I shouted and they didn't hesitate to do just that.

My fear overwhelmed me as I started to cry and scream for help. My "tough guy" facade was no more, and now I was a sobbing mess.

"GET OFF ME!" I screamed as I kicked him in the face and crawled.

A gun shot went off again, but this time it was me who got shot. The bullet burned into my calf and a scream ripped from my throat. I couldn't move as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and yanked me upwards.

"You kill me, you kill this one!" The cartel member shouted as I cried. I looked out the shattered windows, seeing that the cops and Soap's team was aiming their weapons at me.

"TAKE THE SHOT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, fearful tears streaming down my face. "TAKE THE SHOT!"

I closed my eyes and moved my head away to clear a shot. When I heard the bullet tear through the man's skull and his grip loosened, the two of us fell, except he was dead and I was a sobbing mess.

I felt someone gently place their hand on my shoulder as I cried from everything I felt. Pain, fear, trauma, my worry for my dog—hell, even Soap crossed my mind.

"You're the one who helped Johnny. Where is he?!" That familiar British accent asked me as I started to drift off.

I managed to tell him my address before completely blacking out, my head resting on my arm and tears continuing to drench my face.

When I woke up, I was greeted by an annoyingly bright light and the smell of disinfectant and alcohol. I blinked rapidly as I looked to my left, seeing Soap in the hospital bed beside mine. He was asleep and had oxygen tubes at his nose.

"You're awake. Finally."

I looked over at the corner to see a hooded man with a skull mask on. Only his eyes were visible and there was black smudged around them. When he stood, I couldn't help but stare. He was a unit....like, his bicep was probably the size of my head.

"No shit, Sherlock." I sighed, keeping my awe under control as he walked up to me. I could tell he was untrusting of me, but after glancing over to Soap, he loosened up a bit.

"I hear you found him?"

"More like he broke into my cabin and temporarily passed out in the bath tub. I stitched him up as best as I could and helped him rest. I just didn't expect, well, this."

I gestured to my elevated leg that was bandages heavily.

"I'm guessing you're the one Soap calls Ghost. I'm sorry I was cryptic when I replied to your 'how copy'." I did an impression of his accent and he stared back with a blank look. "I didn't mean to sound like I was holding him hostage."

The two of us went silent for a moment before the room door opened. Another man walked in, but he wasn't masked. He seemed more welcoming than Ghost but he still intimidated me.

"Y/N L/N, the one who, to an extent, saved Soap's life. While you were extremely cryptic in that response, I thank you for keeping my comrade safe. I'm also impressed with how you handled the whole hostage situation."

"Oh, that was pure adrenaline, now that I think about it. I sobbed like a baby when I dove away."

The man laughed a little and walked up to me.

"I'm Captain John Price, but you can call me John. The masked one is Ghost, and Soap is John McTavish."

"Do I get to know Ghost's real name?"

"Negative." Ghost responded and I looked away.

"Fair enough. Wait! My dog, Nic! Is she—"

"One of my men, Gaz, and two of our allies, Alejandro and Rudy, are taking care of her. If the hospital allows, we can bring her in."

I relaxed when I heard she was okay, sighing in relief as I ran a hand through my hair. I glanced to Soap when I heard him grumble and stir in his sleep. Price and Ghost immediately joined his side when he woke up, his Scottish accent hoarse and scratchy from being asleep.

"Bloody hospital..."

"Agreed." I said from my side and he looked at me. I pressed my lips together, staring at him as he stared back.

"Can I speak to Y/N alone?" Soap asked as he looked at his two friends. They glanced at me before nodding, the two leaving and Soap and I stayed silent for a moment.

I picked at my nails as Soap started to speak.

"I want to thank you. Ghost told me what you did for me while we were in the ambulance."

"It was nothing. Figured I got morals, might as well use them."

Soap laughed at my statement before looking at his hands.

"You remind me of Ghost in a way. He's the same as you: doesn't like people but he still has the honorable morals."

"Glad I could be of service."

Soap nodded, but I noticed his expression became solemn.

"What?"

"Once I leave, it'll be like we never met one another. I'll go back to being in the field; you'll go back to whatever you do...."

"Do you want my phone number?"

I looked at him with my eyebrow raised, the man staring in shock over me being so straightforward. I almost laughed but I didn't to keep the unfazed facade up. Inwardly, I was screeching and kicking my feet. I mean, it's not everyday a man covered in blood and grime comes into your life to make it interesting.

"That'd be nice." He replied, smiling softly as he looked back at me. I felt my cheek heat up.

"Do you have a phone I can put it in?" I managed to get out and scratched the back of my head nervously.

"How about writing it down on paper?"

"Dude, that's so middle school..."

I looked at him, Soap completely confused about what I said but I didn't elaborate. Instead, I grabbed a tissue from the Kleenex box on the bedside table and held out my hand.

"Do you have a pen?"

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pt.3?

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arhiweebs · 2 years

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Quiet Library

Satan X (F)Mc

Kinktober

Warnings: bottom Mc, public sex, forced cum, pact play,fingering, overstimulation, cumming, squirting, moaning, hushed moans, choking, shaking

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You both sat across from each other at a library table. Both having your own books in hand.Yet one could be sure neither of you were actually focused on the book. Glaring at each other.

Satan narrowed his eyes at you. The side of your lip twitched up into a smirk.

“Cum.”

There was a soft warm sensation over the pact mark of yours and Satan’s. Satan growled but yet was forced to do as his master commanded. His soft growl quickly turned into a low groan as he tried muffle it.

His head and eyes rolled back. He gave a deep low hum. His breathing went jagged and heavy. His hands clenched the book so tightly, it wore the lining.

Just barely above a mutter, “..Fuck~”

Just as his master said, he obeyed. Satan slowly opened his eyes. His bottom half was covered by the table but you could only imagine the load he just let out.

It was enough to give tingles to your own body.

“Good.”

“Mc, I-“

“Cum again.”

His words were cut off and he shot his head up to look at you.

“Wait! I- oh~ fuck~”

Another groan fell from his lips. A bit louder than the previous one, but still not enough to draw too much attention to the table you both occupied. He maintained eye contact with you this time.

He wanted you to see exactly what it was you were doing to him.

He clenching his jaw. Already discarding his book, he now clenched and clawed at the table.

A small chuckle came from you as you watched him become unravel right before your eyes.

He bucked his hips up at the table and his eyes lashed fluttered a bit. He let out deep and heavy breaths.

He didn’t say anything this time, he simply prepared himself for another order.

But all you did was stand up, clearing your throat and taking your book with you. Walking past you, you gave a pat to his head.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his face as he looked over his shoulder to watch you leave.

You made your way over to the mystery section. All the thriller mysteries, Crime Mysteries, Caper mysteries. Sure, Satan was a mystery fanatic, but being around him so much, you couldn’t help but become one yourself.

Secluded by bookshelves in the corner of the library you browsed quietly through the isles, picking up books and glancing over them. Waiting for something to catch your mind and eyes.

You felt a hand snake around your waist and a kiss to the side of your neck. He was so quiet and moved so smoothly.

“That was certainly a stunt you pulled.” He whispered to you as a hand traveled down to your hips.

“Well I had to get you back from earlier when you dragged me into yet another failed prank on Lucifer.”

He scoffed at the name.

He hummed and dipped a hand under your skirt pressing his fingers to your clothed clit and rubbing circles.

“Get me back? Oh, my dear, we’re just getting started now. You think you can ‘get back’ at me with just that. No no no-“

He snickered feeling the wet print through your underwear. He traced his fingers down to your core - A breath hitching in your throat - Rubbing faint circles just above the area.

“-If anything, you only riled me up.”

He left you go but quickly pinned you against a bookshelf. He smirked and looked at you with a tilt of his head and half lidded eyes.

“Don’t make too much noise. Libraries are supposed to be quiet, you know.”

He kissed your neck and dipped a hand back under your skirt. Moving your underwear out the way, he toyed through your folds and rubbed heavy circles to your clit. Coaxing his fingers with your wetness.

You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. But no, he wanted to see your face. Watch you struggle to keep your composure. Look into your eyes to see how he’s making you fall apart just like you did with him.

Taking his middle and ring fingers, he held you in place and pushed his digits inside you. A small gasp left your lips and your legs wavered. Daring to give you.

He hushed you and used his free hand to trail around from your back to your neck. Gripping your throat ever so nicely.

“Not so big now, are you?” He smiled smugly and kissed your lips.

His two fingers pumping in and out of you.

He clenched his jaw looked down at you, into your eyes. One hand wrapped around your neck and the other making you fall apart

Whined and whimpers fell from your lips and your legs shook. Barely being able to let you stand straight. You felt the build up rise. You but your lip trying to keep quiet, honestly, that only made Satan more excited.

He curled his fingers inside you. His pumping got faster. You gasped and your eyes widen as your orgasm came a lot quicker than you previously believed.

You let out a struggles moan as you came over his hands. He smiled at you, still keeping that lovely eye contact.

Yet he didn’t stop, he wanted something more.

Your walls clenched around his digits and struggled whimpers and moans fell from you. A bit overstimulated, your legs shook and you grinded against his hand. Another quick build up came. He came the same fast pace. This one felt different.

You sucked in a sharp breath as your overstimulated clit clenched around his fingers.

“There we go~”

Your eyes rolled back and a long soft moan danced from your lips as you squirted on his fingers.

“That’s what I wanted.”

He whispered and kissed your neck as he held you finish your pretty orgasm.

He pulled out his fingers. Sucking and licking your slick off his hand. He hummed pleased. He had ended up taking a sweater and wrapping it around his waist, for which you didn’t notice at first.

“Let’s go now. I’m not done with you.”

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 9 months

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The Clone Wars 5.18 ‘The Jedi Who Knew Too Much' Reaction

I always like trying to spot which characters are in the background of big group scenes like this. So far I’ve spotted 3 admirals (Coburn, Yularen and Tarkin), assorted jedi, Master Sinube, Kit Fisto, Bail Organa and I think that’s Mon Mothma as well.

Oh, hi again Barriss. Fancy seeing you here again! Funny that we keep meeting like this after so long.

I think that’s Ki-Adi-Mundi and Plo next to Barriss.

So, Barriss killed one of her childhood mentors? I’m probably going to collate my thoughts on Barriss at the end of this arc, rather than scattering them across various recaps. But so much of her characterisation here doesn’t make sense and doesn’t feel right, at all.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this in the recaps when Barriss first appeared, but why is she British?

There’s a shot of 6 beams of light going up from the floor so I’m presuming that means 6 Jedi died in the temple bombings, which seems like an awfully large amount. What were 6 Jedi doing in a hanger of the temple? 1 or 2, maybe 3 at a stretch, makes sense, but 6? I’m guessing this is a story telling decision to make it more impactful, rather than for any logical in-universe reason.

I really despise Tarkin.

Oh, so now the deaths of clones are convenient for you Tarkin. “Military matter” my arse.

Who are the military police? Is that not the Coruscant Guard? I know the general fandom take is that the Corries are saddled with having to do everything but is that the case in canon?

Ahsoka’s angry attitude is definitely going to come back and bite her in the arse later.

“Remember, revenge is not the Jedi way.” says the future DARTH VADER

“Nothing will ever change.” FORESHADOWING KLAXON

Ok, Tarkin is getting very close to being up there with Krell and Nolan. His fucking contemptuous finger waggle at Ahsoka. Ugh.

“I assure you that he [Palps] rarely does anything without a strategy.” Oh, if only you knew Tarkin. Or maybe he does? Hmmm.

Is Barriss a Jedi Knight here or is she still a Padawan? I haven’t seen Luminara anywhere so I’m guessing she’s a Knight by now.

Barriss seems a lot more conflicted and upset than I thought for someone that’s just bombed the Jedi temple and killed a childhood mentor who clearly meant a lot to her. Maybe she’s regretting what she’s done? Hmmm, not sure.

Saleucami! I hope Cut and Suu and the kids are doing ok.

Lmao that ominous brass section was not subtle. FOREBODING KLAXON

Why do they have the Venator shipping yards next to the prison?

That shot of the prison felt very Imperial Empire. All stark architecture, sharp shadows, black and white lighting, red flags and giant symbols everywhere. It’s interesting how Imperial iconography and visuals are starting to creep into Republic locations and situations. Something something visual metaphor about the end approaching.

Why is the memorial to the clones outside the prison? Or is this not the prison and is some other building? Is this the same clone memorial that Crosshair and Cody have their little chat in front of in The Bad Batch?

Corries! Wow, they do all match and have exactly the same armour paint.

FOX!

That grumpy “Yes?” spoke volumes.

Fox, can you not cross your arms properly? What was that? I’m guessing it was more of a functional animation limitation than Fox not actually being unable to cross his arms. Insert your own fandom theories here about injuries that Palps inflicted on him while torturing him or similar that meant he can't cross his arms. Maybe he's got Force lightning burns across his back and it's painful and pulls when he moves too much.

The scan has Ahsoka standing there with her arms out but then the next shot of her is with her arms crossed? Continuity, hello?

At “Leave your comlink and lightsabers here.” Fox gestures down with his index and middle finger outstretched next to each other and oh boy did my mind go straight to the horny bin.

“Follow me.” Omg Fox did you have to say that in such a low, husky voice? That had a distinct feel of ‘Come with me if you want to live’ about it. If Fox basically whispered that to me it’d be “Sir, yes Sir, immediately Sir, however you want me Sir.”

The reference to the first 4 notes of the Imperial March theme there was pretty damn obvious. I remember reading a really interesting theory that Fox was a prototype for Vader and basically functioned as Palps’ attack dog before he turned Anakin to the Dark Side. I wish I could find it again because it was a fascinating read and might explain the presence of the Imperial March here. The music for the entire scene from when Ahsoka entered the prison was particularly foreboding, which makes sense seeing as it’s a prison. However, I’m not entirely sure who the theme is referencing because I don’t think it’s Ahsoka and Anakin isn’t here. Or perhaps it’s just adding to the general foreboding atmosphere. It’s entirely possible I’m reading too much into this.

Surely there are cameras and microphones recording this information that Letta is telling Ahsoka?

Is Barriss Force choking Letta from outside the prison? If so, then she’s fallen quite a long way to the Dark side because that seems like quite a powerful use of the Force.

That shot from the camera in the cell is definitely going to make it look like Ahsoka is the one choking Letta. And how convenient, the feed from that camera just cut out too.

Lmao Fox didn’t even hesitate. He was ready to fuck shit up.

Oh hey, Fox also duel wields.

Hmmm, I’m not sure how I feel about Fox immediately arresting Ahsoka. I think this is another example of the struggle I have with canon Fox vs fanon Fox. I’m going to have to collate my thoughts on that somewhere as well, probably after the chip conspiracy arc *sobs*. I think I’ve come to the realisation that I’m going to have to treat them as completely separate characters. I adore the version of Fox that the fandom has created. And every time I see the tiny bits of canon Fox that we get, it’s almost like a disappointment compared to the depth and layers of fanon Fox, to the point that canon Fox almost feels out of character. I know he doesn’t have any choice in the matter (none of the clones do) and I’m viewing this from an outside perspective looking in. I guess it’s more of an interesting conundrum to be aware of.

That shot of the prison felt even more evil Imperial Empire than the first one.

Great, fucking Tarkin again. Accompanied by hints of the Imperial March while marching down a stark corridor with harsh, ominous lighting. Definitely leaning on the Imperial Empire visuals this episode.

Called it. The footage from the cell is being used to frame Ahsoka as choking Letta. And the sound didn’t work either. How convenient.

Called it again. Tarkin using Ahsoka’s earlier attitude against her. Attitude doesn’t feel like the right word but it’s far too early in the morning and I can’t think of the right one.

Tarkin makes understandable points if this was some kind of detached, impersonal debate about an imaginary situation. But it’s not. He’s just being a deliberately abusive bastard. Definitely getting up there with Krell and Nolan.

Anakin being very Dark Side there when threatening Fox.

Who is helping Ahsoka escape? Is it Barriss? I don’t think it’s Anakin because he arrives after Ahsoka escapes. Plus clones were killed and injured and while we just saw Anakin threaten them and be all very Dark Side about it, I don’t think he’s fallen far enough to that level of Sithliness yet.

Utterly unnecessary acrobatics but ok.

“If you see the target, shoot to kill.” Oh no, that is some painful foreshadowing right there.

Fucking yes, thank you Rex. Knew we could count on Rex to believe in Ahsoka.

“Then who did?” Fox asking the question we’re all wondering.

Why is Anakin telling Rex to call security when Fox, the Commander of the Coruscant Guard, is right there? Surely he is the security?

How does Anakin telling Rex to tell security to search the entire base translate to an all-points bulletin on Ahsoka?

You can really tell from Rex’s voice how much this is affecting him. How he can’t believe that Ahsoka could do this. It was almost like he didn’t want to issue the order that he had to. I’m really glad that someone apart from Anakin believes Ahsoka, and that it’s Rex. Of course we could rely on our king. He can’t actually do anything to help her though. None of the clones can. They’re slaves. They have to follow orders. But at least we actually get to see that Rex doesn’t believe Ahsoka is capable of this and that he believes her, and believes in her. We’ve seen Rex’s belief and trust in Ahsoka crop up a few times now. The most obvious being his defence of her to Tarkin in the Citadel arc.

Complete switch of tone but Rex, do you ever clean your armour? I know he’s busy fighting a war and all that but I’ve noticed his armour being especially dirty in a number of episodes now. It’s particularly noticeable on his bucket. That’s a lot of gunk and grime across the top of his visor.

Wtf is that giant vehicle and isn’t that just a little bit of overkill for trying to find one Jedi Padawan? I feel like there’s a point about excessive police violence in there somewhere.

So many of the shots of the prison feel very Imperial Empire. They’d barely have to change anything to make the switch from the Republic to the Empire. That’s probably the point too.

Grizzer!

Hound sounded distinctly Aussie there. More funkiness happening with the clones' accents.

Thunder and lightning? That is hilariously on the nose.

Clone troopers shooting like stormtroopers. Fanon Fox would not stand for this lack of accuracy from his Corries. He has standards and he expects them to be met.

Jhc they just used a canon to fire on a child. Fuck me that is far too excessive.

“Set weapons to stun.” The foreshadowing is causing me great, deep pain.

Ahsoka is deflecting stun bolts so I’m guessing the training that happens in episode 5 ‘Practice Makes Perfect’ of Tales of the Jedi has happened already? I wish I could find a resource of where all these episodes happen in the timeline and around which dates they happen as well.

We need to talk about the kama, because I am now utterly befuddled about which clones can get one.

Hound has a kama, but he’s an ARF (Advanced Recon Force) Scout Trooper.

The other ARF trooper in the Coruscant Guard also has a kama.

Fox has a kama and he’s a clone commander and the Commander of the Coruscant Guard but he isn’t listed as having ARC training.

I think I’ve seen other Corrie Guard commanders with kama’s as well.

Rex, Fives and Echo (and eventually Jesse) all have kama's and they are ARCs.

Cody is a clone commander and The Marshal Commander but he doesn’t have a kama and isn’t listed as having ARC training (I cannot believe that The Marshal Commander Cody doesn’t have ARC training but that’s another point for another time).

Ponds had a kama and was a clone commander but isn’t listed as having ARC training.

Bly is a Marshal Commander and has ARC training and has a kama.

Wolffe is a clone commander and has a kama but isn’t listed as having ARC training (I also can’t believe that Wolffe doesn’t have ARC training either but that’s the same point as Cody so for another time).

Keeli was a captain, not a commander, isn’t listed as having ARC training but did have a kama.

So what decides whether a clone can have a kama or not? I thought it was an ARC thing but clearly not seeing as other clones that aren’t ARCs can have one.

They’re mobilising a giant rolling tank thing and gunships to hunt down a child? This is definitely beyond excessive. I know at this point Ahsoka is considered armed and dangerous but she’s also A Child. This just feels completely excessive and cruel. And not that far removed from the Empire, which, again, is probably the point.

And now it’s raining. Because of course it is.

“Do not shoot to kill.” I hate all of this foreshadowing. All of it.

What are these pipelines supposed to be for? I’m guessing not petrol seeing as nothing has exploded yet.

That is a lot of skill from Ahsoka to be able to deflect multiple repeated stun bolts while sprinting flat out.

Did you just really fire on a child with a fucking rocket launcher?!

Oddball, what are you doing? I know you’re just following orders but you don’t have to sound so gleeful about it. Also, why is his helmet yellow? Actually that kind of looks like 212th orange. I thought Oddball was in the 501st? A quick google says he’s in the 212th but none of the search results seem particularly definitive or legit. If he is part of the 212th, what is he doing on Coruscant? We saw Obi-Wan on a holocall at the start of the episode talking about going to the Anoat system so presumably the 212th is there, and not on Coruscant?

Is this the first time we see Ahsoka do the move of cutting a hole in the floor with her lightsaber?

Ah, so the pipes are for water. Or at least I think they are.

Anakin is looking particularly conflicted and upset throughout all of this.

TW: Discussion of abuse below. If you want to skip this, it's the section between the three dashes '---'

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That exchange at the end between Ahsoka and Anakin was very interesting. Anakin is making some fairly reasonable and understandable points, which is intriguing given he’s characterised as the opposite of that most of the time. It’s another insight into how complex of a character he is. I think TCW has done a very good job of showing not only the depth and complexity to Anakin’s character but also how much more there was to his fall to the Dark Side. He is undoubtedly aggressive, possessive, abusive, and dangerous. Yet he’s also being groomed by a monster in a position of power that no one even notices or realises before it’s all too late. He was also a slave and had an abusive and traumatic childhood and seems to falling into the pattern of how abusees can often turn into abusers.

Amongst all of this, you can also see how much he cares for those who mean a lot to him. He and Rex are the only ones that believe Ahsoka, but Anakin is the only one in any meaningful position of power with the ability to do something about it. It’s plainly obvious how much he cares for Ahsoka.

However, that care and belief still veers too far into aggression and possession and he continues to cross the line multiple times with unacceptable actions and behaviour. I wonder if he lets Ahsoka go at the end of the episode because he trusts her or because he doesn’t know what to do?

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Ahsoka was also making wholly valid and understandable points, which I think Anakin knew as well, even as he was trying to convince her to come back. Is this the first time we hear Ahsoka call Anakin by his first name? She usually calls him ‘Master’ or ‘Skyguy’ and her use of his first name here feels particularly personal and loaded with meaning. I’m glad Ahsoka knows that at least Anakin trusts and believes her, even when no one else does.

I wanted to include this gif because look at Rex looking like James Bond in the background being framed by the pipe.

Then this gif and the two above made me realise another thing about Anakin.

TW: Discussion of abuse and domestic violence below. If you want to skip this, it's the section between the three dashes '---'

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As much as Anakin cares about Ahsoka and is trying to help her, his possession and controlling is very evident here. The way he said "I would never let anyone hurt you Ahsoka" felt very much like something a domestic abuser would say after hurting their partner. Or what a possessive and controlling domestic abuser would say to their partner. There's a dangerous and desperate edge to it. You can also see Anakin doesn't agree with what Ahsoka is doing and is angry at her for not doing it his way. He thinks his way is the best way to try and fix this and of course he immediately gets pissed as soon as someone doesn't do what he says and follows what he thinks should be done. Anakin is refusing to let Ahsoka go, even while trying to help her. His possession and controlling is still here, even if it isn't as overt as when he's with Padmé.

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The voice acting throughout TCW has been pretty damn excellent and Ahsoka is no different. Ashley Eckstein did a fantastic job. But it felt like it stepped up another level, particularly in that exchange between Ahsoka and Anakin at the end. There was so much emotion and upset and betrayal in Ahsoka’s voice.

There is the subtlest of hints of the Imperial March after Ahsoka jumps and we get a shot of Anakin, Rex and Fox at the mouth of the tunnel, followed by a shot of Ahsoka falling. It’s very subtle, probably the subtlest I’ve heard throughout the whole series but it’s definitely there. The intervals between the notes of the Imperial March are very distinct. Again, I’m not sure what it’s referencing or emphasising here. Probably Anakin seeing as he does turn into Darth Vader. But like the scene earlier where Ahsoka first enters the prison, it also feels slightly out of place. Usually when the Imperial March turns up, it’s fairly clear that it’s referring to Anakin, like when he killed Merrik in ‘Voyage of Temptation’. It could also be a misdirection to make Ahsoka appear to be falling to the Dark side. Though that doesn’t entirely make sense seeing as we know that she didn’t kill Letta and is being set up. Hmmm.

I know it’s meant to be a big climactic ending to the episode but couldn’t Anakin just follow Ahsoka and jump down onto the ship that she’s standing on that’s floating down the giant tunnel? And couldn’t Fox just comm some Corries to follow the ship and meet it when it lands? He is the Commander of the Coruscant Guard after all.

That episode was intense and A Lot. And there’s still 2 episodes of this arc to go. Oof.

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redrobinhoods · 1 year

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the fruit of war | chapter seven

AO3 Link | 1,500 words | Chapter 6

Story Summary: The Clone Wars have begun. Riyo Chuchi is less than a year into her role as Senator for Pantora when the Coruscant Guard arrives and the war upheaves everything she knew. In a changing galaxy, Riyo strives to find her place in a deteriorating Senate as the men of the Coruscant Guard try to fill a role they were not prepared to take up.

By the time Thorn reached his office Thire and Scout were already there in the same positions as they had been the day before.

“Looking sharp.” Thorn said when they glanced up at his entrance. “Scout, may I ask a favor from you?”

Thire cut him off. “He knows.”

Thorn nodded, looking between the two men before closing the door. He brought his chair around to their side of the desk and sat, looking between the two of them. “I have a plan. It’s a poor plan, but it’s a plan.” He had stayed up far too late the previous night only to draw the same conclusions as Thire. But he had found more.

“Tell me.” Thire demanded.

“The medics don’t care about our health. They only care if we can carry out our duties.”

Scout shot Thorn a look that said, ‘we know.’

“You’re not going to fool a scan, but, all you need to do is prove significant progress, right?”

Thire’s brow rose. He and Scout wore matching looks of skepticism. “So, how am I going to make significant progress?”

“They medically cleared me even with ongoing necrosis.” Thire and Scout’s faces twisted into discomfort. “So I am willing to bet that they’ll clear you with a superficial recovery. You’re going to walk in there and walk out. No crutches.”

“Thorn, I can’t even stand for a short shower.” Thire protested.

“You have a week. Every hour on the hour you are going to walk to Stone’s office and back, without crutches. I don’t expect this to help but I expect you to learn how to fake it. Walk in and out of your appointment next week. And lie to the medical droids. That’s all you have to do.”

Thire’s look was not one of assurance.

“Do it now.” Thorn said, opening the office door and leaning back in his chair.

Thire glared at him but complied.

Scout moved closer to Thorn as they watched Thire take shaking steps across the office space, then turn around to walk back towards them. He was barely to Fox’s door before his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor.

“You’re doing great!” Thorn called.

When Thire raised the middle finger of his right hand to him Thorn burst out into laughter.

Riyo hoped the anxiety in her chest was not written across her face as she sat in the seat beside Senator Organa in his office. This section of the building, Cantham House, was different than the rest of the Senate. For one, she knew him to live here during his time on Coruscant, and the other differences came because of that. There was no single desk in the great room, but a couch across from the chairs on which they sat. While it was grand it was still homely, more than even her apartment could be said to be.

“This is very good.” Senator Organa said as he continued to look over the datapad. “But I must ask, where did you find the historic trade records?”

“The Senate Archives.” She answered, trying and failing to hide the small smile of pride at his compliment. “There’s some books that have yet to be digitized that I found helpful for my calculations.”

“You must send me their titles.” Senator Organa said as he looked up from the datapad, turning to face her. “I will bring this to my trade representatives for their opinions, but, I do not anticipate any refusals. You have argued well for Pantora.”

“Thank you, Senator Organa.” Riyo said.

When he rose from his seat she mirrored him, clasping his outstretched hand in a handshake.

“Please let me know if there is any feedback for me to address.” She said as he walked her to the door of the suite.

“Certainly. I hope to see you this afternoon, Senator Chuchi.”

“I will be there, Senator Organa.” She would never have passed up on the opportunities that came to her for committee discussions.

The walk back to her office from Cantham House was long, but it flew by as she bristled with pride and Senator Organa’s approval. When she had become senator, he had been one of the few she had hoped to gain mentorship from. That hope was still there and brimming when she reached her office.

Riyo had just set her hand on the control panel when a red painted clone trooper approached.

“Yes?” She turned to face him.

“Senator Chuchi, I’m here to inspect your office bunker.” The clone said.

“Wonderful, do come in.” She opened the door and ushered the man inside. “It’s there under the desk.” Goddess knew she had hit the hidden button in her desk drawer too many times. She pulled her chair away, allowing him access, before opening the drawer and pressing the button, hidden under more loose flimsiplast she had shoved into the drawer the afternoon prior. “Please, forgive the mess.”

“No worries, Senator.” The trooper said as he slid underneath the desk, climbing down the short ladder into the bunker beneath.

She waited, leaning on the back of the chair as the trooper ran his inspection. When the door had shut then reopened and he crawled back up the ladder she straightened.

“All good, Senator.”

“Thank you, Trooper. Would you like some tea or water?”

He squirmed a little. “I couldn’t intrude, Senator.”

“I insist.”

She met the black gaze of his helmet until he complied. “Some water would be lovely, thank you, Senator Chuchi.”

“Wonderful.” She quickly crossed the room to the small cabinet of food and drinks for entertainment, and enough caf to get her through the week. “What is your name?” She asked as she grabbed a small cup and the water jug.

“Edge, ma’am.”

“Well,” she quickly moved to the now helmetless clone trooper with the freshly poured cup of water, “thank you, Edge, for ensuring my safety.”

Edge whispered a small thanks for the cup of water before taking a sip. He looked so young. If he had been a normal man, not a clone, she would’ve guessed he was still in his childhood studies. It made her wonder if all the clones in the senate were the same age.

“Thank you again, Senator Chuchi.” Edge said when he had finished the water, looking around for a place to set his cup.

“And thank you, Edge.” Riyo said, taking the cup from him. “I must thank Commander Thorn for sending you here to ensure my safety, I tend to run into him in the halls.”

Edge cringed a little. “With all due respect, Senator, you may want to wait another day or two. He’s in a bad mood.”

“Oh? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know. May just be sore from the new armor.”

Riyo nodded slowly as she walked Edge to the door. “I will consider that if I see him. Have a good day, Edge.”

When the door shut behind him, Riyo set her mind to clearing off her workspace before lunchtime.

Fox’s brows knit in concentration as he hit the turbolift button with his finger, trying not to upset the tray of his and Stone’s food.

“Looking forward to your day of rest?” Thorn asked when the doors shut and the turbolift began to move.

“Actually, I was thinking that I could pull rank and have you and Stone fetch our meals every day.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

Fox didn’t need to see Thorn’s face to know what expression lay beneath his helmet.

“It seems the power’s gone to my head.” But because it was Thorn, Fox let him have a bit of honesty. “And I’m anxious about the Chancellor popping in to see the new armor.”

The turbolift doors opened and they stepped out, heading towards the offices.

“You don’t think Stone and I can handle him?”

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”

“C’mon, Fox. Our men misbehaving? The Corrie Guard is a well-oiled machine already!”

When the office doors opened, Fox sighed.

The clamor inside faded in an instant as the office sergeants and lieutenants turned to see their commanding officer.

“What is that?” Fox asked as he and Thorn entered the room.

“We thought you’d be gone longer.” Sergeant Dock said apologetically.

Fox set his tray of food down on one of the desks before walking over to the center of the room where all the men were gathered. Sixteen sergeants, three lieutenants, and Scout sat on the floor in a circle. Fox didn’t immediately recognize the machine in Lieutenant Bravo’s hand, but when he glanced down to the flimsiplast on the floor he sighed. “Where did you get that?”

Sergeant Faryn answered. “It was confiscated this morning. We weren’t planning on tattooing anyone today-”

Behind Fox, Thorn choked down a laugh.

“Put that back in evidence, now.” Fox growled, stepping back to grab his lunch. “If any of you try to use that machine in this office you will be demoted in rank.”

As the men scattered, Fox looked up to see Stone leaning against the door of his office.

“You were supposed to be watching them!” Fox hissed at Stone as he met them inside Fox’s office.

Stone shrugged, falling into his chair. “They were having a good time.”

#foxiyo #commander fox #riyo chuchi #commander thorn #commander stone #commander thire #the fruit of war fic #my fics

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aberrant-webnovel · 6 months

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Chapter 8 - Back to HQ

My alarm started blaring early in the morning. 7AM. I slapped the bar on top and silenced it before lumbering out of bed. I needed a few seconds more to clear the fog from sleeping.

After switching the snooze off from the alarm and disabling it, I set it back down.

"Time to get ready."

I spent a bit collecting an outfit together for the day. Green tank. Sand colored cargo pants. Combat boots.

"Maybe not."

I thought for a bit about it and changed out the shirt. I didn't want to wear exactly what I saw that woman from yesterday wearing. A black tank would be better.

After getting clean underwear and socks, I found a clean towel.

"Let's get ready then."

I left my room with my outfit and towel. I slept in sweats and no shirt so I just stayed like that.

There was a bathroom with a shower upstairs and downstairs, but I could hear the shower upstairs in use. Mom sometimes got up at this time, too. That might be her. I'll go use the downstairs shower.

I took the stairs down and meandered passed the dining room and kitchen to the bathroom.

I knocked just in case. No answer.

Safe to open, then. So I pushed open the door and entered.

My clothes were best left on a nearby shelf and I hung my towel on a hook next to the standing shower. It's a big glass box with opaque walls. Can't really see inside very well even if there isn't steam. Once the shower was hot, it was totally impossible to see into.

I stripped and left my pants on the shelf with my new outfit. I didn't have anything else on.

The door squeaked when I opened it. Wasn't too loud. Shouldn't bother Silva's sleep.

The tile flooring inside was cold. We can change that by running the hot water though. Better turn it on right away.

I turned the water on and waited outside the box for minute while it heated. Then once the steam was coming through, I entered.

I was still half asleep, but this should wake me up pretty quick.

Ten minutes later, I was out of the shower and toweling off.

Curious about my healing, I looked myself over in a mirror over the sink.

I lifted my arms and looked at my torso. There was no damage to be seen. No bruises. There was no pain either. But one major change did occur.

My muscles were insanely toned compared to the day before. My abs were cut into a clear six sections. My pecs had clear definition around them now. Both of these features were pretty lean just yesterday.

I looked my arm definition. My shoulders were wider, biceps and triceps clearly defined. My forearms weren't bulging, but had a significant amount improvement.

My thighs and calves showed very similar growth. Not too many changes in my face other than my skin growing a bit clearer. My hair didn't change, either. Still kinda short, but wavy and a bit of an orange-blonde.

Of everything I just observed, I felt only one major concern.

"I couldn't have grown any taller though?"

Despite everything, I really did wonder why I didn't grow any taller. I was the same height as always when I looked into this mirror. 5 feet 8 inches.

"I gotta show Silva. But first, pants."

I made sure I was totally dried off and then slipped on my undies and pants. The rest can wait. I'll just leave it here and get dressed later.

I shot out of the bathroom and through the house towards the stairs. Carefully, I ran up the stairs. Then I moved to the guest room and opened the door. I didn't bother knocking.

Silva was frozen in shock in the middle of the room. Looks like she just got up and was about to get ready. Luckily, she was in a very modest night gown.

"Sorry, shoulda knocked."

"I'm still asleep."

"Huh?"

Silva blinked a few times and just stared at me without moving or changing expression.

"A very muscly man who looks a lot like Ymir came into my room without knocking. I must still be dreaming. It's all too weird."

"If you're dreaming, then I'm dreaming too. But I'm pretty sure this is real."

"No way."

"Yes way."

A few more seconds of awkward staring.

"I'm awake and this is real?"

"Yes! Just stop looping!"

"Did the stim do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm going to see Dr. Eugene today."

"What the…?"

We stood in silence for a short bit until Silva got a hold of herself.

"If you're heading to HQ today, then I'll come with. Wait up for me?"

"Sure. I'll get breakfast ready."

"Get dressed first. The muscles are creeping me out."

"Fine."

I went back downstairs. Made way to the bathroom and collected my clothes. I changed into my outfit there, but left my sweats from last night on the shelf. I'll collect them for laundry at some point later. Gotta make breakfast first.

I get to the kitchen and check the fridge and cupboards. Not too many options. I have uncooked rice and a few fresh veggies. Six eggs. There's still some leftovers from last night, too.

Omelet with veggies. I'll steam the rice. What we don't eat, I'll just have extra to cook with later.

Gonna have to leave mom with just leftovers until I can bring back some groceries. I planned on picking up some yesterday after the testing, but things went a little bit crazier than I had anticipated. Either way, I'll do that after I see the doctor. I'll be sure to buy extra since Silva is going to be staying with us.

I get to cooking. I'm comfortable in the kitchen. Feels good to move around and make food.

While I'm cooking, every action feels just extra easy. The pans are lighter. I'm moving quicker. I feel more aware of everything I'm doing.

I spent about fifteen washing the rice until the water was perfectly clear. We had a rice cooker that I pulled out and got the rice in there with enough water. About right as I was turning it on, I saw my mom start walking toward me.

[Is there enough there for everyone to eat?]

"There is, yeah. Need to shop later though. Gotta stock up with Silva here for a few days.

[You look different. What is it?]

"Oh, well it's a few things."

I walked away from the kitchen. The stove wasn't on yet and the rice would take a bit. It was fine to ignore breakfast a few more minutes and just talk to mom.

I got near and flexed my arms to show the growth and grinned a big smile.

"Woke up with some changes. Abs and legs are all toned up, too."

[Creepy.]

Mom had kind of a weird look on her face. Disgust and confusion.

"Silva said that too. I doesn't look that bad, right?"

[You don't look bad? But it's a big change. Happened too fast.]

"I'm gonna see a doctor at HQ today. Might know something."

[Definitely find out.]

"Now go relax and wait for breakfast. I'll get Silva when I finish up."

[Yes, sir!]

Mom signed that with a goofy smile and gave me a sloppy salute. Then she went into the living room. I could hear our display turn on and a newscast start. Didn't know what was being said, but mom did like to stay on top of what was going on around us.

The rest of breakfast wasn't hard to get ready. I've made omelets plenty of times. So once those were finished, I paddled out some steamed white rice.

"Okay, mom! Food is ready! I'm going to go get Silva."

I walked to the stairs and passed mom on the way. She gave me a quick peck kiss on the side of the head before I went upstairs.

"Yo, Silva. Food is ready."

I knocked a few times on her door, but got no response. After a few seconds, I could hear the shower running. She did want to come with me today. Makes sense that she would want to shower.

I knocked on the bathroom door and cracked it just enough to yell inside.

"Food is ready! Finish up and come eat!"

"Huh? Oh sure. I was getting out in a minute. I'll be right there."

I could hear her squeak the handle and turn off the water. I closed the door before even hearing the shower door open, then went downstairs.

Mom had collected all our plates and set them on the dining table with utensils for us. I sat down at the table with mom to my right at the head seat. Silva had a spot set for her on my left.

Rather than starting to eat right away, my mom and I just started a casual conversation. Mostly just figuring out what today would include for us both.

A couple minutes later, Silva had made her way downstairs. She was fully dressed for the day, but still had some wet hair. Might have to let her blow dry it before we leave.

Silva had a very modest and cute style if I had to say so. Blue was her favorite color so she made it a big part of her look. Her shirt was a white button up with frilly blue trim on it. She wore a short tie that was also blue. Blue skirt that goes down to her knees. Thigh high white socks. Blue flats to walk in. Right now her long hair was tied back with a white ribbon.

The whole family was assembled now! Time to eat!

"Thank you for cooking, Ymir."

"Of course!"

Mom tapped me on the shoulder while I responded to Silva.

[As always, thank you. It looks good.]

I saw her sign that to me when I turned back to look at her.

"I'll cook something even better for dinner tonight. Silva can come shopping with me so I can bring home even more"

"Sounds fun. Haven't had to go shopping in a while. Mom usually does it."

We continued to enjoy our time together. Once everyone started eating, conversation slowed down quite a bit.

Hard to speak or sign while trying to eat. Thank you, everyone. For loving my food.

My mom waited for both Silva and I to finish and then collected the dishes. She usually washed the dishes after every meal.

[If you cook for me, I want to clean up for you.]

That's how she put it back when I started cooking. It just kinda stuck as our routine.

"I've got a couple things to pick up around here before I'm good to go. You gonna be ready to leave soon?"

"Yeah, just need to fully dry my hair. It doesn't look great when it's wet."

"I'm going to collect sheets and stuff for the wash. You mind if I grab the sheet from your room?"

"Go for it. I'll be upstairs in the bathroom."

We parted ways at the table. Silva went upstairs right away. I stopped by the bathroom downstairs and collected my pants. After that, I went upstairs to get the sheets from my bed and Silva's. It was easy to collect mine, but Silva somehow gets everything tangled in a huge mess so I had to fight it a bit.

Laundry obtained! The washing units were in the upstairs bathroom so I just left a basket over by the door. A hair dryer could be heard inside so I thought it'd be best to just let her finish up being going in there.

I just went back to my room. A few of the notes on my desk were placed haphazardly. Might as well tidy up until I can do laundry. I just picked up and organized for a few minutes.

Two knocks.

"Come in."

Silva opened the door. He hair was perfectly fluffy and dry now.

"I saw the laundry outside the door so I started it for you. I'm ready to go now if you are."

"If you already started the laundry, then I'm fine to leave. Let's get going.

Silva and I hurried downstairs. Mom was in the living room watching newscasts. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I kissed the side of her head and then let go.

"I love you, mom. I won't let them keep me too late today."

[Wait up, Ymir. I have something for you.]

"Hm?"

Mom got up from the couch and grabbed a small wooden case that was in front of her on the coffee table. She handed that to me.

[Open it.]

I saw her sign that and opened it right away. Inside are metal tags on a steel chain. I picked them up and read them aloud.

"Captain Magni Sorenson. B-Rank. Runner Corps."

Second tag.

"Fighting for my wife Delilah and my son Ymir."

The tears were about to break the dam! Close the flow! Stop it! Now!

"Mom, these are dad's tags."

I looked up at my mother. She was sobbing and smiling at me. Her hands were a bit shaky, but she still got the words out.

[Please carry your father's love with you. Let him protect you.]

At this point, the tears didn't stop. I hugged my mom again. Much tighter. I kissed her cheek. After pulling away, I took the tags out of the box, closed it, and put the box on the table. The chain was easy to unlink and then clasp back together around my neck.

The steel hung down and I could feel the chill against my skin. The tags were just over my tank top, but the chain was cold.

"Dad's coming with me everywhere from now on, Mom."

[I'm glad.]

"It's time for us to get going."

[Yeah.]

I hugged her again and started to head towards the door.

[Take care! I love you both!]

Silva saw that sign and called out to her.

"Thank you for letting me stay here again, Auntie Del. I love you, too!"

Everyone shared smiles and waves before it was time to head back to HQ. Silva and I departed from my home and were on our way.

The walk to the tram station wasn't too far. We did, however, make sure to bring the wheelchair along. I just pushed it in front of me as I walked with Silva at my side.

Once on the tram, we walked back towards the same spot were rode yesterday. However, our unfriendly acquaintance had already seemed to board the tram and was on the same space she was last time. With the time of day, though, this tram was full of people. I just hope she doesn't recognize me and start something here.

The ride wasn't the most comfy because of the lack of free space. Nobody was allowed to stand while the tram was moving, so we squeezed together on the seats when it got busy.

Silva leaned in and pretty much just laid on my shoulder for the ride. Better than letting her get squished between me and some other stranger.

The tram reached its destination after not too long and we would depart from there. HQ wasn't far.

We hurried along so as to avoid the lime-haired woman from yesterday.

After about five minutes, I turned around to just check behind us while we walked. She was there.

Just walking behind us and matching our pace. When our eyes met, she kept walking towards us.

"Silva, take the chair and head back to the HQ, alright?"

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? No fighting."

Silva grabbed the chair and kept going.

"Tell Dr. Eugene that I'm on my way."

"Kay."

Silva left.

The lime-haired woman stood to face me now. She was tall. I didn't take too much notice before. She stands at over 6 feet tall. 6 feet 3 inches maybe? I had to look up at her. But I got a real good look at her face this time. She had light skin, but it was still a bit tanned like most who live anywhere in the Desert Sector. The same color of lime was in her eyeshadow, but her lips were a pastel lilac. She had plenty of jet black piercings in her ears, brows, bottom lip, and nose.

She also had the exact same outfit as I had on. Black tank, desert camo cargo pants, combat boots. I hate having the same clothing sense as such a mean person.

"You get juiced up or something overnight?"

"Trying to figure that out."

"It's creepy."

"That what I've been told."

"You're not fooling anyone with the muscles. It's obvious you aren't augmented."

"No tricks. But I am still a C-Ranker."

"Fuck off with that."

"I won't."

"Then just fuck off."

"Then I'll just see you at HQ sometime. What's your name anyway?"

"I don't tell that to civvies."

"Whatever. See you around."

I turned away from her. She wasn't cooperative at all. Why the fuck did she have such a problem with me? I know it's not the most believable event, but the hostility is just too much.

I didn't hear a response. I didn't even bother turning around. I wonder if she was going to follow me while I caught up with Silva.

Five minutes of walking brought me to the front of HQ. I found Silva waiting there for me. I guess she didn't want to go in without me.

"Yo!"

I called out to my cousin and approached her.

"You didn't go in?"

"You don't have an access card yet. I don't have my own either. Just have one that dad slipped to me to use if I need it. Figured you'd be stuck out here if we don't go together."

"Oh shit! You're right! We should stop by an admin desk to get our cards today. Yesterday was too hectic and I forgot."

"Then let's get going. We can stop by the front desk on the way to the Medic corps offices."

And so that's what we did. Silva got us inside and then we moved into the lobby area. There was a lot going on in here so nobody took notice of us right away. Almost everyone was dressed in uniform, however, and we were in civilian clothes. Even if we weren't being gawked at, I feel like we were still noticeable.

We just made it over to the front desk and explained we forgot to get keycards yesterday after testing. Silva made something up about Dr. Eugene letting us inside so we could get our cards before our meeting with him. The clerk fell for it, it seemed.

Even if she caught the fib, she located our information in the system and started to process new keycards for us. After reviewing the information, she gave me a concerned look before handing over my card.

"Don't lose your card again. It looks bad for C-Rankers to be forgetful."

"It's my first card actually. I'm starting soon."

"What!?"

She started to go through my file with a shocked face.

"What's the Chief thinking…? I guess, welcome to the Vault Breakers. Both of you. Ymir Sorenson and Silva Dirge."

With our names being said aloud, a few glances came our direction and locked onto us.

The clerk girl seemed really thrown off by everything. Maybe I'm just not taking my rank as seriously as I should be.

"Thanks. I'll see you around. What's your name?"

"Huh? Me? Umm… Camille."

"Then til next time, Camille."

Silva and I left the desk and the stares slowly broke off from us. Silva checked behind us as we left.

"She's blushing."

"Hah! No she isn't."

"Beet red."

"Nope."

I didn't have any appeal to anyone before. No way that I had an effect on someone so suddenly.

Silva and I just made our way at a steady pace over to Eugene's office. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"Come in."

Good. He's in the office.

We entered together. Silva moved the wheelchair off to the side of the room and stood next to me.

"We came back just like you asked, doc."

"And with some serious changes, I see. This is… creepy."

"Would everyone stop calling me creepy?"

"It's creepy though. Especially since I saw you yesterday."

"Fine."

Eugene stood up and just walked around me in a circle. Silva moved out of the way stood off to the side by the wheelchair we brought back.

"Are you okay with receiving a basic physical? I might need to take a blood sample too.

"I'm willing to do what's needed to get to the bottom of this."

"I won't get results right away. It's just a place to start. I'll coordinate further testing with you. Probably going to need to get R&D involved once I have enough data to share with them."

"Like I said. I just want to figure things out."

"Sure, sure. Silva, I'm gonna ask you to leave the office for the examinations. I think I saw Varun in the labs. He's up and active. You have plenty of clearance to pay him a visit."

Eugene said that and I could see Silva smiling in response. I knew she missed her dad.

"Yeah, I'll go see him. Come find me later. Okay, Ymir?"

"Sure. Tell Uncle Varun hello for me."

With that, she left the room and I began the exams with Dr. Eugene.

#horrror #scifi #thriller #novel #webnovel #original fiction #original story #original characters #original work #putting myself out there #reblogs are appreciated #minors dni

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dhampiravidi · 10 months

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x-men OC: Hestia Li

template taken from here

General Information

Name: Hestia (Black) Li Aliases: Fury (codename); Hes (nickname) Age: (see this) 15/18 upon enrolling in Xavier's; ~40 as an adult Species: Homo sapien superior aka Human Mutant Ethnicity: half Québécois, half Han Chinese Sexuality: (closeted) Bisexual Affiliation: the X-Men

Physical Appearance

Hestia is a 5'4" (162.56 cm) young woman who engages in regular physical activity. She's lightly toned and has a relatively pale complexion (which, unfortunately for her, tends to burn rather than tan). While at Xavier's, she cuts her wavy dark hair (into a shoulder-length bob), which can easily grow to the small of her back. It’s prematurely graying as a result of her powers. She has striking grey eyes, which appear to glow in the light. Athleisure takes up most of her wardrobe--the rest is slightly chic formal that she wears sometimes when she teaches. Her symbiote form adds another four inches to her frame. Sometimes, her symbiote takes the form of a puddle with its usual eyes when it slinks around or curiously observes people without its owner being present.

Personality

Almost everyone who meets Hestia knows her to be a friendly, loyal, compassionate individual. At her core, that's who she really is. She loves hard and is always willing to be a shoulder to cry on or a giver of advice. Her negative traits are connected to her fear of being left behind (which originated when her parents divorced as a result of her childhood hardship). When her everyday schedule piles up too high with classes to teach, tutoring sessions, and chores, she can tend to run away from it all by taking shortcuts. Also, she tends to ramble when she's nervous, and that happens when she's trying to keep one of her own secrets. Strangely enough though, she is a good undercover agent because she simply doesn't see her job as her secret--as much as it is SHIELD's. Her symbiote typically has the mind of a young middle schooler (slightly feral, eager to please her, frightened by thunderstorms).

History

Hestia was born to a Québécois mother, Lea Tremblay, and a Han Chinese father, Vince Li (surname voluntarily translated to Black). Her mutation became apparent when she was ten, disrupting her otherwise happy family life. Hestia's ability to copy physical skills simply by observing them made her a prodigy in soccer and ballet. It also made her the target of bullying. That was how the unfortunate side effect of her mutation, a feral state triggered by sudden shock, became known. Due to the constant drama, Hestia's parents ended up getting a divorce. Her mother decided to stay in Quebec with Hestia's little brother, while Hestia moved to New York with her father. Mr. Black soon became an alcoholic, so Hestia earned money after school by counting cards in underground gambling rings. Her only solace was going to high school, where the kids saw her as a sweet, perfect popular girl. Tragedy struck again when Hestia was mugged in a park. She tried to fight the gunman and got shot, triggering her feral state. After she'd beaten him up, a symbiote (who Hestia would name Stitch) slithered out from the bushes and forcibly bonded with her, before eating the unconscious criminal. This traumatized Hestia, who spent the next week lying in bed. One day, she suddenly found herself filling out an application for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. As soon as she got in, she left her dad some money and went to get help from Professor Charles Xavier.

Powers / Abilities:

Photographic Kinesthesia (she can copy any physical skill she's observed) and Symbiote Physiology (read Eddie Brock's section). The symbiote can be injured and/or torn apart by fire or loud sounds. It hungers for a chemical that can only be found in brains and/or chocolate--phenethylamine. Hestia cannot use her mutant ability while the symbiote is active (on the outside of her skin). She sometimes has it temporarily separate from her so she can, often to replicate martial arts moves, melee weapon techniques, dances, diving, etc. She also sometimes separates from Stitch so it can subtly sneak ahead and help with reconnaissance.

Trivia:

Hestia's 1st friend at the X-Mansion was Scott Summers.

Even before her mutation presented itself, she had a natural talent for soccer and ballet (not to mention doing math).

The grey streaks in her hair are a visual consequence of her mutation. No, her power can't kill her.

She is on-call as a "consultant" for SHIELD, which means she goes on missions for them and lets them study her, in return for them not showing up at the X-Mansion or arresting her or her brother for their crimes.

The money she earned during high school (mostly won in poker) is partly stored in a closet just in case. It's a couple hundred thousand.

Feeling that both of her parents abandoned her, Hestia took the surname "Li", which her ancestors used. It translates to "Black".

Stitch, her symbiote, was named after its own ability to break apart and reform correctly. The movie character is just a nice coincidence.

Hestia's brother, Connor, is two years younger than she is. He is a mutant with a perfect eidetic memory, who works for criminals.

She teaches European French, Phys Ed & occasionally Cantonese.

Hestia loves watching/commentating for hockey with Logan, even though it's a lot of unnecessary Canadian people's screaming.

Verses*

Brotherhood AU

Origins/Wolverine: Hestia still bonds with Stitch, but she's taken by Stryker's people when she's fifteen. She escapes by herself, catching the guards by surprise by using her symbiote's abilities.

The Movies: Hestia is somewhere between her twenties and thirties, adjusted as needed. She's a teacher and an X-Man.

General/Comics: she's in her mid-thirties. She teaches when she's not on kitchen duty or doing a mission for SHIELD.

IRL AU: Hestia teaches something physical (self-defense, kid's sports, ballet, etc.)

*I don't want to write any threads dealing with live-action movies made after The Last Stand. I just don't like their plots & some of the casting (plus the timeline confuses me SO MUCH) --anyway, I'm still down to RP with canons from then!

#admin #hestia: headcanon

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scover-va · 2 years

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whats the haunted house au and do u have any hcs for it

oKAY SO-

Aside from some shit about Chandrelle, Lazarus, and SWK, majority of this is made up on the spot, because I develop aus more easily by talking about them than just thinking about them. Fun fact! Au was thought of because I was listening to I Ain't Done (The Crane Wives) and was like "Heehoo dead lovers" and then the brain train just went on from there. Like always, info under the cut. Also it contains descriptions of violence and death, so proceed with caution!

So basically, it has a similar type of vibe to Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion, where you got the protagonist going through a large haunted house with all the inhabitants tryna kill them. The protagonist in this case would be Lionel himself, though I haven't fully figured out WHY he's an the haunted house. Probably something Carla related, I'd imagine she's the main villain here

And instead of going by their canon names (or their canon titles, ie the platformer, the fighter, the sorceress, etc.), each of The Hex characters got their own titles. Oh and also none but FPP and Reggie have a connection to Lionel in this au, they're just vengeful spirits who are having their anger used against them

Super Weasel Kid/SWK, who in this au is an actual human kid, is titled The Forgotten, a kid who was once a popular kid in school before quickly losing said popularity. In this au, he basically had a hyperfixation on weasels, hence the association here. Think of Gin from YTTD, it's like that. Anyways, after falli g out of popularity and quickly becoming hated by the rest of the school, a few kids cornered him after school, attacking and killing him. Carla finds his spirit, and lets him stay at the haunted house. Aka an abandoned house she's basically made into a little hangout for herself. SWK would only attack if aggravated, though you can lose him by getting out of his line of sight. Unfortunately, he's pretty quick. He's covered in several wounds like cuts and bruises, though the most prominent one would be a large, bloody bruise on the side of his head from having his head slammed into a wall numerous times, which was the killing blow. You can get through his section without killing him, though you can kill him if you want to. Killing a ghost basically just makes the soul stop existing. Bam, gone.

Second would be The Taken, Bryce. He used to work in a small family restuarant with his grandma, having no known parents or siblings. Well, obviously his grandma knows his parents, but seeing as how they abandoned him, she doesn't care to make a reunion happen. They didn't deserve it. Moving on, Bryce eventually got kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night, waking up blindfolded and bound. Unlike in canon, he gets no formal training before being forced into an underground fighting ring, one that was most certainly illegal. All the fighters had been in a similar situation as him, taken from their homes in the middle of the night. He only ever knew of one that made it out, a woman who made a connection to one of the employees working at the underground ring who got her out in exchange for carrying out his dirty work. Bryce didn't know for a few months what would happen to those the ring deemed unworthy, though got to witness it for himself after winning his first fight. Bhakto, a martial artist monk who came from a long line of fighters, had lost far too many fights to be considered entertaining. The outcome was known at this point, being beaten by a lowly chef. Bryce had to watch as the crowd cheered for the first time for Bhakto, the man being shot in the head. Bryce did his best to try and avoid his fate, but when he eventually met the same ending of no longer being entertaining to watch, he was shot execution style in the back of the head by the ringleader. He went back to the restuarant, watching over his grandma, who had set up a memorial for him, since he was legally pronounced dead after being missing for so long. Carla visited the restuarant one night, saw Bryce, and talked to him when no one was looking. He only attacks if you attack him, only fighting in self defence. It's possible to get through his section without killing him, and it's honestly recommended considering the circumstances. Obviously, he has a gunshot wound in the back of his head, and no other visible injuries.

Next up are The Lovers, Chandrelle and Lazarus. A dead married couple who got killed in their own home. They're always seen in the halls together, very rarely apart, with Lazarus constantly ready to protect Chandrelle like a loyal knight. Chandrelle's kinda the reason they got killed, having been associated with some dangerous people. She and Carla vaguely knew each other through work, since Chandrelle knew one of Carla's coworkers. In the haunted house, Chandrelle attacks on sight due to feeling no remorse or guilt, whereas Lazarus only attacks if Chandrelle is attacked. Even if he himself is attacked, he won't violently fend for himself, just simply blocking the attacks. You have to kill Chandrelle to pass The Lover's section, though Lazarus can't be killed in this section. Because if you're attacking him, then chances are Chandrelle's close enough to attack you, and Lazarus can block attacks. You can't. They're both covered in burn scars. As well, Chandrelle has a gunshot wound in her forehead, and Lazarus has one in the side of his head. A mercy, compared to the flames. Chandrelle's acquaintance, Vallamir, told Carla about the dead married couple, and so they were brought to the haunted house.

Next up, The Wanderer, Rust. Rust, a dead single dad, died trying to protect his son. They got attacked by a group of robbers, and Rust fought back to keep his son safe. Rust ended up getting killed in the process, having no idea what happened to his son, and being found wandering the streets of the city in the middle of the night. Carla let him take refuge in the haunted house, and in his confused, grieving state, he agreed. Wandering the halls of the mansion, floating around in search of his son, he doesn't attack for the first half of his section. He'll simply just be searching. And then *something* changes in him, and he becomes violent on sight, never losing track of you once he finds you. He can attack far range, so distance really only works if you are around a corner or something, logically unable to be shot at. The trigger that sets off his anger is Lionel/the player finding a strange device, turning it on. On it is a map and buttons in accordance to the areas in Rust's section. Pressing a button in one of these locations makes Rocky's voice sound out, which Rust immediately starts trying to follow, and sees you as being the reason Rocky's here and possibly in danger. Hence the constant attacking. He'll only switch his focus away from you when he hears Rocky's voice, leaving you safe until he sees you again. He has several gunshot wounds in his body, none of them having been immediately fatal, but he still didn't last long once shot. You have to stealth your way out of Rust's section, unable to kill him, leaving him to forever search for his son.

Next, Lazarus makes a return, now being titled The Widow. Angry and grieving, he now attacks on sight after Chandrelle gets killed, still maintaining that loyalty. He just looks miserable at this point. He no longer tries to defend himself, though his injuries slowly heal, so you have to kill him in one go. Because doing it slowly over the course of his section won't do anything, the new injuries going away. Same with Chandrelle, killing him is mandatory, and you can't get out without killing him first, finally letting The Lovers rest in peace.

Last of the main 6 would be FPP/???, The Unknown. FPP is completely obscured, only hints of a hat and a trenchcoat being visible. He doesn't float like the others, just walking around his section, searching. How he attacks and how often is constantly changing. Sometimes he'll only fight in self defence. Sometimes he'll attack on sight. Sometimes he'll perfectly track you down. Sometimes he won't. Sometimes he attacks far range. Sometimes he attacks close range. There's no predicting what can happen, strategy being thrown out the window. You just simply have to follow the messages on the walls. Instead of being made directly by Lionel like in canon, FPP is actually made by Carla. Made up of her resentment of Lionel, FPP is basically a copy of Lionel, having no real identity, being only one of three non-ghosts in the mansion. FPP can be dealt with in one of two ways. Killing him isn't an option though, as any damage dealt to FPP is immediately also dealt to Lionel, and vice versa. FPP attacking Lionel in an attempt to kill him is basically a murder-suicide. So, you can either get out by following the messages, or by going through basically a story arc. FPP is the only one you can peacefully deal with, since he's made up of Carla's resentment and anger towards Lionel. Basically, Lionel has to man up and apologize for what he did. The route you take doesn't change the story going forwards, it's just that the forgiveness route gives more depth to Lionel and FPP.

I still need to...actually figure out where Reggie and Jeremiah fit into all this plot wise. I don't wanna make Reggie the exact same person as Barry, so I need to figure out a reason as to why there's a duplicate. Probably something to do with Lou/Satan. We'll see. I'm thinking for their section, it's like. Borderline horror type shit. Like. If they catch up to you, it's an instant death. And also it's dark. And you can't ever see where they are until it's too late, just following dimly lit lamps. Very very creepy. Only way of knowing where they would be would be Jeremiah's scuttering and the creaking of Reggie's wheelchair. If Jeremiah kills you, it's a black screen with a gunshot noise, followed by the gameover screen. Reggie's, however, is a dimly lit look at his face for a couple seconds. And also a minute or two of choking noises in the background when the game over screen pops up. Fun.

Last up for the inhabitants would be Carla herself, The Vengeful/The Clown. Sado doesn't properly exist as a separate person in this au, instead just being Carla's alter ego. A Jekyll and Hyde situation. While creating FPP, Carla had used herself as the test experiment, hence the alter ego. Like in canon, Carla and Lionel's friendship ends after he starts being an egotistical asshole, the two of them having started constantly being at odds. Something huge happens (though i haven't decided what), causing Carla to grow hateful and angry. At some point after this huge, undecided event, she runs into Lou, and ends up getting a proper association with the devil. So that's. Fun for her. Anyways, thanks to all this, she ends up now being able to see spirits, hence why she's able to bring the others to the haunted house. During her fight, Sado goes first. It's basically a huuuuuuge chaotic shit show. Because it's Sado. What the fuck else were we expecting. Anyways, after defeating Sado, the appearance changes go away, now revealing a wounded Carla. She shouts at Lionel a bit, before her fight starts up. Where Sado's was more performative, like you're in some sort of circus performance, Carla's is...not that. It's hand to hand combat, no weapons allowed, and she is VERY easily able to stand her own ground. Losing to her shows a game over screen of Lionel becoming one of the spirits in the haunted house, eternally tormented by those you didn't kill.

When you do beat Carla, blah blah blah more shouting, there's two ways to go about this. One, Lionel talks things out with her, and Carla lets him leave. Two, Carla gets so fucking pissed off with Lionel that she kicks him out. Obviously there's more to it than that, but y'know.

Buuuut yeah! And THAT is what I got so far for the Haunted House au. Holy fucking shit that took a while to type out. I'll post more details (maybe even short fics, we'll see) about the au as I come up with them

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wizlikesreptiles · 2 years

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I typed this out for discord but i’m going to drop it here too, because its 734 words in length. help /lh

You get a semi-formatted infodump, because i’m taking my time with this anyways aklfjskdjf :>

Basilisk lizards can run on water! They live in rainforests, by the water. If they see a predator, like a snake or bird, trying to ambush them, then they jump out of their tree, and when they hit the water they start running. their feet are webbed in a way that allows them to run 15 feet before they start swimming. their tail helps them balance.

Chinese water dragons have really fucking long tails. Like ⅔ of them is tail. It also lives near water, but instead of running on the water, it goes underneath it and hides. It can hold it’s breath for up to 25 minutes, and it swims fast enough to catch fish! Kind of like tUATARAS *gets shot* , they have a ‘third eye’ on the top of their head that detects light levels! excerpt from book, "this ability helps its body tune in to the rhythm of day and night and also to adjust its body temperature."

Despite my tumblr url i am actually pretty normal(/g) about lizards compared to.. SNKAESKES!!?!?!!?!!

LOVE THEM. THEY ARE NOODLES THEY ARE DANGER NOODLES. SOME OF THEM CAN KILL YOU BUT THEY ARE *SO COOL*.

The world’s longest (not biggest-) snake is the Reticulated Python, the longest one found being 32 feet and 10 inches in length! Hatchlings are born at an astounding-for-a-baby-danger-noodle 2 FEET LONG!!! They start off eating birds and small rodents but graduate to eating animals as large as *DEER* when they are full grown. Holy shit akfjslkdjfaslkfj??

Burmese pythons are interesting for a different reason. They are endangered in their native areas in South/Southeast Asia, but they are thriving in a place they aren’t supposed to be; Florida. Nobody knows how they got there, but there is an estimated population of 30,000 to 100,000 snakes. smh

BALL PYTHONS. THE BEST DANGER NOODLE (IN MY VERY HUMBLE NOT BIASED OPINION). Instead of coiling up in the Traditional Snake Pose™ they curl up into a ball with their head in the middle. The ball is so tight that it can be rolled around and the little snek won’t get hurt! they normally hang out in their burrows, however. They hunt at night and are an Ally with the farmers bc they eat rodents. yay!

OHOHOHOHO. GREEN ANACONDAS. THE MECHA DANGER NOODLE. THE LARGEST SNAKE (not as long as reticulated pythons but they are heavier). They can weigh as much as 550 pounds, which is half the size of a horse. Woah. females are bigger than males (gaslight gatekeep girlboss) and they are cool idk. I don’t actually care about them very much but their huge so i am legally obligated to mention them. fdjklfajdfakfdjaklfja;lfjalkdfjalfjlakfj;fj;afj

(theres a whole section on turtples and another on crocidlse that i do not feel like looking at rn maybe later)

*EVIL LAUGHTER*

***TUATARAS!!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!***

THESE FUCKERS. I LOVE THEM. I AM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THESE LIZARD-NOT-LIZARDS I COULD LITERALLY IMPLODE RIGHT NOW, i’m gonna repeat some information just so you know bljdkfjalkfbadba. They descended from an entirely different line of reptiles than lizards/snakes did, and they're the only ones left. The final reptile!!! *duna da na. Dada da da daaaa!!!!!* /j

It’s third eye is actually to detect light levels. Adult tuataras eat baby tuataras, that’s right they’re stupid idiot cannabils /aff

They take up to 35 years to reach full size and can’t reproduce until they are 10 or 20 years old. Eggs take 2 years to develop in the females body and after laying they take 16 months to hatch. The reason they are so chill is because they are adapted to New Zealands low temperatures, remaining active at much lower temperatures than other reptiles. They almost went extinct because of rats, but they have recovered fully now!

They chew their food in a weird way, moving their lower jaw back and forth and cutting the food like scissors. Also sometimes they’ll find a seabird’s burrow and move in, even if they are currently living in the burrow. They’ll eat the eggs/chicks too. They literally just say “fuck you I live here now” and there’s nothing they can do about it its so funny akfjasfk.

The name Tuatara comes from the language of the Maori of New Zealand. It means ‘spiny back’.

#got this all from one book so don't take this as 100% tact #reptiles #snake #snakes #lizards #lizard #tuatara #tuataras #tuatara content for the soul #wiz loves reptiles #again i am so sorry i am very passionate about this and it shows

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there were instances, if one were to observe the Turk on her lonesome, that they would be able to see certain attributes of her donors and their mannerisms. While the feral gremlin of a Turk had always held a passion for reading, she was much more the type to have someone read to her but those moments were few and far between considering she didn't mingle much outside of her work place. Reno's read a few bedtime stories to her, Rufus too-- her favourite about the Nightingale; she's heard it so many times that she could recite it to herself if she wanted to, but it just didn't hold the same affect.

She was currently asleep, head resting in an upturned palm at the desk in her little reading nook; it's in front of the window in the living room, window open to let in the summers breeze, a few strings of fairy lights outlining where it was, almost sectioning it off. Her body was contorted, legs tugged near her chest and a thick, chunky knitted blanket draped across her body all tucked and huddled up in a circle-cushioned chair; no one she complained about her body hurting all the time. she fell asleep in the weirdest places, in the most awkward positions-- her neck, without a doubt would be aching in the morning.

She hadn't expected visitors, couldn't really remember locking her door. It wasn't like she feared for her life; in fact, rem sometimes welcomed attempts to cut her down, to send her to the underworld because it almost always failed. A great way to snuff out a life without having to feel guilty: it was her or them. Beneath her one hand, a book was underneath her fingertips and a pen balanced against the page and resting at the crook of her thumb, opened to the middle while two more were off to the side. It seemed that her mind was loud again, like she had once told him a month or so ago when they stumbled upon one another; instead of taking a walk, it seems she threw herself into the world of academia.

It was a book of flowers, their medicinal uses and no doubt old mountain recipes that claimed to cure ailments and hindrances. She had fallen asleep on a page about a plant whose flower claimed to cure inflammation of the joints and more importantly, aid in psychosis and nervousness. Always the optimist, seeking out alternative routes of mako shots even though she knows it's all for naught. She would never be able to survive without that poison but it was cute she would delude herself. a little notebook sat to the side, the President's name scrawled across as the header before the name of the plant was scribed beneath a few other bulleted plants. Oh-- the research wasn't for herself it seemed.

She gives a faint noise of protest, feeling someone move the pen from her grasp and she starts to let it happen before those training instincts kicked in: she hadn't fallen asleep with someone in her house. Her eyes flew open, her head picking up from the upturned palm and said hand that acted as a cradle now crooked her fingers into claws before a gloved hand snatched at her wrist. She bares her teeth, ready to sink them into the wrist of the offender before his voice makes the Turk pause in her assault; oh-- oh it was this one.

She rests back against her papasan chair, exhaling a sharp breath before a pout makes her lower lip jut out like a child woken from a nap far too early. Her wrist was released and her other dropped the pen she had aimed at his stomach onto the book before it came towards her face and rubbed the sleep from her vision, the other arm flopping against her side. What time was it? How did he get in? All of these questions died on her tongue, mouth parting to begin her inquisition on the auburn-haired man, but that syrupy bubble of anxiety began to form, thick and tacky in her brain.

"Easy, you're tired."

there's a hum as his response, body feeling too heavy to do much of anything other than curl up tighter in her chair. She lazily paws at the blankets but she can't seem to get her hands and brain to work the way they're supposed to so she huffs like a toddler before giving up and she wants to stick her tongue out at him for his laughter. The fabric slides up her arms, tucking beneath her chin and she feels her head sink deeper against the plush cushion of the chair-- she's never known this damn thing to be this soft. Rem wants to ask him to read from the herbology book, but her tongue won't work and her voice is lost; this one always seemed to do it to her.

She can feel his shadow crowd her, feel his breath on her temple before pressure is applied to the thinner of her scars; this one on the left of her temple while its twin was hidden against a silvery curtain of hair. She tips her head up slightly, ever so slightly against the feeling of the innocent kiss before exhaustion takes over again and easily she succumbs to the void of sleep that pulls her over the twilight edge of sleep.

#answered;;#cloud got one #he got the other

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poiuy-simblr · 9 months

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WIP - Bathhouse - Guest Areas

Yesterday, I did this:

As before, I'm adding a cut for length & spoilers for the movie Spirited Away.

Some of the broadest environment shots we get in Spirited Away are devoted to area above the baths.

I don't have the squares for all that, but I can get close. I can get the vibe. And I'm getting closer to what I want.

It's been a really fun, overly-complicated match the detail game. There's different wood on each of the floors, for example - a dark stained wood on the lowest floor, laquered black in the middle, and bright red, a little more matte, on the top floor. The cavity for the podium includes the floor above it, and the whole area is lit by globe lights on the walls and columns.

I spent a lot of time yesterday flipping though images of that whole wall face, the podium up to the great door that the River Spirit leaves through, inside and out, to figure out what was going wrong and why things weren't looking right.

The answer was in the section above the main entrance:

Above the main entrance there is a sign, then windows with a small roof, and then the balcony with the huge door, another roof, another balcony, and so on.

Here's how I resolved that:

(There have been some small changes since this image was taken, but nothing that changes my point here).

So you have the entrance, the wooden sign with metal brackets (don't worry it's been moved down), the windows, the little roof, and the balcony above.

We get most of the information about the path from the entrance to the baths from this scene:

I got it into my head that they go down stairs to get to the baths, but I can't find the proof of that now. Oh well. Whether I'm right or wrong, it's how my build has it and it's too late now. And this is just an interpretation. Right?

Honestly, putting the baths beneath the main floor lets me make them much bigger, so it's a better solution. I'd never fit the hot springs on the entrance level. Right?

And I'm so sure I saw something that told me the entrance and baths weren't on the same floor.

Regardless.

The inside ends up like this:

The angles don't match, but you get the idea. The cavity that the podium is in sits directly against the wall of the entrance so that the stained glass is exposed within it, but the podium still sits far enough back.

Quick shoutout to myself for finding a way to capture those lovely gold panels. They were a doozy. They're taller than Chihiro's head, but shorter than the doorways, and are framed black then again with the wooden framing that's everywhere.

I was also really satisfied with the wallpaper for the podium. I was shocked I didn't have something with the whole moon / pelican imagery, but I found something with the right colors and shapes, and that'll do.

What I did is most easily explained with the floor plans I think:

RIP to the fun elevator I had in the cavity's place before, but it had to get switched (for now) to the opposite end where it doesn't belong. I needed that podium cavity to look right.

I also lost the stairs that went down to that floor and were hidden beside the podium. They're now off to the side, still perfectly usable by sims, but not technically correct. I'll probably fiddle with them more later. There will be both stairs and an elevator connecting the entrance floor to the baths, but where they go is still being interpreted.

But as you go up, the floors weren't adding up.

The balcony with the huge door is on the floor with the black laquered wood, not the red like it is in my build. The entrance level in my build is the brown wood, meaning the balcony with the huge door should be one floor up not two, because I needed that floor in-between for the sign and the small windows.

So I just kind of fudged it:

The balcony is on the red floor, and there's a little bonus balcony on the black floor. Also I won't be able to have a proper rooftop inside because the red floor is where the whole open to the bottom thing ends. I flirted with the idea of disconnecting the exterior from the interior and having a false giant door on either side, but it just felt wrong. So I'll likely use object roofing to make it work when I get there.

Or rebuild the whole floor like I did for the baths yesterday:

I've been a little frustrated by my lack of exacts - the characters on the sign and lanterns are wrong, the lights have flourishes they shouldn't, the curtains aren't a dark enough purple, but I have to remind myself that close enough is close enough. The sims aren't worried that the murals in the baths go from blue-toned to pink rather than yellow to pink. Sims can't read. This project is about finding enough things that are close enough that the overall experience feels magical, and I'm getting there.

As before, I'm happy to share any CC I used.

Until the next screenshots <3

#ts4 #the sims 4 #spirited away #sen to chihiro no kamikakushi #wip #build mode

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